#Rio x fem!OC

[marleyybluu]

Oh sista you ate baaaaad with Don Julio even tho we all know none of us needed liquor help when it comes to that man, I am wide open sober papacito ya tú sabes 🥵🤤

Don Julio 2

Best friends brother!Rio x f!black!OC (Honey)

Word count: 3.5k

Content Warning: 18+, smut under your fingernails, p in v, creampie (bcus I have a serious problem atp), two dummies who think no one notices they’re into each other, a bit of flirting, oral (f receiving), we are in missionary today, Rio wears rings 🙃 :)

Lmk if I’m missing any idk I probably am

A/N: surprise, the Rio girlies get fed even though I don’t like this, some parts suck in my opinion but I hate everything I write so what’s new. Not proofread sorry

Suddenly she was so... aware of him, of every molecule and particle that created his form.  Now, she notices his hands and the copious amount of rings he wore, how large and wide his palms were and how slender and long his fingers suddenly seemed. She took a swig from her can of Twisted Tea as she sat around one of the tables in their family's backyard. She didn't want to be here, it was too weird for her, but it was his birthday party. She'd been to all of his parties since they were kids and she figured the lack of her presence would be obvious.

She kept her distance though, only saying 'Happy birthday' and 'Here's your gift' when she arrived about two hours ago and hadn't said anything else to him since. But she couldn't keep her eyes off of him, the fantasies of what could've possibly happened that night haunt he in a pleasant way, but she just adored him from afar. Paying extra attention to whom he was talking to.

Vera.

She's a beautiful woman, Honey could give her that, she is probably the same age as him too. She'd been around the neighbourhood long ago but moved and would once in a while return home to visit. She raised her eyebrows, her eyes narrow as she attempted to read Vera's lips to know what they were discussing but she couldn't make out anything, this weird pang in her chest— possibly a smidge of jealousy, was an unnecessary and stupid feeling. She sighs and shifts her eyes to Cherry who had seemingly been watching her the whole time. Honey smiles innocently as if she hadn't just been ogling her brother for ten minutes. Cherry nods to the house, letting Honey know to meet her inside.

Honey excused herself from the table and waltzed her way in through the back door that led straight into their big kitchen, a few family members-- mostly men, were inside the living room watching football. Cherry cleared her throat, her way of announcing she was in the room. Honey spun on her heels and beamed. "What's up?"

"Nothing, I just need help bringing some more drinks out."

She shrugs and they both head down to the basement and to the wall where various boxes of liquor, both strong and light, were propped up. She reaches for the Corona's and the Smirnoff's able to hold one of each. "Can you believe Vera's here? I swear that woman gets prettier with age." Cherry states and there's that kink in her chest again. Honey nods, afraid that if she mutters anything she'll give away the jealousy but her friend continues with; "I wonder if they've been hooking up." She reaches for more Twisted Teas and two boxes of White Claw's mostly for her consumption. Honey swallows and looks at her shoes. "What makes you think that?"

She smirks. "I went into his room, just to steal one of his sweaters, and I saw something pink under his bed,"

Oh god.

"I didn't touch it but I'm assuming they were some panties."

One of the boxes slipped from Honey's hands and crashed to the floor, it popped open and all the cans of Twisted Tea rolled in their own directions. Cherry chuckled. "Are you good?"

"Yeah... yeah, I just— sorry." She stammered, she squats down to pick up those that fell in front of her while her friend grabbed the scattered ones. "Here, take this box and I'll hold some of the cans." She says and they switch. Honey feels like she can't even look her friend in the eye, her cheeks feeling warm and if she was any lighter she'd be as red as a stoplight. They head back upstairs where they meet the birthday boy in the kitchen with his head in the fridge. "What do you want now?" Cherry asks with fake annoyance. He pops up and straightens his posture just like he did when he was younger getting caught doing something bad. "Came lookin' for some more drinks." He says pointing to the boxes, his eyes locked with Honey's and she swore she lost her balance for a split second.

Her face only getting hotter, he was a continuous reminder of that Sunday morning. Cherry raised her eyebrows as her eyes played ping-pong between the two, the silence was awkward and making her uncomfortable. She'd never seen the two be this strange. She dropped the cans and the box of drinks onto the counter, hard enough that the sound would snap the two out of whatever unearthly trance this was. Honey and Rio broke their staring contest, eyes bouncing off in different directions. He helped the two put the drinks in the cooler, he had a spliff tucked behind his ear, and he took it down offering it to his sister. She dismisses him and says she has to find their father, so she leaves the two alone, Rio puts the spliff between his lips and cups the free end with his hand, with his other hand he flicks the lighter and the small flame transfers over to the paper, burning it along with the kush.

Honey just watches him from the corner of her eye when he looks up she darts her eyes forward and begins to sway from side to side. He looks over at her. "Still don't smoke?"

"I do," She lied. "Occasionally." She didn't know why she fibbed, she just did. He chuckles calling her bluff and in some strange urge to prove to her friends older that she is mature enough to smoke, she takes it from him and inhales, she holds it and chokes once before coughing embarrassingly loud. He chuckles and takes the spliff from her, he pats her back but it is no help as she continuously coughs. Now it's becoming concerning. He puts the (still) lit spliff behind his ear and ushers her back inside in hopes of getting her some water.

"I-I'm fine, I sw- cough- I swear."

"Yeah fucking right, mama." He coos grabbing her a bottle from the fridge making sure he opens it for her before handing it to her. Honey tips her head back as she downs the bottle in desperate relief. She comes up for air and sighs with contentment. "Better?" He asks.

"Mhm." She nods and suddenly realizes they're both alone. In the house. In the kitchen. Honey clears her throat and opens her palm, a silent way of asking for the cap. He hands it to her and their fingers brush for a moment, she savours it, a shot of electricity running through her veins. He finds himself blushing and quickly retracts his hand, though he'd give anything to touch her soft skin again. "Thanks." She mutters. "Yeah."

There's that awkward silence and neither of them knows what to do. "Your fault anyway." She says under her breath with quick wit. "You're the one who knows you don't smoke. Why take it?"

"Why offer it to me?" She giggles, he takes it from behind his ear again and inhales as he lets her question sit in the air. He shrugs and blows the thin smoke away from her face. "Didn't think you'd take it."

Honey rolls her eyes. "You've always been like that." He responds. "Like what?" She asks. He shrugs and takes another drag. "What?" She repeats and he continues to serve her with silence. "Well, you've always been an asshole." Honey spits back, now it's his turn to roll his eyes. "Always been like that." She says mocking his words from earlier. They look at each other as the awkward silence becomes less so, it bleeds into a comfortable feeling with each other. Rio's eye quickly falls to her lips and back up to her and she catches it. She witnesses his want for her, dare she say it's a need. And between the head buzz of both kush and liquor his mask was faltering, the longer she stared the softer his features became for her.

"I need you to kiss me..." She whispers and trails off, the statement taking the both of them by surprise, he'd ask for reassurance but the slight desperation in her voice and the positiveness in her face were more than enough. Rio doesn't hesitate. He kisses her like his life depends on it and maybe it did. His hands cup her cheeks drawing her closer to him. Their bodies pressed against each other and the kiss quickly rose from slow and sweet to hot and steamy. She slides her hands under his shirt, her fingers dance along the warm skin of his smooth back. He licks her bottom lip as a response and she gladly invites him in. Honey feels herself stumbling back as their tongues fight in the name of lust, she finally hits the counter and is hoisted on top of it.

"Wait..." She mumbled but it fell on deaf ears as his lips met hers again, she moaned into the kiss and gently pushed him back. "Someone's gonna see us." She laughs breathlessly. It was a miracle no one did already. He wraps her legs around him and lifts her off the counter. "You sure about this?"

She nods and he carries her up the stairs while making sure the coast is clear. He takes her to his bedroom, the place where it all started, and closes the door and locks it. "How long do you think it'll be before anyone notices you gone?"

"Who would notice?"

She playfully flicks him against his temple. "You are the birthday boy remember?"

"Worry about it later." He huffed and before she could get another word out he shut her up with another kiss. His hands shift her dress up around her hips, the cold air of his room creates prickles against her mahogany skin. He rests her down on the bed, her back contacting the very soft comforter and the memorable mattress. The best damn sleep she ever had was on that thing. His lips travel to her jawline and along the side of her neck. She turns her head giving him more access to her sweet spot he so seemingly remembers.

Her toes curl at the teasing, the anticipation, for once she wanted to skip foreplay and just go straight to it. Her eyes flutter as he sucks on her supple skin in hopes he'd leave a mark, another thing to spark her memory of him. Honey softly moans when his fingertips play with the strings of her thong, pulling them down and exposing her wet and needy pussy. She gasps at the friction from the band of his boxers rubbing against her swelling clit. Her eyes wander the room and land on his doorknob, she squints and giggles. "What?"

"Are... are those my panties hanging from your door?" She snorts. He quickly turns his head and blushes. "Maybe."

"You want these too?"

"Don't tempt me." He says before attaching his lips to her neck once again. She lightly scratches at his back. and whines as her aching hole clenches around nothing. He finally undoes his jeans, and the sound of his belt hitting the floor only adds to the tension, she almost whimpers when his shirt is next to go and his body is on display for her and her only. Rio's hands waste no time caressing the back of her legs as he pushes them back, his eyes so fixated on her swollen sex, he places his thumb on top of her clit and rubs slow circles on her sensitive nub. She sighs with pleasure as her eyes close, his thumb soon trails down her slit collecting her slick.

His middle and ring fingers follow the same path before they find their way inside her. "Oh." Honey mewled as they planted themselves deeper, her eyes slowly rolled to the back of her skull when he started playing with her pussy. He pushed his fingers in and took them out at a languid pace. The sounds of her wet pussy squelching with every pump of his fingers erupted through the room, bouncing into his ears and running straight to his dick as if it couldn't get any harder. He had to make this quick before anyone got suspicious.

"I promise mama, next time I'll take real good care of you." Rio coos in her ear before pulling away and ridding himself of his pants and boxers.

Honey softly whines and clenches at the promise of a next time. She watched his painfully hard dick spring out and hit his lower abdomen with a hard this. Her eyes slightly widened as if was her first time seeing him. Wondering how she took all that. "You scared now?"

Honey sat up on her elbows and shook her head, she looked up at him through her fresh set of lashes. She slowly spreads her legs wider. His eyes fall between them and his tongue swipes his bottom lip. "Next time..." He softly repeats to himself as a reminder. "Next time..." He pulls her to the end of the bed and drops to his knees in front of her, he can't wait until next time. He just needed a little taste.

His head disappears between her thighs and she's greeted with the warmth of his tongue between her swollen lips she glitches at the contact but soon relaxes when a kiss is pressed against her clit before it was followed up with his tongue once more. Her eyelids fluttered. He was practically making out with her pussy, wet and sloppy sounds made themselves known-- thank goodness the music could drown them out. Gasps and whines leave her lips, her toes curl, her body rendering her powerless against his regime, especially when his thumb starts to tease her hole with small circles.

His hands ran over the back of her thighs and hooked in the space provided behind her knees. She's writhing under his touch, her hands gripping onto his sheets for dear life. "Oooooh, yeeeesss." She slurs lost in her pleasure.

Rio smiles at her continuous babbling, half the words he could barely make out himself. Honey's moans were going straight to his dick making him harder than ever it was almost painful. He, unwillingly, pulls away and she lets out a frustrated sigh. He smacks her thigh and shakes his head. "You're getting what you want, mama, relax. Yeah?"

He gives her no time to respond before he guides himself inside her heat, she's beyond wet and sticky, he knew he wouldn't last. Her back arches with every inch he puts inside her, she cries out as her hand quickly flies to his lower abdomen. "Fuck, wait..." She protests, swearing she can't take anymore.

"Honey, if you don't move that hand." His tone let her know it was a warning, she whines as she takes her hand back. Her jaw slacks so much it touches her chest, he's in and he's in deep. He retracts only a little bit before going in for more. He drives his hips into hers at a tantalizing rhythm. Honey's head falls onto the soft mattress, she lays there and all she can do is take what he's giving to her like a good girl.

A string of poetic and vulgar moans leave her system, telling him how big he is, how deep he is and how good he's making her feel. He can only respond with his grunts and praises, leaning over to bury his head in the crook of her neck, whispering some of the filthiest things she'd ever heard. "That pussy is soaking for me, huh? Guess it wasn't the Don Julio, after all, you fucking like this?"

All she can do is nod, the air from her lungs has been knocked out. The bed is rocking, creaking to the beat of his strokes, the small fear of being caught or heard had dissipated and her sole focus was on the man on top of her. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Her nails dig into his flesh while his teeth graze over her neck, his tongue gracing the same area. Rio pounded into her until he felt her tighten around him, he looked at her to catch her love faces. The way her jaw drops and her eyes roll to the back of her head, her eyelids fluttering from the intense pleasure and the euphoric feeling. And he just keeps going. Dragging it out, making sure she lets out everything. All of it. But she can't take it anymore, it feels good but she's so sensitive from the explosive orgasm, that her hand goes back to his lower abdomen.

And Honey gasps out of shock when her hands are suddenly pinned to the bed and above her head. "I told you to move your fucking hand didn't I?"

"Fuck! Baby, I can't take it." She pleads. "But you took it so well last time mama. I remember it."

Her eyes gloss over. "Telling me you don't remember? The way you kept asking me, begging me for more. For me to go deeper, for me to fill you up all the way."

She nods lazily, though she can barely tell what she's agreeing with. "Yeah? So, you can take it. Look how well you're doing right now."

Rio mumbles into her neck, he lets go of her hands and they immediately hug around his neck. "There she is." Her heels dig into his lower back, she wanted it deeper if it was possible. "Fuck me, please." She whines and it's barely a whisper. He pushes himself deep and stills his hips. "You asked so nicely darlin'." He rasps.

She's pinned between his body and the mattress, she could feel a devilish smirk against her skin before he isolates his hips— rotating them sloooowly. He's losing it too, just trying to keep his cool but he was at his tipping point. His tip nudging against her g-spot and her lush walls contracting around him. "You wanna cum baby?" She whispers and now it's his turn to nod as he loses his words. "You can cum inside me." She purrs feeling another orgasm pulling through. Rio plunged into her, she's coating him with her sticky pleasure. He stills once more and soon he's pouring everything into her, she giggles lazily. "Mmm, so warm."

He chuckled and shook his head planting a passionate kiss on her cheek. And they lay like that for a while, vibing in their post-coital glow— sweaty, hot and satisfied.

But as time passes they realize they have to go back before anyone truly notices anything. He cleans her up and himself and then begins to get dressed, in silence, which feels awkward. Neither of them knew what to say.

After they get dressed, Rio sneaks out first just in case anyone is inside the house— especially on the lookout for his sister but when he confirms the coast is clear he knocks on the door twice to let Honey know they are fine. The small action causes her to smile to herself. "I have to fix my hair." She softly says and hears a muffled, "Take your time, baby."

Her heart leaps and the little girl inside her begins to glow which causes her cheeks to heat up and if she were any lighter she'd look like a tomato.

After making sure she looked decent she creeps out of his room and closes the door quietly, but as she heads to the top of the steps she hears, "Honey?"

You've got to be kidding.

She quickly spins on her heels and smiles, seeing Cherry in the door frame of the bathroom, she reaches to turn off the light and crosses her arms right after.

"Hi, Cherry."

Her friend's eyes dart between her and the bedroom door. "What are you doing in Rio's room?"

Honey's throat had suddenly run dry and her brain had flushed all the excuses in the world. She had nothing to say. What could she say? It wouldn't be believable regardless. Her mouth opened with the incentive to speak but nothing but croaks of awkwardness.

"Are you-"

"Honey!" A sudden call comes from downstairs. It's Rio looking up at them from the first floor. "Have you seen- oh there she is. Honey and I were looking for you. Bring your big heads downstairs I'm cutting the cake."

She could feel a bead of sweat forming at her hairline. "I'm getting the second slice!" Honey childishly announces bolting down the stairs. "No! I am!" Cherry follows suit and they both bolt down the stairs. Honey slows down allowing her friend to pass her. She squeezes his arm as a silent thank you and he nods at her.

Everyone is outside and gathered around the table waiting for the three of them to arrive. Cherry and Honey stand with the birthday boy as their mom lights the candles.

"One... two... three."

They begin to sing, and while everyone is looking at him he can only pay attention to one person. Honey. She giggles and puts her head down trying to hide her ginormous smile. Everyone else was too busy singing to notice, but Cherry... oh Cherry noticed. Something was going on and she needed to find out.

Now.

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[dreadheadmadi]

- I’M GONNA CLAW THOSE PRETTY LIL’ EYES OUT

A/N: Trying something new, we’ll see how this goes. I’m a college girlie, so updates are slow‼️

Parings: aaron davis x black! oc, the prowler x black cat! oc

Warnings: action, fighting, blood, gore, descriptive language, death, etc. (I will update as I go)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

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[siribaes]

WHO’S BETTER THAN ME?

RIO x blackfem!reader (oc - Angel)

“After their breakup a decade ago, Rio reunites with high school sweetheart making up for lost time—”

PARING: Exes to Lovers / Past High School Sweethearts

SUGGESTED TUNES 💿: Tu Principe by Daddy Yankee, What You Want by Ma$e & Total, Throwback by Usher & Jadakiss, Thugman by Tweet & Missy Elliott, Only U by Ashanti

CONTENTS: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, or*l (fem receiving), f*ngering, praise k*nk, slight possessive k*nk, Rio being a bedroom bully lol, some light use of Spanish, makeup s*x, cursing, etc. (UNEDITED/ NOT PROOF READ) / GIF CREDIT: @blackisblackisblack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this was supposed to be a drabble but turned into a full-blown fic, but anyway LOL. so i did a lil AU for rio, essentially he pulled a griselda blanco moved operations to Long Beach (Rio is so west coast coded to me) but yeah, the backstory of these two is that they were childhood friends turned high school sweethearts (class of 2005 in my AU lore of these two, hints at the music choices, etc.) before they went separate ways yada yada, the oc’s face claim is danielle brooks 💖 as always enjoy y'all

Makeup sex shouldn’t be this good. Like this was too good, like ultimate dream-fantasy level type of makeup sex. It felt unreal, except this was very real. Very, very, real.

Angel never imagined that her night would've ended up like this, in the arms of her high school sweet-heart, or rather sitting on top of a very expensive, entry way console, as her high school-sweetheart-turned-ex, used his nimble hands to fondle at her luscious curves, and pillowy-soft lips to suck on the sensitive part of her neck. From how hard Rio sucked and kissed on her neck it was surely going to leave a hickey, which might've been on purpose on Rio's part.

Since they were young, Rio always had a slight possessiveness towards Angel, nothing that was too domineering or chauvinistic, but still a possessiveness that was rooted in a love and a true appreciation of her. This of course was expressed in a way that only a sixteen-year-old Rio could, buying Angel's favorite snacks for school, littering her neck with hickeys during make-out sessions, and even saving what little he had to buy a gold necklace with an angel shaped pendant. It was the subtle ways Rio showed how he felt. That in addition to the verbal ways, in true young-Rio, braggadocious fashion. Even then Angel knew, deep, deep, down, that there would be no one who could measure up, or as Rio so accurately foretold the night of their break-up, "Who else is like me, hm? Who's better than me?"

Angel of course buried that fact deep into her subconscious, well, not deep enough, because in each of her relationships since, it managed to rear its ugly head every single time. Most recently, with her ex-fiancé, Nathan. Nathan was great at first, good conversation, amazing dates, lavish gifts, he treated her like princess. But slowly, over time, Nathan stopped trying, it especially became bad after their engagement. They rarely talked, unless it was about work, or wedding plans, he neglected her, especially in the bedroom. Angel soon realized that despite Nathan's neglectfulness, she made no effort to confront him about it. She didn't care, not a single bit. In the end, Angel had to accept that her heart belonged to someone else. That Rio was the only man for her.

Which brings her too tonight, Angel's high school class's reunion. It was a big one, celebrating 20 years, and Angel thought it would be the perfect remedy to cheer her up. She could let loose, reunite with some old classmates, and celebrate with her friends she's had since then. Something that could put her mind at ease, pull her focus away from the abysmal ending to her engagement.

She was having a good time, truly, cutting up on the dance floor to a killer set of music from 04' and 05', with her besties, Clarissa, Benny, Keke, and Dre. Angel was having the time of her life, dancing to Lose My Breath by Destiny's Child, when her friends froze, their eyes all staring at the bar of the ballroom. Clarissa leaned and whispered.

"Rio's, here."

Angel's mind and heart went to full overdrive, as memories of their relationship flooded her mind. Apparently, while Angel and her friends were having the time of their lives, Rio showed up and instantly became the talk of the town. He had a few breezy conversations with old classmates, charming them of course, and when asked about what does for a living, he smoothly responded that he was an entrepreneur, that he's always been good with numbers. Which wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't the truth either. Of course, none of their classmates were aware of Rio's true dealings, only Angel and her close circle were privy to that info.

Despite the nerves that bubbled in her stomach, Angel, knew that she had to face Rio at some point. She marched over and sat at the bar next to him. After some awkward pretense, more on Angel's part than Rio's, and shot of whiskey later, they talked. The conversation flowed and soon before they knew, it was like old times. They caught up and laughed about old memories. More and more Angel felt her heart swell in her chest, her latent feelings for Rio were bubbling to surface. But Rio surprised her, after sharing a couple dances to slow jams, a proposition slipped freely from his lips.

"Come home with me?"

From a safe distance, her friends watched the exchange, seeing the chemistry they still had after all this time, and despite some reservations, they encouraged to follow her heart, or as Keke put it, her pussy. When they were parting ways, Clarissa hugged her tight and encouraged her, whispering in her ear, "Just go with him, girl. Have some fun, we both now you deserve it after the shit you've been through."

So, here she was, whimpering and writhing underneath Rio's touch, while simultaneously admiring the backyard view. An ink-colored sky served as a gorgeous back drop, for the glowy lit infinity pool, in the distance was twinkling lights from buildings near the coastal beach. It was truly a sight to see. Angel snapped back to reality when she felt a firm hand, cradle her chin.

"Where'd you go?" Rio asked. His Coca-Cola colored eyes stared back at her. His head tipped to side, long eye lashes fluttering against the tops of cheeks as he blinked.

His gaze was heavy was lust, completely unrelenting. Its intensity caused Angel to squirm in her seated position. A warmth bloomed underneath her skin as she rubbed at the part of her neck Rio just was. It was still wet from his kisses.

"N-nowhere, baby," Angel stammered.

Slowly, Rio lips curled into a half smile.

"Good," Rio nodded his head as his gaze traveled down to Angel's chest, zeroing in on the exposed skin the peeked through her top, "now take this shit off. I wanna see them titties, Nena."

Completely under his spell, Angel quickly took of her top, leaving her in a lacy, cerulean colored bra, her mini skirt, and a pair of thoroughly soaked panties. Immediately Rio, hand's palmed at Angel's breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. A soft moan escaped her lips, as Rio's lips latched onto one of nipples.

"Yes, baby," Angel sighed, her hands cradled Rio's head close to her. His tongue alternated between soft flicks and harsh sucks at her left nipple. He released her nipple with a pop and went to the right nipple, repeating the same thing, "Fuck, baby, just like that. Shit!"

Angel could feel the wetness pool inside of her panties, as her clit began to throb. She needed Rio, real bad.

"Damn," Rio breathed out. He pulled away from Angel's chest, while his large hands rubbed at her ample thighs. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he admired his handywork. Angel's boobs glistened with sweat, as her hardened nipples stood at full attention, with spit dripping from them, "I missed them titties, girl. Fuck, I need to that pussy too. Lift up for me."

Angel obliged. Rio supported her with one hand, while with the other, slipping off her mini skirt and panties. He tossed the skirt to the floor, while he pocketed her panties. A storm swirled in his eyes, a thick haze of lust, as he admired Angel's, wet, glistening, pussy.

"I dunno if I can wait, mama," Rio rasped. He brought a finger to Angel's core, swiping at her wetness, and brought it back to his lips, sucking on it, "You taste good, mama. All this shit for me?"

Angel nodded. "Yes, it's all for you baby,"

Wordlessly, Rio plunged his fingers inside of Angel, who let out a yelp in response. He quickly fell back into old habits, fucking Angel with his fingers, just the way she liked it.

"Yeaaahhh, just like that," Rio rasped, he bent down and licked at her lips, "Be a good girl and fuck my fingers back," Angel whined loudly, following his instructions, lifting her hips slight and fucked his thick, fingers.

"Fuck! I'm close baby!"

"I gotchu, mama. Fuck, I feel you on my fingers. You gonna let me take care of you, huh? I'll give you anything you want mama, fuck, you being so good for me. Cum for me, darlin',"

And she did. Angel's eyes squeezed shut as she gushed over his fingers. A string of curses and pleases slipped from Angel's lips as Rio continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She could feel the cum slipping down her thighs.

"Mi alma, you look so good cummin' for me," Rio praised her. He captured her lips and kissed her sweetly. His tongue swirled around in her mouth as mimicking the move with his fingers. Angel pulled away from him, mewling.

"Riooooo, fuck, slow down baby,"

Rio landed a firm smack on Angel's ass. He cradled Angel's chin bringing her eyes towards him. His eyes hardened a bit, still holding its lustful haze, now a bit possessiveness broke through. Rio crooked his fingers, slowing down his pace just a tad, but driving into Angel's pussy much harsher and deeper.

"Fuck, I say about that shit," He growled.

"Shit! Baby, I-I'm s-sorry," Angel whimpered. Her mind flickered back to them making out in the car, he only to wanted to her his name, his real one, "Christopher, 's too much,"

A look of pure satisfaction bloomed across Rio's face. Got her.

"Just one more, mama. Be a good girl for me," Rio sunk down to knees, he slowly placed small kisses at Angel's inner thighs. He worshiped the plushness of her thighs, while Angel writhed and whined. He inched closer, spreading Angel's thighs further apart. He admired how she dripped around his fingers. "Fuck, mama I want you to cum on my tongue, 'k?"

Rio kept his eyes on Angel as he licked at her entrance, swirling his tongue around his fingers, continuing on until he reached her clit. Rio pressed a soft kiss to Angel's clit.

"Christopher!" Angel shouted.

Rio worked in tandem, his long fingers plunged in and out of Angel's, while his tongue swirled around her clit, flicking at the sensitive bud. Angel's hands rubbed at the soft hair of Rio's buzzcut, while the familiar thrumming of her orgasm quickly approached.

"Christopher, fuck, I'm soooo close,"

Rio pulled back, "Say it again,"

"Christopher,”

“Again,”

“Christopher, Christopher, Christopherrrrr, keep fuckin’ me, I’m so close,”

Rio grinned as he returned to her pussy. He latched onto her clit, sucking so harshly, Angel for sure believe that it was going to be bruised. His fingers fucked her even faster, as she clenched around them, as Rio French-kissed her pussy. He was completely relentless, wanting to see her cum, again, again, and again. With one last, harsh suck at her clit, Angel, exploded. She screamed in pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. Rio rose up, slowly pumping his fingers, before pulling out.

"Did so good for me," He mumbled against her cheek, holding her close as Angel rode out the aftershocks.

“I love you so much, baby,” Angel whispered in his ear.

Rio captured her lips again, kissing Angel. He licked at her mouth, allowing Angel to taste herself. Rio arms snaked around Angel's torso, and with ease, managed to throw her over his shoulder. Angel giggled and kicked her feet and Rio moved to the stairs.

"Baby! What are you doing?"

"It's time for the real show to start, Nena," Rio teased, he playfully smacked her ass, "You ready for me?"

"Always."

#siribaesfics #rio x reader #rio x black!reader #rio x blackfem!reader #rio x blackcurvy!reader #good girls fanfiction #black fanfiction #poc fanfiction

[html-nae]

T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Beginning of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC: 1055

Sometimes she wished he knew. But she tried so hard to disguise the truth, he walked around with a bright smile that lit up the room so she acted like she was happy. She sat there day after day, thinking.

Wondering.

If his mind played this game too. Thinking about him and her. Miles and Harmony. Together. Not Miles and Gwen.

The girl that was the complete opposite of Harmony.

Short blonde hair with one side shaved instead of long dark brown goddess braids.

Bright blue eyes instead of honey brown eyes.

Pale skin instead of deep brown skin.

A spider person instead of a normal student in Brooklyn.

In a completely different dimension instead of dimension 1610.

Even though they were completely different. They both shared one same factor. They were both crushing on the hopeless dork that manages to be late to everything and charm his way out of trouble. The same lanky kid that swings around the cities in New York and save countless lives. The same kid that buries his head in one of his many sketchbooks and fills the pages with the same thing.

Gwen Stacy.

Harmony decided to pretend that her feelings didn’t exist to save her the heartbreak and embarrassment of crushing on her best friend. At least until it all made sense.

Yeah. That’ll work.

“Harmony?” Miles called out, waving his hand in front of her face to bring her back to reality. “You listening?”

Harmony shot him a small smile and nodded as he continued on with his rant about how the new ‘villain of the week’ he encountered earlier that day and soon derailing into what Gwen would do.

Seeing him face to face and realizing how different everything had changed made her think about the days they used to be. When they would sit on this same roof top and watch the sunset. Like they are now. Except it was full of laughter and it wasn’t a one sided conversation. It wasn’t about the ‘villain of the week’ or ‘the one that got away’. It was always about art and the new album that came out earlier in the week or debates about which pizza place was the best or what Jordans would look better with whatever outfit they could put together. That was before everything changed.

Before Miles became the friendly neighborhood hero. Before his Uncle Aaron died. Before the multiverse was at stake. Before Miles fell for Gwen.

Don’t make a scene. Don’t make a scene.

Harmony thought while holding in an annoyed breath.

“Harmony? What’s wrong?” Miles asked. He looked concerned. It made her a little happy.

At least he still cares.

“Nothing Morales. Worry about your own.” She said, pushing his shoulder and laughing.

I’m trying not to make it seem like I want you. Even if it’s true.

“If you say so Harmony.” He said with a smile, turning back to look off into the city.

Harmony. Not Ny Ny or Ny or any of the stupid nicknames he came up with when they were younger. Just Harmony. Boring and plain Harmony.

She watched the sun sit on his skin, it made her feel warm and fuzzy. She remembered when they used to have sleepovers at his house. Smushed on his twin sized bed, reading comic books together all night not realizing until the sun came up. But that didn’t matter, because they were happy. Comfortable.

Harmony Jones wanted to stay in the world they created. The world that they filled with Uncle Aaron’s music, Mama Rio’s cooking, Papa Davis’ jokes, and Miles’ art. But that world was gone now. She believed that nothing and nobody would break the bond they had. She believed that she couldn’t find anyone that would get her like Miles so she never went out looking for anything. Never had a boyfriend. Or any situations like it. All she needed was Miles.

Sure, Harmony had other friends. But at the end of the day the only one she knew she could fall back on was Miles Morales. The boy from down the street that would put bandaids on her scraped knees when she would fall playing basketball. The boy that would write letters to her in class when she was having a bad day. The boy that would always give her his full attention when she wanted or needed it.

“Harmony. What are you thinking about?” Miles stopped talking a while ago when he realized his friend wasn’t listening to him like she said she was. Harmony was always lost in thought and he had to give it to her. She had him beat.

“Nothing.” She responded.

“Harmony. I need you to be honest with me. You’re always switching up. Well, not switching up, but you’re lost in thought a lot and that isn’t like you. I’m worried about you.”

He looked concerned. He really did. He was worried about his friend.

“It’s nothing Miles. Swear. I’m just worried about this exam coming up.”

Lies.

He believed it though.

And she believed that they would be good. Except she had to accept the fact that they’ve been done. Long before anything begun. They weren’t together, they never were and they probably never will be.

Harmony Jones lets him lead her on. The times he came crawling through her window, battered and bruised pleading for help so he doesn’t have to explain to his parents why he looks the way he does. It ends with him falling asleep in her bed. An arm around her waist and his head buried in her neck. Along with him gone before the morning comes.

It was a continuous thing. She was used to it. Did she want to get used to it? No, but it was as close as she was going to get to anything with Miles. He leaned on her and she leaned on him. Even if that meant having to listen to him gush about some girl that was only here for three days then gone for the next year and a half without a single word.

Even if it meant having to be there and have her heart torn in two while she watched Miles fall for someone that wasn’t her.

All because she disguised the truth and let her mind play this game.

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[not-krys]

It's that time again! Time to count up all the words and reflect upon the past year.

And, friends, let me just say I'm really super happy with this years numbers, probably the biggest numbers I've seen in a long time.

This year, I had a new years resolution to post at least 1 writing thing per month, no matter its finished state, thus putting out a lot of WIP Wednesdays this year.

But, along with doing all those WIP Wednesdays, I found I was finishing more writing things this year because of it and... it's kind of amazing to see the progress across this year.

For previous Writing Summaries: 2020 2021 2022

For this year's art summary, click here!

And, as always, my masterlist, to see all my fics in one place!

Now, without further ado, let's crunch some numbers!

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Posted Works to tumblr/ao3: 10

-The Traveling Adventures of Mister Fox and Miss Mouse [IkeSen AU, Mitsuhide x fem!Reader]: 986

-Happy Birthday, Vincent [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC), NSFW]: 856

-Family Picnic [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 1,021

-No Time [Ikemen Prince, Rio x Clara (OC)]: 1,110

-Bittersweet [Obey Me, Lucifer x Miri (OC)]: 1,975

-The Traveling Adventures of Mister Fox and Miss Mouse Part 2 [Ikemen Sengoku, Mitsuhide x fem!Reader]: 2,487

-Birthday Carrots [Ikemen Prince, Nokto x Clara (OC)]: 221

-Reaching Out [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 2599

-Kitchen Talks [Obey Me, Solomon & Miri (OC)]: 1,050

-First Kicks [Ikemen Vampire, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 1,649

Total Word Count on Published Fanfics: 13,954

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Published WIPs (That were written in 2023 or Updated in 2023): 19

-Starvation [IkeSeries OCs; Houki, Abby, Maddie, Clara, Ophelia]: 1,716

-Love [IkeSeries and Obey Me OCs]: 2,449

-Grey [Ikemen Vampire; Shakespeare, Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 391

-No Time [Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Vampire; Rio x Clara, Arthur x Thea (OC)]: 1,012

-Nurture [Ikemen Revolution; Harr x Maddie (OC)]: 588

-Nurture [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire; Houki (OC) x Mitsunari, Ophelia (OC), Theo and Arthur, background Vincent x Abby (OC)]: 2,020

-Father [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince, Obey Me; Houki (OC), Thea (OC) x Arthur x Theo, Vincent x Abby (OC), Clara (OC) & Mr. Akatsuki, Miri (OC) and Lucifer]: 2,375

-Flowers [Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Prince; Abby (OC) & Vlad, Maddie (OC) & Loki, Clara (OC) & Silvio]: 1,227

-Introduction [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Prince; Nobunaga & Houki (OC), Vincent & Abby (OC), Nokto & Clara (OC)]: 1,137

-Are You Challenging Me? [Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Obey Me; Nobunaga & Houki (OC), Arthur & Isaac & Abby (OC), Lucifer & Miri (with minor appearances of other obey me characters]: 855

-Askbox Trick or Treat [Obey Me; Lucifer]: 254

-Askbox Trick or Treat [Ikemen Sengoku; Mitsuhide]: 157

-Askbox Trick or Treat [Ikemen Sengoku; Masamune]: 373

-Perfect Strangers [Ikemen Vampire; Comte]: 839

-Abandoned [Ikemen Prince, Obey Me; Clara (OC) & Rio, Leviathan & Miri (OC)]: 1,358

-Nobububu 2.0 [Ikemen Sengoku; Nobunaga]: 636

-Diavolo and Miri Snippet [Obey Me; Diavolo x Miri (OC)]: 389

-Unfinished Fictober 2023 Houki and Mitsunari [Ikemen Sengoku; Mitsunari x Houki (OC)]: 216

-Sugar and Spice and…? [Ikemen Vampire; Comte x Leonardo x Preg!Reader, NSFW]: 1,127

Total Word Count on Published WIPs (That were written or updated in 2023): 19,119

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Unpublished WIPs (that were written in 2023): 1

-A Second Glance Part 5: 1,147

Total Word Count on Creative Works for 2023: 34,220

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Essays/Commentary/Asks/Etc: 21

-Ikemen Series Tier List: 225

-Fanfic Writer Asks (Lorei): 371

-Three Characters, One Number Ask (Lorei): 722

-Fic Writer Asks (Lorei): 679

-Fanfic Writer Asks (Emojis, Lorei): 295

-Fanfic Writer Asks (Emojis, Mo): 248

-Let's Get Real Fanfic Writers (Lorei): 396

-Let's Get Real Fanfic Writers Asks (Scummy): 520

-Who Do You Ship Me With (Mo): 82

-Why Do You Follow Me? (Lorei): 512

-Character Opinion (Lorei): 317

-Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks (Mo): 468

-4th Anniversary Questionaire Ikevamp Edition: 1252

-OC Number Asks (Anng): 728

-Send a 💌 and I'll tell you something I love about you (Lorei): 78

-Writer's Truth or Dare (Scummy): 226

-Different Universe, Same Universe 2023 Ask (Julie): 154

-Napo Birthday Asks 1: 160

-What Ideas get completed and posted? (Scummy): 199

-Getting a comment on my old fic: 214

-Uncommon Questions for Your OCs (Houki and Clara, original and my reblog): 799

Total Word Count on Essays, Commentary, Asks, etc: 8645

Total Word Count for 2023: 42,865

Thanks for all the good times this year and I hope we can bring this kind of energy into the new year too!

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #year end summary #2023 year end summary #over 42000 this year! #and 34000 of it in creative works! #that's a lot for me #who previous years had barely got passed 20000 for creative works #that's a big jump for me! #yeee

[damn-stark]

Chapter 3 Stupid teenagers

Stargirl chapter 3

A/N- Don’t you just love happy chapters!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, fluff! SLOWBURN, talks of alcohol & blood, violence, long chapter.

Pairing- Steve Harrington x fem!reader, male!oc x fem!reader

Episode- 2x05-2x06

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“So,” you roll out slowly as you try to break this awkward silence between Steve and you.

Maybe hanging out wasn’t such a great idea. He’s being such a grump.

“Do you have a fake ID?” You ask and glance at him hoping he’ll just loosen up.

“Yeah, obviously how else do you think I get beer? Do you?”

You nod and pull out the little plastic ID. “One just doesn’t know when you need it. I’ll show you mine if you me yours.”

Steve spares you a glance, he debates whether giving in or not for a moment before he lifts off his seat and pulls out his wallet. His eyes are back on the road but he manages to flip his wallet open with his thumb and show off the ID with the fake birthday.

“Ah,” you grin. “So your hair has always been great. Is that how you whoa the cashiers selling you alcohol.”

Steve looks a bit in disbelief to how bold you are, but he doesn’t find it awkward, he plays along. “I was just born this way. A blessing.”

You snort and he looks at you with amusement while his smile slowly spreads.

“I’m surprised you have one, and that you can come out given it’s dark out,” he mentions.

“Eh,” you shrug. “My dad and I agreed 12:30 was my curfew, he doesn’t really care though. He’s just trying to sound authoritative, he’s chill about it. It’s my grandma that was the strict one,” you laugh softly and imitate her accent. “You can’t talk to boys until you’re out of college, you can’t wear such revealing clothes, don’t speak English at home.” You sigh and shake your head. “Nothing could get past her, but now I can do what I want.”

“That’s nice,” he mumbles. “At least she worried about you.”

You huff out. “Yeah, it seems that way now, not before. You, do you have a curfew? What time should I bring you back home?”

Steve scoffs softly. “I don’t have one. But hey, if we’re going to this club how do you know about it?”

You smirk now. “Eddie, my friend from last night. He said that it’s like a disco, that they do themes too! It sounded cool, but I had no one to come with. Until now. We can drink, dance, forget about shit, be stupid teenagers.”

Steve’s smile fades and he nods slowly in agreement. “Yeah, that sounds cool.” He said with grief.

You want friends. Let’s make friends.

“Is everything okay?” You probe.

Steve exhales deeply and gently taps the steering wheel. “Yeah,” he nods and lies, it’s obvious; No eye contact, soft voice, deep breath.

But you aren’t close enough to press him so you let it go and try to assure him as best as you can. “Well It’s like my daddy says, nothing can solve a agonizing heart like—”

“Alcohol?” Steve cuts you off with a sly smirk.

“No,” you chuckle. “Music! And dancing.” You clap and shift around to face him. “Tonight we’re going to be…” you trail off and look at fake name on his fake ID. “Steven Harrel? Really?” You put his wallet down and look at him with a judgmental gaze. “There’s so many names you could have used man!” You begin to tease him. “Edward, Jo, Bob! But no, your name is Steven! You’d make a terrible spy.”

A small laugh gets past his lips. “Yeah, it was at the moment thing. I couldn’t come up with anything else, how about you then judgy?”

You grin and show off your id again. “Rio. Rio Mendes. Steven and Rio coming at you tonight.” You wink.

Steve this time bursts out laughing and shakes his head. “You are truly something else.”

You go serious. “In a good way or a bad way?”

Steve rolls into a parking spot and turns off his car before answering sincerely. “Good.” He meets your gaze and holds it for a lingering moment before he pulls away and opens the door to climb out, leaving you smiling at yourself before you climb out of the car too.

Luckily the security bought your fake ID’s and lets you inside. However, it’s when you’re inside that your illusions get shattered as you see how slow it is. It’s not completely stranded, but the dance floor isn’t full of people drunk dancing, the bar is not full and the bartenders aren’t busy.

Maybe you were expecting too much?

“What about fun?” Steve remarks and walks past you.

You sigh and look away from the dancing floor flashing in different bright colors, and then follow him to the bar. “We can make it fun.”

“Two beers—”

“No I hate beer,” you cut Steve off as he was ordering from the eager bartender. “Two shots of tequila,” you request. “It’s on me.”

“Right away.”

You shoot the bartender a smile, and Steve leans on the surface and looks at you with an impressed smile. “Really? Are you sure?”

You clasp your hands on the bar and face him. “Yes,” you nod. “I invited you, you drove me here, I owe you.”

The bartender returns with glasses and slides them to the both of you. When you grab them you push your cup to Steve. “To…being stupid teenagers,” you toast.

Steve scoffs softly and nods as he raises his cup. “To being stupid teenagers,” he repeats and then clinks his cup against yours.

You then proceed to quickly drink your alcohol, not failing to make faces as the strong liquid burns your throat. Yet it’s oddly satisfying when you’ve swallowed it all.

“So,” Steve avoids having this be awkward. “Why Hawkins?”

Is no one ever going to stop asking you that?

“Uh,” you sigh and turn to watch a group of friends dance. “My dad retired from work,” you lie. “This was his hometown so we came, settled. Albeit he’s brought all his work with him so is he really retired?” You complain.

“Yeah I understand that workaholic dad,” Steve comments, making you blink and look at him watching his empty cup. “No time for anything, not even the kid.”

Yeah, can’t relate there…

“What does your dad do?” You ask instead of trying to relate to something you don’t. You just needed to get some annoyance out some way.

Steve shrugs. “He owns businesses. What about yours?” He redirects.

“Government agent,” you avoid the entire truth.

Steve’s eyebrows raise and he hums softly. “Interesting. Like, FBI? Because that would be cool.”

You let out a breathless laugh and nod. “Yeah, something like that. He’s cool, or at least he thinks so.” You smile. “With his badge and his armory in his office closet.”

Steve gasps. “Does your dad hunt aliens?”

You giggle and shake your head. “No! Not that I don’t believe in them, but no. He does more mundane stuff.”

“I saw an alien once,” Steve comments, heightening your amusement. “Of course I was high off a bad patch.”

You laugh at him and lean in. “I hear monsters dwell in Hawkins. If you’re lucky you’ll see a real one.”

Steve bursts out laughing and reaches for his cup but it’s still empty. He puts the cup back down and shakes his head. “That would be something wouldn’t it?” He laughs softly almost as if he’s nervous.

You squint your gaze in confusion, but don’t question him, instead you ask for another round. This time after you drink your shot, the space between you isn’t filled with chatter, “Under Pressure,” by Queen plays overheard and steals every ounce of your attention.

“We have to go dance!” You exclaim and grab his hand to pull him out the dance floor, but he gently pulls his hand away.

“Nah, you go, I'm not drunk enough yet.”

You scoff. “Not drunk enough? You don’t need to be drunk, let’s go!” You begin to back pedal whilst you bop your head to the beat. “Come on, we’re Steven and Rio tonight. Stupid teenagers!” You yell as you get further and further away from him.

Steve shrugs nonchalantly with a big sigh escaping past his nose.

“We drank, we’re not carrying anything on our shoulders, let’s go dance!” As you step on the dance floor you start moving your body to the music. However, Steve remains in his seat so you have no other option but to pretend to throw a cord and reel him in.

Steve rolls his eyes, but you see his smile peeking through. “That’s stupid,” he mouths.

You shrug. “Who cares,” you rebuttal. “Come.”

Steve’s shoulders fall and he lazily slides off his chair and drags himself to the dance floor. When he begins to get closer, you step further back and let the music take control.

At first Steve starts off slow, with awkward movements that loosen up bit by bit. You keep your eyes on him as if it was possible to lose each other on a lonely floor, and that distance that stands between you begins to close as you grow more comfortable with each other, and as the song's climax rises.

Now as the colorful club lights dance on your own faces, turning you from blue to purple, to orange and yellow, nothing bothered either of you, it’s like you were truly alone just dancing to the music. You were two best friends it seemed like, lost souls finally rekindling.

There comes a moment when you’re both lost in the moment that you lean forward, you glance at each other's lips and almost dive into temptation, but there are people in each other of your minds that come up and have you both swiftly moving away from each other.

Thankfully that…weird moment doesn’t make things awkward, you continue dancing to more songs without falter. You drink one more shot and continue to dance and dance under the hot lights until you’re both worn out and tired.

Regardless, neither of you feel any pressure to return home, so you find a 24/7 mini mart and buy late night slushies. Now albeit the conversation back to the car wasn’t so lighthearted, it was serious, which you enjoy.

“I fear disappointing people,” you confess. “My dad mostly. He’s all I have in my life now….” You swallow thickly. “If I disappoint him, what then?”

“Yeah, well as someone who has disappointed their father…just push through it,” Steve tells you softly. “It’s…depressing at first, but if they don’t try getting their head out of their ass then just keep going for yourself.”

You hum softly and take in his advice before you interject. “I’m sorry he made you feel that way. No one deserves to have their parents treat them like that.

“Eh,” he shrugs. “I’m over it.”

You don’t believe him, but there’s nothing you can do to take that away from him. “So,” you continue moments later. “Your fear?” You ask and take a sip of your sweet crushed ice drink.

Steve take a moment to answer, but before he does he exhales deeply. “Doing nothing with my life. I fear…I don’t know…feeling like I’m a failure. I mean I'm not good at school, which now sucks because I'm graduating. Colleges won’t accept me. Working with my dad will turn me to a recycled copy of him, I don’t want to stay in Hawkins all my life.”

“Well,” you try to assure him the best you can. “It’s not the end of the world if you don’t go to college. My dad didn’t go to college and he became a wealthy, skilled government agent who’s traveled the world. Just get out there, follow your heart,” you laugh breathlessly. “That’s what my daddy always says.”

Steve hums and lowers his cup to look at you with a curious look. “Have you traveled the world with him?”

You nod happily. “Yep.”

Steve smiles softly at you. “What’s your favorite place?”

You draw in a long breath and shrug. “I don't know,” you breathe out. “I’ve been everywhere…uh,” you press your straw against your lip and then picture a place in mind. “Antarctic.”

“What?” Steve asks softly and full of wonder. “No way.”

You nod. “You get on a boat in Argentina and sail there. It’s cold as fucking shit, but it’s amazing, you see ice caps that have lived for millions of years, wild animals, and the best of all, the Southern lights.” You beam at your cup. “They dance down on earth, glowing pink, green and purple. My grandma says that it’s dragons having a celestial battle in the skies,” you giggle and steal a glance at Steve, noticing his smile.

“I love them regardless of what they are, it’s magical, breathtaking.” You muse.

“I believe it,” Steve interjects sweetly.

You meet his gaze and assure him again. “You won’t stay here Steve, don’t put that energy out into the universe. You’ll see what you want, live the way you want. Okay?”

Steve holds your gaze for a moment before he looks ahead and nods. “I hope so.”

You take a long sip of your drink and actually don’t hate the silence that follows. He still breaks it however, with more questions. “Can I ask about your mom? Is she…around?”

How do you avoid making this awkward?

“Uh…not around me,” you mutter and grab your straw to turn your drink around. “She’s busy traveling from place to place…she calls, she gives me money, but besides that she’s a stranger. I'm a burden to her.”

Steve scoffs and probes. “How so?”

You exhale deeply, and feel hesitance sharing now. “She’s in the entertainment business,” you mumble. “She’s an actress.”

“What?” Steve presses.

You avert your gaze and mumble again, but a bit louder. “She’s an actress.” You look at Steve and see his interest piqued.

“Do I know her?” He asks with a growing grin.

You shrug. “Maybe…have you heard of Mayra Rivers?”

Steve stops walking and meets your gaze with a serious expression. “Shut up,” he mutters. “No. She’s not.”

You scoff. “Yeah, sometimes I wish she wasn’t. But that’s her, my mom.” You continue walking to his car.

Steve runs to catch up to you and looks excited now. “She's a good actress! Great. You know what, I see the resemblance.”

You roll your eyes. “Well she might be a good actress, but not a good mom.”

Steve huffs. “Bummer. To absent parents then.” He presses his cup towards you.

You cross your arm over your chest and clink your cup against his. “To absent parents.”

“But whenever you see her, let me know, or get me a autograph,” he says.

“Whatever.” You sass.

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*THE NEXT DAY*

“Throw it,” you urge your dad and swim away from the pier.

The water is cold, sure, but you don't mind much, you’ve stepped in colder waters. Besides, you can’t possibly wait for summer to dip in.

“Catch it this time,” he remarks and throws the piece of candy at your mouth.

Yet as you open your mouth and move to where it’s going to fall, the candy plops in the lake water and begins to sink down. “You think fishes can eat that?” You ask as you watch the candy sink further and further away.

“They might die,” your dad deadpans.

You hum with pity and glance up at him, seeing him sit back and read his work papers about this town that has more than meets the eye. So much so that your dad came home late last night, way after Steve dropped you off. And he hasn’t spoke about it either, which adds to your curiosity.

“Daddy, guess what?” You interject to try and get something out of him.

He hums as a response, letting you swim towards the pier and continue. “I found out the other day that the girl, Nancy, was friends with Barbara, the girl who disappeared.”

Your dad lowers the paper he was reading and tilts his head, letting your floating figure in the water reflect off his sunglasses. “Really?” He presses.

You hum and nod. “Yeah. What about you, have you learned more?”

Your dad sighs and hesitates for a moment before he puts his paper down on the small round table, and leans forward. “Yes actually,” he thankfully begins to say. “The other day, a lady called the police about this girl wandering around the park alone. She said that one minute she was there and the next the swing moved by itself, and then when she looked back the girl vanished.”

Your curious expression fades and worry and fear begins to bleed through.

“I tried to follow the lead to the middle school, but there was nothing. After that I went to your uncles place, stalked him a bit and found out he’s not living at the rv.”

You blink in confusion and this time you probe. “Why are you spying on uncle Jim?”

Your dad pulls his sunglasses off and begins to look enthused. “Because he’s the chief of police, he’s in charge of all the important files, he’s the one hiding things. So I followed him, he lives in my grandfather's cabin. I stalked the place, saw him and then at night a girl just about the same age as the Russian girl, walked in the house. And guess what happened later?” He smiles.

You swallow thickly and now regret asking. “What?” You mumble.

“All the windows in his house broke,” your dad shares. “I think Jim knows that Russian girl. He’s working with Hawkins Lab. We’re close, baby girl, so close,” he pinches his fingers.

So what will that mean for uncle Jim? You haven’t gotten to see him since arriving at Hawkins. Will they confront each other? Will this girl kill your dad? Someone with abilities, anomalies like her won’t go down without a fight.

“Hello?!” A third voice cuts through your rambling thoughts.

Your dad looks back, and you look up, catching Steve, and some tiny boy with a head of curly hair squished under a hat, approaching the pier very cautiously.

“Friends of yours?” Your dad directs at you.

You nod. “The tall one is, the short one must be his brother.”

“No one was answering the front door,” Steve explains as he points to your house. “The cars are in the drive away so, I thought well since it’s sort of urgent we'll check the back.”

You close the gap between the pier and you to grab the edge as they get closer.

“Hello there, I didn’t know y/n was expecting visitors,” your dad greets them with kindness. “I’m Rowan, her father.”

Steve’s eyes go wide and he glances at you with surprise. “Oh,” he mouths and walks down the wooden pier with his friend. “I’m Steve, her friend. And this is,” he pats the boy's shoulder.

“Dustin Henderson,” the boy introduces himself to both your dad and you. “Pleasure.”

You pull yourself onto the pier, catching Steve’s double take before he keeps his eyes on your father as he gets out of his chair.

“Welcome,” your dad continues to be nice and even greets them with a firm handshake. “Please help yourself to some lunch, there’s things to make sandwiches, there’s candy, chips. We were having lunch.”

“Oh,” the boy Dustin says with a growing smile. “Don’t mind if I do.” He approaches the table, and you walk into your sandals and quirk your eyebrow.

“Hi…Steve,” you greet reluctantly since this is truly a surprise visit. “What’s up?”

Said man folds his arms over his chest and shrugs. “Oh, nothing…just came to visit.” He shoots you a smile. “You.”

You point at Dustin making himself a sandwich, and then glance back at Steve with a confused gaze. “Oh, with your brother?” You ask.

Steve quickly shakes his head. “What? No, he’s not my brother. He’s…my friend.”

Oh. He’s friends with children…how weird.

“Oh. Okay.”

“Hey, don’t worry, feel yourselves at home, I’m stepping out,” your dad interjects.

Your gaze snaps to him and you quickly interrogate him. “What? Really? Where are you going?”

Your dad points back. “Work errands, I’ll see you later okay?” He pulls the dry towel from the chair, and then walks over to you to press a kiss on your forehead as he wraps the towel around your shoulders. “Take your walkie if you go out, I tuned it into the right channel. It’s on your desk.”

You slowly take the towel as you narrow your gaze. “Why?” You ask.

“Just in case,” he says and lets you go to collect all the things you used for lunch once Dustin is done using them. When he’s inside you finally address your surprise visit.

“So what’s up? Why didn’t you call?”

Steve and the boy share a quick glance, the boy shares a nod before Steve faces you and responds. “We need your help. I remember that you told me about your dads armory last night, so I came with the intention to borrow a gun or two.”

What?

You let out a nervous laugh. “Be serious.”

“I am,” Steve deadpans and drops his arms to his sides to press his hands on his hips. “We need to borrow guns.”

This isn’t helping cure your confusion whatsoever. “What for?” You demand to know.

“Can we or can we not?” Dustin blurts.

You shoot him a perplexed glare and then meet Steve’s gaze and step towards him to answer. “No. No! You can’t just borrow my dads guns. First of all you won’t tell me what for. Second of all, if something happens it’s on him. So no, I'm sorry but no.”

Steve gasps and shares a worried glance with Dustin. They share silence so you scoff in annoyance and decide to sit down on the chair and wait for their shitty excuse.

“We—” Dustin stammers.

“Shh,” you cut him off.

“Wh—”

“I don’t know you. Steve,” you slowly wave your finger around to point at him. “You tell me what’s going on. Why you came over here demanding weapons?” You cross your leg over the other and narrow your gaze.

Steve points his hand at Dustin with his mouth agape and then blinks repeatedly before he attempts to answer. “We’re going monster hunting. Dustin…found some slug thing that keeps molting, and ate his cat...”

What the hell?

“…he escaped from his shed, and we’re after it. So we need weapons to kill it.”

“Slug thing?” You quote between disbelief and fear since a part of you believes him after all you’ve heard from your dad.

“Yes!” Dustin exclaims. “It’s a monster from a different dimension called the Upside Down. It’s dangerous, we need guns or else it will start making people disappear. Again.”

The anomalies…is this all connected?

The unexplained deaths?

“These monsters,” you say in a serious tone. “Do they come from Hawkins lab by any chance?”

Both guys share a quick worried look before Steve begins to sputter.

“Yes or no?” You demand.

Steve lowers his head and scratches the back of his head. “Yes,” he mutters. “Well not anymore, but it all started there. It’s a long story we can maybe share later?”

You hum and nod slowly before you respond to their previous request without thinking. “Fine, you can get your guns, but only if I go with you and use them.”

Steve rolls his head up and meets your gaze with sass. “We can use a gun.”

You shrug. “Take it or leave it.”

Steve and Dustin share another speechless look before Steve responds. “Fine,” he grumbles. “But at your own risk. If you get hurt it’s not on me, tell your dad that.”

You begin to grin. “I will.”

This is for him after all, to help him with his mission.

“Let’s go get those guns then,” you encourage both guys.

——

*LATER*

“So help me understand, you believe it all,” the little boy keeps repeating for the third time since you left the house. “The interdimensional called The Upside Down, the Demogorgans? The girl who has telekinesis? All the batshit crazy things?”

You groan and fix your shotgun strap around your shoulder. “Look, Justin—”

“Dustin,” he corrects you.

“Yeah,” you brush him off. “It’s just like I said the last time, I’m superstitious. Besides, people here say that demons come out to play here, why wouldn’t I believe it?”

“Well, because people are oblivious to it all.”

You hum in comprehension and glance down at the meat trail that Dustin made Steve and you leave behind.

“Besides,” Steve adds. “Her dad was an old CIA agent, he hunted aliens.”

“No he didn’t,” both Dustin and you counter at the same time.

“The CIA doesnt do that,” Dustin corrects him. “Sure they can, but that’s not its main focus.”

Steve lifts his hands up in the air and mumbles. “Sorry, jeez.”

“Anyway,” you change the subject and lazily let a piece of meat go. “Are we almost there? My legs are getting tired. And the sun will be going down soon. By the way, why am I the one dropping the meat?”

“Because you wanted to risk your life and tag along,” Dustin sassily rebuttals.

You scrunch your nose in annoyance. “Yeah because I don’t trust you,” you point to Steve on your left side. “With my dads guns.”

Steve blinks in confusion. “I’m really responsible. I don’t know where this judgment is coming from. I thought we were friends.”

“We are,” you agree. “But it doesn’t mean I get to trust you with a shotgun that can kill someone. And if you lose it…my dad might just get me in trouble.”

He doesn’t really do that. He’s never even grounded you before either.

“Besides, it has serious kickback if you don’t know how to use it,” you add.

Steve looks at you offended. “But I can. I just had to have you remind me.”

“Mh-mm,” you hum. “Well I still don’t trust you with the guns, so I’ll use the gun. You use the cool nail bat.”

Steve huffs, letting silence build between the three of you again. Not like you minded because you can think about your dad and wonder what he was up to that he didn’t care to share. He just left.

He does seem close to putting all the pieces together, he’s just missing a few pieces. And also seems like you’re collecting those missing, but you can’t just tell him anything through the walkie, not yet anyway. You need more information, or if you see the Russian girl who Dustin calls Eleven, then you’ll call him. Until then you’ll stay quiet.

“All right,” Steve interjects. “So let me get this straight. You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who…who you just met?”

You smile softly at the thought of this young boy committing to such a dangerous gesture all for a girl.

“All right,” Dustin rebuttals. “That’s grossly oversimplifying things.”

“I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?” Steve asks.

“An interdimensional slug?” Dustin says. “Because its awesome.” He says as if it isn’t obvious.

“Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn’t,” Steve argues. “I…I just…I don’t know. I just feel like you’re trying way too hard.”

You furrow your eyebrows and slowly side eye Steve. “I think it’s quite cute,” you defend Dustin. “I mean dangerous, but It’s the thought that counts.”

“So you’re saying that you’d want a guy to bring you a dangerous slug monster because he thought it looked cool?” Steve questions you.

“Well,” you sigh and tilt your head to the side. “When you put it that way no, but that’s just me. It’d would be kinda weird and gross,” you scrunch your nose. “But! Everyone else is different, who knows this girl could like it.”

“But she didn’t,” Steve blurts.

You shrug. “Still,” you try to help Dustin. “Everyone has different tastes in stuff, Steve.”

“And she was one who did not like the slug. I’m just trying to help him out.”

“Well,” Dustin interjects between your conversation. “Not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?”

“It’s not about the hair man,” Steve argues. “The key with girls is just…just acting like you don’t care.”

You slowly furrow your eyebrows at the sound of the horrendous comment and slowly side eye Steve again.

“Even if you do?” Dustin asks probably soaking up all this useless advice.

“Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts,” Steve agrees, making you shake your head. Steve notices and throws a piece of meat at you. “Butt out.”

“Well,” you chuckle and walk ahead to hop on the metal railings at the side. “I'm a girl. I could help.”

“How? You haven’t even had a boyfriend yet!”

“Hey!” You exclaim over your shoulder. “That was told in confidence. And I’m getting there.” You roll your ahead again and continue to throw meat pieces down.

“Anyway, back to me,” Dustin interjects. “Then what?”

“You just wait until, uh…until you feel it.”

Your curiosity piques this time, but you don’t look back.

“Feel what?” Dustin asks.

“It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know?” Steve explains. “You can’t see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh…electricity, you know?”

Hm, you’ve felt that before with…well him, when you were dancing, when you were talking on your way back to the car…

“Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere—”

“No, no, no, no, no,” Steve corrects him while you stifle your laugh. “Like a…like a sexual electricity.”

“Oh.”

“You feel that and then you make your move.”

Too bad you can’t make your move with him.

“So that’s when you kiss her?” Dustin asks very innocently.

“No, whoa, whoa,” Steve quickly cuts in. “Slow down, Romeo.”

“Sorry.”

“Sure,” Steve continues. “Some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a…I don’t know, like a lion.”

You snort.

“But others you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a…like a ninja.”

Hm, okay that one was better. Lion? Pft. Everyone knows a tiger is more aggressive.

“What type is Nancy?” Dustin asks, this time you just peer back.

“Nancy’s different. She’s different than the other girls.”

You smile down at the ground, and feel the need to want someone to talk about you like that when you’re not around.

“Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess,” Dustin says.

“Yeah. Yeah, she is.”

“But,” Dustin adds, “this girls special, too, you know. It’s just, like, something about her.”

You look ahead and grin at his innocent way of describing what he feels.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Steve cuts in. “Hey, hey, hey.”

“What?”

You hear their feet stop agaisnt the gravel so you just turn and slowly continue to walk back and watch them.

“You’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?” Steve presses him seriously.

Dustin hesitates before he shakes his head. “Uh, no. No.”

Aw so cute.

“Okay, good,” Steve mutters and continues walking. “Don’t.”

“I won’t.”

“She’s only gonna break your heart, and you’re too young for that shit,” Steve adds with his gaze down.

You sigh at his comment and once again begin to wonder what happened between him and Nancy that night at the party.

“Well,” you finally pitch in as they both stay quiet. “My dad said that it’s okay to get your broken once. It builds character, he says. And my grandma got her heartbroken once and never married again. Instead she became pretty cool at her old age, she lived longer and looked 50 at 60, so.” You shrug. “Won’t be the end of the world.”

“That’s pretty sad,” Steve counters and meets your gaze.

You shrug. “I wouldn’t say so, I got more attention and am trauma free.” You shoot him a smile.

Steve rests one hand on his hips and sassily points his finger with the other one. “Except you’re barely getting a social life at the ripe age of 17. I would call that trauma.”

You shrug. “Like I care. I’m rich, and have traveled the world. Have you?”

Steve parts his lips, but just huffs, making you smirk and turn around to continue facing ahead. The silence lingers but only for a little.

“Fabergé,” Steve breaks the silence.

“What?” You probe.

“It’s Farbergé Organics,” Steve continues. “Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hairs damp…it’s not wet, okay? When it’s damp…”

“Damp,” Dustin echoes.

“You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

You snort and can’t help but begin to giggle.

“Farrah Fawcett spray?” Dustin teases.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “Farrah Fawcett.”

They stop again so you stop this time and wait with your back turned.

“You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass,” Steve threatens Dustin. “You’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?”

Said boy agrees, making Steve sigh and continue walking.

“My grandma used to use Farrah Fawcett spray.” You look back with a teasing smile.

Steve albeit remains nonchalant. “You did say your grandma was cool, so by default I am too.”

You quirk a brow and scoff. “Sure.”

“Farrah Fawcett, really?” Dustin query’s.

“I mean she’s hot.”

“Yeah,” Dustin agrees.

You roll your eyes and put an arm out to focus on walking on the railing. Albeit then your mind goes to your dad so you pull out the walkie as if he was contacting you. You just need to make sure it’s on the right channel and it has batteries.

When you put away again the silence hanging over the group lingers until you finally reach your destination, a used junkyard. Wow.

“Well,” you grumble in disgust as you place your hands on your hips. “Isn’t this a piece of junk.” You huff. “Pun completely intended.”

Steve sighs. “Ignore her. This will do.”

You scrunch your nose.

“This will do just fine,” he adds and walks ahead whilst he takes his sunglasses off. “Good call, dude.”

You drag your feet after Steve. “I hope you guys are up to date on your tetanus shots. One cut here and it’s lights out.”

“You should eat your snacks your dad packed,” Steve throws back at you as he dumps the leftover meat in the middle of the yard. “You’re getting cranky.”

You feign a laugh. “My dad didn’t pack shit. I packed it, I didn’t know how long this monster hunt was gonna take, but just tell me you don’t want snacks and I won’t share with you. Justin and I will have more to eat ” You dump the meat out on the same pile and shoot him a pointed look.

“Dustin, it’s Dustin!”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” you mumble.

“I said medium-well!” Another voice startles you.

You look back and see a ginger girl, and a young boy waving.

Dustin and Steve did say a friend of Dustin’s was going to join, you actually didn’t expect it though.

“Who’s that?” Steve points out the girl most likely since Dustin mentioned his friend was a boy.

Alas rather than having Steve’s question answered, Dustin stays quiet, making you glance at him and notice that he looks slightly upset. Whatever for?

“How many kids are you friends with?” You ask Steve as you lean towards him.

Steve leans towards you as the kids approach. “They’re not my friends.” He says.

“Hm,” you hum.

“Who’s this?” The boy points to you as he comes to a stop.

“Y/N,” you introduce yourself with a stiff wave. “A friend of Steve’s.”

The boy shoots Dustin a quizzical look, so the boy quickly explains. “She had guns, so we need her. Steve vouches for her.”

Vouches?

“…So we can trust her. She also knows.” Dustin glances at you. “Y/N, this my friend I mentioned earlier Lucas. L-U-C-A-S, Lucas,” he spells out.

You playfully roll your eyes as you fold your hands over your chest. “I got it man. And this is…” you point to the girl…wait is this eleven? He mentioned she was gone, but is it?

“This is Max…”

No it isn’t.

“Sup,” you greet them both and awkwardly turn away to try and…just look busy. Steve follows you soon after that.

“Don’t you think if this monster is hungry and a predator that it would prefer blood?” You wander out loud. “It must have a drive.” You look back and see Steve pick up some dingy scrap metal.

“I mean Nancy said that blood attracted the Demogorgon last year, but this is different, I mean different instincts, right?” Steve shares.

You shrug and don’t ask why but you also pick up a piece of metal. “Sure. Different animals run by different instincts, but in order to catch prey, they use smell, blood is strong. It could attract what Dustin saw a lot faster.”

Steve sighs. “Sure, but let's take advantage that it isn’t here now to shield this bus.”

You nod and help him and the children fortify the bus to hide while you wait, and hide when that thing comes. And since there’s many helping hands it’s done quickly. And thankfully the monster doesn’t come while you’re building.

Soon albeit the sun sets and the night sky reigns over, bringing a tense wait that is accompanied by silence that you break when you can’t help your thoughts anymore. “So help me understand, how dangerous? Like based on the aliens from the movie Aliens, and well a bear.”

Dustin turns sharply on his heels and answers right away. “Aliens.”

You draw in a breath and nod. “That’s,” you breathe out. “Great.” You slide the gun off your shoulder and drag your body down the bus wall to sit and wait. “So Max, you said you’re new, where do you come from?”

Said girl shifts in her seat before she answers. “California. What about you?”

“London,” you share and turn your head to glance at her. “I didn’t live there, my dad had a job there that took some time, but that’s the last place I was, so.”

Her eyes go wide. “Really? How is it? Is it true that it's never sunny?”

You scoff softly. “It’s not true. You see the sun. Not as much as in California though.” You smile at her. “Would you surf?”

Max shrugs. “Sometimes. I’m more into skating.”

You huff. “Cool. I tried, not my things. I can’t find my balance.”

Max leans over and points to your gun. “Can I shoot that thing?”

You furrow your eyebrows. “No? Do you know how?”

She shakes her head. “I can try,” she tries to assure you. “How hard is it?”

You scoff lightheartedly. “Not hard, but a shotgun is more trickier….come. I can show you while we wait.” You pick up the shotgun and rest it on your lap.

“Really?” Max probes with the sound of excitment.

You take the bullets out and nod. “Yeah, I’ll teach you the way my dad taught me.” You glance up at the younger boys paying close attention. “You boys can come try too. I mean considering we’re monster hunting in a hellscape, it’s important.” You chuckle softly. “Steve, can you give me a quarter from my pack, it’s in the small pocket in the front.”

“Sure,” he sighs and does what you say, while you stand up and walk to where Max is standing at the front. “Okay, first.” You say as you shove the bullets in your pocket. “Grip…here,” you hand her the gun. “Put your trigger hand on the side of the stock wrist, so here,” you point.

Max lifts the gun and does what you say carefully.

“Next,” you continue, “your grip, relax your trigger finger ‘kay? And wrap your remaining fingers around the gun, the way you feel comfortable.” You lower your head and watch her attempt to do it.

“Like this?” She asks.

“Here,” Steve cuts in.

You put your hand out and he throws the quarter into your palm. “Thanks,” you mutter and focus back on Max. “Yeah, like that. Now,” you add, “and with your other hand grab here.” You take her other hand and place it under the fore-end. “Grab it firmly, not too tight or too loose. Firm, got it?” You look up at both boys and notice they’re slowly huddling around you to watch. “Got it?”

Lucas nods and Dustin agrees quietly, letting you move on with a tiny smile.

“Don’t stretch your arm or scrunch. Just…” you trail off and fix her arm. “Like this. This grip will feel natural, so don’t stress too much. The difficult part is the recoil, you hold it wrong, you can knock yourself out, pop out your shoulder, shoot someone else, different variations, but,” you make it clear. “That’s why I'm teaching ya,” you chuckle and catch Steve’s attentive gaze on you.

What does it mean? His eyes are on you, soft it seems, he’s smiling just slightly…so he’s paying attention to your teachings…or you?

You’re being delusional.

“Uh,” you clear your throat and look back at Max to continue instructing. “Lift the stock to your cheek, let it touch the ridge below your cheekbone.”

Max adjusts the gun the way you said, but Dustin cuts in, “that’s not the ridge. Right here,” he leans forward to help her, but Max leans away from his touch.

“Yeah, yeah I got it,” she clarifies.

Dustin pulls back with his hands raised. “Sorry.”

You roll your eyes and continue. “Keep your eyes in line with the barrel, raise your shoulders a bit—good. Like that,” you compliment her. “Now wedge the butt of the gun in your shoulder pocket, right between the shoulder and the pectoral muscles…” you trail off and shift the end of the gun the right away. “Here. You’ll barely feel the recoil that way. Keep your head naturally erect, point the tip of your feet ahead, and put your weight on the balls of your feet.” You look down and fix her stance with your own foot. “Great!

“Now,” you continue excitedly, “this is where the coin comes into play.” You then move away and pass Dustin to lay the quarter on the barrel of the gun. “Look this isn’t a competition, okay? Don’t stress yourselves out if the coin falls, I’ll be shooting today, this is practice.” You tell them sweetly as you step back. “Now the point of this trick is trigger control, if the coin falls it means you’re tilting, dipping, just moving in general. Your goal is to have a steady aim. When that happens the coin won’t fall. Now. Shoot.”

Max exhales deeply and taps the trigger. She then closes one eye before hitting the trigger. And when she does the coin falls, making the boys snicker and Max to groan.

You grin at her. “Hey, its just practice. It happens. It took me a while.” You shift your stance and point your chin at Lucas. “You go next Lucas.”

Said boy smiles with enthusiasm and takes the gun from Max. You have to fix his grip, but once he has it, Max places the coin on the barrel of the gun.

“Go,” you instruct.

This time though before he can shoot the coin falls.

“Come on man,” Lucas complains, and lets Dustin move in.

Dustin manages to get the grip right, so Lucas quickly places the coin down. As soon as Dustin shoots though the coin tilts and falls.

“Bummer,” Lucas teases his friend.

Dustin shoots him a pointed glare. “You didn’t get to shoot so shut up.”

You take the gun from Dustin and look to Steve. “You want to give it a try?” You ask him. “Show me those skill you were showing off?”

Steve meets your gaze and then glances at the gun in your hand and shakes his head. “No, you guys do it. Someone has to keep watch.”

You don’t insist. “Okay, then two more tries for each of you. We do have shit to do. Max, again.”

As the kids go again Max fails her second time, Lucas does manage to keep the coin on this time, but when he shoots it falls, and Dustin fails before he can shoot. The third time, Dustin is eager so he does his turn back to back, but fails when he shoots. Max snatches the gun and again loses the same way, Lucas however, on his third attempt manages to keep the coin on the gun.

“Hey, great job kid,” you compliment the grinning boy. “That was good. If I get mauled to death you can take over.”

“Beginners luck,” Dustin complains and walks away.

Max scoffs. “Cool, but I will be better.”

Lucas shrugs and muses. “It’s all my wrist rocket training. So don’t worry you can all stand behind me when shit goes down.”

Max shakes her head, but you catch a small smile as she shoves past him to retake her seat.

“Thanks,” Lucas now directs at you as he hands you back your gun. “That was cool. I guess Steve wasn’t wrong about bringing you here.”

The thought of siblings always kind of pissed you off, you enjoyed your dads attention all to yourself. You enjoyed your grandma's attention; even if doing all the chores by yourself was ass you never wanted help from someone like a brother or sister. But being stuck here with these kids…well it’s not so bad. You like sharing your wisdom.

You smile softly and mutter back. “Thanks. And this goes for all of you, if you want more practice you can come over…I mean it’s kinda weird, but life-saving? Plus you guys can annoy my dad too. He’s good with guns.”

Lucas nods slowly. “Yeah, that’s cool.”

“Yeah, I mean now the Eleven is gone, and these things are coming back, we need the skills,” Dustin interjects. “Lucas' wrist rocket won’t save shit.”

Lucas turns to shoot Dustin an offended look.

Dustin just shrugs, so Lucas moves on and just climbs up to watch from the top. Which, he’s a kid, but he wants to keep watch, so you all let him, leaving Dustin, Max, Steve and you to wait inside.

“You have siblings?” Steve asks as you sit back down beside him.

You begin to put the bullets back in the gun, and shake your head. “Nah. My parents separated young. My mom, well you know her…she has no time for kids. And my dad never married again, he had girlfriends but they never had kids.” You look over at him. “You?”

Steve shakes his head too. “No, my parents just never tried again. I don’t mind though, I mean…” he sighs. “One forgotten kid is enough.”

You sigh and gently nudge him. “You’re not forgotten, you’re just experiencing life without them. Creating stories,” you try to assure him.

“Yeah, sure.”

There isn’t much you can say, you can’t relate to him, you just try to make him feel better. That’s what friends do.

“So you really fought one of these things before?” You hear Max direct at Steve.

You look at him and catch him nod as he fidgets with his lighter, leading Max to her next question.

“And you’re, like, totally, 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?”

“Shit,” Dustin cuts in bluntly. “Don’t be an idiot. Okay? It wasn’t a bear. Why are you even here if you don’t believe us?”

Oh jeez. Harsh. Mean. Dick.

“Just go home.”

Max gets off her seat and counters. “Geesh. Someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?” She climbs up the ladders in the middle of the bus and joins Lucas on the roof, leaving you to awkwardly focus back at your shotgun.

“That’s good,” Steve comments. “Just show her you don’t care.”

“I don’t,” Dustin spats back. “Why are you winking, Steve? Stop.”

You glance over at said man and shake your head, he just shrugs and hits you back with a sassy comment. “We all like different things.”

You sigh and cock the gun to have it ready. “So you want to be treated like trash?” You comment on his logic.

Steve gets cocky and shrugs. “Ignore me and I’ll be all over you.”

You snicker. “You’ll swoon?” You tease.

“Yeah sure.”

You smile. “Is that how Nancy won you over?” You ask.

Steve blinks and his smile flickers away, but he maintains it and shakes his head. “I won her over with my charms. I was hard to resist.”

You snort. “Well, it seems I’m going to need some advice,” you tell him. “‘Cause I want to impress this guy. And well I don’t know shit.”

Steve leans close to you and throws his arm around your shoulders. “I got you. Just don’t dance like the other night and you’ll be okay.”

You giggle. “The music spoke to me,” you joke. “But you’re not such a great dancer yourself.”

Steve scoffs and playfully pushes you to the side. He’s about to comment something but then a loud growl in the distance cuts him off and has you both go stiff and fearful.

However, he then quickly turns and looks out the window, Dustin joins his side, and you sit there with your mouth agape, your eyes wide and full of disbelief and horror.

The possibility of monsters was never something you laughed at thanks to what your dad is after, thanks to what you know of Hawkins Lab, but well it didn't set, you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes or heard it until now.

“What do you see?” You ask Steve quietly in case the monster had some kind of super hearing.

“Nothing,” Steve says.

Oh fuck. That’s worse than actually seeing something. Fuck. Fuck!

“Lucas, what’s going on?!” Dustin yells out.

You pick up your shotgun and slowly turn to peek over Steve’s shoulder.

“Hold on!” Lucas shouts back.

There’s nothing but fog and that pile of meat you all left as bait. There’s rusted junk and woods. Fuck. Fuck!

Okay don’t freak out. That’s the first weakness in shit like this. Right? So just remain calm. Calm.

“I’ve got eyes!” Ten o’clock!”

Fuck!

“Ten o’clock!”

You slowly drag your eyes towards the direction, but you don’t catch anything right away. It’s not until you squint your eyes that you catch a dark figure through the thick fog; it looks like some black skinny coyote.

“What’s he doing?” Dustin asks.

“I don’t know,” Steve answers.

The sound of soft chitter travels inside the bus, making the beat of your already racing heart pound faster.

“He’s not taking the bait,” Steve comments as you watch the monster just stand there. “Why is not taking the bait?”

“Maybe he’s not hungry?” you mutter shakily.

“Maybe he’s sick of cow,” Steve says before he pushes himself back to stand to his given height. You and Dustin watch him, and you notice that he wasn’t up to anything good.

“What?” You murmur.

Steve turns and walks to the doors, making you follow after him. “Hey, hey, what are you doing? Steve?”

Said man turns and shows off his lighter. “Just get ready.” He then throws the lighter, and Dustin catches it since you’re still standing there confused.

“You can’t just get out and risk your life like that,” you sneer. “It’s stupid.”

Steve opens the doors and only responds when he’s stepped out. “Only if I get caught.” He looks back at you and points his chin at the handle. “Close it. Be ready for when I come back.”

You lick your lips nervously and nod since you can’t argue with him anymore. When you close the doors behind him you walk to the last step and watch him stalk towards the monster.

When it doesn’t get closer though, Steve then whistles and tries to lure it close. “Come on, buddy.” He then continues to whistle as he swings his bat low.

Meanwhile, inside someone steps down, you don’t know who until you hear Max question Steve’s tactics. “What’s he doing?”

“Expanding the menu,” Dustin answers as you keep your eyes trained on Steve as he gets closer to the pile of meat.

“He’s insane,” Max comments.

You nod in agreement, but Dustin applauds Steve’s actions. “He’s awesome.”

This time as the monster gets close to Steve, you finally manage to get a good glimpse; you see that besides walking on all fours, it’s not like a coyote at all. The monster doesn’t seem to have eyes which makes it even more terrifying, and the head looks like….like a closed flower. It looks slimy too, especially as the moonlight reflects on it.

It’s nothing like you’ve ever seen before, not like any monster from any movie. This is real and horrifying.

Fuck, why did you come?

“Steve! Watch out!” Lucas warns.

You look over at the hatch and then back out the window, but only see the one.

“Three o’clock! Three o’clock!”

There’s more?!

Footsteps rush over and before you can look Dustin barges in front of you and opens the doors. “Steve!” He yells out. “Abort! Abort!”

The monster cuts in with a growl as Steve has his back turned. When Steve gives it attention, the monster charges at him and opens his head like a flower; only this isn’t beautiful, its mouth is a weapon full of darkness.

More growls throughout the junkyard fill the air before you actually see them charge at him from all directions, closing his path to the bus bit by bit, and making you just as stupid as Steve as a thought comes to mind.

You don’t even double think it, you pull a switchblade out of your coat pocket and hop off the bus to run towards the other side where Steve wasn't.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait! What are you doing?!” Dustin bellows.

You glance over at Steve and see him swing his bat covered in nails at one of the monsters. Not like it helped, more huddle around him and get closer by the second. So you do the only thing you can think of and cut your palm with the blade.

It stings like hell, you grimace at the burning pain, but the moment blood pours out, and the first drop hits the ground, all the monsters stop and snap their heads back at you.

So blood does call their attention a lot better. Good to know.

“Come on!” You taunt them. “Come on!”

Without waiting another second all the monsters charge at you now, letting you snap your eyes to Steve. “Go!” You yell at him. “Get inside go! I’ll use the back ladders!”

Steve hesitates, he meets your gaze with his eyes wide, with his lips parted and his chest heaving. He looks almost dumbfounded or in awe, so he just stands there looking at you.

“Steve!” You break him from his stupor.

Said man blinks repeatedly, and then does what you say and runs back inside, letting you turn and run to the ladders.

The monsters weren’t close at first, but they’re fast. One manages to break from its group and gets closer to you, causing you to quickly strap your shotgun over your shoulders and rush up the stairs.

You don’t look back, you keep your eyes ahead and pick up your speed. When you reach the top, Steve is sticking his head out of the hatch and hurrying you over. “Come on! Come on!”

You stand on the top, but when you take your first step your shoe slips because of the moisture from the fog that had lightly layered the ground. “Uh, fuck!” You say between pants after you fall on your knees.

“Hurry!” Steve bellows.

You don’t bother standing back up, it would be stupid, you’d only slip again. So instead you crawl over as fast as you can, hearing the monsters now crowd around the bus trying to figure a way in and up.

“I’m almost there!” You cry out with panic. “Don’t leave me!”

Steve shakes his head and stretches his hand out. “I won’t! Just come on!”

When you reach the makeshift post the kids built you stand up and jump over it. The moment you get close to Steve, he climbs down, letting you follow him inside the bus. It isn’t the best place, worst case scenario you’re all perfectly boxed in ready to get eaten, best case scenario the monsters are stupid and can’t find a way in. However, based on the fact that they seem to be throwing their bodies against the bus, they’ll figure a way in.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You panic as your eyes dart around the bus. “I’m going to call my dad!” You break away from the stairs to dig through your backpack on the seat.

Luckily the walkie isn’t deep in your backpack you find it right away. But as you do one the monsters seems to have crashed through the rusted metal. You quickly look over as you turn on the walkie, but the seat covers the view so you only see Steve beating It, and hear the monster screeching.

“Dad! Pa!” You cry through the walkie. “I need your help! I’m at a junkyard with my friend…friends! And we’re getting attacked by monsters from Hawkins Lab! Please come!” You let go of the button and wait.

But there’s only static, so you go again. “Dad?! Dad?!”

Another bang hits the side across from you, causing you to jump and look over to see the monster was tearing apart the scrap metal.

“Dad!” You keep calling as you begin to move away from the windows.

“…we’re at the old junkyard, and we are going to die!” Dustin yells at his own walkie.

“Dad—” You then cut yourself off as the banging stops, and one loud clatter hits the back door. A banging then hits the top of the bus…

Fuck, they’re climbing?!

More banging hits the ceiling, and then over the open hatch stands a monster.

Max screams, and the monster opens its mouth again, letting you see all the razor sharp teeth it has in every inch of its flesh. The sight makes you freeze, but only for a little because you then remember you have your gun.

“Out of the way!” Steve yells as he cuts through the kids to try and hit the monster, however you drop the walkie and cut him off to lift the gun.

The monster growls at you, opening its mouth wide and spreading its disgusting smell, so you respond by hitting the trigger.

The bullet shoots out and goes into its open mouth, piercing through the flesh. And since the monster was close, the power of the bullet impact throws it back.

It’s not over yet though, because then another monster begins to run at the hatch. Just as it shows itself though it turns it’s head away and looks out for a moment. It then growls out as if responding to something before it jumps off the bus. The others that were with it seem to follow it since growls echo in the distance.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp and lower the gun. “Fuck.” You stumble back and plop on the seat to catch your breath.

Steve however, walks to the door and opens it. The kids follow him, so as to not stay alone, you shove your walkie back in your pack, and then throw it over your shoulder to walk out with them

“What happened?” Lucas asks what you’re all thinking.

“I don’t know,” you mumble and push through them to walk out.

“Y/N scared ‘em off?” Dustin asks.

“No,” Steve answers quickly. “No way.” Steve turns to face the kids and you. “They’re going somewhere.”

Fuck.

“And,” you interject between heavy breaths. “We’re going after them?” You ask.

Steve meets your gaze and nods. “Yeah we have to. I’d tell you to go home, but…” he swallows thickly. “We need you.”

You should go home regardless, find your dad who doesn’t answer your calls for help, but you’re stupid. They need you, so you’re continuing on.

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pairing: marcus pike x alex dozie (fem!OC)

word count & rating: 4.5k | mature

summary: alex dozie, everyone.

tags: angst, takes place in 2014, complicated relationships, background american politics, some emotional violence/potentially triggering relationship dynamics.

notes: @atinylittlepain | extra! extra! read all about it: marcus pike, past, present and future pathetibabe.

Spring. The temperature outside is mild. Rain showers take over the usual Lake Champlain gloom. It’s still sad outside, but at least there’s a little bit more substance to it. The sky is crying, and Alex can appreciate that. For how much it rains, she wonders if it is grieving.

Something—someone shifts in bed beside her. Opening her eyes slowly, it takes a minute for her eyes to focus. When an arm snakes around Alex’s waist, she doesn’t need to see to know who it is.

“Reg,” she croaks. Reg like register, or Reggie—that’s his name.

“Lex,” he whispers back. His breath tickles the shell of her ear.

“How long have you been up?”

“Hmm, ‘bout an hour,” Reggie tells her.

“And what time is it now?” Alex asks.

“Almost 6:30.”

Alex freezes, blood running cold. She twists out of Reggie’s grip, sitting up in bed to give him the harshest glare she can muster this early. Except she doesn’t have the time, so she only squints at him in vague annoyance before throwing the covers off her long legs.

“I’m supposed to be up at five,” she sighs. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You looked so peaceful,” Reggie smiles. It forces her to smile too, despite herself.

“Peaceful or not, I’ve got a seven o’clock class.”

Alex scurries into the bathroom, unwrapping the silk scarf around her head. Her straightened hair falls to her shoulders, choppy bangs bleached and dyed black at the ends. The rest of her hair shines with the bathroom light, a bright silver blonde reflecting everything thrown at it. She rubs a makeup wipe over her face, forgoing a decent cleanse in the crunch of time.

A shortened version of her usual morning routine goes as follows: deodorant, followed by a spritz of perfume; pinning her hair back as she smears on the slightest bit of makeup; throwing together an ensemble of decent-looking clothes while she scratches at her enamel with a toothbrush.

She doesn’t have time for contacts, grabbing her glasses from the nightstand. Reggie has done his due diligence in making her a coffee, black with two sugars. He hands Alex a bright blue travel mug and her brown leather carryall. It really does carry all—notes, pens, loose tabs of chewing gum. You name it, she’s got it.

Alex kisses him on the cheek, leaving a red-brown pair of lips on his skin.

“I’m going to kill you,” she says, all play.

“You’re gonna need a lawyer for that.”

“Point there. Know any good ones?” Alex asks. She smiles again, because Reggie makes it so easy, and says, “I’ll see you later.”

The walk from Cushing Hall to the law department’s cozy little building is a cool fifteen minutes. The rain stops as she makes her way, maneuvering around puddles in her short-heeled boots. Quaint boxy buildings surround her, the campus built like a brick maze between manicured lawns and concrete sidewalks. She can almost see a glint of sunlight reflecting against the clear windows as she passes them by.

It’d been a big swing choosing school out here; Vermont was far from the dusty heat of New Mexico and the warm arms of her mother. She’d turned down the acceptance to a community college right outside her hometown of Rio Rancho. It was a good school, Mrs. Dozie always told her. A Nigerian immigrant herself, she only wanted to see Alex succeed. It was good, sure—but Alex wanted better. The best. To be it, have it, live it; all of the above. Just over 100 thousand dollars in combined loans and scholarships later, she was set to graduate magna cum laude in a few short months.

The door opens at her pull, the floors still bright and sparkling from a lack of early morning foot traffic. A tangle of suits sit in the cushy lounge chairs nearby, hanging around. Business majors, maybe, waiting for their first lecture of the day. A check of her watch—a knockoff Calvin Klein her mother gifted her at the ceremony for Rio Rancho High’s class of 2010—tells Alex she is already late for her own.

She doesn’t have the time to notice the rain starting to pelt against the windows again, a light tingle in her ears as Alex speeds up with each step. When she reaches Rutherford Hall, she slips into room 104 with practiced silence. Alex takes a seat at the very back of the lecture hall, pulling a notebook and one pen from her varied collection, trying to catch up. When Professor Cartier takes a moment to switch between presentation slides, she pops a piece of gum in her mouth to chew.

Just a few more months, she thinks.

Professor Cartier calls on her to stay back after class ends. “Miss Dozie, if I could have a minute?” he asks at the front of the classroom.

Alex nods with a weak pull of her lips, swiping her things into her bag. She clops down the many steps to his podium with an iron grip on the leather handle. Standing tall in his impeccably tailored suits, Cartier was the only Black faculty member in the criminal justice department. Of all her professors, he is the man Alex holds in the highest regard. It’s not easy to get where he is.

They both start to speak at the same time.

“Please, go ahead,” Cartier says.

“I’m sorry for showing up late, I still got all of the content and I promise, it won’t ha—”

“Miss Dozie,” he says, stopping her. “Alex. You’re fine.”

The breath trapped in her lungs drains from her slowly. He’s never called her Alex, not in all her four years.  “Alright then.”

“I wanted to congratulate you,” the professor says.

“Well, thank you,” Alex says. “…for what exactly?”

“The scholars' brunch,” Cartier says it like it’s an obvious thing.

“I’m confused.”

“Don’t tell me they didn’t tell you?” At Alex’s silence, Cartier shakes his head with the suck of his teeth. It makes Alex chuckle lightly through her nose. Her mother has the same habit. “For your noted academic excellence, you’ve been invited to a scholars’ brunch with the mayor of Burlington.”

“Oh,” Alex says. She tries to look grateful, putting on a show of holding her hand up and clenching it in a fist of faux excitement. “Yay.”

“I know. Sounds pretty fuckin’ boring, huh?” Professor Cartier asks.

Alex laughs, a little uneasy, a little endeared. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Well, it’s a great opportunity, anyway. It’s less invitation and more expectation if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Alex nods. “I can grit and bear a few tea sandwiches with Rob Yorkdale, Professor Cartier.”

“I’m happy to hear it.”

“When is it?”

“This afternoon.”

Fantastic. They must schedule it in the middle of a school day, on a Monday. Not like she has anything better to do! Oh, these hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt? Pfft, it’s nothing Mr. Yorkdale. Let’s talk about you, huh?

“You look more than thrilled,” Cartier says.

Alex schools her grimace into a neutral mask, raising her brows. Expectation, not invitation. “Do you think Professor Harris will mind me missing her ethics class?” she asks.

"I don’t think she’d even notice you weren’t there.”

Three and a half hours later, Alex wanders into the administration office. Dean Wesley is ready to greet her with a smile, parroting all the standard questions and statements lobbed at outgoing seniors: what a pleasure Alex is to have on campus and how much she will be missed, how Wesley does hope that she comes back for a visit indeed. By the time they make it to an unfamiliar conference room, it feels like the dean is practically pushing her out the door already.

The doors open together, revealing the other attendees of this lovely little gathering. Alex recognizes a few of them: Aditi Patel, second in their class this year, setting the curve for the past three. Rowan Michael's posh attitude and smug smirk disappear as Dean Wesley leads Alex inside the room, dated floral wallpaper and the lingering scent of dust surrounding them.

“Dean Wesley,” Aditi steps forward first, shaking hands with the older man as she gives him a polite, toothless smile.

Rowan stands from his seat, nodding as he spits out a clipped, “Sir,” with a nod in the dean’s direction. The others take their turns spewing polite greetings.

“It’s so nice to have you all here,” Wesley says.

“Sure,” Alex says. “Getting the gang together to celebrate our successes.” The sarcasm is lost on Dean Wesley, but Rowan shoots her a glare.

Alex has less of an issue with Aditi than Rowan, but she’s not exactly trading friendship charms with her either. Whatever. Weeks from now, they’ll never see each other again. She might as well have her fun.

It’s a few minutes of stilted small talk that Alex simply observes before the doors open again. Mr. Yorkdale waltzes through them, everyone standing at attention with his presence. Behind him, a couple of young men trail in. The guys from earlier, Alex’s hypothesized business kids. Her opinion of them as a collective goes up marginally; being the cronies of one of the wealthiest public servants in New England didn’t exactly notch them very high.

“Mayor Yorkdale!” Dean Wesley greets him.

The two men shake hands as the student crowd utters hellos in a polite cacophony. Alex’s attention slides over to the man standing just to Yorkdale’s left. Tall-ish with short dark hair, he is perfectly clean-shaven. He holds himself in a hunch, like he’s waiting for what’s next, grinding the heel of his shoe into the ground. Maybe it’s a nervous habit. When they make eye contact, the man smiles at her. She blinks, looking away again. Reggie flashes before her eyes, probably stealing her Netflix to watch Community before his 2:30 class.

“I’m so excited to meet and greet all of you,” Mayor Yorkdale says, addressing the scholars of this brunch. “Now, let’s eat!”

Like they were waiting in the wings, a flurry of cater-waiters have everyone seated with a plate at his command. In the organized chaos of everything, Mr. Cue Ball sits next to Alex. She doesn’t say anything, unfolding a pristine linen napkin and spreading it across her lap. Catering trays are wheeled into the large space, lining the walls before a short man and a tall woman make their way around the long table. Everyone is served with a choice of ham and cheese omelet or eggs Florentine, a slice of rye toast slathered with farm-fresh butter, and a tidy fruit cup of state-grown peaches and pears.

Cue Ball gets the omelet while Alex opts for the eggs Florentine…not that she’s paying him any mind. The mayor is talking, boasting about his accomplishments with almost seven years in office behind him. It will be another two years before the election; Alex won’t be living here, but if she were, she wouldn’t vote for him. She certainly didn’t the last time.

“So how is it?” someone asks. The question seems to come from thin air. Alex looks around for the owner of the voice, looking straight ahead and meeting Rowan’s sneer. Turning her head left, fork still in her mouth, she meets the smile of the mayor’s aide.

“I’m sorry?” she asks.

“How is it? The food,” he says.

“Oh, um—fine, I guess.” The yolk is globby against her tongue, sliding down her throat before Alex speaks again. “Sorry, do I know you?”

“No,” the aide shakes his head. “I’m Marcus.” Now she does.

“Alex,” she offers.

“So, Alex,” Marcus starts, keeping his voice a little lower as to not interrupt Yorkdale’s chatter, “what’s it like at Champlain?”

Are they really doing this? “Look, Marcus? I’m here to eat with the mayor. I’d like to get back to that.”

Marcus’ brows raise a little at her reaction. Alex can almost see the gears in his head turning. “My bad. Sorry,” he says. No smart line, no bitchy comment. An apology.

The simplicity of it, the genuine sentiment dripping from just three words has her cringing inside. He’s trying to be nice. “It’s good,” she says, popping a diced peach into her mouth with her fork.

“Pardon?”

“You asked what it’s like? It’s good,” Alex says. “Simple. Hard, but no one comes here without looking for a challenge.”

“Doesn’t seem like it would be difficult for you,” Marcus says.

“Hard isn’t difficult,” she shakes her head. Curious, she adds, “Why do you say that?”

“You seem up for it. You don’t strike me as the typical audience for the halls of an institution like this.”

Hm. Of course. Well, he isn’t wrong; Alex can count the number of Black staff and students at Champlain College on one hand. Still, the insinuation has her turning away again, tongue poking into her cheek. She ignores him for the rest of the meal, only politely passing the glass pitcher of orange juice to Marcus when it comes to their stretch of the table. He tries to hedge in a few more leading comments, but Alex stays silent. By the time they serve strawberry cream tarts, he’s caught the hint.

Breakfast finishes unceremoniously. The mayor shakes every student’s hand on the way out, his clammy palm engulfing Alex’s as she feigns a smile at him. As she walks out of the conference room, she can’t help but feel that the whole thing was an utter waste of time. Worst of all, she’s still hungry. The eggs were light, the toast dry. The fruit and tart might as well have been made of air.

The dining hall is packed at peak lunch hour. Alex makes her way into the line for the international foods station, hooking a white plastic tray under her arm. Dining hall staff are busying themselves all over the kitchen, one woman hauling ass to bring another tray of Alfredo tomato linguini to the service counter. When Alex gets closer to the front of the line, she greets them.

“Ladies, how are we doing today?” she asks easily.

“Runnin’ around like chickens without our heads, sweetheart. You know the deal,” Marlene says. “What can I get for you?”

“I’ll take some of that pasta if you don’t mind,” Alex says.

“Of course.” She nods, slopping a generous helping onto a porcelain plate. “Here you go.”

“Had breakfast with the dean and the mayor.”

“Ooh, hoity-toity. Fitting right in with that high society there, right hon?” another woman—Linda—asks.

“If only they knew how to cook.”

Marlene and Linda titter with laughter, smiling at her. This is the best part of her day. These women have kept her alive and fed for the past four years, keeping Alex sane on her worst days with their cooking. She thinks she’ll miss them the most.

Thank god, there is an empty table at the very edge of the dining hall. It’s just Alex and an empty chair across from her, away from the rest of the student body in a tight corner against the building’s far wall. She expects that someone will come along soon enough, asking to take the vacant chair to slide up next to their table. Spare parts, spare friendships that Alex hasn’t developed here. Sure, she’s got acquaintances—classmates she much prefers if she must take a pick of the litter. No one Alex feels a real affinity to.

Well, Reggie. She slides her palm-sized phone from the front pocket of her bag, thumbs flying over the smooth ridges of its buttons to send him a text.

What are you up to right now?

She places the phone on the table beside her tray, waiting for a buzz in response.

Surprisingly, it’s not some freshman with parents richer than God who takes the chair from her. No one takes it at all. The guy from earlier, what was his name? Marcus. He rests his right hand over the sturdy wood back of it, catching Alex’s attention.

“Anyone sitting here?” he asks.

Marcus doesn’t wait for her to answer, sliding the chair out to take a seat. Alex watches him carefully. He sets his tray down across from hers, chicken fingers and French fries in a pile on his plate.

He’s got a bad case of overconfidence. Sincere apology be damned, working at the mayor’s office has clearly gone to this guy’s head. She doesn’t say a word, watching him tear open a ketchup packet and squeeze its contents out over the starchy fries. When Marcus is done, he licks any remnants of the red sauce from his fingers.

Alex tries not to linger too long on the sight of his fingers in his mouth, focusing on the task at hand. He’s watching her watch him. He glances to the side, then cranes his neck to look behind him. Then he quirks his lip up, no teeth.

“Do I have something on my face?” Marcus asks.

At this, Alex smiles. She likes to play with her food first.

“Nope,” she says, popping the P. “You’re just fine.”

She twirls linguini noodles around the tines of her fork methodically, attention never breaking from the man in front of her. He shoves a few fries in his mouth at once. She only notices now that the sleeves of his pressed blue dress shirt have been rolled to the elbow, the expanse of his forearm bare. It draws Alex’s eyes to the rest of him. His shoulders are broad under the expensive linen, an extra button newly undone to expose a peak of his collarbone.

Her phone buzzes beside her. Alex ignores it.

“So, Marcus?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s it like working at the mayor’s office?”

Mouth half-full, he starts to answer the question. “It’s…good,” he says. With one word, he’s fallen right into her trap.

“Really?” Alex asks, taking another bite of pasta. She waits until she is finished. Chew. Swallow. Speak. “You don’t strike me as the typical audience for the halls of an institution like that.”

As she speaks, Alex watches ketchup drip off the end of a French fry already halfway inside Marcus’ mouth. It disappears behind the table, presumably landing on his pants by the way he groans.

“Shit,” he mutters. “I’m sorry, what did you say? Oh.” His brain seems to only be catching up now, realizing she’s taken his words from him.

“You know what, never mind,” Alex says. She picks up her phone and tosses it onto her tray, then grabs her bag.

“Where are you going?” Marcus asks.

“You can have the table.”

“Where’re you going to eat?”

This man and his fucking questions. “It doesn’t really matter to you, does it?” she asks.

“Why do you think that? I mean, better here than the bathroom.”

Their conversations seem to be circling each other. It’s frustrating.

Alex sets her tray back down a little too hard, the plate rattling against her baby blue Nokia. She sits again, crossing one leg over the other.

“Guys like you walk around places like this and get applauded for showing up. I would say I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you made it clear that you have—the same thing is not happening for people like me,” Alex says. “You pop out on Earth with a silver spoon up your ass just like the rest of them, but because you deigned to notice that I might be a little out of place here, we’re supposed to be…what? Friends?”

“I didn’t say—”

“You didn’t have to. It came as the expectation. Look, I’m sure you’re great and everything, but I’m really not interested in getting to know some jag who saw The Color Purple off-Broadway and thinks he can hang with the Black chick.”

“You’re wrong,” he says.

“Excuse me?”

“The silver spoon, you’re wrong. I mean sure, it’s there, but I wasn’t born with it. Certainly not a pleasure that it’s present,” Marcus says.

“Am I supposed to feel bad?” Alex asks.

Marcus chuckles, a harsh gust of air through his nose as his chest shakes lightly. He puts a chicken finger in his mouth. Chews. Swallows. Speaks. “You’re funny, you know that?”

“Hilarious,” she deadpans.

“I don’t know why they’ve got you here. Scholars’ brunch? Your talent’s wasted,” he continues. “We should get you a stand-up special.”

“We?”

“Yeah. A tight fifteen, you know, working the crowd. Who doesn’t love a beautiful woman telling jokes?” Marcus asks. Alex’s face grows hot, eyes glued to her pasta as he continues to talk. “You’re right. I can’t expect you to feel bad. Kind of a dick move of me. I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”

“Oh, I know you,” Alex says, sitting up a little straighter.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirms.

“Okay,” he says, pointing at Alex with a fry between his fingers. “So who am I?”

“Rich, for starters, but anyone who has eyes can tell you that. Harry Rosen button-down, authentic leather Prada lace-ups, but your pants… Banana Republic? My guess is you ran buck wild in Neiman Marcus and went a little over budget. That’s a 200-dollar haircut that you’ve let grow out so you know you’re getting the money’s worth, and maybe you’re hoping you can style it into bangs in a few weeks once it dips past your ears,” Alex says. “You didn’t want to come here today, and you don’t like working for the mayor, because the truth is…” She leans in closer now, voice barely above a whisper. “Deep down, you’re about as out of place here as I am.”

Alex sits back up again, playing with the blush pasta on her plate. “You’re just inauthentic.” When Marcus puts his other hand on top of the table, she sees it: the yellow-gold wedding band that circles his ring finger. And married, she thinks. Of course.

She finishes her food quickly, standing from her seat. Out of politeness—not that there’s much left—Alex offers him her hand to shake. Surprisingly, he takes it.

“Lovely to meet you, Alex…?”

“Dozie. Alex Dozie,” she says.

“Marcus Pike.” He drops her hand, and she walks away.

Very pushy, very proud, very married. Alex recites these things in her head as she drops off her plate and tray, and again some more as she leaves the dining hall. She finally checks her phone, a message from Reggie waiting for her.

Class was canceled, schedule is clear…come fill up my time for me?

Alex smiles down at her screen.

It’s another early morning when Alex is called into Professor Cartier’s office. His class has been canceled; an occasion never seen before in his fifteen years teaching at Champlain. When Alex walks past the threshold of his door, she can feel something off. He smiles when he sees her, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Miss Dozie, please,” he motions towards the seat across his desk.

Alex pulls it out, quickly sitting. “Professor Cartier, I don’t know what this is about,” she says.

“You’re not in trouble. We’re interviewing all of my female students this week.”

“Oh?” That sounds bad. Or if not bad, whatever the opposite of good is.

“It has been brought to my attention that my teaching assistant, Reginald Juneau, has been having a sexual relationship with one of my undergrads.”

“Okay…”

“I’m not asking if it was you,” the professor says. “But if you know anything, or there’s anything you’d like to tell me, this is a safe space.”

Alex’s heart pounds beneath her ribs. Professor Cartier…she can’t lie to this man. He’s a beacon in the department. She wants to be him one day; an accomplished Doctor of Law, a man who fought for what was right before coming here to help people like her learn to do it all over again.

She can’t lie, but she has to. The fallout if she came clean would be unimaginable. Alex didn’t come this far to have it all come crashing down like this.  She certainly can’t do that to Reggie.

 “I’m sorry, Professor. I don’t know anything.” It comes out easy, a lie that’s oil-slick the way it pours from her mouth.

“I figured you’d say that,” Cartier sighs. “You’re not the type to…” Whatever else he was going to say gets caught up in a vague handwave. The professor stands from his chair, ready to see her out.

“What’s going to happen to him?” Alex asks suddenly. “To Re—your TA?”

“Well, he’s under temporary suspension. Whatever results of the internal affairs investigation will determine whether he must leave.”

“But?”

Cartier shakes his head. “Even if nothing does turn up, the school isn’t in the habit of keeping on potentially…problematic staff members. Liability,” he explains.

“Oh, right,” Alex nods.

Her body goes numb, limbs operating automatically as she makes her way back to her apartment. How could this have happened? Did they get too comfortable? That can’t be it. Outside the confines of this room, they were never together. Nothing more to go off of other than pure speculation. Still, someone had. And now Reggie was going to lose his job.

Harsh knocks at the door pull her out of a fugue state. The sky is much darker now than it was the last time she checked. Alex makes sure to draw the curtains shut before she answers the door. Behind it is Reggie, of course it’s him. He looks mad. No—he looks angry.

“The fuck did you do, huh?” he asks, shouldering his way into the apartment.

Alex closes the door. “Reg—”

“Don’t start, okay? I know what you did, I just want to hear you say it.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Alex says.

“Yeah, huh? Then what’s this?”

He grips the back of her neck with a firm hand, pulling her close to a wrinkled piece of paper between his fingers. Through the tears, she can read the words Letter of Termination. It’s been signed by Dean Wesley.

“I didn’t do anything!” she says again. “I promise, Reg, I would never. I-I—”

“If you say you love me, so help me God,” Reggie spits.

“I would never do that to you. To us. Come on, Reggie, think about it for two seconds.”

“I’ve been thinking about it all day!” he yells. “You know what this’ll do to me, Lex? Ruin me. This will ruin me. All that work down the fuckin’ drain, and for what? A nice piece of ass.”

“Get out,” Alex says.

“What?”

“Get. Out. Of my apartment. Right now, Reggie,” she demands. “You think I’m guilty? Fine! Sure, I did it. Whatever you need to believe. Just get the fuck out of my place. I never want to see you again.”

Reggie huffs. “Can do, Lex,” he says, making for the door. He pulls it open, stopping at the last second. “Have a nice fuckin’ life.”

The door falls shut with a slam. Alex drops slowly to the floor, clutching at her chest as sobs wrack her body. Shoulders shaking, she huddles into a tight ball. Now, she’s alone. Alex is well and truly alone.

#marcus pike #marcus pike x f!oc #marcus pike fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedrostories #the mentalist fanfiction #fic: ever since we met #fic: meant to be great

[krys-loves-otome]

WIP tag game

Inspired by @solomons-poison's post!

rules: post the names of all the files in ur wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send u an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!

Was not specifically tagged but I am also an individual that has a lot of WIPs! A lot of them I post on WIP Wednesdays (and the up to 2023 one's are here near the bottom of my masterlist), but, I'll put the ones I'm most interested in continuing below. I also have some stuff started for 2024, so peeps can ask about both the ones on my masterlist and the entries listed below the cut.

Forewarning as a few of them are OC related, and, no, I'm not sorry about that.

I'm also including art wips bc those are wips and I have an art wip folder too so… yeah.

Tagging whoever wants to do this, no pressure tagging, just go if you wanna play too!

Onto the list!

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A Second Glance Part 5 Ikemen Sengoku (Hideyoshi x preg!Reader)

Nobunaga's nephews are making the march to Azuchi to get some answers from Hideyoshi. Hideyoshi, however, is catching feels for the castle chatelaine.

The Traveling Adventures of Mr Fox and Miss Mouse Part 3 Ikemen Sengoku American Old West AU (Mitsuhide x Fem!Reader)

Now that Mitsuhide and Miss Mouse have established a working relationship, the limits of their budding partnership will be tested.

Perfect Strangers Ikemen Vampire (Comte x Fem!Reader)

Based on the event of the same name, Comte had a one night stand with a lady at a masked ball, had fallen in love with her, and searched for her far and wide to be reunited because she's his soul mate. When he finally finds her, he discovers that she is not a lady, but merely a meekly maid with a secret to hide.

Abandoned Ikemen Prince (Rio & Clara (OC))

Clara is about to be married to her Rhodolite prince, so she needs to care of some business before her wedding. Namely, returning Rio's belongings she found that fateful rainy day.

Spiral Obey Me (Simeon & Miri (OC))

Taking place between Seasons 2 and 3 of the OG game, Miri talks with Simeon about why he suddenly opened up a café in the Human Realm and how she's thinks it's strange that she can't sense magic from him anymore. Part of my 100 Themes Challenge.

The Final Pact Obey Me (Lucifer x Miri (OC))

After the events in Cocytus, Lucifer finally agrees to make a pact with Miri. A retrospective in comic form where I look at the events of the end of Nightbringer Season 2 through Miri's perspective.

#meme thingys #wips #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen prince #obey me #I saw the opportunity and I reached out and grabbed it #thanks for the noncommittal tag Tarren!

[void-heroes]

𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙎

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘: 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗩𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗚𝗨𝗡

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗢 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗫 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗘𝗡 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘 | | 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡

Top Gun: Maverick | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!OC

Also published on my Wattpad (-voidheroes)!

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell had expected his day to go quite differently. Though, he couldn't say he was surprised to find himself in his superior's office being reprimanded; it had become a regular occurrence over the past thirty years.

Today was simply supposed to be the mach nine test for Darkstar, a program Maverick and his team had been working on for some time now. However, before the test could begin, the team received word that Admiral Cain was on his way to shut the program down. Maverick's heroic nature refused to let that happen, so he did what he did best: break the rules.

He suited up and took off in Darkstar right before Cain's arrival. The official mach nine test was a success, but to keep the program alive, Maverick needed to reach mach ten. And he did. In fact, he exceeded mach ten until he blew it, quite literally. He crashed landed in a nowhere town in the middle of the United States.

On base, Admiral Cain was waiting for Maverick's return, so he could officially ground the captain permanently. Except, a call came in with impeccable timing that would keep Maverick in the air just a little while longer.

Now, Maverick was being reassigned to the North Island or what's better known as Fightertown, U.S.A., the home of Top Gun. Since his graduation in 1986, he had tried his luck as a Top Gun instructor, but he quickly realized he was a pilot, not a teacher. After two months on the job, he quit.

Upon his arrival, the U.S. Navy Fighter Weapons School was just like Maverick remembered. The halls were decorated the same, but each year new memorabilia was added from the previous graduating class. One wall still held the photo of Iceman and Maverick after their first mission together. Then, behind him, was a photo of U.S. Pacific Fleet Commander, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky. Maverick stared at the photo of his friend with honor and gratitude. Without him, the Navy would have quit on Maverick years ago.

Maverick was escorted to a room where Admirals Beau "Cyclone" Simpson and Solomon "Warlock" Bates debriefed him on his new purpose at Top Gun. A uranium plant was violating a NATO treaty, and the Navy was tasked with eliminating it.

The mission would be difficult. Satellite imagery showed the enemy had surface-to-air missiles, fifth-generation fighter jets, and GPS jammers. However, looking at the recon before him, Maverick easily devised his plan of attack.

"You misunderstood," Cyclone said after Maverick explained his plan. "We don't want you to fly it. We want you to teach it."

"Teach, sir?"

A handful of the best Top Gun graduates had been selected to be trained for the mission. After the three-week time period was up, Maverick would be forced to choose a team leader. Cyclone and Warlock displayed an array of candidates and Maverick recognized a familiar face, one that haunted him. It was Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, the son of his former RIO, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw.

To this day, Maverick was still guilt-ridden over the incident. He tried to be there for Bradley, tried to be the father he lost. But after delaying Bradley's naval career, the two men stopped seeing eye-to-eye.

"Is there a problem?" Cyclone asked.

"You know there is."

"I want to make you aware of another problem, Maverick," Warlock intervened.

Warlock pulled up the file of a female aviator, "Emerson Raye Blackwood, call sign, Raven."

Maverick stared at the screen before him. It was like seeing a ghost; there was something so terrifyingly familiar about her. "And that is, sir?"

"You need to watch out for her. She's a lot like you, Maverick."

"Dangerous is the word I would use," Cyclone finished.

#top gun #topgun #top gun maverick #topgunmaverick #miles teller #milesteller #bradley bradshaw #bradleybradshaw #rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw #fanfiction #maverick #jake hangman seresin #phoenix #pete mitchell #tom cruise #top gun fanfiction #navy

[hertaqueen]

Introductions:

• Sherlyn | she/her | entp | drawing, reading | Please understand that English is not my native language so there might be some grammar errors | I want to practice writing story but this might also be art blog |

KINS:

• Dazai Osamu ; Bungou stray dogs

• Vanitas ; Vanitas no carte

• Venti ; Genshin impact

• Kaeya ; Genshin impact

• Leona kingschoolar ; Twst

Fandoms:

Genshin impact

• Bungou Stray Dogs

• Honkai star rail

• Twisted wonderland

• Tba..

Rules:

• I won't be writing dark themes, Oc x Cannon, Character x Character, matchups!

• No age up!!

• I prefer doing fem/gn readers but male readers are welcome

• I write if I'm in the mood or if it's interest me so sorry if I ignore your request

• I'm open to criticism but please make it reasonable

• Request: Are OPEN

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x y/n #twst x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #hsr x you #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #Spotify #scaramouche x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #heizou x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #idia x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #lilia x reader #ace x reader #trey x reader

[darkdoverpseeker]

🕷️ Hey there! I know everyone has that Spiderverse fever right now, and I’m gonna use that to get a few spiderverse RPs! I have a male spidersona, and I’m interested in doing a romantic MxF Oc x Oc rp with another spidersona or Oc x CC. And I can double if need be, I’m new to it so I might have some trouble. Here’s my list of canon’s I’d want paired with my Oc (all characters 18+): Spider-Byte Rio Morales Fem!Pivitir Spider-UK (Malala Windsor) Fem!Spot Fem!Miguel

If you want me to double, here’s who I can play: Pivitir Spot Miles Hobbes, potentially. If you’re interested, dm me!

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#oc x oc #m x f #1x1 rp #spiderverse rp #spiderverse roleplay #spiderman rp #rp #roleplay

[marleyybluu]

Me and Mrs. Jones

hbf!Rio Martinez x fem!black!OC (Fox Jones)

Wc: 3.1k

Content warning: 18+ content, smut out the ass, infidelity (I just like being messy), OC is written as a bigger girl (with descriptions of rolls, tummy and thick thighs), they have a small disagreement, drama, hotel sex, fingering, p in v, squirting, creampie, backshots, awkward ending cus I ran out of words. Wrote this high as fuck so it's feral, lmk if I missed any.

A/N: Inspired by Me and Mrs. Jones by Billy Paul.

Yes her name is Fox, idk I thought it was cool as fuck and you cant change my mind. announcements at the end🤭

not my gif

She was ethereal. Her curly hair flowed freely, some uniformed and others frizzy but they blended well, if he ever saw her she was always wearing a skirt— some of them were tight, others danced along the winds of summer and fall, and they were always paired with a crop top. She liked to show off her body in any manner, he loved it though, when she sat down her tummy would fold over the band of her skirt, love handles too, the sight would make his fingers tingle itching to touch. To run his fingers over her supple skin, his nose buried into her sides as he held her, inhaling her naturally sweet scent.

He leaned against the kitchen counter his glass of whiskey getting warm in his hands, The constant buzzing of friends and family around had long tuned out of his eardrums, and his eyes were purely on her. The jewelry she wore was minimal today unlike usual. She loved her rings, always stacked on her fingers and necklaces layered around her neck. All she had on today was her wedding ring on her left hand and a little Amethyst stone on her right. The one he bought her. The way she smiled and laughed earnestly at whatever conversation she was having with her own sister caused him to smile as well as if he was a part of the conversation. Rio felt a nudge on the side of his arm, his trance broken and his head turned to see his best friend who just so happened to be her husband.

It's fucked up. It's a fucked up situation. He was beginning to fall for a woman who should be off limits, but those limits were exceeded a long time ago.

"What's up, man?" He asked nodded to him. "Nothin'." Rio answered taking a sip of the brown liquor, his eyes darting over to her quickly before going back to his friend. "I hate these things too, don't worry."

Rio pitied the poor unsuspecting man with a chuckle. He could make out her gaze at him in the corner of his eye and when he went to look at her she dodged him. His friend noticed. Well... not really.

"She's single. Could ask Fox to put in a good word for you." It took Rio a minute to realize he was referring to his wife's sister. Rio shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. Got someone already."

"Since when? Who is it? Maria?"

Rio rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Maria."

'I actually mean your wife.'

Speaking of. Fox's heels clicked against the hardwood floors as she made her way over to them, her hand coming in contact with her husband's shoulder. "Hey, hey. How are my boys?" Her head was directed more towards Rio. "We're good." He answered too eagerly. She smiled softly. She raised her other hand, purposefully, pointing with her index finger. The Amethyst ring that was on her pinky now sat on her pointer finger. He smirked. "You want a refill?" She asked. He shook his head. "Nah but I gotta get up outta here soon."

She frowned. "Why?"

Her husband chimes in. "Maria's probably up his ass as usual."

"Oh, you two got back together?" She entertained, in order not to look suspicious. "Working on it."

She hummed. "Well, I just came to borrow Mr. Jones for a second, I will return him before you leave though so don't worry."

Fox tugged her husband's arm lifting him from his position against the counter, he playfully groaned and walked in front of her. With his back turned she looked over her shoulder at Rio and winked. Her hand was now on her husband's back gently shoving him in the direction that she needed him to go.

— —

"Text me when y'all get home, okay?" Fox waved as the last of the guests left, she closed the door and wheezed leaning against it. "That's the last dinner party until fucking Christmas."

Her husband swaggered his way toward her with a glass of wine and an interesting look on his face. She cringed internally. "You wanna clean up or you wanna make a bigger mess upstairs?"

A statement that made her want to gag physically but she swallowed. "Can't. Gotta go by mom tonight." She lied looking down at her Amethyst ring as a reminder, her chest blooming with warmth and anticipation to feel his hands on her.

They both knew what they were doing was wrong, but it couldn't be stopped, it was an addiction. The sneaking around, the subtle gifts and the not-so-subtle stares at each other from across the room. But she couldn't help it. Rio was bringing out feelings in her that her husband had neglected so long ago.

Rio was supposed to be her hall pass. You know? Someone she was to have been with one time, revenge, to get it off her chest after discovering the infidelity her husband committed with one of his colleagues. His way of apologizing was telling her she could even the score by sleeping with whoever she wanted and they'd forget the whole ordeal.

Big mistake.

Fox had had her eye on his best friend for years. A sick fantasy that became reality when she confided in Rio about the betrayal.

One time. She promised it. But it didn't stop. And it wasn't going to stop either.

And when he gifted her that ring, she was done for. Amethyst was her favourite stone, she doubted even Mr. Jones could remember that and they'd been married almost ten years.

The ring was their signal, she wore it regularly on her pinky but once it shifted to her index finger it was his sign to meet her at the hotel they often went to. The Yellowstone Inn, at 11:30 PM, not a minute later.

Mr. Jones groaned. "Come on, it's been so long."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes reaching for her keys that dangled from the hook on the wall next to the front door. "Are you asking me to ditch my mom for some dick?"

He raised his eyebrows. "No, but I'm also not just some dick."

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep her insults buried. She smiled, he didn't realize how ironic his statement was considering he was just some dick for someone else a few months back.

"You don't have to clean up tonight, I'll get it in the morning."

"You're sleeping over there!?" He bursted. "Yeah, she's just been having trouble getting around the house, my sister will take over tomorrow."

His eyebrows furrowed together and that was her cue to dip before he could question her further. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and vanished out the door.

Fox sat in her car and sighed, her hand motioning the cross, hoping she could receive some sort of forgiveness for using her mother in a fib. She started her car and proceeded to drive in the direction of the hotel.

The whole ride her palms had suddenly felt sweaty, her heart racing and guilt crept into her bones the closer she got. Fighting off various thoughts of turning around and going back home. She sat in the parking lot, she'd been there for a few minutes with her forehead resting on the steering wheel, feeling sick, feeling queasy about this whole thing. Her phone buzzed with a message from Rio asking if she was there yet. She ignored it for a moment, collecting herself and her thoughts. She reached in the back for her duffel bag that was packed with her overnight things.

Fox sighed exiting the car, her headlights blinking as she locked the doors. She made her way inside, walked past the front desk flashing her keycard in hand and over to the elevators. Her nerves rose once the doors parted.

Floor 6.

Room 637.

She pressed her card against the reader, a beep and a green light granted her access inside. "Christopher?" Fox called closing the door behind her. No answer. "Martinez, where you at?"

Still no answer.

She sighed and checked her phone;

❤️: Went to get food, I'll be back.

— — Fox took the time to get herself together, She laid out her moisturizers and serums on the bathroom counter, grabbed her body wash and washcloth, she turned the knob on the shower wall letting the steaming hot water run. She struggled to tie her hair up but it was finally out of her face. Her clothes were discarded in the corner, she stepped foot inside the shower and slid the door closed. She hoped this would wash off all her uncertain feelings.

While she was busy humming and scrubbing, Rio had arrived back to the room with food and drinks, a bottle of wine tucked under his arm and a bouquet of flowers. He heard the water running and smiled. He quickly set the food on the dresser below the mounted television, the bouquet of flowers and bottle of wine were placed in the middle of the well-made bed. He knocked on the bathroom door as if he hadn't invaded her privacy numerous times before.

The water shut off and the sound of the shower door opening signalled she was out. "Mrs. Jones. Am I safe to come in?" He playfully asked.

She flinched. "Uh, just let me grab a towel."

"Nothing I haven't seen before."

"Mm, don't remind me."

When Fox was done she opened the door for him and then turned to face the mirror to begin her usual routine. Rio felt a bit of coldness from her. "I brought your favourite."

"Thanks."

There was a beat of silence before he invited himself into the bathroom, his arms instantly wrapping around her waist, his chin finding a place in the crook of her neck. "What's going on?"

She sighed silently hating the way he could easily read her. "Don't you feel kind of guilty? About this whole thing? You and him have been friends for years, he and I've been together for ten. It just feels dirty sometimes."

"Do you think he felt guilty when he cheated on you?"

"Christopher."

"It's a valid question. Do you think he felt bad?"

Fox looked down picking up another serum, twisting it open and squeezing the top of the dropper for the liquid to land in the palm of her hand. She rubbed her hands together and applied the product on her face. "No." She answered begrudgingly. "Then why should you?"

"It's different."

"No, it's not," His nostrils flared. "He didn't hesitate to do it."

"But he did it once, and we've been doing this constantly."

"Yeah, that's what you think." He mumbled. Fox's eyes quickly met his in the reflection of the mirror. "The fuck did you just say?"

Rio stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets. "It wasn't just the one time. Got drunk and told me he saw her a few more times-"

Hot tears of anger formed in her eyes. "How much is a few more!?"

He swallowed hard as if he was the guilty one. "Four."

"Four." She repeated to herself. "And you knew."

"I did."

"And didn't tell me."

He scratched the back of his neck. "I didn't."

Fox slowly nodded, nothing else was said as she finished up everything. She walked back to the room and put on a shirt and a pair of shorts, she searched the plastic bag with their food. "This mine?"

He nodded almost afraid to say anything else. She took it, her phone, the keycard and left him in the dust.

— —

It wasn't until two hours later when the lock clicked shooting Rio up from his position on the bed. He heard sniffling. "Fox..."

"Don't talk to me." She scolded putting her stuff on the dresser. Despite the distance between them, he could smell the marijuana from where he was. "You didn't drive high did you?"

Fox said, "Now you're concerned?"

"I'm always concerned about you, mama."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "You're so lucky I'm high right now." A little giggle escaped. "So fucking lucky."

Fox's shoulders sulked making her way to the bed, she crawled onto the bed and onto his lap. "I love you." She blurted. He was ready to respond but she put her hand up. "Let me finish."

"I love you, but I am pissed that you didn't tell me. If this was the other way around I would've even called you the same day. You and I don't do secrets."

"I know." He pouted. She smiled softly cupping his face in her hands. "Good."

"Can I say something though?"

"You can."

His hands squeezed her sides gently. "I love you, too. And I'm sorry."

She pressed her lips to his. "How sorry?" She felt him smile against her mouth. "I'm bout to show you."

She squealed when he put her on her back and attacked her with kisses. From the top of her head down to her torso, his eyes never leaving hers as he got closer to the band of her shorts, his fingers playing with it slightly pulling down one side and leaving a warm kiss on her hip. She hummed with gratitude and rested her head back on the mattress, her eyes closing. Rio pulled her shorts off, tossing them behind him, he pushed her legs back and smiled. "No panties, as fucking always." He mumbled.

She playfully rolled her eyes, "Easier for you, no?" Her breath hitched feeling his finger slide through her slit. She whined squirming her hips around. "Stop." He warned. She listened, but she wasn't happy about it. His warm lips tasted her sweet brown skin as he kissed down the back of her legs, his hand left her needy pussy and his palm spread as he caressed her leg, his nimble fingers finding her plentiful tattoos. Fox sighed, her patience wearing thin with his teasing actions.

Rio gave her what she wanted when he pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit. He watched her leaking hole convulse around absolutely nothing, her legs twitch with every circular motion he made. "You love me?" He smirked, just wanting to hear it again. She nodded, her hazy vision staring at the smooth ceiling. Her jaw slacked feeling a finger inside her. "Where are my words?"

Fox groaned pushing her hips forward. "Shit. Yes Christopher, I do, I love you, baby." He grinned leaning down, his tongue flicking against her bud, and her head fell back. Her body was entirely at his mercy.

His fingers hooked inside her, fingertips brushing against her hot spot. Her eyes rolled at his greediness, he munched her down like it was his last day on Earth. Her fists balled up the sheets as she whined and whimpered for him. "Rio... oh fuck." Her head lolled to the side, her eyebrows knitting together as his fingers quickened their pace, his lips slowly sucking on her clit. Rio swayed his head from side to side, her hips bucking into his mouth and her cunt clenching around his fingers. She let out a long sigh. "Yes... yeeees!" Fox's moans were his favourite melody. "I'm close, holy shit." She cried out, he continued devouring her until she was leaking onto his hand. "Look at that," He mumbled to himself, clear liquid flowing out of her. Fox's legs trembled, her hand pushing his away. "Fuck!" Her thighs were wet. She giggled, her face dazed and fucked out.

She didn't get to rest for too long. He lay on his side after ridding himself of his shorts and boxers, his chest pressing against her back, his hand gripping her thigh as he lifted it up, resting it on his own. He wrapped his hand around his girth, his tip nudged her entrance before pushing further inside, her raspy voice crying out his name as he stretched out her pussy, her eyes crossed as he penetrated her, pulling out and thrusting back in at a slow and steady pace to adjust her to his size. Her sticky walls welcomed this pleasurable feeling, he held her leg up as he drove his hips into hers. "Only I get you wet like this? Hm?" He whispered in her ear, she could only reply in broken moans. She reached back, holding on to his bicep. "Y-yes. I love the way you feel inside me." She cooed. "I know, mama, I know."

Her eyes squeezed shut, "Rio... I can't- already"

He smacked her thigh. "You can. Cum for me, it's okay."

Fox's toes curled, her cream coating his dick beautifully. He continued his strokes throughout her orgasm, her walls suffocating his dick, he grunted as he pounded into her, using her sopping pussy to get himself off.

After a few more pumps he reluctantly pulled out, his hand coming in contact with her soft ass, gripping her softly. "Put that ass up." Fox moaned at his instructions, she rested on her knees, her booty jiggling with every shift of the bed. Rio smacked her ass once he got behind her, his girth stretching her out once more. "Fuck," He moaned getting lost in his own pleasure. Her fingers tapped against the mattress before gripping the sheets again, her pussy still sensitive. His hands held onto her hips and wandered down her sides, his thumb slipping in every roll on her back. He kissed up her spine, his arm around her belly holding her close to him. 

Fox's pornographic sounds fill the room, probably disturbing the other people on this floor, but who fucking cares, she was floating on a lustful cloud and the pleasure she was receiving tingled all over her body. She pushed her hips back meeting the beat of his thrusts, she bit her lip to suppress her whimpers. Her hair was puffy and messy from the humidity building in the room, she was so fucked.

She kept up with his relentless pounding until that warm feeling began to brew in the pit of her stomach, her lip quivering unable to warn him of her approaching peak. He kissed her neck. "I got it... I got it." He mumbled in her ear. She croaked out his name, her cum coating him again. Rio groaned, "Fox, fuck, I'm cummin' in that fucking pussy."

"Please, give it to me."

Rio pulled her close, pressing his nose on the back of her neck. His warm seed spreading inside her, she smiled feeling him paint her walls. He gave her kisses down the back of her shoulder. Fox hummed with content. He kept himself buried until he was empty, his dick going soft inside her. She sleepily giggled when he pulled out and her body collapsed on the bed. He laughed spanking her again. "You're killing me." She playfully complained. "Good." 

She sucked her teeth and mustered up whatever energy she had left to shuffle herself under the sheets, her eyes getting heavier with every passing moment. Rio softly smiled when she lifted the sheets as an invitation for him to join her. He turned off the lights and happily laid next to her. She rested her head on his chest, he kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. 

"Just us?" He whispered as if he was scared to ask it any louder. Fox smiled, her eyes closing with sleep.

"Just us." 

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ANGEL OF MINE (Sequel to Who’s Better Than Me?)

Rio x blackfem!reader (OC - Angel)

“After a plateau in their relationship, Rio sets out to make things right—”

PARING: Exes to Lovers / Past High School School Sweethearts

SUGGESTED TUNES 💿: We Need Resolution by Aaliyah, Best Thing by Usher, Take Away by Missy Elliott & Ginuwine, Think Of You by Amerie, Fallen by Mya, Ella Me Levanto by Daddy Yankee

CONTENTS: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, ANGST, Some fluff, professing of love, cursing, pinv, r*ugh s*x, cre*m p*e, or*l (fem receiving), Semi Redeemed Rio, Rio being a bedroom bully, with a dash of pettiness again lol, slight use of Spanish, a potential pregnancy, etc. (NOT PROOFREAD/UNEDITED)

AUTHORS NOTE: Genuinely I did not think about writing another part, but some ideas popped up in my head and so here we are lol! this part is kinda long but hope y’all enjoy regardless 💖 GIF CREDIT: by me :)

“How I'm supposed to be to you if you keep squirmin'? Be still,"

Angel couldn’t fully register Rio’s instructions over the pounding of her heart. She shivered, squirming in her spot on the bed. Rio lowered his head, placing small kisses on Angel’s stomach. The softness and warmth of his lips spurred her on even more, Angel began to pull away from Rio's touch.

“Don’t move,” Rio ordered, his large hands held her in place, one of them pressed down on Angel's stomach, "You gonna be good and listen, hm?"

“Yes! I’ll be g-good,” Angel whimpered.

Rio smiled down at her, keeping one hand on her stomach, while the other reached for his hardened shaft. He aligned himself with her dripping core, plunging the tip into her wetness, eliciting a soft moan from Angel. He repeated the movement a few times over slowly easing more of him into her. Angel’s whines grew more desperate with each shallow stroke.

With one last stroke, Rio bottomed out, fully, planting his hands firmly at Angel’s waist.

“Fuck, Angel. So fuckin’ tight,”

Angel’s hands snake up Rio’s back, pulling him towards her, as he began rocking into her.

“Angel,”

“Yes, baby?”

“Angel,”

“Hm?”

“Angel!”

With two snaps from her friend, Benny, Angel was pulled out of her reverie and back into reality.

“You good?” Benny asked as he waved his fork in the air.

“She’s fine,” Keke chuckled, “She’s just having a flashback, of Riooo,”

Angel rolled her eyes as she took a sip from her drink. She leaned back into her seat, looking at the passerbyers. It was a beautiful day, the sun shined brightly, casting down warm rays. After being stuck in the office in the all morning, the change in scenery was much needed.

“Have you talked to him?” Benny mused. He twirled pasta around his fork, before eating a large forkful.

“…No,” Angel sighed.

“Seriously?” Keke asked, eyes wide with shock. “I thought y’all hit it off, literally, after the reunion,”

“We did! And the sex was amazing, but—”

“But what?”

“I don’t know, y'all. So much time has passed, and he's changed so much since we were in high school, I feel like he's not the same boy I once knew,”

"I mean duh, Angel," Keke shrugged, "are any of us who we were 20 years ago?"

"She's right, Angel," Benny added, "None of us are the same as we were back then. It's impossible, babe. It sounds like you more scared of what he does not who is,"

Angel leaned back into her chair; arms folded across her chest. Maybe Benny was right. There was never a moment that passed in the day that she didn't want to be wrapped in Rio's arms. To just be with him. Yet, every time Angel wanted to reach out something stopped her. Everything was different about Rio and seeing him at the reunion was a bit jarring. From his clothes to the way he walked, even that damn eagle tattoo itched on his neck. The way he practically had all of their former classmates fawning over him, laughing at all of his jokes. There was a dangerous charm that Rio possessed. Sure, Angel was used to Rio's boy-ish charms after being on the receiving end of it, but this was something entirely different. It was potent, calculated, and completely irresistible. That was developed from experience, an experience that made Angel think twice.

"By all means, I'm not excusing Rio's, nefarious activities," Benny continued, "I just think you should at least talk to the man. The man, you've been in love with most of your life,"

"And from that glow you've been sporting," Keke added, she paused to a sip from her drink, slurping for dramatic affect. Benny and Angel chuckled, "I know that dick was good. So, take a chance! You'll never know what could happen between you too,"

Angel nodded. For the rest of the day, she pondered Benny and Keke's advice. She had to take a chance, she had to try.

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It wasn't until 10 PM, when Angel pulled to her home. Arms chalked full of groceries, she wanted to stock up on food and other snacks for her much needed staycation. Angel trudged up the stairs, to her humble bungalow, she fumbled with the straps of the shopping bags and her work purse, trying grab her keys. She quickly opened the door, once inside she locked the door behind her and made a beeline for the kitchen.

Angel didn't bother to turn the light on in the kitchen. Her mind was preoccupied with putting the groceries away so she could take a shower and finally relax. So much that she didn't notice a smoldering, Rio leaned against the refrigerator. He watched her as she unloaded the groceries, not wanting to disturb her just yet. He wanted to admire the way her slacks hugged her curves, just a tad bit longer.

With a grocery bag in hand, Angel turned around, immediately meeting Rio's eyes. Her heart dropped to her stomach.

“Fuck!”

Angel quickly crouched down, grabbing the spilled groceries on the floor. Rio crossed the room in quick strides, bending down to help. A quietness fell over them as they loaded the items into the reusable bag.

“…What are you doing here? How did you get here? You know what don't answer that," Angel sputtered. She sat the bag on her breakfast table. She folded her arms over her chest, “No call, no text. I mean, what the hell Rio?”

His expression was indecipherable as Rio peered at her. His eyes continued to trace over her, as if he was trying to commit her features to memory, as if he really needed to for that matter. Rio tipped his head to the side and scratched the light stubble on his chin.

Angel mentally kicked herself, only Rio could look that dangerously good in minimal lighting. She averted her eyes, looking at the calendar tacked on her fridge, before looking back at Rio.

He shrugged. “I could say the same. You didn’t call, you didn’t text. You avoidin’ me?”

Angel scoffed. “First off, I’m not avoiding you. Second, who breaks into someone’s home after not seeing for a couple of weeks—”

“—A month,”

“However, long it was. If you wanted to talk, this isn’t the way to go about it,”

Rio nodded slowly, poking his bottom lip in that ever so subtle way, as he mused over Angel’s words.

“If I called, would you have answered?”

Angel opened her mouth to respond but quickly closed it. Truth was, if Rio did call, she wouldn’t have picked up. Not because Angel didn’t want to, it was complicated. The night that they shared was magical, more amazing than anything Angel could ever dream of, but when the sun rose the next morning and reality set in. They were too different, Angel lived a normal life, she loved her job, her friends, her family, even the “Tinkerbell” car she drove. Her life was routine, with a few moments of spontaneity (hooking up with Rio was one of them). Rio’s life she assumed, was nothing but spontaneity, having to always keep one eye open, always looking over one’s shoulder. Adding Rio into the equation was too much. It was easier when they were younger, it was simpler time. Their love came with no extra baggage, it was pure.

Now, things are much different, Rio was different. He’s a crime boss for pete’s sake, and Angel knew that he didn’t want the same things, as she did. Last time she checked, living the life of a criminal didn’t allow for marriage and kids, not in the way Angel wanted anyway.

“Rio,” Angel began, the dropped her arms, and twiddled with her fingers, “you…we, we are just different,”

A deep sigh escaped Rio. When Angel finally met Rio’s gaze she could see the cracks in his resolve. His jaw was tight, and usual brown eyes carried a hardness in them. Rio ran a hand across her features, rolling his shoulders while doing so.

“You breakin’ my heart, Angelita,” Rio took a few steps forward, now standing only a few away from Angel. He easily towered over her small frame, “what’s so different about me?”

“Y-you’ve changed, I’ve changed,”

“So?”

“So?! This is serious, Rio, are lives are completely different, you don’t want the same things as me,”

“Bullshit. I need real, Angel. Why are you pullin’ away from me?”

“You’re a fucking criminal, Rio!”

A huge wave of embarrassment and guilt washed over her, she quickly buried her face in her hands. She couldn’t bear to look at Rio after saying what she said. How could she react like that? Regardless of her aversion to what Rio does, he deserved more respect than the outburst she just had. This was the man she’s been in love with since she fifteen, he deserved better.

Angel felt Rio gently wrap his hands around hers, and pulled them away from her face. He then tilted Angel’s upwards to meet his gaze. Rio searched her eyes, seeing the guilt in them he softened.

“You scared of me, Angel?”

Angel froze. Her mind traveling back to the night they spent together, and the glimpse gun she saw as she left his place. Her mind drummed up all of the scenarios that could happen, flashes of him in an orange jumpsuit behind bars, and his name across the headstone in the graveyard. A future that she never wanted to see, but in a way already happened. A little into Angel's first semester of college, word got out Rio was going to prison, it broke her. She couldn't bear to see him like that or worse, 6 feet under.

So, to answer his question was she scared of Rio, no. Was she scared of what could happen to Rio, absolutely, Angel loved him too much just to be okay with could happen to him. Or what he could do to others.

"Hey, hey," Rio spoke, pulling her focus back to him, "there you go wonderin' again. Tell me, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

Angel sighed. “...I don’t like what you do,”

Rio dropped his hand away from Angel's chin. He nodded slowly, processing. A quietness fell over them, as they stared wordlessly at one another. Rio's eyes slowly trailed down towards Angel's chest. She felt the breath hitch in her throat, when he reached towards her. Gently, he lifted the necklace she wore. Rio held the angel pendant between his fingers, the pad of his thumb softly tracing over the figure's wings.

"You kept it," Rio spoke, his eyes combing over the figure with Angel could only interpret as fondness. Her heart fluttered. "You know, I put in mad work tryna get this. Cutting grass, washing cars, all that shit. I wanted you to feel good. I wanted you to know I loved you,"

"Rio..."

"Por siempre y para siempre, forever and always. That's what's engraved on the wings. Angel, you're my forever, you're my always. It's only been you,"

Angel felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. This is the most vulnerable she's seen Rio, ever. To hear him speak with such sincerity and conviction, Angel couldn't help her heart swell with love.

"My business is my business, and I can't change what I did and all the choices I've made. But being with you made me realize, mama that shit has an expiration date," Rio brought his hands to Angel's face, and cradled her soft cheeks, "I can't promise that I'll magically become a better man over night, but I want to try, for you will. 'Cause I don't wanna loose you mama, not again,"

Without a second thought Angel leans forward and kisses Rio. Their kiss was sweet, tongues moving in tandem as Angel snaked her arms around Rio, pulling him closer to her. Her fingers caress the top of Rio's head, soft touches rubbing at his scalp. Rio lets out a throaty groan, its vibrations straight to Angel's core. A flush of heat rushes through her entire body. She breaks the kiss.

"I wanna try, Christopher," Angel whispers. She nuzzles Rio's nose. He pulls away slightly, to see her face fully. A smile blooms across his face. He kisses her again.

"Yeah?" Rio's smile grows wider seeing the sincerity in Angel's face.

"Yes, baby," Angel nods, biting her lip.

A flicker of lust danced in Rio eyes. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, while his hands drifted towards Angel's bottom. Rio's large hands squeezed and palmed her ass. He landed a firm smack on her ass.

"Rio!"

He chuckled. "Go upstairs, and get on the bed, how I like," Rio mumbled against her cheek, before placing a soft kiss there.

Angel didn't waste any time, she raced upstairs to her bedroom, completely forgetting about her groceries in the kitchen. She kicked off her heels, stripping off her slacks and dress shirt. Angel sat on her bed, legs spread out for him, in only her bra and panties. Coincidently, in his favorite color, green.

Minutes seemed to drawl into hours as Angel waited. Her heart rattled against her chest, as Angel's mind raced at the possibilities of what Rio was going to do to her. Another a minute or so passed when Angel heard Rio's footsteps coming up the stairs.

He appeared in doorway with two bottles of water in hand. He smoothly entered the room, eyes glued to Angel, he settled on a spot in front of Angel's vanity. Rio sat one of the water bottles down on the table, while he opened the other, taking a quick sip. His were so heated, so blazed as they roamed Angel's body. It felt like invisible hands were rubbing and caressing her all over.

"You look good, mama. All spread out for me. Shit, lingerie in my favorite color too..."

"All for you, baby," Angel cooed.

Rio's lips tipped into small smile. He took another swig of water. He sat the bottle down, putting the cap back on.

"I'm not gonna lie, you hurt my feelings, when you went ghost on me..."

"Rio, baby, I'm sorry–"

"Sshhh," Rio hushed Angel with a finger to his lips, "All is forgiven, but you got make it up to me. You gonna make it up to me, darlin'?"

Angel nodded.

"Play with that pussy for me."

Angel slowly peeled out of her panties, making a show out of it, she made sure that Rio got a view of her ass. She flung them to the side, returning her previous position. Widening her legs, Angel's fingers found themselves at her core, swiping at the wetness, she began to rub taut circles on her clit.

"Fuck!" Angel whined.

"Damn..." Rio voice trailed, eyes zeroing in Angel's core. He hummed in satisfaction as fingers began to unbutton his flannel. "You, look so fuckin' good. You close?"

"Yesssss, I'm so close! I need you soooo bad," Angel moaned as her fingers continued to rub tight circles on her clit.

"I got you, just keep going. I wanna see my pretty girl cum for me,"

Angel felt the familiar knot in her belly as her orgasm began to build. Her wetness pooled out of her the more her fingers worked her core. She felt her pussy flutter when Rio peeled out his t-shirt, revealing his svelte frame covered in intricate tattoos. Seeing his rich skin practically covered ink, tipped her over the edge.

"Ooooh, shit, I'm cummin',"

"Mhm, let it out for me, mama," Rio egged her on.

Angel shook as her orgasm coursed through her, wetting up her sheets. She laid down on the bed, closing her eyes as she rode out the aftershocks, her skin tingling with pleasure. Quick taps on her thighs, brought her back, she opened her eyes to Rio looming over her.

"On all fours, darlin',"

Angel obliged. She turned and faced her faced her headboard. She adjusted herself, making sure her the arch in her back was damn near perfect. Rio's belt and zipper clinked and clanked as he undressed himself. His hands palmed her ass, the callused pads of his fingers felt good against her skin. Angel mewled loudly, when she felt Rio's soft tongue lick down her slit.

"Christopher!"

"You taste good. Sweet as fuck," Rio groaned. "You ready for me?"

"Yes, baby. Please don't play with it," Angel turned her head to look at him, biting down her lip. She gazed into his stormy eyes, clouded thick with lust. With one hand, Rio's fingers trailed down Angel's spine, pausing for second. Then landed another firm smack on her Angel's ass. "Baby! Be nice,"

"Nah," Rio stated firmly, he deepened Angel's arch. He adjusted himself, inching his dick closer to Angel's entrance, "You still got some makin' up to do,"

With no warning, Rio plunged into Angel, bottoming out completely. Angel's toes curled, at his fullness and the stretch that only he could give her. He circled himself inside her, pulling himself out, then plunging back in. Rio tightened the grip on Angel's hips as began to rock into her. She gushed and clenched around his member, nails clawing at the sheets below them.

"Goddamn," Rio hissed, "I feel you tightin' around me. You close already?"

"Oh my god! Yes, you fuckin' me so good,"

"Yeaaaah, that's right me, only me. Nobody else, right mama?"

"N-nobody else, baby, shit! I love you so much, Christopher,"

Angel felt Rio's hips stutter at her confession. It only served as more motivation for Rio, spurring him on, he pistoned into Angel faster and harder. He reached downwards, grabbing a handful of her coils, yanking her upwards.

"Say it again," He rasped in her ear.

"I-I-I love you, shit,"

"Again,"

"I love you, I love you, I love you, Rio I'm cumming," Angel cried out.

Rio held Angel close, fucking her through her orgasm. Angel shuddered, as she felt her essence drip down her thighs, as Rio continued to thrust into her wildly, kissing and nibbling at her ear lobe. He slowed rhythm of his hips, letting Angel's hair go, placing small kisses down her neck and shoulders.

"You did so good for me," Rio breathed out. He softly patted at Angel's plush thighs, as he slowly pulled out. "Face me,"

Angel shifted around, laying on her back she spread her legs wide. Rio situated himself between Angel's legs. He stroked himself a few times, biting his lip at the small squelching noises he made. In one swift motion, Rio plunged himself back in, fully engulfing himself in Angel's wet pussy.

"Fuckkkkkk," Rio growled. Angel whined in response. At this angle, Rio was hitting her spongy spot way deeper than before, causing waves of pleasure to flood her entire body. "Pussy so fuckin', shit, nena,"

Both her heart and her pussy fluttered, seeing the blissed out look on his gorgeous features. Rio was always so controlled and reserved most of them, so to see him like this, guttural, borderline animalistic, Angel loved it. She began to feel him throb inside of her, he was close.

"Mhmm, I feel you, baby. I want you to cum inside me," Angel cooed as she cradled the back of Rio neck.

"Yeah? You want me cummin', inside you. Careful, now. I might fuck around and give you a baby forreal,"

Angel cupped Rio's face, kissing him deeply. She pulled away, nodding her head in a wordless confirmation. Rio's eyes softened, at the realization. He bucked his hips, in deep, desperate strokes.

"Shit! Angelita, you gonna look so good, belly fully, with our baby, fuck. I love you, Angel," He grunted, as his resolve was wearing down by the second. The midst of his brutal thrust, Angel felt another orgasm hurdle towards the surface. Her walls spasmed around Rio's dick, screaming out as she came. "Just like that, fuck, eres mio, todo mio, baby, shit,"

A few strokes were all it took to send Rio over the edge. He buried himself in Angel's neck as his blasted his cum inside of her. Rio groans were muffled against Angel's skin. He held her closed as he shook from the pleasure, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum inside of her. Angel wrapped her legs around him, she didn't want to miss a single drop.

A calmness fell over them, as the breathed in tandem, hearts following the same rhythm. Rio lifted his head up, resting his chin on Angel's chest. Warms hands rubbed soft circles against her skin. He gazed at her, nothing but love and stardust in them.

"You're gonna be a good mom," He mumbled.

Angel smiled softly, she rubbed at his shoulders. "And you're gonna be a good dad. I love you, Christopher,"

"I love you too, mama. Por siempre y para siempre."

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T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Part 2 of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC: 1277

Nonviolent communication.

Nonviolent communication is based on historical principles of nonviolence.

The natural state of compassion when no violence is present in the heart.

It reminds us what we already instinctively know about how good it feels to connect with another human being.

It was just another night. Another fight for Miles’ attention.

But what do you do when you’re falling and you can’t find anything to hold on to?

Nothing.

It was also the night of Jefferson Davis’ promotion party.

‘For Aaron’, he would say. Anytime someone congratulated him on his accomplishment. ‘It’s all for my family and my brother. May he rest in power.’ Anyone could tell he missed his brother. Did he know Aaron was the prowler? Maybe. But he still loved him. So, in honor of him. He worked hard to become captain and provide for his family.

Miles promised to walk Harmony to the party.

So she got ready. A whole three hours before the party even started. She wanted her makeup to look good, she wanted her hair to look good, she wanted her outfit to look good.

Harmony wanted to look good.

For Miles.

Everyday she screamed for his attention. Sometimes it went unnoticed and sometimes it didn’t.

So she learned to count every blessing. There was no promise for tomorrow so she counted every second he dedicated to her. Even if it was small.

Harmony finished getting ready at 5:00.

The time Miles said he would get her.

Perfect.

5:10.

No Miles.

Soon 10 minutes turned into 20.

And 20 into 40.

And 40 into an hour.

And he still never came.

She decided to swallow her pride and not text him. Harmony wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe something came up, she thought.

Instead of saying anything, Harmony grabbed her bag and did a once over in the mirror before leaving.

The sun was setting and the city was alive. There was the well known traffic as well as the bright neon signs being turned on. Food merchants were still out, eager to sell whatever was left in stock before calling it quits for the night. Groups of friends walked past Harmony giggling about whatever joke was said as they passed her.

The fast life she was used to living was all going in slow motion. She got to appreciate the beauty of the city. By herself.

And she enjoyed it.

When Harmony arrived at the party everyone was there.

Except for Miles.

“Hey manmi mwen regrèt anpil mwen an reta.” Harmony said once she found Rio. (Hey mom. I’m so sorry for being late.”

Rio turned her head towards the girl with a bright smile adorning her face. She loved Harmony like the daughter she never had, always eager to speak to her and find out what was going on in her life.

“It’s no worries hija. We’re just glad you were able to make it.”

A smile made its way on the Haitian girl’s face, her eyes scanned the party hoping to find the Morales boy. Rio was quick to notice.

She knew. She knew the girl in front of her was crushing on her son. She also knew that her son was stringing her along. Rio scolded him about it many times, but each time she was met with a ‘It’s nothing mami. Honest’, and each time Rio would sigh and shut the door.

“We don’t know where he is. We checked his room and he was missing.”

The Jones girl nodded in response as the upcoming Captain slotted himself into the conversation. His glasses were slightly askew from the dancing his family dragged him into, but other than that he looked pristine. As always.

Conversations and congratulations were shared between the two, before they drifted off into Harmony’s studies and how her father was doing.

Then Miles came. With someone else.

Gwen.

Harmony watched them distance themselves from the rest of the party. She saw the way Miles looked at Gwen.

He never looked at me like that.

All the years I’ve known him. He never looked at me like I was everything to him.

“Who’s that?” Jeff questioned looking at the new girl that was hanging around his son. She was different. He knew about Harmony’s infatuation.

Everyone knew.

So he was just as confused as the next person when a new girl showed up with his son while he stood next to someone that would put their life on the line for him.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Her heart was racing. She was here. Next to him. And he looked happy.

Content.

He’s never looked this happy before.

Because it was Gwen. The girl that filled all the pages in his notebook. The same girl that he could spend hours talking about. The same girl that Miles was infatuated with.

Gwen Stacy. Not Harmony Jones

The two parents made their way towards them and ended up dragging Harmony with them.

The whole interaction lasted at least fifteen minutes. And the whole time

Miles never looked at Harmony.

He acted like she wasn’t there.

Even when Gwen dipped off and had to leave.

He never talked to her. His eyes were trained on where the blonde once stood.

Harmony finally met the girl that plagued her best friend’s mind. And she was right. She was the complete opposite of her. They shared absolutely nothing in common except for Miles.

But Gwen had Miles more than Harmony did. So they were back to square one.

Having nothing in common.

Because Harmony had to face the facts.

She couldn’t even say that they both had Miles.

Only Gwen had him.

The only thing Harmony had were distant memories that Miles probably didn’t even remember.

The Morales boy left long before the party was over. He went to follow Gwen.

Much to Harmony’s dismay.

This is what happens when Harmony thinks about him. Too caught up in her feelings. Reminiscing.

Next time I’ll be different.

She thought. She would wait on a sign and then come to the idea that it was time for a different prayer that somehow still revolved around Miles.

A boy that didn’t even see her the way she saw him.

She didn’t like being alone, but that’s exactly what happened when she went home. Thoughts of ringing his line flooded her mind as she laid down on her bed staring at her phone. Wishing that he would come home.

To her home.

Harmony wanted to balance her space. Protect her space. But Miles made it hard.

He gave her just enough to stay attached and hold onto him.

The Jones girl didn’t need the pain but with it stemming from Miles Morales, the hero of Brooklyn. She didn’t mind it all that much.

What’s left of us?

She remembered when Miles would tell her everything. When he was her best friend and would find comfort in her for anything. Now he makes promises that he doesn’t live up to. He ditches plans that he makes for them and says nothing but a mere apology if she gets one.

The same dorky kid that got humiliated on the first day of school. Is the same dorky kid thats humiliating Harmony without trying to.

He let her fall first while he stood dreaming wide awake.

And she’d do anything to be the person on his mind.

Harmony was in over her head and she couldn’t hold herself to be mad at Miles.

Because let's face it.

It was nothing but a state of nonviolent communication.

The natural state of compassion when no violence is present in the heart.

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