#after three full fucking days. i realized this man was tryna hit on me?

[megumi-fm]

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#okay random story time i don't know why im narrating this or how i even stumbled upon this memory rn #but i generally do sad vents in the tags and for a change this is a funny one #so back in highschool (i say highschool but i mean junior college) i used to visit this park near my house a lot #i was an sg kid back then and the thing about parks there is that they're kinda beach-parks and they have the best cycling/running tracks #they're also really massive parks so i used to go often. sometimes bicycling. other times walking. yeah. the park was like my sanctuary #anyway. there are quite a few bike rental areas in the park and there was a cute lil shop next to this one particular rental place #and they sold like biscuits and water and icecreams and stuff and i went there a lot #and on one particular day i went there and there was this guy around my age part timing at that shop #now again this might be culture specific bc i dont see it in india but part timing in uni/pre-uni is pretty common is sg #a lot of shops and restaurants employ teenagers to twenty something ppl for part time jobs... anyway im just adding context #point is that i had walked to the park with my mum that day and she told me to go buy a couple icecreams so i went to the shop #and i saw this guy around my age and like. not to be a simp but this dude was so pretty? #like he saw someone had come to the counter so he looked up and shot a smile and i thought i got slapped by sunlight #i could spend the next several lines going on about his pretty tan skin and his glowing raven eyes but this is pathetic enough so ill stop #anyway he saw me and smiled really wide (customer service smile- i thought to myself) and i smiled back and asked for icecreams or whatever #and then this guy started getting chatty right. so he was all 'you come here (to the park) often right? ive seen you with your bike a lot' #see now. the problem with me is that i always think im bothering people. this poor dude was attempting to make conversation #and i was replying with one word answers #and i wasn't even realizing that he didnt want that. bc he kept asking more questions and i. kept. shutting them down. #then when he gave me the icecream he was all 'are you here alone? icecream alone is no fun... i could keep you company if you want..?' #which. he was being really cute about right. but because im so fucking dense i was all 'oh no i came with my mom actually' #and he went 'aw man' in this really cute but faux sad way which i didnt understand at the time and i left and then #after three full fucking days. i realized this man was tryna hit on me? #and then i went to the park like a week later and he was gone. poof. i even thought of asking the uncle in charge of that place #then i got too embarrassed and chickened out #yeah so turns out my neurodivergence neutralizes any sort of rizz that comes my way #i could've been chilling with a cute boyf rn but no😩 this is my destiny #megumi in the tags

[babyloposts]

Jealous Baby Bakugou

Head empty no thoughts just my manz Dilf!Bakugou tryna find love but his daughter is not having it

(Photo creds @/cammmy_chan on Twitter)

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For 7 years of his daughter’s life Katsuki had been happy just doing the dad thing. Sure it was hard being a single father on top of being a high-ranking pro-hero, but who would this man be if he didn’t take on challenges

But as his baby grew older and wasn’t so much of a baby anymore Bakugou’s friends pushed him more to start dating again (mainly because knowing all of the actresses and schedules of his daughters favorite shows was getting to be a bit sad) either way with a bit of coercion and confidence boosting Bakugou started to date again.

Now Bakugou should have known that bringing just any woman around his daughter was not a good idea, she was raised by him the girl has no fucking filter.

“Daddy she looks corny.” She would whine when Bakugou brought home a woman that he had saved while he was working. They had hit it off pretty well and the job had ended with her slipping her phone number into his pocket before leaving in an ambulance.

Anyways baby girl was not rocking with her. To her defense the girl was corny looking and she didn’t like kids, she was a clout chaser who wanted to be the only woman in Katauki’s life, so suffice it to say corny bitch #1 did not last long

After that incident Bakugou learned to bring women to the house only after at least three dates and knowing that they weren’t opposed to kids (he took finding love very serious and couldn’t get down with any lady that wasn’t down with his number one girl)

It took a few more failed attempts before he found you. You both had a total meet-cute moment in a park or something cliche like that and after a few coffe dates, a dinner, (and several sneaky links here and there) Katsuki was finally ready to introduce you to his daughter.

Off the bat the vibe was immediately better than the first go-round. “Daddy she has curly hair and skin like me! We look like we could be sisters.” You ofc thought the interaction was adorable, but that wasn’t the impression he wanted to give off. After explaining your relationship to the little girl it was all attitude and sass all the time.

You weren’t expecting her to warm up to you immediately, but you hadn’t expected her to be so territorial. The only alone time you and Bakugou could get was at your place, which he had gone to less and less because of work and after school activities. But your seldom moments of intimacy only brought you two closer and closer til one day you both realized you were in love with each other.

The day of reckoning was upon you and Katsuki as you told his daughter that you two were going to have some changes.

“Princess, Y/N is gonna be coming around more. And I know it’s going to be a big change, but we’re gonna take it slow and you can tell us if you’re not comfortable with anything.”

Baby girl took the news hard. Hysterics, tantrum and all. You couldn’t be mad though, it had just been her and her dad for so long. It could be hard to share. So when she calmed down you shooed Katsuki out of the room to have some girl talk.

“I don’t want you to take my daddy from me.” All the attitude was back and she sported the cutest lil pout.

“Oh honey. I would never try to take your daddy away from you. I know you love your daddy very much and I’ll never try to get in the way of you and your dad. I just want to know if it’s okay that I give him some love too. Between us girls he needs all he can get.”

“You love Daddy too?”

“Yeah I do. Very much.”

“Are you gonna be my new mommy then?”

There it was. You never imagined being a stepmom, but it just happened to be in the cards for you and Bakugou’s little family. “If you’ll let me be, I’d love to.”

She didn’t answer. Just gave you the biggest hug her little arms could muster. That was answer enough. As you embraced you saw Katsuki’s head peeking from around the corner smiling at you two. You beckoned him over back into the room.

“You’re such a helicopter parent Katsuki.”

“No I’m not.” He huffed and that caught the attention of his princess. She bounded into his arms eyes full of excitement and ideas about family life with you in it.

“Daddy, Y/N is gonna be my new mommy. Is she gonna be your wife? And can she do my hair like hers? You’re not good at braids and she is. And can I be in the wedding? I think we would look cute in the pictures. And me and y/n could match. And she can live here with us! As… as long as I don’t have to share my room.”

You and Katsuki were both laughing at this point. You don’t know how lucky you got to have found a great man, with a great daughter. You also didn’t know where you’d found an eight year old wedding planner, but you sure were grateful for the family that found you.

A/N: ahhhh I’m losing my fucking mind also in this au baby girl’s mother is not around at all. Maybe she died, maybe some other traumatic event ion know. But yeah lil mama doesn’t know her biological mother. Just thought I’d throw that out there

Kinda feeling like creating a continuation of this, but I’ll see how it’s received first

#domestic dad bakugou #babylowrites #bnha x black!reader #bnha #mha #mha x female reader #bnha bakugou #black writers #mha bakugo x reader #bakugo x oc #black girls #bakugou katsuki x black reader #mha x poc!reader #mha headcanons #mha imagines #mha dad headcannons #fatherhood #mha fluff #mha au

[darthwheezely]

dating fred weasley and being a ravenclaw

wow i am a SIMP for this man! this ain’t new info but! he is truly such a divine man and like…yeah i had to- also this might be longer because Fred has a lot more things to cover in terms of this and his own issues sksksjjs

warnings: light smut, angst at parts, wicked hot men named frederick gideon weasley, mentions of sexual degrading and not the hot or kinky kind :/ basically dudes being scumbags

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fred thinks you’re an actual literal on god 111% angel sent by god

i swear-

he basically runs into (…literally) when escaping from filch, and knocks into you coming out of transfiguration

and i shit you not, he catches you by the waist like mid dip

oh my GOD please I’m in love with him

Fred Weasley, professional jackass, looked down at you hand still on your waist. He grinned at you and winked and you swore to god you heard the sparkle sound effect. “Hullo, gorgeous.” He heard filch scream “WEASLEY!” and broke away from you, pulling you up and pushing you off of him, leading a running filch to slip in the middle of the hallway, the hall erupting in laughter: including you. Fred inhaled harshly, heart pounding at you laughing at something he managed to pull off. “I’ll…I’ll see you again, yeah?” You froze smiling in place. “Um…yeah…yeah you will?” “Yeah?” He grinned. “Yeah.” With another wink he sped off down the hall…

he couldn’t stop thinking about the wicked hot girl in the hall

god what house was she he thought?

oh shit she had blue on fuck she’s a ravenclaw he thinks. why does he think like that?

she’s outta my goddamn league, he thought before he could stop himself

“Freddie, I know you’re not giving up on the idea of this girl this easy.” George shook his head smirking in the Hall.

“I’m not giving up on anything - she’s just…too good for me.”

“Mate, you know nothing about her except how her eyes ‘sparkled like the stars’ or some whack Tolstoy shit like that…besides, you always did love a challenge, yeah?” At that Fred grinned.

“Georgie, I was thinking exactly the same thing…”

frederick gideon weasley knew what he had to do

FUCKING RUN AROUND THE CASTLE AND LOOK FOR YOU DUH

i swear he probably skipped like a half a day of classes just running from classroom to classroom tryna find your gorgeous self

he also probably was like “anyone seen a literal angel around” and everyone was just like ~please shoot this kid he cannot be deadass~

anyway, he’s starting to run out of breath guys, pobrecito is about to give up for the day and throw in the towel but then

then, fellas and foals-

he sees you

sitting in the center of the quidditch pitch

reading a book and writing in your notebook

and god when i tell you he physically had his ass floored

i mean, Jesus Christ, it��s the way you were just serenely sitting in HIS favorite place in hogwarts, not even in the stands, just absorbing life in the ACTUAL PITCH just

just being there

“What are you doing here, love?” You look up and see Fred, chest heaving, rosy cheeked and fucking glorious. He looked otherworldly with the sun at his back, seemingly glowing. “Knitting a sweater.” You said coolly, and gave a small smile. He bit his lip and made his way over to you and sat down in front of you.

“I’d like that sweater somewhere else, gorgeous.”

“Where, in your mum’s dirty laundry?” He scoffed

“No silly, on me but I’ll take that option too ;)”

You scoffed back and rolled your eyes. “On you? Please, this is made to fit an actual person with a body, Fred.”

“And I don’t have a good enough body for it?”

You bit your lip, gathering courage to look straight back at him. “I wouldn’t know I haven’t seen it.”

and that alone has Fred Weasley garnering a massive tent in his pants

He gulped. “Whats your name, darling?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

He grinned, blushing wildly. “Y/N, you’re never getting rid of me now”

that, my dear, was the truth at its finest

for the first time, he’d found a woman that matched his energy

his banter his intellectual mind was finally satisfied by this beautiful, honest, blunt girl that made him

HIM, THE MAN THAT CAN NEVER SHUT THE FUCK UP, be still.

be quiet. be at peace

“freddie, don’t fucking prank first years you’re better than that”

“Fred, please don’t be a bully. You’re not an unkind person so don’t act that way, okay? Come on”

it’s about three to five days of just non stop flirting

constantly leaving him breathless and without a rebuttal, again something no one has ever been able to do

after this period, he’s eating in the great hall, not having talked to you today and bouncing his knees violently

and he sees you get up and leave the hall

this prompts him to get up and run after you

“Y/N!” You turn to see him running full speed behind you, and you smile widely, blushing a fair ton as he stops in front of you, chest heaving. Your smile falters as he doesn’t say anything “Fred, w-what’s wrong?” He then bites his lip “I’m sorry but I have to” and presses his mouth to yours. You kiss back immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck as he backs you up against the wall. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and after a few moments he pulls off you and leans his forehead to yours. “I need you.” He says hoarsely. “And I need YOU, Freddie.” He smiles and you wrap your legs around his waist…

from that moment, you two are inseparable

we are talking handsy too

oh fuck this about to get fluffy as hell

freddie basically waits until you’re out of class and then will pin you against the wall and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years

“My angel, it’s been far too long.” He says breathlessly, smiling wide before giving you a kiss attack, sending ammunition of kisses all around your face, making you giggle uncontrollably. “My love, it’s only been an hour,” you say in between full body laughter. He then stops, looking at you very seriously. “Darling, that simply will not do,” he clucks and then throws you over his shoulder, sending you into fits of laughter again as he takes you to your next class.

you and fred have so much sex

empty classrooms

in his dorm

in your dorm

in the locker rooms

in the library

“Freddie, harder baby, please” you gasp out as he’s thrusting inside of you at a rhythmic pace, him slipping into you like hot oil, skin slapping as he has you in the shower. “How much do you need me, angel? Cmon love I wanna hear your words...” “yes, yes I need you please” you moan as he hits a new angle “That’s my princess, taking me so well, do you love it when I fill you up? Fuck you so good you can’t walk?” You nod and throw your head back. “Freddie, I’m gonna come” “Good girl, princess, come all over my cock” He growls setting a faster and harder pace, as he chants your name like a hymnal, his hips and movements getting sloppier as he finally releases into you, chest heaving and presses his lips to your forehead.

“Where should we try next, gorgeous, hmm? I think snape’s office should do it, he won’t even know us from the grease stains from his nose” this earns him a smack on the arm

fred marks you up constantly too

wants everyone to see how much his “good little princess” really feels

anything that says “I choose/belong to fred weasley” he’ll make you do

and you adore it and think it’s hot as fuck

he’s also marked his name onto your thighs and boobs before

george basically accepts the fact that you’re his new baby sister too, and when fred isn’t there will protect you like it ashsajdsahjsa

by this i mean fred has employed him to (but mainly george just does it because he loves you too)

but basically

during potions, draco slides in next to you and propositions you:

“How about we strike a deal, Y/L/N?” He looks at you smugly. You roll your jaw. “Yeah I agree, you shut the fuck up and let me pass our project, and I get all the credit without you destroying my handiwork?” He flares red and grabs your wrist. “I know Weaselbee the fourth probably tastes like the rest of his family - trash - but how I about I let you try something different, hmm?” You immediately pull away from him when he releases and make an attempt to focus back on your book. 

fred obviously hears about this because some slytherin guys in the hallway are talking about how much Y/N wants to suck Malfoy’s dick

he’s not stupid, he knows you get sexualized by that dumbass constantly, even before y’all started dating

basically he finds draco in the boys bathroom, corners him, and beats the fuck out of him 

“if you ever get near my girlfriend again, i swear to godric i won’t be so nice next time - don’t wanna get your balls cut off before 17 do you?” 

oh and he’s stupid hot when he’s mad btw but we all been knew

he finds you where he always finds you once you start dating, in his dorm stop his bed

He swallows thickly at the sight of you clearly upset, watching you sit up immediately tears welling in your throat as you begin to apologize. “Freddie, love, I didn’t do anything I promise I didn’t want him to come onto me-“ “Y/N, it’s never your fault. You have to trust me with that I...I hate seeing people hurt you love.” He pulls your body into him whne he reaches the bed, touching you like you’re porcelain, careful not to break you. “I know I get violent and angry or pouty when guys do that to you because I feel like you’ll either choose someone else or I can’t protect you and...you mean everything to me, my angel.” He whispers into your hair, tears stealing on his cheeks. “I promise no one will hurt you anymore because I love you and loving someone means you do anything for them.” He babbles like a small boy, convincing himself of everything until he realizes he’s said it and he inhales. “Y/N y-you don’t have to say it ba-“ “I want to say it back. Remember? I love you and I need you, Fred.” You look up at him softly, chin on his chest and he smiles through tears on his face. “And I love you and I need YOU, my love.”

fred knows you love him and choose him over everyone but again

he gets insecure

in the way George is scared people won’t see him as Fred

fred is afraid you’ll find someone better

someone more stable and less quick tempered

you guys have fights sometimes that end in frustration or angry sex

but fred is always there an hour later sitting outside your dorm door praying to god you forgive him for his mistake

he’s never abusive or malicious

he just gets impulsive with pranks or doesn’t consider feelings sometimes

ON TO THE BURROW!!!!

molly is so thankful for you and hugs you immediately as you walk through the door whispering

“Thank you for making my son feel how he deserves” and your eyes water lightly murmuring a thank you

you instantly catch bill’s attention as he notices the way fred is so much calmer and confident with you around

he seems more sure of himself, and not as angry

his temper too is calmer with your presence, as if the very essence of you is soothing to all youre around

he is, so so in love with you

and yes he can be brash

and yes he can be insecure

and yes he can be impulsive

but yes he would do anything for you

but yes he sees you like no one else can

but yes he knows you struggle and he wants to be there

fred weasley is absolutely incandescently in love with you

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader #Fred weasley imagines #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Hell and Back Pt.1

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader 

Warnings: Language, drug use, mentions of death/the dead, parental neglect, mentions of selling hard drugs, brief mention of drugging, self deprecating thoughts, near death.

Word Count: 4.5k

Songs: Trouble Dont Last Always- Rev Timothy Wright, Violent- carolesdaughter, Feel Better- Penelope Scott, Kids- Current Joys, Never (feat. O_super)- Mag.Lo, Weary- Solange, Sleepwalk (Remastered 2010) Santo & Johnny, Dark Red- Steve Lacy, Glitter- 070 Shake. 

“‘I wish I could be a religious person. They always seem so happy and carefree. To be able to put that much trust into something or someone. I know you were never religious but your family was. My family isn’t really all that religious but they did always feel like prayer could solve all. I’d been praying my whole life and not one had ever been answered. All my family is a bunch of hypocrites and sinners, but hey hate the sin not the sinner right? Ha yeah right.”

A/N: The part two of this chapter should be out soon and there was only two proof reads sorry for any mistakes. 

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October 13th 

‘Dear Rose, This is stupid, this shit is for white people. Wait let me try again.’

I ripped the paper in half. I was trying to do that thing where you write letters to dead people to help you get over their deaths or whatever. I never had a diary and I felt stupid doing this in the first place so it was definitely hard. 

I was sitting in one of the queen-sized beds of the hotel room with an empty college-ruled notebook. I heard Bri and MJ go down to get breakfast, but I pretended to be asleep, I wasn’t hungry.

I’d already ripped three pages out but, I was going to do this, I started it and I wasn’t gonna back out now. 

‘So I don’t really know why I’m doing this but I miss you, like a lot. I cried last night. For like the first in at least 6 months. I don’t know why I felt that was important, but it was relieving. I’m in the fanciest hotel I’ve ever stayed (legally) at right now. You’d like it. It's just a Marriott but it’s pretty big. I don’t know if I believe in heaven (or a God even), but I truly hope you’re there right now. I know I’m probably not going if it is real. If it is I know you and my mom and everyone else is there and I just don’t want earth to be the last time I saw y’all. I just feel ungrateful because I’m not happy. I’m not happy to be where I am right now. I know I’m better off than almost everyone else in Melrose but I didn’t earn my spot. I lied and cheated my way to where I am. 

I remember that one argument we had. The biggest one back when you first started selling. I had the audacity to get mad at you for just trying to provide for your family. Then became everything I despised. I was trying to look back on the “good days”. Which was depressing because looking back at what we thought were goods days were just days that weren’t terrible. 

At least when you were selling you never lost yourself. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I just feel burnt out. 

Yesterday me and Bri were fooling around in the hotel which was fun so I guess that’s good. I’m tryna stick to the positives of my day. Another good thing was that I found one of Jay’s hoodies in my bag . It’s pretty comfortable. I miss him too. I’m trying not to think about all the people I’ve lost because that list could go on for eternity. I might do this again, I don’t know it doesn’t feel so stupid anymore. I’m burning this note though. I know you always said no one lives forever but why’d you have to go so soon, the good ones always do. If there’s truly life after death tell my mom I love her for me and I love you too.

Sincerely Y/N,’

October 14th 9:03am

‘I wish I could be a religious person. They always seem so happy and carefree. To be able to put that much trust into something or someone. I know you were never religious but your family was. My family isn’t really all that religious but they did always feel like prayer could solve all. I’d been praying my whole life and not one had ever been answered. All my family is a bunch of hypocrites and sinners, but hey hate the sin not the sinner right? Ha yeah right.

I remember Ms. Williams with that stupid  “Shoot for the moon and if you miss at least you’ll be among the stars” poster. It was tacky and we were always making fun of it. I never realized how much it bothered me until now though. I’d say I have selective memory if I have any memories at all,  but that poster is seared into my mind. I think it might be because I felt like it was mocking me because she knew goddamn well none of us were making it out this city. Let alone ever getting anywhere near the stars. Now, I was the closest to the stars and out of everyone who could've been here it was me. The person who deserves it the least.

Sincerely Y/N,’

October 14th 8:57pm

‘I think the reason I’m still doing this letter thing is because I don’t wanna stop missing you because missing you was better than feeling nothing. I don’t truly think I do anymore. Which sounds bad, but I just mean I’ve gone through the grieving process which I guess means, it’s time to let you go. I’ve never actually gone through a full grieving process without someone else dying in the middle of it. I read this thing once about people having favorite people or a favorite person and I think that was you for me. It means you basically can’t function without that person and when they're not around it makes your emotions go crazy. I don’t really want to say goodbye cause I miss the feeling of you in my life, but when it comes down to it I don’t remember it much. So I guess this is the final goodbye. 

Love Y/N, ’

  I was getting really fucking tired of Thorn. I was getting tired of Y/N L/N too. Why couldn’t I just exist. I don’t wanna have to be anyone. I just wanna get high and eat fruit snacks damn. but I could never have what I want could I.

I was sitting under some storage containers in a warehouse with all these old white men working on weapons and shit. Waiting for Vulture to come in. He flew into the warehouse I could almost see the anger, radiating off of him before he stepped out of the wings. He looked oddly familiar, if I hadn’t killed off all my brain cells I probably would have made the connection sooner but it got made and that’s all that matters. 

The Vulture was Liz’s dad. 

This is a fact I could and would be using to my advantage. I pulled out my backup phone and snapped a couple pictures of the people around me as a torn up van pulled up. 

A man hopped out and Liz’s dad immediately started yelling at the man about something. He seemed to think it was funny though. Like he was high on adrenaline or something. I caught the words Avengers. Then something about Shocker and getting fired. I’m guessing the Shocker had the same idea as me to tell his family about his business. He picked up the closest weapon and fired it at the man. He instantly crumbled to the floor in ashes. That was nasty as hell. 

Now these weapons are wayyyy more dangerous than I thought. He stormed out after bestowing another man the title of Shocker. Then it was only me and the guy working on some weird weapon left. I walked over to him and knocked him out. Taking the anti gravity gun with me and some shiny thing I thought looked cool I placed a tracker with a camera and mic on the Vulture suit before leaving. 

That was about two weeks ago. Now, here I was, on the back of the truck of some random company following Vulture around like a lost dog. I should be back at the hotel right now, but I’ve never been known to do what I was supposed to. 

He was talking to someone about a plan to steal more fuel for these weapons. 

I was hiding behind a dumpster and I accidentally hit something on my way to leave. 

I know he saw me. 

Fuck.

I didn’t have time to think I was just running and running. I didn’t even realize I was practically hyperventilating until I made it back to the hotel. I didn’t have the key to my room. I must’ve dropped it somewhere. 

I dropped it because I’m a dumb fuckup who’s gonna get herself and everyone else killed because I could never do anything right. I’d be better off dead. 

I knew Bri and MJ were asleep and I didn’t wanna wake them up. I was sitting by the door trying to keep myself from going into a full blown anxiety attack. I pulled the hood of Jay’s hoodie over my head and pulled my legs up to my chest. 

I think I might’ve drifted off for a second because I opened my eyes and Peter was standing over me looking concerned.

“What?” I asked sitting up. 

“It’s just,” He brought his hand up to his forehead in confusion “Why are you on the floor? Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine, what are you doing up?” 

“I was just walking around,” 

That wasn’t a very clear answer. Suspicious. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Your eyes are puffy,” 

“I’m fine, probably just allergies,” He hummed like he didn’t believe my answer. 

“You can go back to your room now,” I added since he was still standing there staring at me. 

“You still never answered my question on why you were sitting out here on the floor,” 

I just ignored him and pulled the hood back over my face. 

He slid down on the floor next to me. 

“I’m not leaving until you answer me,” 

I didn’t feel like talking and honestly? I didn’t want him to leave. 

I turned to face him before saying 

“Looks like you’re gonna be here for a while then,” 

I ended up telling him eventually and he offered to let me stay in his room saying Ned wouldn’t mind. I was too tired to decline the offer. 

“Y/N,” I was awakened by Peter shaking my shoulder. 

“Hmm?” I hummed. 

“You gotta get up,” 

I rolled my eyes and pulled the throw blanket back over my head. I would have flipped over but I probably would’ve fell off the couch.  

“Everyone else is already at breakfast c’mon,” 

He pulled the blanket off of me reeling back when he brushed against my skin. 

“Y/N, you’re burning up,” 

“Mhm hm,” I hummed again turning onto my side. 

“I’m being serious Y/N get up,” 

“Ugh, fine” I exclaimed sitting up. 

“Do you feel sick?” He asked, touching my forehead again.

“I feel fine,” I said pushing his hand away. “Thank you for letting me stay here but, you seriously need to learn to stop being so repetitive,” 

I went downstairs where everyone else was eating breakfast and let MJ and Bri know I was okay. 

Now it’s really fucking stupid to smoke pre-rolls if you don’t want to be drugged but last night when I was watching out for Vulture someone offered them to me. Perks of pretty privilege I guess. MJ was all of my impulse control and she wasn’t with me so I smoked it. 

And when I tell you this shit was strong I mean it was strong. I have a high tolerance when it comes to weed because I smoke a lot but this hit hard. Surprised I wasn’t shaking. Maybe I was. 

Normally you don’t get full body highs from smoking. It’s usually edibles that do that but this wow. Couldn’t tell if this was Indica or Sativa. I thought it was Indica at first but I had too much energy for that. Maybe it was a hybrid if so, that’d explain the fog over my brain. 

I wasn’t thinking clearly I knew I shouldn’t get any closer to Peter than I already was, but I was bored. 

Now we were on top of some middle school jumping the roofs. I'm pretty sure he was only here because he wanted to keep tabs on me since he found me on the verge of a panic attack last night and currently thinks I’m sick. 

“Are you sure this is safe?” He asked.

“Yes it’s safe, don’t be a pussy,” I rolled my eyes “Besides I do it all the time,”

“So you go to D.C and jump to different roofs of a middle school all the time?”

“You know what I meant smartass,” I elbowed him lightly and he laughed. 

I laid on my back and shortly after he joined me. 

“How do they get shirts so soft,” 

“What?”

“I said how do they get shirts so soft,” I sat up. 

“I don’t know probably lots of thr-” 

“C’mon let’s go down there,” I interrupted pointing at the building before hopping down. Running through the mall looking through almost every store I’d spent about $1,000 just shopping for everyone who came to mind. Eventually I walked into Zumiez with Peter trailing behind me. I was looking at the hoodies by the skateboard rack. 

“I always wanted a skateboard as a kid,” He said coming up behind me. 

“Pick one,” I nodded my head towards the rack of decks. “I’ll get it for you,” 

“ I can’t let you do that,” He said. 

“No, I insist,” I laughed at my word choice “That’s a fancy word” I laughed and he laughed too “No but for real, pick a deck and I’ll buy it for you,” He shook his head “I’m not leaving until you do,” I turned his words from the earlier night onto him.

“Fine,” he sighed walking back over to the shelf. 

After picking the rest of the accessories for the board he said. 

“I still have no idea how to ride it,” 

And with me still not thinking I said

“Ok then I’ll teach you,”

We headed back out the mall but not before I got a diamond chain because why the hell not. We were about to get on a train to head back until I interjected. 

“Wait,” I grabbed his arm. “Come with me,” 

“Are you sure this is safe?” He asked as we sat under the bridge that the train runs over. 

I laughed at his nervousness. 

“I do this all the time and I'm still here, aren’t I? Don’t be a pussy,” 

Waiting for the next train coming over I put on a song that's been stuck in my head for a while. Weary by Solange. I didn’t realize I was singing along until he complimented my voice.

“You should sing more often, you have a really nice voice.” 

“Shh” I hushed feeling my heats heating up at the compliment. Soon I felt the train coming “Just live,” 

I leaned back on my elbows and closed my eyes. I guess this was some form of therapy. The rumbling of the tracks traveled through my body. It would’ve been loud but I’ve picked up the ability to block out noises I don’t want to hear on command. After the train passed the sun was already setting. I figure I might as well get food. This would classify as the first real meal I’ve eaten in awhile. I’ve heard of people not being able to eat unless high which I never thought would or could happen to me. Right next to the restaurant we ate at. There was a 7/11. I’m not sure how many people know this but almost every night shift employee at 7/11 is a plug.

“Can you hold my bags real quick?” I asked.

He nodded so I let him know I’d be back quickly and I had to go to the bathroom 

I did not.

The employee I ran into proved my earlier statement.

He had about 10 mg of adderall and some xans. I wasn’t really planning on taking the xans, maybe I’d just sell them. I went back and forth adderall because it’d enhance my brain function instead of actually producing a high. I got two slushies and some other bottled soft 

drinks. 

 I put the key up to the door then slowly opened it. They were on the couch and looked up at me when they heard the door open. If I knew they weren’t gonna be mad at me for just leaving and not telling anyone, I’d actually be happy because Bri was getting along with my friends. 

“So where’d you go?” MJ asked.

“I just went out mom,”  I replied, sitting on the dresser by the door. 

“Well you clearly went shopping,” Bri said. 

“Yeah and?” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry I had a babysitter,” I rolled my eyes again. “You know you can come in right?” I referred to Peter who was still standing by the door.

He moved in, still not moving any farther than the bathroom door. I moved to close the door behind him before sitting on the bed closest to me.

She moved closer to me and looked into my face. 

“Are you high right now?” She asked gazing into my eyes.

“Really?” I asked incredulously “No I’m not, and fuck you, now I’m not gonna give you your shit,” 

“No! I’m sorry,” She said and I rolled my eyes, a smile cracking onto my face “What’d you get me?” She made grabby hands at the bags. 

I handed her the one from Hot Topic. 

“There’s a whole buncha stuff in there but…” I reached into the bag and took out the socks with weed plants on them. “These,” I held them up to her. “These are mine,” 

“Alright weirdo,” she said looking through the bag. I went to go over to MJ but Bri grabbed my arm. 

“Hey where are you getting the money for this?” She asked in a hushed voice.

“Don’t worry about it,” I waved her off. 

I got MJ at least 7 books from a series she was reading and Peter said he had to go back to his room. 

I was watching a movie on Bri’s phone while MJ started reading her book. 

We heard a knock on the door.

I gave Bri a look that said I’ll get it. Then pushed off the bed. It was Liz.

“Hi,” 

“Hey,” 

“Me and some other kids are going to go down to the pool, so we were wondering if you wanna come?” 

“Yeah just gimme a second I’ll be down,” 

I ended up convincing Bri to come with me because I didn’t want it to be awkward. 

It was nice. The pool I mean. There was a slight breeze and pretty much the whole team was there. Minus MJ, Ned, and Peter. 

I didn’t really think about getting my hair wet. People were playing games toward the end of the pool. Bri was halfway in and halfway out on her phone. 

I was floating on my back. It was as if I was drifting down a long river with my eyes closed. The breeze over my body pushing me along. There was a heavy weight on my back that had been building since birth, but the water took a hold of that weight for me. 

I just lied there on my back floating and breathing. 

Things were peaceful at the pool. They however were not back at the room. 

I could not sleep. Believe me I tried. I looked through my bag with “everything” I brought. It wasn’t much since I hadn’t been home in a long time. However I did pack that cart I had in class a while back.

I was scrolling through Tiktok and remembered it was still next to me. I made a tiktok to that one audio with the whistles where you ghost the vapors on each whistle  because I thought it looked cool and I can do whatever I want on my account.

 I don’t know how long it’d be but I finally felt my eyes fall shut for the night.

When I woke up it was weird because I was already at the decathlon. I’d already been working on whatever problem it was that’d we’d gotten, but I didn’t need to because MJ had already gotten us the answer and we’d won. 

I should’ve been more excited. 

 Why wasn’t I excited? 

You couldn’t tell I wasn’t as happy as I made myself seem. I had become quite the little actress over the years and by actress I meant liar, I’m really good at lying. 

I didn’t realize Peter was missing until we’d gotten on the bus to go to the Washington Monument. 

“Hey,” MJ waved her hand in my face “You okay? You’re doing that thing where you scratch your inner arm, and you only do that when somethings on your mind.” 

She placed her hand on mine to stop me 

“So what’s up?” 

“Nothing much like you said just thinking,” 

“About?” 

“Everything,” I didn’t want to tell her what I was really thinking about because things would get real awkward real quick. 

MJ just wouldn't drop it though.

“There’s clearly something bothering you so just tell me what it is you can tell me anything,”

“I just told you,” I sighed. 

“Tell me what you’re really thinking about,” 

“Death,” I looked at her, who looked back at me, “There, you happy with your answer now?” 

“No,” She said and I looked at her knowing it was a look of exasperation. “Who’s death?” She asked.

“Mine,” 

“What about your death?” 

“Just wondering if it’d be painful,” 

“Oh,” 

“Yeah,” 

When we pulled up Bri was standing by MJ, she didn’t want to go into the tower because of it being built by slaves. I understood that I didn’t really want to go either but my feet were moving on their own accord. 

I could’ve fallen asleep right then and there on that elevator. It was if my brain was checking in and out all day. 

I might've. I don’t know. The rip off police officer was saying something but it all sounded like gibberish to me. 

I closed my eyes and leaned on Liz’s shoulder. She patted my head and went back to whatever she was doing. Then there was an audible snap.

Followed by a jerk of the elevator.

My shot open and I looked up at the ceiling and there was a circle of singed metal.

“We’re all gonna die here,” The kid who I believe's name is Abe claimed. 

And for my sake I pretended I didn’t hear him. 

Everyone staring up at the ceiling, another student said.

“We’re freaking screwed,” 

To think I was just thinking about death less than an hour ago and here I was about to taste the sweet kiss of it. 

“I know that was scary, but our safety systems are working,” The police officer said. 

Yeah fucking right that’s what they all say. They just didn’t want us to panic but that’s exactly what I was doing. Panicking. 

“We are very safe in here,” she added. That's what they say seconds before everyone dies. 

The trap door above the elevator opened and everyone began to move again. I could feel the elevator shaking again. No way was I gonna move and risk snapping the cords. 

I was gonna die here. 

Most of the team had gotten out already. Then it was Flash’s turn and he just had to put the fucking trophy up with the rest of everyone. The elevator fell farther as he got out. I wanted to move but I couldn’t. My brain power wasn’t stronger than my muscles. I couldn’t will them to do what I needed them to. 

Something hit the ground above us and the elevator was free falling. 

It stopped second after we were launched to the ground then low and behold Spider-man 

I swear it was like he was stalking me. I’d be kinda freaked out if I didn’t know he was Peter.

When he spoke it was in a very poor accent. 

He was telling Ned not to move because he was shaking the elevator. 

He pulled the metal death box up to the doors and Mr. Harrington, Ned, then Liz got out. 

Spider-man or “Peter” said something but I couldn’t make out what exactly I was still trying to process everything. 

Then the elevator was falling, I reached out towards Spiderman but wasn’t close enough to reach him. 

A web caught my arm but I was still hanging.

Until I wasn’t. My feet were planted on the ground but my brain was moving too fast for me to keep up. 

“Y/N?” My shoulder was being shaken.

“Yeah huh?” I said trying to locate and place an identity to the voice it was Bri. 

“I was asking you if you needed a ride home,” 

Oh yeah she didn't know. 

“Uh I don’t know maybe,” 

“Alright…” She said turning back over to whoever she was talking to this time. 

Since I was the one to almost fall they wanted to check me out in one of the ambulances. 

Which I do not trust at all.

The whole medical field is a giant scam so is insurance, ask MJ she’ll tell you. 

Once we’d gotten back to the school. Everyone’s parents were all freaking out over them and asking if they were okay. Majority of everyone had already left. Peter had his Aunt. MJ had her parents. Ned has his dad. Bri had her dad. Everyone has someone.

Well almost everyone. 

Flash was still waiting too. With Mr. Harrington off in the distance. 

Then there were two 

I moved over and sat down on the curb next to him.  

“You got no one either huh?” I asked.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” Fair enough. The hostility was understandable. I did punch him in the face less than a week ago.  

I kept talking though.

“My dad never picks me up from anything either. “ I didn’t really want him to but he could’ve at least asked while I was still living at that apartment and now he expects me to come back like it’s nothing. 

A car pulled up and some random white guy who was probably a chauffeur picked up Flash. 

Then there was one 

I wanted to go home but I had no home.

I guess I had one home in the cemetery. Everyone I love leaves me. That’s something I learned over the years. It applies to many and the sooner you learn that the easier life will be for you. I hadn’t been back here in the longest. I’d normally just show up and clean the graves of the people who I’d known closely. 

This was embarrassing but sometimes I’d talk to my mom. Today was one of those days I sent. I stayed talking to my mom and Rose so much for stopping the letters which I did for way longer than I thought I would. 

I was already in my old neighborhood and before I knew it I was at my “house”.

I really didn’t mean to come home. I just did before I could stop myself.

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[dreamingofmilk]

can I get 3 with Erik? please

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3. "Ok, but first kiss me."

Synopsis: Erik had a reputation of being a fuckboy. That meant you had to be careful around him. Guard your heart. It was a solid plan until he came in and ruined all your plans.

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: cursing

You stared quietly at your friends as you approached them from the Uber you took to the state carnival. You cocked your head in confusion because their boyfriends were with them. And never once in the three weeks of planning this excursion did they mention bringing their fucking boyfriends. 

Of course, why would they, you were the only single one and they really wanted you there and they really wanted you to not feel left out. But how could you not feel left out? Each of your three best friends had their gorgeous boyfriends and you, well let’s just say your Friday nights had become super lonely. 

As you slowly approached them you noticed a guy standing off to the side awkwardly. You immediately recognized him as Tonya’s boyfriend James’ best friend Erik. 

Fuck Erik. 

Well… not literally… plenty of women have already done that and you weren't interested in being the next notch on his bedpost, as much as it seemed like he wanted to, and deep down, in a place you'll never acknowledge out loud, you wanted to. 

You meant fuck Erik in a what are you going to do kind of way. Erik was one of those heart stopping, stomach dropping, butterfly causing looking niggas and you struggled to deal with it. Especially because he made it a point to flirt with you incessantly whenever you were around each other. 

“Hey guys.” You hugged your friends Tonya and Fiona and their boyfriends James and Trey. You smiled with heated cheeks when Erik approached you with his arms spread open wide for a huge hug. Erik wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and bent down to whisper in your ear. 

“Missed you Bunny.” His subtle cologne fills your nose and it takes everything within you not to pant like a bitch in heat. You smiled politely at him and pulled away. Turning around to glare at your friends. 

“What the fuck!” You whisper harshly. They smile devilishly and wrap their arms around you while walking to the front entrance of the fair. 

“You’re always at the dorm girl, we had to get you out.” Tonya said as she stood in the long line. 

“I already agreed to come out with you guys. I wanna know why the fuck is he here!” You quickly glanced back at Erik only to find him shamelessly checking you out. He made eye contact with you and sent you a full on smile, unashamed of him eye fucking you. 

“You stay at home too much whenever we tell you he’ll be there. He likes you and it’s clear that you’ve been avoiding him.” Fiona mentioned. 

“So we figured that we would play Cupid AND have a great time.”

“What if I don’t like him like that.” You started, but your friends were not having it.

“Bullshit. We know your pussy gets a heartbeat whenever he’s around.” Tonya utters with annoyance in her tone. 

Your jaw drops at her vulgarity. She was right. But she didn't have to say it. 

“Now go have fun. Nothing has to come out of this. Just enjoy your time with him and we will all meet up in like two hours.” Fiona pushed you slightly towards Erik, while walking towards her man Trey. 

“Wait we aren’t going to walk around together?” You whisper back. 

“Uh...no.” Tonya uttered and pranced off with James. You watched in awe and shock as your friends left you standing next to the guy that made you fucking weak in the knees and crazy in the head, and he knew it. The longer you watched your friends walk away with their boyfriends. The more you realized that they set this up for the both of you. 

“So what do you want to do first, Bunny?” Erik looked down at you, his arms gesturing that he would buy your tickets for the fair as you approached the ticket booth and entrance. His nickname for you sent shivers down your spine. 

“I’m down for anything.” Erik smirked, licked his lips and stepped forward to buy your tickets.

“I’ll remember that.” You rolled your eyes at his stupidity. Erik shyly took your hand and led you toward your first ride. 

You rode two rides together and got matching henna tattoos, you were surprised when he agreed to get one with you in the same spot. Laughter bubbled up through your throat when he tickled you to distract you when the two of you went into a haunted house. His hands rested gently on your hips, following you slowly through the house of horrors.

The two of you ran out shrieking and giggling when Erik felt one of the actors accidentally brush up against him. 

You slowed down when you passed a booth with a giant stuffed elephant, your eyes big and wide as you stared wantingly. 

“You want it?” Erik asked. You took in your surroundings and noticed the elephant was for a basketball game. Maybe it was your height but you sucked at basketball. 

You slowly shook your head no and started walking ahead of him and away from the giant colorful elephant. 

“Come on bunny, if you want the elephant. I got you.” Erik grabbed you by your waist and pulled you back in front of the game. 

“How many girls have you done this for I wonder.” You muttered. Erik rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet… again and paid the guy. He explained the game and passed Erik three balls. Erik looked back at you and gave you the sweetest smile. A fuckboy shouldn't be able to smile like that, it's disrespectful really. 

“Can I get a kiss for good luck?” You blushed and shook your head. No way! You weren't getting sucked into that trap.

“Damn, worth a shot.” Erik winked at you and turned back to the game. Crossing your arms in front of you, you sway back and forth watching Erik sink three balls easy. 

“Take your pick, bunny.” Erik smirked and turned towards you, his arms spread wide as if he wanted to offer you the world. He really did have game, no wonder so many girls have fawned over him.

You pointed meekly at your elephant and smiled brightly when Erik reached up and got it for you. 

“What are you going to name it?” Erik whispered in your ear. You shivered but smiled softly when he handed it to you. You loved it already.

“N’Jadaka.” You smirked at his shocked face and held back laughter. “Psych.” That was a close one. He looked so genuinely happy that you almost forgot who you were dealing with. You had to be careful. This guy could really hurt you if you got too close.

After winning your prize, Erik took you to the concession stands. "I'm starving. What do you want to eat?"

You shrugged, "I just want a corndog. I'm not really hungry." You were way too nervous to eat right now. It's a wonder you've managed to make it this far. But fate was a cruel ass bitch and you were her favorite victim. Right before Erik started to speak your stomach let out the loudest growl. Louder than anything you've ever heard before. Your eyes flew to the ground with a quickness and you shrunk into yourself, your face hot with embarrassment.

And Erik, the asshole was laughing his ass off. "Lying ass! Ain't no way you got ass and titties like that and you don't eat proper. I don't fuck with girls who don't eat. Makes absolutely no sense to me."

You hit his shoulder as hard as you could, but he didn't even seem to notice it, he didn't even flinch. "Oh, so you have a fetish?" You let a smirk form on your face, some light teasing will smooth over all this awkward energy.

Erik frowned, "What? Fuck no! Take that shit back right now."

"Look, I get it. Thick women are all the rage right now. Do you, buddy." You shook your head.

Erik moved in so quickly. One second you were staring at the back of his head as he walked in front of you and the next he was so close you could count the different flecks of brown in his eyes. You took a step back in shock, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you back. "First of all, don't ever say no shit like that to me again. I'm not like these weak minded niggas out here. I don't need a trend to tell me what I like. And I'm not your buddy. I'm not tryna be your friend, Y/N. I don't know how many times I need to say it."

“Ah, there he is. How many girls has that line worked on?" You smirked and rolled your eyes. 

Erik rolled his eyes, "I'm not a hoe, Y/N."

"Of course not.” You deadpanned.

You both agreed to split a corndog and a huge slice of pizza. You fought, but Erik insisted on paying for all of it and carrying it all to your table. You huffed as you sat down. 

"I could have paid for half, Erik."

He scoffed and scrunched his face, "What kind of weak nigga lets a girl pay for a date? You don't touch your wallet when you're with me Princess."

You couldn't lie, the way he said that, like you actually offended him by mentioning it at all, was a bit of a turn on. You never would have pegged Erik as that type of guy, he had fuckboy written all over him. 

While you were in your thoughts Erik cut the pizza and corndog in half and set up a plate for you. He reached across the table to set it in front of you. "Here you go, Bunny."

You just looked at him, the shock clear as day on your face. "Thank you. I didn't know you could act civilized." 

"There's a lot you don't know about me." He frowned.

You smirked, "I think I know enough." You took a bite of your corn dog and moaned quietly. There was something magical about fair food. It always tasted so much better than anything else. You heard a groan and opened your eyes to see Erik with a pained look on his face. "What's wrong with you?"

He laughed humorlessly and shook his head. "You’re killing me, Y/N." He leaned across the table and grabbed your face. You were so shocked you couldn't react, you just froze, your eyes wide. He slowly leaned in closer, like he was going to kiss you. Part of you was losing your shit and the rest of you waited with bated breath, the anticipation damn near killing you. Erik stared into your eyes, his own half lidded and seductive. After a beat, he wiped his thumb along the side of your mouth. 

"You had some mustard on your face, beautiful." Once your heart rate slowed down a bit, his words finally registered and you were pissed. There he goes playing with your feelings again. And you fell right into it. You looked over at him and he was holding in laughter. You hardened your glare and he laughed so hard he almost fell off the bench.

"Asshole." You muttered under your breath.

He worked hard to reign himself in, all that was left was the occasional snicker. "I couldn't resist. You're so cute when you're angry. Like a bunny."

You pouted and crossed your arms. "I hate you."

"You don't. You like me." He grinned. 

"That would be a negative."

He shrugged and licked his lips watching you bit yours. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Princess."

You ignored him and started looking around the fairgrounds for what to do next. You couldn't hide your excitement when you landed on the ferris wheel.

Erik followed your line of sight. 

"You wanna go on it?"

"Can we please?" You even pouted for good measure.

"Whatever you want, Princess." He smiled. 

You squealed in excitement and shot off toward the ride. The ferris wheel was your favorite. When you were a child you used to go with your dad and he'd let you sit in his lap and watch the lights. The ferris wheel has always had sentimental value to you.

While you were caught in your thoughts you weren't paying attention to where you were going. One second you were running through the fair, ignoring Erik's pleas for you to slow down and the next you tripped and were catapulting to the ground. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for impact, but someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you before you made it to the ground. 

You were spun around so quickly you lost your balance and fell into Erik's chest. He wrapped his hands around your waist and steadied you to his body. You looked up, you actually hadn't really noticed how much taller he was compared to you, you only came to the center of his chest. Erik's face was full of concern. He grabbed your face with both hands and scanned you from head to toe. 

"You ok, Bunny? Did you scrape anything?" You could only shake your head silently, you were still in a bit of a daze. You could feel the shift in the air, you felt it earlier when he wiped the mustard off your face, but it was much more potent now. The air was crackling with electricity. 

Erik pulled you in closer, his head tilting slightly. He was definitely going to kiss you this time. You closed your eyes and leaned in. Just a few more inches, a few more centimeters…

You were both startled out of your bubble when a kid ran by and bumped into you. You inwardly groaned with frustration, but you took some comfort in seeing that Erik was irritated too. That was definitely a close call. You almost got swept away. You had to be careful, Erik may be nicer than you expected, but he was still a fuckboy who would break your heart eventually. You shook off the haze and pulled away. You both made your way to the ferris wheel together, but it was different this time. You refused to acknowledge it, because acknowledging made it real, but Erik didn't let go of your hand the entire way there.

The wait in line for the ferris wheel was awkward to say the least. You could feel the heat from Erik's hand as it held yours. You tried a few times to separate the hold when your hands started to sweat, but he wasn't having it. 

He eyed you sternly after your most recent attempt, "Why do you keep trying to let go? I slaved over a carnival game and won you a prize and you can't even hold my hand? That's cold, beautiful." He pressed his other hand to his chest in playful hurt. 

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, trying your hardest not to swoon at the fact that he called you beautiful again. 

"Oh please, you have girls drool over you all the time, I'm sure you're not worried about me."

He moved forward and handed over your tickets. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bunny." Both of you stepped forward as the ride came to a stop and got into the car. You smirked as you slowly rose up as the other cars were loaded. "Sure sure."

Once you were close to the top, Erik shifted so he was next to you. His hand reached to grab yours. "I'm really happy you came today, Y/N. I hope I get more chances to spend time with you."

You turned to him and smirked to hide your internal swooning. "You are definitely smooth. I'll give you that. No wonder all those girls fawn over you."

Erik pulled back to rub his hands over his face. "Stop saying that shit Y/N! You've been taking little jabs at me all night and it's annoying! Why do you keep shutting me down every time I try to talk to you?"

"Because I refuse to be another one of your hoes who pines away for you while you're on to the next set of open legs! I'm not that kind of girl and I'm not interested in a one night stand with you!" You sneered. 

"That's exactly what I'm talking about! You've been calling me a hoe all night! Where are you getting that shit from!" He raised his voice slightly. 

You scoffed. “Practically every girl on campus. 'Erik's the best I ever had' 'Erik ruined me for other guys' 'Erik turned me out'. It seems like you've fucked everyone on campus but me. Is that why you're so fixated on me now? Because I'm the one pussy you haven't fucked yet?"

Erik's hand shot out and landed on the top of the bench, the loud sound made you jump. He leaned in closer to you, his mouth in a snarl.

"They're all fucking lying! I havent fucked any girl on campus because I've been checking for YOU!" 

Your eyes started to water. How dare he try to play you for some fool. "You must think I'm stupid. Am I a joke to you? You really expect me to believe that?" You tried to hide the break in your voice and the tears threatening to spill, but you were a terrible actress and your face was far too expressive. You looked away to stare at the lights and people down below. You needed a second to get your guard back up.

He frowned, "Yes! I'm not a liar Y/N. I've told you nothing but the truth since I met you. I had no intentions of getting with anyone when I started school, because I wanted to put all of my attention on basketball. I didn't want any girls distracting me from that. I only went to parties because someone had to drive my drunk ass teammates back home. But that changed when I saw you at one of my games freshman year. I didn't know you yet, but you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I've been checking for you ever since, trying to get your attention, trying to get to know you."

You knew you were gaping, but you couldn't help it. "I don't understand. Why would all of those girls lie?"

He scoffed, "Because I turned down so many of them, they were probably embarrassed so they tried to get clout by saying they had sex with me. I heard a few rumours, but I didn't pay it any mind because I knew they were all lies."

You paused, "So all the play flirting?"

Erik kisses his teeth and leaned back, spreading his legs out so his thigh rested against yours. "Wasn't playing at all. I like you Y/N. I've been trying to get you to give me the time of day for over a year. I want to date you, get to know you."

Suddenly all of the things that didn't make sense earlier pieced together. Erik paying for your food, his concern when you almost fell, all of the little pet names he calls you. It all added up and the realization hit you in the gut. 

"I've been horrible to you. You must hate me." You covered your face in your hands. Erik scooted closer to you and pried them away. "I don't hate you at all. Now that I understand where your head is I get why you acted like that. But that's not me, beautiful. I'm not that guy. Everything I've shown you has been genuine."

You nodded, "I know. I see it now."

He smiled and grabbed your hands, "I really like you Y/N. You're smart, and funny, and beautiful, and everything else I want. I want to make you mine, if you'll let me?"

You nodded. "I like you too, Erik. Way more than I wanted to admit."

He smiled brightly and grabbed your face. You closed your eyes as he got closer and tilted his head. You could feel his breath on your lips as he closed in, you could smell his cologne and the crisp night air. When his lips made contact you sighed and leaned into him, your hands fisting in the front of his shirt and pulling him closer. Your lips moved together like they were already familiar with each other, perfectly in sync. Way too soon, Erik pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"Y/N, will you be my girl?"

You smirked, "Ok, but first kiss me."

He grinned, "As you wish."

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[satoruvt]

the color of you - green (3)

i feel like in terms of the patterns im tryna leave this chapter wasnt that good but its ok i like it anyways and i hope u do too

pairing → keigo takami x bakery owner!reader

word count → 2072

summary → you’re not really dating, so you can’t really be in love with him… right?

song inspo → xo by eden

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

The grass is so bright.

You don’t know why it looks particularly vibrant today - maybe it’s the sun. It dots the grass under the trees in unusual polygons, the rays lighting up the green in their early-summer light. Your eyes trace the landscape, starting at the ground before moving up. Brown bark of a tree, then the token green of summer again, and finally blue sky. It’s a good day for a walk. 

Keigo squeezes your hand gently and you’re moved back to real-time, no longer focused on the colors of the world.

You’re still surprised this is so easy - of all of the things you thought this relationship would be, easy wasn’t one of the words that came to mind. But it is, Keigo makes it easy, somehow. The first few days, you went home every night from hanging out, going on “dates” just to scream into your pillow that it was you with pro-hero Hawks - albeit fake, it was you.

And his publicist was right about you gaining business - the bakery was flourishing more than ever before, supportive fans coming to try their beloved hero’s girlfriend’s pastries. The money you were getting as a positive consequence was enough for you to actually have money leftover after groceries and bills, not to mention the few employees you had were getting paid what they deserved.

“Hey, stop spacing out,” Keigo says, stopping in the pathway. When you turn to him with a raised eyebrow, he’s pouting playfully. “You’re supposed to be focused on me.”

“Oh, right, of course,” you keen, placing a hand over your heart. “I’m so sorry, my love! Forgive my incompetence…”

He grins. “All is forgiven if you agree to sit with me under the mighty oak tree over yonder.”

His medieval speak makes you cringe (though you’re sure yours isn’t any better) but you let him lead you to the tree he had in mind. He sits down at its base, under the shade of its leaves, and you follow. You lay so your head is on his lap, resting on your back.

It’s not a designated date today - Keigo had a day off (a “day off”) and called to see if you had one as well. You didn’t have to be to the bakery until later into the afternoon, so you figured it couldn’t hurt to spend some time with him (after all, he is your boyfriend now).

He’s talking about Endeavor, how the two of them are best friends, but the Number One hero just doesn’t know it yet. You’re not really focusing on his words, because it’s hitting you hard that he’s fucking pretty. It’s not like you hadn’t noticed it before - you were (are?) a fan, you noticed that he was attractive, but Lord, if it doesn’t show in the sunlight right now. With his perfectly-unruly hair, light and intelligent eyes -

“Oh!” Keigo says, looking down at you. “I just remembered. We should take some pictures.”

It takes you a moment to recover. “Uh - for what?”

“Social media.” He pulls out his phone from his pocket, and you sit up from his lap. You’re sure the two of you look pathetic, taking selfies in the middle of a park, but then again, what’s the harm?

Keigo taps on the photo app, turns his phone sideways, and you brush down your hair that’s sticking in a million different directions once you see yourself in the frame. It doesn’t take long - Keigo sends you an impatient look anyways and you tell him to shut up - and you scoot behind him, resting your head on his shoulder cutely.

That’s the first photo, gentle smiles and green grass. The second one involves you kissing his cheek, and the third one something stupid with both of you sticking your tongues out at the camera. Once he sends them to you, you save them to your phone before putting it back into your pocket.

They’re cute pictures, and for a moment it almost seems like the whole thing is real.

-

The grass is soothing against your skin, but eventually it’s time for you to get back to the bakery.

The walk back to the main entrance of the park is softer from when the two of you came in, conversation more serious than playful (not to say that Keigo doesn’t tease you when the opportunity arises, because he does).

“Are there any big events coming up?” You ask him, swinging your intertwined hands between the two of you. “Like, that we have to go to?”

“Yeah, there’s a hero awards ceremony,” Keigo says, then grimaces slightly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at an awards ceremony before. Or any hero meetings, aside from maybe two.”

“That’s because they suck and take too much energy.”

“Then why are we going to this one? Isn’t it weird for you to suddenly go now?”

“That’s a good question,” Keigo says, and you noticed you’ve reached the front gate. “I’ve got no fucking clue.”

The chuckle that escapes your lips is genuine, and your hand leaves his with a gentle, “I’ll see you later, Kei,” but he pulls you back suddenly. You’re closer than before, and you furrow your brows at him.

“What -”

“There’s some paparazzi behind you,” Keigo says.

Oh.

“I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”

Oh.

You nod, still reeling from when he pulled you to him, and he leans forward. But wait, why is your heart beating so fast -

Keigo’s lips meet yours in a soft kiss, something only meant to convey feeling to the outside world. It’s innocent, an “I-love-you” kiss, and it takes you half a second to reciprocate. But you do, smiling onto his lips - let’s give ‘em a show, you think to yourself - and he places a hand on your cheek. You cover it with your own, and when he pulls away you lean into his palm on instinct.

“Not gonna lie, hero,” you breathe, “you’re really good at that.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Keigo grins, obviously smug, but you snort.

“Whore.”

“Hey!”

With a laugh, you walk out of the main gate, to the subway station. You can’t help but reminisce about the feeling of Keigo’s lips as you do.

-

The bakery’s having a slow day by the time you walk in, the inside seats only occupied by a few people. The chatter is quiet, barely there, and it reminds you of mid-spring days, sitting outside with friends to catch up. You head back to the kitchen with a greeting to each of your employees, but you barely get started on some cookie dough when you’re called out to the front of the restaurant.

“Y/N, there’s a delivery person here for you,” one of your employees says, and you sigh, thinking about what to do, given that your hands are covered in flour.

“Can you handle it? It’s probably just this week’s dairy,” you respond, working the dough through your fingers. Your employee shakes his head, and he’s got a small smile on his face.

“It’s not that,” he says. “The guy’s got flowers.”

What?

You furrow your brows - “tell him to wait for a minute” - before washing your hands off, wiping the excess water on your apron. When you walk out to the cash register, sure enough, there’s a man waiting with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Are you Y/N?” He asks when you get close enough, and you nod. “From Hawks.”

You take the bouquet in your hands and you hear a camera snap as you do. When you turn your head to the noise, none of the customers in the bakery show any signs of it being them, but you’re sure it’s one of Keigo’s fans who heard his name. The delivery guy walks out of the bakery and you roll your eyes, laughing to yourself. There’s a tag tied around the stems and you pull on it to read it.

Couldn’t help but notice how you looked at the flowers earlier, so I got you some of your own. If I don’t see them on the counter the next time I’m at the bakery, we’re gonna have some problems.

The note is signed with a loopy scribble of Keigo’s name, and then a heart. It makes you smile and you take out your phone to send a picture of the tag to him, along with a message that reads “received loud and clear.” He responds quickly; “good, they better be in the best vase you can find.”

-

“Why are my flowers in a pot?”

You look up from wiping down the counter, brain thoughtlessly telling you to tell whoever it is at the door that the bakery’s closed, but you’re met with a familiar pair of red wings and golden eyes.

You tuck the damp rag into a pocket in your apron, shrugging as Keigo walks closer to the counter. “It’s a bakery, that’s the best vase I can find,” you say, then pout, “besides, it’s rustic, leave it alone.”

He laughs, and you motion for him to follow you back to the kitchen. “So, what brings you here?”

“My flowers.”

You feign offense, draping the back of your hand over your forehead. “Really? Only the flowers? Not to see little old me, your very own girlfriend?”

Keigo hums, dipping his finger into a mostly-empty tub of icing to taste it. “Mm, I take it back. Not the flowers. It was for this kick-ass icing.”

“You like it?” You ask, and he nods, going in for another finger-ful. “You should try the donuts I just made.”

“Holy shit, can I?”

You giggle at his eagerness, then pull out two donuts from the cooling rack nearby. You hand one to Keigo - a classic glazed - before taking your personal favorite off the rack and taking a bite yourself. When Keigo sees you do it, he does too, and you’re immediately overwhelmed in compliments.

“Jesus, Y/N, I think I’m calling it,” he says, mouth full of pastry. “I’m completely in love with you. How the hell did you get this good?”

You feel the flush in your cheeks before it shows, and you shrug, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “I’ve just always had a thing for baking, I guess,” you murmur, placing your half-eaten donut on the counter as you lean against it. “That’s how I got this whole place started.”

Keigo looks at you funny and you realize you haven’t told him too much about your career, so you keep talking. “I started the bakery, like, right out of high school. I already knew that I wanted to bake my whole life, so I never thought about using my quirk to become a hero or going to college or any of that stuff.”

He nods, finishing off his donut in another few bites. The silence is weird, not being filled, and it feels good to talk to him about this, so you keep going, playing with the hem of your apron out of habit. “I know my parents are super proud of me for starting my own business so young, but… I did it so fast, and I worry that they think I’m gonna do everything at that same speed. It just puts a lot of pressure on me, you know?”

When you look at Keigo again, he’s got a certain look in his eyes, and you don’t know what it is. You realize that he probably didn’t want to hear about all of your fears with having your own business and panic flushes through your veins at the sudden thought.

“Oh, sorry, you probably didn’t wanna hear about all that,” you rush out, and Keigo’s quick to respond.

“No, it’s just…” he pauses, tapping his fingers on the counter once, twice. “You just summed up my entire career.”

It’s your turn to look at him funny, and it’s his turn to tell you his sob story. “I was chosen to be a hero when I was, like, ten or eleven or something, and I started my own agency when I was eighteen. I like being known as the hero with speed, as someone who can get shit done, but… it’s a lot, sometimes.”

He meets your eyes, and you’re very aware of the new understanding the two of you share. There’s something different in the way he looks at you, now.

And it’s good.

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Off Day: Five

Early snow started flying just as Bucky pulled into Char’s driveway. There wasn’t another car, but it was pretty likely she was parked in her garage. Especially if it was cold out. 

Bucky zipped his coat and forced himself out the door. He didn’t want to talk to her. Didn’t want to look at her, but it had to be done. He couldn’t have her coming to your shop and starting shit. That was unacceptable, especially when you wouldn’t even answer his phone calls. Not to the shop or your phone. He sighed and made his way up the porch steps, knocking once before letting himself in.

He didn’t expect what he saw. His first instinct was to leave, but, honestly. When did he ever listen to his instincts. He leaned against the counter and pulled out a  pocket knife, just quietly waiting. Some guy had Char bent over the arm of her couch and was plowing into her like he still had another 40 acres of field to go that day. 

It wasn’t the most creative dirty talk he’d ever heard. “Oh fuck, uh yeah baby,” in a deep tone of voice that was almost as irritating as baby talk. Over again until he finally lost it. Amature, Bucky decided. Or a pick up artist. Probably both if he had to rely on that game shit.

“You know,” Bucky drawled as he watched the guy shove his now limp dick back in his jeans, “If you’re tryna pass that kid off as mine, it’s probably a good idea not to let me catch you with someone else hitting it raw. Especially when I know I never did.”

“Hey!” the guy said startled, starting towards him pissed.

Bucky caught Char’s eye and smirked, “Calm down, junior. I’m not here for you,” he said, ignoring the probably 19 year old. 

“Listen Char,” he said, “You gotta leave Y/N alone. She’s not even interested in me.”

“Bullshit,” Char said.

“Char, seriously. That kid probably isn’t even mine. Even if it is I’ll give you money but. We’re done. I’ve had enough. So either you leave Y/N alone or I’ll let Natasha have you.”

The blonde pouted, “Buckaroo,” she tried.

“No. I mean it,” he said. 

“Get the fuck out!” she said after staring at him open-mouthed for a moment. Gearing up for a tantrum. 

“Okay,” Bucky said turning, shaking his head. He’d lay odds that wasn’t his kid. If she even was pregnant. But for now, he decided that wasn’t his problem. Until he had DNA test results in his hand, she wasn’t getting anything. Not if she was gonna keep fucking around. Especially not then. 

He had one purpose right now, and that was to get back in your good books. Seeing Kaity had been a shock. He’d seen her a few months ago just in passing and she’d looked fine. But today, today had scared him. He was scared for you.

He remembered Kaity from school. Three years older. Popular. A cheerleader. A nice girl. Nice to everyone. You’d been her shadow. Meek and quiet. A weird kid. Kaity was the only person you really talked to. The only person you’d be funny with. Your best friend. It was clear that that was still the case. Kaity had straight walked into a room full of bikers and threatened to shoot someone. She loved you. And it was clear if you were back in town to help take care of her, you loved her too. And you were going to have to be without her. 

The thought stabbed at him. Lancing through his heart and twisting as tears prickled at the backs of his eyes. He hated it. He hated that this was happening. After he’d pushed you out of his head, he’d not thought of you much. You were the one that got away and life had to go on. But sometimes. In the dark of his bunk in the army, when he couldn’t sleep. Or now, panting from a nightmare. That’s when he thought of you. Imagined how it could have been.

What it would have been like if he’d not been a pussy. If he’d let himself be soft for you instead of being such a fucking idiot and trying to impress you the way you impress girls like Char that think they’re hard. You didn’t need to be hard. Your whole life was hard. 

He pulled into the parking lot of the shop and just sat in his car a long time, watching the snow. He thought back to a day a lot like this one. Early snow, Just before Thanksgiving. It had been a class trip to some farm or something. He and Steve and Clint had been being stupid. Lagging behind and making jokes about mating season for reasons he couldn’t remember. They were 15. It didn’t really matter why. 

What he did remember was you. You were back at school with a butterfly suture on your cheek bone and limping a little. Keeping to yourself more than normal. Laying low, Bucky figured. Your dad was in trouble again and your mom was stirring shit up in town. Everyone knew you were living at Kaity’s again and that was the only reason you were on this trip. Or had money to buy a cup of hot cider. What you were drinking right now. Bucky didn’t care about what their guide was saying. He was too busy watching you out of the corner of his eye. Watching the snowfall on your hair. It looked like flowers. And he wanted to kiss away each flake that fell on your nose and cheeks. He’d looked away when you caught him staring. “You okay, Bucky?” you’d asked him.

“Fine,” he said, “Spaced out. Sorry.”

There were so many moments like that. Moments where he’d longed to just touch you. When you were little it was easy. He could play tag with you. Laughing as he chased you over the pea-gravel and grass. If he talked to Steve or Clint too much, the teacher would move his desk next to yours. Because he didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to bother you when you did your work. You looked so fucking happy doing it. Intently focused. 

As he got older though, it got harder. Boys and Girls couldn’t play together and the teacher wouldn’t just move him for being a disruption. You got quieter and he had less reasons to try and talk to you. He started getting taller and getting muscles and girls, all kinds of girls flung themselves at him. He lost sight of you for a little while. But there was always some sense that something was wrong when you weren’t in class that day. And when he lost his virginity at 14 in the janitor's closet of the movie theater where he got his first job, he felt a vague sense of loss. Jeanette was a nice girl. Bubbly. Perky. But she wasn’t you, though it wasn’t, he didn’t realize until he was 17. 

Until he was blackout drunk. Until he realized you’d almost been gone forever. What that sense of loss could mean. 

Bucky watched the snow on the windshield and hardly noticed when Steve got in the passenger seat.

“You okay, Bucky?” he asked, a little worried.

“Have I always been in love with her?” Bucky asked after a long moment.

“Almost as long as I’ve known you, I think.”

“Why didn’t anyone ever tell me that?”

Steve snorted, “Because you were a cocky little shit. You were a bad boy. You wanted all the girls. Not just that one.”

“Was a bad boy?” Bucky asked, half offended.

“Pretty sure you never were a bad boy. You’ve got marshmallow insides.”

“Fuck you, I’m tough.”

“Sure ya are, Buck,” Steve said, “But are you tough enough to actually go through with this?”

“Go through with what?”

“Getting your girl, you ass clown.”

Bucky turned his head to look at Steve and Steve held up his hand, “Look man, it’s been two decades of low key pining after this one little girl. Either go after her or let it all go.”

“I don't know if I can do either one,” he said letting his head fall back.

“Then you don’t deserve her at all.”

Steve got out of the car and left Bucky to think. Walking back into the shop and trusting Bucky to do the right thing. Trusting him to follow his heart. 

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[letholigicablogs]

Phases

A/N-  Welcome to letholigicablogs and I hope you stay for a long while. 

Summary: A person who loves can only love for so long until their heart grows tired.  Angst/fluff

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oh babe I know you’re tryna do you, but I heard you fell off After a couple bad nights And 20 cold hearts, mmm Tryna find a new you, but  I heard you got lost Tryna figure your worth What the hell does that cost?

The lights turned down, squinting I tried to find your figure in the mass of bodies littered in the all too small space. I pushed my way to the bar, instantly spotting you, the you that currently has a girl undressing you with her eyes. 

“Ahem,” With a roll of her eyes, the barely dressed girl turned. Eyes darkening at the sight of you. 

“Can I help you?” she stared, “If not, we’re kind of busy here.”

“Actually, from afar, no scratch that, at every angle you, you don’t seem busy. Unless ogling at my best friend is what you call busy... I got some-”

“Y/N” 

Ah finally, the man of the hour turns his attention to you. You look to the girl, you can almost see the gears in her head turning and she huffs and walks off to who knows where, and then it was just you- and him. You turn to him- the situation almost a routine at this point, “Com’ on, I’ll take you home.”

In the car, the air felt tense, the two of you afraid to confront the elephant in the room. 

“So, I’m guessing it didn't go well with...”

“Yea.”

And the conversation stopped there. 

Aye! When I’m kissing ya, grippin’ ya thigh  I realized you are destined and meant to be mine  Who am I to conflict with you living your life? Just know when you call, I’m at the end of the line

Three weeks, and there’s a familiar knock at your door. Peaking through the peephole your hands beat your mind to it, already opening the door for the person on the other side. Immediately, his lips are pressed against yours, the desperation to feel you closer becoming overbearing. You straddled his waist, arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers pulling at his hair, pushing him onto the couch. 

“God, I missed you.”

Frenzy hands pull at clothes, throwing it anywhere and everywhere. Your moans fall at his lips, his hands coming up to caress your cheeks, he pauses and for a moment you just look. For a moment you’re scared. 

What. What’s wrong? Did I do something?

You kept thinking, not being able to clearly tell what was going on in the mind of his. 

“Stop it,” he says. It confuses you even further. “That, you have that look on your face. As if, as if I’ll disappear if you close your eyes.”

Can you blame me? You wanted to say. Instead, you say “I love you.” 

In a blink of an eye, he’s kissing you again, yet in the back of your head you can’t shake off the fact that he doesn’t say it back. 

Of the fifteen years knowing each other, seven of those you harbored feelings for your best friend, in the seven years, you’ve told him you loved him for three. You have yet to hear him say it. 

Were you a fool? Maybe. Were you hopelessly in love with your best friend? Definitely. 

You ask him to stay the night, and he does. For the first time in long while you sleep soundly with his arms around you. The morning comes and he’s no longer there beside you, with a sigh you get ready for the day. 

I’ll practice my patience While you’re getting wasted  ‘Til fate brings you home  I’ll wait through your phases You’ll shuffle through faces Like songs in your playlist  ‘Til fate brings you home (home)  I’ll wait through your phases, phases, oh (hey)

“Order for Brandon!” You smile as a young man approaches you, “Come again!”

“Y/N. Y/N. Pssst. Hey, Y/N.” Sarah, your long-time co-worker, and friend. Having already had this conversation multiple times, you ignore her. 

“Just try it, please. You never know, he might be the one.”

“I’m not interested.”

“You’re not interested? Is it really just that? Or is it because of him?”

You stop what you’re doing, hands placing down the rag. “I’m not interested.”

“How long will you wait for him, you know this isn’t healthy Y/N. You can’t even guarantee where you stand in his life and you-”

“She’s a very important person.” You both look up and your eyes instantly fall on his lean figure. With a shake of her head, Sarah leaves the two of you. 

“What are you doing here?” You can’t help but smile at the thought of him being here for you. You don’t say that, of course. 

“We need to talk,” and just like that, everything diminishes. 

After two more crucial hours, you’re finally turning the ‘CLOSED’ sign over the entrance. Locking the doors, you see him getting out of his car, gesturing for you to get in. 

Your hands are clasped tightly together, eyes looking straight ahead, you don’t- you can’t, dare to look at his side. You’ve been in this situation more than you’d like. 

“List-” he starts, you cut him off. “What’s her name?”

“Isabelle.”

“Okay.”

Hittin’ all the right cues and leaving your mark But I know that ain’t you (Ain’t you)  You’re just playing your part (Ha-ha), baby, uh  Tryna fit in them shoes, but you take it too far (too far)  It doesn't matter where it takes you  I’ll go wherever you are (oh)

Grasping the remains of the indigo-colored dress, you struggled to walk the remaining steps, “Remind me again why you go to these things?” 

Leaning against his car, he instantly comes to your aid, not without laughing at your struggling form. “Because it’s important to my dad and the business.”

With a huff, you make yourself comfortable in the passenger seat, a dull ache in your heels already forming just from walking down the stairs of your apartment complex.

“But it’s not what you want, is it.” Rather than a question, it came off your tongue as a statement because you both knew you were speaking the truth. 

He only laughs and all you can do is stare in awe at the man before you. 

yeah, I’m really tired of being soft-spoken  You got me broken, writing songs about you daily and it’s messing with my focus you fuck with him, but we both realize that he was bogus  I’m the one for you, so why do I feel like I go unnoticed  I’m talking more than clothes hittin’ floors  We’re falling off track, but not the rack like a chore

“We can’t do this anymore, Y/N.” He sat at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head hung low while his fingers pulled at the roots of his hair. A routine, this is what this is to him. He comes, he leaves, you wait with open arms, he runs back. Repeat. Like all things between you, this isn’t the first. 

Yet today you just crack. What starts off as a low chuckle becomes a full-on laugh, you were in hysterics, and then all of a sudden the immense feeling of tiredness weighs down on your shoulders and your crying.  

You don’t know what happened, all you know is you’re in his arms your head resting on the crook of his neck. You manage to pull your self together, at least enough to get your words said. 

“You’re right, we can’t do this anymore. Fuck, I’m- I’m tired of always being the one to wait on you. My heart wants you, all of you, but my mind says otherwise. I love you, so much, to the point where I- I just- it hurts.”

“Baby...”

“N-no, let me finish. There’s moments where I feel that in your own fucked up way you love me too, and then there’s times where I go unnoticed by you and- I love you more than anything but- but my heart can only take so much.” 

oh, look, another butterfly, I feel it in my core Even though you ain’t mine, it’s the fact that I’m yours  It’s the fact that my life ain’t complete without yours 

One, two, three months pass and you wonder if that was really it between you and him. You want him in your arms, you want his heart, you want his everything, but you can’t be selfish. You’d rather not have him than have him but the two of you breaking each other down. Thinking to yourself, maybe in another lifetime your hearts would fall in love at the right time, for now- for now, you have to put yourself first. But that’s the thing with life, it hits you randomly in the head. And you’re tested, like now. 

“Hi.” Your stomach turns and you can’t tell if it’s good or bad.

He points at the seat infront of you, a cup of coffee in his left hand. “Is this seat taken?”

You shake your head, “No, go ahead.” The shop was placed smack in the middle of the city, and it baffles you, out of all the coffee places, out of all the times, the one time you step outside your apartment, you can't help but laugh at yourself.

“How have you been?” He looks at you and you feel small in his stare, you wanted to say so many things like  I’m currently a mess, sleep-deprived mostly, you?

You decide against it.

 “I’m okay.” and you prayed you sounded convincing in the slightest. 

It’s the fact that at night I be tryna ignore Catching overseas flights just to knock at your door ‘Cause you put my planet in orbit  Star girl, your body’s so solar

A knock at your door at 2:30am wakes you up from the sleep you’ve been denied of for the past week. With a grunt, and an almost fall, you manage to cover yourself up, sleep still evident in your eyes. But upon opening the door, you’re wide awake. Sober, unlike the man on the other side. 

“I caught a taxi to get here. I thought I- I thought I gave him my ad-address but I- I guess n- not.”

Grabbing his arms, you pulled, no-  more like dragged him to the couch. Coming back with a cup of water you’re left waiting for him to somewhat become sober. No words exchanged, you ran around the place, getting what you needed, and finally, after what seemed like forever, you were finally in front of him again, a pillow and blanket in your arms. 

“Here, you can stay here for the night.” In a second you were up and turning to your room if it wasn’t for the hand stopping you from leaving. 

“I’m sorry.” You’ve heard that many times before, it gets tiring after a while.

“Goodn-”

“No, please just- just listen. I let you walk away last time, but not anymore. I have so many things to say and- fuck,” he’s sitting up straight, his face gone completely sober. “I need you to know that I’m sorry, for all the things I did. It was selfish of me to think- to think you’d wait for me.”

You can’t help but scoff at his words, “I did wait, for three years actually.”

“Y/N- fuck,” he’s up again, hands in his hair, pacing back and forth in the small space the living room provided. “I- I love you, shit, I love you, okay? I came here to say that, and to apologize for putting you through all the shit I did. And call me fucking desperate, but I had a slim hope that maybe- maybe you’d still love me.”

“You’re drunk.” 

“Promise you, baby, I’m sober” 

Just wait ‘til you give in and finally come over  I can’t wait to tell you, 

He’s picking you up, and your legs are around his waist, the feelings in you, you can barely contain it, and for a second you think he can feel your heart beating through your chest. In between kisses, you’re leading him to your bedroom, as if he doesn’t have it mapped out in his mind. Pushing you onto the bed he’s murmuring incoherent words, and you’re left breathless again. 

“Say it again.” you breathed out. 

“I love you.”

“Again,”

“I love you.”

#prettymuch #phases #angst #fluff #prettymuch fanfiction #prettymuchangst #prettymuch beanz #songfic

[brattywriters-anonymous]

Mystique

A short story based on this post

by @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Warnings: presmut. drug usage.

Kamaria Egolston is the definition of all work and no play. She just landed her huge tech job in Silicon Valley after completing grad school last fall. She finished magna cum laude majoring Information Technology with a concentration in Engineering. So she often appointed her rigidness whilst at Stanford as focusing on her grades. The only friends she made were in class and in her study groups, so by the time she actually graduated, she didn’t really have many friends to mingle with. That is except for her two girlfriends she made her first year at SU, Cynthia and Adia. They were all like three peas in a pod, except for when it came time to party. Kamaria left all of that to the two of them.

That all changes tonight. Kamaria sighed as she threw her final empty box on the other side of her room, “I’m officially moved in!” She hears her phone go off in the facetime ringtone, It’s Cynthia and Adia. “Hellooo?” “Kami! You getting ready?” Kamaria rolls her eyes at her friends, “No. I finally just got unpacked. Can I at least take a shower first?” Adia interjected, “Well duh! You can’t go out smelling like you been pushing boxes all day in this California heat!” Kamaria flashes a middle finger her off as she shuffles her way into her bathroom, “I’ll text y’all when I’m on my way!” Cynthia chimes in, “I’ll text you the address to the Air B&B, we’ll pregame there before the kickback.”

It was Cyn’s grand plan to take Kamaria to a house party in Oakland, to be specific Cyn’s foster brother’s house party. It was perfect timing that Zoe would host a party on Kamaria’s twenty-sixth birthday. It was a must that the whole crew got lit and none of them were driving two hours back to the valley. Hell, none of them were driving back to their decked out Air B&B either. They were taking an Uber to and from Zoe’s party. Kamaria finally hopped out of her shower and picked out the outfit that Cynthia and Adia collectively bought for her as a graduation gift. She couldn’t stop trying to cover up as the lace bodysuit she’s sporting left nothing to the imagination, and the lace pants that all these girls have been sporting definitely were no better. Kamaria threw her shoes in her purse since she can’t drive in heels and proceeds to apply her makeup for the night.

Just like clockwork, as soon as she finishes up and grabs her overnight bag, Cyn sends her the address. Her drive is as smooth as it could be on a Friday night, the traffic doesn’t hit until she’s four miles away from her destination. Kamaria’s mind starts to drift and she hears a horn beeping at her. She looks ahead of her right away to see that she can’t move ahead so she shrugs it off, thinking it’s the car in the lane over from her. She hears the horn again and looks back, her ratchet ass best friends are two cars behind her in the lane next to her. “HEY BIIIIIIIIIIIT!” Cyn yells out in the passenger seat. She rolls down her window, “When did y’all leave?” Adia shrugs, “About ten minutes after you said you left. You drive slow!” “Did y’all eat yet?” The girls look at each other in their car and shake their heads, “Nah.” Kamaria starts her thinking face, “I want some tacos!” Cynthia screams, “I know a spot! Put in Cholita Linda.” It was an eight minute drive from where they were on the freeway.

They arrived to the color-filled eatery around eight PM. They choose to sit by the window to get a nice view of Telegraph Avenue. The waiter arrives with a thick Spanish accent, “Hola mamitas! Welcome to Cholita Linda, my name is Rosalyn. What can I get ‘cha?” Kamaria orders the fish tacos and a glass of Sangria. Adia orders a Cubano with a glass of Cabernet. Cynthia opts for the Carne Asada tacos, chips and guac and a Corona. The girls are all enjoying the scenery and drinks when a guy catches Kamaria’s attention. She didn’t want to alarm the girls so she keeps a cool demeanor as their conversing about Cyn’s brother.

“This nigga keeps tryna get me to move back home. I’m telling him if I can find a job out here matching the ends that I’m making in the valley then I’m on a one way back here! Other than that, I’ll catch you when I’m here!” Adia agrees with her friend, “Yeah the money is too good out there to just be going anywhere else.” Kamaria catches a glimpse of the mysterious man’s side profile, he was smiling. Dimple on full display and from what she could see, he sported a gold cap on his lower canine. His profile alone makes Kamaria straighten up in her seat. Cyn turns to her, “What’chu think K?” She blinks out of her trance and looks out of the window, “I heard the Wakandan Outreach Center is looking for people in IT. I only heard about it after I accepted my offer, otherwise I would’ve came out here.” Adia’s eyes widen, “Oh yeah! I heard that too! I heard about that fine ass King that built it too!” Cyn protests, “Girl don’t he got a girl? Nokia or something?” Adia goes back, “Nakia, Cynthia. They broke up a while back though.” Kamia reels back in surprise, “How do you know this?” Adia shrugs her intelligence off, “Since T’challa revealed what Wakanda is really about, he’s all over theshaderoom, bossip, icecreamconvos..” “The list of blogs go on and on. So anyway, I may look into that. Zoe and Erik have been riding me hard about coming back.”

Kamaria looks over in the man’s direction again, she catches him staring right back at her. She looks down by reflex, biting her lip to mask her smile. “What’chu over there smiling at?” “I just thought about something.” Oh she’s thinking alright. The way he licked his full lips at her as if he was ready to devour her on the next table has Kamaria’s thoughts racing. She chugs her Sangria and looks around for Rosalyn, she must be on a break or something because she’s nowhere to be found. “I need some water, I’ll be back.” The parched woman gets up and struts in the mystery man’s direction. As if he felt her presence arising, he turns back around to face her, only to see her standing right beside her. “Hello, can I get a water please? I can’t find my waiter.” The bartender nods as the man sizes her up, “Where you going looking like that?” Kamaria turns to him to witness his tongue darting out, sliding across his teeth at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Looking like what, exactly?” Her eyes narrow in suspense, awaiting his response. He drags his finger in mid-air, up and down. Pointing through her an-sable, “That. You must have a date tonight or somethin’.” Kamaria shakes her head, “Nah. Just a night out with my girls.” The man places his hands in his pockets as he closes their distance, “That’s a shame. If you were my date, dressed like that. Girl, I’d rip through--” “Here ya go mami, Agua.” She stares at the frosted cup and back up at him, “Goodnight.” She grabs the beverage and starts back to the table, He replies as she walks away, “Goodnight to you too.”

The girls must have been tied up into whatever conversation they were having because they don’t even question Kamaria about her little run in at the bar. She spends the rest of the time in the restaurant quiet listening to her girls rant and rave about their boyfriends and the ain’t shit, shit that they do. They exit the establishment in laughter as Adia goes, “K, you lucky you ain’t gotta deal with this shit! Be single for as long as you can bit! As soon as you get a nigga, BOOM. He get to acting like it’s his first day on the planet!” “Anyway, off them niggas! It’s K’s big two-six! So you know we about to do it big! Lets get our asses to the spot!”

The trio arrive at the estate. “Damn Dia! You did this!” She pops her collar, “Well, you know! What can I say?” She laughs before continuing, “What did you get for us to get this pregame poppin’? It’s almost midnight and almost Kamaria’s birthday!” Cynthia digs around in her duffle bag and pulls out a bottle of Hennessy white. Kamaria could already feel the hangover coming as she slaps her forehead, “Oh, God.” Cynthia pulls out another one with her other hand, “Oh, God is right! We doing it up boo! We got this bomb ass place for two nights, we about to get lit at my brodie’s party! It’s only right bestie!” She poured up the shots, “Everybody raise em up! Raise em up!” They all do so. “To Kamaria! The genius. The beauty. The wonderful. May twenty-sex! Treat you as well as you treat the ones you love! Salud!” Kamaria shoots her shot straight back, wincing at the burn in her throat.

They arrive to the party fifteen till midnight, tipsy and ready to dance. Kamaria is still feeling self conscious about her revealing outfit so she puts on her cropped jacket over it. The Uber pulls up to Zoe’s house the street is filled with cars. His porch and driveway was littered with party goers. Cyn leads the way through until they get in the house. The live Dj is next to the entertainment center, the living room’s red colored lights made it almost difficult to clearly see anyone. Cyn guides the duo to what looks to be the dining room where Zoe stands with two girls on each arm, “Oh shit, Cyn! I didn’t think you was gon make it Beans!” “I told you I was comin’ Rice! Damn, have you no faith in your sis?” He shakes his head as he takes a drag from his re-rolled backwood, “Nah. I don’t.” She slaps him upside his head, “Fuck you nigga!” “Ew. No thanks!” “Zoe, these are my besties, Adia--” She waves, “Hi.” “--and Kamaria” She nods, “Hello.” “Oh so this is the birthday girl?” Zoe parts ways with his women as he comes to the realization.

“That’ll be me.” He nods, “Hmph. Well, I gotta show you how we celebrate birthdays in Oak Town. Aye, E!” He signaled for someone over in the living room, “Waddup, Z!” Kamaria’s face hardened at the raspy deep voice that replied at Zoe’s call. She shifts past her girls to see who the voice belongs to, and lo and behold. It’s the guy she saw at Cholita Linda. She put her hand over her mouth in astonishment, “Shit.” She whispered as he approaches them, “Erik, this is Kamaria. To my understanding it’s her birthday.” “Nice to see you again, beautiful. Happy birthday.” He holds his hand out, awaiting to meet hers. She accepts the gesture, grasping his hand. He takes hers and places one single kiss in the middle of her outer palm. Kamaria shivers as she retrieves it, “Thank you, Erik.” He smirks as his tongue drags across his teeth again, as it did earlier. “Care for a dance, birthday girl?” She looks to her girls, Adia gave her a “Bitch what you waiting for?” look, Cyn says, “He’s the bro girl, you safe.”

Kamaria finally pieces it together that it’s the same Erik that Cyn and Zoe grew up with. She nods, “Okay.” Now, even though Kamaria was a homebody, she still has rhythm and since she has a shape to her, it would’ve been a shame if she didn’t know how to move it. So she would go on YouTube and Instagram and watched videos of twerking in her spare time and would practice. It looks like that’s what the crowd was doing so she simply follows suit. Her body whines back and forth as Erik’s hands find hers as his body hugs against hers. Just as they were finding a rhythm to whatever song was playing, the music stops. “Ehh Emm.. Check one two, one two! Alright, excuse me fam! It’s my bitch Kami’s birthday and she gots to get down one time to her song! Happy birthday BIIIIITT! Hit it DJ.” Birthday bitch starts blaring through the speakers.

Kamaria exclaims, “Oooooohhh!” She dips her body lower and Erik follows suit, gripping her by her hips. Her body is gyrating against her partner’s as she feels a finger tap her, it’s Adia’s “Here. It’s from Zoe. Your birthday blunt.” Kamaria keeps dancing as she finds him, “Aye! You got twenty five more like that comin’ up so you better start now!” She takes the lighter from Adia and sparks up. Since she’s not able to put her hands on her knees because she’s smoking, she has to stand up slightly arched as she sways back and forth to her birthday song. Erik inches his head to her ear, “You know how to shake sum K.” She grins, “Yeah, I do.” She whines her body to turn toward him, “So what were you saying earlier?” His brow raises, “When?” “At the restaurant. You said if you were my date and if I was wearing what I am wearing..” She pauses her statement as she takes a drag and presses her pelvis against his, “You’d do..what?” 

Erik laughs, looking at the ceiling as if he is composing himself, says, “I’d rip through all that shit.” That shiver returns to Kamaria’s body and she stops dancing, motioning the blunt to Erik. He takes it, still hanging onto their stare. “Since it’s your birthday, I’d definitely rip all that shit off. Give you some good birthday dick.” Kamaria bites her lip at the thought, “Hmm..” On queue, Mad Cobra’s “Flex” comes on. Erik hands her backwood back, she turns back against him and slowly whines to the beat. Her body temperature heats up and as she recognizes Erik’s does the same. She suddenly slows her motions, he goes back against her ear, “You feel it, don’t you?” Her head rolls back, resting against his chest. His hand grips her inner thigh as he murmurs, “You coming with me?” She giggles as her next words struggle to come out, “W-what?” He grips her thigh harder so that her body can press against his even more so she could feel exactly how hard he is under his pants. Her body shivers again, “I SAID, you coming with Daddy?”

--

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[iamrheaspeaks]

You Owe Me!

I haven’t written shit in years and prose isn't really my genre but this is happening 🤷🏾‍♀️ I’m forcing myself to post. Lightly proofread. But anyway, here’s my little OC! baby...

A/N: Bold italics are song lyrics

Word Count: ~1750

Warnings: None?!

Milly had been running on autopilot all day. Only getting four hours of sleep, and didn’t have time to smoke before work. Plus, she was just sick of being affected by everyone’s negative energy. You could understand why she couldn’t wait to just get home and shower away the filth of all things today. Ishe was still sleep in bed when Milly got in, ���Let me tip toe my way into the bathroom”, she thought to herself.

As the hot water from the shower ran over her, Milly started to feel less bogged down from today’s events. Finally letting out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding on to. Her whole body relaxing as the tension washed away down the drain with the suds. After finishing the rest of her shower routine Milly makes her way into their bedroom. Ishe’s now awake, sitting in bed watching dumbass fight videos on WorldStar.

“How was work?” Ishe asked not even bothering to look up from his phone.  

“Absolute shit! The fucking AC broke in the whole damn building and there was mandatory staff training today. Being stuck in a room full of sweaty balls, desperation and body heat is a FUCKING nightmare”! Milly recants as she searched through the small pile of clothes on her side of the bed for a specific pair of pajama shorts. As Milly continues to rant Ishe begins to make his way over to the desk in the opposite corner of the room.  

“Damn!” Ishe manages to squawk out before silently laughing, suddenly more glad that he was off today. And he would never admit it but it was kinda turning him on, “Imma load up Coral for you so you can get some down time. Sounds like you need it”! He turns to face forward in the seat to continue loading when he adds on, “Plus, I’m kinda scared for my boys” losing focus again and instinctively grabbing his junk with his non-dominant hand. Looking at her briefly through the mirror Ishe begins taking in just how compromising Milly’s current position is. Bent over at the waist totally oblivious to her surroundings, head deep in a pile of clothes that all happened to be varying shades of black, completely nude.

“You should be!” Milly chuckled while rolling her eyes at his half-failed attempt to lighten the mood. Coral is Milly’s three-piece; 3D printed stackable water pipe. Couldn’t 100% compare to the glass piece she normally used but it was a good conversation starter. And the bitch hit, HARD! “Anyway…thank you! I’m probably gonna take a hit or two, clear my Instagram and then come down stairs so we can finally go out and do the food shopping”. Ishe already in motion to the door at this point since he was done with Coral, paused slightly to look over his shoulder back to her with his left eyebrow raised, “Bet!”

 ~

 “Damn!” Ishe says to himself looking at the time on his phone and realizing that Milly is probably dead to the world. On his way to use the bathroom he peaks his head in the room to see and sure enough, she was knocked out. “Food shopping my ass”, Ishe thought to himself continuing to head to the bathroom. On his way out, after having decided to just go to the store without her Ishe stopped to take in the sight before him. Milly was sprawled out on the bed in nothing but a pair black running shorts with a pink trimming. They accentuated her ass, which made them his favorite. The lack of a top left Milly’s back tattoo on display. Full sized angel wings with the quote “angels speak to those who silence their minds long enough to hear” in script tracing along her spine pulling the whole piece together. Of all her tattoos this was the one that made Ishe worship the ground Milly walked on. It was mostly because of the deliberate imperfections she had the tattoo artist incorporate. Milly was adamant about the wings looking frayed and slightly scorched. Burned even, as if she literally fell from heaven. She had fallen asleep with her phone in her right hand and with her left on the side of her face making it look like she was adjusting her glasses. Feeling his dick twitch Ishe stuck his tongue out, licking his bottom lip while looking to his phone for the time. “Fuck! Let me get this damn store before it get busy.” Ishe thinks to himself running down the stairs. Ignoring his slight erection.

~

 Shameful to say she woke up about 3 hours later to a quite house and messages from Ishe.

Ishe:

You owe me!

I had to go food shopping by myself 😭

I’ll be back soon though. I’m down the street catching up with Ace. I love you miss!

Still kinda groggy she rereads his messages before dragging the screen from right to left so she could see the time stamp. Eyes shooting to the top of the screen at the time, “FUCK!” Milly shouted while sitting up and fixing her glasses. “Did I really just knock out for 3 fucking hours? What the fuck?” She questioned as her fingers hovered over the phone momentarily thinking of what to finally reply to Ishe.

Milly:

I’m sorry daddy! I guess I was more tired than I thought. Love you too! 💋

Milly smiled to herself as the message sent. She then proceeds to grab one of Ishe’s oversized shirts that she’s claimed and made her way the kitchen to find something to eat. Waking up with the munchies is a bitch!

“…I, I'm a do you dirty/ Say you love me now, baby, it's too early/ I, I'm a do you dirty/ You think you love me now, I think you should be worried…” Milly was dancing around the kitchen shoving her face with fruit while singing along to Kehlani’s “Do U Dirty” when Ishe returned home with Ace in tow. Ace was Ishe’s good friend he met a couple jobs ago and they just stayed in touch. Plus, he was pretty reliable when your personal connect was out of town. The three smoked, chilled and blurted out their random stoner thoughts while watching Ridiculousness. And would all slightly cringe every time Chanel laughed uncontrollably.

 ~

Milly can’t really register when it happened but eventually she was gone to the point where the only things on her mind were sex and sleep. Thinking to herself “Yup, I’m definitely fucking high”! Immediately after the image of riding the shit out Ishe popped into her head. Biting her lip, her core clamped down on nothing, just as her bundle of nerves pulsed at the thought simultaneously. Making it even harder to push the now intrusive images out her mind.

 “…I'm your doctor, when in need/ Want some coke, have some weed/ You know me, I'm your friend…” Curtis Mayfield’s “Pusherman” suddenly blaring from Ace’s plug phone finally broke Milly out her thoughts. She looked up to see Ishe staring at her. Her eyes grew wide as her clouded mind registered that she was squeezing her thighs together. And to make things worse, she was still biting her bottom lip. Ishe raises his eyebrow and glides his tongue across his bottom lip when their eyes meet. The motion causing Milly to shutter in her seat as a chill ran up her spine under his hungry gaze. She could feel his eyes undressing her but couldn’t will herself to look away. Ishe was the first to break the intense glance, to look over at Ace. The sound of his voice made his presence remembered.

 “Yeah I got you ma. Give me 15” Ace responding to the person on the phone before hanging up, “Yo, Ishe, I’ll catch you later bruh. This fine girl that found me on Instagram tryna buy a quarter”. “Uh huh nigga. Whatever.” Ishe responds with a half smirk, it’s obvious he didn’t believe Ace at all. “You are such a man whore Ace! Don’t let your bad guy antics rub off on Ishe or we gonna be fightin!” Milly interjected while gathering things for their retreat upstairs since their company was leaving. Ishe and Ace both side eyed each other before letting out a huge laugh looking back at Milly. Ace responding to her threat, “You know I learned everything I know from YO nigga right?” thumb pointing to her beau. Ishe fake gasped and clutched his imaginary pearls before backhanding Ace in the arm catching him off guard, “Don’t be telling my girl that shit man!”  Milly just shock her head at their childishness and continued her way up the stairs.

 ~

 Ishe finally begin to go upstairs after playing Xbox Live with his cousin for a few games of Black Ops. Milly’s knocked out clutching a stuffed elephant from Ikea in the center of the bed with the light and TV on. Abandoning the shorts she looked so hard for back into the pile, now only wearing Ishe’s shirt. Left leg bent at the knee causing the shirt to rise up, leaving her ass fully exposed. The sight alone was teasing Ishe, almost daring him to do something. The buzz from the weed was starting to fully take over along with the feeling of his dick making his pants tight once again. Ishe couldn’t help but to act on the images that flashed through his mind while staring down at Milly from the doorway.

 Slowly moving to hover over Milly, Ishe further examined the current state of his lover. Her copper colored skin was begging to be caressed. Her thick thighs untouched by any marks or ink. Full round bottom looking inviting as fuck. Ishe’s hand twitched as the urge to smack it came over him, “Not yet” he thought bringing his slight inner turmoil to a halt. Bypassing what was underneath that shirt for now, he started to make Milly stir underneath him. Ishe showered her with deliberate and needy kisses along the back and right side of her neck. When Ishe gently sucked on that sweet spot right behind Milly’s ear it earned him a sleepy moan right before Milly let out a weak “Mmm?” before scrunching up her face and prying her eyes open. Attempting to familiarize herself with the now pitch black bedroom. Just as she’s starting to come to, Milly’s whole body grows stiff as Ishe leans back down barely hovering over her with his mouth a feather’s touch away from her ear. “I told you...You owe me!” Ishe’s voice deep but barely above a whisper as he slowly inched inside of her…

Final Notes:

I’m a sucker for unisex names with interesting meanings 🙃

Milly- Latin origin: means hard worker of gentle strength

Ishe- African origin: means God, lord or leader

@savagesensitivity @another-imaginesblog @cancerianprincess

#rheaspeaks #my writing #my words #my work #you owe me #original characters #this is longer than i expected #milly x ishe #called out #out of my element #here it is #overwhelemed #i had to force myself to post this #i almost deleted the whole thing #rheaspeaks masterlist

[dustngold]

~~~Personal Rant~~~

A friend, we’ll call em (B), who I’ve known for almost 10 years, got a girlfriend, we’ll call er (C) Cool. Very exciting.

Friend (B) who I’ve known for almost 10 years’ new girlfriend (C) asks for a threesome while shitfaced. Makes me feel very very VERY uncomfortable since this friend has also had an on/off ‘Thing’™️ for me most of our friendship. I told her I wasn’t comfortable with the idea and she said “yeah I’m not in the mood anymore lol”

Which is not what I said. See what **I** said was “That makes me uncomfortable”

Which is a big difference from no longer being in the mood.

Now this girl, I’ve met her maybe 3 times I *think*. The first time I was also drunk so I don’t necessarily remember that, but my best friends girlfriend claims that she walked up to her and said “you have great tits” Ight. Second time was at a movie night for a friend who moved away which I didn’t really talk to her at a whole lot, and third time was a friends birthday party.

At THIS party shit was cool. Right? Like. It wasn’t weird, it wasn’t uncomfortable, it was chill. Cause she started this shit up AFTER the party. BUT- at this party there where these two guys I hadn’t seen for a loooonggg fucking time and I used to have a hugggeeee thing for them both back in high school. So I’m tryna slide in and make my grown move ya know?

And this bitch. Starts fighting. With the fuckin dude. That I am tryna cuddle up on! Bitch! Begone! Go find ya man! Or a girl! That’s not me!

Anyway so ya know he was like whatever I guess and so now all fucking three of us are cuddling on this damn couch, me on him and her on me. Whatever. Fine. It was cool and kinda funny then, but only because I didn’t fucking realize she was dead ass serious about wanting to kiss my face.

A few days after that party she hits me with the,

“Hey you know how you e had a crush on (B) for however long?”

“Um. No. No not really lol”

She opens that and doesn’t respond. I send a question mark. Open. No response. I ask (B) if she’s angry at me, he says no. A week later she responds

“I’m not mad lol I was drunk in the mood wanted to kno if u wanted a 3sm but nvm” ok. Weird. I’ve met you barely maybe 3 times.

I tell her that while I appreciate the offer, I do NOT become intimate with people I consider my friends. That is my one rule when it comes to dating or hook ups- if we have a legitimate friendship then you will never be an option. Which is what I’ve told her fucKING BOYFRIEND FOR THE LAST 8 YEARS but ok.cool.whatever.

St Pattys “party” small group, 10 or less.

As soon as I walk in the mother fucking door guess who screeches my name like a bat outta hell bruh. I appreciate the enthusiasm, I do. Truly. Seldom do I get people screaming my name in a good way. And while I do not consider this to be a good way, the .00000000000003 seconds it took for my brain to process what the fuck made that sound, it was nice. Then she shit talks my tie dye shirt, cause apparently neon green dye isn’t green enough, then pinches me so hard SHE BROKE THE FUCKING SKIN.

Then has the fucking audacity to say “oh she was so irritable to me at the party” bitch you put yo mother fuckin hands on me. You should be god damn grateful you still gotcha damn hands.

If this is the end to a nearly decade long friendship for a 3 month toxic borderline abusive relationship then so be it. I’m not going to put my self out to try and save something that someone else is willing to toss away. I’m not gonna do it. I’ve been doing it my whole fucking life and for the one god damn time that I decide “No” is in fact, a full sentence, is the one god damn time I get shit on for it.

No. You cannot out your hands on me.

No. I do not want to have sex with you or my close friend.

No. You cannot make inappropriate comments on your friends bodies to them or others simply because you are female.

No. You cannot touch my boobs or my butt or hold on to my waist or grind on me or try to kiss my neck.

No. I do NOT have to explain myself or my reasoning to you.

And No. I am not being a bitch for telling you no.

I am defining my fucking boundaries and you are reacting negatively to me doing so. And that is all I need to know that YOU are a person I do not need, want, or have any true desire to associate myself around.

[theworstbob]

the thing journal, 5.28 - 6.3

capsule reviews of the pop culture things i took in last week. in this post: from a room, chi-raq, the intervention, all the beauty in this whole life, bone tomahawk, spades and roses, souvenir, spin, brooklyn nine-nine, blue velvet

1) From a Room, Vol. I, by Chris Stapleton: My thing with Chris Stapleton is, I have enjoyed his two albums, I have thought they were both Very Good, I think they're both fine examples of what country should sound like and understand their importance in keeping country music vital. I'd fall just short of calling either of them classics. Which is a weird space to be evaluating an album, where your main critique of an album is that it isn't an all-time classic, that you agree the songs are good and that a lot are great (and there's some great fuckin' songs, "Either Way" is just, yerrrgh, that's a toughie), but sometimes, it feels like there's some ingredient missing from the mix. I think it just feels too perfect. This man has a perfectly tortured voice, capable of translating any sort of pain and misery he feels, and he's using it to craft perfect country songs about country things like drinking and being in jail. It feels like he's content to do great things within the confines of the genre when he could be reinventing it, which, hey, fair enough, Chris Stapleton making really good country songs is a thing in this world I'm not complaining about, and if he never unlocks the potential I believe he has and only ever makes songs like "Death Row," I'd be cool with that choice.

2) Chi-Raq, dir. Spike Lee: Because I am ignorant of any piece of media that was made before 2003, I did not know what the Greek drama this was based off was about, so when I realized it was a film about women withholding sex made by the dude who made She Hate Me (this is an unfair comment because I haven't seen the film, but I'm pretty sure that's an unpleasant movie), I kinda prepped myself for an uncomfortable experience. And then the film ended up being fucking fantastic. The fact that the "no peace, no pussy" protest elicits a reaction of "Well, we have dicks. They love our dicks! Surely, if we just remind them of the fact of our dicks we'll put an end to this nonsense" is not just what would obviously happen should a similar protest occur in reality, it calls attention to the fact that so many problems facing the world are being caused by dudes who can't see past the apparent power of their dicks. (I will bring to the grave the belief that, if all the Republican presidential candidates held a joint press conference to tell Donald Trump he had a large penis, Donald Trump would have suspended his campaign and receded into the background.) But more importantly, this film has things to say about this country. It hits on everything, and it hits it hard. It calls out gang violence for bringing strife to black communities, then calls out the people who would use that strife to undermine causes like Black Lives Matter. It's a film stylized all the way to hell that remains grounded in reality because, what with the lists of names the film brings up (multiple lists, and nary a name repeated on any of these lists), it's impossible to fully escape reality. It's an astonishing film from a master director on a subject he's had to explore too often. (Also, Samuel L. Jackson having the time of his life as a Greek chorus.)

3) The Intervention, dir. Clea DuVall: I can never remember which character from Parks & Rec elicited this Perd Hapley line that has stayed with me forever, but all the same, some character asks Perd Hapley "Do you know what I mean?" and Perd responds, "I don't! But it had the tone and cadence of a joke." I have used that line to describe so many things where I respect the attempt at humor but don't ever laugh. This film is an example of what I'd use that line to describe. There's a lot of funny people in the cast, and there were plenty of comedic set-ups, but nothing like an actual joke. I think the film wanted to be a serious meditation on the relationships between these people (who were related in some convoluted way or another), so it tried to distance itself from the comedy, but it never took anything serious enough for the emotional moments to land with any impact. I wouldn't attribute this to the cast -- Melanie Lynskey is fantastic, and I completely forgot but Cobie Smulders can do goddamn work y'all -- more to the point that, hey, there's a low ceiling and low floow for movies about upper-middle-class white folks who only share quiet and emotionally difficult moments with other upper-middle-class white folks, and this film lands somewhere in the middle. I saw this the same day I saw Chi-Raq. Y'all tryna get away with pointin' a camera at some randos, and that's not gonna cut it.

4) All the Beauty in This Whole Life, by Brother Ali: On my personal Top 20 list for the year, I have this ahead of DAMN. It's 10% contrarianism, 20% homerism, 65% this is an amazing record by an amazing man, 5% no one at any point shouts KUNG FU KENNY. It's easy to make an angry political record. I think Rise Against is releasing an album this year, and it's already getting an A- and barely missing the Top 20, because times are shitty and it's easy to be angry. It's hard to look at the world as it is today and find things to defend, reasons to keep going. The most profound political statement to be made is that the world is fundamentally good and needs to be protected from those bringing it ruin, and Brother Ali makes that statement with authority. We'll have plenty of time and reasons to get angry in the coming days/months/years/decades. This is a record advising you to take a second to reflect on what's good in the world, the reasons hate came to be, what we can do to bring out the beauty, to explore what peace we can find before we start a war. It's powerful, amazing work.

5) Bone Tomahawk, dir. S. Craig Zahler: Not gonna lie: took a catnap in the middle of this one, very short, not even sure I was asleep, but definitely let the ol' eyeballs have a rest for a couple seconds. Didn't feel like I missed much plot-wise when I woke up, though. Probably missed a lot of beautiful shots of the Western hills (ok, THIS film is how you break in an HD display, I feel, nuts to Interstellar), but hoo boy, this film moved slowly! On the whole, the film was pretty great, I loved the way it built that town's community in just the one emergency meeting scene ("Look at the mayor when you're addressing him." "Yeah! Look at me!"), but there's a lot of time spent with gruff Westerners speaking softly about the great and terrible things they've done, and impeccably composed as those shots were, I can only be so interested in the things Matthew Fox has to say. (Also, hey there, central romance between a dude and a woman 22 years younger than him.) The film builds to the conclusion well, it picked up the pace a few scenes after my nap most regrettable, and I typically can enjoy a glacially-paced film now and then without sleeping, but if you have a worse attention span than me, this ain't rhe film for you.

6) Spades and Roses, by Caroline Spence: i do not remember how i came to add this particular indie singer-songwriter's ablum to my queue, but here we are, and this was fine! This was fine. I liked it. I rode on a bus and listened to this album, and I thought the young woman sang soft and sweet though potentially dark songs over gentle acoustic guitars. I cannot say I regret listening to this album, though I find myself unable to say much beyond that, because it was fine.

7) Souvenir, by Banner Pilot: I listened to this pop/punk album from an act I understand to be local after Spades and Roses, and one thing I should learn to do is try to pair albums better so that I'm not dealing with a change in mood this intense, so that there's a logical flow to the albums, some thematic link, not just "I added some shit to the library and I guess I'm listening to these today." Figuring thiis sort of stuff out is kinda hard, y'know? Like, I don't want to feel like I'm adding stuff to the library just to get it out of the way three weeks later, and maybe that colors my experience with albums like this or Spades and Roses, where they're fine but not necessarily something I feel I need to listen to twice, but if I come away from an album thinking I don't need to listen to it twice to get the full story, I'm not sure I'm being completely fair to the album. ...This review isn't so much a review of the album itself as much as it's a review of how I listen to music. C-. Needs a lot of improvement.

8) spin, by Tiger's Jaw: OK so I can tell ya right now I fucked up listening to this one. I was distracted, I had connection issues, I went grocery shopping and spent the majoirty of the grocery shopping twist asking myself what groceries I needed instead of what this album was doing for me, I did the thing where I treated music like background noise and not the thing I should be paying attention to. I thought the album was OK, but I could tell that it came to me on the wrong day, that maybe I should have put on something I'd heard before, and saved this one for a time when I could give this what it deserves. Bad week for me and my listening habits. Like, I do the thing with movies where I put the film on full screen and only check my phone to check the time, I need to find the thing for music that gets me to pay attention to music for more than one song at a time.

9) Brooklyn Nine-Nine s4, cr. Michael Schur & Dan Goor: I'm beginning to think this show would be the rare half-hour sitcom to benefit from a 13-episode order. This does action-comedy so well, but you can't really sustain the intensity of the action-comedy aspects of the show over 22 episodes, but then they have to fill the rest of the episodes with hangout-sitcommy bits that are very hit-and-miss for me. Once the show has a plot, it sings, but when it's doing its mystery-of-the-week thing what with A, B, and C plots so the entire cast has things to do, it can feel unfocused. I mean, hey, I watched every episode, I think the show is hilarious (I will sing Andre Braugher's praises until they can hear me from the moon), but I had to learn to deal with its inconsistency. Maybe not a Hall of Famer, but so many All-Stars never make the Hall of Fame, y'know?

10) Blue Velvet, dir. David Lynch: I saw this on Saturday night, and I'm still trying to process it. I'm actually not sure right now that I've seen a David Lynch movie before, which might explain why I feel so off-sync with this film; I've seen season one of Twin Peaks, but I'm otherwise unfamiliar with what he does, beyond a David Foster Wallace essay about the director. Perhaps I've become too desensitized to violence to understand what's shocking about the violence in Blue Velvet, or too many films derivative of Lynch to see what's uniquely Lynchian about Blue Velvet. I do see the central point and believe it's fascinating -- the only think keeping Jeffrey Beaumont from actually being Frank Booth is a sense of decorum, that Jeffrey needs to be Jeffrey to live in civilized society, but the only thing Frank does that Jeffrey only does reluctantly is Violence, and now I'm realizing this is Hannibal, that's where I saw this movie, was Hannibal, OK, OK, cool cool cool, but also, that theme of the darkness within, of people like Frank being everywhere, it resonates, because now we live in a world where we can remove ourselves from a sense of decorum and be Frank. To see Frank Booth in 2017 is to see the manifestation of a Twitter egg. So in the course of this review, we discovered that we are on this film's wavelength, and that the distance we had to bridge was created by seeing Lynchian works and living in the end times.