#i made plans with someone on friday that i usually always worry he's going to cancel

[thegoldensundreamer]

Love At Last

Onyankopon x black!reader

Warnings: exes, use of n word, squirting, fingering (f receiving), eating out (f receiving)

Word Count: 6.2k

He was a little older than me. A junior, and I, a sophomore. In college, you only had two focuses: have fun and study, and truthfully it helped me. No matter what anyone told me I had control to do whatever I wanted in life and didn't want anyone's opinions on how I'd be living it.

Honestly, that's what made my other ex's love me and even some, hate me.  But I mean it wasn't like he was always putting his expectations too high for me. Onyankopon just wanted to see me as my best self. When we broke up and I told him the reason as to why I couldn't do it anymore, it all really didn't make sense. I wanted to tell myself that I knew the reason as to why he was just so terrible but subconsciously I knew I didn't. And it was hard for me these past months. Really hard. I been seeing him on campus like a thousand times and he just keeps getting more beautiful and glowin like the sun.

He's the head of his team now and it never helps me that he didn't ever have any girls he just messed around with. Especially bonding and having a real relationship with his exes. Including me. And Its painful seeing him just living his life and me not hating him for any reason because he is really a great guy. So whenever I see him I make sure to shift my eyes to the complete opposite direction of where his head is at. Or even cover my face with a book or a water bottle to not have that awkward walk past. But I kind of wish he chased after me... and although I know its selfish I'm just as confused as when I left that boy. But I guess we all just have to move on.

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"The assignment is still due this Sunday at 11:59 on Blackboard. I don't want any emails, text messages, or conversations next class about an extension. Period."

I honestly think Professor Rodriguez is tweaking now. No excuses? What if someone is sick or something?

The whole class groans as we pack all of our stuff. I mean, it's just a paper so I'm not tripping or anything. I just got to make sure to do it before the Que party this weekend. There's never been a problem before so I don't think I have anything to worry about.

Me and my girls have been planning to go to one of the Que parties we keep infamously hearing about. It's always wild, lit, and memorable till you graduate. All of a sudden when you get that degree they don't exist no more because you don't want no one to know of the hoe tales.

I haven't been to one of their parties yet, but Im excited. I haven't been outside in a while especially since I ended things with Ony. A few kickbacks here and there were going on this past semester for me but that's about it. I like being inside just as much or even more than I like being out.

When I walk down the university building, I put in my headphones ready to blast some Sexyy Red. That woman music got something in it I swear.

"I'm looking for the hoooesssss" I mouth to myself while I nod my head. Shit, I forgot how hard that bass goes. As I bob my head I can't remotely hear the voice behind me trying to catch my attention.

It was Jaden, one of Ony’s teammates, and he's also in Professor Rodriquez class. He gave up calling my name and just let me go.

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When I finally left the building and head to my car I instantly switch my music over to the Bluetooth aux and look at my assignment before I pull off. You see... he assigned it to us last Friday and I for real have just been procrastinating till now. I would say my time management is usually really good but its not.

"Ok so I got to just write about 500 words. I could do this tonight no problem."

I put down my phone and start adjusting my rear view mirror only to find light grey clouds of the day turning darker grey. I really hope it don't storm when I'm on the road.

Driving out of the lot and onto the highway, I continue blasting my hoochie playlist. Shrugging at the random pain in my heart I'm feeling, I call one of my girls talking about how much I think this party gon cut all my feelings from Ony and revive the party girl in me.

Im pulling into my apartment complex excited . I haven't been this joyous to go to a party in a while. The mere thought of shaking ass is bringing me serotonin. Just a sweet release of stress. Plus, it's Friday and the party is Saturday night so I'm definitely geeking.

When I stumble up the steps right before the entrance to my residence giddy and jovial, looking for my key, I slightly looked up. The scream in my head is definitely showing me how much I'm not over this feeling in my heart.

I stopped my movement and fought the urge to back step all the way back into my car and hide. I'm not sure why hes here at this time. It's 5:30 which isn't late for real but just a bit confusing enough to make you question why the hell someone is at your door uninvited. Especially since its here. At my apartment. And it's him. With his aura and skin glistening like oil on a hot body.

He was in some black muscle shirt with matching jogger pants. Shyly smiling at me at first but then noticing my expression, he looked down at the state of his body and cringed before looking back in my eyes. Clearly embarrassed. "Sorry you seeing me like this, I just came from practice so I'm still a little sweaty"

I secretly moaned in my head. He looks so good I had to catch my breath and his voice is still captivating up to now. I still can't forget the way he used to t-

I'm getting sidetracked. Let me regain this composure.

"Is there something you need?" I quietly ask. This is no good. The whole point is out of sight out of mind. You know how you want to block somebody on everything and really go out of your way to not see them in person so you won't have to think about them or double back? Well I feel like I'm breaking that right now. It's not my fault sure but the shame still feels the same.

Ony pulls out an object from his pocket. A white, slightly long but thin figure. He looks at it for a moment before looking up at me again and holding it up.

"I came here to give this to you. Im pretty sure it's yours. At least that's what Jaden said."

I squint my eyes in confusion at what he was holding and hurriedly looked through my tote bag to find that I did not have my Apple Pencil for my iPad.

So that's why he's here.

Apple pencils are expensive so I'm not mad. I would've been more upset if I only figured out I dropped it when I got inside and tried to start my paper. But how did he even get it?

He reached his arm out as I began to walk up to him for my pencil. I thanked him for bringing it to me and awkward silence overtook the little rain droplets that noted the thunderstorm about to take place.

Our hands touched ever so slightly as I grabbed my missing pencil. I withdrew immediately and he did the same faintly after. After a few long seconds, he broke the silence.

"Jaden gave it to me at the locker rooms after practice. He said he tried to give it to you after class but couldn't catch up or something so I guess he just wanted me to carry out the deed especially with some paper he mentioned."

I grinned and slightly nodded in understanding, quickly glancing at his eyes before staring at the Apple Pencil. It's strange. He can't really look me in the eye. I mean, I can't either but he's 6'2" so my excuse is good. On top of that, the nonchalance in his tone doesn't sit right with me. It's either he's forcing it or a part of me wants to believe he is just to delude myself that he still cares. It's unfair of me, especially since I probably broke his heart, but it's the real.

"I'll thank Jaden when I see him next class. Thank you for bringing it to me." I quip and walk past him to my door, beginning to find my keys in my bag with the pencil still in hand.

Damn when did I get this shy?

Onys attempt at being nonchalant somewhat was breaking. He stared at the pencil smiling as he spoke and pointed.

"I'm surprised you still have Chowder on there".

I turned my head around, mid-hand in bag. He was referring to the little sticker I had on my ex-missing item. The one that would help me differentiate my pencil from everyone else's so no one would take it. The one he gave me as a funny gift for the love of our mutual favorite childhood show.

I'm surprised he still remembers these little details about me. About us.

"Well it's still my favorite show. I don't think that's ever going to change." I giggle looking back for my keys.

It's hard to do this. To face him. How do people talk to their exes? This isn't even my first but damn. Now my minds all over the place with him and us all over it. All those memories we share. Good and bad.

I stop fiddling in my bag and spoke under my breath with the same thought, caught up in the idea.  "I'm surprised you still remember." I mumbled to myself.

I can feel his presence and his eyes on me, not exactly sure what his actions are. But his voice speaks up with a small sense of fervor in his tone. Something undeniably him. The tone I always craved since it left me.

"Y/n, you can't tell me you don't call to mind how Ive remembered every single thing I've been blessed to learn about you"

I still my hands from roaming once again after I found my keys. At this point, I don't know what's going on. But as I motion my mouth to find what to say a grand lightning bolt flashed down from the sky, hitting somewhere nearby. Thunder that sounded like an earthquake erupted, immediately pouring heavy rain down with it. With that, we instantaneously saw lampposts shut off. All electricity in the area immediately being gone in an instant.

"Ain't no way" I groaned. I can't believe this. I look around at all of the dark areas surrounding the complex except for the emergency lights powered from the generator. Putting my keys in the door, I heavily sigh opening up my residence.

Slowly walking in to the dim natural light from the blinds I turn around to Onyankopon, standing still at the doorstep, and tell him he can come in.

"Are you sure? My car is all good and everything I can still drive."

"In this storm?" I ask raising my eyebrow. I rolled my eyes, "You not gon get nowhere the way this storm going right now. It's fine. Plus, your place is probably out of electricity too."

He nods, "Well thanks, I really appreciate it" He awkwardly steps into the 3 bedroom apartment. My girls usually have class during this time last I checked so we're the only ones here.

I grab some candles to light across my home hoping for some sort of spark to brighten up the place.

Once I withdrew a breath and looked around, the rooms seemed to be lit up enough comfortably outside of the insanely romantic essence it gave off. I stood up from where I was crouched by the living room table where I made eye contact with him sitting up on the couch.

"Soooo could I get you anything?" I awkwardly stand there and he's just sitting... menacingly.

Ugh who am I kidding he looks so geeked out right now.

"It's honestly fine. Once the storm passes I'll be right out forreal you don't have to go through any trouble." He laughs.

With that in mind I obliged and went to my room setting up my laptop and iPad with my now found Apple Pencil. Since the electricity's gone that means I shouldn't have any distractions on focusing on my work.

"Right y/n, focus on the goal. It don't matter that your ex is in the other room. Get on your zoom!" Mumbling to myself  as I type in my username to blackboard to view the rubric.

"What the-"

Shit. Of course blackboard and the wifi is down too if all the electricity is out.

As I groan and leave my room to get a glass of water, I'm getting Ony one too. Seeing him roaming on his phone and placing the glass in front of him on the table I sit on the sofa opposite of him.

He looks up from his phone, "You did not have to do this", he began to grin to himself as he lifted the cup and started to drink.

As I began to speak we both got a notification.

ALL UNIVERSITY STUDENTS: ELECTRICITY IS DOWN ON CAMPUS AND ON AND OFF CAMPUS HOUSING DUE TO A SEVERE WEATHER STORM. MORE UPDATES WILL COME SOON. CURRENTLY, AN ESTIMATION OF 3 HOURS WILL BE NEEDED TO REPAIR DAMAGES TO ELECTRICAL UNITS.

"Fuck" I groaned.

"You're not gonna be able to finish that paper huh?" He questioned.

"No and it's due Sunday. I was hoping to knock it out today before the weekend really starts. I don't need to procrastinate anymore than I already have."

"Oh trust me I remember." He laughed. "I can help yknow. There's nothing else we can do here."

"On what though? Blackboard is down."

"Not google docs or notes app though." He smiled, "As long as you know what you're supposed to write about you're set."

"But I like looking at the rubric when I write to make sure my grades solidified"

"I'm hearing a lot of excuses misses honors student. If you wanted to do it you would at this point. Plus, my specialty is writing papers so I can definitely help"

I remember oh so well. This reminds me of when I procrastinated on a paper last semester the weekend before it was due just like this one and we stayed up till 3 AM writing it. So many laughs and double shot espressos from that time. His specialty really is writing essays and all sorts of papers. That assignment was 5000 words and we started the Saturday and still got an A.

"Shit, why not. It's only 500 words anyway" I joke.

He smiled and we got to work. The first hour went by like nothing. It felt like old times. 200 words were typed but the only thing holding us back was that I actually need to have proper cited sources. Professor Rodriguez do not play around either so it's been a painstaking amount of time trying to find anything with no internet and a on and off personal hotspot.

As Ony and I sit next to each other working on the paper, he lifts up his glass and it accidentally slipped out of his hands onto the table.

"Ah damn I'm so sorry. Let me-"

"No it's cool." I put down my laptop and got up to get a paper towel. When I sat back down and handed the paper towel to him our hands touched again. That once jovial, funny and somewhat relaxed mood we had was now gone. We're exes. This isn't what exes do. We're not friends.

But shit we were . That was exactly what we were like before we started anything or knew there was something there. Even during our relationship we felt just like this at times too. Where the hell did we go? Why did I let us go?

The awkward touch we had became more intimate as I decided to gently grab his hand. The eye contact he made was confused but willing. It spoke "why haven't you done this all this time while I'm right here?" Or at least that's what I think.

Our hands interlocked letting go of the paper towel at this point. Eye contact on something serious as we ask questions to each other with them. As I began to lean down on the couch, Ony couldn't stop staring between my eyes and my lips. He eventually and quickly took the dive, trying not to lose the moment. Embers burned and flowed through the air as he began to shift from my power to his. He embarked on leaning my back onto the couch rather than his. Hands splayed in my locs and taking small breaks to breathe before going back in.

Small moans escape my mouth as he's working me. Kisses pressed on my lips were coming down my chin... then my neck as he suckled on my skin. His hands roamed my body slowly. One on the side of my stomach nearing my ass and the other beginning to feel my breast under my shirt. At this point, he's starting to get more vocal, groaning and whispering sweet nothings along my body.

"You know how much I've missed you y/n. How much I've missed this pretty face... this pretty body... and this pretty pussy" he hissed one kiss after another. "Is this all ok? If you're not fine with this of course I'll stop. Tell me what you want."

His asking for consent was always so sexy and those words... damn I missed him and this.

I looked at his lust blown eyes as he looked up to mine from my stomach as he briefly stopped from going lower and lower.

"I want you Q. I'm all yours." My composure is definitely done at this point. He's got me right now.

"Don't worry. You know I will always take care of you." He slurred, slowly sliding my bottoms and panties down and kissing my inner thighs before locking them in his arms. It's been a while since I've been in this position and I've missed it since forever ago.

Slow pecks from my thighs came closer and closer to the apex of them. He must could tell how nervous I was since his thumbs gently rubbed where they laid at to comfort me. Im in love with the way they feel on me.

"So as you can see I do have some hair ri-"

He side eyed me. "Y/n I'm a grown ass man. You know I like my peaches with some fuzz on it. Now can I have my dinner please?"

He can get so forward like this it's making me shy. I rolled my eyes and laid my head back. I never thought I'd be in this predicament.

"Good girl. Just stay just like that baby."

He nestled his lips on my bundle, wrapping them on to gently suck at a slow and smooth pace. His rhythm was gradually fastening and shortly, his lips unattached from my clit to lap at the bundle once more flicking his tongue. He remembers. He always remembers what I like.

Beginning to close my legs from the sensation, he parts me once again lapping at my cunny fervently. Like some undying need that he can't let go. As a "punishment" for me not taking it, he inserts a finger and then a second to make me break even more than I already am.

I plead and moan, "Ony, baby, I'm leaking"

I can barely control my body now. My breath getting fainter as I breathe heavy.

"Good. You know that's what I want." He keeps pumping. Squelching ensues as he becomes infatuated with his doing. "Look at that shit. All for me huh" He asks looking at my fucked out face.

I disappointedly moan when his fingers leave me but he swipes my essence from its trail and sucks his fingers while maintaining eye contact with me. I whimper and squeeze at the sight.

I guess he wanted to finish the job though. I tried to reach over to slip my hand in his boxers just for him to grab my wrist and pin both of my hands down to finish what he started.

It's always like a switch in him when he's like this. So different from the sweet Onyankopon from everyday that everyone knows. So nasty. I love it. I miss it.

He mischievously watches me. "You feel this?" I moan as he pumps his fingers back in me. I roll my eyes to the back of my head and he chuckles. "I'm gonna take that as a yes. Let me make you cum, princess."

He lowered his head down again as he continued pumping into me. Licking a stripe up my honey and continuing the mess he was creating previously. Languid strokes of his tongue were hitting me just right and my moans started turning to desperate whimpers.

Building me up for a while, he then dipped his muscle into my pussy and interchanging with his fingers, curling them with each stroke. His other hand left my thigh and his thumb began rubbing my clit. Faster and faster he went I started to find my stomach tensing and the air becoming hard to breathe.

In between heavy pants I slip out "O, stop, I'm gonna make a mess!" my eyes rolling to the back of my head and legs lifting and coming together.

He didnt stop and pinned me down pressing on my lower stomach. My moans became octaves higher and higher. He lifted his head from my cunny, "you gon take it and make a mess all over my face. Don't hold back nothing."

With that, he continued his ministrations. My grip on his hair became as tight as it could as I could feel my voice go weak. My legs began to shake as clear liquid lightly sprayed out onto his face and a white ring began to form on his fingers. My pants were beginning to rapidly slow down as I came down from my high, un loosening the death grip I had on his head.

He came back up kissing my cheek then licking my essence off his face and fingers, "Always taste so good." Proceeding to take a rag from my bedroom to clean me up and carrying me to my bed.

Before we even got the chance to speak about what happened, my eyes fell. A nap took over both of us and hours that felt like minutes rolled by.

His arm around me as we slept on our sides felt  like old times. Like something right that I just ripped away from my body. It's so comfortable.

After a dream I couldn't remember, I wake up in a daze, looking behind me to see him knocked out and his arm still around my waist.

Gently moving it off of me, I slowly get up and walk to the bathroom.

"Shit I might as well take a shower"

To be honest, none of this has settled in my head yet. My ex boyfriend who I'm clearly not over in my bedroom after being nasty on the couch is sleeping on my bed... crazy. Real fanfiction kind of shit.

Pushing the light switch up, I notice the bulb illuminate the room. Thank the Lord almighty. I put on my shower cap and get in. I feel myself let go of a breath I didn't know I had when the hot water hits my skin.

This is insane. I shouldn't be hooking up with my ex. I cut it off for a reason... I think. It's gotta be this way for the both of us so nobody gets hurt.

"Bitchhhh" I think to myself in the shower holding my head.

Leaving the bathroom with my towel on, I see my ex looking over at me from his phone, arm now holding his head up to stare me up  and down in awe.

"It's been a while since I seen this view"

I cut my eyes and stand in front of him on my bed. "Look we need to talk- " and my head turned immediately when I heard the front door of the apartment open. Thankfully, my room doors closed, but my girls walked in the apartment gossiping when they called out my name to have our daily debrief of the day.

I cuss at myself and know they probably see the cups of water, candles, and his shoes at the door as they fell silent. Whispering to themselves with words I couldn't make out,  I eventually hear a knock at my door.

I looked at Ony, mortified with a finger to my lips, then took a deep breath, opening the door so they can only see me still in my bath robe.

"Heyyy" I greeted with the awkwardest get out and don't make this weird smile I know.

"Hey mookie, we just wanted to check on you and see if you're good with the electricity going off and everything earlier." One of them said, clearly peeking inside my bedroom to see who's here, eyes widening that it was him before he could move himself. She gave me a look and I gave her one back like we telepathic or something.

"Girl yknow I'm good, just trying to finish this paper" I say hoping she takes the message that I know she's getting from me right now.

"Yeah I'm sure it's realll hard" She said acting like a real smart ass.

With a few more exchanges they go to their rooms to settle down for the night. After hearing both of their doors close I rush back to my room.

"Yeah, you gotta go" picking up his clothes and pushing them to his chest.

"But-"

"Look, I wish there was a better time to talk, but you have to go. This... is strange. We broke up. There's a reason why this ended. I know it was probably stupid of me to let you stay here during the storm, but this wasnt my intention." Pointing at the both of us.

I picked his arm up before he could get a word out to reason with me, clothes just tussled onto his body. If he sweet talks me again I really might not double back this time.

We get to the door and with the least amount of strength he has, he turns his body towards me and gently grabs my hand before I could open the door placing it back by my side.

"Y/n...why are you letting go of us... again? This still doesn't make sense and you know that."

I still. I remember this feeling... this sense of regret. But just like last time, I can't tell if it's the wrong choice or because I don't want to let go.

In truth, Ony feels... familiar. He'll always feel like a memory and I don't want to get too comfortable in his light of nostalgia. He brought such a level of solace in my life that I never wanted to replace. It was even more so after we became official....I don't want to become stagnant because of it. I have my own dreams, my own endeavors, and my own goals that I want to reach. It would be so easy to be a trophy wife to him... and he'd gladly let me. As a woman, I don't want that to be the tell all be all of my life when I know that I had a life before him. I didn't know if I could escape from it then and I definitely don't know now. That's the real reason why I keep shutting him out and probably why we broke up... but he can't know that.

"Because I know we won't end well. We're two different people Ony and this idea that you can just up and think everything is picture perfect for us has to stop now"

He looks in my eyes with such disappointment, then slight anger as his eyebrows pushed together. He opened his mouth to speak again but thought about it and decided not to, closing his eyes in the process. With a heavy huff from his chest, he looked at my eyes one last time for the night before turning away and leaving the complex.

When I shut the door, My girls came out immediately like paparazzi.

"You were over him huh?" One of them snarled at me. "It don't seem that way to me love. Maybe you shouldn't even go to the party tomorrow."

I looked down at the ground and they both took notice of my state. We all went to my bedroom and I explained everything that happened tonight. Their eyes looked at mine with frustration and awe. I held my head knowing their reaction just like they've been telling me for the past 3 months.

"You are not over that boy y/n"

"I think you're confused"

And they're right. I am. But I tell them the same thing I told them every time.

"But when he makes it to the league, what am I going to do? Wag my tail like a dog after him and have niggas tell me that I want his money or that I don't have half his talent for anything like them bitches was saying when we were together? And what if he cheats? He gon have hella girls at his disposable and I'll be feeling stupid like  "I really wasted my time on this nigga". Y'all know how much I love Ony and I was just getting over him too. This is for the best for me right now y'all know that"

They gave each other a look and got up to hug me.

"Whatever decision you choose to make girl you know we got you. Just remember to listen to your heart sometimes"

With that, we said our little goodbyes and retired for the night. Ony on my mind, I went to bed.

Waking up, he is still on my mind. Getting my laptop, I tried to continue the paper but had no will power to do so. The whole morning and afternoon felt like that... no volition and all a blur. Wasting away in my bed after the three different times my girls checked up on me throughout the day I just can't escape him. It doesn't help having the daydream engrained of what could've been present with our past. In that same thought, I hear a buzz on my phone, too in tune with the delusional reaction thinking it could be him.

I look at it to see the ticket for the party tonight that one of my girls sent. I groan and get up, finally deciding to start my day and also prepare myself for tonight.

Hype hoochie music is playing on my speaker and I hear Looking For the Hoes again. I'm thinking of how good everything was before all that happened yesterday. Do I even regret it? Am I blocking my blessings?

I can't let a man distract me from my life though. There's a life before and after him and I have to remind myself of that.

Finally finished with my look and it finally being an hour after the party started, me and my girls head out for the wild night we been planning for months.

What I didn't know was that the line would feel like 3 miles long and realizing we need our ID when we're finally 5 feet before the security. Why are parties this complicated? I don't know. But luckily we all at least have pictures of our ID and got in.

When we step foot into the party, the first thing we see is purple lights illuminating the entire venue. People are scattered everywhere and in every other corner we see the Ques barking and hopping to their stroll.

"Lawd have mercy" one of my homegirls say in love with the ques. Me and the other laugh and roll our eyes.

After some time just standing, we decided to find a small table and sit down with our small get ups. Our drinks from the pregame were starting to kick in after 10 minutes and we were laughing our ass off drunk when we hear "Girl the way you move it got me in a trance-", and that was it. All of us pulled each other to the dance floor and start to turn up. I'm throwing ass on my home girl and catching from the other.

I needed this. Seriously. I forgot how fun it is to be outside in the streets. Seconds later, we hear a scream and laugh from a girl and gasp from the crowd. One of the Ques picked up a girl and started acting like he was eating her out.

We all looked at each other with our jaws dropped. Ain't no wayyyyy. They were not lying bout it getting wild.

Right behind where I see the spotlight shining, about 30 feet away, I saw a face I didn't think I'd see at all. Just as his eyes set in on the scene before him he also saw my eyes and we made eye contact for a brief second.

I turned my body so fast that I almost knocked my home girl over. In the middle of her fussing me out she asked what happened. Naturally, I told her that Ony is at the party.

"Why is a nigga at a Que party is the real question though?"

"Girl unimportant can we please move somewhere else"

We all move to a separate section of the party venue. This can not happen. I'm drunk and I been dancing? I can not see or be around that man right now.

Before I could even get the nightmare out my head, I hear a "Y/n" near my head. I turn around mouth slightly agape to see him once again. Even finer in his put together party get up than his athlete clothes from yesterday. My mind all caught up in him just like last time I'm in a blur of what he's actually saying to me.

"Y/n, why are you here right now?" He whispers yells in my ear from the loud music blasting from the speakers.

I look to my left and right and my homegirls dashed off like the road runner... traitors.

Looking at him once again, eyes low from the drink in my system I ask, "Ony, why would it matter to you? I'm not your girl and you not my man. We single. The real question is why you're at a Que party." Remembering what my homegirl had said to bite back at him.

He fixes his face, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek looking at me clearly frustrated. Just looking at his face he can't leave me alone. Sorry that's just drunk me talking I don't know whats on his mind.

"Y/n, why the hell you been drinking so much? Don't you got a paper to finish?"

"Ony you are not my daddy get up out my face!" I yell at him. "I'm out here having fun with my girls trying to get over YOUR ASS so why can't you just mind yo business!" Oops. My eyes widened, that last part wasn't supposed to come out. Fuck.

Shit, how did he react to that?

Without time for me to look up and see his face or even hear him utter a word, he has my hand in his and leading me somewhere and fast. I'm trying to keep up but it's kind of hard to have good foot and direction coordination in a party like this and off my ass.

With all of the movement feeling like a blur, I found both of us outside of the party venue from some back door. It's slightly raining by the building and the night sky showed a bright orange street light that was our only light source.

He takes off his jacket and puts it over my shoulders to warm me. It's a bit cold. What a gentleman.

"Y/n ... what did you say?"

He stares directly in my eyes with a sense of fervency and hope. One that I can't deny now.

Part 2?

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Authors Note: Hi y'all! I haven’t written fanfic in soooo long but never stopped reading lmao. I loveeee this one so much. It’s Literally the best fic ive done period thus far. I’m trying to think if I should start writing again fr esp for my fictional anime men.

#onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #onyankapon #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x reader #ony x black reader #aot x reader #aot smut

[thrashyraccoon]

Jealous Guy (Jealous!Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Summary: Another guy starts hanging around you at work and Eddie is concerned about it.

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You and Eddie have been together for a year and have known each other for two years since you moved to Hawkins. You met in high school, but you've already graduated and work at one of the few grocery stores in town, which Eddie is struggling to finish his senior year. Your relationship is still going very well, as it was at the beginning, but now the boy had reasons to be jealous. A nondescript Harry started hanging around your workplace, or more precisely you. A guy five years older with short blonde hair who wears leather almost 24/7. Of course, Eddie had never seen him. He heard that description from you because you told him about Harry, that he was nice and loved metal as much as Eddie. Then the boy thought to himself "it's cool, I won't forbid my partner from talking to customers in the store. Until he met one of your shift colleagues while picking you up from shift." Be careful, young, a certain guy comes up too often during your girlfriend's shifts. " He heard from a middle-aged woman in a work T-shirt, blond, medium curly hair, currently smoking a cigarette during her five-minute break, which usually lasted forever. And that's when fear and jealousy appeared in the boy. If he says she's a woman who ignores everything that's going on around her (including angry customers), so there must be something to it. A week has passed since the previous information and Eddie couldn't be bothered about it. He really hated being jealous of you and didn't want to be with you to argue about this guy. Eddie knew you loved him, but what if you realized he wasn't a good match for you after all and started dating Harry. After all, you were young, you had just finished school, many dreams were still ahead of you. And he? He couldn't even pass school, twice. So, not wanting to start a misunderstanding, he decided to drive over to your workplace after school, when you still had a few hours before your shift started, to meet the employee he talked to last week.

…

Boy got deya vu. Just like that time, a bored blonde was standing in front of the store door, smoking her cigarette. "Hey, can we talk? I have a case." said Eddie, who was glared at by the woman in response. After a second, however, she returned to her previous activity. “It's about the guy who hangs around y/n.”

This time, without even looking at the metalworker, the employee extended her hand towards him, gesturing for him to give her the cash.

"I have 5 dollars on me," he took out a bill, which she took literally in less than a second and put it in her cleavage.

"He often comes for a Marlboro and they reheat the pizza, it's usually when your partner is there. They always talks eachother" She said, taking another puff of the cigarette

"I know that he's coming. Do you know what they're talking about?" The blonde once again made the payment gesture. The boy took out cash and gave the woman "I have $3 more."

"He hangs around and that I've heard him compliment twice, but y/n seems unfazed by it. You don't have to worry about it."

On the one hand, the metalhead breathed a sigh of relief after this statement because he knew that his partner was not going to leave him for someone else, but on the other hand, he lost $8 irretrievably because of this information. However, he didn't feel confident about the fact that his lover was surrounded by a other guy. For peace of mind, he decided to talk to you about it without any secondary conclusions."

"Thanks so much for the information."

"No problem. Now get out of here or you're disrupting my shift, shaggy."

…

A day has passed since the conversation with your supervisor. Eddie was sitting on the bed in his room planning the next d&d campaign for next Friday since we had nothing to do until you got back from your noon shift. Just then, the boy heard the front door open and Uncle Wayne's voice announcing that "Eddie's in his room." The bedroom door opened, but the metal man didn't bother to look who came in because he knew full well it was you.

“Hi Eds,” you said, giving the boy a kiss on his full head of hair. After a while, you placed a few patches on the bed your boyfriend occupied, and the boy immediately looked at them out of curiosity.

"Thank you babe." He said, reaching for the first one on the bank, caressing it between his fingers. "Oh cool, Black Sabbath. Where are you from?"

"I got it from Harry, he said he didn't need it."

After that sentence, a confused Eddie fell silent and threw away the patch. The feeling of jealousy came to the fore again. He had to be sure now.

"Hey, what's going on?" You said, looking worriedly at your boyfriend as you sat on the edge of his bed.

"Honey, will you be honest with me?"

"Always with you, Eds."

"Do…do you like Harry?" In response, he heard quite loud laughter, but not loud enough to wake up the neighbors around him. "Babe, I'm serious!"

You decided to keep a straight face and answer him with complete honesty "Eds, honey, for me he's just a friend with whom I talk when he comes over. In fact, he tries to flirt with me, but to no avail. Anyway, first of all, I told him that I have a boyfriend, and secondly, Harry isn't even my type, he looks like the lead singer of Judas Priest-"

"Good, now I have no chance at all with him!!!" The metal man shouted, cutting you off by dramatically slamming his weight onto the bed.

Watching with amusement, you decided to continue your statement, moving closer to Eddie, "Eds, I prefer guys with Van Halen looks…"

"There's still some Eddie Van Ha-" hanging around! He continued to dramatize until he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Ouh, baby, for what?"

"You're the guy with the Van Halen look, idiot!"

After Eddie analyzed the statement for a moment, the only thing he managed to choke out was a sound of understanding.

"Besides, even if Van Halen came in here, I wouldn't leave you for him, stupid," you said, giggling slightly, then brought your hands closer to Eddie's face and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and hugged him. "I think you and Harry should get to know each other."

"You know, honey, this is actually a good idea." He replied, hugging you closer to him. “It's time to explain that you don't flirt with other people-ouh,” he stopped after you smacked him lightly on the forehead a second time, this time.

"No fighting in the store, Eds!"

"I know, I know," Eddie said, laughing, "Just kidding, sweetheart."

#thrashy post #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson my beloved

[davnittbraes]

Affirmations - Part One

Part of the I’m Here universe.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (not this part but the next one 😉)

Word Count: 2750

Warnings etc: anxiety, lots of negative self-talk, a lil bit of dissociation, LOVE YOURSELVES BABES, Marcus being a danger to my ovaries, brief reference to previous sexytimes

Reader-insert physical descriptors: none here but in Part Two hair long enough to comb fingers through

Notes: takes place a week after I’m Here but you don’t necessarily have to read it before this. Marcus and reader are in a newish relationship, their last time being intimate they pushed some boundaries, and reader confirmed she’s got a thing for letting her partner take control. Wink wink nudge nudge. Aka this relationship is heading in the BDSM direction.

I wrote this for @shirks-all-responsibilities, who rants about I’m Here Marcus so much I thought it damn well time he show her some love in return. I mean I also very much wrote it for me, too, like what is fanfic if not absolute self-indulgence 😂

Oh my god, it’s so late. 

You pull into Marcus’ driveway, immediately cutting the engine, paranoid that the sound is too loud in the thick quiet of night covering the suburb. 

It’s too late, really.

But he had said he wanted to see you, no matter how late you finished work. That a week was too long without seeing your beautiful smile.

So incredibly sweet - and so very Marcus. 

Your gaze flicks to the illuminated clock on the car dash. 

Still…

Okay, well, he had replied to your text not long ago, when you told him you were leaving work, reassuring you that he still wanted you to come over, stay for the weekend. 

That had been the plan all week, you’d been looking forward to two whole days with him - the man who had rewritten your definition of romance. 

No, not just romance - relationships in general. What it means to be with somebody. 

To trust someone else implicitly. 

To put your soul in their hands and know they’ll treat it like the greatest treasure. 

And how that trust could lead to not only a depth of intimacy you’d never known possible, but also incredible, mind-blowing sex. 

Last weekend, he’d shown you that. Took control, pulled you out of your own head, stripped away every worry and concern and anxiety and made you come so hard you’d fallen apart in his arms after. 

Then, true to Marcus form, he didn’t push it. Didn’t force you to talk about it, just took care of you with his usual sweet gentleness.

But once the pleasure haze had faded and your thoughts came back together, anxiety had immediately started to gnaw at your throat. 

What exactly had happened? How had he made you give up control like that, become so immersed in the desire to feel good and make him feel good that everything else fell away?

That was so unlike you, always present, always aware.

Though, it had felt incredible - it had been good for you.

A release that went deeper than an orgasm. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like it. Just that… it was…

Well, you never could stop analyzing every single thing that was brought to your attention. It’s not surprising that this was making you go around in circles trying to figure it out. 

Your heavy sigh breaks the silence.

Some instinct tells you Marcus knows. 

There had been moments, during that night, when you’d seen it in his warm brown gaze. 

An understanding. A knowledge of what you were thinking, feeling, that surpassed even your own. 

You need to talk to him. 

So you’d been looking forward to this all week, to seeing him again. Struggling to fight back the anxiety that keeps trying to pull you into a spiral about that night, reminding yourself constantly that it’s okay, you can talk to Marcus about it, he’s safe. 

You can trust him. 

But all that was before you knew that your Friday was going to blow up in your face. 

Before problem after problem was dumped on you and despite your every effort you couldn’t fix them all before they inevitably got worse. 

And now you’re sitting here, long after you were supposed to be at his place. 

The anxiety is gone, now, you’d caved to it hours ago, unable to keep it at bay. It had been replaced by something you can’t identify buzzing with an uncomfortable weight in the pit of your stomach. 

You peer at his house through the windshield, chewing your thumbnail thoughtfully, teeth biting into the quick with a tiny jab of pain that distracts you enough to think through the situation. 

The porch light is on, and so is the living room light, glowing through the curtains in the big picture window. 

Okay, so he’s still up. 

And his texts throughout the night were his usual, sweet and caring and light -

But what if you were misreading them?

What if he’s actually upset with you for being so late?

What if he’s playing it off like it’s fine but he’s actually pissed, frustrated that you strung him along all day, that you prioritized work over him, that you had the audacity to show up at this hour and expect him to drop everything to entertain you. 

Your stomach turns, rolls, slow and sickly, emotion hot in the back of your throat. 

I should just go home, there’s no point in bothering him at this -

A sudden burst of light startles you out of your spiral. 

Your phone, in the cupholder, screen bright with a new text notification. 

Marcus

Can’t wait to see you, beautiful 

Tension bleeds from your shoulders, stomach righting itself with a little flip of anticipation. 

Trust. 

You trust Marcus. He’s never given you any reason to do otherwise. 

And if he says he wants you to come over, despite it being so late, then he means it. 

But -

No, this is too much, you can’t just sit here and think anymore -

The need to move shoves you into action, and you throw open the door and get out of the car, grabbing your bag from the backseat. 

You’re only three steps to the front door when it swings open, light bathing the walkway. 

Marcus meets you before you even reach the door, dimpled smile glowing in the dim light. “Hey. Heard the car pull in.”

Your own smile is an inherent reaction, heartbeat skipping just a bit as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips, one hand slipping around your waist to smooth over the small of your back. 

The exhaustion in your muscles leaches out, body swaying toward his, and he pulls back enough to look at you, concern in his warm brown gaze. “Let’s get you inside, okay?”

He’s already taking your bag, long fingers slipping through yours, hand on your back gently guiding you to the door and that unknown weight in the pit of your stomach shifts, edges sharp, bringing tears to your eyes. 

What is it? Why does it hurt so much?

It’s a little unsettling, not knowing what you’re feeling, especially when it’s something so strong.

What’s wrong with you that you can’t even identify this emotion that feels like it’s boring a hole straight through you?

You’re moving automatically, only vaguely aware of the door shutting behind you, the pleasant smile pasted on your face. Going through the motions, taking off your shoes, jacket, straightening your clothes.

Suddenly, large hands cup your face and a jolt runs through you, so startling it pushes a gasp from your lungs.

Brown eyes fill your vision, blurred by the threat of tears. 

Soft words seep through the buzzing in your head - when had that started?

“Are you okay?” 

Shit -

You haven’t said anything, haven’t spoken to him since you pulled in. Frustration skips along your pulse. Get it together. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.” The practiced phrase comes out as usual, light and dismissive.

Marcus steps closer, thumbs tracing your cheekbones. “Look at me.”

Oh -

It’s just a hint, a whisper of the command his voice can carry - that command that guided you to heights of pleasure you’d never experienced before him. It’s enough to snap through the buzz in your head. 

Your vision clears and finally you can really see him. Really look at him. 

He’s watching you, intent, frown forming between his brows. There’s only a pause, his expression unreadable - is he angry - no stop it shut up - then he’s sliding an arm around your shoulders and turning you toward the living room. 

“Come on, come sit down.”

Relief washes cool down your back. 

Yes, good, let him guide you. 

A quiet reassurance coats your thoughts, muffling the noise. 

Trust him. 

He sits you down on the plush sofa, tucked into the corner, and settles in closely next to you. His hands never leave you, drifting down your arms to clasp yours gently, hold them in your lap. Your joined hands rest on your thighs, a counterweight to the one in your stomach. 

Grounding. Centring. 

Marcus. 

He squeezes lightly, draws your gaze to his. “Are you comfortable talking to me right now?”

Embarrassment flushes hot on your skin - it’s so unnerving, how he can see everything about you - but you force yourself not to look away, to keep your gaze on his. Trust. “A lot happened today. Just. A lot.”

Fuck, that’s not very helpful, he asked you a question and you give him this vague -

“That’s okay.”

The buzz flickers, the soft tone of his words scattering. 

“What?” You can hear the confusion in your own voice. 

A dozen emotions flash across his expression, but the warmth in his eyes doesn’t change, persistent. “It’s okay that today was a lot. You can talk about it, all of it or parts of it, if you want. Or if you’d rather not, that’s fine, too.”

You glance away, unable to look at him, his ceaseless compassion too much to handle right now. 

He lifts your clasped hands to his lips, brushes a kiss over your knuckles, that intent gaze still locked on yours. “I can reheat supper, if you’re hungry. Draw you a bath if you want to unwind. Take you to bed and hold you if you’re too tired for any of that. And during, after or in-between any of that, I’ll listen to whatever you want to tell me about today.”

The weight in your stomach shifts again, presses up against your ribcage and it hurts to breathe but you manage to nod in acknowledgment.

His gaze tracks the shakiness of the movement, crease between his brows deepening, voice firm. “And if you don’t want to talk tonight, that’s fine. But it’s not healthy to keep things bottled up. Whatever happened, it seems like it’s really affecting you. So you will have to talk about it at some point, either with me or someone else. When you’re ready.”

You nod again - try to, but the movement is too awkward, it feels strange. As if it’s not you making it, it’s not your body, not your hands in his and not your lungs straining for air and not -

Suddenly you can’t see, everything is blurry, everything is gone nothing is real why -

Strong arms pull you against a broad chest and you crumple, limbs folding into yourself, weight in your stomach dragging you down down down -

Desperate, you grasp at the warmth that breaks your fall, hands clutching at fabric over solid strength, thoughts latching onto murmured words against your hair. 

Your subconscious instinctively threading into the profound presence that surrounds you, holding fast. 

It’s a lifeline. A linchpin that centres your focus, pulls you back into awareness. 

Marcus is tucking you firmer into the crook of his arm, shifting your legs across his lap until you’re fully seated there. One large hand cups your head, holds your temple to his lips, while the other passes gentle strokes to your arm, your back, your thigh. 

He’s talking, soft and muffled words but clear enough, a steady stream that brushes over your skin. 

“Breathe for me, baby, it’s okay, you’re okay, let it out. I’m here.”

I’m here. 

Marcus is always here. For you. 

Trust. 

The weight in your stomach bursts and everything pours out of you in tear-soaked words. 

“I’m so sorry I’m so late, I’m sorry I disappointed you and I didn’t want to ever do that because you’re so amazing Marcus and it’s not fair for me to treat you like this - “ your voice hiccups and you have to push through it - “I should have cancelled tonight, I knew I was going to be late, but I was selfish and still wanted to see you and I made you wait around for me and that was wrong and I’m so so sorry -“

“Stop.” 

His voice is quiet but firm, enough to silence the mess of thoughts pouring from your lips. 

You wait, heart pounding, lungs tight, muscles tensed and ready for his judgement. 

No, not judgement - this is Marcus, he cares about you, he’s here for you. 

But it’s all still there, the buzzing in your head and the weight pulling you down and it’s too much, too confusing and conflicting and you can’t handle everything. 

A whimper squeezes past your throat before you can stop it. Your eyes are closed so tight against it all that you see stars. 

He gently eases you away, his arm supporting your back where it bands across your shoulders. “Open your eyes, baby. Please.”

Trust. 

It takes everything you have to do so, blinking as his face comes into focus.

The concern that worried his brow is gone. Those warm, brown eyes are steady, but more serious than you’ve ever seen them. 

He takes a deep breath, chest shifting where you’re pressed to him. “I’m sorry for interrupting, but you were hurting yourself and I couldn’t let that continue.”

“H-hurting myself?” Your voice catches on the well of confusion squeezing your throat. 

A barely-there nod as his thumb swipes through the tear tracks on your cheek. “Listening to those negative thoughts. Letting them speak for you.”

You stare at him. Mind blank. Buzzing thoughts silent. 

He cups your cheek, his broad palm soothing on your too-hot skin. “You have your own voice. No one, not even yourself, can take that away. It will always be there.”

There’s no epiphany or flash of understanding. Just a gentle swell, rising and pulling you in, the understanding of his words. They just seep into the fibre of your being and you know. 

You know they’re true. 

You understand what he’s saying. Those buzzing thoughts, sharp and intrusive, weaselling their way to the forefront until you couldn’t hear anything else. 

That heavy weight in the pit of your stomach. A blend of guilt and shame and frustration. 

At yourself. 

For being weak, for being unable to stop the anxious turmoil from bleeding into this part of your life, your relationship with Marcus, the part that you wanted so badly to be clean of it. 

Then there’s disappointment at your inability to control it. 

No. Not just disappointment. 

Anger. 

Because despite trying, so hard, telling yourself that Marcus was good and right and you can trust him - it did nothing. 

Those negative thoughts still won out and tainted your perception. 

Then there’s despair. Cold and creeping into your bones.

You’re failing yourself.

So many times, you’ve been silent when you wanted to speak, or to shout or laugh or scream or sing. 

You’d let others keep you quiet for so long, that even when they were no longer in your life, the habit apparently remained. 

A habit you thought you’d already broken after countless therapy sessions, only for it to overtake and control you once again. 

Well. At least now you know it’s not right, not fair to you. 

Now you know you deserve to be happy.

It had taken a long time, but you’d come to acknowledge and accept that as a fact. 

But that didn’t stop you from trying to self-sabotage, apparently. 

No, stop. That’s the negative voice again.

Telling you you’re not enough.

That you’ll always fail.

Trust trust trust

Those words beat steadily within your own pulse. 

Closing your eyes - not to shut things out, this time, but to let yourself look inward - you lean into the weight of his palm, breathe deep, and trust. 

“I think that…” Your words are soft, cracked with hesitation as they come to you slowly. “I know that I do, have my own voice. I know those thoughts will only hurt me, and I have the ability to ignore them. But sometimes it…” 

You look at Marcus then, some part of you needing to see him. “Sometimes it’s hard to remember that, to hear the difference between the good thoughts and the bad ones. Especially on days when everything else is so loud.”

He’s watching you, expression so soft it pricks tears in the corners of your eyes. There’s no pity, or uncertainty, or doubt, in his face. Just an overwhelming tender emotion, a comprehension that can only come from hearing that same buzzing noise blurring the good and bad. 

One of your hands untangles from where your fingers are curled into his shirt, rises to rest over his on your cheek. 

Of course he understands. A toxic marriage, a broken engagement, so many other wounds that cut deep and left scars. 

Marcus has fought to break habits, too. 

He leans in, kisses you softly, your lips then your forehead. “Will you…” he pulls back to look at you, tongue dipping against his lower lip. “Will you let me help you? With the noise?”

Your heart beats steadily. 

You know what he means.

The memory of sinking deep into that haze of pleasure, letting go of your ceaseless thoughts. Allowing him to take control of the noise and silence it.

Giving yourself over to him, wholly and completely.

Trust trust trust

There’s no hesitation in your thoughts, in your voice.

“Yes.”

*****

Next: Part Two

Previous: I’m Here

#the mentalist fanfiction #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x female reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x you #reader insert #no y/n

[mikeysbabygirl]

Hii, your writing is so good, I can't wait to read the next chapter of dead girl tells no tales!! I hope I'm not bothering you but can I request virgin reader x Rindou?

More skin, more sin

Warning : Minors DNI, 18+. Strong language, explicit smut, pussy drunk! Rindou x virgin! Reader, protected sex.

Synopsis : Once upon a time, a young innocent girl exploring her sexuality, her sexy neighbor, and a mistake from the postman.

(Yes it's me, Rindou. I'm the virgin) and thanks a lot <3 I'm always happy about hearing your feedbacks on Dead girls <3

Also,for people who made requests,they are coming don't worry ! I might be taking my time to write but I promise it's only bc I'm trying my best

√

-" So, about Friday's par- wait !" Shion suddenly stopped talking about the Haitani's usual Friday night plans, got up from Rindou's bed and rushed to the window, right where Rindou was sitting in front of his DJ setup.

-" who's the hottie?" He gestured toward you, standing in the middle of your room with a book in hands. Rindou glanced at the latter, at his wide-eyes and mouth agape state, then his eyes drifted toward you.

You AKA the perfect girl next door, moved in three years ago into the house next to theirs, and into his head, by the way.

Not to get the things wrong, Rindou was not the type of guy to fall for any girl who flashes a smile, he was not the type of guy to fall at all.

But when every morning, he was greeted by popping lips, smooth hair and glowing skin on the window across from his, it was hard not to get distracted from whatever songs he was mixing.

He reached to shut the curtains, earning a frown from Shion standing next to his desk and a scoff from Ran who was leaning against the doorframe.

-" Way outta your league".

-" Not a crime to dream " that one shrugged, then opened the curtains again, and there you were again, in your short pink skirt and white t-shirt tugged inside, your usual hairstyle, reading and swaying your hips at the rhythm of probably a song you were listening to, Rindou glared at Shion but that one was too busy smirking at the sight.

-" She's Rindou's little crush " Ran mocked his brother who gave him a lazy middle finger without even turning to peer at him.

-" I don't have a crush " he denied, it was all but credible, you were the secret he could not keep, and the goal that he never seemed to reach.

-" And she's not my type-"

-" Oh yeah... young, nice ass and good grades, definitely not your type " teased the elder, Rindou snorted.

You were everyone's type, indeed. Seventeen, face of a dream and a straight A student, that was the problem, you were everyone's type.

Rindou was not staring, but he might have caught four or five times a lot of friends coming and going out of your room. And Rindou was not staring, but he might have caught a sight of you in your cheerleader outfit every Wednesday night. And Rindou was not staring, but he might have saw you going out on almost all of your weekend nights.

But Rindou was not staring. It was just that your damn curtains were almost always open, and the desk you usually work on was just in front of his window.

-" she's a good girl, Ran " he argued, yes you were, and what he meant by that was that the smart pretty popular girl of the high school would never look at someone who left classes to be in gangs.

-" Meh, good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught ".

-" That's right man " Ran lips curled as he approached the window, leaning on his elbows on Rindou's desk to get a better look at you.

-" Look, isn't that a french book ? " He gestured toward the cover of the book on your desk, none of them could distinguish the title yet France's flag adorned the cover, the youngest Haitani rolled his eyes, with however a smile curling his lips, knowing already what his brother was about to say.

-" I bet she's fluent in French, If you get what I mean-"

-" that she speaks french ?" Shion had a lost expression on his face, which made the brothers look at each other in exasperation. Yet from the moment you turned around to pick up another book, both amethyst eyes and black ones were pulled, your skirt riding up your thighs as you reached for the bookshelf was the tide.

-" Nice ass tho !"

Rindou's eyes widened, Ran's mouth opened wide, and the third one winced figuring out he had yelled too loud, causing you to stiffen and turn your head toward them.

-" The hell-... ?" Your blood ran cold, perceiving three guys staring at you with wide-eyed gazes, then the words that just reached your ears registered in your brain, causing you to drop the book in your hands and walk toward the window.

-" She's coming here ! Bet she-"

Shion's voice dropped as you faced them, revealing your pretty face and two middle fingers in the air, fierce eyes sending daggers at them before closing your curtains in a sharp sound.

-" well... " The one at fault started, scratching his neck under Rindou's dark glare and Ran having trouble containing his laughter. " At least she noticed you... ?"

In truth, you had noticed Rindou Haitani long before that. How not to when your neighbor was ruling the whole town with his brother ? How were you supposed not to notice him when he was the reason you never stayed home the weekend considering the huge mess of their Friday night parties ?

You had never thought of him more than a troublesome neighbor, moreover now that he appeared as a pervy. Yes, he was handsome, yet if you closed your eyes just enough what would remain of him ?

It was only a week after that disastrous incident that the Karma decided it was time to knock at Rindou Haitani's door.

His teenage dream rang his doorbell dressed in cute white Mousse short top and shorts, source of all distractions wore a stern face and had her arms wrapped around her when he opened the door.

-" Hi, sorry to disturb" you flashed a smile, one which couldn't humanly be more fake, yet his heart missed a beat. " I was wondering if you could, possibly turn down the volume of your music ".

And as in good source of distraction, inner thief stole his eyes, heart beats and words. Just a decade-looking second where Rindou Haitani let his eyes roam the raw art you were in the middle of their yard, an angel standing between his friend's motorcycles.

-" usually I don't say anything, but usually is Friday night ". You could not help but add, crossing your arms, not from the cold outside but from the goosebumps running over your skin along with his eyes.

Getting snapped out of his thoughts, Rindou frowned. Indeed, they were throwing a party a Thursday night, yet it was only a small one with only some of Kantou Manji members.

-" It's a small thing actual-"

" Man I don't care " you cut him off, he stiffened. " I just wanna sleep".

-" It's only midnight".

-" And unlike you, mister " too cool for school" I have classes tomorrow. So, turn down the volume, thank you, next. "

You went to leave him there, starstruck in the middle of his own front porch, yet something clicked in his mind in a nick of time, his hand reached for your wrist and pulled you back, his chest pressed to your back as you gasped in surprise at the strength he put on that move.

-" Be a sweetheart and repeat that f'me, Would'ya ?"

Your body went stiff, and you were afraid his grip on your wrist would leave aches so much it burned. Yet in all fires resides warmth, and warmth had always something dangerously comfortable.

-" turn, down, the, damn, music. " You had uttered through gritted teeth, turning to look at his so close face when you tried pulling your wrist but he didn't let you, and oh from where did he got that mesmerizing eye color ?

-" Make me. "

Intoxicated with every breath he took your perfume invaded his nostrils, and when you glared at him with the street light's glow on your face, you were life in excess. And when he had thought, like the moon you were beautiful from afar, this close, he found you resplendent.

-" I might not be able to, yet I can call the police who'd be able to make you. "

His eyebrows raised in surprise, he approached his face from yours, nose brushing thus against your cheek, enjoying the way you closed your eyes slightly. And as your flowery scent enticed him, he began to see you as a wild flower, something to tame.

-" you mean the police that we pay bribes to every month?" You eyed him with contempt from head to toe, his tough hand reached for your jaw that he grabbed not as roughly as your wrist. " You better sit and take it, Love. B'fore I make you take it myself. "

Rindou Haitani decided you were his new favorite plaything the minute he saw you shivering under his threat, yet reached for his hand around your jaw to scratch it until he let go.

-" Fuck you. "

-" But love, I'm the one who fucks here".

He chuckled, you decided it was enough. He obviously didn't took you any seriously and all those bikes around were not a safe sight at all. Suddenly pulling on your wrist until he let go in a smirk, you didn't turned to look at him as you walked back to your house, another middle finger wrapping your shame and incredulity.

Things could have stayed the way they were, yet he has caught enough of your fire to match his gasoline, Rindou Haitani never was a one to fear a wildfire.

Already dripping anger and grudge, back to your room you sat on the wooden desk facing your window, your head throbbing at the rhythm of the music. However a sharp pain traversed your scalp all of a sudden, making you startle and lift your head.

For the pure pleasure of your eyes was there none other than Rindou Haitani, sitting behind his DJ setup, a smile stolen from Satan himself distorting his features while he increased more and more the volume of his music. If he had been a thirsty man, the clench of your jaw would have been an Oasis, though most of his friends and gang members were in their living room, his only attention was held by a seething you.

-" I swear to god-"

Sharp as a knife you stood up and turned to reach for the phone on the other side of the room, yet the devils on your shoulder seemed to wake up from their slumber, demanding.

Revenge !

People would often say Eve was Satan's weapon, only on a raging night like that would Eve and Satan fuse, merged into the shape of a young, irresistible angel wearing white Mousse.

Music was source of all temptations, they said, you were the temptation when you started, in an agonizing rhythm, swaying your hips.

His smile faded quicker than a sun behind clouds, when you turned, it felt as if you had been possessed.

Devil used your body as it pleased, snake itself starting to serpentine, like your hips, around the forbidden fruit, your eyes lured and your lips screamed sin, and soon Adam was, nothing but hooked.

It could have seemed awkward, however it was not the case. The music was slowed just the right way, the moves you knew by heart looked just the right way, your skin your hands caressed, dancing with the devil felt just too smooth, enough to have his eyes widening and the heat conditioning a growing flame in his lower abs.

The tempting snake wrapped around his throat, it seemed, as one of your straps fell from your shoulder.

More skin, more sin.

Standing on top of eighteen years and naughty heavens, Rindou Haitani never felt this aroused. Moon and planets aligned for the universe assets to lend you, for a dance, for a night. Half-lidded eyes, glossy lips slightly parted,a new inch of your sin uncovered with every new second, your top riding your sides with each caress of your hands above them while dancing.

And as the boy with heart-shaped eyes, dry throat and heavy balls currently, wished he had a remote control to slow down the show so it would last longer, it suddenly crashed !

In a split second, you were in front of your desk again, bare shoulders, neck and almost bare chest teasing him, a forbidden fruit he could never taste, the devil was cruel.

-" Now you sit and take it. " The devil whispered louder than the music.

And the curtains closed, the show was over.

Eve, Satan, and the sin left the sinner for judgment.

•••

Moirai.

They are three goddesses of fate who personified the inescapable destiny of man. Some books describe them as old, ugly and cruel, others as beauties of eternal youth.

Only there is sometimes, where fate can be portrayed by a mindless postman.

Once upon a time, a young innocent girl exploring her sexuality, her sexy neighbor, and a mistake from the postman. A sunny morning where the Moirai dressed as a book you had ordered, and delivered to none but your nemesis, Rindou Haitani.

Funny how, sometimes the love of your life might come at you wrapped in a package. Something you didn't even ordered in the first place, even.

-" What are those ?"

Hands busy with the freshly unwrapped headphones and head filled with confusion, a handful of minutes later, sitting at your kitchen counter and thinking, your eyes flickered.

-" Wait, if these are here... "

A slap from a Moirai was harsh but enough to wake up a human being, get them up on their feet and start running as a dark horse outside.

Exactly where they wanted you to.

-" Shit, shit... God please don't make him open it"

Almost out of breath, you rushed to the Haitani's doors and banged on the door too hard for your own good, being gritted, minutes later by a sleepy Ran Haitani.

His pissed off expression faltered into a lazy smile when his eyes landed on you.

-" Well, isn't it a little bit early for Christmas gift ? Tho I'm so excited to unwrap this one ".

-" where did you get that pick-up line from ? A cereal box? A shampoo bottle?"

The laughter leaving his mouth did nothing to ease your stress, you saw he was about to add something yet cut him off.

-" I think the postman made a mistake " you started, rubbing your neck under Ran's curious eyes. " I've got delivered probably Rindou's headphones, didn't he got something on my name ?"

The older brother seemed to proceed it in his head, then shrugged it off, stepping aside and leaving you enough space to enter.

-" might just ask him, think he'd be happy to have ya in his room ".

Sighing loudly, you ignored the latter and entered the house. The architecture was similar to your own house therefore, you had no trouble finding the room across from yours, and swallowing a thick amount of air, you knocked on the door.

-" come in ".

Fate was rubbing its hands together.

The reception was of an unparalleled cruelty, from the first step inside this room you were confronted by the cruel fate.

-" Sex for the dummies huh ?"

Your nemesis was shirtless, standing in the middle of his room with the one weapon it took to destroy your whole universe, that book.

And to think you were just looking for some... Experience.

He saw red twilights painting your cheeks, funny how the tables turned and the devil was now on his side, Satan never was trustworthy.

-" This is personal, I... Give it to me dammit !"

You approached him and stretched a hand toward the book, in a nick of a time his long arm raised above his head and if he was already taller than you, that definitely was beyond your reaches.

-" So from the very first day, all of this anger was just about sexual frustration? Damn, baby, you're pathetic. "

-" I'm not sexually frustrated, give me the damn book if you want your headphones back. "

Your glared at him, and he could not help but notice how your eyes glowed even more when you were angry.

-" You can keep them, this info's worth its weight in gold. "

-" You bastar-"

-" Shhh, love ? Want me to shout on every rooftop how tight this pussy is ?"

As waves of desperation crashed against your body, your arm fell limp on your side. Fate a scarf tightening around your throat, no escape.

-" Fine. What do you want ?"

Your surrender painted a smirk on his face, one which, if you weren't that irate, would've looked like art.

-" I jus' wanna help ya. Y'know, might have some... Years of experiment on my sleeves.

-"You're blackmailing me into sleeping with you ?" In a frown, aghast, you had witnessed his smile falling and his impassive face turning sterner.

-" I'm not one to touch a girl unless she truly wants me to. And someone like me doesn't need blackmailing to get a girl".

Your hands felt heavy as the book he was holding flew toward them in a split second, your eyes widened, watching him going to sit back on his bed, leaning against the headboard, strong arms stretched behind his head, blonde and blue locks framing his pretty face.

Heaven ! Did the Gods like him to mold such a great look.

-" Take the door, pretty. And come back when you'd find someone better to take your pussy. "

-" I'd rather take this door and bath in citric acid than sleeping with you. "

And you did took that door, that damn book in hands, thinking naively it was not one of other's fate twisted plans. Yet you didn't passed the threshold of the devil's house yet, didn't even made a step further from his bedroom door, that you were diving knee deep in the spirals of questioning.

The question itself was not if you wanted to, nor if you would eventually find someone else to initiate your sexual life, nor if you did it with one of your classmates would the news about the highschool most popular cheerleader still being a virgin.

The question itself was, why were still standing there, if you actually didn't want to ?

It goes smooth, your best friend had said.

It doesn't have to be perfect, it will not.

It is none but a passage's rite, it gets even better after the first time.

And you don't have to overthink it.

You could almost hear her soothing voice telling you to hop in the drive, that repairing a mistake is easier than chasing a regret, and you could feel your defenses crumble, brick by brick, stone by stone, until you were nothing but carnage behind his door.

-" God... " You ran a hand through you hair, hoping to chase the thoughts out of your head.

Little did you knew, destiny already had you already dangling up its vicious strings. None of you knew it, back then, when you opened that door again, catching his smirk.

Yet both of you were none but puppets on those strings, strong and bold for what would be lasting longer than what you'd ever imagine.

-" It's only a one time thing. "

You had demanded, closing the door of every returning possible.

He had you watching, while he was preying. In all its grandeur, the predacious stood up, wearing hours of workouts on his skin.

Sin.

Another step, the cages were closing in.

Another step, he found you enchanting, morning seemed to love you even more than the moon, for the sun wouldn't stop kissing your silk skin, the rays wouldn't stop lightening your eyes, and if he looked closer enough, he could see you gulping down when he was only a few inches away from your face.

-" So tell me, babe, how's the citric acid?"

Flashing his Colgate white teeth, purple ocean engulfed you along with his cologne, and you could not help but think.

It was only logical for the devil to wear the best faces.

-" Fuck you. "

Yet not because you were an angel meant you wouldn't get in the dirt. And the angel's stubbornness, her pretty face and fierce eyes on him, and her pretty mouth spitting filthy words brought hell's heat to his lower belly.

-" I've told you before, and you didn't listened... "

The shiver you had just felt could not have been a figment of your imagination, since the hand he's put on the small of your back.

-" Now I gotta show you, I'll be the one fucking you."

Hatred, what else could have your heart racing that way ? And who other than repulsion itself could have you holding Rindou Haitani's eyes as if they were the most precious and fragile thing in the world ?

One second from the great apocalypse, one move from heaven and hell shaking hands...

One inch from the cursed kiss, a devil and an angel flew around each other. He was red, and you were holy, and when his lips moved against yours as he spoke, all the saints were damned.

-" have you, the slightest idea, how long I've been wanting these lips ?"

At this point, he was whispering the words against your mouth, and if he wanted to, he could've kissed you. Yet Satan was a player, with his hand on the small of your back starting to lower, you were playing his game.

-" why's the tease for ?" You murmured back, appreciating the fleshy but soft texture of his lips against yours, feeling the stretch of a smile, the next thing you knew he lifted you by your thighs that you wrapped around him, heaven and hell collided.

You were quite sure he groaned in your mouth, but was it his fault when the world was none but a rug pulled beneath his feet ? They were soft, and tasted fruity-like, just as he might have imagined it.

And you might have no sexual experience, but for sure you had kissed before, right ? You did all the rights and no wrongs, sharing his guts-knocking kiss. Dancing with the devil was more than just a figure of speech, the wet muscles swaying around each other like old waltz partners.

You had not expected him to, but when the soft mattress met your back, Rindou Haitani put you down on it rather softly.

The situation was already awkward enough for you to bear, or it normally might have been, therefore you aimed for taking off your top yourself, under Rindou's standing figure.

His eyes went wide, seeing you wore no bra, you were home previously after all, those lavender irises were none but a thin helpless ring around an expanded abyss of dark desire. He'd seen naked and pretty women before, there was just... That something about you, about the way your breasts bounced almost elegantly as your back hit the mattress again, about those half-closed eyes and that thin shy smile.

The waiting, must be the waiting, the words felt somehow comforting back then.

-" Why's the shyness for, love ? You're damn too fine ".

You bit back a scoff as he straddled your body, knees sinking on each side of the mattress, his face was pulled helplessly toward your lips again, while curious hands introduced themselves to your clavicles and would soon greet your chest.

-" Too much for your own good " you recalled he had whispered, it turned too hazy the second he kissed you again, and the cold air of the room along with his expert fingers toying with your breasts and nipples were enough to have you too engrossed in the sin to ever think about retiring.

-" Rin'... " You didn't intended to breath his name when he pulled from the kiss to squeeze your tits, but oh god was he thankful you did it, had his crotch throbbing between his legs.

-" Yeah baby ? Feels right ? Gonna mark this princess's body. "

You arched your back, abdomen getting more sucked in his mouth as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along your bare skin, he was not one to take his time so much, however this time, he enjoyed everything, the scent, the faint taste of your skin, the way your hands reached for his hair when his hands started sliding down your panties, eyes smoldering seeing the already wet-spot welcoming him.

-" spread 'em legs f'me, Would'ya ? Atta girl"

And just like that, heaven opened its doors for the devil. What a shame he had found solace between an angel's legs. The welcome was too good for him, too pink for his darkness and too wet for his dry hell.

Might Adam tell, if the forbidden fruit's scent have been the thing that kept it impossible to not sin ? Rindou at least must say it did.

And might Adam tell, if the forbidden fruit tasted heaven nevertheless? As for Rindou, he must admit it did.

-" Oh shit !"

-" Can't believe I'm the first to taste you, now show me all the pretty sounds you can make for me, love."

You'd not only make pretty sounds, even symphonies if he wanted to, he was gifted with it, grazing your clit with his teeth while smearing the wetness along your folds. You've caught your body grinding against his face for more, his bored eyes landed on you as you tried to contain.

-" C'mon, use me to get off. Wanna have ya all over me ".

He cut your restraints with a sharp tone, there you were second later, riding his face , moaning shamelessly his name and pulling the hoarsest of sounds of him because of your hands tugging at his hair. His lips swallowed your clit, making it swollen, then he added a second finger to the one already invading your puffy walls, eyes almost widening when your walls swallowed them.

-" Shit, my cock's gonna ruin this pussy, can't fucking wait. "

Grinding his hips slightly against the mattress, too hard to resist, the sight was intoxicating. That soft hair he caught you brushing was sprawled on his pillow, those ass cheeks were on his mattress, the half-lidded eyes were bewitching, and looking at none but him, last but not least, those swollen lips were moaning his name.

-" Rin', 'm so close, so fucking close, please don't stop, please, please... "

-" Shhh, I got my pretty girl, not gonna let her down ".

As he promised, as he did. He pulled out of you the probably greatest orgasm you would ever know in your whole life, he took from you your loudest moans, and the prettiest faces your rolled back eyes and agape mouth could make.

As for you, you stole his eyes, attention, thoughts, and sanity.

-" If I see this damn face cumming again might keep ya tied to my bed " he grunt and stroked his cock a few times, staring with star-studded eyes at you riding your high.

You pulled, pulled and pulled like the tide and who were the waves to deny the moon ? You tasted yourself on his lips when he kissed you, back on top of you with his hands massaging your breasts again, goosebumps running over your epidermis, overstimulated.

And when he pulled back, resting on his elbows, you wondered, did you really knew Rindou Haitani? His smirk was not there, and his eyes bored into your face, seemingly way too far gone as his hand pushed some hair locks out of your pretty face.

Did you knew he was only thinking about the one that would have you after him ? That he was cursing the time for not stopping there, right at this moment to let you inside his room forever ?

-" Don't know if it's the orgasm, but I swear you've never been this handsome ".

Through an unsteady breath you had uttered, albeit Rindou Haitani had tried drugs before, no one warned him about the teasing half-tired half-aroused smile his neighbor could give, looking him in the eye as her hand stroked his cheek. Chest aching with something stronger than lust, lavender hues drifted down your lips then back at your eyes again, and he'd say something, really, yet you drank him in your eyes and he was afraid if his mouth opened, he would only thank God you were even thirsty for someone like him.

-" 'right, lemme show you how much I've been craving you".

In a room filled with sin, a holy union was born, a daydream bloomed in the darkest paradise, started with his warm precum staining your sensitive folds, ended with the stretch and fullness you felt as he slided inside you.

Now Rindou Haitani was not the good guy, quite the bad guy actually, yet he did his best not to move, not until your pain would falter somehow. His head was thrown back, shallowed breaths escaping his pretty lips, he was too engrossed in the way he has never felt as wanted and welcomed anywhere else.

Did it felt like that, to achieve something that seemed impossible ? You have been the beat in his head, a tune that never left, dancing to that beat his heart leapt, you were the thought that would sometimes keep him distracted from his mixtapes, the joke Ran would pull everytime to tease him.

For a monster like him, you were just a dream, a glimpse of life not ever imagined, and now being not just in front of you but inside you, making one with the perfect girl next door, you were his hot missing pink in his psychedelic mess.

-" so full-" you had swallowed thickly, wrapping your already sore legs around his waist. His hands came to secure them around him, as his forehead pressed against yours.

-" I know. I got you, 'kay ? Swear ain't moving 'til you're ready. "

Fate's plan seemed to be working way too well, since every word of him would make you question the image you had of him and every smile or glance of yours would make him wish you'd find it good enough to stay, stay... He had never wanted someone to stay.

-" I think... It's okay if you move now " few minutes and the sweetest torture of his life after, you smiled at him, gripping his shoulders. The Haitani's lips found yours in a quick kiss, swallowing your moans after he started thrusting slowly in and out of you.

-" Feels so damn good " he hissed through gritted teeth. " Never had something like this, like you ".

And the praises would only increase the heat building in your stomach, your teeth found his shoulder, keeping you grounded as your walls throbbed around him.

The desire was damning, his body slamming, breaking down in a fit. Your glossy eye color flickered under his gaze, though he was losing it he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

-" Too much, I can't take-"

-" You can and you will. You're my best girl, pussy's made f'me, yeah ?"

He peppered kisses all along your face, stopping a split second to wonder from where did he got those gestures he never used with someone else ?

At the touch of carnality's urging, that pleasure heightened. Lust drips visceral cadence from the skies between your thighs,and his body with licks of bliss, electrifying finger tips made you come undone again, playing with your clit.

-" Rin' !" You had screamed his name in a last prayer before reaching the seventh sky.

-" Oh fuck, you're killin' me " you heard him groan somewhere in the middle of your orgasm again, Rindou gripped your hips tighter, keeping himself grounded for as long as he could, he had no desire to let go.

-"you're doing so good for me, love. Gonna lemme have you again, yeah ? My girl's such a good one, know she'll make it for me, right ?"

At this point, you were none but a whimpering mess under him. The meer sight, desire flooding your brain as gibberish escaped your lips, the feeling of you walls clenching so tightly around him, and the grip you had on his arms were his last station, especially when another filthy moan filled the celestial dark paradise.

Then finally, as the first cry of a newborn Rindou reached the highest sky, filling the condom with thick white ropes.

If he had to put words on what he felt now, laying above your body as your hands caressed his hair, a fever dream. Something to be thankful it happened and to be offended it ended.

As if lying above a cloud, he could sense you absorbing all his wickedness, how was he damned, now with your perfume lingering everywhere in his room.

If he wanted not to get all hooked, that ship had sailed long ago.

Devil doesn't bargain, it is either everything or nothing, indeed when he lifted his face slightly to bear at your smiling one, stealing a heart beat from him, a smile, and a clench of a jaw, you stole everything.

-" I know you said it's a one time thing " you had no idea of the one who was talking, Rindou Haitani or a possible flicker of jealousy or the crave still eating out on his guts, yet his impassive face and usual frown reappeared, relentless his voice turned, he was not asking, it was not a question.

-" but ya know... You might need extra lessons, just to be sure you got it right ".

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Covered in You | b.b. | 2

Bucky Barnes x fem!superpowered!reader

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: ✨Woops✨

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“I…” 

Bucky hesitated, unsure how to explain what he wanted to say. He knew what he wanted to do —admitting it was just a bit difficult for him. Dr. Raynor tapped her pen against her notepad, watching him intently. 

“You what, James?”

He hated being called James. The only person who ever did call him that was his mom —too long ago. Now it just felt wrong hearing it from someone else. 

“I think I want to ask her out.”

Dr. Raynor sat up a bit straighter, surprised by his confession. Her pen didn’t move against the page.  “You want to ask who out?”

He glanced out the window, taking a moment to consider how much he really wanted to admit. Bucky had chickened out of asking her to dinner on Saturday, unwilling to approach her as people talked to her about the garden. She was so in her element, and Bucky couldn’t bring himself to interrupt her. It almost made him jealous, how willing she was to put herself out there. 

“She’s a former Avenger —helped Steve and I during the Germany incident.”

“You’ll need to be a bit more specific,” Dr. Raynor pressed, pen finally moving across the page. “Which Avenger?”

Bucky mumbled her name under his breath, and Dr. Raynor didn’t press further —simply writing her name down in her notes. Then she extended her hand, and Bucky knew she wanted his phone. She always wanted his phone.

“This is definitely a good development —I see she’s called you every day this week. Have you answered?”

He nodded once, gazing at the birds passing by the window. “On Friday, I did.”

“And you’ve been texting –slowly, but you are.”

He nodded once. She sent a lot of texts in short bursts –like she never finished her thought process before she sent the message. So she just kept sending messages, then apologizing for bombarding him. Several texts were better than several calls, however. He could take his time to respond to those; though usually he just reassured her that he didn’t mind. 

Bucky liked waking up to a text from her, truthfully. It was usually a good morning text, with a picture, and then questions about what he planned for the day. Though he wondered why she was always awake so early.

“What did you two talk about on Friday?”

He hummed, considering his answer again. “She invited me to the library garden opening.”

“And did you go?”

“Yes.”

Dr. Raynor made a sound of surprise, as if scoffing at the idea that he actually went. But Bucky didn’t care; he went and he didn’t need anyone to believe him or not. 

“And you want to ask her out now.”

He nodded once again. “I do.”

“Why haven’t you?”

“I meant to,” he admitted, looking back at Dr. Raynor. “I was gonna ask her on Saturday, but I…I changed my mind. She was busy.”

“You know she invited you to the event –did you consider that maybe she wasn’t too busy for you?”

Of course he had considered it. He knew she was willing to step aside to talk to him, to give him a moment away from the people, if he had asked. That just seemed to be how she was. But watching her in her element –literally and figuratively –made Bucky feel bad about disrupting her. She was doing so much good; who was he to take that good away from the people who really needed her?

“I know that look,” Dr. Raynor commented, leaning back in her chair. “You don’t need to worry about if you’re bothering her, James –,”

“Bucky –,”

“ –because she clearly wants you involved, James.”

He ground his teeth, trying to bite his tongue so he didn’t snap at Dr. Raynor. While it may be her job to help him, she annoyed the shit out of him sometimes. 

“Your homework this week –,”

“I don’t need you to assign me homework to ask her out, doc.”

“I think you do. Your homework this week is to ask her out and actually follow through.”

“Is that it?”

Dr. Raynor nodded, and Bucky was up and out of his chair without a word, walking out the door.

                                                  *****

Bucky stared at her last message, frowning a bit as he read it over and over again. It’s not that he was upset that she expected him to say no –he brought that reaction on himself. It’s just that he felt bad that she expected him to say no. It had only been a few days since she invited him to the garden –it was Tuesday, and they had texted back and forth since Saturday night –so he sort of assumed she would expect a little more from him now.

A quick walk to a “hole in the wall” noodle bar and a barrage of texts from her later (something about ramen and yakisoba and sake), and Bucky sat at a table alone in the back, waiting for her. The waitress walked by a few times, and Bucky was hyper aware that she was trying to take a picture of him –no doubt to send to her friends and gossip about the Winter Soldier. As he began to get annoyed, the door chimed and he heard his name being exclaimed from the front.

He had to remind himself to breathe, honestly.

It was as she walked towards him that he realized he’d never seen her outside of her battlesuit. Well, no. He did see her Saturday, but she was wearing gardening clothes, covered in dirt. Today, however, she was dressed for work –a very pretty, flowy blouse with gold flecks and a thin ribbon that drew the collar together around her neck. And her slacks hugged her legs just right, showing off both the muscles there and how long they were when accented by the heels she wore. They weren’t particularly tall, but they did wonders for her legs.

Habit made him stand, pulling her chair out for her with a tight lipped smile. She looked up at him with a bright smile of her own, sliding in and setting her stuff down before he sat back down across from her. The waitress dropped off another menu and a glass of water, introducing herself with a sly grin before slipping into the back.

“They’ve been gossiping the entire time I’ve been here,” he explained, glancing over her shoulder at the hostess stand. His shoulders were tense, and he was on too high alert to turn it off.

“People gossip all the time,” she replied without missing a beat. “I was the talk of the town when I applied for my job at the library again. They even wrote an article about me –you just have to ignore them.” She paused for a moment before reaching over, covering his vibranium hand with hers. “You and I know more than they ever will.” 

He wanted to pull away; take her hand with his real hand. She shouldn’t feel the cold of his metal hand. Something that tarnished who he was, what he wanted to be. But something about her choosing to take that hand instead of his flesh one stirred the butterflies in Bucky’s stomach.

She didn’t care about his arm.

She just cared about him. 

Instead of pulling away, Bucky flipped his hand to face his palm up and took her hand in his.

“Thank you,” he murmured, voice soft as the waitress walked by. 

“You don’t need to thank me –,”

“I do,” he interrupted, leaning forward now. She leaned in as well. “I do need to thank you, because you have pestered me every day to spend time with you even when I shut you down every single time.”

“It wasn’t every time –,”

He gave her a pointed look, though he was grinning some to make sure she knew he wasn’t actually mad. “Regardless…I just…I have to keep everyone at arm’s length. For their safety, for mine, for whatever reason. And you just didn’t give a shit about that. And I just need you to know that I appreciate that you kept asking, even when I ignored you.”

She watched him for a few moments before her smile softened. “I can be a little overwhelming, so I’m glad I didn’t scare you off.”

He shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “The calling was overwhelming; the texting isn’t as bad. I can take my time to respond to those.”

“Even if I double or triple text?”

“You could probably send me a hundred texts at once and I’d take that over a phone call any day.”

“Don’t say that,” she scolded, though her voice was laced with mischief. “I’ll take full advantage of it.”

“Please do.” 

They sat for a moment in silence, smiling at one another. For the first time in too long, Bucky felt normal. He was out with a pretty girl, sharing a moment that was too good to be true. It didn’t matter that he was trying to make amends, or if the world was still recovering from Thanos. It didn’t matter that he didn’t sleep at night, or in his bed but on the floor. What mattered was there was someone who understood him —who didn’t see him and see a killer. She just saw him. All she did was take his pain in the palm of her hand, and she didn’t even realize she did it.

The waitress dropped off their meals, interrupting the moment all too soon. She pulled away, leaning back in her chair as she admired the food before her. Bucky couldn’t help the smile on his face, watching her be so excited for some as simple as a bowl of ramen. 

“I had a dream about you last night,” she casually commented as she broke apart her chopsticks. Bucky felt a blush creeping up the back of his neck, feeling his mouth run dry. “It was the forties, but I don’t know anything about the forties except for, you know, the war and all. But it was the forties and I had on this pretty dress, and you were like in a uniform. It was nice; Steve was there too. Except he was like the Steve I know and not the Steve that was tiny that you knew.”

“That does sound nice,” he admitted with a nod, breaking apart his own set of chopsticks now. “I don’t miss it, though. Technology is too good, and not having polio is definitely a plus.”

“That’s fair,” she agreed, trying to pick up a boiled egg and dropping it again by accident. The broth splashed on to the table. “Oh shit, sorry.”

Bucky chuckled. “It’s fine. Do you not know how to use chopsticks?”

“Do you?”

He nodded, reaching over to push her food out of the way. He took her hand carefully, adjusting her hold on the tools. He positioned fingers carefully, making sure she held them correctly. She watched his hand on hers as he clicked the chopsticks together, showing her how to pick up things. 

“Now how did an old man like you learn to use chopsticks?” She teased, looking back up at him when he released her.

“Another thing I like about today –Chinese food,” he laughed, stirring his ramen now as it cooled off. “Food is just…so much better now, honestly.”

“Oh man, if you like good food, I got you,” she promised, pointing her chopsticks at him now. “I love trying new food, it’s like my favorite thing in the world. I literally plan trips around where to eat. Have you watched Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives? Guy Fieri is a food god.” 

“I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I’ll take your word for it.”

“You should totally come over, and we can binge watch some of the episodes. Map out places to go and eat –it’ll be super fun and –,” but she stopped suddenly, turning sheepish as she set her chopsticks down. “Sorry, getting a little ahead of myself. You don’t have to –,”

“No, I want to,” he quickly interrupted, reassuring her now with a smile. “I think…that sounds great, honestly. I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I need new places to eat, and if this guy…Guy has stuff in New York, why not?”

She beamed at his desire to join her, and Bucky decided he wanted her to look at him like that every day. He felt her joy deep in him, and she was practically glowing with excitement. Bucky’s house of stone was crumbling slowly, and she was planting her roots in its place.

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Bonus: some of her messages to him

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New Week and a New Face📰

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When I wake up, I can feel dread start to build up inside of me. I felt so confident yesterday of my plan, but all of my confidence is gone. I wish I could stay bundled up in my warm blankets and sleep the day away. I really wish I could do that, but I need to get up.

I slowly rise up from my bed and put my slippers on. The bed creaks as I lift myself up, and I walk over to my bathroom.

I walk into the hallway and go straight to the bathroom. I close the door behind me, and I'm met with my reflection.

I can see the dark circles start to form underneath my eyes. These past days, I haven't been able to sleep comfortably. My dreams are haunted by the incident. The shine of the blade, the blood dripping from my fresh wound, the crazed look in Ayato's eyes as he holds me in place by my shoulders.

I hate it, I hate it so much.

I push the thoughts of my nightmare to the side and I do my usual routine, only this time I make time in order to switch out my bandages.

It hurts a bit as I peel them off, and I wince at the feeling of the cold morning air making contact with my wound. I hope I won't need stitches. The wound is deep, so I'm starting to worry that stitches are needed. I'll ask the nurse at school, I'll come up with a lie about how I got the wound.

I put on a new set of bandages, and continue with the rest of my routine.

I'm able to finish my routine around the same time I usually do, so I grab my bag and walk out the door. I shut the door behind me, and start to walk down the road to Taeko's house.

When I make it to her house, I see her outside, but she isn't alone. A boy with orange hair is next to her, and it kind of looks like they are arguing with each other.

I greet Taeko,"Hey, Taeko. Who is this?"

"Oh! Hey, (Y/N)! Remember that friend I was talking about a few days ago? This is him!" She tells me as she points at the ginger.

"Oh, right! Well, hey there," I wave at the ginger,"I'm (Y/N) (L/N). What's your name?"

The ginger rolls his eyes before answering,"I'm Osano Najima."

"It's nice to meet you, Najima. Come on, let's start heading to school."

The three of us start to walk to school, but I decide to start a conversation. The thought of seeing Ayato is starting to make me nervous.

"I hope you guys weren't waiting for me too long," I say to them.

"Not at all, (Y/N)! Me and Osano were just catching up, so we didn't even notice the time," Taeko answers.

"That's nice!" I can't help but feel a bit awkward. Talking to Taeko is fine, but Najima's presence throws me off. I've never talked to him before, so I don't know what I should say to him. Him and Taeko are childhood friends, so I feel like the odd one out.

"(Y/N), I have a question," my thoughts about how awakared this situation is cut off by Taeko.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I was wondering if you got something in your locker on Friday?" Taeko asks me with a flustered look.

Is she talking about the note? No, she can't be. That note was made by Ayato, she has nothing to do with the note.

"No. Was I supposed to get something?" I ask with curiosity.

"Yeah, it was a note..." Taeko trails off,"Forget it! I'll tell you about it later at the club."

Taeko looks towards Najima.

"Why are you looking at me for?" Najima asks as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Taeko walks closer to Najima and starts to whisper into his ear. I can see a blush start to form on Najima's face, but his response doesn't reflect his expression.

"I know that, idiot! You told me all about it!" Najima yells out.

I can't help but to quirk an eyebrow at their interaction. Is this how they talk to each other? Well, I can't judge them. They are childhood friends after all, they must be very comfortable with each other.

I always wished to have someone like that. Someone who would help me with my problems, someone who could make me laugh all day long, someone who I could make memories with.

Ayato could hardly be called a friend. I just stuck by him, but looking back on it, I really didn't form a meaningful connection with him.

Sure, I have Taeko but I don't know if we'll have a meaningful connection. I hope we do.

I see the school starting to come into view, and I can't help but to shiver at the thought of what Ayato will do to me once he sees me.

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"Alright, talk to me, Taeko," I tell her as the both of us walk into the clubroom. It's currently just the two of us since Najima went somewhere else to talk to another one of his friends.

"There was supposed to be a note in your locker on Friday," she responds as she closes the clubroom's door.

"I know that, and I did get a note," I tell her.

"I know you did," Taeko says,"I saw you going to the gymnasium."

She saw me? Where was she when I got attacked? Did she see Ayato?

"You saw?" I say in disbelief.

She nods her head,"Yeah, I did. I saw you go inside, and I couldn't help myself and I went inside too."

Before she could continue, I interjected,"Where were you?"

I can see her go stiff,"I...I wanted to do an article on the cherry tree. You know, the place where everyone confesses to their crush. I was thinking of doing an article, but I wanted to visit the place first."

"So you were near the cherry tree, and while you were there you saw me go into the gymnasium?" I ask to clarify.

"Yes! I saw you walk into the gymnasium, but I didn't see you leave," she explains.

"Okay, but back to the note. I did receive a note, was that from you?" I ask her. I know that Ayato orchestrated everything, or did he? I doubt that Taeko would try to harm me, but how did she know of the note?

"No!" Taeko exclaims before looking away from me, "there was supposed to be a note from my friend. She has a huge crush on you, and she wanted to meet up with you at the cherry tree. She wanted to confess to you, (Y/N)."

So there were two notes? One from Taeko's friend and the other from Ayato.

"Then why did I only get one note?" I ask her.

"I don't know, I put the note in your locker, and it should've been there when you opened your locker," she explains.

"This is so confusing," I tell her as I rub my temples.

"I know, but I'm even more confused about something," Taeko starts off,"When I went to the gymnasium, I saw blood."

"You what?" I ask. I could feel my heart drop at her confession. She saw my blood.

"Yeah, I don't know if it was a prank, but I saw blood on the gymnasium floor," she tells me with worry overtaking her features.

"Did you tell anyone?" I ask. Hoping that she told someone.

She shakes her head,"I didn't."

I decide I would lie to her, "I need to tell you something, Taeko."

This catches her attention.

"The note I got told me to go to the gymnasium, so I went. When I went there, I saw someone covered in blood on the ground. I seriously thought it was real, but it was a prank," I lie through my teeth.

"What? It was just a prank?" She asks with surprise.

"Yeah, it was an awful prank, but nobody got hurt. I guess you saw the aftermath of it," I say to her.

"That's such a horrible prank! I thought someone seriously got injured. It's a good thing I didn't tell anyone," she responds.

"But back to your friend," I say trying to go back to the note situation, "Tell your friend I'm sorry I didn't get her letter, and if it makes her feel better we can talk sometime."

"Really?! Thank you, (Y/N)! I'll tell her as soon as I can!" Taeko happily tells me.

I can't help but to smile at her reaction.

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When lunchtime comes around, I remember that I need to go to the nurse's office. I head straight to the nurse's office and I walk inside. I see the nurse walking around and checking  the cabinets with medicine inside.

I speak out,"Miss Kankoshi, I need your help."

She turns around,"What's wrong?"

"I got into an accident, and I was wondering if you could see it?" I ask her as I point to where my wound is.

"Of course, take a seat on one of the beds," she instructs me as she walks over to me.

I take a seat on one of the beds. Kankoshi walks over and sits down on a nearby chair.

"Tell me, what's the problem?" She asks me.

I roll up my sleeve, and my bandaged arm is now visible to her.

"What happened?" She asks with worry lacing her voice.

"It happened on Friday. I was walking back home, and I decided to take a shortcut through an alley. It was a dumb decision, but it looked safe. As I walked, some guy came out of nowhere and pointed a knife at me. He demanded that I empty my pockets, and I did. As I gave him my stuff, he swung his knife at me and cut my arm. He then ran off," I start to feel nervous as I finish up my lie.

"That's horrible! Did you tell the police?" She asks with concern.

I shake my head,"No, I was too scared, and I would rather not."

"I would suggest you tell the police, but I understand if you'd rather move on and not worry yourself with the police," she tells me.

"Thank you for understanding, but I was wondering if I could come in and change my bandages?" I ask, hoping she would say yes.

"Of course, let me take a look at these ones," she tells me as she starts to unwrap the bandages.

The bloody bandages are now in the trash, and the nurse is now wrapping a new set of white bandages on my arm.

"Do I need stitches?" I ask, hoping the answer would be no. I cringe at the thought of having to get stitches. It makes me uncomfortable.

"No, you don't. The wound isn't very deep, so it'll be fine without stitches," she informs me before doing the last wrap around,"and there you go."

"Thank you," I tell her as I roll down my sleeve.

"Of course, but make sure to come by regularly," she tells me as she gets up from the chair.

"How regularly?" I ask as I stand up from the bed.

"Every day, if you can or every few days, at least, you don't want it to get infected," she tells me as she goes to put away the bandages.

I nod my head,"Got it. But thank you again, Miss Kankoshi, I really appreciate it."

I leave the nurse's office, but when I go out into the hallway, I can feel a shiver go up my spine. I look around, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. People are still socializing and walking around. Everything looks normal, but I just can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me. I turn around and walk up the stairs.

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It's Monday, so another club meeting is due.

"Alright, our last issue did really well! I'm happy that our paper was a hit with the students, but it's now a new week, and new ideas need to be made!" I tell the team as they eat their snacks.

We start to brainstorm and pitch ideas. Some pitched interviews, some were about the history of Akademi, and some were about our town. In the end, I picked three ideas to do for this paper while the other ideas were left for next week.

I looked at the clock and saw that we only had two minutes left, so I decided to end the meeting.

"That was a great meeting! Text me if you have any questions, but I'll see you in the next meeting."

The club members start to pack up and leave, and that ends up leaving me and Taeko by ourselves.

We put the chairs and tables back to their original positions. I decide to start a conversation since the silence is slowly killing me.

"Did you tell your friend yet?" I ask her.

"Oh...um. Yeah! I did!" Taeko tells me.

"That's good to hear. I still feel bad for not meeting up with her," I tell her as guilt takes over my features.

"It's fine! She wasn't hurt by it at all," Taeko replies.

"At least I don't have bad blood with her," I say with a slight laugh,"but what happened to Najima?"

"What about him?" She questions.

"I don't know, I just thought that he would wait for you or something. You two do seem really close to one another," I tell her as I set the last chair back.

"He wanted to wait for me, but I just told him it would be best for him to go back home," she answers.

"I would have liked him to come with us, I wouldn't mind getting to know him better," I tell her. I walk over to my bag and start to head out.

"Yeah, I guess," she tells me as we both head out.

We both start our usual walk home, but that feeling is coming back again. I turn around and I see no one.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" Taeko asks me with worry.

"Yeah, totally," I quickly respond.

"If you say so," but I can hear the skepticism in her voice.

We make it to her house and we part ways. I let out a sigh and head back home.

The sun is starting to set, and the sky is filled with orange and pink colors. It makes me blissful, but a voice takes me out of my trance.

"(Y/N)..."

I turn around and I'm meet with Ayato. I let out a gasp and step back.

"What is it?"

"I think you know why I'm here."

"I do, and I hope my assumption is wrong."

"Hmmm...," I see him squint his eyes at me.

"What?" I ask my voice full of anger.

"I think you should start to run," he tells me as he pulls out a knife.

My mind flashes with thoughts of what happened on Friday. I don't waste a minute and I start running.

I run and run until my legs are on fire and I can feel my ankles go numb. My breath starts to get heavier, and tears are starting to leak from my eyes.

I can hear his footsteps, and they are only getting closer. I see my house up ahead and I pick up the pace. Everything vooms by me, and the cold afternoon air is hitting me.

As I run, I pull my keys out. I throw myself at my door and shove the key into the hole. I harshly twist it and rush inside. I quickly close the door and lock it just as Ayato is rushing up the steps.

I hold the door shut, and let out a choked sob. I jump back when I start to hear banging at the door. My tears start to flow and rush down my cheeks, and they fall down to the ground like raindrops.

The banging gets louder and the door shakes. I back away from the door and rush upstairs. I close my bedroom door and lock it, I then throw myself onto my bed and pull the blanket over myself.

The banging keeps going.

#fanfic #yandere #yandere simulator #yansim #male reader #reader insert #x reader

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Lessons In Love ~ 4

LESSONS IN LOVE MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,430ish

Summary: Padme and Anakin hatch a plan.

Notes: I ended up making it less angsty because you all don’t need to suffer as I do.

Due to a virtual meeting you had to attend, you found yourself at the school earlier than usual but thankfully Padme had to be there for the meeting as well. You and Padme were currently in your room, your computer playing the meeting that you were supposed to be listening to. Instead, Padme had just asked you to go out for drinks tonight.

“I don’t know, Padme,” you shook your head, weary of your friend’s offer. “What if I don’t feel good or if something happens that triggers a flare-up? I think I’m just going to stay at home.”

“Come on, Y/N, you need a break,” Padme responded. “It would just be out to a chill bar, not a club or anything too hardcore. We both—especially you—need to relax. It’s Friday. You can sleep the rest of the weekend.”

“I’ll think about it, alright? I need to see how today goes.”

Padme nodded. “So, is Obi-Wan bringing you lunch again today?”

You shrugged slightly. “He has for the past two days. I’d be surprised if it’s any different today.”

“Will you start believing that he likes you? Who would make lunches for someone they don’t have feelings for?”

You sighed. “It doesn’t matter if Obi-Wan has feelings for me or not, Padme. He’s here now but if we were to start something and he found out the truth about all my problems, he would leave like everyone else has.”

“Obi-Wan is different.”

“I always think that at the beginning too… but they’re all the same.”

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“So, I was thinking that we could go out to drinks tonight,” Anakin said as he walked up to Obi-Wan in the faculty room.

“What?” Obi-Wan questioned as he placed the lunches for himself and you in the fridge.

“You, me, out at a bar. Boys night. What do you say?”

Obi-Wan thought for a moment, shutting the fridge door and turning around. Anakin’s eyes shone with mischief that Obi-Wan should be more worried about than he actually was. But he knew Anakin well enough to know that the mischief never came out of a place of hatred. It was always a place of love and trying to get Obi-Wan out of his normal routine.

“Sure,” Obi-Wan caved in, knowing that Anakin wasn’t going to let it go if he didn’t. 

“Well, that was easier than I thought it would be,” Anakin admitted.

“Yeah, well, you caught me on a good day.”

“Oh yeah?” Anakin smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned on one of the tables in the faculty room. “Let me guess, Y/N has something to do with your good day?”

“Perhaps.”

“You made her lunch again?”

“It’s something I can do to help ease her burden. She has a hard class and is clearly going through something in her personal life.”

“It’s also a way you can show her you care without actually manning up and telling her.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan sighed. “Can we not do this right now? You can ring me out about my feelings over a drink tonight, alright?”

“I’ll definitely be taking you up on that.”

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Unfortunately, you weren’t able to see Obi-Wan before lunch, which made you sadder than you thought it would. When lunch finally came around, you were tired because of your students. It hadn’t been too bad of a day, but it was still a struggle. Obi-Wan was basically ready and waiting at your door with the containers of food. You smiled at him as he shut the door after the last student headed out for recess.

“You know, you could just leave a note on the container in the fridge for me to find,” you suggested. “You don’t have to spend half of your lunchtime waiting for it to be mine also before you eat.”

“I can do that if you’d really like,” Obi-Wan said as he walked over to the table the two of you usually sat at. “I just don’t like the thought of you eating alone.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Why was this man making your feelings grow for him more and more? It was impossible at this point not to just love him. Your heart longed to show him—tell him—how much you cared, but the barriers you had placed around your heart were too thick and tall.

“How has your day been?” Obi-Wan wondered as he began to pull the lids off of the containers.

“It hasn’t been too terrible,” you replied, sitting down. 

“But clearly not that great.”

“And how do you know that?”

“The way you hold yourself, like you have the weight of the world on you.”

You were taken back that Obi-Wan could so easily tell that about you. “Aren’t you observant?”

“I hope you like lunch today. Made it, especially for you.” 

Obi-Wan smirked as you rolled your eyes at him, with a small scoff falling from your turned-up lips. Something happened in that second as he purposefully tried to make you smile, he could see the tension in your body start to melt away. You may not have noticed but Obi-Wan easily did. He could read you better than you thought, which is why he could tell your hand was bugging you. The way you seemed to carefully grab the fork he had set out for you, not before you clenched and unclenched your hand. It was shaking slightly.

“Are you alright?” He asked, eyes flicking down to your hand for a brief moment.

You glanced down at your shaking hand and held the fork tighter to try and calm it down. “I’m fine,” you replied, quickly smiling at him. The way Obi-Wan’s brows pinched together, you knew he wasn’t believing you. “I’m just tired. Didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged, taking a bite of the food. You almost moaned due to how delicious it was. It was quickly becoming clear to you that Obi-Wan was an amazing cook. “This is amazing, Obi. You are an incredible cook.”

Obi-Wan simply stared at you in a way that you couldn’t read. For some reason, his brain short-circuited when you called him ‘Obi’. It was a very simple thing, but you hadn’t ever just called him by the first part of his name. You quickly grew concerned by his response.

“Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan,” you called until he pulled himself out of whatever trance he seemed to be in. “Are you alright? Was it something I said?”

He quickly shook his head. “No, of course not,” he replied. His eyes found the clock behind you. “I’ve got to go.” Standing up, he grabbed the container he was eating from and his utensils. 

“Oh, yeah, of course.” You deflated, not liking how off this all suddenly felt.

“Talk to you after school?”

You nodded, focusing on the food in front of you. Obi-Wan wished he could stay, he could feel the tension that had settled over the two of you. He sighed as he unwillingly left to go get his students.

The rest of the day wasn’t too terrible, but it also wasn’t the greatest. You quickly told Padme that you would go get a drink with her tonight before leaving the school without talking to Obi-Wan. He caught a glimpse of you leaving through his window and he sighed. He definitely needed a drink tonight.

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You decided to dress yourself up a little bit, trying to help yourself feel good. Padme picked you up and drove the two of you to the bar. You both found a seat at the bar and ordered drinks as you chatted and complained about school.

“Let’s stop talking about work for a second,” you said as you set down an empty glass, having all too easily finished your drink. “Let’s talk about you and Anakin. How is that going?”

Padme began to blush as she got a dreamy look in her eye. “It’s going really well,” she responded.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Like he is so sweet and caring and kind. He’s a fighter, for what he believes in and for me.”

“That’s so good, Padme. I’m so happy for you.”

“You know, you do have someone who would happily do the same for you… make you happy and take care of you.”

You looked away, staying still for a long moment before speaking up. “Yes, I think… I think I’m beginning to see that but I can’t get my heart broken again.”

“You don’t know if you will. Obi-Wan is different.”

You gave her an unbelieving look. “They all start out different, even the best of them.”

“Y/N, they weren’t truly the best if they didn’t stay that way. You deserve someone who will love you and take care of you—in all your struggles. I think Obi-Wan could be that someone.”

You sighed. “I—“

“Well look who it is,” Anakin’s voice interrupted you. 

You and Padme turned to see him and Obi-Wan making their way towards you. You gave Padme an unimpressed look, knowing that she had something to do with this, before looking back at Obi-Wan. He was clearly thrown off guard and not very pleased with this. Maybe he really didn’t care as much as Padme swore he did. You were grateful that the bar tender showed up and replaced your drink. You quickly picked it up.

“We didn’t know you two would be here,” Anakin continued.

“Sure you didn’t,” you muttered into your glass before taking a sip.

“Hello, Ani,” Padme smiled sweetly at her boyfriend.

“Hello,” he responded with a matching smile before kissing her lips briefly. He turned to face you after the pulled apart. “Nice to see you as well, Y/N.”

You pressed out a smile as you gave him a nod and lifted your glass. Turning back to Obi-Wan, you have him a nod as well.

“Obi-Wan,” you greeted.

“Hello, there,” Obi-Wan smiled.

Obi-Wan feared that he was giving you the wrong vibe. He had been slightly caught off guard upon seeing you at the bar. You were dressed so radiantly. He had only ever seen you in “work” attire. But there you sat at the bar, shinning like stardust that sparkled across the sky. Obi-Wan was honestly at a loss of words.

You noticed Anakin whispering something Padme before helping her off her bar stool. Obi-Wan and yourself immediately knew that they had a plan in place that they were completing.

“Where are you two going?” You asked.

“Oh, we’ll be back,” Anakin smirked. 

Padme gave you an apologetic smile as Anakin pulled her away to the another side of the room. You shook your head as you took another sip. Obi-Wan glared at Anakin before taking Padme’s spot at the bar.

“Let me guess,” you began, “Anakin convinced you to come out for drinks tonight?”

Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes. And is it safe to assume that Padme did the same with you?”

“Oh yeah. This was clearly planned.”

“Knowing those two, oh yes.” Obi-Wan waved down the bar tender, ordered himself a drink, and then a reorder of yours. He turned his focus back to you as the bar tender out busy. “How was the rest of your day after lunch?”

“It was okay. Not too terrible.”

“That’s good.” 

“How was yours?”

“Same. Not too terrible.” 

“That’s good.” 

You nodded as an awkward silence fell between the two of you. You were grateful when the bar tender pushed the drinks in front of you because yours had just ran out and you were going to need another if it was going to be this awkward.

“I feel the need to tell you how beautiful you look tonight,” Obi-Wan so easily told you. You almost choked on your drink as your head snapped to look at him with such surprise. “Like stardust, shinning around the room.”

“You don’t mean that,” you said quietly, looking away.

Obi-Wan watched as you almost shrunk into yourself. It made him wonder when the last time someone gave you a compliment for how you looked. In his eyes, you were always so beautiful and now he knew that he needed to vocalize it more.

“Why yes I do,” he said with such conviction. 

He reached over and set a gentle hand upon your arm. Your eyes flicked from his hand to his eyes. The blue of his eyes were trying so hard to make sure that you could see the truth behind his words.

“Thank you,” you whispered sheepishly.

Obi-Wan gave you a soft smile as his thumb rubbed against your arm. “Of course, stardust.”

“Stardust? Is that supposed to be my nickname?”

“I can change it if you’d like. Or just not—not give you one.”

“No, it’s okay. I think that it can grow on me.”

~~~

It quickly began clear to the both of you that Anakin and Padme had left you. Though to two of you quickly didn’t care. It was fun, just enjoying your time drinking and talking with Obi-Wan. When the time came to go, Obi-Wan refused to let you call for a ride home and insisted on taking you home himself. He really didn’t need to convince you, you just enjoyed watching him be so insistent. Obi-Wan guided you to his car, opening the door for you and helping you in before getting into the drivers seat. You told him the address to your apartment, which he repeated in his head over and over again to try and memorize it.

After pulling up to your apartment, Obi-Wan raced around to open your door and walk you into your building.

“Thank you, Obi, for the ride,” you said as you arrived at your door.

“Of course,” Obi-Wan replied. “Anytime.”

The two of you stopped in front of  your door. “I had fun tonight.”

“As did I.” The two of you stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Well, I better be going.” He went to turn away.

“Wait.” 

You placed your hand on his arm to stop him. An overwhelming amount of courage—most likely from the alcohol—came over you and you quickly placed your lips on top of Obi-Wan’s.

The kiss took Obi-Wan by surprise but he was quick to respond. His hands found your waist as yours stays on his arms. Sadly, nothing much happened in the kiss as you ended it almost as soon as you had started it.

“Goodnight, Obi,” you said, disappearing into your apartment.

“Goodnight, my stardust.”

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[castielli]

Sunwoo x Male Reader

(Feat. best friend Eric)

[I wrote this like a year ago + I absolutely hate how it came out, BUT I wanted to post something on here too so…here it is]

Reader uses he/him pronouns

"Y/N, are you listening to me?" my best friend Eric asked.

“Eh..? What?" i asked back confused

"For one second, can you stop staring at Sunwoo?" he was really annoyed by me staring at the guy, but how could he blame me? It’s not my fault that Sunwoo’s parents made him this attractive.

"How can I? He's making me going crazy. Who is he even talking to?"

Eric looked at Sunwoo and saw him talking with a girl.

"Don't overthink, she’s probably his sister"

"What if she's not?"

"If she's trying to get him, i'll help you get to him before she can even lay a finger on his hands" He said smirking still looking at Sunwoo

— - —

I was in my class watching random videos on my phone waiting for Eric when i heard a familiar voice. And yeah, you guessed it right, it was Sunwoo's voice.

I heard some girls screaming and his "sister" went to him smiling

"Are you free this Friday, baby?" she said trying to look cute

Definitely not his sister.

Before he answered he looked at me, directly into my eyes. I quickly moved my eyes to my phone just to hear his voice again: "Let's go to the karaoke Mia" followed by the same girls screaming again

I quickly left the room, i hate that situation.

"Y/N, where were you?" i looked up from the floor seeing Eric's face looking at me

"It's not his sister"

"Don’t worry, i've already prepared my plan"

"Your what..?"

— - —

"Y/N!" Eric entered my class smiling "I was looking for you" he said walking to me hugging me tightly

I hugged back smirking, pulling him away just to kiss him on the cheek

The usual girls screamed looking at us like if we were one of those BL couples they love so much.

Everyone in the class was staring at us, including Sunwoo and Mia.

"Let's go away, baby" Mia said taking Sunwoo away from the room.

"That girl always ruins everything" i sighed sitting at my desk with Eric on my lap

— - —

I was walking in the halls alone, since today my classes finished after Eric's and i had to return home without him.

My walking got interrupted by someone stepping in front of me

"Are you and Eric together?" and yes, it was Sunwoo

"Are you and Mia together?" i asked back

"I asked you first" he said

"We are" i answered. Even if it’s fake, Eric is fine with everyone thinking we are dating.

"Oh, ok" he started to walk away

i grabbed his wrist

"Are you and Mia together?" i asked again

"Why do you need to know? You have Eric after all"

"You have Mia but you asked anyways"

"We are not together" he stated

"So why you asked?"

"Because i hate seeing you this happy with him"

"And I hate seeing you happy with her" I stated looking down at him.

"I like you" we said together.

"W-wait, you're with Eric" he looking weirdly at me.

"We're not, it was just a plan he created for- Let’s not think about it right now"

"That’s perfect then" he said grabbing my collar taking me down for a kiss

— - —

"I did it" Eric said looking at the new couple wiping his tears. Did he really wait in that hallway for 2 hours just to see them?

#sunwoo x male reader #kpop x male reader #male reader insert #gay #bisexual #Eric x male reader #The Boyz x male reader #idol x male reader #x male reader #the Boyz #sunwoo #Kim sunwoo #Eric #the Boyz eric #Spotify #castielli

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Interrogation

So, the other night Sledge put an idea in my head that I did not want there. So I took the gang related dream I had and things we had talked about and wrote this as somewhat of a revenge. So you can thank @sldghmmr for whatever this is.

Summary: Continuation from my weird gang type dream where all the wrestlers were in their own separate gangs. Kate (who Sledge named) had information that the British Strong Style need.

Word Count: 4,050

Warnings: Non-Con/Consensual non-con elements Not Edited

Enjoy my vengeful brain.

Kate was kicking herself for the position she was currently in. It was Friday night and she was looking forward to a rare night off from her job responsibilities. Being able to go out with people she hadn’t seen in a while and fully enjoy herself without having to worry about anything work related being involved. This night was going to be for her. Earlier she put on her favorite sexy black dress and heels that she wasn’t normally able to wear. She added a bunch of yellow into her eyeshadow while doing her make-up, giving her face a pop of her favorite color. Hair carelessly down, able to blow in the breeze. She was more than ready to go out and hit a few bars, have some drinks, and dance stress away. She just needed to make one quick stop on the way for a pack of cigarettes. Normally Kate didn’t smoke, but when she drank a lot and everyone else around her was, she enjoyed it. And she planned on letting loose tonight.

She knew she had stepped out of neutral territory, but she had gone to this corner convenience shop so many times before and never had a problem, she didn’t think anything of running in real quick. Especially since it was just down the street from the first bar where she was meeting up with people. She was always aware of her surroundings. A quick in, hello, and out and she’d be on the town. However tonight she had been thinking a little too much about what she was going to do instead of what was around her. She barely made it off of the corner before she was grabbed, dropping her cigarettes into the street before she could get them into her black clutch. Now she was in the basement of one of BSS’s clubs, handcuffed to some iron bar above her head that was drilled into the stone wall. Most people in her position would be terrified. Begging and trying to bargain with their captors. But Kate was too busy being mad at herself for not paying attention and seeing them coming. She couldn’t say she was afraid either having dealt with these men before on a number of occasions. She was familiar with them. Especially the one with the snarly smirk.

“What’s the matter love? Ain’t ya happy to see me?”

“I’d be happier if your throat was slit,” Kate spat.

“You don’t mean that love,” Pete smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Its what you’d deserve.”

“I take it ya don’t forgive me for leavin’ yet huh?” He taunted as he stepped closer to her.

“As soon as someone lets me out of these,” Kate began as she pulled on the handcuffs causing a clanking sound to echo in the basement,” I’m going to break your legs.”

“Speaking of legs, ya might want to keep an eye on Tyler. He’s been staring at yours all night.”

Kate looked over Pete’s shoulder to where Tyler was standing across the room. His gaze was fixed on her licking his lips. Suddenly Kate became very aware of how high on her thighs her already short dress was riding up. She shuffled her legs uncomfortably knowing there was no way to shield them. She didn’t care that she was in a dingy damp basement. It hadn’t been the first time, though usually the ones she was in belonged to people she was more friendly with. She didn’t even care that she was handcuffed. Honestly, if she left her alone for a few minutes she could probably figure out how to get out of them. But she’d be damned if she was going to stand here and involuntarily be eye candy entertainment for these bastards.

“I know he’s been thinking about ‘em ever since we searched you earlier.”

Kate forced her normal response of curse words and threats deep down inside her. She wouldn’t let herself feed into their cocky egos. She knew Pete was having too much fun with this to begin with. Not too many people could come eye to eye with the Bruiserweight who was knock to break bones easily to get information, let alone mouth off to him like Kate was doing. She decided to pretend like whatever they were saying had no effect on her instead.

“Can I have my underwear back from that by the way?” Kate asked nonchalantly.

“Nah. Could be hiding a recording device in there or somethin’.”

“Oh right, because I planned this visit.”

“Besides, we’ve already discussed sending them to Sheamus.”

Kate laughed in his face. “Go for it. You know he would kill you.”

Pete shrugged. “He already wants to. We could just let Tyler keep them.”

Kate could see the black lace hanging out of the pocket of Tylers jeans. At this point she wouldn’t be surprised if he took them out and started playing with them.

“I’m not quite sure he has the ass to fill them out but hey, who am I to judge?”

Tyler chuckled. “She is a feisty one.”

“Warned ya.”

They all got silent as they heard the door to the basement open and close, followed by heavy footsteps. Kate watched the stairs until Trent appeared looking as polished as always.

“Sorry to keep you waiting love. Had to take care of a bit of business upstairs. I hope you two haven’t been harassing our guest too much.”

Pete grabbed a handful of Kate’s hair and yanked her head back, making her hiss in pain before letting go. “Only when necessary.”

“Oh of course. Don’t stop playing with yourself while gawking at the poor girls upstairs on my account. It’s not like I have anywhere to be.”

“Kate you know I keep my best girls over at mountains. Just some bar tenders and dealers up there. They’re only good if you’re desperate. Though if you wanted, I could send you over there. You certainly have the assets for it and I could take real good care of you.”

“I would rather be dead.”

Trent smiled at her response. Amusement covered his face and Kate could clearly see the little gap he had in his front teeth. She had seen that smile a few times before. It usually came before something vile happened. Trent Seven may look like a handsome well off gentleman. His hair neatly tied back, beard nicely groomed.  A velvet navy blue blazer over his expensive black button down dress shirt, but he was as despicable as they come. He comes up with ideas, gives orders, but is more than willing to get his own hands dirty if need be. That smile made Kate realize that she was helpless at his mercy and it made her stomach drop.

“You know I’m sure Pete felt that way at one time too. But now he’s more than happy with me.”

“That’s because Pete is a spineless pussy who is easily persuaded and can’t make his own decisions.”

Pete faked being hurt by her comments while Tyler laughed.

“Don’t be upset at him because he realized how selfish and conniving Sheamus, using people like you and Pete to do all the dangerous shit he was too afraid to do.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you’re a selfless angel.”

“Pete seems pretty happy with me. So happy he thinks he can convince Ridge to come over next.”

That sent a wave of anger through her. It was bad enough that Pete had turned on them and abandoned them. After all the late night talks they had together while everyone else was asleep. The jokes they would make while steaking out places together. Their drunken confessions. But to try and take Ridge from her. She’d want to strangle them all herself if any of them laid a hand on him.

“What do you want Trent?”

“I need some information.”

“Why don’t you ask your new best friend?”

“Already have. He was very helpful. Unfortunately he isn’t privy to some of the information I need. But you love, are.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know Sheamus is planning something to try and take me down in a few weeks. However, it wasn’t decided exactly when when Pete left. So if I had a finalized date, that would much better help me prepare. I also need to know who he’s been talking to because I know he isn’t going to do this alone. He’s too much of a coward.”

“I’m not sure why you think I would know who he talks to.”

“Because we all know you’re his little secretary and take care of everything for him. You either have the information or you know where it is,” Pete answered.

“We also tried to get into your weapons shed the other night, but were unable to. Looks like Sheamus might have changed the locks on everything.”

Kate looked over at Pete in somewhat disbelief. They had a little shack on the beach, disguised as an old mostly out of use lifeguard shed. Everyone just assumed it kept old buoys and expired sunscreen. But it’s where they kept a lot of extra weapons and supplies for easy access if something happened when they were out. Even though Pete betrayed them by leaving, some part of her was slightly surprised that he shared that information and locations.

“Everyone had access to that building. And everyone had access for all the passcodes to the house. They were all changed, but that means you have it.”

“Shows what you know. No one has anything anymore thanks to you. He doesn’t trust anyone with shit now,” Kate said harshly towards Pete.

“You’re lying. You know I can tell,” Pete said with a smile.

“Believe me or not. I really don’t give a shit what a backstabbing rat like you thinks,” Kate seethed as she pulled on the cuffs.

Kate’s anger was finally coming out, and was met with a harsh slap to the face by Trent. She wasn’t expecting it and was slightly in shock as she stood there silently. Her hair covering parts of her stinging face, blocking the amused looks by Tyler and Pete. Slightly worried at all of the feelings she had rushing through her body.

“I gave you a pass before, but you don’t speak to any of my men like that when you’re in my establishments. You got that?”

Kate raised her head and shook the hair out of her face. “Go fuck yourself.”

Trent’s smile faded and his eyes shifted to a dark grey. Just as swiftly as he had smacked her, his large hand shot out and wrapped itself easily around her throat, pushing her back against the wall. She gasped for a moment, trying to gather herself from what was happening.

“You told me not to speak to your men like that. You didn’t say anything about you,” Kate said with a smile, proud that even in the position she was in she managed to outsmart Trent. In front of said men no less.

“Oh you’re gonna have fun with this one boys,” Trent chuckled as his fingers stull held her neck. “Tyler, you’ve still got her purse? First check through it. Make copies of any keys you find. Then go through her phone. Pull out anything that looks important. Once you’re done that, feel free to help over here. Pete.”

Pete walked back over in front of Kate to stand next to his new boss. He pushed his long hair out of his face revealing a cocky smile seemingly permanently plastered onto it. Kate hadn’t seen him with his hair down much. Usually it was tied up during meetings and “errands” they did throughout the day. It was only late at night after a few drinks he ever really let it down and seemed to be himself. Here he seemed so much more relaxed and at ease, while equally as tough as before.

“Peter, you’ve never really be able to get, close to Kate, correct?” Trent asked with several pauses to imply a different meaning.

“Yup. Sheamus made sure no one touched his precious little protégé.”

“Well today’s your lucky day. Here’s your chance,” Trent roughly released the hold on Kate’s throat and turned to go back up the stairs. “You know what I need. I’m confident you two have this under control.”

“I’m not telling you anything,” She said once the door closed.

“Aw come on Katie. Don’t be so cold.”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” She spat at him.

“I don’t know why you’re being so resistant. You could just tell me what we need to know, and stay here with us. Join Trent. It’s much better than over there.”

“And just abandon Ridge like you did.”

“Ridge is your bodyguard. Not mine.”

“Sounds like someone is just jealous of our relationship.”

“Jealous, no. Just confused. I don’t understand what kind of hold Sheamus has on you.”

“Sheamus saved me. My family abandoned me when I was thirteen and he took me in when no one else would. He’s always been there.”

“Yeah, and then he exploited you for his own gain. You’re an adult now. You can leave him and go make a better life for yourself. One he can’t give you.”

“You might be a selfish asshole but I’m not turning my back on the only person that’s ever taken care of me.”

Kate stared him down while Tyler walked over to them while holding her phone. He grabbed his hand so he was able to get her fingerprint to unlock it.

“I wish everything could be that easy,”

“Put it down or I swear I will personally rip your balls off once Sheamus and Ridge are done with you.”

“She’s got a dirty mouth,” Tyler smirked as he walked back to another corner of the basement to hook the phone up to his laptop.

“You have no idea,” Pete replied as he grabbed her face. “I’ve heard worse stuff out of her than I have from Ridge when he’s drunk.”

“You’re wasting your time Peter. I’m not telling you anything.”

“We’ll see about that,” Peter stated confidently as his voice dropped.

His hand rested on her cheek, thumb tracing her bottom lip. Much more softly than how he had grabbed her. His slow movements along with the deeper voice were effecting her in ways that she really couldn’t be bothered to deal with right now. And that’s when everything clicked. She had shared a lot with Pete during the time they spent together. They bonded, or so she had thought. But earlier, the way he had pulled on her hair, he wasn’t just doing it to be a jerk. The way Trent slapped and choked her, he did it because Pete suggested it. The comments he kept making about Tyler watching her. The whole time she was with them he spent trying to get her worked up so she’d be ready for what they were going to do to her.

“I know what you’re doing Peter. It’s not gonna work.”

“Oh yeah?”

Pete’s other hand slipped under her dress and between her legs. Kate gasped slightly as his fingers slid through her folds. He seemed proud of himself for how wet she already was. Unfortunately for Kate, she wasn’t able to hide the fact that she was turned on, but she was well prepared for the unique kind of torture he was about to administer. She knew the mental dilemmas it was supposed to make her face. She knew what it was going to do to her physically. He was going to edge her until she begged. Play with her until she told him what they wanted to know. But that wasn’t going to happen. Kate could handle herself. And she was confident she could handle Pete. If she started to get desperate enough she could easily and believably lie giving them false information. She had seen this enough times to know how it worked, and at what point they would start to believe you. And by the time they realized it was no good, it would be too late. And that was their problem to deal with.

“Are you forgetting that I’m the one that used to give you tips on what to do to girls for this?” Kate reminded him before her eyes involuntarily fluttered shit as his fingers grazed over her clit.

Pete chuckled and used his knee to kick her legs a little farther apart. “Just shut the fuck up Katie and lets finally have some fun.”

Kate knew what to expect from Pete. Even though they had never been intimate before, she had seen him do this several times and knew his plan during it. Not to mention the countless times she’s heard him with his random hook-ups. So she was able to mentally plan for his next moves and control her reactions for the most part. But she didn’t expect his violent destructive fingers to feel so good as they circled over her clit. When Kate did open her eyes, she saw the faces he was making. She had never told him or anyone else, but she always found his angry snarl incredibly sexy. And there had been several times she got distracted while looking into his eyes. Seeing him bite his bottom lip while staring at her almost made her drop her guard completely. She had to remind herself the situation she was in and force herself to not move her hips into his touch. She knew that she should have more fight in her, but it had been a long time since she had been with anyone other than herself, she enjoyed it for a bit. She told herself it was okay as long as she didn’t give in to what they wanted. The electricity from his touch was flowing through her whole body. It didn’t take long for her breath to hitch and she started feeling that familiar sensation in her lower belly. She prepared herself for Pete to pull away, but he didn’t. He kept the steady motion and she came as her eyes slightly rolled back into her head. Pete either got caught up in the moment or misjudged her body cues. Either way she wasn’t complaining that he messed up. At least not yet.

His fingers continued playing with her clit, drawing out her pleasure. When her eyes opened again, he was still staring at her. He didn’t have the face of someone who just made a mistake or was worried. He actually still looked cocky. It wasn’t until the pleasure started to become too much and began feeling uncomfortable that she realized why. She tried to close her legs but Pete made sure to keep them open. She bit her lip to keep in the whimper that was trying to escape. It was already becoming too much but then Pete increased the speed and pressure of his fingers, teetering Kate on the line of pain and pleasure. It shortly switched to intense pleasure and she came again harder than before squirting all over his hand. Pete licked his lips as he leaned in closer to her.

“I always knew I’d be able to get you to make a mess if we got together,” He whispered before shoving two fingers inside of her making her gasp.

Kate wasn’t sure how much time had gone by before the door to the basement opened again. It had felt like hours even though she knew it hadn’t been. When Trent got to the bottom of the stairs he seemed pretty pleased with the sight before him. Her face was stained in tears, smearing her make up and causing it to run down her face. Her fists clenched and slightly reddened, nearly bruising from how she had been pulling on the cuffs. The top of her dress was still in tact, though her nipples were easily visible, almost poking through. The material scraping against them painful at this point rather than pleasurable. The skirt of her dress was hiked up around her hips as Pete was on his knees on the floor in front of her. Her one leg over his shoulder, fingers spreading apart her lips so he could suck on her clit bringing her closer to another painful orgasm. Hips pushed against the wall to steady her squirming. The yelps and cries falling from her mouth were music to his ears.

“Key copies are on the table over there boss,” Tyler greeted.

Trent nodded to him. “Did we get anything?”

“Second weekend in September is when they’re planning the ambush,” Tyler answered.

Trent made a face of approval. “Good. Did we get any names?”

“She mentioned Drew.”

“Of course she did. Drew and Sheamus have always been close I expected him. I was hoping for specific names from his crew.”

Trent and Tyler carrying on their conversation as if they were alone and Pete wasn’t right there lapping at her core while tears streamed down her face made Kate feel like even less of a person than she already had.

“I did find some things on her phone though about Gunther. Texts about trying to get a meeting with him, and some info about his group.”

“Ah, so he’s trying to wiggle his way into Gunther for support. That would take a lot of work. But now we can get to him first,” Trent commented as he rubbed his beard. “Good work. Any passcode information yet?”

“Still claims she doesn’t know ‘em.”

Trent nodded before turning around and placing his hand on Pete’s shoulder. “Pete’s been at this a while. What do you say we give him a break.”

Kate nodded eagerly as Pete leaned back wiping the wetness off his chin. Trent took a hold of her thigh that was on his shoulder while he sat back on a chair nearby crossing his arms. Trent stepped a bit closer to talk to Kate while he reached into the pocket of his blazer. Kate tried to take a much needed breath as a buzzing sound filled her ears. The powerful vibrator Trent was hiding in his pocket connected with her overly sensitive pussy caused her to throw her head back and scream. She tried to pull away from him, but he held her tightly.

“Not for you love. Not until you give me what I need.”

“I, I don’t, know anything. Please!” Kate cried.

“She’s lyin’,” Pete stated.

“No!”

“Yeah she is. Katie, you know I can tell when ya lie.”

“Fuck!” Kate yelled trying to move away from the vibrator.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Trent told her. “Tyler, are you ready for her?”

“Yeah I got a nice set up for her,” Tyler replied as he walked over to where they were gathered.

“Good,” Trent smirked as he slid the vibrator inside of her.

“Trent, please,” Kate begged.

“Do whatever you have to do to get it out of her.”

The look on Tyler’s face made Kate wish she had fought harder and ran away. There were times if anyone saw him on the street, he could look sweet and peaceful. But the way he was looking at her right now was sinister. Like she was prey he was finally able to get his hands on. He caressed her face lightly before trailing his fingers down her neck and to her breasts, using his nails to scratch over her nipple. Earlier she would have loved for someone to pay attention to them, but now it made her wince in pain. His hand traveled lower, pushing the still buzzing vibrator deeper inside her before playing with her clit. His fingers moved so soft and gentle it sent shivers through her body. Slow as if he wanted to make it not hurt anymore, wanted to make her enjoy it. Making her even more furious at herself. Using his free hand he took out the handcuff keys and dangled them from his finger while still playing with Kate with the other. Making her moan through her breaths.

“You know what? I don’t give a shit if you talk or not. The longer you hold back, the longer I get to play with you.”

#pete dunne #trent seven #tyler bate #moustache mountain #british strong style #pete dunne fic #trent seven fic #tyler bate fic #pete dunne fanfiction #trent seven fanfiction #tyler bate fanfiction

[alwritey-aphrodite]

A Cat Named Bee

Chapter 8 of You Are In Love

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: can you tell I like when cats do that nuzzling thing?

It seems strange to you how strange normal life feels. You always expect to hear your friends busy in the kitchen when you wake up, to see them first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Only after a week living together, it seems odd to be apart.

Although, you really aren’t apart all that often. You and Rose work the same shifts at Maz’s more often than not, and Finn, Poe, and Rey come in at least once a week. The five of you always get together on Fridays, whether that’s at someone’s apartment, The Resistance, or somewhere else altogether.

And, you’re always texting each other throughout the week, so not a day goes by that you don’t talk to them at least once. But it really isn’t the same as being around them all the time. You’d been worried that they’d get sick of you, but you all seem to feel the same way: the more time you spend together, the more you want to be together.

You just keep finding more and more things to love about your friends. Sure, they have some negative qualities, all people do, but all in all they’re the best people you’ve ever met, and you’re thankful for them every day.

Even when Rose springs it on you that she’ll be gone for an entire week, off to visit with her family out of state.

So, not only will you have to brave all of your shifts alone, you won’t get to see her or Rey for an entire week. You can’t even remember a time when you weren’t spending at least five hours of your day with Rose.

But you know how excited she is to see her family in person after so long, and how excited she is to bring Rey home. You can’t help but smile whenever she talks about it.

You promise, or threaten, to send her updates every hour, and she responds by saying she’ll block your number. Knowing her, she’d do it. So instead, you just tell her to have fun and tell you all about it when she comes home.

The morning shifts go by so much slower without Rose to keep you company, even when Finn and Poe stop in to talk during your slow times.

“Just the three of us, huh?” Poe says, leaning his elbows onto the counter while you finish making their drinks. You ignore the wink Finn sends to you.

“You should stop by The Resistance later, annoy us while we work as much as we annoy you,” Finn adds, taking his to-go cup from you after placing a generous tip into the jar.

“Maybe I’ll make an appearance,” you reply with a shrug of your shoulders, as if it’s probable that you’d have any conflicting plans.

“We’ll see you later!” Poe shouts on his way out the door, letting you tend to the customers who arrived during the mid-morning rush while he and Finn were distracting you.

You spend your afternoon lazing around your apartment, staring at half-finished paintings with a brush in your hand before giving up and settling on the couch with a book, hoping that you’ll magically receive infinite inspiration.

When that doesn’t happen, you make yourself dinner and send Finn and Poe a text, confirming that you’ll be at The Resistance later. When they text you back, they try to upstage each other on the number of exclamation points they can send. You just watch the messages light up your phone screen with a smile on your face.

A few hours later, when you arrive at The Resistance, you find yourself a spot near the corner of the bar, and settle in for the night.

“Usual?” Finn asks as he slides over to you, your drink already half made.

“What if I said no?” You ask, with a nod of your head to the drink he's already placed in front of you.

“I would have given it to a customer who appreciates me,” he responds, ignoring your eye roll and heading off to tend to more of the customers leaning against the bar.

You don’t see Poe until a little while later, but you don’t miss the way his eyes light up when he spots you after stepping out of the back office to help Finn behind the bar.

“Look who finally showed up,” he says in greeting as he steps behind the bar, working on refilling your empty glass.

“I got here on time, you should pay more attention,” you quip back, accepting your drink with a smile of thanks.

You spend most of the night by yourself, with Finn and Poe coming up to chat whenever they have some down time. It’s not until they’re practically closing that the three of you have a whole conversation, interrupted only by their shouts of goodbye to the customers heading home.

Once they’re all done cleaning up, you slip off your barstool and make your way towards the door, only to be stopped by both Finn and Poe.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Finn asks incredulously, pausing in his wiping of the bar top.

“Home?” You reply, but your confusion makes it seem like a question instead of a statement.

“Alone? Are you walking?” This time it’s Poe, organizing the space behind the bar that descended into chaos throughout the night.

“I was going to Uber.”

“By yourself? At one in the morning? No fucking way, Poe’ll drive you.”

You know they’re looking out for you, but you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Guys-“

“No arguing, Finn can finish up,” Poe already has his keys out and is shrugging on his coat, truly giving you no room to argue.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you buckle yourself in and Poe starts the car.

“It’s no problem, really,” he moves his hand off the gearshift, gently squeezing yours where it rests on your knee, and your body is full of sparks, “if you ever need anything, I’m always here.”

He says it with that signature smile that melts your insides to goo, so you only nod, even though he can’t see you. The rest of the ride is silent, in a comfortable way, only the gentle hum of the radio filling the car.

It’s over much too soon, and you linger a little too long outside of your building.

“Thanks again,” you say, leaning through the car door you’re still holding open, drawing out this interaction as much as possible.

“Like I said, not a problem.”

You’re turning and about to shut the door when you hear him clear his throat, so you turn back around and Poe looks like he’s about to say something. You raise an eyebrow in question, silently urging him on.

“Wanna get dinner tomorrow? Finn’s busy and it’s a Friday and that’s when we all do something together but everyone else is busy, so I thought-“

“That’s great,” you’re trying to play it cool, but you can feel your grin splitting your face apart, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

With that, you finally shut the door, and hope that he can’t see you silently celebrating as you walk up to your apartment.

Little do you know, he’s doing the same thing in his car.

As it turns out, the only thing Finn was busy doing was playing matchmaker. When you call him the next morning and ask what his plans are for the evening, you hear him chuckle to himself and immediately know he’s set this all up.

“You’re awful, did you know that?” You say through a smile, only making him laugh harder.

“You know you love me.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Let me know how everything goes.” He’s barely containing his laughter, he’s just so proud of himself.

“I’m never speaking to you again.” That makes him cackle through your phone speakers, and you hang up without another word, not yet deciding if you’re going to be upset at Finn for setting you up.

You spend the day as an anxious mess, and nothing works to distract you. To try painting, reading, watching TV, taking a nap, and no matter what you do, you always end up thinking about Poe and overthinking what it’s going to be like to spend the entire evening together.

It’s not like you think he’s going to be rude or anything, you’re worried if you’re going to be able to control yourself and not let loose all the feelings you’ve been containing for months now. You’re practically a bundle of nerves the entire time you’re getting ready, and during the walk to Poe’s apartment, and by the time you’re knocking on his door, you’re sure you’re going to pass out.

You manage to stay upright when Poe opens the door, a broad smile on his face and a towel thrown over his shoulder. There’s a smear of flour across his nose that makes you fight the urge to gently wipe it away, and have your hand linger on his cheek.

“C’mon in!” Poe steps back, letting you enter into his space, “I tried to clean it up, but it’s still a bit cluttered. And dinner is almost done.”

You toe off your shoes before stepping deeper into his apartment, taking in all of his decor and furnishings.

“Wow, a chef and a bartender, what can’t you do?”

“Juggle.”

You snort, and it’s an ugly sound, but Poe breaks out in a grin while you shake your head at his joke, and you’d make that noise a hundred times if it means you can see that expression light up his face.

He goes back to cooking, frantically stirring at something simmering on the stove, while you take a peek at his kitchen and living room, looking through the items he has on his bookshelves and end table, the pictures he has framed and hanging on the walls.

There are pictures of him with Finn in front of jets, looking baby faced and bright eyed. There are pictures with him, Rey, and Rose, laughing around a table with a board game set up. There’s a picture of the five of you from your lake trip, and you can’t help the smile that grows on your face.

He had pictures with a man who you assume is his father, with the same nose and dark brown eyes, spanning from his childhood to what looks like a few months ago, in front of a large tree. He has older, weathered photos, with a smiling woman with curly hair and a curly haired baby on her lap. There’s a photo with him and an older woman, a different woman, with her grey hair in an elaborate braid.

You want to ask, want to sit and listen to him rememinse on every moment from the pictures, but you’re not sure how he’d react. The last thing you want is for the two of you to start growing close, only for you to ruin it by prying into his past.

While you have your dilemma, an orange and white cat winds itself around your legs, nuzzling its head as it goes.

“Oh, you must be the famed Bee,” you say to the animal, crouching down to give him a good scratch between his ears, delighting in the way he purrs and rubs against your hand.

You stay in your crouched position, cooing to the cat as he flips onto the ground, allowing you to pet him and making happy little noises as you do. Poe, for just a moment, stands in the entryway to the living room, smiling as he hears you speaking softly to Bee.

“Be careful, or you’ll inflate his ego,” he finally says, suppressing a chuckle as you jump in surprise.

“He deserves it, he’s adorable,” you reply, standing up, much to the protest of Bee, who meows loudly in an attempt to get you to stay.

As much as it pains you to leave the cat, you follow Poe back into the kitchen, Bee trailing behind.

“What can I help with?” You ask as Bee winds his way between your legs again, trying to get the attention back on him.

“Nothing, it’s almost done.”

“Then can I help set the table?”

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’ sound. He truly is a headstrong, stubborn man.

So, you sit around and wait while Poe finishes up before plating the food and setting it on the table. It smells amazing, and you’re sure that it’s going to taste twice as good. Poe pours you a drink, and then you settle in at his cozy kitchen table.

You spend hours there, talking and talking about everything and nothing and all the things in between. You reminisce on your childhoods and cringe as you tell stories from high school and college, reliving your fondest memories.

You can’t remember a time in your life where you’ve talked with someone this much, where you don’t even realize the sky growing dark or the hours ticking by, you’re so enthralled with Poe and everything he had to say. Of course, he listens to you and your stories with just as much intensity, asking questions and humming along in all the right places.

At some point, you find yourself squished between him and the counter, helping him wash the dishes. He still insists that he wash and you dry, so he instructs you on where all of the dishes go. It feels intimate in an unexpected way, and it makes your heart thud against your ribs.

Though, you’re doing a much better job at keeping yourself together than you thought. You haven’t spilled your guts to the man yet, and it looks like you’re in the clear, as long as you remember how to breathe when he steps behind you to open up a cabinet and you can feel the warmth of his chest on your back, even through the layers of fabric that separate you.

It’s like he does it on purpose, acts all charming and lovely so you fall in love with him, and even though you know it’s not remotely true, that’s the only reason you can think of for why he’d torture you like this. Or, maybe, you’re being a bit dramatic and he’s just trying to put the dishes away.

Either way, he steps away all too soon, and you suddenly feel extremely cold without him pressed up against you.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” you blurt after a glance at the clock on his oven, worried you’d overstayed your welcome by about three hours.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he responds, looking confused until you jerk your heads towards the time flashing on his oven, nodding along as realization dawns across his face. “Well, now I’m sorry for keeping you here so late.”

It’s delivered with one of those classic Poe Dameron smiles that makes you weak in the knees, and you’re lucky you’ve got the sink at your back to support you.

“Alright, let me grab my keys,” he says, leaving no room for discussion as he turns away, heading towards his bedroom.

You shake your head, even though he can’t see you, and crouch down to give Bee some goodbye scratches. When you stand, he gently headbutts your leg, and your heart bursts at this adorable little animal. You see why Poe loves him so much.

When Poe comes back into the kitchen, you head towards his door and slip your shoes back on, waiting as he does the same. The two of you talk quietly as you make your way to his car, mindful of the late hour.

The conversation dies off into a comfortable type of quiet after Poe starts driving, and you almost think you could fall asleep like this, feeling warm and happy and safe. But, then Poe starts to talk, so you put off your nap for now.

“I’d let you watch him, next time I go out of town if you want.”

It seems random, out of the blue, but it makes your throat close up all the same. You remember the jokes about just how much Poe loved his cat, how he wouldn’t let anyone but Finn, Rey, or Rose pet sit for him.

You think you grasp his meaning, despite how well he thinks he’s hidden it.

“You’d trust me with your best friend?” Your voice is teasing, and your chest warms at the smile that graces his features.

“‘Course I would.” He’s pulling up to your building now, and you’d give anything to live in this moment for a little while longer. “Though he’s more of a handful than he seems.”

“Like you?” You ask, unbuckling and getting ready to bolt.

“Just like me.”

“No one’s just like you, Poe.” You say, voice going soft and tentative, “You’re one of a kind.”

You hope he grasps the meaning behind your words, while simultaneously praying he doesn’t.

“Goodnight, Poe.” You decide that no answer is better, so you hurry out and shut the car door without looking back at him, trying to walk to your apartment as calmly as possible, even though you’re rioting on the inside.

Your heart doesn’t stop pounding until you're laying in your bed, running through the night in your mind over and over, analyzing every single thing you’ve said. You aren’t sure how, but at some point, you fall asleep, still ruminating over every moment you’ve spent with Poe.

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[in-my-shifting-era]

Some Days Are Harder Then Others

Eddie Munson (Angst that ends with lots of Fluff)

Warning: talk of the death of a parent and grief. Some mature language.

Summery: Reader is having a hard time with some personal issues and is canceling plans with Eddie and he wants to get to the bottom of why that is.

Authors Note: As someone who has experienced parent loss this is a bit self indulgent.Also my messages are open to anyone who has lost a loved one and needs someone to talk to. I may have cried writing this so be warned.

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Grief is a bitch, that’s the easiest way to put it. They say it gets easier with time but after 7 years the wound still bleeds. Losing a parent at age 11 make’s grieving complicated and isolating. The loss becomes part of who you are and that means sharing the news with new friends and even partners that come into your life.

Eddie knew about your father’s passing from when it happened in middle school. Word traveled fast after administration was told and you where absent from school for 2 weeks only returning after the funeral service. He was one of the few kids that didn’t walk on egg shells around you when you came back.

You sat alone at lunch on your first day back. Eddie invited himself and sat with you. He immediately talked your ear off about the cool new pin you were wearing on your backpack. The pin belonged to your dad. It was from some band he liked and wore on a hat. Now it was one of the few things you had to remember him by. Eddie made a day that was destined to be hard and uncomfortable a day you met your best friend.

Eddie always let you grieve freely, he encouraged it actually. He’d ask you to tell him stories of your late father and he even gave you flowers on the anniversary of his death every year for you to put on his grave. You slowly fell for the metal head in your years of friendship leading up to a relationship your senior year.

Eddie likes to claim he repeated his senior year three times just so he could graduate with you. Now that you are finally graduating Eddie has stepped up his academic efforts to have at least a solid “C” in each class to pass. You study with him most nights and actually get him to do his homework with lots of breaks for cuddles and snacks.

So when you canceled your usual celebratory ice cream date for passing your math test on Wednesday with Eddie due to a headache he wasn’t hurt just concerned. Then you told him you had to watch your neighbors kid after school Thursday he was bummed but let it slide. His final straw was when you didn’t show up to school at all on Friday. He knew something was up and he was going to find out just what it was.

He completely ditched school after first period when he learned you had never shown up to class from Gareth. All the awful scenarios plagued his brain as to what could be happening with you. Did your car break down?Where you sick? Did you wanna break up with him and where avoiding him at all costs?

His mind raced until he made it to your house and seeing your moms car in the drive way. He put his van in park and practically ran to your front door knocking a little too eagerly. Your mom opened the door quickly and smiled softly when she saw Eddie with a worried expression on his face. He gave her a polite smile before he spoke. “Hello Miss y/ln, is y/n home? She never came to school today.”

Your mom actually really liked Eddie. Even before he was officially your boyfriend she always thought he was so polite and sweet. “Hi Eddie. She did stay home. She’s been having a rough few days and I told her to take a day off. She didn’t tell you she wouldn’t be coming in? You two are joined at the hip I figured you already knew.”

Eddie frowned at the thought of you not telling him something was wrong. Your mother caught on to this and spoke again. “She tells you everything doesn’t she? I actually had to pry this one out of her myself. She’s been missing her dad a lot lately. I think the thought of graduating without him around has finally sunk in.”

Eddie’s heart felt like it had completely shattered hearing that. He gave your mom a soft smile as he rocked on his feet gently. “I think I know where to find her now. Thank you.” She sent him off with a knowing nod and smile. She watched as Eddie walked back to his van and started on his way to find you.

Hawkins cemetery was a few miles from your house. Not an easy walk so he figured you drove. He was proven right when he could see your car from the entrance of the cemetery. He parks his car just outside the gate and walks in knowing how to get to your father’s grave from visiting with you before.

You sat by the grave marked with your father’s name. Tears stain your cheeks as you pick at grass that surrounds the garnet stone. “Graduating should be exciting right? All the bull shit of high school is almost over and all I can think about is that you won’t be in the crowd watching me walk across that stage. Ready to give me flowers like you always did when I accomplished something.” You wipe another fallen tear as you bring your knees to your chest.

Eddie finally makes it to where your sat, your shaky voice now clear as he approaches you. He goes to announce his presence but stops when you softly continue your talk. “Eddie’s going to be with me though. I know you never got to meet him but I think you’d really like him Dad. He makes me really happy and he treats me like a gentleman. Just like you always told me I deserve.”

A wide smile quickly finds its way to Eddie’edds face as he hears you talk about him to your father. He knows you like to catch him up on all the things going on, good and bad. His heart sores knowing he is something good in your life. Eddie steps closer and his feet meeting the grass close to where you’re sat. “Mr y/ln, I’ll do everything I can to get her those flowers for walking across that stage. She deserves it, for getting me there too.”

You look behind you quickly recognizing Eddie’s voice immediately. Seeing him makes all the confusing emotions flood over and your eyes fill with tears. “Eds .” You’re quickly enveloped in a huge as Eddie joins you where you’re sat in the grass letting you cry into his shoulder. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your time with him.” Eddie rubs your back gently as he speaks knowing how it calms you down.

You shake your head again his shoulder and attempt to steady your shaking breathing. “You’re not interrupting. I’m sorry I disappeared lately.” Eddie pulls you back a bit, only enough to be able to wipe your fallen tears. “You don’t have to apologize for anything princess. You are aloud to feel your emotions however you see fit. Just know I’ll be here for you. Even when the ugly grief clouds cast over head.”

You give your boyfriend a small smile and a nod laying your head against his chest gently. “I’m pretty sure you heard what I said about you to him. I ment it. He would have really liked you Eddie.” You take his calloused hand into yours and play with his rings gently. Something that has always soothed you.  Eddie pulls you closer to his chest. “I still aim for his approval you know. He may not be here to scare me straight into treating his daughter right but I still do everything I can to be a man he’d be happy to have stolen his daughters heart.”

You pull back gently and cup Eddie’s face with your hands and smile widely up at him. “ I don’t know how I get so lucky to find a guy like Eddie Munson but I’m not letting you go. Got it.” Before Eddie can even respond your crash your lips into his. He kisses you back instantly and pulls away after a short moment. “I’m not going anywhere princess. You’re kinda stuck with me.” Eddie tightens his grip around you gently and kisses all over your face making you giggle loudly.

Once he stops he lets you catch your breath and he smiles down at you. “I heard something about getting you flowers at graduation? Do I get a bouquet for myself as well?” You roll your eyes playfully at his comment and lay against him as you talk about graduation and make plans for what will happen that day. Your dad being involved in every step of the way.

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Gotta Ask- Mayzuke oneshot

Summary: Mayday spends weeks planning a special date with Zuke. The question is- What's the occasion?

Under the cut!

"Remember Zuke! It's in two weeks!" 

"Yeah, Friday, right?"

Mayday nodded with a big smile on her face as Zuke checked the calendar, specifically the day Mayday circled in red and drew a smiley on. It didn't say anything other than "6pm".

"Sooo are you gonna tell me what we're doing that day, or…?" 

Mayday pressed her index finger on his lips, subsequently shushing him. 

She shook her head, still smiling.

"Nope! It's a surprise!"

...

Zuke had no idea what to expect. Anytime Mayday had a "surprise", she meant it. They've been together for years and somehow she still found new ways to catch him off guard. In a good way, usually. It was one of the things he loved about her, honestly.

He liked to think he was a patient man, but this "surprise" did have him a bit on edge. Not because he was afraid for himself, or because he didn't trust May, it was just… he wasn't sure.

May had been acting weird lately. It was almost like she was worried about this thing she planned more than he was. She was determined not to let him know anything. 

Zuke lost track of how many times he walked in while she was on the phone with someone, only for her to abruptly end the call as soon as she noticed him. Or for her to hide something from his line of sight just before he could make out what it was.

She was away from home more often than not, coming home late at night, leaving early in the morning.

Yes, morning. Mayday. Waking up and leaving the house at 5am. Willingly.

Zuke didn't even know that was possible. Before this, she always woke up at, like, 11am. Mayday wasn't a morning person. 

Until now, apparently.

It was starting to freak him out a bit. 

It was worrying to see her so.. Stressed. 

To see her stressing herself out, and absolutely forbidding Zuke to help out. Even a little bit.

Once again, he was home alone. Well, maybe not entirely alone, Ellie was there, after all. But he was still worried.

The alligator was laying her head on his lap, the both of them on the couch. 

He scratched Ellie's scaly head, earning a purring-like sound from the happy reptile. 

"May's been out a lot lately, huh? Wonder what she's doing."

He spoke to the alligator, which only huffed in reply, clearly not caring about anything that wasn't related to being petted at the moment. 

He was pulled from his thoughts as he heard the familiar sound of Mayday's phone ringing and buzzing.

What the-? She… left it here? She must have forgotten it.

He gently pushed Ellie away, the alligator made her displeasure known with various loud huffs.

"Yeah yeah, I know Ellie, but I gotta get up. Sorry girl." He murmured sweetly. Ellie already lost interest and retreated to her room in the sewer.

 Zuke stood up and stretched, multiple joints popping from not having moved in a while.

He followed the sound of Mayday's ringtone to the kitchen, finding it resting on the counter. She probably forgot it when she ran out in a hurry that morning.

He thought about just letting it ring, as it probably wasn't his business, until he saw who was calling.

The contact read "DK West".

He couldn't help but tense up at that.

West? 

West?? 

Why was his brother calling Mayday of all people?? 

Sure, he and his bro were on better terms now, and Mayday got along a little bit with him, but as far as he was aware, the two rarely talked. Especially when he wasn't there.

The phone stopped ringing, timed out at the lack of response. 

Ok. Sure. West calling May was a bit weird, but it was probably nothing too important.

Zuke shrugged.

Just as he turned away to walk back to the couch, the phone rang again.

Once again, it was West.

Okay. Now he had to know what was going on. 

Zuke picked up May's phone, tapping the green icon to answer and holding it to his ear.

"Iah! Missy! Where you been? Why you no answer my texts, eh? You still want the-" 

"West?" Zuke interjected a little too quickly. 

There was a gasp on the other side.

"Z-Zukey! Brotha! What eh.. Why do you have little Missy's phone?" West sounded nervous, clearly caught off guard by Zuke answering the phone.

"She left it here at home. Why?" Did West know where May was running off to?

"O-Oh! Don't worry about that! It's nothing. Later Zukey!" 

"Wait, West-!"

*click*

"Aaaannd, he hung up. Great."

Zuke was a little tempted to check May's texts to see what West was referring to, but decided that would be too much of a breach of privacy. Not to mention, she recently changed her phone's password lock, so even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

He sighed.

Guess he just had to wait until May came home.

…

Zuke stirred awake from his nap as a familiar scraping noise reached his ears. He sat up on the couch, realizing he dozed off while watching TV. He could hear the manhole cover above him being opened and closed, and he heard someone coming down the ladder.

Looking behind him, sure enough, it was May. He glanced at the clock, 9:00 p.m. at least she was home earlier this time.

"Hey May."

She jolted when she heard her partner's voice call her name, but quickly recovered.

He couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart seeing her be startled by him. 

"Hey there Zuke! Just a sec!"

She bolted past him, closing the door to their shared bedroom behind her. Zuke tapped his foot patiently.

A few minutes later, she emerged, dressed in comfy clothes.

She plopped down on the couch next to Zuke. A tired huff escaping her lips.

Seeing her up close, Zuke's chest tightened at her condition.

Bags under her eyes, red face, like she'd been running outside all day. Her hair was barely held up in its usual braids and ponytails, the majority of her golden locks sticking out every which way.

Zuke gently put a hand on her shoulder, she gazed at him with tired, half-lidded eyes.

"May… please. I know you're putting your all into… whatever. But try to slow down a bit, okay? You're running yourself ragged."

He pleaded gently, wrapping his arms around her.

She yawned.

"M'fine Zuke.. 'S all done.." She mumbled into his neck. "Mmm… sleepy.." She murmured almost inaudibly as she started drifting off. 

Zuke let her stay there. He gathered her in his arms, and laid back with her on the couch. She snuggled into him, laying her head on his chest. It didn't take long for her to start snoring. 

He rubbed her back. He had so many questions, but.. He'd wait for her. She clearly needed this.

…

As the days went by, May seemed… anxious, to say the least. But she still wouldn't tell Zuke anything.

Just two more days.

…

The days came and went. The day Mayday had planned was here.

To start, she dressed up a bit more than usual. Not super fancy, but still a little more formal than her usual style.

Zuke couldn't lie, she looked lovely.

She wore a red dress that reached just above her knees, a black leather jacket, and sneakers. Because she'd "rather die than wear heels". As she's said in the past.

He also noted that she had her guitar at the ready. The one Tatiana gave her. He brought his drumsticks just in case.

Seeing May dressed up made Zuke feel the need to do so as well. It was hard to decide what to wear since he still didn't know where they were going, but he tried anyway.

He settled on wearing a button up shirt, a black jacket, and wore his nicer pair of black pants and shoes. 

May led him to the Ellicopter pad. They both got in the vehicle, and May cheerily yelled out to Ellie. 

"Okay girl! You know where to go!"

The blades of the copter whirred to life, and they lifted off the ground, flying over the beautiful neon lights of Vinyl City.

Zuke watched the ground below. Still wondering where they were going.

They flew a bit outside of town, and he noticed that they were approaching the beach. The evening Sky lit up in Hues of pink and orange and dark blue. The scene before them became more clear as they got closer.

It looked like a venue of sorts. 

Soon they landed a bit away from the scene, but it didn't take long to walk towards it. Stepping onto the beach, he could finally get a good look at everything.

To put it simply, he was in awe.

Tables set up with decorated candles, string lights hanging along the palm trees, a show stage with spotlights was set up, ready to use. There were little food carts and grills off to the side, emitting quite frankly delicious Aromas.

Strewn about the scene where statuettes that he usually recognized were made by Eve. Many of them had a sort of ocean and heart theme. 

There were quite a few people here as well. But he realized that the majority of them were people he and May knew.

Yinu and her mother were on the stage, piano at the ready. Eve was seated by Tatiana at a table, she appeared to be sketching something or other while they talked. Sayu's team were chatting by the food carts.

And, to his surprise, even West was there.

Speaking of, his brother quickly noticed them, and yelled out to gain the attention of everyone at the gathering. 

He bounded up to the two of them, while the others seemed to scatter to do various tasks.

"Ewah! Zuke! Missy!" He slung an arm around each of them. "Glad to finally have you two here! So, Zuke, what do you think?"

Zuke paused, still amazed at the sight before him.

"This is… amazing." He breathed.

West beamed.

"Well you have the little missy here to thank for it. Was her idea, after all."

He let go of the two, allowing them to focus on one another.

"May.. Is this what you were working on?" She smiled and nodded.

"I had help, but yeah!"

Her orange skin seemed to glow under the string lights and her pink eyes beamed at him, elated.

"There's more, but first, let's grab some grub!" She cheered, grasping his wrist and pulling him towards the various foods available. After they both got a plate of food, they sat across from each other at a table to eat.

"Mayday, this is… thank you so much, but what's the occasion? You went all out on this."

She averted her gaze, red dusting her cheeks. "I'll explain later. Promise." 

Zuke nodded.

They spent some time eating, but it didn't take long for Yinu to start playing songs on her piano. Music elevating the mood even more, May stood and walked around the table, until she was within arms reach of Zuke.

She extended a hand to him.

"At the risk of sounding super cheesy, wanna dance with me?"

Zuke couldn't help but laugh a bit, but he took her hand nonetheless.

"Sure, if you promise not to throw me into a table again." 

May responded by swiftly elbowing him in the side and pouting as she responded with "Hey! That only happened once!" Which only made him chuckle at her antics.

He put one hand on her shoulder, and held the other. May used her free hand to hold his waist. 

He followed her lead as they stepped in various directions, she spun him every now and then.

He looked around and saw a few others dancing too. Nadia was doing one of her graceful interpretative dances to the piano tunes. West appeared to be trying to join her, and failing, much to Zuke's amusement. (Yeah, they were on good terms, but that doesn't mean that he couldn't laugh at West embarrassing himself. Besides, West should know that flirting with Nadia wasn't going to work.) 

He snorted when Nadia elegantly spun and kicked West resulting in him falling on his ass. 

May raised a brow at him, "What are you laughing at?" She quizzed. 

Zuke leaned in to whisper into her ear, "Turn around." He chuckled. 

May, curious, guided their dance until they swapped places. Now able to see what Zuke had been. 

She snickered when she saw DK West attempting to imitate Eve's movements, her ears perked up when Zuke whispered again. "Wait for it.." He murmured.

She kept her eyes on DK and Eve, after noticing Eve getting progressively more annoyed at DK's antics.

Eve glared intently at DK as he continued to (poorly) copy her.

Then suddenly, she swept his leg and he fell with a loud -THUMP- and she sauntered off. 

May howled in laughter. She buried her face into Zuke's chest to muffle the sound of her laughing and occasionally snorting. He could feel the vibrations of her laughter reverberate through his chest. Like her joy was being poured into him.

Eventually she freed herself from Zuke's torso. 

They put their foreheads together, smiling softly as their eyes met. Their dance slowed as the rhythm of Yinu's song slowed.

Now that they were moving at a more leisurely pace, Zuke focused on Mayday.

Her eyes were closed, temporarily concealing her pink flower-like pupils. The string lights above and around them gently bathed her in a warm glow. 

Then she opened her eyes, her beautiful, warm eyes, and smiled. 

1010 was right, her smile truly was radiant, and could leave almost anyone stifled. 

"I can't believe we're actually doing this." May laughed.

Zuke, too, started chuckling. "I know. Never thought you'd be the type to take me slow dancing."

Mayday spun him, then they returned to their previous dance. "Yeah, well, it's a special occasion." She playfully shrugged.

Zuke raised a brow at this, a smile plastered on his face. "Still building up the suspense, huh?" 

Suddenly, she yanked him at an angle, and before he knew it, she dipped him. 

Her face so close to his, her arm keeping him from falling, hell, the smirk and the mischievous look in her eyes, all made Zuke flush. His face a deep shade of blue as he looked up at her wide-eyed.

"You bet!" She winked.

...

They danced for a little bit longer, but eventually had to stop as Zuke's legs started acting up. Sharp stabbing pains shot through his leg muscles. Damn legs always failed him at the worst times.

Before his legs could give out entirely, May helped him sit at a table and made sure he was ok. When he reassured her that he was fine, and had his medication at hand, she smiled and stood tall.

She turned to face the stage, made eye contact with Yinu and her mother, and nodded.

Was that a signal?

"Stay here, okay? I'll be back." She instructed, distracting Zuke from thinking about it further.

She smiled at him, but her smile had… changed. Zuke wasn't sure, but she suddenly seemed kinda… nervous?  

Once again, a distraction appeared to prevent him thinking about it.

He felt the weight of the table bench shift slightly, he turned to see a familiar pink and white face.

"Hey Nadia." 

"Hello Zuke."

Though she wasn't smiling, he could tell she was glad to see him. He was glad to see her too.

She eyed him. Her green perceptive eyes scanned him top to bottom. 

"Are your legs pestering you again?"

He sighed and nodded in defeat. 

"Yeah, it sucks. I was actually enjoying dancing too."

She hummed.

"Do you need anything?"

"Would you grab some water for me?" She nodded and retrieved a glass of icy water.

He took his pills and washed them down with the cold drink. Good thing he didn't leave them at home.

"Thanks Nadia." He smiled gently. She only nodded.

A pause hung over them briefly. 

"I noticed your sculptures, they're nicely done. I haven't seen you do anything nautical themed in a while."

"Yes.. The pedest- er, Mayday, requested them. She did.. attempt to help make a few with me, however… that proved to be.. Not very helpful." Nadia's face twisted into a frown.

Zuke chuckled. He could imagine May probably breaking some sculptures while trying to help. She tended to be a magnet for chaos, if not the cause of it.

"It was… kind of her to try, at least." Nadia hesitantly added. Clearly she still had trouble getting along with Mayday, but she was making the effort.

Zuke chuckled. "Yeah, that sounds like May. Speaking of.." He glanced around. Still no sign of her.

"Do you know what's going on with her? It's not like I don't appreciate all of this or anything, but she's been acting… off. Jumpy. It's like she's nervous, or something."

"She's fine." Nadia almost snapped, her response so quick and certain Zuke was stunned into silence.

Nadia sighed, and put a hand on Zuke's shoulder. "She is fine, I assure you. Just… try to enjoy yourself. It's what she wanted for you. Don't let all of this," she vaguely gestured at the environment around them, "go to waste."

Zuke sighed, "Yeah, you're right. I just worry about her."

"Of course," Nadia reaffirmed. 

Before they could change the subject, the stage's speakers rang with Mayday's voice.

"Hey everyone! It's time!" She exclaimed.

As if it was practiced, the other guests took their seats at a table of their choice, and Nadia moved to sit with Tatiana.

Which left Zuke alone at his table.

Looking back towards the stage, Mayday adjusted the microphone stand, as Yinu prepared her piano behind May.

She scanned the area, and her eyes locked on Zuke. Her face lit up, and she pointed at him.

"Zuke! This is for you!" She proclaimed.

His eyes widened, and a blue blush tinged his green cheeks.

May looked back at Yinu, the girls nodded to each other, and their song began.

Rock and classical mix in an elegant energy as May's guitar strums along with Yinu's piano. A combo Zuke never expected from his partner, moved him so quickly, yet so gently.

The music swayed him into a trance, all else faded, it was just him, the music, and May..

Flourishes of warm orange, gold and pink.

The beat swelled up and dropped down, he closed his eyes, taking in the high energy harmony. A mix of familiar and new.

Mayday's radiant energy and warmth, but also her softness. 

It soared above all else, carrying him with it. The guitar got louder and louder. He could feel the song was going to end soon, doing one last swing up. Louder.

He creases his brow, it sounded closer. He opened his eyes to see May playing Kul Fyra's guitar right in front of him. 

The music elegantly dropped and faded out. Quiet pulled over. 

May smiled at Zuke as he gazed at her in awe. Her smile was gentle, loving.

"Zuke.." She slung the guitar by its strap to rest it on her back. She stood directly in front of him, leaning forward slightly.

She gently took his hands in hers. Her flower-like eyes locked with his ruby ones. Her warmth seeped into Zuke's skin. "You have been… the best partner I could ever ask for. You're calm and cool, but also passionate and smart. You stood by my side, even when no one else did, you forgave me when I didn't forgive myself.."

He felt her squeeze his hands, his eyes still wide. Her voice wavered.

"You never made fun of me when I did something strange or silly. You understand my love of rock better than anyone. I learn so much when I'm with you.. I.." She took a breath, "I love you so much, Zuke.."

"I love waking up with you, I love playing music with you, I love doing shows and hearing you drum away.. I want to do this with you for the rest of my life. My life is just… better when you're in it."

She took a deep, shaky breath. Her hands pulled away from his. He almost reached for her with his eyes welling up, but he stopped himself. Barely.

"Zuke.."

She reached into her jacket pocket, and slowly got down on one knee.

Zuke's breath caught hard in his throat, and he held a closed fist to his mouth. His vision blurred a little.

Mayday pulled out a small box, holding it delicately in her hands, and looked back up at Zuke, her own eyes welling up.

She opened the box, revealing a ring. A clean silver band with an emerald centered on top, and two smaller rubies on each side of the emerald. 

"Zuke.. Will you marry me? Be my bandmate for life?"

Zuke's eyes flooded with tears, he was unable to hold them back. Overrun by sheer joy, he nodded. 

"Yes!"

Mayday beamed. "Y-you will!?"

Zuke lunged forward, practically tackling her to the ground in a hug.

"Yes! I'd love to!" 

Mayday and Zuke wrapped their arms around each other, and their lips met, both shedding tears.

"I love you."

#nsr #nsr mayday #nsr zuke #nsr tatiana #nsr eve #nsr dk west #nsr sayu #nsr ellie #mayday x zuke #zuke x mayday #mayzuke #zukemay #gotta ask #oneshot #fluff

[dottores]

AHHHHHHHH screamed and sobbed into my pillow when I came home to read the new chapter of Heliotropes. I fought every inner demon afterwards I’m not even gonna lie to you.

I’m the commenter from ao3 of the color purple, and I saw your response to my comment and cried even harder bro. I know it’s only been four chapters (and a segment data page!), but I’m already so attached. The ending of the new chapter hand me audibly going “no nO NOOO”. Arggggg darn you, your angsty ideas, and how well you execute them.

I’m so happy that I was right about how much Dottore has influenced her, even more than we had been originally lead to believe. However all your hints of future fights has me sweating in my seat, but excited nonetheless!! It’s interesting for me to think about how sneaky Ms. Purple must have become over the years. Being a good secret keeper and staying under the radar must be hard, and she’s definitely learned a thing or two, I’m sure.

Seeing how conflicted Ms. Purple is with her family is so interesting, especially since we already know that Dottore probably wouldn’t care for her family no matter how wonderful they are. I love him, but I fear he might take advantage of her distance from them by making it worse or manipulating the situation. She cares for them, and you can’t just stop loving someone, even if they hurt you again and again. This is something I doubt Dottore would be able to understand, since emotions aren’t something he can typically rationalize.

ALSO IM SO HLAD YOU DIDNT MAKE MS. PURPLE A COOKIE CUTTER THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I’m so happy you’ve become invested in this fic, as I can see just how much it’s helping you explore both yourself and your talents.

When I went back to reread The Color Purple again, I realized how close Delta and Iota must be to her. On top of that, Dottore had already threatened to send Theata to work with Delta. I was thinking about how funny that was, as those three would be the most problematic for Dottore if they found his (their? Technically) soulmate first.

Also I already suspected Brighella of something bad, BUT NOW IM THOROUGHLY CONVINCED HES THE SPY. Which would be so SO bad for arlecchino since she brought him in (yikes).

All of this is making me wonder about possibilities and routes. I’m curious to find out what Ms. Purple will do to earn Dottore’s respect, because even if he does care about her as she’s his soulmate, that doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t really want her there. The plot thickens.

NO WORRIES ABOUT THE COMMENT BTW!! I’m surprised you even responded, it really made my day <33 Your work inspires me, and I’ll never shut up about how great you are in expressing exactly what the characters are feeling or doing without losing the audience’s focus. I’ve yet to read any of your stories and feel uninterested, even on characters I don’t particularly care for. Thank you so much for your time and efforts, I promise you me and hundreds of others are always thrilled to see that you’ve updated.

Best of luck on your future works!!

STOPPPPP YOURE THE AO3 COMMENTER ????? I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH WHAT YOUR COMMENT STRAIGHT UP MADE ME CRY SEVERAL TIMES IT WAS THE SWEETEST THING EVER. YOURE SO BELOVED TO ME, LET ME SMOOCH YOUR FOREHEAD SOBSSSS

ok hehe rest below the cut

GDJHSDHJSJDHSH i actually wasn’t going to end the chapter with that, bc i usually like leaving it at 4 scenes BUT I HAD THE IDEA AND COULDNT LET IT SLIP BY HAHAHAHHA it would be just his luck to get THAT as his word right after all that LMAOOO and yk damn well he’s gonna take it the wrong way

🤭🤭🤭 the sneakiness and having to hide it is something else that it’s gonna be explored more in chapter 5 & 6. i just planned chapter 5 and i’m gonna start writing it friday i’m rlly excited for it, i think it’s the chapter i’m most excited for thus far.

the conflict between her and dottore when it comes to family is gonna be a BIG ONE, djsjdjjsjd i actually literally changed the whole original fic at chapter 2 to center around this conflict. without too much spoilers, i got the idea from the tik tok audio that goes “if i betray you, i betray myself. but if i betray them, i betray my country. my country is very dear to me.” “dearer than i?” “no, not dearer than you” HAHAHHAHA i’m rlly excited to get to that point too

DELTA AND IOTA WERE LITERALLY A TOWN OR TWO OVER FROM HER BEFORE SHE LEFT TO LIVE IN THE CITY. when iota finds out, he cries LMAO. if they had found her first, it would be the end of all things for dottore LMAOO he would be miserable 💀💀💀 the only thing that would’ve made it worse if gamma was there too. he hasn’t been introduced in the fic yet.

SOBS ILYSM 🥹🥹🥹🥹 that rlly might’ve been the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me i’m quite literally about to cry, i wish i could give you the biggest hug. i love asks and comments, theyve deadass been what’s pulled me out of writers block like dozens of times. i think i told you in the ao3 comment but ur comment there saved my ass like three times HAHAH. i showed my bf and i was like “if i ever start complaining about being stuck, send me this” and he DID and it worked like a charm every time LMAO. i always try to respond but sometimes it just takes me half an eternity because i’m swamped with work and drained SOBS. so i’m sorry if it ever feels like i’m not responding bc i promise i try to get to it at a decent time but i just get so overwhelmed and then i crash for a few days.

#— asks #series: heliotropes

[evakuality]

4 years of Druck s3 - week 6

Things of note in this episode:

1.  As always, this clip is always the one that gets to me this week.  It’s partly the song which plays over the entire thing because I love it so much, but partly also it’s a moment where things seem to turn from the sadness of the earlier parts of the week into something more hopeful.  Even when Matteo was making connections, there was a melancholy in him.  But once he fixes his phone and re-engages with the world, it’s a turning point and I love it.  I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it’s when Matteo manages to reconnect with his life via his phone that he gets this small sign from David.  This is just that moment in the week when I’m able to let my breath out and it’s such a relief.  

Which is good and necessary because we start out with these parts:

2.  He’s just so lost at the start of the episode and so actively pushing everyone away.  He’s so deep in this hole that it feels like so much more than just a few days between Matteo’s world crashing down and the relief of that Thursday clip.  Part of that is because there was such a gap between Friday and the clip where he’s festering in his bedroom, but a lot is to do with how much his state of mind is sold here.  The acting is, as usual, so very good.

3.  Can we talk about Amira for a moment - she’s such an interesting character.  Here she comes across as a bit harsh.  Of course, that’s partly because we see this from Matteo’s PoV.  He’s so down and we know why so we sympathise with him.  But she’s so justified in her actions.  They made a plan to meet up (and ok he didn’t get her reminder because his phone was shattered but he did agree to the original plan), he has clearly been smoking heavily and is completely absent from the conversation, he’s done no work and she’s only doing all this to try to help him.  Of course, from her side it looks bad.  Plus, she’s heard about Sara and how messed up she is, and to Amira, this looks like Matteo just not taking things seriously and even brushing them off.  But she’s a genuinely kind person and so when she is part of the (horrifically awful, but I won’t go into that again) series of chats casually discussing Matteo’s sexuality and outing him, she shows that she gets where his head is at and goes from ‘he’s a shitty slacker’ to ‘oh, poor thing’ - one thing I love is that she is shown to be someone who can reevaluate her actions and reconsider.  And of course, this allows the lead in to the discussion they have at the cafe and the reconciliation.

4.  Of course, we also have the other small moments of connection that lead Matteo toward a better, more considered look at himself:

From Hanna’s gentle reminder that a) she doesn’t hate him (something he really needed to hear) and b) that she’s in something of the same boat (not knowing where her life is going), through his dealer’s suggestion that actually we need people and isolating ourselves is unproductive to Jonas’s really beautiful acceptance of him - we get a progression to a place where Matteo can feel happy (or happy-ish - we see that he is not quite all there through the next few episodes).  I want to talk a little more about Jonas here.  We saw in the ‘throwing the boys out’ clip that he’s worried about Matteo but also that there’s no point in trying to push him further.  So he puts the ball into Matteo’s court and allows him to come to him when he’s ready.  And when he is ready, Jonas does two things - he talks about his own experiences after Hanna and what helped him, and he quietly allows Matteo to open up to him.  He is such a good friend to Matteo and I just really love what they did with this scene.  It’s subtly different from the original in a way that makes sense for Matteo and which allows him to reflect and start to take some of this on board as we go into the next episode.

This really is an episode of two halves and I’m grateful that we got the resolution to the very rough start in the same episode because boy was it difficult to live through in real time.

#druck #og druck #anniversary rewatch

[sillylittlegay]

CoD Short story; AleRudy Café AU Part 5

Early in the morning Alejandro got up. He started his day like he normally would, the only differences being him slightly stumbling over Rudy's shoes that were in the way and him putting out a bit of breakfast for the other. He knew he said he wouldn't, but who was there to stop him from making his Best friend breakfast? Soon later he headed out.

Roach had the keys for the Café this time, because he already worked the later shift yesterday while Alejandro only worked early shifts – he liked having the evenings free to do whatever he wanted and Price was nice enough to actually consider that when making the shift plan. Alejandro worked the whole week, always early shifts. Roach worked early shifts with him on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays – later shifts on Tuesday and Thursday, while Soap worked early and later shifts the other way around. Ghost usually joined in on the later shifts, mostly so there'd always be two baristas at front. Technically seen they'd soon have to hire another one, Ghost clearly hung behind in the paperwork – the piles in the break room were a clear sign. Either a Barista or a manager, that's what they needed desperately and exactly what they wouldn't get until Price picked someone up by the neck again. He surely knew how to adopt random people in need – only reason Gaz called him "Café Dad".

Alejandro was right on time, standing in front of the cafés door, waiting for his co-worker to arrive. Roach usually wasn't one to be late, but in his defence he also used the bus to get here so there could always be complications. For now, Alejandro just would have to freeze his ass off. He silently cursed himself for not wearing something warmer. For some reason he had wanted to look good today – not that anyone would see anyway because of the mandatory apron all the baristas wore. Suddenly his phone rang – he immediately noticed that it was the ringtone Gaz had set to be Prices, a silent "you're my dad!" followed by idiotic music. He quickly answered. »Price, what's up?« He wondered, normally Price didn't call him – or any of the staff – unless it was important. »Don't open up today, I already called Roach. We're in a bit of a pickle.« Alejandro could hear Price sigh in annoyance, shortly followed by another sigh, one he could make out to be Laswells. »Why, what happened?« The barista wondered while already making his way home again. »We don't know, there's been some kind of mistake – we're in trouble.« Price answered, obviously shuffling around some paperwork. »Tell me when you get more info, maybe I can help sort stuff out.« »I'll keep it in mind son, for now just enjoy your free day.« With that Price hung up and Alejandro hoped it wasn't too serious. It was obviously serious enough that they wouldn't open the café – but there was hope that they'd be able to open soon again.

Alejandro made a quick trip to the store, just to pick up some basic things before returning home. Rudy greeted him once he opened the door – definitely another thing Ale could get used to. »Now that's what I call a record shift, why're you back so soon?« The shorter wondered, looking at Alejandro while eating the breakfast the other had put out. »There seems to be an issue going on, we can't – better said we're told to – not open up today. I don't know what happened though.« The taller sighed, sitting down beside Rudy. »Seems like our days started a similar way huh? I've also got bad news.« Alejandro rested his head on the table, slightly looking over at the other, waiting for him to continue. »The hag called me. Told me she'd sue me or something. She was real hysterical.« Rudy sighed heavily – apparently a sound Alejandro would hear more often today – and leaned his head on his fist. »She can't just do that though, she's got nothing against you right?« Alejandro said, clear worry in his voice. »Jandro she's awful. I only told her I moved out because she makes me uncomfortable and she runs with it. Fucks sake the amount of times I told her I'm—« He interrupted himself mid sentence. Something about the look in his eyes told Alejandro to not ask what he had been about to say. »Well.. we'll get through this Rudy, okay? Together.« He smiled instead, slightly reaching out to his best friend. Rudy smiled back weakly, carefully taking the hand Alejandro had extended.

»Yeah. Together.«

Your Honor I love them.

Story updates btw;

Currently writing the König x reader

Am planning an AU with AleRudy and GhostSoapKönig (we love poly relationships in this household)

And another part for the Ghostsoap story is in planning!

#call of duty #cod mwii #short story #rodolfo x alejandro #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas #alerudy #aledolfo #alejandro x rodolfo #rodolfo rudy parra #rudy parra #alejandro x rudy #call of duty rodolfo #rodolfo mw2 #rodolfo parra

[inmoonliight]

I Love the Real You

This game has me in a chokehold, and it yanked me out of my writers block and caused me to actually write a fanfic omfg

If you haven’t please go play Error143, it’s so good!!!

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Allison found herself repeatedly tapping her nails on her keyboard without actually pressing any of the buttons as she stared at the stream summary that was on one of her monitors. It’d only been about three hours since her stream had ended, but she had already wiped off the makeup she had been wearing, and also made something to eat really quickly before going into editing mode, and started getting stuff ready to posted as clips on tiktok, as well as a highlight video of the stream.

The notification noise of the messenger app was the only thing that drew her eyes away from all the analytics on the monitor that was the farthest to her right, and to the one that was farthest to her left. It was Micah. Again. He had sent her a few messages once her stream had ended, and while she talked to him for a little bit while cooking food she had gotten distracted and forgotten to reply at one point.

Micah Yujin: 

You should make a compilation of all the times you died LMAO   10:57 pm

Cause you know  10:57 pm You died A LOT  10:57 pm

Angel?  11:20 pm

You okay? 11:25 pm

A curse fell from her mouth as she quickly moved to reply to him, and a small feeling of guilt began to gnaw at her. Of course as soon as she started editing her ADD meds had been wearing off, which caused her to lose track of what she was doing. The redhead had gotten so hyper focused on editing she ended up just ignoring Micah, and she hated ignoring him. She had gotten into the habit of telling him when she was going to start editing or something so he wouldn’t start thinking she was straight up ignoring him since she had been in that position before in past relationships, and the overthinking part had driven her crazy. 

Moon:

Yes! Sorry I got into editing mode ;-;  11:26 pm

My meds finally wore off  11:26 pm

Allison leaned back in her pink gaming chair as she grabbed the small pink stuffie that he had brought her when he first visited, and hugged it close. She knew he probably understood that she was focused on editing things. Micah had reassured her that it was okay, and that he wasn’t gonna take it personally, but she couldn’t help but worry. It was something she knew she needed to work on even though she had already been working on it for years. 

Micah Yujin: 

It’s okay!  11:27 pm

Did you eat enough? And did you get some water?  11:27 pm

Micah always was making sure she ate enough, and drank water after finishing any streams no matter how long they were. Even if it was for only 30 minutes. Allison couldn’t deny the tiny butterflies that it created whenever he showed her that he cared about her wellbeing. It was nice to have someone who actually cared about you after consistently having guys be utter dicks in past relationships.

She scooted her chair closer to her desk so she could still hold the stuffie she had appropriately named Relnado. It was a Friday night, so she had been planning on staying up later than usual, so she could spend the rest of the weekend relaxing. But she knew that she’d probably end up with Micah telling her to go to bed early since she had been streaming for a majority of the day.

 Moon:

Yes I did!  11:27 pm

And yes I’ve got my water bottle next to me  11:28 pm

Do I need to video call you to show you? :3 11:28 pm

Micah Yujin: 

Yes  11:28pm Yes you do  11:29 pm Because who knows maybe my Angel would be lying about drinking water  11:29 pm

Moon:

Hey  11:29 pm

I know I’m a brat  11:29 pm

But I’m not that much of a brat 11:29 pm

A small smile crept onto Allison’s face, and she shook her head at the thought of lying to Micah. The only time she could probably lie to the man was about a present, or some form of surprise. And even then she probably would’ve been bad at it. She moved the mouse cursor over to his icon, clicking on it to start the video call. It wasn’t even 2 seconds later, and Micah had already appeared on her screen grinning at her with his usual dork grin. 

“Well hello there Angeellllll~” He said happily as he propped up his chin on the palm of his hand. 

“Hi Micahhhhh” She cooed, smiling at him while waving at him with one of Renaldo’s little arms. “Did you enjoy the stream?” She asked curiously knowing he had been watching, but had chosen to lurk since he had been working on some things while watching.

“Of course I did! When don’t I enjoy your streams?” He tilted his head. 

Allison rolled her eyes, but was still smiling. “Okay you’ve got a point.” she hummed before leaning over to grab another stuffie off her desk.

She grabbed a small Nessie stuffie from the game Apex Legends. One of the few games she streamed consistently, and did info dump onto Micah about which he happily listened to. He had even bought other versions of nessie stuffie that existed all of which sat farther on her desk, but the one she had grabbed had a special place in her heart since it had been the first piece of merch she had gotten for the game.

“Fredrick says hi,” She giggled holding up the stuffie to her webcam so Fredrick was taking up most of the camera.

“Fredrick! Hello good sir! How is the fanciest nessie doing?” Micah asked, doing a small bow, and pretending to take off a top hat and put it back on. “Hopefully well. Your presence was most welcome on stream! I do hope you got many boops, and headpats.” He smiled. 

Allison couldn’t help but giggle at the way he was talking to the small stuffie. “Many, many boops for the nessie. They are required.” She set the nessie on her head, glancing at her own reflection in the call for a moment to make sure he was centered and wasn’t going to fall off her head. “Although I was sure to get many sacrifices in Ranked for him as well,” She laughed softly.

Micah just smiled, and watched her put the small stuffie on her head. He could name so many things she did just in general that he’d always find adorable that she had no idea he thought was cute. He loved how open she was with him, after having talked about how her past relationships had gone and how she kept finding herself trying to just be what the other person wanted rather than be herself. The change in her personality wasn’t a bad thing, and seeing her get excited over things she was passionate about, and then tell him all about it was cute. 

She had started rambling about how she had felt about the ranked matches she had been in during the stream, and about how she felt like she could’ve done some things differently during the match after she had died or after they had lost at the very end. At some point though during her ramble she caught the way Micah was looking at her with lovey dovey eyes, and she just melted at it. The amount of love he was looking at her with made all the random stuff that had annoyed her during her matches on stream suddenly worth it. 

She smiled slightly having stopped her ramble before resting her chin on the top of Ranaldo looking at him with the same lovey dovey eyes. “Micah?” she said softly.

“Yes Angel?” The man in question tilted his head slightly wondering what she was wanting to say to him. 

“I love you,” she hummed still smiling. “To the moon, and back.” She studied him and grinned a little bit at the small blush that colored his cheeks.

“I love you too Angel,” He said returning the smile while still blushing. Although once he said it back Allison was blushing just as much as he was. “More than anything in the world.” 

Allison was quick to question that. “Even more then Skrunkly??” She raised an eyebrow at him, surprised that the adorable cat was not tied with her because she could not deny how cute the cat was. 

“Okay not more than Skrunkly. You’re tied with her on my love.” He chuckled at her pointing it out.

Allison grinned sitting up in her chair. “Then I’ll just have to fight Skrunkly for your love!” She grabbed the small model of Wraith’s Kunai off her desk, and held it up as if she was pretending to be the legend. “Tell her to 1v1 me on Apex,” She giggled. 

Micah laughed and Allison couldn’t help but think about how grateful she was for choosing to hack his PC in the past. Life seemed like it would’ve been much more dull if she hadn’t.

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