#also old oak doors 😭😭

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

O H I JUST REGISTERED THIS

THE DEFINITION OF A WORD I SAW WITH MAYBE THE WORD "SPANISH" IN THE DEFINITION WAS BECAUSE OF CARLOS'S LAST NAME!!!

Probably because it means "Oaks/Oak Trees" and because of Carlos's yk oak-y voice and what not

[everythingwrongwithizumi]

Awkwardly Awarding

pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

warning: 18+, porn with plot, smut, dead relative, unprotected sex, oral(f), praise kink?, fingering, hickeys, teasing, pet names (nothing crazy!), squirting, overstimulation, Gojo being Gojo?, lmk if there’s anymore u see!

w/c: 5.8k

a/n: HELPPP😭 No one asked but heres an idea that came to me while I was playing the Sims TT First time writing smut lmk what u thinkkk ;) Also Tumblr being weird so hopefully this posts!

The death of my father wasn’t one I was not expecting. I mean sure, he was a nice dad, but he was never really there when I needed him. Instead of sitting around and complaining about him like I usually did I kept quiet this entire week. I was alone now and in an entirely new area with entirely new people. Arriving at the apartments was a bit overwhelming, to say the least.

The intense amount of traffic, high buildings, and busy streets were definitely sensory overload, but it didn’t matter because the view was absolutely phenomenal. Before Dad bit the bullet he did leave me a huge sum of money which allowed me to purchase my second ever apartment.

My last apartments did not compare to these newer ones, plus they were centered more in the city which meant I was now paying twice my old rent for this new apartment, but that’s what a trust fund is for, right? I didn’t have a lot to move, but it was still enough to fill up a small rented truck from the movers.

The hard part was now done! Was what I thought once all the boxes were moved into the apartment however, the organizing was actually going to cause me to jump off of this building through my beautiful window.

I went through the first few boxes with ease that was until I ran into my childhood things— yes I keep them in a separate box. Quietly I pulled stuffed animal after stuffed animal. Those didn’t hurt as much as the stuffed animal made in memory of my first late dog.

I couldn’t stop the tears from coming as I gripped the dog… Dick… oh how I missed that dog. His name wasn’t Dick that was the stuffed animals name, after the late Moby— who was my actual dog.

After a night of crying I had drag myself out of my makeshift bed made out of pillows and blankets because I was dumb enough not to buy an air mattress. This was the same job I had been working at previously.

Once I got home it was like feeling of dread washed over me. So, instead of cleaning and unpacking I found my self ordering Pizza. I’m not going to lie, I did pick up a few things but after I put up my landscape themed calendar I realized I forgot one big important thing.

A desk…

I rushed to grab my phone and open the Amazon app and after doing so typing up “desk” in the search engine. And after a minute of scrolling and biting my thumb nail I found the perfect one!

It had white drawers down the right side and a beautiful oak that would go well with the frame of the bed I had yet to put together. I sighed at the price, I guess left overs will have to do for dinner. It wasn’t that I was poor buuuut I spend a lot on the deposit for this place and I still had bills to pay and set up.

A couple of minutes later, still in my work clothes, I heard the doorbell ring. My tummy ached for the steamy and hot pepperoni pizza… there was a $5 deal…

I got up and walked to the front door. Out of habit, I looked through the peephole only to feel my mouth water at the sight…and smell. I opened the door wide open with a wide smile. After u paid for the pizza then sat down to eat said pizza, I packed it up and put it in the fridge this place came with.

“It came with all of the utilities,” my best friend I met at work asked. I sat the phone down on my makeshift bed before stripping to get into something more comfortable for bed, “Yes! And everything works—well I haven’t had to wash anything yet but we’ll see.”

I could hear my friend agree through the phone with a hum, “I suppose that’s why it’s so expensive.” I chuckled at her reasoning “Oh yeah, I’m definitely getting my pennies worth.” We talked a little while longer and she offered to come help since she knew someone in the area or in the same apartment but I told her it was fine.

Heading into work with a sore back was not ideal especially if you are standing all day which is not what I was doing exactly. The drive home was lengthier which meant I was more tired than usual. I almost had to pull over to take a quick nap, but I was on the highway so it wouldn’t even have worked out for me.

Once I made it home I was eager to shed off the clothing of running around delivering papers and sitting at a desk doing hand exercises so my hands wouldn’t cramp for how many emails I have to write.

Now left in my lazy but simple lacey lingerie I walked to the kitchen and pulled out a pizza and heated it up. My ears perked up at a notification going off from my phone on the counter. I grabbed it and was shown a picture of the box that contained my desk in it sitting beside my door.

I glanced at the time at the top left corner of my phone… 3:46 am… no one would be up at this time, right? I looked down at my body and waited for a couple of minutes to ensure the delivery guy was gone. I took a peak out the window and watched as his giant van of Amazon shit rode away.

I walked to the front door and opened it, the cool air of the hallway making the buds of my nipples perk up. I shivered and looked down at the box, it was quite big, but no match for me!

I tried to pull it from the side failing miserably so I opted to push it into my doorframe. I checked around the hall quickly, not spotting anyone I got behind the box and bent down to push the box forward. The grunts coming from my mouth covered the sound of a door opening right behind me.

I pushed my legs back and finally pushed the box fully in through the door of my apartment. I stood up straight and sighed placing a hand on my head because being lightheaded was enough for me. Still, I clearly wasn’t aware of the wide eyes of my neighbor right behind me who had been staring at my ass.

I turned to close the door and found myself face to face with my neighbor who stood in his own doorframe. My eyes widened and my ears started burning from embarrassment as I looked down to see what I was wearing.

I slammed the door shut and slumped against the door, my hands covering my face. If I wasn’t so caught up in the way I was dressed or feeling I would’ve noticed how handsome and hot my neighbor was.

Letting out a squeal of embarrassment I got up and just left the box in the entrance and went to grab my pizza that I had left in my microwave that was also provided.

Wanting to ignore whatever happened, I decided to turn in for the night and put my dish in the sink and padded my way to my bedroom with the bed still not made. Groaning out of frustration I took my place in the mess of the blankets and stuffed animals with a pillow or two.

Gojo

There was no way that happened, right? I’ve seen naked women all the time, but only as they present themselves. It’s been a minute since I’d seen someone naked not trying to impress anyone—or was she?

Taking a second to stop and bend over I looked at the watch on my hand,

4:20 am

Damn. I looked up and that’s when I felt it. The tightness in my joggers. This was going to be a long and uncomfortable run when all I could think about were her long and pretty legs. She looked like she smelt like lavender vanilla.

I groaned and began running once more around the city, the buildings never ending and the chatter and laughter never ceased. One girl— drunk no doubt—made eye contact with me. She was blonde, thin, and her tits we’re practically hanging out and when she turned and looked back at me my eyes shifted to her ass.

It was big, unnaturally so which made my mind travel back to her… when she bent over, the way her laced panties rode up the valley of her ass. The soft outline of her pussy, wonder what it would taste like?

Shit.

I had to come to a stop and fix my problem before it looked like I visibly pissed myself. “Hey,” I turn at the nasally voice behind me. I saw the way she looked at me up and down and letting my pride take over I smirked and glanced over her body for a second time.

She wasn’t with her friends this time which meant she sought me out in purpose. “Hey there,” she giggled at the dip in my voice, right on track. She offered for me to go back to her place just a block away, walking up to me and placing her hands on my biceps.

The walk there was mostly her talking about her friends and how much she hated them because she “knew” they were jealous of her. I didn’t really care and let her yap on, the hardness of my dick lessening as she spoke more and more.

As soon as we made it in her lips were on my neck and her hands were sliding under my shirt. Taking it off I forced her on her knees which made her grin up at me as she pulled the sweats I was wearing down.

Placing my hand on her head my mind went back to her… the way her h/c spread across her shoulders and the way her butt jiggled when she pushed the box through that door. The more I thought about her the closer I felt to cuming.

Y/n

“Ughh how long is this going to take,” I nearly pulled the hair out of my head in frustration. I was in the bathroom of my office and was currently trying to avoid the meeting. “You know no matter how hard you tug you won’t pull the boredom out of your head,” I turned to see my best friend smirking.

“Shoko, I feel like I’m going to die. I’m so under stimulated,” I practically whine and she just laughed and walked next to me. “Let’s go back, besides we get off in an hour and a half so this meeting shouldn’t last long,” her words naught some comfort to me as I sighed.

I pulled her in for a hug to which she returned, “What would I do without you,” I mumbled into her suit jacket backing her chuckle. “Let’s go out for drinks tonight, we both have the day off tomorrow in a long time,” she held me back from my shoulders.

Now that sounded amazing but I only sighed and felt myself visibly deflate, “I can’t, I still have a couple of things to unpack—“

“So come out when you’re done—“ Shoko interrupted making me frown even more, “I have to build a desk, Shoko.” Her face winced at that. The last time we both tried to build one it fell apart after we placed my computer in it, breaking to computer and the desk.

“How does tomorrow sound,” she spoke through her teeth cringing at the thought of building. I laugh at her suggestion and nodded. We both went back to the meeting and sat there for nearly two. More. Hours.

I know I needed the over time, but this was ridiculous. After another 30 minutes I looked at the clock to find it was 8:05pm. Then we were dismissed, the room filling with grumbles and mumbles of distain.

Once again, the ride home was long but out of sheer anger and annoyance I found myself eager to get home and build that damn desk so I can have fun tomorrow. Making in the building and to the elevator I sensed someone was standing beside me.

I glanced and nearly gasped at the sight of my handsome neighbor. The elevator dinged and we both made our way inside. The silence was deafening and the awkwardness was heavy. I shut my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see his face but was pulled out of my thoughts by his deep and soothing voice.

“I’m Satoru Gojo, haven’t had the pleasure of formally meeting you,” I opened an eye to look down and see he held his hand out. Then I looked up at his face and instinctively gripped his hand when the elevator shook.

“Y/n, it’s nice to meet you too…formally,” I wanted to shrink into a hole and die. His chuckle made my belly flutter and my chest tighten. The elevator dinged causing the both of us to let go of each others hand and get off.

We both walked side my side with each other, still in awkward silence. Stopping at our doors we stood there for a good minute not saying anything. I heard his mouth open as he was about to speak before I beat him to it, “Come inside?”

He nearly fell to his knees when he heard it.

“S-sorry,” his voice waived causing me to shake my head in embarrassment, “It’s okay if not, I understand it’s been a long day. I just wanted to welcome you into my new home as a friendly neighbor.” Was I stupid? Inviting a stranger— a man! Into my home.

I could practice at my dead dad screaming at the top of his lungs about me being stupid. “Sure,” his response caught me off guard. He was stuttering and mumbling just a second ago, now he’s running a hand through his hair and smirking?

I roll my eyes and we both walk into my home. I notice his eyes go to the box containing my desk on the floor as I try hard to ignore it. “It’s… not much and I’m still waiting to get a couple more pieces of furniture, but with my budget it’s gonna have to wait,” I gesture to the mostly blank living room and dinning area.

Really, the only places completely done were the bathrooms and the kitchen. I needed to set up my office and my bedroom. “It’s nice… cozy” he says looking around making me fake a laugh “haha,” this in turn causes him to laugh, a sound I never want to forget.

I walk to the fridge and open it, “I apologize, I don’t have much as far as food so I’ve just been eating takeout. Need to go grocery shopping by the end of this week,” I hear him hum in acknowledgment, “No it’s fine, I ate beforehand.”

A moment of awkward silence washes over us before he breaks it, “your desk.” What an odd thing to say. I look up at him in confusion. He’s standing on one side of the island while I stand on the other. I watch as he glances to the box in the entrance, “you still haven’t built you desk?”

I sigh in embarrassment, “N-no I haven’t really had the time.” I raise my hand to nervously scratch the back of my neck. The next words that come out of his mouth make my eyes light up, “I can build it for you. If you want?”

“Yes!” I answered a bit too quickly making his eyebrow raise. “I’m sorry I just—I’m no good at building and I asked my friend but she’s also not good at building,” he nods in understatement before he walks over to the box. “Where do you want it,” he asks picking up the box with ease making my jaw drop.

He walks over with the box in his hands, the veins in his hands and arms popping out making me gulp. “Sweetheart I’m gonna need you to use your words,” I look up at the words usually used for endearment. A faint blush rises to me cheeks as I point to an area in the living room.

“O-over there is—is uh fine,” I tell him and I hear the box run against his hair which meant he nodded in acknowledgement. Once he set it down he pulled out a pocket knife making me jump and he stabbed box open.

Who the hell carries a knife with them in the cit— that was a stupid thing to question. My eyes fall to his arms as he tolls his sleeves up, the oversized dress shirt accentuating the veins on his arms. Instinctively, my thighs clutch together as I watch from the kitchen island.

He grunts as he pulls out the large wooden plank causing me to bite my lip and he sets it up against the wall. Now all the pieces were out along the empty floor. He claps his hand together, “thank you for the build,” he speaks to no one.

Is he serious? Did he just turn a common eating phrase into a building phrase. Odd guy, I like him. I want him… “what do you think,” I was caught off guard once more by his panting and out of breath sentence.

Gulping I look to see that he’s done with the drawers, “I-it looks really good Gojo.” His smile grows wider, “call me Satoru!” I chuckle at his expression. Demon. How can someone so sexy speak so cutely.

Shifting my weight to my other leg I freeze at the sensation. I was wet… and it felt uncomfortable except for the fact that it was caused by Gojo. I took another glance and noticed his stance. He had one knee in the ground and the other balanced him out, foot placed firmly on the ground.

He didn’t look hard but boy, can eyes be deceiving. “Alright,” he spoke in a song making me giggle at him. He was sure adorable when he wanted to be. Was he done already? I can’t believe I was so in my head I didn’t even her him hammering or drilling the screws.

“I just need to place this on top and secure it then I’m all done,” he grinned at me and put his hand on the wood plank still being held up by the wall. Now that I had the chance, I glanced at his body full over. His hair was slightly disheveled and there were light traces of sweat coming down his forehead and neck.

Feeling embarrassed I let out gasp and walk to the cabinet with the cups and pull one out before placing it under the ice dispenser and changing it to dispense filtered water. Unaware of Gojo watching me and my form with an unfamiliar gaze.

Then I make my way over to him and notice the desk was now finished. “I couldn’t thank you enough, but here’s some water,” I tell him with a worried voice and shove the glass into his hands. His fingers grazed my as he walked closer to me.

I felt my breath hitch as I look up at the man who was now towering over me, “There might be a way—but ah~ I don’t wanna sound so sleezy,” I watch as he backs up slightly and his hand lightly shakes the back of his neck.

“N-no, not at all! Anything,” the tone in my voice unintentionally drops at the last word. His eyes narrow and then I feel his hands being placed on my hips. The water had been discarded and placed in the desk. At least it didn’t crumble under the pressure of water.

He brings one hand up and places it under my chin pulling me closer to his face as he leans down. “Let me taste you,” my thighs rub together at the raspyness of his voice. Noticing his eyes were now on my lips I let my gaze fall to his.

No way a man this beautiful with such beautiful lips had one of the most filthiest—in a good way— sentence come out of his mouth. I couldn’t take it, it felt like all night I was being teased so I gave in.

I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him into me, his lips puckered and pressed against mine. The kiss was heavy and needy. Just then, I felt the eagerness and desperation in the actions of his tongue. I let my mouth open slightly as his tongue slid inside.

His hands gripped my waist and turned me so my ass was pressed against the desk he had just built. He stops the kissing momentarily to speak, “let’s see how good this desk really is,” his voice sounded nearly like a purr.

I let out a soft hum in agreement as his hands slid down to the underside of my thighs, giving them a squeeze to signal to jump back onto the desk. As soon as I was on it he waisted no time placing his lustful lips all over my neck causing small moans to escape my mouth.

His hand made its way down to where I desperately needed him the most. Feeling me twitch beneath him, I could feel the smirk against my skin. That didn’t stop him from sucking my neck like a sex crazed teenager.

“Can I take this off of you baby,” he mumbled against the skin of my neck, the vibrations causing another moan to slip from my mouth. “Yes, please Gojo,” he didn’t like this. He ripped down the work pants I had on and the panties I was wearing as well.

“How many times will I have to keep saying it, say my name,” he almost sounded like a little kid having to give up their rights to their favorite toy. His hands were back on me as he pulled me closer to the edge of the desk rather harshly.

His hand also made its way back to my now unclothed center causing me to gasp. His eyes widened as he pulled back entirely and looked down then back up at me. The look on his face was one I’ll never forget.

He looked so genuinely happy and the way his eyes were wide with excitement made my heart and my pussy swell. He looked at me with pure adoration, something I rarely have done to me especially by men.

“Shit, is this all for me,” he beamed in excitement and when I nodded he fell to his knees at the sight in front of him. “It’s so pretty…” I felt the familiar heat rise in my cheeks, was I really embarrassed by his words?

My body tensed as he took two of his fingers and slid them down my labia, his way of teasing. I glanced down at him and he looked like he’d never seen pussy before making me slightly nervous. Then I felt it, the warm almost hot, thick, and wet muscle making contact with me.

He took his tongue and slid it from the base of my vagina all the way to the hood of my clit. I didn’t miss the way his tongue disappeared in between my folds and pussy lips. The sight making me more wet.

He looked up at me and I could see the clear but faintly white discoloration on his tongue before swallowing it in front of me, “oh you taste heavenly, just like I thought.” His hands were now hooked around my thighs as his tongue once again made contact with my pussy.

This time he licked around where I needed him the most causing me to squirm, “Satoru~,” he hummed at my whining, “Use your words sweetheart.” I couldn’t do this anymore, “Satoru eat me out already,” I begged causing him to chuckle lightly.

He wasted no time licking a stripe up all the way to my clit before wrapping his puffy lips around it. My hand flew straight to his beautiful head full of white hair. This only encouraged him to suck on my clit before releasing and placing a kiss on it before moving by down to lap at my entrance.

“S-Satoru,” I moaned out forcing my head back in pleasure. The hum of contempt send vibrations through my pussy causing my thighs to tighten around his head. He pushed forward and used his hands to spread my legs apart.

I looked down and the sight nearly made me cum on my own, Satoru's blue eyes were staring right up at me and instead of his wide ones, I was met with half lidded and dazed blue eyes. The tip of his nose was glistening under the living room light and his hair was moving as his head was shaking side to side with his tongue landing on my clit each time.

I forced my other hand onto his head in attempt to push him into me further. He showed no interest in backing away as he continued to suck and lap at my clit and folds. The ludicrous sounds echoed through the mostly empty apartment and the tightening in my belly pulled me back down to Satoru, “T-Toru..hng…I’m gonna cum—please, p-please let me cum.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” The vibrations from his sweet voice sent me over the edge as the grip on his hair only tightened and I attempted to push his head away so I wouldn’t be overstimulated, he however had other plans.

He retreated his lips from my throbbing clit with a pop and looked up at me as he inserted a finger through my hole. I gasped and looked down at him and he grinned at the sight of the flushed look on my face. “Toru,” I whined which only made him shush me, “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make you feel real good again, okay?”

I could only nod as I felt another finger join inside me. He smirked and began pushing them in and out at a steady pace making me gasp, “D-don’t stop, Toru,” he hummed in response and I felt the familiar warm lips wrap around my clit once more as the pace of his fingers sped up and began curling upwards inside of me.

I tried to mask the lewd moans coming out of my lips by placing my hands over my mouth. Another pop was heard and his lips were off of my and now frowning, “Don’t do that. Let the neighbors know how good I make you feel, scream if you have to,” he muttered the last part with a smirk before diving back in to lap at my pussy.

His words encouraged me to place the hand that was once over my mouth and into his head once again. Soon, I felt the feeling coming back again only this time, it nearly burned and caused my body to twitch against him. “T-Toru wait—there’s something—ah!”

I threw my head back as he pulled away slightly with an open mouth while his fingers continued to fuck me. The moans I let out sounded almost like screams of pleasure. Coming down from that high I looked down feeling my body and my legs trembling at Satoru.

His face was now covered in my juices and his hair was slightly damp. I blushed in embarrassment as his eyes looked up at me, sparkling. “I think I just came in my pants,” he admitted causing my eyes to widen as I spread my legs to look down.

Sure enough there was a stain in them, but it didn’t look like he was soft or getting softer. “If you’re alright with it, I don’t have a condom and I’d like to fuck the shit out of you,” my mouth gapped at his forwardness. After a couple of second of him smiling at me I spoke up, “Y-yes, I’m not on birth control and I’m clean so…”

His smile only grew, “I’m clean too!” Before I knew it, he was helping me take off my shirt and pulling his pants down along with his underwear. His eyes immediately flew to my chest and he lean forward to kiss the skin on my neck, littered with bruises now showing.

My eyes widened at his length. I had been with men, sure, but him? His dick was hard which caused it to stand up in the air with a slight curve upwards. It was lengthy just like he was—if I had to guess, 8 inches? He also had girth to him, it wasn’t huge but it was definitely big enough to hurt.

I felt his dick rub against my thigh as his lips trailed down to my chest. He reached an arm around to unclip the bra and pull it away. I could feel him twitch in excitement again as he watched my breasts fall free, the buds hardening at the coolness of the room.

I then felt his familiar wet and hard tongue drag around my nipple causing me to let out a soft moan and his eyes shot up to me. He smirked and used his other hand to pinch and roll the bud while his lips wrapped around the other causing my back to arch into him and his touch.

“T-Toru,” a hand flew to his head and ran from the nape of his neck to the top of his head and I felt him twitch against me again. “Hmm~” he moaned against me. “Please… please fuck me,” his eyes stayed on me and he lightly nibbled on my bud, then I felt him twitch against me again with his eyes closed.

Releasing my nipple with a pop he brought his hands to hook around my legs, spreading them apart as he bent his slightly to angle himself. The height of the desk was perfect for this exact reason.

I felt his warm tip trace up and down my slit causing me to whine, “Don’t tease Toru~ please…” he only grinned and lean forward to catch my lips in a kiss.

Then I felt it, he slowly entered inside of my causing my body to shift in slight discomfort. He groaned and wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me closer. Once he was in fully, bottoming me out, did he release the kiss.

“I knew you’d be mine the second I laid eyes on your pretty body,” the words would sound disgusting and rude if they weren’t coming from the most beautiful man known to man. That and his intentions. I bit my lip and earned him to move with my legs wrapped around him pushing him against me even closer.

He chuckled softly and lean forward to place one hand at the edge of the desk while his other held me up. I glanced down at the veins on his arms before pulling his face in for a kiss. He pulled out till his tip was almost out until he pushed back in causing me to moan against his lips.

After getting comfortable and him doing that a few times I whined, “Toru, faster,” he shook his head with a lopsided grin, “You’re such a baby.” I had no time to react to his words as he began to pick up the pace of his hips, snapping forward causing light screeches to come from the desk.

I moaned his name as I wrapped my arms around his neck the feeling of his cock throbbing in my pussy sending shivers through my body. He grunted and moaned in my face wrapping the hand that was holding me now placing it around the bottom of my chin. “Such a pretty pussy, you like that huh? I do~”

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the apartment as well as Satoru’s teases and praises. The grip under my chin releases and now he’s upright, pushing my legs back to fold and places them on his shoulders, not easing up on his thrusts.

The angle causes him to hit that spot causing the familiar feeling to bubble in my chest, “You gonna cum on my cock pretty girl?” He grinned and placed a hand on my pussy before rubbing side to side. I felt my back arch and my moans turned into squeals, “that’s right pretty girl, cum on my cock. You can do it, fuck…” he threw his head back increasing his pace in both his hips and fingers.

After a few seconds of thrashing around I feel myself tightening around him and releasing. His hips began stuttering but his hand didn’t stop and soon I felt the same other feeling flow through my body and the sounds of spurting fills the air, joining the symphony of lewd noises.

“Fuck!” I hear a shout from Satoru and he pulls out of my overstimulated pussy. I look down and watch as ropes of thick, hit, white cum shoots onto my pussy, belly, and the bottom of my chest. I take a moment to watch his body, he’s shuttering and shaking in pleasure. His eyes are glued onto my core as he releases.

After a minute of both of us panting and giggling, Satoru steals a kiss before hooking his arms around my legs pulling me into bridal style, walking me into my bedroom. “Where’s your bed,” he asks looking down at me. Shyly, I point to the big box on the other side of the room that had a 2d model of what the bed should look like.

He chuckled and shook his head before walking to the bathroom and placing me in the tub. The aftercare was amazing and dare I say hot. He had taken a bath with me and offered to have me sleepover at his place to which I was too tired to disagree.

So after we clean up and I give him a pair of oversized sweats that were a little too big on me, we made our way across the hall to his apartment. It looked exactly like mine in terms of the layout but the decoration was minimalist with hints of maximalist, in the bedroom was no different. I guess that’s how he knew my layout…

We both got into his king sized( obviously) bed and I felt his arms wrap around me to pull me close to him. “Satoru,” I call him name softly and he replies with a tired hum. “You thought about fucking me,” I question, bringing up a previous sentence he said. This made him burst out in a tired laughter causing my to pull back slightly and look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s what you took away from all that?”

“I forgot about it…”

[jaidens]

He Got That Boyish Look That I Like In A Man

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : nothing! | this really sucks 😭 I just wanted to release something cuz I've been lacking on yall

a/n [s] : requests are open! [ALSO! should I challenge things? like flufftober??]

Whenever your job offers you a raise to become an Automotive Director of Engineering for the dealership in Reseda, California you take it without warning. In an attempt to get away from slushy winters in the small state of Connecticut, you moved swiftly to a small apartment with lovely neighbors and a new life. You had been to California on some vacations with family, but living here had never crossed your mind.

You walk into your office that smells like fresh paint and cleaner, and set your books and purse down on the dark-oak table. The company had hired some individuals to work for you, which felt weird to say, as you used to be the same person. Your assistant walks in with a tap on your glass door, and she walks in. “Hey! I’m Shannon. Anything you need, I'll be across the hall. I've already started on the connections with Toyota and Nissan!”

You smile at her and shake her hand that she was holding out for you. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Y/N L/N, but I assume you already know that!” You laugh and let go of her hand to hide any awkwardness and anxiety you had about being in such a high position.

“Okay well, I'll see you! And, someone has already set up a meeting with you!” Shannon says before walking away and shutting the door behind her.

You rub sweaty hands against your clothes and turn on your heels. The air-conditioning rumbles on and you wrap the small cardigan you had brought around you and begin staring at the paperwork that was placed in front of you. You start the work: scribbling works and many, many signatures with red pens and black pens. A knock is gentle against your door and you look up, and see Shannon and a very recognizable man standing there in a Navy suit and a smile on his face.

“This is Mr. Daniel Larusso. He owns Larusso auto parts and he said he wants to speak with you,” Shannon says, pushing her glasses up her nose and walking away.

The name sends a shiver down your spine as you hear it, and the face is suddenly very recognizable. The fateful summer vacation of 1986, fifteen-years old and young, and a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

You're sitting on the bench near the beach in a swimsuit and a big t-shirt, peeling through the boom. you had brought to your family vacation. Your family is on the beach setting up the tent and towels all across it to mark the place on the beach. The warm sun heats your skin up as you lay against the bench and continue flipping through your book that suddenly becomes boring.

A tan boy emerges from the water in orange trunks and black hair slicked back with salt water. An older and shorter man follows him up the coast and talks to him. You stare at him with your eyes following each of the tan’s movements. He notices your staring as he stares right back at you, eyes piercing into yours deliciously. His smile exposes his teeth and he knocks his head to the side and waves at you. The older man slaps the side of his head and scolds him.

You laugh at him before he tells the older man something then jogs over to you. His warm skin is a bronzy, and you swear there were twinkles of gold mixed in his skin shining against the light. “Hey, I’m Daniel. What are you reading?” The New Jersey accent rings out and you can't help but feel warmer.

“Oh some dumb romance. My name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you Daniel. Is that your Grandfather?” You cover your book up subconsciously to attempt to not get embarrassed, and point at the older man who seems weirdly angry next to the old car from the 40s.

Daniel shakes his head in response. “No, no. That’s Mr. Miyagi, he's my karate sensei. Is your book good?” He asks and you nod at his explanation, showing him you agreed.

“Yeah, my book is pretty good. You like karate? That's pretty awesome.” You tell Daniel and stare into his eyes. They're a soft, dark brown with a puppy-look inside of them. He looks your age, as he gets thrown a West Valley High soccer shirt that's bigger than him as he shrugs it on over his shoulders.

Daniel leaves with the older man after inviting you to the beach for a party held by the Football team and Cheer Team. You showed up in a baggy sweater and a pair of shorts. Daniel waved at you whenever he saw you, as he kicks around a soccer ball impressively on his two legs. You walk over to him and he laughs and kicks the ball over to you, and you catch it and throw it back to him with a shared laugh with him.

He sits down in the sand and you scoot closer to him. You're handed some hotdogs and sticks to cook over the fires made on the beach. You start one and hold a conversation about where you're from, why you were visiting, etc. The conversation was long, and filled with laughter and glances held longer than usual. Daniel handed you a drink and you declined, and he didn't drink as well.

You and Daniel just talk; it feels quite amazing. You haven't had a conversation like that in a long time, but everything falls out and you let your hand fall into his as you star-gaze further away from everyone else who was drunk and half-a drink away from throwing up on the beach. You almost find yourself staring at him more than the stars, admiring him underneath the full moon and stars. He looks beautiful both times: morning and night.

How are you supposed to leave Reseda and not think about Daniel when you leave back to Connecticut?

“I’m Y/N L/N, nice to see you again.”

[jackoshadows]

I don’t really see Bran becoming King as something logical. Not King on the Iron Throne at least. It’s not really what his arc is leading to in my opinion. His arc is in the North. Plus it wouldn’t fit with Aegon’s prophecy which GRRM has confirmed is in the books. A Targaryen King or Queen on the throne to unite the realm against the Others. Also I believe Dany will survive in the books and after her arc learning how to rule why would she not become Queen? Honestly… I do not trust a single word out of D&D’s mouths. Maybe Bran will become a King of some sorts or maybe not a King as in ruler of a nation but King in a different way. I just really don’t see him becoming King of Westeros.

Again, I am working backwards with a King Bran on the Iron Throne ending that looks to have come from GRRM himself. We really need the next book to have an idea of where this story is heading towards in terms of these characters.

King Bran on the Iron Throne does not necessarily clash with Aegon's prophecy of a Targaryen on the Iron Throne or prophesied prince/princess that was promised etc. A combination of several leaders will be necessary to defeat the Others.

Someone has to first unite Westeros to fight against the Others slowing creeping across the continent. That would be the prophesied Targaryen on the Iron Throne - Daenerys who will first win and unite the south and then make an alliance with the KITN Jon Snow who will bend the knee. Having one king/Queen/ruler/leader is important - this is Stannis' argument and why he is fighting the Boltons and why Jon is supporting him. The Targaryens are important and Dany's dragons and the Stark direwolves are important in this fight.

And yes, I too think that all 5 first tier main characters will 'survive' as per the OG outline - Dany, Jon, Arya, Bran and Tyrion. I put 'survive' in quotes because I don't know what undead version Jon is going to come back as and Bran is most definitely going to be morphing into something Godlike. I think the sacrifice here (in terms of nissa nissa etc.) will be giving up something very important i.e Dany giving up the Iron Throne for the greater good. Dany and Jon going into hiding in the Lands beyond the Wall giving the impression that all the Targaryens are dead - something that happens in Memory, Sorrow and Thorn a fantasy from which GRRM has borrowed - so that Targaryen allies end up supporting Bran.

I can see Benioff and Weiss re-interpreting GRRM's actual ending of Daenerys being presumed dead and having that be the literal ending on their show because 'subverting expectations' and 'shock and awe' was all they wanted to do by the end.

So yes, bittersweet in that respect. Dany gets the home with the red door with Jon, but sacrifices her right to the throne. Arya is warden of the North and she and Jon have to part forever - 'We will always have Paris' 😭. I see Tyrion as Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West and Bran's adviser. And poor Bran, instead of the 12 year old wanting to run and play, be with his family and be a knight, is entrusted with being the guardian of planetos to keep the peace for a long, long time.

“Earth and water, soil and stone, oaks and elms and willows, they were here before us all and will still remain when we are gone.”

“So will you,” said Meera. That made Bran sad. What if I don’t want to remain when you are gone? he almost asked.- Bran, ADwD

Everyone wants this or that character to be King or Queen, but leadership and being a ruler is not easy and is a double edged sword. Winning the throne can be as bittersweet as losing it.

[sebsxphia]

I recently went to a zach bryan concert (this is my whole personality now btw!!) and twenty so is giving me such Rhett vibes 🥺 I’m going to be so annoying about this

“Queen sized mattress on an old wood oak floor // and I don't see the need in closin' the screen door // I wanna hear the birds // when the day finally comes how I fear all my days of bein' young or done were only just begun // how close can a man come to God before dyin'? // about as close as you were when you were tryin' you shade the sun from your eyes on the creek's edge // darling there's a bar down the bend they managed bendin' blues guitar in”

“And I know how hard it is to love a boy like me // With my dry sense of humor and my reckless tendencies // But not all labor is done with heart and hands // you've been chompin' at the bit just to love an honest man”

“So when the day is done // And those neon lights call you home // You'll be begging of a savior // To let you save him // The savage times of twenty so”

Just— Rhett always working hard to provide the life for you that he never had for himself. Sometimes working from 5am-12am just so he can take you out to a nice dinner 🥹 you constantly tell him that he doesn’t need to, but he’s so scared of not being enough. If he loses you, he’s sure he would never recover.

oh JENNA 🥺

from what i know of zach bryan, i know he is so rhett coded, but this?!

“And I know how hard it is to love a boy like me // With my dry sense of humor and my reckless tendencies // But not all labor is done with heart and hands // you've been chompin' at the bit just to love an honest man”

oooooooooooof 🥺

rhett thinking he’s not enough for you? he would never recover if you left him? 😭 not only does rhett believe that you deserve to be treated nice and show you a life that he didn’t have, he’s also so insecure.

oh my god, i just wanna smother his face in kisses and stroke his hair and love him so so so big!

thank you so much for this rec my love! i will definitely be putting this on my playlist and i’m always down to hear more thoughts! 💌💗

[f10werfae]

idk if u still write for him but imagine a chris evans x reader where reader is 6 months pregnant and chris comes home from work to find her watching the new groot series while getting all emotional and he tries to comfort her but finds it too funny, i love ur writing 🫶🏻

I Am Groot

Pairing:Husband!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader

word count: i dont know ♥️

Warnings: none

Summary: With hormones at an all time high, Chris has to be prepared even in the most funniest scenarios, obviously leading to kisses and cuddles + a smidge of horniness

- Requests are open! (They’re a bit slow because there’s a lot 😭♥️)

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated!

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(Chris' P.O.V)

Pulling up into the driveway, I physically felt myself relax at the sight of our country home. Away from the harsh pollution and lights of the city, our own paradise.

With my bag in hand, I started heading towards the dark oak front door, a warm invite coming from the soft lights emitting from the window. Opening the heavy door, I thought to myself 'where is everyone?'

Usually Dodger greets me every time I come home from work, his hyper self jumping onto my newly washed clothes. Shaking off my jacket and shoes by the entry, I ventured into the house to find the love of my life simply watching T.V.

Dodger the best boy, sitting snuggled into her side protectively, something he’d been doing for the last six months.

“Ya know I can’t believe you’re usin' our baby as a table” I joked with my hands on my hips, a bowl full of ice cream resting atop her protruding stomach, her tank top hiked up to reveal it.

“I-it’s not my fault. I need sum comfort” She sniffed looking up at me with those big doe eyes, instantly tugging at my heartstrings. Her hair loosely tied into a ponytail, as her hands reached out for me.

My hands instinctively went to her stomach, sitting beside her, I felt her sink into my touch with her arms going around my torso.

Moving the ice cream bowl to the table, I took her fully into my arms, the scent of her mint lotion reminding me of home.

“What’s wrong mama?” I asked, her sniffles dying down the more she went on.

“I was watching the new Groot series, and he’s just t-too cute” By the end of her sentence she had started tearing up again, ending with me shushing her bringing her head back into my chest.

Taking a deep breath in I tried to hold in my laugh, clearly failing as she held her head up with a glare,

“Are you laughing at me?” A grumpy pout present on her lips, her arms now crossed across her bump, accentuating not only her bump but also her growing breasts which immediately caught my eye

“Are you serious Christopher? My eyes are up here you pervert” Y/n snarked with a hand slapping my bicep.

“I can’t help it baby you’re just so cute and sexy at the same time, gettin' me all excited” I whispered nuzzling my nose with hers, her angry front now disappearing as she wrapped herself around me again.

“Wait so let me get this straight honey, you’ve spent the past few hours or so crying over Groot?”

“Pretty much, he’s so cute Chris, reminds me of a little baby sometimes” She laughed out, sitting upright as I wiped away some of her tears,

“I love you so much” I beamed, getting an overwhelming feeling of happiness and love at the sight of her

“Now what about our little man in here, how’s he been treating his mama today?” Caressing her bump gently, I spread light kisses over her neck and face causing giggles to erupt.

“He’s been extremely calm today, few kicks here and there but that’s just because he’s been missin' his dear old dad”

“Oh is that so?” Nodding her head assertively, she brought my hands onto opposite sides of her bump, light thumps hitting exactly where my hands were. I still can’t believe we made him, an actual life in there.

“See, he missed you, and so did I” She whispered out softly, her hand going round my neck to play with the hair on my nape, shivers immediately going down my spine at her touch.

“And how can I make it up to him?” I teased, an eyebrow raised as she played off as if she was in deep thought about the whole thing.

“I dunno I think he wants the ice cream bowl refilled?” Scoffing I stood up with the bowl in hand, retrieving more chocolate and chocolate ice cream, to return to her sitting like an excited child reaching out for the bowl.

“Say aa” Holding a spoon to her lips, she opened it complying with my game, her body doing that same wiggle she does whenever she eats something delicious.

“I can feed myself ya know”

“I know, but i’m feeding you and our baby now” Spoon after spoon was just followed with nothing but words of adoration and affection, her hands holding onto the hem of my shirt due to my hands being occupied.

Seeing her soft lips pout at the sight of the empty bowl, I swooped in and laid a soft yet passionate kiss on her lips. My hands urging her up to straddle me as much as she could, her bump leaving a bit of room between us.

“Mhm chocolatey” I joked tasting some of the ice cream in her mouth, a deep crimson blush rising on her cheeks visible due to the light given off by the fireplace.

“Okay bunny, I need to go get changed alright? i’ll be five minutes tops” I whispered between us, leaving kisses on her chest which was exposed by her wide neck tank top.

“C-can I come watch?” She whined, her arms staying clasped together around my neck,

“And you call me the pervert”

[celestialdolll]

The King’s Lover (Part Two)

Note; Just want to credit @donutloverxo​ and @lizzygal​ as The series ‘A Royal Scandal’ really inspired me to write this and if you haven’t already, you should check it out. This is my first story so please go easy on me 😅

Part one

A/N; I’m so so sorry for how long this took. Life has been very busy and in all honesty I kept loosing motivation in writing this 😭. Also this part is more of a filler, the next part will have some more drama

Pairings; King!Steve Rogers X Black Female Reader

Summary; Veronica convinces Steve that Y/n is bad news but then realises the lies Regina spread and attempts to get y/n on board with speaking to Steve.

Warning; angst, mention of cheating, very very brief mention of sex, fainting, brief mention of anxiety,

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Veronica sat in her royal suit as she nervously waited for words that Steve had returned. Her mind had been a mess since the incident took place and despite her mothers assurance she still felt a pit in her stomach. She loved Steve and only wanted the best for him like he did her. He always had her back and looked out for her. She was just doing the same. Right?

“Mother.. are you sure this is a good idea? Wouldn't it be better to just tell Steve the truth?” Veronica questioned, still hesitant about the plan the queen mother came up with.

“Veronica, what is it that you cannot grasp? Like I have said countless times, Steve is too stubborn to listen to reason and you haven’t seen the way he looks at her. He’s too infatuated to see sense. We must intervene!”

“Okay okay, I’m just worried about him, that’s all.” She sighed exasperated. Regina was being relentless about this and as cold as she could be, Veronica felt that deep down she truly did care for Steve. 

With a heavy heart she gingerly took off the diamond tennis bracelet of her delicate wrist. “You should use this bracelet. Steve gave this to me on my 16th birthday. He knows how much I treasure it.”

Regina eagerly took the bracelet out of her dainty hands. It was perfect. 

“Now, I will have someone plant it whilst you go and speak to Steve. And remember, we are doing this to protect him, okay?”

“Whatever you say mother”

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Steve could swear he had never felt so giddy. You had left a few minutes ago and after seeing you off he had to go back to his office to do some work. Except he couldn’t. Here he was, a 36 year old man acting like a love struck 16 year old but that was how you made him feel. He was so lost in his thoughts about you he didn't hear the gentle knocking on his doors.

“Steve?” 

Slightly startled he quickly turned his attention to the grand oak doors that were slightly ajared as his sister poked her head through. “Veronica? What are you doing?” He chuckled, “Is everything alright?”

As she slowly let herself in, Steve could feel the joyous atmosphere die down from the forlorn look on her face. 

“I have come to learn that you have taken up a new lover.”

“Oh, yes. Look I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you before but we wanted to keep things to ourselves for now” he said as he slowly stood up from his seat, walking over to his young sister.

“Let me guess, it her idea to keep the relationship secret? She didn’t want others to know about you two, did she? Is that not suspicious to you?”

The only emotions Steve felt in this moment was a mixture of confusion and surprise. He had a feeling that once he spoke to Veronica about the relationship she would be a little upset but he never expected her to be like this.

“Suspicious?”

“Yes, suspicious!” She responded curtly, she needed him to really listen. All veronica could really hear was her mother in her ear demanding her to get this part done. Regina would be the one to handle the rest. “She stole my bracelet! The maids told me they saw her do it. Ask them yourself!”

“Y/n? Stealing? Are you sure about this because she would never do that? That’s not who she is!”

“Do you really think I’m lying? And do you really know who she is?” She questioned incredulously.

Steve faltered at the last question. You had spent countless nights together just talking, getting to know each other. There were times where he’d stay over at your apartment, fucking, then cuddling and eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. He cherished nights like these.

“I think she’s using you Steve”, she spoke solemnly, “If you don’t believe what I’m saying then go to her place, check her bag. If it’s not there then maybe the maids lied and I got it wrong. If it’s not, well, I think you know what that would mean.”

Sighing, Steve sat back down in his seat at his desk. His eyes were closed shut as his hands massaged the sides of his head. A part of him wanted to completely ignore his sister’s accusations, after all it was him that spent months upon months being with you. Not her. He knew you inside out and was convinced you were it for him. He wanted no other, only you. 

Yet there was another part of him, the rational side, that knew it was better to attempt to find out if the accusations against you had any merit. The thought of you betraying him like that, or playing him gave him major anxiety and hugely angered him. The more he thought about it the more agitated it made him. Your relationship being a lie was heartbreaking yet not completely impossible despite how much it hurt to think about.

“Steve?”

“Fine”, He spoke, his tone hard and cold, “I will go find out for myself.”

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“Ma’m, the King has arrived just now.” 

“Oh why thank you Katie, I will go see him now!”, Veronica cried.

As she reached the grand oak doors she couldn't help but overhear some faint sniffles making her heart drop and her anxiety rise. Hesitantly, she knocked on the hardwood, sighing when she heard no response. 

“Steve, I-I’m going to come in now.”, she softly spoke before pushing open one of the doors, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the sight of her brother.

His eyes were bloodshot and still shone as tears pooled in his eyes. His cheeks were covered with red blotches. His hair was untainted with stray strands pointing out in different directions, it was obvious he had been anxiously running his hands through it. His large hands shook uncontrollably as he held them together, attempting to console himself. He looked so broken. 

“How could she do this to me? I gave her all my love, attention, my everything. Just for her to use me for some money? The worst part about it is that if she had asked for money I would've happily handed it to her.”, He chuckled humorlessly. 

“Steve listen to me, I know it hurts like crazy right now but you will recover. You're so strong! You have done the hard part now.”

She slowly stepped towards him before taking his hands into hers, gripping them tightly as they trembled.

“Oh Stevie!”, Regina cried out as she entered the suit, oak doors swinging open as she strided in.

“Veronica told me all about the situation! How are you doing my love?”

Steve couldn't help but mentally facepalm as his mother walked in. She was the last person he wanted to see.

“Regina do me a favor, stop acting like you give a shit and get out of my sight. I’m really not in the mood.”

The tension in the room was immense which made Veronica feel extremely uncomfortable. Steve and Regina never really got along but their relationship completely broke down around the time when he was 10, when he found out that she had been having a 15 year affair. The whole situation was extremely stressful for the young child and left him feeling heartbroken and frankly traumatised. His entire view of his family was completely warped afterwards and almost had him convinced that the King was not his true father. The only father he ever knew.

Luckily he and his father did a DNA test which proved that they were in fact father and son. However Regina certainly didn't help the ordeal as she showed no remorse or care for the damage she caused both with her husband and her son.

“How dare you! I am still your mother, you will show me the respect I deserve!”

“The fact that I haven't thrown off to the curb so far is something you should be extremely thankful for. I see the snake you are and I want you out of here! Now! Leave before I say or do something we'll both regret Regina.”

With a frustrated scoff the Queen Mother stormed out the room, not before giving her son an angry scowl. How could he be so ungrateful? After all the things she had done to protect him all his life. Just to treat her this way. 

This whole situation with y/n had been an annoyance to her but after that performance from her son, she could help but feel that maybe he deserved the pain he felt. He should've been smarter anyways. It was his job to put the crown first so the fact that he ever thought that y/n would be an appropriate fit for the family was appalling to her. He needed to grow up.

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Three weeks later 

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You tiredly groaned as you turned to your side, clambering to reach for your phone, subsequently knocking it off your bedside table. Forcing your eyes to open, you sluggishly stretched your arm to pick it up before turning the alarm off with a sigh.

It was 7:40 am which meant you had about 20 minutes get your ass out of bed and go to work.

Great.

As you slowly got ready you couldn't help but notice the way your heart dropped when you remembered what happened. This would occur literally every morning. You would wake up and go about your day before you thought of Steve. It was like his presence was tattooed in your life and you could not remove him. No matter how hard you tried. 

You sighed with a heavy heart before making your way out of your apartment building and made your way to the cafe. It was a small, cute building on the corner of a street and since its opening 4 years ago, it had proven to be a popular place for people to come to. 

Walking in you saw the building was not very busy which was lucky for you as you couldn't deal with too many customers at this time in the morning. There was a very calm atmosphere which you were thankful for, yet, you still couldn't shake the feeling of sadness as Steve came into your brain. Again.

Internally groaning, you put on your apron before standing at the till leaning on the counter with a scowl on your face.

“Hey Hon, what has you so down? Is it that ex of yours?”, your best friend and coworker Amala asked. She knew you were in a relationship but you never explicitly told her that it was Steve despite how much you wanted to. It was just that you and Steve had agreed to keep your relationship secret and you would never betray him or break a promise like that.

‘Despite what he so clearly thinks.’, you thought bitterly.

After Steve stormed out your apartment you immediately phoned her and she came round to console you, even staying the night to make sure you were alright. She was very concerned especially with seeing how distraught you were and she didn't even know the whole story. She still didn’t. For some reason you just could not bring yourself to tell her everything.

“It's been three weeks but I can't seem to get over it, what's wrong with me?” You chuckled bitterly.

“Hey, I saw how upset you were that night. Anyone can see how much you cared about him. You’ll recover eventually and it's his loss.”

“Yea yea I know, it’s just-”

“Amala! I need you in the back!” The manager called.

“I’m coming! I’ll speak to you later okay?” You swiftly nodded in return before watching her rush into the back.

“Hello, are you y/n?” A soft voice spoke out, grabbing your attention. It was a lady who appeared to be in her mid twenties. She wore large dark sunglasses and had a scarf over her head which partly covered the top of her long blonde hair. She was also covered in a large, beige trench coat that reached her ankles letting her black kitten heels be seen.

“Umm yea that's me. Can I help you?”

“Yes! Oh do you think I could speak to you privately? It's very important!”

Frankly bewildered you wanted to turn her down knowing full well that if the manager came out and saw you off the counter you would get an ear full. However there was something about her eagerness and the mystic about her that had you intrigued about what she wanted to say.

With a deep sigh, you ultimately agreed.

You both walked out to the back as she continued to emphasise the importance of keeping the conversation private.

“I came to speak to you about Steve.” She said before removing her sunglasses. Stunned by her admission you quickly began to recognise who she really was.

“Princess Veronica!” You exclaimed incredulously.

“I Am not exactly sure what Steve said to you that night but it is truly all my fault! Me and mother were the ones that tried to break you two apart. She told me yo were using Steve and just hurting him and me being the idiot that I am, I blindly believed her. I am so sorry y/n! I should have known better.”

“You broke us apart? What does that even mean? The last time I spoke to Steve he was angry with me for no reason, I don’t even know what really happened!” 

“Mother planted my bracelet in your apartment and then I told Steve that you stole it. Again I am so sorry y/n.” She said whilst she shook her head in shame.

You closed your eyes as everything started to make sense. For weeks you had been so confused by the entire situation. For weeks you had felt lost. For weeks you questioned your worth and your actions trying to figure out what was wrong with you that made him so pissed. 

“Steve really misses you.” Veronica softly spoke when you didn’t reply. “I have never seen him this upset and hurt. He is so different now, you made him so happy and without you I don’t think he knows what to do. He needs you y/n. I know he feels so guilty and whilst I don’t exactly know what was said I can tell it was bad.”

“That’s not my problem.” You whispered, your voice emotionless.

“Y/n please. I have tried to speak to him, tell him the truth but he won't speak to anyone. He's locked himself away and all he does is work. It is not healthy. He is not doing well at all. I know you still love him, I am just asking that you two talk. You are good for each other. Please don’t give each other up just because of my mistake!”

You shook your head before walking away, fully done with the conversation. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you felt a wave of anxiety hit you. This was the last thing you needed. Of course you still loved Steve but could you two really move on? Yes he didn't know the truth but that doesn't make the things he said less hurtful at all.

Veronica came back in and attempted to speak to you before you waved her away and began wiping some of the tables. You couldn't deal with her at that moment and she stayed for a good 40 minutes before walking away. She could tell you were too upset and figured giving you some space for the time being was a good idea.

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It turned out to be a long day as you had two shifts at work and did some babysitting for one of your friends as her and her partner decided to go out for a few hours. And now it was 7:30 pm and you were walking home with multiple shopping bags in your hands. 

You were absolutely knackered and you couldn't wait to go home and finally go to sleep. You also just wanted to forget your situation with Steve which somehow became more complicated which frustrated you to no end. Weirdly things felt easier when you were grieving over the relationship but after hearing what Veronica said you felt a little nagging feeling of hope and that was the last thing you needed from all this. Regardless of the details Steve still said what he said. And he meant it. That’s what hurt you the most. 

Does she really expect you to be the one that goes over and tries to sort things out? At the end of the day he is the one that broke your heart. If he really loved you then he would be the one to fix things, but from the way Veronica spoke about how he was acting it seemed very unlikely.

As you continued to walk a feeling of extreme uneasiness took over you.Your balance staggered and your ears started to ring before you slowly collapsed onto the hard concrete, completely blacking out.

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The first thing you noticed as you arose from your slumber was the brightness that burned your eyes. Your eyes could barely focus on your surroundings, the sound of repeated beeping filled your ears and you honestly felt like complete and utter shit.

“y/n? Are you awake?” A deep voice gently asked before you felt a warm hand cup the side of your face, stroking your cheek with their thumb.

Your eyes continued to flutter before you were able to register the person holding onto you.

“Steve?”

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