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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me (platonic)

Prologue,

Tagged: @the-dumber-scaramouche (asked to be tagged and I shall do so for the next parts)

Gonna do a chapter for each round of Ragnarok

Within an arena that touches the clouds

Ancient stone’s that laid untouched for centuries and stood strong against the tests of time

Lays the new battleground that shall determine humanity’s fate

And in it is also you

There’s still at least a month of preparation and training before the events actually start but despite that it’s filled with hustle and bustle

Gods and humans fill the halls

Some of who you even recognize and give you happy waves and pull you aside for saying hi

It’s surprisingly nice despite the circumstances

It’s been so long that people of all kind had been gathered to such an occasion

But as minutes ticked on

And you got some of your favourite snacks due to the large concession stands with various amounts of food from various places

You end up heading deeper into the building

It thins out and you end up at the area for the human fighters

And then you open up the door to the lounge area where you see the faces of several people you recognize

And a few you hadn’t had the pleasure of yet meeting until this point

“Hello everyone, some of you may recognize me and some I haven’t yet met. I’ve gone by many names but just call me y/n”

Of the few you didn’t initially recognize in the man with shirt golden hair

Oh and no clothes with only a leaf covering his di-

Unlike the others you weren’t really shaken by his lack of clothes

During your long life you’d seen much of the human body

Your desensitized to it so you go up and give the man a hardy handshake and he does so back

Turns out he’s Adam

The first human

Father to the entirety of the human race as you knew it

Adam in all ways encompasses what you believe are humanity’s strong suits

He is kind and compassionate

Along with determined to protect not only his people but also his family

Your upfront with not being a human and being created by a god but Adam doesn’t see you any differently

Your like him and Eve

Created by the gods themselves

The only difference is that your creator cared

You didn’t notice it at first but he slowly finds himself caring for you as if you were is own child

A sentiment that had surprisingly has only happened till now

Despite your thousands of years of living this is the first time you’ve been adopted

Like there was one time you were training with Lü Bu and got injured

You were in the process of healing it before he stopped the fight and pulled you aside to check if you were ok

He seemingly forgot you can’t really die and had panicked thinking the wound would kill you

Even started getting out the gauze and glaring at the laughing general before you explained you were alright

He isn’t embarrassed though

Even keeps wrapping the wound just in case

It feels nice to be cared for in such a way

You love your father Hephaestus very much but it’s also nice having another father figure in your life

Both treat you in a caring and gentle way

As if you were glass or some ancient artifact

(Technically you were one and so was he)

Adam also introduces you to his Wife and Sons who welcome you to their small but loving family

Eve is affectionate and loving

Always showering you with praise as you show off your abilities or knowledge

She makes sure your well fed despite not needing food

And she can’t help but pinch your cheeks

As the only mother figure in your long life she takes it in pride

Oftentimes dragging you away from training to smother you in care and compliment about how your such a brave soul

Despite replying you don’t have one she disagrees

Saying that in her mind you don’t need one to have one (if that makes any sense)

You’d rather not admit it but you melt at her affection

She’s in every sense of the word warm

It reminds you of those cold winters night where you’d end up by the fire

Or a nice summer’s breeze

Adam seems to find the sight funny since your a immortal being

One who’s walked the earth for more years than people can imagine and yet his wife was reduce you to figurative mush when she pays your head and calls you a nickname

Someone that has seen both the good and bad of humanity time and time again

That is now helping her bake a pie as his sons argue about what was a better nickname for you

It’s odd to people looking in but makes sense to everyone in this small bubble

Cain and Abel are rambunctious but loveable brothers

They like to cheer you on and playfully fight with you

One or the other usually has an arm wrapped around your shoulder as they laugh at some joke the other made

The two have a lot of petty squabbles that you now end up being in the middle of

It’s fun

Especially since most conflict in your time has always resulted in heavy bloodshed

Whilst theirs is light hearted and leads to one proclaiming victory as the other sulks in the corner

Both love hearing your stories

Even more so about how the world has evolved so drastically

It’s fascinating to them both especially as so many places developed their own cultures that are so different from the others

As the arena begins to fill and time ticks down for the event to start the three of you end up buying shit tons of food

All of which are from different times periods and places for them to try

It ends up becoming a fun game for them as they guess the Irgun of which country the snack came from

Which leads to you then explaining its history

Neither would admit it but both had glared at quite a few people when they stared at you with a certain gaze

It happens enough times that both kinda now go on figurative guard duty when walking about with you

Admittedly they know you can definitely handle yourself

But your now their big sibling

And that means no creep is gonna be messing with you

Especially since you seem to attract quite a few weirdo’s due to your ageless beauty that leaves you stuck looking at least 25

You definitely pull the “older sibling card” a lot on their asses

Which makes both their father and mother laugh

They are the complete family you never had

Full of warmth and laughter as Adam looks on with a proud smile

Though Adam hates the gods he finds Hephaestus to be an exception once he does meet the man

For your father is cordial and kind to both him, his family, you and the other fighters

As you, Cain, Abel and Eve cook dinner he pulls the god aside

And both talk as they look upon the sight of Abel and Cain having a playful battle as you laugh with Eve

It makes the god tear up a bit

Happy that the man had given you what he couldn’t provide you with

Adam in return thanks Hephaestus for creating such a wonderful person and caring for humanity

And Hephaestus thanks Adam for giving you the full family he couldn’t provide

It’s something odd to say the least especially as Adam can’t help but give him a handshake and invite him to stay for dinner

Your father agrees, sitting down beside you at the dinner table as Eve pulls out his seat for him with a kind smile

Cain and Abel immediately begin asking the forging god questions making him laugh at their enthusiasm

They make him feel welcome

At home

Who knew that away from his lonesome forge would he find a place that accepted him

Humanity’s first humans to be even more ironic

Adam offers the god an apple which appears from the sky and he accepts it

Soon laughing as he bites into its flesh saying that it’s a bit bitter for his taste

Lü Bu had been a figure you had heard about but had actually never had the chance to meet

So it’s safe to say your rather excited

And he doesn’t let you down in any shape, way or form

He’s battle hungry just like a certain Norse deity who you luckily hadn’t run into yet

He makes for a good training partner

Especially since he pushes you to your limits and has you focus on your main strength without relying on your powers

It often leads to many cuts and bruises but a sense of accomplishment filling you

Something that hadn’t happened in a long time

And you suspect it hadn’t happened to him either from the barbaric smirk that stretches across his face

100% the dude who breaks down your door at 3 am to ask you about stuff you’ve seen or experienced

You don’t really sleep so you don’t mind but you are concerned for poor Cheng who was dragged along half asleep

He finds your stories of war fascinating especially at the mention of things like guns and cannons

You feel as if compared to the rest he doesn’t care about how things had advanced

If it isn’t weapon related

It’s odd to you that he’s purely driven by battle

But you aren’t the one to judge so you stick to what he likes

Some part of you keeps your friendship with him at a relative distance

Partially due to your experience with befriending men like him

Those who are hungry like him are always unsatisfied

It leads them to more and more bloodshed

And though your are no innocent person you don’t like battle that includes bystanders

His army on the other hand are some that you befriend

Cheng especially since despite being a solider he is a man of good heart and honour

How the young man found himself in Lü Bu’s army

Unlike his superior he finds your stories of the future fascinating

Especially as the world leads to more peaceful times

You drink with him and the other soldiers and sing songs with them that had long been forgotten

Kojiro is actually someone you’d only met once but it’s certainly a sight to see him again

Despite how everyone else appears as younger versions of themselves he’s old and grey

A sight of which makes you giggle a bit as you greet him once again

Despite meeting him once you both greet each other like old friends

Which others look your ways confused especially as you both explain that he asked for a battle and you royally kicked him ass

You both can remember it like yesterday

A lone mountainside road on a mid autumn’s day

A breeze making the veil trailing you flutter in the wind as you ready a weapon against him who smiles

Knowing he’ll lose but elated anyways

And when he fell against the ground with a few seconds of challenging you he laughs with that of pure joy

You both went your separate ways afterwards and now reunited

Like that day oh so long ago the two of you train often

Helping him brush up on his skills and get better as he sees how much you’d experienced since then

All these battle leave you and him winded but smiling

Laughter filling the training ground as the two of you sit down and have some tea

Adam patching up the old swordsman as you share stories to distract him

Fresh brewed tea being sipped as techniques of how he could improve are shared

Most would find this somewhat demeaning but he just smiles

Saying how he’ll take it to mind next time or chuckling as he says “I knew I should’ve used a better stance”

He ends up hanging around the other Japanese contestants quite a bit

Partially due to the shared culture but also since he can better recognize their fighting

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t mingle outside them

Qin shi Huang is someone he ends up befriending along with Adam and Simo

He enjoys modern day snacks and foods but holds a soft spot for spicy foods

Which leads to you and him having competitions as Eve makes some extra spicy foods for the two of you to gobble down

He won’t admit it but he finds it nice that you remembered him of all people

You’d met so many amazing and interesting people in your life yet you greet him like a friend despite meeting once

Despite him being the best known loser in history (a title in which you argue with him over)

Out of most of them your actually quite happy to introduce him to you father who he regards with respect

The grey haired man greeting the ash tinged and ember trailing man who created you

Both eat sweets with bean paste and talk as you leave them to their own

Much like mythology and history both are looked down upon and both have taken different ways to deal with it

You now find the older appearing man conversing with your father or getting him some food he’d thought he’d like

It’s sweet

The moment you introduced yourself to the newcomers and walked through that door Qin shi Huang is basically throwing himself at you

Your welcome your old friend with open arms

Letting him swing you around in joy as the former emperor and you laugh in joy

His eyes traveling down to the bracelet still tethered to your wrist, as beautiful as the day he gifted it

Throughout the entire tournament and it’s wait time your old friend sticks with you

Much like his time alive he is boisterous and prideful but his company was one that you had missed for many millennia

Through you he learns of what happened to his empire

How it continued on into a nation that still lasts even today as other crumbled

How his army of terracotta soldiers still stand to guard him in death and the wall despite its age has yet to fall

Now a wonder and landmark that many travel just to see and walk along its path

He learns of its misdoings as well but he knows many were made by his influence

By his decisions of bloodshed that still seems to stain the remnants of his aged empire

The emperor also learns of your travels since his death

How you sailed the 7 seas and ran your own ship, climbed the highest mountain in the world and stood at its top, swam to the deepest depths of the ocean where light had never touched its sandy floor and ventured through the harsh jungle terrain into unknown territory

It’s honestly Aw inspiring to him how much you’d done

Sure you had done these feats over a thousand or so years giver or take (along with nothing being able to kill you)

But it’s still amazing to him how much you’d seen

How much you could do within the span of eternity

But with that comes the realization that eventually you’d run out of things to do

But he brushes the though aside as the two of you engage in a feast with him and the other emperors that came after him

You sit the closest at his side and the others stretched along a long table filled with foods ranging from his time to later on

Sometimes for fun the two of you wear your clothes from when he was still alive

You wear your old robes as does he

And the the two of you prance around the coliseum as he points at something and has you “explain!”

The two of you always end up laughing until crying by the end of the day

He’s basically attached at your hip but you don’t mind at all

You’ve missed him for so long

Dinners with Adam’s family end up frequently with Qin joining as well

He ends up getting along well with Cain and Abel

The three of them joking as Eve and Adam place down a fresh meal

His whole “I’m emperor” thing can sometimes get on people’s nerves so you sometimes have to end up being a middle man

He does it partially to piss people off and cause he thinks it’s fun

It kinda is

Until he wants to pull that shit on the gods and you have to drag his ass away from their area of the arena

His is basically jumping for joy when Chun Yun gets to finally meet you

For a long time you’d only ever hear stories of the fiery woman so meeting her is actually really intriguing

Especially since she jokes that you must’ve had your hands full with dealing with him for years

That in turn makes him whine as she gives you a handshake that return wholeheartedly

She’s his only other impulse control other than you and by god does he need it

Unlike you though she’ll chew him out for doing something stupid, you call it a mom thing

When you talk with her in private she tells about how she raised him

And how she’s glad he met someone like you who became a true friend to him

Something he always needed

In return you thank her for making sure he made to actually survive

your father definitely meets the two of them at some point with how close they are to you

He’s pleasantly surprised with how the two greet him with normality

There’s respect but no formality that he got from Kojiro that would eventually fade as the two got closer

It’s just off the start they treat him as if he were a normal person

He appreciates it along with the fact they don’t stare at his deformities

Nor do they think of him lesser because of them

In fact it seems they think of him higher because of them which initially confuses him

So when he asks about it both the emperor and his past body guard explain where Qin grew up

How on the streets of a place now long changed many people were born had later gained disabilities and survived anyways through their strength and determination

Qin always respected them despite the fact they still hated him

Perhaps because just like him they persevered despite how others wanted to push them down

In many ways the two bond over the fact they were (and in some ways still are) considered useless

How they were repeatedly kicked down over and over yet got us just to spite them all

Hephaestus finds Qin to be fucking hilarious and the two find themselves cackling over stupid shit your father would make

Chun Yan also gets close to your dad as does her child whom spends his time playing with the toys your father makes for the young lad

It’s fun especially for Hephaestus as he makes small little wind up gadgets and toys

Qin now gives your dad ideas that somehow turn out really well which is funny to see

Especially as his ideas are “you know what would be cool?, a giant flying lamp for moths to follow” and Hephaestus is like “bet”

When seeing Jack again the English gentleman offers you a polite wave as Qin excitedly hugs you

It’s later on that he comes to you and the two of you share a nice time alone

Unlike the others Jack is nocturnal partially due to his uh…hobby so he spends the midnight and early hours with you

It’s was during those times you’d always felt lonely so you enjoy the company

He makes some tea and you both end up talking for hours

Topics ranging from the competition to what you did after he died

What you’ve seen

Who’ve you met

It’s all good fun especially as you explain your “wild days” in the 70’s or 80’s when you’d met and toured with some popular bands and singers

Sometime he talks of what his afterlife was like

It intrigues you a log since you can’t exactly experience death

The one place you’d never get to explore

A place where everything was eventually supposed to end up at yet you were the exception

Even gods could die yet you couldn’t

You remain like a stubborn sore

Out of the human fighters your kinda the only person who talks to him

Everyone else kinda gets creepy vibes from him

And it only gets worse when they find out he’s a killer

He also plays into that imagine as well so…yeah your the only person not fucking terrified of him

He doesn’t mind though

Quality over quantity as they say

May or may not watch Shakespeare movies with you

He hates the 90’s Romeo and Juliet film with decaprio

Doesn’t make it better when you mention the fact the actor dates girls who could potentially be their father age wise

It reminds him too much of the grimy old men who would prey on young and impressionable girls

Something you have to sadly explain still happens much to his displeasure

One thing he does enjoy though is how accessible stuff like imported foods and goods are

He now has the chance to try the various tea’s and treats from other countries that used to be fairly expensive

What makes it even more fun is that you usually have some fun story to go along with said treat

Probably ends up enjoying stuff like phantom of the opera and silence of the lambs

But to be honest he has a soft spot for stuff like low budget horror films

Just the low quality gore and bad acting makes him chuckle

Especially as you tell him the “rules” of a horror film

The two of you now make a small tradition as the days tick down for the tournament to start by watching a film a night

Your father finds Jack to be an odd fellow but one who engages in interesting conversation

Someone who was also looked down on in life

Hephaestus knows he isn’t the best person

He’s made mistakes

Been complicit in his brethren’s bloodshed of the humans he had come to love

So in some sense finding someone who is also not a good person but in some sense tries to do some good is therapeutic to him

That he is equally flawed inwardly just as humans are

Cause unlike other gods he had come to realize how both are more alike than they are different

“Gods?, I don’t exactly like many of them. But perhaps meeting them in person could shape my view”

Loki is one god whom seems to find you by complete accident yet seems to find amusement in trying to fool you

It doesn’t work

And that leads to him trying harder and thus not leaving you alone

You swear that he sticks to you like fucking super glue

Doesn’t help that he keeps nagging about how the gods are better

Your a feeble human

Blah blah blah

Your soooo ready to defeat a gif in battle just to see his expression

And how he had be intentionally annoying someone who could easily deck him across the world with a simple slap

Though despite that he is somewhat fun company

Despite how annoying he can be he also gives you ample opportunity to see the view of the other side

And it leads to discussion between the two of you as you move a chess piece across a board

Your knight taking one of his pawns as he makes an annoyed scowl

He makes a comment about having the power to take you out with a snap of his fingers

But you remind him that he won’t

And that makes him grumble as he makes his next move

It’s odd…but you come to enjoy his company just as you do with others

Perhaps at some point he began enjoying yours since he invites (more like drags) you to the god portion of the arena

Into his current room as he bitches about Odin and nephew Thor

The mention of which makes you hold down an amused chuckle

His room has a lot of snake imagery

Along with snacks as he sits down on a chair and rips open a bag of chips

Continuing on his argument about how Thor is such a sour puss and that if he has to deal with odins ravens again he’s gonna-

He pauses when he hears you laugh

for once he goes silent

You ask what’s wrong and he replies that he’d never heard you laugh before

Let alone seem amused by him

You simply reply that you wouldn’t hang out with him if you didn’t enjoy his presence

No matter how annoying he could be when breaking down your door at random times

You think that you may have fried his brain from saying you voluntarily wanted to be around him

Perhaps he feels as if people put up with him rather than enjoy his jokes and jabs

You can’t help but notice that insults towards you have steadily stopped after that

You swear Thor saw you once and then he’s on you like a bloodhound

Brunhilde had to help you after you were hiding from the red head via hanging onto a chandelier hoping he wouldn’t look up

And now that he knows your seemingly “revived” for the competition he’s hunting you down

He wants to fight you again

To feel that rush of finally having a good battle

He now looks for you in the crowds of humans and gods

Looking anywhere for your signature hat and trailing veil

Not knowing your hanging out with Loki who has a room beside him

He swears to his father that he’s gonna get that fucking battle with you

His fathers crows tease him about this

How set he is in fighting some random human he met centuries ago

But he doesn’t let up

You spend a majority of the waiting time for the tournament sneakily slinking through the halls of the colosseum

Trying to get to the human only training area where he would not be permitted into

You don’t think that would really stop him but you know for a fact Brunhilde would be pissed if he did so

Is gonna be reallly mad to find out that he ain’t the one fighting you

The time for battle now approaches and the first fight is soon to begin

Near Brunhilde and Göll you sit in their shadow covered private area for watching

Looking out onto the crowds of people who cheer

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 10 months

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Hey girl!!

I was wondering if you could write a fic where Bakari or Erik is mad at reader for coming home late and he punishes her?

A/N: I choose Bakari. He's not as crazy and he's logical with you. This is a quick little "what would he do"

11:58 PM. A call comes through your phone. He answers it. "She's not back yet. I'll let you know."

Home Late

It's been a hot and muggy night made hotter by the liquor and the dancing. You were already tipsy at the start of the weekend, but eight margaritas later, you're stumbling through the front door and fondling the wall for the light.

Dropping your keys, your purse, your shoes, and your wig all at once to beeline to the kitchen for the Honey Nut Cheerios. You shovel handfuls into your mouth and leave the box on the counter so you can unzip the side of your gold dress. The tag is still on it but tucked in. You leave it hanging as you dance your way to turn off the living room TV.

"HeGh," you jump, knees buckling until your brain recognizes the silhouette on the sofa. "Shit. WARN SOMEBODY. Why are you sitting in the dark?"

"At least now I know you haven't been kidnapped or murdered... Just irresponsible." Bakari sighs.

Listen up, grandpa. You almost roll your eyes. What's wrong with a little fun from time to time.

"Don't be mad, babe. I was just out having some fun."

"Where you been?"

"I told you. I was going out with some friends."

"Which friends?"

Aww, him mad. You turn on the lights so you can view him normally. He looks like a serial killer sitting in the darkness.

"You don't know them. I met them through Laura... You hate Laura, I know." You beat him to it.

"What's my rule for you?"

"Babe. I would've contacted you, but my phone died. I put it on the charger yyeeesterdayy?"

It's in his hand now. Your eyes widen.

"I thought I had it on me and wondered why it'd been quiet!"

You completely forgot it somehow, and you haven't been back home until now. You bite your nail.

"You've been MIA for 2 days."

"I- It didn't feel like 2 days," you shrug, confused and too drunk to really think.

"You didn't notice that night came twice?" His face doesn't change, but you can feel that he's a mad little puppy right now.

"I did!" You sigh, pacing. You scratch at your cornrows. "I just - I was drunk! I wasn't - "

"What were you doing for two days that made you forget?"

"I was out doing random shit, drinking, and I didn't think," you shrug. "We were bar hopping, then Nyasha said she knew this club we could slide through, but it got craaaazy, so I left with Kenya and Molly. We went to Burger King and then ended up at the beach. I lost track of time... You really mad at me?"

You pout. It works sometimes.

As his monogamous partner and submissive of five years, you know the rules. If you go out for an extended period, do your due diligence and communicate. Why does he need to keep reminding you?

"This is the third time."

There shouldn't have been a second time, but being told twice is unacceptable. A punishment is in order, but first, you need to understand exactly why.

"Don't be insekerr babe," you smile.

You bend to his eye level, falling over. Drunk and sloppy. It's not attractive and you're better than this. This behavior in public is embarrassing, but at home, it's... That's a discussion to have when you're sober.

You pick yourself back up, planting your hands on his knees for leverage, still in your good mood from a good time.

"You know I don't be out here with nobody," you double down. "You can ask anyone-"

"It's not insecurity. It's concern. I like to know where you are for safety. If you don't like that, this isn't gonna work. Not responding to my calls for days at a time, that's a problem for me."

You smile in attempt to lighten his mood. Despite your sloppy looks and demeanor, you're still cute, but he’s not amused. Three times is too much. You're getting punished.

"I forgooot," you pout adorably, triggering Daddy mode. "It definitely won't happen again."

"Oh, I know. Now you need to make it up to me."

Your head tilts. "How I'm a do that?"

He gestures for you to come, sit on his lap so he can touch you and look at you up close. Absently, he strokes your back. Your makeup looks good, though you're sweaty and your breath smells like tropical fruit. How many drinks have you had? Your arms wrap his neck as you press your warm cheek against his, tryna get a snuggle in.

"Look at me." He tilts his head back slightly though you have his neck trapped in a hold. "I want you to tell me how much you missed me while you were out clubbing."

You sputter, not in your clear mind. "Well, to be honest, I was having too much fun. But I miss you now!"

Fair enough.

"I'm sorry I didn't respond," you mutter. "I was okay, but you know me! I'm forgetful! At least I didn't drive."

"I know you were having fun, but you still need to communicate with me. I don't do that MIA shit."

You bite your fingernail with a small blossoming smile. You love it when he's firm. It's so attractive. You hold his face in your hands and play with his beard. Patchy or not, it's yours. He's yours. He hugs you tightly, tilting his head back to kiss you fully.

"Mmm. Well, I definitely missed that. I missed these dimples of yours, too." You squeeze his cheeks. "You're so cute!"

"Wait. You missed my dimples?"

Pulling you in, he kisses your neck and bites your shoulder. You grab his chin in your hand and kiss him once more, grinning against his lips.

"Annnnd I really miss the way you're so forgiving."

"Oh really."

He smirks as you nod, your lips still against his.

"I didn't know forgiving could be so sexy. I do forgive you because I love and care about you... That's also why I have to punish you."

You gasp. You forgot all about punishments. You just want to cuddle and love. You rub your face against his cheek once more.

For your own good, he picks you up and carries you into your separate bathroom where he runs you a warm bath. Since you're drunk, he helps you with your dress, noticing the tag on your dress and ripping it off. $218. He's frugal, yes, but it's just a dress. You don't need to return it.

"Lean on me."

He accompanies you and helps you into the water slowly. Then he takes the soapy washcloth in his hands to wash you. It's a good excuse to rub and squeeze under the pretense of getting you clean. You're getting turned on, too, as he soaps your breasts, making them glisten. From your neck and chest to your stomach, he moves in a steady circular motion. He moves to your back. Your eyes are closed.

"It feel good?"

"Mhm," you hum, smiling up for another kiss. You're getting greedy, but that's what he's for, and he does love to kiss.

Next is your legs. He gestures for your foot to rest against his chest as he cleans your legs and feet one at a time. You shift in the tub, biting your lip.

"Let me help you up."

That way, it's easier to get to the intimate parts of you that need extra attention. He cleans you long enough to be thorough and once more because of how much you like it. Then he rinses you, helping you from the tub to dry you off.

As you head to your bed, he drains the tub and meets you with a large bottle of Jergens to massage into your skin from head to toe. You rub on his arms in the meantime. You even get impatient enough to reach up and pull him down flat over top of you. He chuckles, rubbing his nose into your clean neck and sucking gently.

"Let me finish," he whispers, sitting up quickly.

He works efficiently, massaging every inch, but glossing over your mound and its little landing strip. You sigh loudly, and he smirks once more, entertained.

"Patience."

You need kisses. He delivers wet kisses to your full nudity, peppering around your areolas and down your stomach to your mound. You rub on his head and part your thighs as he gives kisses to your outer lips and inner thighs. You smell good, and when he strokes your opening with a finger, it's coated. He puts it in, and you accept it eagerly. He adds a second finger and works up to a third as you squeeze his fingers.

"You so wet and squeezing my fingers. You tryna cum so soon?"

You moan, grinding down on his fingers and pulsating. You're on that edge, used to him letting to cross it multiple times. This time, however, he pulls out, rubbing your juices on your outer lips. You groan in protest.

"Look at me," he instructs, waiting for your eye contact. "For four days, I won't be touching you."

Again, you gasp, unhappy with your punishment. You want your head, but you won't get it.

"No sex, no head, no hugging, no kisses. Starting now, we're no touch. You can't touch me at all or that's one more hour I'm adding for every touch."

"That's not fair, you know my love language is touch."

"I know... Mine is communication."

When you wake up in the morning to head to your job, Bakari isn't there. His schedule is a little more hectic, which is why you typically treasure your time together. You reach out to him at the end of your work day, and he responds despite being busy. You tell him that you miss him.

When you see him again, it's the next day, but he's responded to every message no matter the hour. You'd say it's to prove a point if it weren't his typical behavior. Responsible Daddy Bakari. That's why you go so well together.

You send him nudes through the week. He's responsive to them, but when you're together, he still won't touch you. You tested his resolve by touching him, thinking if you could give him a hand or blow job, he might cave. You should've known better before you tried. He can be truly stubborn.

"Two hours added," he'd said. He meant it too.

The punishment has to fit the crime. You made him worry. He couldn't reach you, and that made him consider the worse, but he can't do the same thing to you to get back. As your partner and dominant, his responsibility to you is to remain available and ready to come to you should you need him. What he can do is take away or delay your pleasure, and it's an effective technique. You don't miss a day of checking in. Every time he calls, you're picking up the first ring.

At the end of 4 days and 2 hours, he finds you in your separate bedroom asleep since it's the middle of the night. He slips into your bed and under your sheets to part your thighs and lick you awake, though you feign sleep. His long tongue alternates between flattened swipes and firm, pointed massages. His palms run over your stomach and thighs. He moves your hands from grabbing the sheets to grabbing his head to show you that the touch ban is lifted.

You cum in his mouth twice before he comes up for air.

"Baby? Now I'm serious. This was the punishment for 3 strikes," he warns. "You know I don't give 4. Next time you "forget" to contact me for days at a time or stop responding without a heads up, that's it, relationship over. That's not a dominance thing. It's out of respect."

"Okaaay," you sigh, annoyed, but he has to warn you that he means business. He's got enough stress, and you know this is something that bothers him.

"Goodnight." He kisses your temple, telling you to sleep as he pulls the covers back around you comfortably. "Tomorrow's a new day."

The End.

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Hi, may I ask you about write Ayato x reader who like be affectionate but only with Ayato? For example they don't like be touched or when someone use pet name or nickname but they like when Ayato do this? They are like this grumpy cat which only one person are allowed to pet haha.

Good day/night

headcanons - ayato with a grumpy(?) reader

credits to @/SodaPuff3 on twitter for the ayato icon :3

sorry, i can't take your touch; it's not that i don't want you...

notes: woohoo first request !! i've never written headcanons like this so please feel free to tell me what you think :)

i now realize that this is a lot longer than it needed to be .. oh well 🤠

tags: i was DEFINITELY projecting while writing this LMAO, reader isn't implied to be fem or masc in any way ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

🫧 there are a whole bunch of reasons you might not be that welcome to physical affection or touch from others

🧋 maybe you're just not comfortable? let's assume so for now lmao

☔️ anyways !! you're going about your day in inazuma, maybe running some errands, when you realize you forgot to get rice flour 🧍

🫧 for SHAME how could you forget the flour !!

🧋 now you have to go all the way back to the tsukomono grocery shop when you're already out of the city 😟 yikes

☔️ yeah that isn't gonna be a fun trip GOOD LUCK

🫧 anyways you're back at the grocery shop and - just your luck!! - it starts raining

🧋 why. does the universe hate you 😶

☔️ sigh. anyways

🫧 you do the mental gymnastics of realizing you have to walk back to the kamisato estate ... yeah lmao there's no way that's happening

🧋 you look back from under the little awning and see that it's now pouring cats and dogs

☔️ today's really not your lucky day huh 🫠 you're just standing there like a fool, watching it rain and holding your little bag of produce and (now wet 😟) flour

🫧 a few minutes later you see the one and only

🧋 your saving grace, the (now) light of your life, your reason to get up in the morning, the apple of your eye, your good samaritan,

☔️ your savior,

🫧 thoma !! you've never been happier to see the man

🧋 waving at him like a madman, he looks your way, eyes wide, and rushes over to you to ask you what the heck you're doing out here in the rain

☔️ you recount the whole flour situation (albeit embarrassed), and thoma, being the amazing person he is, offers to share his umbrella with you

🫧 you thank your lucky stars and gladly accept, now walking back to the kamisato estate as the rain pitter-patters over the polished paper umbrella

🧋 which is great ! you're really thankful and all that ! but there's a small, itty-bitty, minuscule, tiny problem

☔️ he's WAY too close for your liking 🧍

🫧 it's not that you're worried about good ol' thoma flirting with you or ayato being over-possessive or anything !!

🧋 you just Don't. like touching/being touched by other people (which is understandable !!)

☔️ but you don't know how to explain it to thoma without sounding like an absolute asshole (ﾟｰﾟ;

🫧 like he did offer to take you back home in the rain and he's a really good friend and all that

🧋 but every second that passes by with his arm brushing just a little too close for your liking drives you INSANE for some reason

☔️ by the time you reach chinju forest, you're overstimulated and frustrated and grumpy and slightly wet and your robes are clinging to your body and you can feel the water in your soggy socks and

🫧 OUGHHHH you feel like a steaming pile of trash ((´д｀)) at least the kamisato estate's just above the stone steps in front of you

🧋 after a few minutes of carefully climbing up them, drying off with a warm towel from furuta (the sweet old housekeeper), and a change of clothes, you plop down on your and ayato's shared bed

☔️ god the past hour's been .. something

🫧 you don't know if you're being dramatic (although you feel guilty .. so maybe not), but you still feel overstimulated after that sensory nightmare

🧋 so you curl up under the covers and try to sleep it off 💤

☔️ and you do !! you get a solid two hours of sleep (my eepy ass could never) before you're woken up by a tired ayato slipping under the blanket with you

🫧 neither of you say anything, but he understands everything by the look on your face

🧋 he knows about how sensitive you are to touch and proximity with other people, and has helped you get through many a sensory overload before

☔️ so you both just lay down in silence, lights dimmed, and you start to feel a little bit better :)

🫧 at the end of the day, you do think you need to work on setting boundaries with other people when it comes to things like physical touch

🧋 but that's all for another day !!

☔️ right now, you're focused on nothing but the shared warmth between you and ayato and the soft sound of your breathing

🫧 all is well now :)

#headcanons #genshin headcanons #ayato headcanons #ayato imagines #ayato x reader #genshin impact #kamisato ayato #WOOHOO first request !!#requests #gn reader #gender neutral reader #genshin fluff #ayato fluff #tbh reader could definitely be interpreted as nd #i think that's what i was projecting 💀

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ALEXITHYMIA | Robin Arellano

Alexithymia Masterlist (Where you can find all the parts)

Authors Note: I totally forgot that i posted part one on here, I had to wait 24 hours for it to be posted on the tags. Anyways, I have around 4 parts up right now on my Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1253119056-𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐀-robin-arellano-𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Robin Arellano x enemy!FemReader

You convinced yourself that nothing happened. It was just a simple walk home, you barely even spoke a word to each other the whole way.

You slouched in your chair, your thoughts blocking out the teacher's voice. All the students in your class seemed to do the same, their heads were down or they were just covering their ears— zoning out.

Robin was in this class, he sat on the opposite side of the classroom but you could still see him clearly. He looked bored out of his mind.

"Okay! I'm going to start listing the pairs out!" The teacher announced, walking to the front of the class with a clipboard in hand.

The teacher's words snapped you out of your thoughts. Pairs? What pairs?

"The first pair is Grace and Elijah." She continued to list off all of the pairs, saving the worst for last. "Last but not least, Robin and Y/N. You guys can move now."

Your eyes widened. You didn't even know what you were supposed to do, and you were partnered up with Robin? The one person you've been thinking about all day? You knew he wasn't listening, there was no way you guys were going to get a good grade on this.

You hesitantly got up, trudging your way over to Robin's desk. You sat down slowly next to him, an annoyed look on your face.

"Hey, 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙖. Looks like we're partners, huh?" He stated, a smirk appearing on his lips.

Robin and his fucking smirk. You wanted to wipe it off with a slap, but you knew that would only end with you having weeks of detention. Possibly suspension.

"Yup." You quipped, looking straight forward. The teacher walked around the classroom, handing out papers to each pair. When the paper finally lands on your desk, you snatch it, your eyes scanning the paper as you read it.

"What?" You shrieked, your eyes not believing what they just read. Robin shot you an unamused glare, looking around to make sure you didn't bring attention to yourself.

"It's so much better when you're quiet." He grabs the paper from you, reading it.

"I can't be with you! We have to switch partners. What if you get Dustin and I'll get Valerie? How's that?" You rambled, immediately raising your hand to get the teachers attention.

"Wha—no!" He whisper-shouts, grabbing your arm to put it down. He holds it on the desk, stopping you from moving it. You raise your other arm, waving it frantically to hopefully get the teachers attention. Robin grabs your other arm, placing it next to your arm that was on the table, holding them down.

"We can't switch. Did you not pay attention in class? She said these pairs are final, if you ask to switch you're just gonna make a fool out of yourself." He huffs, letting go of your arms.

"Wow, you pay attention in class?" You say, wiping off Robin's touch on your pants. It was immature, but you didn't want to get anymore thoughts about him.

He glanced at your arms that were just freshly wiped against your pants, frowning.

You notice this, you almost felt bad. But then his signature smirk appeared on his lips, his frown long gone. "I do, unlike you over there." He looks at your desk. "You just can't keep your eyes off me, can't ya?"

Your cheeks heated up, full of embarrassment. He saw you staring at him. Did he think you were a creep? Weirdo? Why should it even matter what he thought about you, you didn't like him and he didn't like you.

"N-no! I was looking at... Mike." You lied, looking away to hide your red cheeks.

"Mike?" He questioned, chuckling. "Yeah, right. He wouldn't want you anyway, have you looked in the mirror recently?"

Why was this boy so complicated? One moment he's flirting with you, the next he's worried about you, and now he's back to hating on you?

You try your best to look good at school. At least presentable. Robin doesn't really point out your flaws, but hearing him say that really hit a nerve. Who was he to talk like that? He's worn that dumb bandana almost everyday, he probably doesn't even wash it.

You didn't say anything though. Instead, you went back to your desk grabbing your backpack. You stormed out of the classroom without a glance back, the teacher screaming your name and asking where you were going.

You didn't know where you were going. Just far say form Robin. To think that he was actually worried about you, he was just doing it for his reputation.

#robin arellano x reader #the black phone x reader #robin arellano #fanfiction #fanfic #finny blake #gwen blake #vance hopper #miguel cazarez mora #the black phone

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🦀 and 💕 for your ships!!

I'm assuming you mean all of them, so this is gonna be long. This is still open (all the ask games are) so feel free to send in more asks!

Edit: I'm an idiot who forgot this was only oc x canon, so enjoy the free Silas x Morrigan food

🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?

Finn felt a large flurry of emotions. Nervous? Yes. Embarrassed? Certainly. But be also felt a little stupid. Is it because he thinks the trio are out of his league? Not really, since his self-esteem is faaaar from low (most of the time, anyways). It's because he thinks it's far too quick. A mere year? No way, that's not enough time. (As I've said before, it was just the 4 of them in close contact at the bootcamp, so they did a "getting to know each other" speed run lmao)

Azul was deep in denial for a while, then he was mad and annoyed. Well, at least with twins. With Finn, it was more annoyed, and kinda surpised.

Floyd was pretty chill, actually. He's a lot more in tune with his own emotions than the other 3 so he's just like "Okay, I'm gonna ask him out now". Jade is more... confused. He didn't expect this to happen. How odd.

Silas was... well, he was surprised, and a little unsure of what to do about these new feelings. Morrigan was kinda like "ohhhh shiiiiit" because he is never gonna let Silas go if he got him, and he knows his parents are going to be pissed. That aside, he was quite nervous about this new development lmao.

💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?

I think the tweels and Azul had this odd phase were they (and their families tbh) knew they were dating but nobody ever actually confessed? They never said the words. Eventually, Azul did. Nothing ever goes as planned with the tweels of course, and the result was them teasing him endlessly and playfully chewing on his tentacles.

Floyd confessed to Finn first. The rest followed afterwards like a domino affect. It was a night filled with an odd mix of excitement, joy and a dash of awkwardness. And lots of photos of courting gifts to send to their parent lmao.

Well, you guys all know Morrigan confessed first by giving Silas that courting gift. It, of course, took him by surpise when Silas agreed.

Tagging: @elenauaurs @distant-velleity @krenenbaker @the-banana-0verlord @kitwasnothere @boopshoops @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @jovieinramshackle @krenenbaker @theleechyskrunkly

#quinn quips #quinn answers #quinn's friends #elen #finn clearcove #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #octavinelle #silas clearcove #morrigan clearcove #twisted wonderland #twst oc #oc x canon

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violetsareblue-selfships · 7 months

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Training

Ship: Ayaka x April | Word Count: 682 | Warnings/Tags: fluffy, self-indulgent ^.<

A/N: ehe i nearly forgot i was gonna post this today oopsies but here we are! a little fluffy ficlet for her birthday~ I hope you all enjoy it!!

Ayaka grips her book tighter and resolutely directs her face down towards the pages. She starts to read, but several paragraphs later, she realizes she's not retaining any of the story.

She lets out a little huff and raises her head again, her eyes falling on the source of her distraction. How is she meant to focus on her reading when April's in the same room looking so freaking attractive?

It's her own fault. She can admit that much at least. It was her idea to read while April worked on her training. She just didn't expect it to be this hard to focus with the other girl exercising like this.

If this had been Thoma or her brother or really anyone else, she's sure that she would have no trouble reading her book. She's done that before, actually. It's one of the only times she can spend time with her brother with how busy he is. Though, to be honest, she's also usually working on her sword technique at the same time he is so there's not a chance for her to read like this.

The next move of April's involves her flipping her polearm over the back of her hand and catching it again, the sight of which sends a little jolt to Ayaka's heart. How? How does someone look that good doing something so simple??

And the sounds!! Ayaka hates to admit it but that's the main reason she can't focus. Not with April letting out small grunts and noises of exertion like this.

Necessary noises for this type of exercise, Ayaka's fully aware, but they're causing her face to heat up nonetheless. They remind her too much of… other fantasies of hers.

April sighs softly and de-summons her weapon before beginning to stretch. Ayaka barely holds back a squeak at the idea she might be caught and stares down at her book again. Still, she can't keep herself from sneaking little glances as April stretches.

She thinks she actually does squeak this time when April uses her vision to douse her hair in water, letting out a contented sigh as the water cools her off. April glances over at the sound, a small smirk quirking her lips.

"See something you like, princess?" She teases, giggling as Ayaka starts to stammer and looks down at her book again.

April shakes her head and goes over to the pitcher of ice water that was prepared earlier, pouring herself a glass and downing it. Then she goes over to sit by Ayaka's side.

Ayaka is still looking away, so she jolts a little in surprise when April's fingers gently nudge her chin up. Her face flushes anew at April's eyes so close to hers and April smiles warmly at her.

"Why are you so embarrassed, love? I knew when I invited you here that you'd end up watching… There's nothing wrong with it." April says softly.

"I know. I just didn't expect it to be so…" Ayaka trails off, several words coming to mind but none of them being good enough.

April laughs softly, seeming to know what she means. "It's different, huh?" Ayaka nods the best she can with April's fingers still holding her face up. "Of course, it is. Watching your partner exercise is different than watching anyone else."

"Wait… Is that why… before, when you watched me and Ayato spar…?" Ayaka trails off, both of them knowing what situation she's referring to. April's cheeks slowly turn pink and she laughs a bit sheepishly.

"Yes. That's why I got so flustered back then." April admits and Ayaka hums softly. "I couldn't help it. You look so pretty wielding a sword, my dear."

Ayaka blushes again but she giggles at the compliment. April smiles and leans closer to kiss her softly. "Now, come on. I seem to recall you wanting to have a picnic today?"

"Oh, right!" Ayaka perks up. April giggles and stands up, reaching for Ayaka's hand and helping her to her feet. The two smile and walk back into the estate, looking forward to their upcoming date.

#self shipping #self ship #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #self ship fic #self insert #si x canon #canon x si #canon x self insert #self insert x canon #sakura blossoms 💖🌸#my writing

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Breaking the Rules- Chapter 14

Surprise early posting! Been getting these out every couple of weeks, but this was short and sweet and got done quickly, so enjoy! Y/N needs some advice, so turns to Max- who else does she have?

As usual, minors DNI for content in other chapters, full tags can be found on AO3, along with the fic if you wanna read here.

Complete chapter index here.

Enjoy lovelies 💜✨✌️

Chapter 14- Lay It On The Line

“Yell-lo?”

“Hey Max, it’s me, how’s it going?”

“Scout! Great timing, I just got my phone set up this morning. Ya know, if I’d have known you were gonna miss me this much I wouldn’t have moved out so soon!”

“That’s rich! What was it, one full day before you came back to visit?”

“Ah, touché. Thanks again for dinner. I’d ask for that lasagna recipe, but me trying to make it wouldn't end well!”

“Aw, that’s ok Max. I’ll make double next time so you can take some home.”

“Awesome, you’re the best! So, er- how you doing?”

You weren’t ready to answer that question yet. Mainly because you weren’t really sure of the answer. After pacing restlessly in front of the phone all morning, you finally snatched it up and dialed Max’s new number without really thinking about what to say.

You did want to catch up with him, see how he was getting on in his new place, and you knew he was off work today. And, despite it only having been three days since he’d vacated the spare room, and only two since you’d last seen him, you missed him. You forgot how lonely and quiet the house could be during the day. No long walks with Samson, no lively (though somewhat incessant) conversation on every topic that came to mind. Max was just so easy to talk to, and you hoped his breezy conversation and effervescence might rub off on you. Still, you dodged answering his question with more of your own:

“I was just ringing to see if you got settled in ok. Are you and Samson liking the new place?”

“Oh sure, those four cardboard boxes were a real workout to unpack. You know I do appreciate Al letting me have some furniture from our old room. It feels… weird, having my own place. But it’s been great so far! But you didn’t answer my question, Scout. How’re you? You sound a little- down?”

Max really was sharper than he looked. Despite his disheveled appearance and hopeless track record on all the 'Jeopardy!’ episodes you’d watched together, he could always sniff out if something was wrong emotionally. Even with a few miles between you, it was like he could sense the disquiet down the phone cord.

Truth be told, there was another reason you’d rang Max. You wanted to talk about things, and you couldn’t do that with Al. Not right now. You’d looked deep into those soft blue eyes the other day, wanting to ask so many questions- and you’d crumbled, toppling like a house of cards when confronted with those steel blue eyes full of fear. Those unasked questions still hovered on the horizon, like an approaching black cloud, distant but inevitable. You needed a few more sunny days with Al yet, before that storm hit.

Not that Max would know any secret his brother was harboring (aside from some wonderfully embarrassing childhood stories), but he did know more than most: about who you were, that young woman from the missing posters and the newscasts that most people thought of as a runaway, or else dead and buried somewhere. Max at least knew of some of your anxieties and the emotional strain you’d been through. Even if what he thought you were hiding barely scratched the surface of the secrets between you and his brother, reaching far deeper than he could possibly imagine.

As long as you didn’t mention anything too specific, surely Max could offer you some solace from your worries about Al. And maybe from your own guilt too- the guilt of staying despite what Al had done, the fact that those things were so easily forgotten when you lost yourself in the intimate asylum that you and Al inhabited. No, if you talked in vague terms, Max might just see those worries as a rocky patch between you and Al- a lover’s tiff, not awful fears about those dark, arcane truths that even you hadn’t quite delved to the bottom of.

“I’m- I’m ok, Max. I just feel a little funny sometimes. I don’t really have many people to talk to about everything."

“Sure, sure, I get that. You’re meaning the things about you on the news, right? Your family history? I guess that kinda stuff must be tough to try and process?”

“I mean, it’s not just that, though. The situation with me and Al. People wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, ‘cause of the age gap? It’s no big d-”

“Not that. It’s- well, it’s all just a little fucked up. It’s sorta hard to explain when it’s all so- so wrong.”

“Wrong?”

Shit. Had you said too much? You tried to recollect what you’d said in the last couple minutes, analyzing whether any little phrase or wording might have Max questioning the sheer insanity and potential truth behind your relationship with his brother. Trying to replay the conversation in your mind, you must have zoned out when Max filled the silence that stretched across the coiled phone cord.

“Hey, um, Scout- this isn’t about those masks, is it?”

Your heart dropped in your chest. The cream phone nearly slipped out of your grasp and you felt your face blanch at Max’s bombshell. You’d been pacing with the phone, carving trodden circles in the shag carpet, but that question stopped you dead in your tracks. You were too winded to let out any response other than a shaky, whispered “What?”. As far as feigning ignorance went, it wasn’t wholly convincing, but Max could tell how much that revelation had shocked you, and began backpedaling immediately, racing to explain himself in his hasty, bumbling way.

“Oh, shit, please don’t be upset Scout! Look, I know I shouldn’t have been snooping and I’m sorry, ok- but it was when I had a job interview, I was running late and outta clean shirts, so I went to borrow one of Al’s and I couldn't ask you because you were in the shower-”

“Oh, god. Max…”

“But it’s ok, really! Please don’t be embarrassed. I mean, it’s just sex stuff, right? I don’t want you to think of it as ‘wrong’ just because it’s a little, um, what’s the word…. unorthodox?”

Max hadn’t equated those devilish masks with the Grabber. And why would he- who even knew that the Grabber, the shadowy specter that no longer haunted the streets of Denver, even wore such a disguise? The masks had never even appeared outside, Al only having chosen to sport those masks inside the house: the ghastly smile; the deep-set frown; the unreadable blank mouth; the horns that crowned each of those wicked expressions. As gruesome as they might have appeared to Max, he’d only linked them to the salacious games that you and Al reveled in. After all, you figured, they were stashed away with Al’s box of tricks, right beside the rope and handcuffs and other little toys Al had picked up over the months…

You were almost too relieved by Max’s assumptions to feel mortified by his discovery of some of your most intimate, shameful games. He wasn’t entirely wrong, after all- he just wouldn’t know the previous role the masks had played for Al’s dark persona. As you thought about the misunderstanding, you wondered if you could use it to your advantage. If you could speak to Max about your guilty conscience, but have him think it was about your unconventional love life rather than your unforgivable choices. Just like you’d planned, where talking in vague terms might still end up with Max consoling you, providing some relief to your sullied conscience.

“Uh, thanks Max. I guess that’s a part of it, you know? Like, sometimes I feel I’m doing the wrong thing, like I should stop.”

“Do you want to stop, or do you want to be there?”

“I want to be there, but-”

“Then that’s all there is. That’s your decision. Not anyone else’s, okay?”

“You’re right. But if other people knew, they’d judge me, or think I was sick or something.”

“Fuck other people, Scout! You can’t live your life doing what other people expect is the “right thing” to do. Otherwise I wouldn’t have slept with half the people I have!”

“Huh?”

“Come on Scout, you saw those photos. I… I like women and men, alright? There’s plenty of people around who think that’s wrong, but honestly I don’t give two shits about other people’s opinions in general. Neither should you.”

The silence was so palpable you could practically hear the electricity buzz down the telephone wire. You were floored by Max’s admission, even if it did make sense, given those photographs he’d mentioned. Perhaps he’d had the comforting distance of the phone line between you to tell you that fact. Regardless, a small part of you was touched that he’d trusted you with that admittance. But mostly, you just felt even more guilty now.

Max had made that heartfelt confession on a misgiving, thinking you were wracked with guilt about your own sexual activities, comparing it to his situation, and how people would always hate what they didn’t understand. But they weren’t similar; they weren’t even in the same fucking ballpark, because you’d had to once again skirt around the truth to talk to Max. It felt as if you’d tricked that information out of him. You weren’t really talking about sex, but how was Max to know that? Once again, Max broke the silence.

“You, uh, you still there Y/N?”

“Sorry, yeah. I’m here. I didn’t know that Max.”

“Well, I don’t advertise it to everyone, ya know? I thought it might help you- I don’t want to feel ashamed at doing something that small minded people think is wrong, when that’s just bullshit.”

“Thanks, Max, for telling me. For trusting me with it. Does Al know?”

“Nah- it’s never felt like the right time, and I’m not a hundred percent convinced he’d understand.”

“Oh, ok. I won’t tell him or anything, because it’s not my place to. But Al’s maybe not as… old school as you might think.”

“Yeah, no shit ya kinky fucks!”

“Jesus, Max!”

After that, Max swerved the conversation to lighter topics, even beginning to arrange his next visit to the house (which, thankfully, would be in just a few days- Max had Saturday off to spend with his two favorite people, he’d said). You suggested he bring groceries, and you’d teach him how to cook a few basic dishes, so easy even Max might not mess it up completely.

“Sounds good, Scout- but how do I know you’ll be home?”

You wondered if Max could hear your eyes rolling sarcastically on the other end of the phone. Of course you’d be in- when weren’t you? Even if Max still didn’t know the exact reasons why that was the case, when he joked about it, it somehow made it feel more normal, less weird and suspicious than it actually was. Strangely, you welcomed the lighthearted teasing about it, but of course had to meet his ribbing with some of your own:

“Don’t worry Max, I’ll be right here and waiting for you- unless you skip town on us before then.”

“Oof, guess I shoulda seen that one comin’”.

“Hey, you made fun of me for being a hermit, I can joke about you being flaky.”

“I guess we all have our flaws, huh? I’ll see ya soon, Scout. Miss you.”

“I miss you too, Max.”

I miss you too, Max. At least you’d told him one truthful thing.

The dial tone flatlined as Max hung up, and you slowly lowered the phone into its cradle on the side table, still pondering the advice Max had given you.

You felt simultaneously shittier and better after the phone call.

Shittier, because you’d wanted some reprieve from all the suspected mistruths surrounding Al, yet had only fallen deeper into your own deceptions with Max. Once again, Max was opening himself up, laying bare his vulnerabilities to assuage your own. He’d opened up about his own sexuality to quell your own doubts about being perceived as ‘weird’ or ‘wrong’ in other people’s eyes. And you’d allowed him to think that your situations were similar, your heart panging in your chest at another necessary lie. Like weeks ago, when he’d told you about the abuse suffered at his father’s hand, telling you about his past after assuming your own family had hurt you when he saw remnants of the scar carved below your collarbone. When you continued to use your damn doublespeak to avoid revealing too much of the real truths, it made you feel dirty. It made you feel like a bad friend, and Max didn’t deserve that in the least.

But some of what Max had said really had helped, despite him not knowing what had really been bothering you these last couple weeks. Regardless, his advice still seemed sage- it was your decision to stay, and you confirmed that you did want to. Those choices were given freely these days- though a ridiculous part of your brain actually wondered if it would be easier if they were taken away, like before. When Al had removed the choice, you didn’t have to make any impossible decisions. But that was madness, and you weren’t under the illusion that things had been better when you’d resided in the basement against your will.

Freedom meant making difficult decisions, then. You loved Al enough to make those tough choices. For now, he’d given you no cause not to believe him about the house across the street. That worry was only an itch in your brain, a tingle up your spine. No proof, no evidence that he was lying, even with his villainous distractions. After all, Al had always liked to concoct new games to keep things interesting. Perhaps it was time to initiate one of your own, if only to keep your mind from straying into dangerous territory again.

#the grabber #the grabber x reader #the grabber x you #the black phone #black phone fanfic #the black phone fanfic #albert shaw x reader #albert shaw #albert shaw x you

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Blue Lock Boys + Giving Them Valentine's Day Chocolate

Pairing: Yoichi Isagi, Bachira Meguru, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri, Kunigami Rensuke, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, Valentine's Day, gift giving, kissing, slight blushing, showing off

A/N: A day late for Valentine's Day but I still wanted to write it with the BLLK gang and for all of you reading and sharing this with everyone else.

Isagi is very flustered about finding them in his locker. He knows they're from you of course, you put your name on the little card and everything. He's honestly glad that you're not here to see how excited he is about getting these, or how much he's currently blushing. Doesn't open them until he's with you because he wants to see your reaction to him accepting your gift with a smile.

Bachira was waiting outside your house, happily humming to himself, expecting the gift you were gonna give him with excitement. When you opened the door and walked up to him he was already putting his hand out with a big grin. He could have waited at least a little bit, but fine since he's already here he'll get his chocolates.

Sae is grateful for the chocolate but he doesn't want to eat them before having diner first. That being said you can bet that he's gonna carry it in his hand, while holding your hand with the other. So he's showing off a little, so what? He gets to get this gift and eat your homemade chocolate, he can gloat about it all he wants.

Rin doesn't really know how to react to this. Sure, he's happy that you're thinking about him, that you put in all this effort but is supposed to eat them now, or later when he gets home. Do you want him to make chocolate too? He's gotten many gifts for Valentine's over the years but not from someone he was dating, so you'll have to forgive his learning curve a little. He will give you a kiss though, he's sure you want that much.

Chigiri wants to share them with you. You made them for him and had the nerve to give them to him so he's not gonna say no, but it's your first Valentine's together. He get the idea to bite one end of the heart, and you can bite the other, then each can have half. If you're embarrassed to do in in front of others he can put the box in front of your faces but that just looks like you're kissing even more.

Kunigami is as excited as a puppy to try the chocolate you made for him. He runs up to you the moment he sees you and wraps his arms around you in a hug and a gives you a kiss, his little gift for you. And a date later of course, but first he wants a bite of the sweets, and he doesn't mean you. His face lights up even more when you give him the heart shaped box and he can only do so much not to eat them all at once after just trying one.

Reo doesn't just want to eat the chocolate you make, he wants to be there while you make it. Naturally he is distracting as well, wiping away the bits of chocolate off your face with his thumb and licking it up. Sits patiently while you bring him the finished product. He doesn't take a piece, he closes his eyes and waits for you to feed a piece to him, like the tease that he is.

Nagi didn't expect that you'd make him chocolate. To be honest he almost forgot that people actually make them for those they love. He'd usually get those store-bought ones and be satisfied with them, always polite to those who offered them. Yours is different, yours comes from your deep love for him, honestly he'd love it even if you bought it. Next time he'll get you something amazing too, just you wait.

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A STUDY IN YOU, chapter fifteen

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April 29th, 2019

The city was warm with anticipation of summer. Somehow May was around the corner--and despite the smile on Sophie’s face when your phone lit up on the table, your stomach did a flip when her eyes met yours.

It was a stand-off for a second, a dimple appeared on her cheek and she sipped her cocktail, waiting to see if you’d say anything.

“What?”

“...Are you avoiding him?”

You rolled your eyes. Max and Naomi were stuck at their internships late, and you should have known that a night alone with Sophie would include an interrogation complete with suspicious glances and nosy questions.

The setting? Your usual booth at O’Halloran’s.

“No, I’m not avoiding him.”

“That’s the second time he’s texted you and you won’t even open it.”

“I’m with you,” you brought your drink up and slurped it through the straw. “I’m being polite.”

“Fuck being polite--I want the details.”

“There’s no update, no new details” you confessed.

Her eyebrows arched, “none?”

You shrugged. “I think he’s taking a step back. Because of graduation.”

Now her eyebrows inverted, furrowed across her forehead when her nose crinkled in confusion. “Isn’t graduation the answer to all of your prayers? You can finally bone him without the guilt!”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily true,” you blinked a few times.

Sophie leaned back in the booth, apparently she didn’t agree with you and the look on her face made that clear. Instead of replying to your remark, she kept her eyes on you for a second.

“What’s the roadblock for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why won’t you just tell him you’re into him?”

You sighed, partially embarrassed that it was that obvious, but also relieved that it wasn’t a secret you had to protect…at least not with Sophie.

“Because that wasn’t supposed to happen--this was just supposed to be some fun and casual thing and I’m the one who fucked it up by catching feelings,” you rolled your eyes at yourself, groaned a little when Sophie smiled behind the rim of her drink.

“You didn’t fuck it up,” she assured. You forgot how good Sophie was at calming your nerves…sometimes. “And in the words of the hottest woman on the planet Selena Gomez, the heart wants what it wants.”

Right, and there was that charming sense of humor. She wiggled her eyebrows at you, obviously trying to get a laugh and help you fucking chill.

You smiled, let your shoulder slump a little when you took another sip. “Well, feelings only work if it’s reciprocal.”

“How do you know it’s not?”

“He’s my advisor, our professor--” you nodded at his titles, how on earth was she not understanding this?

“Who’s slept over your house, taken you out to eat…licked your pussy--”

“Okay,” you held a hand up quickly to cut her off, stifling a quick laugh at her vulgarity. “Doesn’t negate his actual role in my life.”

“So you’re just gonna let this pass you by?” Sophie’s eyes narrowed now, her tone more serious when you let your eyes fall back to your phone. A reminder buzzed--two iMessages!!

“I don’t know. I mean, when am I supposed to tell him? And what do I do if he says he doesn’t feel the same?”

She took the last sip of her drink. “Well, we’re literally about to go on a trip to Europe with him and that feels like a really romantic experience,” she said all of this like it was obvious, like you were an idiot for not realizing the way the universe was setting you up for a slam dunk.

“And if he isn’t on the same page,” she shrugged, “you come home and lick your wounds and you only have to see him at work.”

“Another reason I shouldn’t do this,” you pointed a finger at her.

“False,” she pointed her finger right back at you. “Another reason you need to be honest and mature and--” she cut herself off, surprised by her own depth and sincerity. “Jesus,” she made a face. “When did I turn into some lesbian Oprah?”

You laughed, she slid out of the booth and went to fetch another round. You picked up your phone when she was far enough away.

Jason Sudeikis (7:12pm): Found this in my laundry, assuming it’s yours?

A picture right below his message, the black bra you were sure had gotten lost at the wash and fold down the block. You felt your lips pull into a smile at his implication, whose else would it be?

You didn’t reply. Instead, you sat with the realization that Sophie was right.

But at least you didn’t have to tell her that.

Surprisingly, she left you alone the week leading up to the trip. You went with her to campus to pick up your caps and gowns, Naomi was an anxious mess as she prepared to showcase her work, and Max was just as panicked about packing as he’d been the year before.

But this time you all knew what to expect. The flights, the hotel, the coastal city and the charm of sipping fruity cocktails in the evening glow. Which is exactly what you did on your first night there.

“Okay,” Max said once he’d successfully captured the boomerang of your clinking glasses. He flipped his sunglasses back down and leaned back in his chair, a long sip when he looked around the circle. “We’re here, we actually did it.”

Cannes was bustling with people in town for the festival. The beaches were packed and the streets echoed with excitement and allure.

“Three long years later,” Sophie smiled. “Hard to believe, sort of.”

“Hard to believe Naomi’s going to be famous after this weekend,” you eyed her with a smile. She spent most of the plane ride over sleeping, claimed that any time she spent awake now was simply filled with anticipation and anxiety a healthy dose of holy fucking shit.

You could relate.

Naomi clutched a hand to her heart and grinned. “Thanks for coming, you guys. It means a lot, really.”

“Thanks for the excuse to come back! I’ll drink cocktails with you three anywhere, but this place rocks.” Max laughed.

“Okay,” Sophie’s glass floated in the air when she let her eyes scan the three of you. “What's our must do list this weekend?”

“Must do?” Naomi asked, you were glad you weren’t the only one confused.

Sophie straightened up to explain. “The stuff we absolutely have to do here before we leave. Obviously Friday night,” she shrugged, the night of the screening.

“Can we please do a bougie dinner on Saturday or Sunday?” Max pouted. “I didn’t eat enough when we were here last year.”

“Yes,” Sophie pointed at him in agreement. “For sure.”

“Let’s do Sunday, though.”

And just like that, three heads swiveled towards you. You sipped your drink and blinked behind your sunglasses. “What?”

Naomi smirked. “Do you have plans for Saturday night?”

“Potentially,” you shrugged. “I don’t know what, but—“

“You don’t know what?” Max’s face lit up. “It’s a surprise?!”

“Okay,” you tried to backtrack, voice automatically quiet. “Calm down. He texted me this morning and said keep Saturday night free if I can. So, here I am. Keeping Saturday free.”

You nodded slowly to make sure they understood. This wasn’t a big deal. You were just doing what you were told.

“And you don’t know why?” Max clarified.

“No.”

“Wow,” Sophie nodded. “A little romantic rendezvous in the South of France!”

“Or it’s just us having dinner or something—“

“Even you can’t be dumb enough to think that,” Max challenged, eyes narrowed when the corner of his lips twitched into a smirk.

You fought the smile on your face for three whole seconds, but when Naomi caught your eye you were done for.

“I don’t know, okay? I’m not sure what he wants or where things are heading and I am trying to not panic.”

They all nodded sympathetically.

“But this trip is not about my clandestine melodrama,” you reminded.

Sophie ignored this. “Are you going to talk to him?”

You let out a huff, slightly bothered that she brought it up in front of Max and Naomi, but also uncomfortable in the spotlight. “I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Maybe. Let’s see what happens on Saturday and I’ll consider it.”

Apparently that was good enough for her. She looked back at Max and Naomi and took other requests for weekend plans: drinks at a rooftop bar near the hotel, a morning at the beach and plenty of yummy glasses of rosé and whatever other alcohol tickled your fancy.

By midnight you were all jet-lagged enough to be face down in pillows, Sophie’s snoring was was enough to interrupt your slumber on a few occasions and sharing a bed with Max didn’t make for a restful night either. Oh well.

May 11th, 2019

Swanky music played in the hotel bar, you clinked a glass of champagne against Naomi’s when Sophie said a few words. The greatest of the great, nobody deserves it more.

You hadn’t seen him yet. You’d taken the elevator down and saw a few other students that milled about, ordered glasses of prosecco this time. Max was desperate for a change.

A dress much nicer than last year, one you could afford with your upcoming NBC paychecks. Marina approached after saying hi to some NYU kids you recognized from campus. She smiled when she hugged Max in greeting but when she saw you, she offered a look that was hard to read.

“Fancy seeing you all here!”

“We couldn’t miss Naomi’s big moment,” Sophie smiled, pushing her glass against Marina’s when she humble-bragged for your friend.

Marina grinned, “yes--I’ve heard, a huge accomplishment, Naomi, you should be very proud.”

“I’m definitely trying to soak it all in,” she nodded. “Trying to not throw up.”

“Completely understandable,” Marina reassured with an apologetic smile. “But I hope you do plenty of celebrating, this is an important week for you!”

“We’re forcing the celebration,” you informed. “Dragging her out if we need to.”

“Cheers to that,” Max pushed his glass into the circle once more before taking a playful swig.

You hadn’t seen Marina much this year, a few times on campus or in the Starbucks on Broadway. You’d catch up with her quickly, tell her about your amazing experiences at NBC or catch her up on your latest projects and scripts.

She was excited to hear about what the rest of your friends had been up to this year, interrupted eventually when Jason made his way over.

You hadn’t spotted him, caught off guard by the scent of his cologne: familiar and exciting all at once.

A chorus of greetings when his hand lingered for a moment too long on your lower back, you swiped him off and caught his eye for a second when he smirked.

He smiled at your friend. “Naomi--how are you holding up? Feelin’ alright?”

She looked at him quickly, you wondered how many times she’d be asked before she’d explode.

“Now that I’m starting to feel the alcohol I’m a little better,” she confessed, a smile when she looked at you.

It felt strange, now, to know they were in on the secret: the knowing look in Naomi’s eyes and smile, the way Sophie greeted him when he joined the group like an old pal.

The boundary between your group and his felt blurry after all these years. Like it melted somewhere along the lines and now there were times like these when there almost wasn’t separation at all.

And here, in France and on this trip with only nine days standing between you and a Master’s degree, the universe seemed to be tempting you.

So close and yet so far.

Will was only a few seconds behind, he laughed with Max about your return trip, hugged you when the room thinned out as people started heading towards the theater. You tucked your phone in your clutch, walked with them all along the glowing sidewalks, made your way inside the event space and took in the ambience: fancy perfumes and fancier people.

Another round of drinks before the lights dimmed. Somehow you ended up sitting beside him and Naomi squeezed Sophie’s hand the whole time.

Her film was met with a thunderous applause and a standing ovation by your row only--which probably embarrassed her a bit but you were too proud to care. You had another celebratory drink with her and mingled with the other audience members in your area.

The lights flashed again when you snuck by the drink line, heading for your seat when he caught your wrist by the bar.

“Hey, hey—hi, do you want a drink?”

You smiled up at him, “margarita—“

“On the rocks?”

You nodded, impressed he knew your order but also flattered he’d been paying attention. When he arrived a few minutes later with his hands full (and an old fashioned for himself), Max knocked his knee into yours.

“How thoughtful of him,” he let his brows dip in the cover of dimming lights.

You sipped your drink, fluttered your eyelashes at Max and watched on.

A few hours like that, and then you found a bar a few blocks over that had a corner booth in the back. A grumpy hostess handed over drink menus and Will cracked a joke about being terrible Americans. Naomi seemed to be a little less tightly wound, she slid in beside Marina and exhaled: thank fucking god that’s over.

Sophie chatted with other students--first and second years--when she sipped a glass of wine, Max was too busy asking Will about the best and worst production companies in Hollywood.

Which left you on the other side of Max, and on the other side of Max was Jason, who was boxed in by Marina and Naomi when he looked at you.

“Hey,” he nodded, a slight smirk when your eyes met. “I like the dress,” he quipped.

Poker face, you felt a slight twitch in your brow but didn’t let on. “Thanks.”

In front of everyone, casually. He knew what he was doing.

“Might look better on the floor,” Jason said quietly, a shrug of his shoulder and a sip of his drink as if to remind you he didn’t have any skin in the game.

Max peered over at him quickly, still engulfed in conversation with Will when Jason coughed a little and then cleared his throat. A quick mutter to Max--sorry--before he smirked in your direction again.

A close call, one that you washed down with another drink and more laughter. But you were surprised by the cool air outside the bar when your group spilled onto the street.

“It’s colder than I thought out here,” you commented, mostly to Sophie.

“It’s May in the South of France,” she rolled her eyes. “Means you didn’t drink enough,” she chided, heels clicking on the pavement when she turned around to make a silly face.

The city was bustling with groups like yours, patrons and Prada bags as you meandered down the skinny sidewalks and back towards the hotel.

“Do you want this?” Jason’s fingers tugged the lapel of his suit jacket--black and warm.

“No no,” you shook your head quickly, dismissing his kindness. “I’m fine, it’s a short walk.”

The breeze off the ocean and the long-gone sun had let a chill settle over the city streets. You listened to Will and Marina bicker about Scorcese films, shivered a little when another gust came through.

Jason took off his jacket in one movement, handed it over to you without a word. Will’s eyes followed the motion and didn’t seem to think much of it. You draped his coat over your shoulders but kept listening. They joked and teased and for a moment you wondered what would happen if you reached for his hand. It was almost that easy.

You stayed behind in the hotel lobby, lingered by the bar when Sophie requested a night cap. Jesse and Will did too, Jason met your eyes when he admitted: Tired, jet-lagged, heading up now.

Three minutes after the elevator doors closed behind him and after Sophie was sipping a sangria, you carried out your end of the bit.

“Wow--well, I’m pretty tired too.”

Max and Jesse didn’t hear you, Sophie smirked at the yawn you threw in for good measure, an arm around your neck when she whispered in your ear: go get laid.

So you read his text when the overhead arrow lit up, stepped inside and felt your heart thump like it had been doing for a year.

Jason Sudeikis (12:02am): 849

It wasn’t hard to find, the same floor as last year and he opened the door and smiled.

“Wow,” you stepped inside, looked around the room at the open balcony, the king-sized bed and formal sitting area to the left. “Good to know NYU shells out for the professors.”

“Oh--well, I upgraded, actually,” he shrugged, hands in his pockets as he also took in the sight of it. “I didn’t know if you’d be…staying…with me, at all.”

You smirked at him over your shoulder, “is that an invitation?”

“I mean I’d hope that sleeping in bed with me is more appealing than sleeping in bed with Max.”

“It is,” you laughed. “For sure. And Sophie snores.”

“Oh right,” he nodded, a smile when he remembered that piece of information from last year.

Another few steps towards the balcony and out into the cool night air. The city was aglow with restaurant signs and street lamps, music floated up to his room and the yachts in the bay bounced over tiny waves.

You watched him over your shoulder, he kept his eyes on yours as he made his way over, slow and intentional when he stepped outside to join you.

“I hope your friends aren’t waiting up for you,” his lips curled.

“They’re not,” you rolled your eyes.

He laughed, brought his arm around your waist when he pressed his mouth to yours. Out in the open, you turned towards him instinctively and tilted your chin up to kiss him. Deep enough but comfortable, you smiled when he pulled away.

“What?”

You let out an apologetic laugh. “I was just thinking that they’re probably smoking weed downstairs and will soon be opening whatever bottles they find in the minifridge.”

His eyes widened a little at your confession. He nodded and smiled down at you. “That’s what was going through your head as I kissed you?”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Hm,” he nodded. “That’s problematic.”

“Why’s that?”

He took your wrist and brought you back into the room, explaining over his shoulder with a playful smile: “I brought you back here because I’ve grown particularly fond of kissing you, and having sex with you--”

You let your eyebrows furrow, egging him on with a challenging smirk. “You have?”

“And I also enjoy when you’re so turned on by me that you can’t focus on anything else.”

“Feels a little narcissistic of you,” you commented.

Inside now, he turned to face you and smiled when you kept his gaze.

“No, actually, it’s quite selfless of me.”

You sat on the edge of his mattress, wondering how long you could do this before you tugged him down and top of you by the shirt collar.

“Selfless?”

“Selfless,” he nodded, a step forward.

Your hand reached out for his belt buckle, eager to progress towards skin and friction and heat. But he swatted you away and smirked.

He brought his hand to your jaw and leaned down to kiss you, his suit jacket still on the chair where you’d left it. Maybe it had been the sight of you in his clothes, the way you wanted to slip your fingers between his on the sidewalk and the way your friends acted like all of this was normal.

He liked the way you kissed him back, and eventually he nudged you onto your back and pulled your thighs down towards his face. You giggled when he tugged your panties to your ankles, felt your tummy tighten when he pressed kisses to the exposed skin.

His tongue lapped at your center after he couldn’t resist you, a choreographed number of flicks and fingers when you started to make more noise. Your fingers grabbed onto his hair, desperate to feel his tongue inside of you at the edge of the bed.

You pulled him up and worked at the buttons of his shirt, one by one until he tossed it to the floor and then stepped out of his pants. It was easier now, you noticed, to giggle and joke and tell him what you wanted and when.

He unzipped your dress and let his eyes sweep over your figure, he grew beneath the fabric of his boxers and even more when your mouth wrapped around him. He watched with hungry eyes but decided that wasn’t enough, he wanted all of you.

So you tugged him down like you knew you always would, let out a gasp when he pushed himself inside of you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he sighed, a rhythm in his hips when you arched into him.

“I would love,” you breathed, “to be fucked…hard.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

May 12th, 2019

His arm was draped over your waist when you woke up, sun filtered in through the curtain and you reached for your phone to see the time. 8:54am. Texts from the night before:

Max Prescott (1:35am): This bed is nice without you do not come back

Sophie Mendez (1:54am): Say hi to the PROFESSOR YOU’RE BANGING

Naomi Halter (1:55am): we love you have fun ignore the two assholes you stranded me with

Keep readingYou giggled quietly to yourself, felt the sheets rustle beside you when he opened his eyes.

“Morning,” he stretched, smiled a little when you clicked your phone shut and turned to face him, wondering if this would ever get old.

“Hi,” you greeted him quietly.

“Don’t even think about asking me what we’re doing tonight,” he said with a sleepy laugh when he sat up in bed, a look in your direction that told you not to push it. He stretched and peered over his shoulder, like he knew you had a comeback.

“I’m supposed to just go somewhere blindly with you?” As you said this he tood and walked over to the balcony in his boxers, hair messy from sleep and sex.

He turned to see you over his shoulder again, shrugged playfully: “Maybe I should get a blindfold.”

“No, no,” you backed off, lips twisting into a smile when he turned around. “I’ll be good, I swear.”

“Good,” he smirked, you could see the wheels turning in his head when he delivered his punch line. A few steps towards you when he spoke: “you’ve always been a rule follower. Some might say…a teacher’s pet.”

“I don’t have to go anywhere with you,” you reminded, a challenging look when you tugged the sheet to cover more skin.

He laughed, came and leaned forward to press a kiss to your mouth. It felt good. Warm. Normal to wake up beside him and normal to shower in his hotel room.

So after meeting up with your friends in the lobby for breakfast you walked around town, hoping they wouldn’t dig too hard for details or corner you in a boutique when you looked at bracelets.

The questions didn’t come until the walk back, the cobblestone sidewalks were easier to navigate than their prying: is he taking you somewhere overnight? Has he said anything about graduation?

You tried to play it off and ignore the ever present buzzing of your own questions, pricking and prodding as the clock ticked.

They sat on the bed in your joint hotel room and watched you try on outfits, Sophie pinched your ass before you blew an air kiss on exit, promising to give a full update upon your return. You could hear Max through the door once you walked down the hall and towards the elevator: She’s not coming back tonight.

Probably true.

Three blocks away from the hotel and around a street corner he stood next to an old car. The shade from gothic buildings covered his side of the street, an evening glow hung over the city.

You let out a laugh when he twirled the keys around his finger but almost dropped them onto the pavement. “Ready?” He lifted his sunglasses.

“We need a car? Where are we going?”

“You have to get in first,” he shrugged, walking around to open the passenger side door for you to climb in. You took a few steps forward, eyed him suspiciously when he smiled. “Just trust me. It’s fine.”

“Sounds like what a kidnapper would say, but I’ll let it slide,” you teased.

“Oh relax,” he laughed, climbing in beside you after rounding the hood of the car. You couldn’t tell the make or the model, knew from the leather interior and the radio in the dash that it might have been as old as you were. “It’s supposed to be--” he cut himself off quickly, “cute, or something, I don’t know.”

You felt your eyebrows raise when he started the engine, watched the palm trees pass by when he made his way out of town. Cute? He wanted to do something cute for you?

You bit your lip when he turned the radio on, then told you about the first time he came here--back in his early thirties--as the scenery shifted from bustling port to quaint country.

You sang along and laughed when he butchered the words to an old Britney song and for a moment his hand found yours and stayed atop your lap, but a bump in the road or any sudden movement could shatter the moment around you.

He pulled up to another coastal village within the hour, promised that you’d enjoy the evening when he opened your door to another cobblestone sidewalk by the sea.

“Dinner, nothing crazy,” he relented once he led you down the street and pointed at the fancy awning and script letters: La Baumette. “But since we can never really go out in New York I figured a tiny town in the South of France might be a bit more…private.”

“It’s beautiful,” you looked around, more palm trees and yachts that speckled the blue sea. “Hold on,” you said, reaching out to smack his chest. “Photo op!”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, smiled when he outstretched his hand.

“Oh come on,” you teased, a few steps over towards the railing when you pulled your phone out of your purse. “Enlighten me.”

He came over, slipped an arm around your waist and took the phone right out of your hand. He pressed his face against yours and smiled. He took two, handed it back to you and inspected them over your shoulder.

“A decent photo,” he quipped, a smile down at you when you looked up at him.

The words almost crept up your throat and over your tongue, slipping out into the orange sky when a man in a suit appeared with menus and gestured for both of you to follow.

I could spend every day doing things like this with you.

So you followed him over to a restaurant with oceanside seating, sipped prosecco and hoped that eventually, your heart would stop pounding and you’d be able to muster up the courage to ask what stood on the other side of your degree.

You ordered chicken and he got a risotto dish, it was easy to laugh about Will’s close call getting to the airport for the flight over, easy to talk like everything was about this was normal.

He kissed you on the sidewalk and licked from your gelato cone without permission and you knew. You were running out of time.

But the thought of bringing it all up and asking for some kind of something from him threatened to burst the bubble of an otherwise perfect evening, perhaps the best night you’d had with him, ever.

One without secrecy and uncertainty and one that, you realized, you could have stayed in forever.

But when you got back to the hotel reality set in. Sophie had agreed to be your cover--a fancy dinner for two best gal pals in case you were caught in the lobby and got suspicious glances. But the other faculty were nowhere to be found, too early for a nightcap at the bar.

“Jason!”

You heard his name from over your shoulder, you both spun and his brows arched at the sight: three guys his age in suits and ties and one of them was Will. Your stomach dropped.

“Hey, hi!” Jason said, a look down at you before he took a few steps over. Surprised but he hugged them, you stood awkwardly off to the side and wondered how much Will knew when he offered a tight-lipped smile in your direction. “I had no idea you guys were gonna be here this year--how are you? Holy shit! How’s Chicago?”

Right. Friends from a former life or former job and you were reduced to the 20-something who was waiting for validation and reassurance from the older guy you were sleeping with. Fuck.

They fell into conversation and you felt Will’s eyes on you. No introduction, no gesture in your direction, my student, one of my writers, nothing. You offered a tiny smile and cut in.

“Sorry--uh--Jason, nice to bump into you on the sidewalk,” a wave to Will despite the tension that now hung in the lobby. “Have a good night.”

You turned and felt their eyes on you, anger in your chest when you realized that you’d probably be stuck on the sidelines, like that, forever. Eighteen steps to the elevator and you pressed the button to ascend with a clenched jaw.

“Hey, hey--what was that?” He was behind you now, his hand around your wrist when the doors opened.

“Nothing, I’m good,” you shook out of his hold and stepped inside, forced a smile that he didn’t believe. “Thanks for dinner.”

“Y/N,” he made a face, looked over his shoulder, and then stepped inside. “What’s happening right now?”

The doors slid shut, only the two of you inside when you selected his floor. You had no clue where your friends were—hadn’t even seen Sophie in the lobby—and whatever conversation was about to unfold didn’t seem like one they’d want to walk in on.

“Nothing, Jason--okay? You can go hang out with Will and those guys, I’ll just get my stuff from your room and go.”

“Those guys are grad school friends,” he informed, “and if I did something wrong I’m gonna need you to tell me because I have no idea how we went from having a great day to this.” He motioned around the elevator as it slowed to a stop, as if your emotions had spilled onto the floor and were a mess he needed to clean up.

You stepped out and turned down the hall towards his room. You talked over your shoulder, “that was awkward for me--I was just standing there. Will saw us come in, and I have no idea what he knows, you didn’t even introduce me to them at all.”

He kept up behind you, pulled his keycard from his wallet when you approached the door to his room. He swiped, pushed it open and let you in. “Okay--sorry, yeah, I was thrown off by seeing them--”

Your clothes were on the coffee table, your toothbrush in the bathroom. Maybe it was the impending giant change in your life or the three glasses of prosecco you had with dinner, but either way, the emotion pushed itself into your eyes.

“I know,” you turned around quickly. The door latched shut behind him, he stared at you with lips parted, like he could tell that this might be the breaking point. “But after the day we had today and sleeping with you for nearly a year and playing this fucking game--or whatever it is that we’re doing!--it sucks to not even be introduced at all.”

He was defensive now, forehead wrinkled when he stammered. “Well I’m sorry, we can go back down and I’ll tell them--”

“No!” You groaned, letting your hands slap against your side as you walked further into the room. Time to get your shit and go. “I can’t do the charade anymore, okay? I can’t sit around and pretend I’m not going home with you or that this isn’t--” a long pause when you sighed, “something.”

“What am I supposed to do, Y/N? Walk in and introduce you and say, hey everyone, this is my student I’ve been fucking for almost a year?”

The frustration in his voice was clear, like he couldn’t even fathom why this was so hard for you to understand. Sure--he couldn’t say that. He couldn’t expose you and your bad choices and he certainly couldn’t expose himself, but the same question tugged at your heart and your thoughts when you looked up at him. He sighed again, like he had to state the obvious to keep both of you in reality. “We’re not a couple.”

No shit. But it only made you more angry.

“Even though the other pillows on my bed smell like you? And the fact that you took care of me after my birthday and you keep those chips in your stupid kitchen because you know I like them?”

He was quiet now, the words you finally spit out landed at his feet with a thud. A shrug of his shoulders when he shook his head and looked around the room.

“We can’t, Y/N--it’s not--” he sighed, cutting himself off when he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I can’t fuck this core faculty thing up.”

You hated the way your eyes were watering, hated the knot in your stomach when his words made it clear: he was choosing his job over you.

But what hurt worse than the look on his face when he tried to let you down gently was the voice in your own head that started screaming: I told you so, I told you so, I told you so.

Of course he had to choose his job over you. You were just stupid enough to be hurt by it.

“Yeah, no--I get it,” you shrugged, a few steps towards the door when you put words in his mouth. “It’s just sex and it’s just fun--”

“That’s not what I said.”

“--and you can’t risk your job and it’s better we just end all of this now.”

He knew you were being flippant, knew that there was anger laced in every word you said as you walked over to the door. “So you’re leaving because I didn’t introduce you to those guys downstairs?”

“No,” you said with a shake of your head, disappointed that he thought this was more petty than it was. “I’m leaving because I don’t want to be your secret anymore.”

You didn’t give him a chance to reply. You tugged the handle and pushed the door open into the hallway, partially because you didn’t feel like crying in front of him but also because the air in his room felt stiff and hot and like it’d wrap around your throat and choke you any second.

You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t admit that you were stupid enough to fall for him and you certainly couldn’t admit it if he was going to look at you like that: like the kid he’d accidentally led on for almost 365 days.

Bitter and alone and even more emotional thanks to the prosecco. You wiped your eyes when the doors to the elevator parted on his floor, another cruel joke from the universe when Marina--who now looked concerned at the sight of you--blinked a few times.

“Hi,” you said shakily, wiped under your eyes to hide the evidence. “Sorry--I’m okay, just tired.”

“That feels…like a load of shit,” she laughed a little, stepped off and crossed her arms. The hallway was quiet, you were quiet, unsure what to say. When you didn’t speak, Marina shrugged. “Wanna go down to the bar and get a drink?”

So you followed her back into the elevator, laughed when she joked about being a tourist with a fanny pack. You hung your purse on a stool at the bar, climbed up and eyed the menu when she slid it over.

She scanned over the cocktail list and didn’t make eye contact, her offer was casual: “Wanna talk?”

“I just had a bad night,” you dismissed, hoping that in the morning those words would feel more true.

You wondered what he was doing upstairs. Sitting on his bed like he had been when you left? Head in his hands? Exasperated and confused just like you?

She looked over at you now, eyebrows arched on her forehead. “Because of a man?”

You nodded. That felt safe to admit.

“Professor Sudeikis?”

You looked up at her quickly, eyes wide and lips parted. “No--” you shook your head.

She smiled, looked back down at the drink list and shrugged. “Your secret’s safe with me--I mean, you know, if it is because of him.”

You were silent, stomach in a knot and desperately trying to figure out what to say. I would never, he would never, it’s not like that.

But the way she smiled when she looked at you again brought a wave of relief. It didn’t feel judgmental, didn’t feel like she was disapproving or ready to call Dean Vasquez and rat you out. Instead, she waited for a moment, curiosity in her eyes before the bartender materialized in front of you. You both ordered: a gin and tonic for her and more prosecco for you, so much for celebrating. A deep breath when you turned to face her.

“How do you know?”

“Well--I don’t,” she said honestly, a little bit of a laugh. “Instinct, gut feeling, I guess.”

“I know it’s wrong,” you nodded quickly, figuring it was best to get out in front of it. “Unethical and immoral and fucked up.”

She looked surprised at the last one. “Then why’s it happening?”

You swallowed, dropped her gaze and inspected the polish in your nails. A single shrug. “Because I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” she laughed. “I mean, sleeping with your professor might not be the greatest decision you’ve ever made but…it takes two to tango.”

You nodded, already wondering if you’d said too much. “Please don’t say anything, Marina--I know it’s fucked up and I know it’s wrong but it’s done now. It’s definitely finished.”

You hoped those were good enough reasons. All of that paired with the fact that you knew Marina liked you and you knew she thought you were a great filmmaker.

She thought on this for a second, nodded to herself as she thought it over. “You’re also graduating in, like, a week. After that you can sleep with whoever you want.”

“I don’t think he even wants to speak to me right now, so--”

“He’s an idiot,” she said suddenly, a roll of her eyes when she put her elbows on the bar.

“What do you mean?”

A pause before she answered, like she didn’t know how to say it. “I figured that there might be something between the two of you,” she lowered her voice. “I mean, you guys are ridiculously flirty and even I’ve seen it.”

You shrunk at this. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You knew it was a bad idea from the start.

“But I didn’t know it was actually happening. If he’s already slept with you and is ending it now two weeks before you graduate because of a fight or disagreement or something, he’s stupid.”

You laughed a little, thankful for her solidarity despite the messy situation.

“I think we let it go on too long,” you said honestly. “Once or twice might have been fun, but, I don’t know. Now it’s messy and the lines are blurred and--” you cut yourself off. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be venting to you.”

The corner of her mouth pulled up, the bartender appeared and placed your drinks on napkins. “Now it’s messy and the lines are blurred?”

Okay, so you actually could talk to her about it.

“I mean, maybe not now,” you laughed. “It’s been messy.”

“Well,” she lifted her drink and let it bump against yours. “If you’d like to share, what made tonight end in tears?”

You watched as she took a sip, thought about how to string the words together to make yourself sound less pathetic.

“I--uh--kind of casually implied that it might be nice…if it were more than just…casual.”

She nodded along.

“But that was not received well,” you admitted.

“Ah,” Marina nodded.

“And I get it,” you said now, apparently the flood gates had opened and you were ready to talk it through. “He’s got the whole core faculty thing next year and obviously it’s not a good look.”

“Not exactly,” she agreed. A beat when you let out a sigh and took another sip. She was hesitant, unsure if she should even ask: “Do you have, like, real feelings for him?”

You laughed a little, watched the bubbles rise in your glass when you put it back atop a square napkin. Marina nodded, knew without words that your reaction was a yes. Luckily she knew not to pour salt in a wound.

“Well, you didn’t ask, but…from one woman to another, you’re too smart and talented and you have too much ahead of you to let some asshole guy make you feel like you’re not good enough.”

You giggled a little, let your eyes glance in her direction. “I thought you and Jason were friends?”

“Oh we are,” she nodded emphatically. “But that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of being an asshole.”

Another sip, she clinked her glass against yours and eventually Sophie showed up to take over. Naomi and Max, too, and when you climbed into bed that night beside Max and heard Sophie’s snoring, you felt a tiny bit better.

At least you could always count on them.

May 16th, 2019

To: Y/N L/N

From: Jason Sudeikis

Subject: Final grade

May 16th, 2019 - 1:56pm

Hi Y/N,

Thanks for submitting your final paper early, it’s great. Final grade for Theory and Practice Seminar is an A.

Prof. Jason Sudeikis, PhD

Cinema Studies, NYU Tisch

Office hours M/W 10am-12pm or by appointment

To: Jason Sudeikis

From: Y/N L/N

Subject: RE: Final grade

May 16th, 2019 - 6:28pm

Sounds good, thanks

Best,

Y/N L/N

MFA Candidate

Cinema Studies, NYU Tisch

(212-555-8495)

You’d never been a fan of long flights. Luckily, the one home from France seven days prior was made more manageable thanks to the window seat that Max offered up and the half Xanax of Sophie’s that you took with a swig of apple juice at the airport.

Jason and the rest of the NYU crew were on the same flight, different rows, far away, and fortunately there were no bathroom run-ins.

New York had bloomed in the days you were gone, your apartment felt tinier upon return and you immediately scoured the internet for job postings over a glass of red blend.

Not that you planned on applying. You know, you were just covering your bases.

A week off from work thanks to your impending graduation ceremony, a giant vase of purple flowers arrived from all of them. Dan, Jennie, Javier, and Jason. You wondered what he said when one of them suggested it. It was probably Jennie.

Your friends were supportive. They requested your presence at every pre-graduation event: cap decorating at O’Halloran’s and some type of booze cruise on the Hudson. The good thing is that they didn’t give you shit when you flaked at the last second both times.

In fact, you managed to make it through the whole week without a lecture from any of them about rebounding. Until you were on the subway heading for Yankee Stadium.

Your purple cap and gown was itchy, you stood next to Sophie by one of the doors and watched as Max scrolled on Tinder.

“Have you swiped right on anyone, ever?” You smirked at him a little, he looked up at you quickly and was already unimpressed.

“I’m picky--which is a good thing.”

“True,” you nodded. “Wouldn’t want you to accidentally end up with a loser.”

He looked back down at his screen and kept swiping. “Have you even been on any of the apps in the last year?”

Sophie let out a sharp laugh. “I bet her last chat is from when she matched with Sudeikis.”

“So what if it is?” You asked her.

Max looked up at you with puppy-eyes. “Maybe you need a hot date to take your mind off of Professor Daddy?”

“I would rather wine and weed,” you said honestly.

“He’s onto something,” Sophie pointed at Max. “Sometimes a rebound fuck is fun.”

“No thanks.”

“You’re being miserable on purpose,” Max made a face.

“Okay,” Naomi held up a hand. “Today is a happy day, remember? We’re all happy.”

She was looking at you. So you offered a giant grin and made your eyes bug out of your head, followed them to the student meeting area and checked in with your NYU IDs. You avoided the area where the professors were, had no clue if he was over there in his own dumb cap and dumb gown as part of the tradition of the day, but you figured that if one of your friends saw him, you’d find out within a quick 60-seconds.

The seats in the stadium were cramped and sticky, and the May sun was unforgiving. Your family was somewhere in the giant crowd and the whole thing felt anti-climatic. A ninety-minute ceremony and suddenly, just like that, you had a degree and a damaged ego.

It was a happy day. No matter how the last year of your master’s program went, you were proud of the accomplishment and proud of your friends. At least that’s what you planned on telling your parents when you met up with them for lunch in Chelsea.

They wanted to freshen up first, according to a text from your mom. So when they went back to their hotel you took the long way home, got off a few stops early and walked through Union Square to trade in your regalia for celebration-appropriate street clothes.

Another three days before you’d have to face him, plenty of time to think up some kind of out and rehearse it endlessly in front of your mirror: no hard feelings, let’s pretend it never happened, strictly professional.

Your diploma would arrive by mail in a matter of weeks, but now the last three years felt too big to print on paper. Countless scripts and short films, late nights in the library had all culminated into student loans and incomprehensible confusion.

At least you had a job you liked. Too bad you’d already slept with the boss.

So you were sad overall. Angry, sure, about the way he let you walk out of his room that night and the way he hadn’t texted you in a week. He avoided you in the lobby the morning you left and he hadn’t called.

But more than anything you were scared to think about your life without him. Or, well, without him in it the way he had been. Who would you complain to about Jennie? Who was going to talk you off the ledge about script submissions and red ink? Somehow he’d left a decidedly Jason-shaped hole in your life that felt obvious and sharp and sore.

Showing up at 30 Rock on Monday would be weird. Maybe not as weird as that time you showed up after he fingered you in his office, but still.

And in your absent minded strolling you turned left onto your block, stared down at the picture of the two of you in France before you decided you’d been tortured enough today. You clicked it shut, dropped it into the tote bag on your shoulder, where you’d already shoved your cap and tassel once you’d gotten on the train. Keys, somewhere inside.

“Hi.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice. He leaned against the iron railing, sat on the steps of your building like he’d been waiting for you all day.

You stopped, stood a safe distance away from him. “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to talk.”

“Were you at graduation?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I figured I did a good enough job of ruining your last year--didn’t want to ruin that, too.”

A beat, a breeze through the leaves overhead and a distant honk from a taxi. You stared at him. “Well, what do you want to talk about?”

He laughed a little, apparently less nervous now that you hadn’t had an explosive outburst or tried to punch him. “About us.”

You narrowed your eyes, couldn’t help it. “I thought there was no ‘us.’”

He ignored your comment, stood and looked you up and down with a smirk on his face.

“I like your outfit.”

Silence.

“Can I come inside?”

You exhaled, but then paused. “How long have you been sitting here?”

Another tiny laugh, like he was embarrassed to admit it. “Thought I’d catch you before you left, but--”

“I went to Sophie’s this morning.”

He looked at his watch. “I showed up at like, 8:30?”

Your eyebrows rose, it was already almost noon and Sophie had mimosas waiting for you at 7:30. The ceremony started at 9am and he’d been here all this time?

“Oh.”

“Yeah--I could use some water.”

You rolled your eyes at his request, he tugged on the collar of his shirt and pretended to pant.

“Cool it,” you warned. “I just sat in the direct sun for two and a half hours.”

He watched as you stepped around him and keyed into the lobby, “touché.”

He followed you up the stairs in silence and stood awkwardly in your kitchen when you got him a glass of water. You handed it to him and watched him drink it without pausing.

“I’m meeting my parents for lunch in…less than an hour.”

“I can be quick,” he nodded, another laugh when he wiped his mouth and put the glass on your kitchen counter.

You waited, unblinking, as he took a breath. Why was he here? What did he want?

“I completely understand and respect that you’re uninterested in being a secret--my secret, because you shouldn’t have to be one in the first place. Anyone’s. Which--you know--me being a professor and you being a student kind of fucked that up from the start.”

You nodded. Sure. Fine. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. You both agreed to keep your mouths shut.

“But--”

“But?”

“But at the start it wasn’t…this.”

“You lost me,” You said, not following.

Another breath, more a huff, really, that you tried not to laugh at. He nodded to himself and you wondered how much rehearsing he’d done on your front step.

“You were right…in Cannes, that this is something. And I think I’ve known that, but I’ve been so hung up on the fact that it shouldn’t be something. But that doesn’t mean it’s not.” He made a face at his own vagueness, smirked a little when you met his eyes again.

“Am I making any sense?” He asked.

You shrugged, still unsure where he was going and still unsure if you’d give in that easily.

He tried again. “Just because having feelings for you is unethical doesn’t mean I don’t have them.”

Now you nodded again, repeated his words in your kitchen. “So, you have feelings for me?”

“Are you going to repeat any of this to Dean Vasquez?” He asked.

“No,” you rolled your eyes.

“Then yes,” he nodded confidently. “I like you, and not just because I like having sex with you.”

You smiled, figured you’d play it cool for old time’s sake. “Good to know.”

His jaw dropped a bit in jest, he watched you turn around and unclasp your necklace. “Good to know?! I wait outside on your front step all day and that’s all you have to say?”

“I have to go meet up with my parents! And it’s only been a few hours,” you warned, laughing when he rolled his eyes at that. You took off an earring but held his gaze. “Maybe we can finish this conversation on the other side of my lunch reservation?”

“Should I come? Show them what else you’ve been doing this year aside from getting a Masters degree?”

“No,” you laughed at his joke, a few steps over towards your dresser. “Definitely not.”

He came and unzipped your dress without being asked, sat on the edge of your bed when you stepped out of it and into a pair of jeans.

“Well,” he pushed his lips out in thought. “I cleared my calendar for this, so I’m ready to finish this conversation whenever you are.”

You peered at him over your shoulder, ran a brush through your hair and smiled a little. There’d always been something there, the reason you got into this mess in the first place was due to the same thread of tension between the two of you that existed today, right here, in your tiny apartment.

“You can stay here--if you want? While I’m gone? Or you could leave and come back later. Up to you.”

He smiled up at you, maybe that was enough of an answer for him.

“I’ll stay,” he said, a quick redirection when his brow furrowed. “Just to be clear, you’ll come back if I’m here, right? This isn’t your way of getting rid of me now that you’re not my student?”

“You’re still my boss,” you reminded. “Sort of.”

He nodded, “and that’s still hot.”

You turned around, now changed and ready to shoulder a bag before heading across town. A few steps over until you were right in front of him.

He kept your gaze for a second, reached a hand up for yours. “I’m sorry I ruined the only real date we’ve ever really been on.”

You let out a quick laugh, tugged your hand away and patted him on the shoulder when you shook your head. “Oh, we haven’t been on a date.”

His eyes got wide. “Renting an old car and taking you to a fancy restaurant isn’t a date?”

“Up until…” you checked a wristwatch that wasn’t there and smirked, “two hours ago, I was still your student. So no. You can’t take your student on a date. But you can take the 27-year-old woman you’ve been sleeping with for a while on one.”

He fought the smile on his face, nodded slowly but played along. “Got it. Okay.”

“Okay? I’ve gotta go. Do you need a snack?”

“I know where you keep everything,” he reassured.

You leaned down, let him kiss you on the mouth before you smiled. “You’re sure you’re okay to stay?”

He was. He did.

Maybe neither of you knew how to do this. Maybe crossing lines and bending rules wasn’t your forte and when he clinked a glass of wine against yours that night on your fire escape, it felt okay to not know.

After spending a year living in uncertainty it was nice to wake up beside him, knowing that whatever this was, it was the start of your new chapter: whatever comes next.

AN: There's an epilogue, don't say I didn't tell ya!

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more terrible no good headcanons for eddie disaster dreamboat munson

I said that if anybody made him too cool I'd have to add more and that's exactly what I'm gonna do babes because I had to scroll for way to long to find him making spagetti-os

(posting again bc it wasn't showing in the tag)

(first post)

-genuinely doesn't know what those stains are. Didn't even know it was stained bc he's had the same fitted sheet on it with one corner tugged off for 8 months and forgot about them since last time

-throws away Tupperware if the stuff in it is too gross

-he's pretty sure that green sour candy counts as a vegetable so he does eat at least 3 a day.

-just. Doesn't ever throw things away. Stupid shit like the backs of band aids and paper straw wrappers and napkins and hooooo boy this has turned into a callout post about myself

-sometimes horseflies fly into his hair and get stuck and he can hear them buzzing around and doesn't necessarily so anything about it right away until it stops

-no room for legs in the front seat of his car that space is reserved for old fast food bags

-buys new underwear instead of doing laundry

-hey why do I keep writing genuinely embarrassing things that I literally do irl. Is this really worth putting myself and the 4 huge bags of laundry I have in my tiny car and all my band aid wrappers on blast. Next I'm gonna write that every surface in eddies house is covered in stacks of hobbies and papers that feel like a goddamn archeological dig every time I clean

-psych he does that too

- ok things that I don't also do so that I don't start having a crisis that makes me a tidier person:

-feeds a family of raccoons that live in an abandoned hunting cabin in the woods

-one time he let one live in his closet for a bit and hoped Wayne wouldn't notice (this may explain some of the stains)

-this boy spills. Everything. He's a hand talker and it doesn't matter if he's holding something.

-the hand talking is also terrifying when in a car he is driving

-never drinks water ever and it stresses ppl out

-every single time he sees somebody he knows in public he will try and sneak up on them to scare them

-wears shoes inside bc he broke glass on the carpet months ago and he doesn't want to vacuum.

-the only place he has to actually sit and do anything I his room is his bed because everything else is covered in stuff

-everything is covered in stuff but every drawer he has is empty

-theres one category of things he owns that is organized absolutely meticulously and idk what it is but he's very proud of it and when he says he's "cleaning his room" it means organizing like band tees alphabetically or sorting minifig painting supplies and everything else stays trashed

-it's a perm and he did it himself in his bathroom 100%

-hair dye stains all over the bathroom from an ill advised look a while back. and maybe a few more times

-doesnt have a compulsive habit to bite his nails he does it bc he can never find the damn fingernail clippers

-notes and doodles. All over his arms

- yknow how when u were in school by the last day you'd have like one pencil and nothing else and u kept a hold of it bc you couldn't find any others?

- eddies been at that point since about half way thru his first senior year. He has one pencil and it is a stub (it is a d.a.r.e. pencil and he does find it funny) with no eraser and it's not sharp and it had a million bite marks on it

-has little stoner burn holes in all his clothes all his sheets his matress his sheets and the seats on his car bc he needs to be more careful and is gonna end up starting a fire someday

-wait that last one was a me thing

-maybe this is how I can embrace my flaws. make eddie do em too. it's cute when he's disgusting

-I no longer have improve myself at all

-puts random food in his pockets for later even though it will get linty. Gonna go ahead and say that I don't do this.

-isn't actually that good at guitar it turns out

-I gotta stop myself now because I know they'll just keep comin but add any you can think of or dm me because every time he gets worse he gets more of my love so like 2 give him a hug reblog 2 spray him with a hose

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Hi!✨anon here.How are you?Can I ask a general hc of how Barbara would react with a s/o that is an Idol in other regions?thx!

1. Sorry, I couldn't really find the owner of it, but on top left corner, it tells you where it came from

2 Youtube poster: Genshin impact

Ofc! Anything for you :D

Note; honestly idk if—...ok thus is gonna sound weird/wrong or at least to me but idk if you want like Barbara x reader or something?? I'm terrible at this. Ima just do what my mind says, advance apology; sorry if it ain't right. I can change it also you are taller than her. I will make you taller than Barbara

DeviantArt artist: EvanVizuett

Barbara & Idol! Reader

Bold is reader

The first day you both met was when she was thinking 'when will I be tall as big sister?'

(Just a little famous line of hers—)

Until she heard some people in the corners talking about you. She knew eavesdropping was bad, but she's so curious! What business do you have with her big sister? Well, she knew you were famous judging from how many people were talking about you. She also heard that you were gonna arrive tomorrow and Jean would be there! How exciting to meet this "person".

The next day she saw you. Her eyes widened as she never saw this kind of beauty, but soon enough, her view was blocked by the crowd of people. She tried getting closer to you, but the time she was in front of the crowd, she stumbled on a rock, and her face was about to land on the ground. She shuts her eyes, waiting for the impact. She didn't feel the impact. She opened her eyes to look up to meet yours. 'Ah....this is so embarrassing...!' She covered her face, then bowed down, apologizing for the trouble.

You reassured her that it was no big deal and was concerned if she was ok. You didn't know Jean little sister was so shy. Well, actually, you kinda expected it since Jean herself was a little shy. Jean helped Barbara get up and check if any injuries had gotten to her. Thankfully no, not a single scratch. Jean thanks you for catching her sister. Even after some years of meeting, she's still so shy. You known her well, so you could read her like a book. She is hella red.

You gave her a pack of ice, "Oh my, you're getting all red! Is the heat getting to you?" You tried holding back a laugh. Key word; tried. You let out some laughs. You promise that you would go around to see mondstadt more with Jean. Anyways back to Barbara, she tags along of course. It was an off day for her, so she spends her time with her big sister and you! It's technically a win-win.

You and Jean talked about etc. As she listened to your beautiful voice, she heard that you were an idol!

"Wow! You're so cool! Oh? *gasp* You are an idol from multiple regions?! What was it like there?" She would probably ask you some questions about the travel of yours throughout the regions. She does asks you, "What kind of Idol are you?" If you say you sing, she would practically and politely beg for you to come sing at the church. She tells you about Barbatos and asks you to sing some personal song for her and the church, and maybe Venti Barbatos would come and love to hear your voice. She's also very surprised how good you control your voice.

She would 10/10 let out some laughs if you do some goofy, micky mouse voice or something—

If you say dancing, she would asks you to maybe make up some dances for her and maybe Jean will join for fun. She would look up to your lessons of dancing. She's fascinated of how many styles of dancing there is.

If you are like a style idol (I forgot what it's called), she would love for you to design some outfits. Oh how she loves how you know exactly her taste, "aww, you look so adorable." You chuckled at the flustered state she's in. She would also be curious about how big sister would look like in the style of clothes you would do for her.

You and Barbara had a great time.

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Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Six.

Huge thanks to everyone who is regularly reading and offering commentary! You’re all lovely people! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,654

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Angel always hated when he forgot to draw the bedroom curtains at night, the streaming light disturbing his slumber, his sleeping off of the outlaw life and all the excesses that came with it. Except for one particular morning, when he awoke to see the sun lighting Bella so beautifully, it was an image he knew would be burned into his brain forever. Still, he took a picture of her, because she looked so perfect, curled up, as beautiful as she was adorable.

He knew she’d want to see it, too, because usually, Bella looked feral when she slept, hair dishevelled, sleep talking, hissing; she was more sleeping funny than sleeping beauty. He’d nearly died laughing the week previously when she’d announced ‘there’s a chip shop over there! I’m driving the orange Beetle, there’s no bread rolls in Paris.’ She too had found it hilarious, the bread rolls thing swiftly becoming an in joke, Angel receiving a text a few days on, a picture of the aforementioned baked item with the text ‘NONE IN PARIS!’ accompanying it, cracking him up all over again.

Lying there, he watched her sleep for a while before getting up and taking a shower, returning to find her beginning to stir.

“Morning sleepy.” He leaned to kiss her, Bella rubbing her eyes and murmuring as she kissed him softly, stretching.

“Blah, don’t kiss me! You’re all lovely and fresh, and I’m still grotty. Bog monster realness over here,” she complained, Angel snorting with laughter.

“Nope,” he hummed, kissing her forehead. “No bog monster, just my beautiful girl. See, look. I have evidence.” He reached for his phone, showing her the picture.

Taking it, she sat up a little, focusing. “Oh! Look at me, I did a pretty sleep!”

He laughed softly. “You did do a pretty sleep. Are you awake now, or dropping off again?”

“Hmmmm,” she pondered, handing his phone back and moving to cuddle against him. “Can I stay here on the chest until I make up my mind?”

She killed him with her cute, Angel kissing her hair, twirling a curl around his finger. “You’d better.” he chuckled, his fingers lifting the cropped Aerosmith t shirt she had on, stroking her back as her nails circled at his nipple, Bella clearing her throat and having a little cough before making a nervous noise.

“Oh no. Oh, I think we have an issue, or at least I do.” Her eyes widened, feeling a little spread of warm between her legs.

“What?”

“I think my angry monthly guest just turned up. Oh no, I hope I didn’t puddle the sheets!” Angel moved, lifting her legs and checking. “Nah, but your undies weren’t so lucky. Come on.” Getting off the bed, he picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom.

“No! What if I bleed on you?” Bella cried, embarrassed. She’d never gotten her period right there next to a boyfriend before, Angel snorting as he placed her down on the toilet.

“Well, you didn’t,” he began, glancing at himself. “And if you did, it’s just a little blood. I ain’t gonna freak out. Just so you know, too, I’m totally down for shower sex if you need me to make you cum loads and ease your cramps.” He smiled, leaving her to get herself sorted out, Bella sitting there wondering how the hell she’d gotten so lucky. Her last boyfriend had shut her down completely when she’d mentioned to him that she had period cramps, telling her it was disgusting, and he didn’t want to hear about it. Angel? He just accepted it as something that happened without fuss.

“You want pancakes, babe?” he called, as she was rinsing her underwear.

“Please!”

“Blueberry or chocolate?”

She was thoughtful for all of two seconds. “Both?”

“On it.”

Another amazing thing about Angel? Damn, the man could cook. He made them enchiladas for dinner the night before, and they were unlike any others she’d ever eaten. ‘Veefe ar amafin!’ she’d muffled through a mouthful of cheese laden chicken and peppers, her tongue tingling from the smoky spices. Once she’d showered and cleaned her teeth, she went back into the bedroom, pulling on her bra and a pair of his grey sweats, which she had to turn up several times at the waist and legs, so they didn’t bury her completely, padding out to find him in the kitchen, passing her a plate.

“I love you,” she cooed, taking it, kissing his thick shoulder.

“Love you too.” He turned off the stove, picking up the syrup and moving to the table with her, smiling when he saw she was in his sweats. Some guys got irritated by their girlfriend stealing their clothes, but he loved it. He liked watching her make herself at home. “So, any thoughts over what you want to do today? I don’t mind, we can stay here and chill if your womb of doom is being too much of a bitch.”

She snorted with laughter at hearing that, her womb of doom. “I’ll take some ibuprofen once I’ve eaten, so that should help with the doom situation,” she began, taking a sip of orange juice. “After that, there is somewhere I’d like to go. There’s a photography exhibit at the San Diego Museum of Art I’d love to go and see, but if you don’t want another long ride out there on top of taking me home tomorrow then that’s cool, we can just find something to do down here.”

He adored that about her, that she was so considerate of him as sole license carrier in the relationship, Bella still only learning to drive at that point and still freaking out about it all ‘being the wrong way around’, since she’d previously taken her driving lessons on British roads, of course. “Yeah, of course we can. Who’s the photographer?”

Bella sat and informed him all about the work of Frieda Sanchez, a young photographer from Los Angeles, who travelled the entire state to photograph urban landscapes, some with models posed, some with regular people, some without. Mostly, though, she was making a name for herself for her work she did with the homeless, using half of the money from her sales to give back to the community, a community she’d been part of for a few rough years in her teens. Bella thought she was fascinating, as did Angel too, by the time she was finished speaking of her and showing him some of her shots on Instagram.

After getting ready, Bella emerged from the bathroom, Angel taking one look at her and shaking his head.

“What? Did I smudge my eyes? Oh, bollocks! I knew I didn’t wait long enough for the liquid liner to dry before I put my lashes on,” she panicked, Angel getting up.

“No, no, it ain’t that. It’s just, most chicks just wanna be comfy and casual when they’ve got their period, and you? Look at you, still all glam, all sexy, rock n’ roll princess. Damn, I’m a lucky bastard.” She was wearing skin-tight black jeans, a little red velour cropped top with lots of fringe hanging from the bottom, a pair of skyscraper heeled leopard print boots that were more like stilts, and her makeup and hair immaculate.

Two hours later, and they were walking hand in hand around the museum, viewing the photographs in person, Bella studying them carefully, taking her notebook from her bag, scribbling things down.

“Inspired?” Angel asked quietly, his eyes flitting away from a picture of a homeless woman laughing with joy as she sat beside a fountain.

“Absolutely!” she replied enthusiastically, continuing her notes before placing the book back in her bag and returning her focus to the pictures. The way Frieda had captured the vibrancy in her subjects, she found it so touching, her favourite the series Angel had just viewed, the homeless woman by the fountain. The one that touched her most was a selfie style shot, Frieda holding the woman close as they both beamed, Bella touched by the fact that although the woman had so little, not even a home to call her own, she seemed so bright and happy.

It was clear that the artist saw her subjects as people, real people, with emotions, with stories, some of which were included in the notes below the pictures, and it was this keen interest that showed through in her work. As he looked over each exhibit, Angel kept one eye on Bella, smiling to himself as he witnessed the notebook being brought out again, loving how there was no limit to where she found her own artistic inspiration.

It seemed they were the cause of someone else’s inspiration, too, standing outside of the museum, basking in each other’s affection as they tried to decide what to do next, being approached by a face they recognised instantly.

“Excuse me, I’m so sorry to bother you guys. Frieda Sanchez.” She offered her hand forth, Bella gaping, bouncing excitedly on her heels.

“Oh my god! It’s you! We just saw your exhibit, it was so bloody good!” she squeaked, Angel smiling at her enthusiasm.

“Thank you so much!” she replied graciously. “Yes, I saw you both looking around, and I hoped I’d catch you before you left. Would you mind if I took a couple of pictures of you? You guys are such a gorgeous couple, you’re both too good an opportunity to pass up. If you give me your email, I’ll send you the pictures I take, too.”

They instantly agreed, Frida moving back and telling them to just act as they had been, to forget she was there. After taking a few shots, she thanked them, posing for a selfie with them that Bella took and getting her email before leaving them in peace, Angel finally being the one to make a decision over their next destination, and taking her for a burger. Of course, she chose one almost the size of her own face, getting into a huge ketchupy, mustardy mess while she ate it, and gave not one single damn.

God, he loved her.

When Bella received the email from Frida a day later, she squeaked with excitement, viewing the pictures, falling in love with all of them. One stood out particularly though, them just gazing at one another, foreheads and noses touching, Bella’s hands rested either side of his neck, one of his around her waist, the other gripping her bum. It was candid and beautiful, and it showed clearly just how in love with one another they were.

Hightailing it out of the lunchroom, she ran down to the art studio, where the large-scale printer could be found, along with the lovely lecturer who she knew would let her use it.

“Professor Mackie? Can I please do a print?”

The teacher, with her head of cascading, silver curls turned in her seat, smiling warmly. She liked Bella, often stopping by the music labs since that was where her fellow professor and husband worked, hanging around to listen to her sing. “Sure, Bella. Let's take a look.” Bella handed her phone over. “Oh, that’s a beauty! What a handsome couple you guys make! If you ever have enough, can I borrow him? I’ll have him back to you, bathed and fed in about a... week?”

Her wink cracked Bella up more than her words. Elizabeth Mackie was such a fun woman, never losing her zesty spirit, even at sixty-three years old. Locating a cable, she plugged in Bella’s phone to the computer and moved the image across, setting it up for A3 and sending it to the printer. One gorgeous black and white printout and a trip to buy a frame on the way home later, and Bella had a perfect surprise gift for Angel.

“What are you trying to hide there?” he asked as she walked into his house two days later, after getting there under her own steam. He did wonder, why she said she didn’t need collecting from the station and told him she was getting a cab.

“Open it!”

Taking the large gift, he sat down, tearing the paper from it, raising his eyebrows. “Oh, baby! That’s sweet as fuck, look at that! Damn, we’re good looking!” He smiled, taking in all the little details of the picture, knowing it was swiftly going to become his favourite thing hanging on the wall there in the lounge. “Thank you, I love it.” He turned, kissing her before locating a hammer and a picture hook, of which he knew he had somewhere in the kitchen junk drawer.

With a little help from her, he had it hanging up on the wall just above the TV in about ten minutes, standing back a little to view it.

It was perfect. Just like them.

“Right, I’m gonna get out of these frigging jeans and into your sweats. Bloody womb is on fire!” she announced, Angel snorting with laughter.

“Alright, baby girl. You wanna do anything tonight, go out, or just be low key and get a pizza?”

She immediately resurfaced from the bedroom, pointing at the drawer where he kept the takeout menus. “The square one, with the thingies and the things!”

“One square pizza, with chicken and olives for the crazy British girl.” He was one hundred percent fluent in Bella Thorpe at that point, usually knowing exactly what she meant when referencing thingies and things across a multitude of situations.

Two pizzas, a couple of bottles of beer and one movie later, and she was content. Well... almost.

“I’m so fucking horny!”

Angel side eyed her, pausing from rubbing her feet, as he knew he’d have to after she’d decided to wear boots with six-inch heels all day. “Shower?”

“Yeah, although I didn’t want to get my hair wet again,” she complained lightly.

“Bitch, bitch, bitch,” he muttered, earning a foot in the thigh.

“Oi! I’m not bitching, it’s perfectly valid.”

He scoffed lightly. “Well, if you want it! Unless we put a towel down.”

She looked horrified at that. “Oh no, can’t. It’s still like the elevator doors opening in The Shining down there!”

He winced. “Yeah, thanks for the visual, baby.” He thought on it a little more. “Unless we use the sponge method?”

Bella paused from sipping her beer. “The flippin’ what?”

“Sponge method,” he repeated. “It’s how women who do porn still work while they have their period, they just shove a bit of clean sponge up there and it catches the blood.”

“Do you even have a brand-new sponge?”

“Yep,” he confirmed gesturing in the direction of the bathroom. “There’s one in the cabinet.” He watched her as the cogs turned in her brain. “What are you waiting for?”

“I need to contemplate. I have to consider,” she spoke, finishing her beer.

“If you go wash up all fresh before you put it up there, I’ll go down on you, too?”

She was out of her seat so fast, she almost tripped over the coffee table, Angel guffawing at her. She located the sponge, cut a third of it off, and did what she had to do. Fifteen minutes later, and she was lying on his bed, his head between her legs, his tongue feeling amazing as it beat across her sensitive clit.

“So, there’s really nothing coming out?” she checked with him. Again.

He sighed a little, raising an eyebrow. “Nope, nothing. Well, you’re really wet, but the sponge seems to be doing what it’s supposed to be doing. Just lie back, relax, it’s all good.” He had her out of her head with ecstasy before long, Bella finding both her pain and raging desire sated in equal measures, thinking to herself that she’d definitely try this again in the future. Well, so long as the sponge held up to Angel’s usual brand of sexual carnage.

Sitting up, he pushed her legs forward, her knees touching her chest, her puffy slit opened to him, the head of his erection swiping her thickened folds. He took a few moments to tease, stroking her with his cock before pushing within, sharply drawing in breath as her plush sheathed him, her wetness bathing his shaft in a hot, needy clasp.

He viewed her intently, the way her mouth fell open and her perfect little tits began to heave, her helpless gasps filling his ears as his big cock bottomed out repeatedly, her reaction a feast for his eyes. The sight of himself entering and retreating her was mesmerising, gazing at the way his slippery shaft glided so effortlessly into her. He could feel her fluttering around him already, the sensation threatening to pull him under, make him mindless, drag him into careless abandon.

“You’re gonna ask me if there’s any blood, aren’t you?”

She crinkled her nose, smiling shyly. “Is there?”

“Not even a drop.” It felt a little strange, the tip of his cock hitting against the sponge, but not unpleasant, and certainly not in a way that would make him stop. Oh no. Only one thing would lead to that.

“Where are you... oh. That’s where you’re going,” she purred, Angel moving to wrap his mouth around her folds again, delighting her with a very hungry suck. He groaned, all grit and gravel, his mouth full of sweet tasting, petal soft flesh, his deep brown eyes blown with near crippling lust.

The press of his tongue over her hard little bud had bliss skittering through her, shuddering against his face as her legs tensed, enjoying it too much, if such a thing was possible, Angel moving to kneel before her once more, sinking back inside her. Her pounded her voraciously, every last inch of his girthy hardness, evoking her helpless wails, the lewd noises of their sex filling the air.

A bonfire of lust roared up her spine, chased by fervid thrusts, feeling as if her insides were about to explode into glorious glimmers, Angel relentless, until he wasn’t.

“You bloody bastard of a tease!” she growled, yanking his hair in her fists with a playful tug, Angel winking at her, looking smug before once again, taking a mouthful of her wet folds. “Come on, big sexy. Show me a little mercy?”

“I am. I could go and sit on the couch and leave you in here by yourself. That’d be worse, wouldn’t it?”

She grumbled in frustration “I see the point you’re making. Still, it doesn’t lead to me getting what I want, which is to feel you spear me with that gorgeous, big cock.”

“You’ll get it eventually, once my tongue is done. After all, my favourite thing to have in my mouth is you.” Teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue, the light little licks had heat misting her veins, panting hard, her empty core fluttering around nothing with the injustice of not being filled by him. Such was his need to simply fuck her without pause, he gave into that need quite quickly, spearing her fluidly, fucking her in absolute frenzy until she shattered for him, spent and breathless, shuddering beneath him as he filled her with his own thick ropes of release.

“How’s your cramps?”

She grinned. “What cramps?”

“Ahhh, job done.” He looked pleased with himself, lying on his back and feeling all relaxed and dreamy, Bella going to the bathroom to retrieve the piece of sponge.

“Angel?” she called after five minutes.

“’Sup?”

“Erm. I need some help. It’s stuck.”

Oh shit.

“Give it a few minutes. All your muscles are probably still all contracted and shit.” He had a point, as ineloquently delivered as it was, Bella sitting on the toilet and waiting, bearing down a little. Ten minutes later after a little root around, and she still couldn’t grasp it.

“Baby? It’s still stuck!”

Angel closed his eyes momentarily, trying not to laugh. “Jesus Christ.” Getting up, he headed into the bathroom, finding a very pink cheeked Bella sitting there. “Alright, get in the shower so you don’t drip all over the floor.”

What followed was perhaps the most mortifying hilarity she’d ever experienced.

“Can you feel it?” she asked, Angel trying to locate it, his fingers burrowed deep.

“Yeah, but I can’t quite get at it. Shit, it’s wedged up there good. I need tweezers.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re not putting those up there!” she cried.

“Kitchen tongs?”

“Angel!”

“What? They have silicone grip! They’re soft!”

“You are not putting tongs up my fanny! And there we are, a hundred points to me for sentences I never thought I’d ever say!” she snorted, hand over her mouth as she cracked up, Angel much the same, still trying to pull the edge of the sponge down enough to grip it.

“Alright, I’ll have to take you to the ER, then.”

Her scream of protest was immediate, and loud. “No fucking way. I can’t! The embarrassment!”

He exploded with laughter at that point, managing to finally grasp it between his fingers, yanking it out, his hand a bloodied state. “Well, looks like we’re taking a shower after all.” They both burst into hysterics, unable to stop as they laughed so hard, no sound came out.

That’s how relationships were; you took the good with the gross. It also gave them another in joke to die laughing about all over again.

“Hey, is there a sponge anywhere? I gotta clean my bike,” Gilly asked, coming into the clubhouse a couple of days later, Angel blowing out a mouthful of beer as he laughed, Bella at his side in a similar state. “What?”

“Nothing.” They both chorused, looking at each other and dying all over again. Gilly never did find out why the mention of a sponge had sent them into hysterics, and never again did Bella ever use one for blood catching purposes. Shower sex was just fine, she decided.

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