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uchihaclansslutt · 2 years

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i have writer's block so instead of writing for teotw, i'm feeding everyone with one-shots and drabbles :) plus, this oneshot has been on hold ever since this summer 😭 just had to complete it

mr.reckless; terushima yuuji

things to know: one-shot, fem!reader, fluff, angst, idk theyre in college ig, mcd, lowercase intended, suggestive language, the concept of futakuchi, daishou and teru being friends, ending's heavily inspired by in another life

you were pissed. so fucking pissed.

you were heading back to your dorm building after a late swim practice when you jolted and hit your steering wheel. someone had crashed into the rear end of your car. it wasn't serious but it was enough to cause your lip to bleed.

immediately, some rather tall guy with an undercut and dyed blond hair approached your door. he knocked on your window and you proceeded to roll it down. you noted that he was your age.

upon taking a better look at him, you noticed he had multiple ear piercings, a typical black, frat boy zip up and rings flooding his fingers. there was no denying he was attractive regardless of how much it was taking for you to not run over him.

"i am so, so, so sorry," he apologized profusely. you noticed his almond-coloured eyes gazed down to your bloody lips. he squirmed—not literally but his face showed it.

he pointed at the wheel with his eyes and back to you. "was that because-"

"yes. it was," you continued for him, touching some of the blood with the tip of your fingers. you looked away from him in order to find a wipe to clean your hands that were now coated in red.

to your surprise, the new person you just encountered happened to have a tissue in his pockets. who knows how long it's been in there for. he gestured for you to place your hand in his and he cleaned the blood off your fingertips. not so long after, he proceeded to wipe the blood off your lip using his thumb.

his actions made you smile. it also left you an open opportunity to tease him for it. "so you crashed into my car and now you're trying to seduce me?"

you decided you weren't going to report the minor accident because he was about your age. you weren't aware of his financial status or anything but you knew how annoying college fees were already, this could have just made things worse for him.

but, if you weren't going to give him a hard time with the crash, you definitely were going to torment him using this.

"huh?! do i look like that kinda guy?" he raised a brow and was taken back, looking a tad bit offended.

you shot a look at him, head-to-toe. he had grey sweatpants on, the black zip-up and rings you noticed earlier, you also saw a tongue piercing amongst the other piercings. you stared for a moment before nodding. "yeah. you do," you deadpanned.

before he could retaliate, one of his friends from his vehicle started yelling. "teru, are you done yet!?"

"yeah, one second!" he responded. he pulled out his phone and held it in front of you. "what's your number? we'll talk about this later, yeah?"

you took it from him and dialled your number, giving it a missed call. "what's your name?" you asked in order to create a contact.

"yuuji. terushima yuuji."

it was very faint but you were sure you've heard it. you pondered for a moment, "terushima yuuji, huh? i've heard the name before, i just can't figure it out."

terushima chuckled a bit before walking backwards from your vehicle. "i have a lecture with you. pay attention to your surroundings, princess."

you stuck your head out the window as he jogged back to his car. "says the one who hit a car!"

he shared a smile with you one last time before driving away.

you got out of your car to see the damages. it wasn't that bad, besides the fact your hood was severely dented. it shouldn't be a problem.

the next day, you ended up getting to class using uber. you decided to get in touch with terushima before you figured out what you wanted to do with your car.

just as you were about to text him about the minor crash, you felt someone's presence beside you. well, they wanted to make it clear they were near you.

speak of the devil—there he was. this must've been the class he was talking about.

"i was just about to text you," you said, showing him your phone.

yuuji made an 'o' with his mouth while taking his bag off his shoulder to take out his books, "missed me?"

you tried your best to suppress your facial expressions. now that was stupid. "no," you grinned. "have you forgotten you messed up my car? i was just going to ask if you knew a place that could fix that."

"i know a place. here, how about we go down there tonight," he offered politely. "i got the expenses covered though."

you smiled. he was nice, you felt bad for assuming he was a typical frat boy. well, he could act like one sometimes. "thanks. but there's no need, i promise-"

he cut you off. "nope. like you said, i'm the one that did it. i mean, paying for the expenses- it's the bare minimum." before you could argue, the professor came in and the class began.

the lecture was three hours long, like always. however, it wasn't so bad because the stupid blond was beside you.

at one point, he stopped taking notes and intentionally disconnected to wifi just so he could play that dinosaur game. what a dork.

terushima also ended up sending you imessage games throughout the lecture. you swore, you would've diverted your attention to your professor if she hadn't gone over this lesson before.

you greeted your professor goodbye and headed out alongside terushima. it was evident his friends were around the corner as they dressed similarly and were loud as shit.

"text me the address. i'll get there on my own," you reminded him before trying to walk away.

he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. "huh? no, you send me your address and then follow my directions."

you sighed. "terushima, i refuse to let you pay."

"do you want you car fixed or not?" you didn't reply, he took your silence as an answer. "good. i'll see you tonight at your place then."

you hated this. you never wanted this to be more complicated than it actually was—and it wasn't. you nodded and the two of you were about to go your separate ways untill you heard him yell across the hall.

"oh, and! call me yuu instead!"

you did as he said. you sent him your dorm building's address as soon as you got back. you decided to finish any pending assignments or notes before he came.

you got the text as soon as you finished showering too.

'I'm outside'

rushing out your room, you got onto the lift and outside to see him. you unlocked your vehicle and started following him.

you trailed his jet black, matte corvette into the night. part of you thought you were being too generous by refusing to let him pay for the damages he caused.

the two of you reached this garage surrounded by diners, gas stations, restaurants, convenience stores, anything that would fit the aspect of a boring city.

you two walk in and you're greeted by a beautiful guy. he had brown, messy, straight hair and the same coloured eyes.

"my man! this is..." he started but paused immediately. he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "i don't know your name."

you closed your eyes shut. what the fuck. "it's-"

"oh hey l/n. it's been a while," the brown-haired guy smiled.

"hey kenji," you replied with a reciprocating grin.

terushima's eyes widened, "this is l/n and i need you to fix her car," he said, now holding onto kenji's hands. "please, please, please."

you stood there in disbelief. you almost laughed honestly. he didn't know your name and only repeated it after futakuchi did.

you've known futakuchi kenji for a while now. you went to high school with him. you two weren't close but you were associated with a similar friend group, therefore, it made him your acquaintance.

"where's the car?" he asked. he got lead by you to your car. terushima spiked a conversation with him while getting there.

he glared at the car, back to you and back to yuuji. "you did this, didn't you?" terushima nodded slowly and nervously. futakuchi sighed, "it'll take some time to fix that up. maybe a week, maybe more."

"that's fine by me. i'll uber," you complied.

once again, terushima felt bad for the inconvenience he caused. "what? no? i'll drop you off to your classes. i mean, we have some in common."

"well, there you go! i'll get daishou and the other boys to start on it," kenji stated before either of you could argue again. "teru, it's 130,000 yen. stop fucking up cars."

"sorry kenji," he apologized, dragging the 'sorry' like a child.

he chuckled, "it's for your safety. otherwise i could care less. i mean, you're keeping us in business with your recklessness."

that was one thing about futakuchi. he always knew how to lighten the mood and everyone appreciated him for it. even if he was a prick sometimes.

you got into terushima's car—no. he opened the passenger door for you and offered to drive you home, again.

"where are you getting 130,000 yen from?" you asked curiously while the answer was quite literally in front of you.

his corvette's interior looked like it was the latest model. he had money coming in from somewhere.

"uhh," he started, trying to sound as modest as he could. "my parents are kinda rich? i mean i work too, but they don't let me use my money. it's in my savings for more important investments i guess."

that was nice of them. you'd wished you started saving your money to invest in your future. "where do you work?"

"at an ice cream parlour. i've been working there ever since high school." his lips were slowly curling into a smile. "i like the people there. especially this one old lady that comes in."

you've never seen this side of terushima. ever since you encountered him (which wasn't so long ago), you just thought of him as a playboy because of how he presented himself.

you weren't necessarily wrong. he was one. but he just didn't seem to be the kind of guy that worked at an ice cream parlour when he was practically loaded.

"is it open right now?" you asked.

he nodded, "24/7."

"take me there, i want some ice cream."

the two of you arrived at this small ice cream parlor. it looked plain on the outside but as soon as you walked in, there was colour everywhere.

black and white tiles, pink, red and purple seats, red booths. it was well organized too, definitely put a lot of thought behind it.

"hey! hana, kazuma!" yuuji called to the two people working there.

hana had short brown hair accompanied by short bangs as well. her eyes were the same colour as her hair. she was very well put together and seemed quiet as she nervously waved back.

"hey teru."

kazuma on the other hand was the opposite. he was much taller than her and had messy brown hair. he had a smug look on his face.

terushima pulled out a chair in one of the booths. "take a seat."

you did as he said while kazuma came along not so long after. "you guys wanna order something?"

"just get me a vanilla scoop and um.." he paused and looked at you. "what do you want l/n? name whatever, we have it."

you wanted to challenge his statement so you tried to think of an ice cream you don't usually see at parlors. "mocha macchiato?"

you eyed terushima. he had his hands holding up his chin while he looked at kazuma. you saw him glance at you before looking back at his friend.

"coming right up."

kazuma left and yuuji could not keep his eyes off you. "caffeine fiend?"

you smiled, "oh, of course i am. the worst."

"just letting you know though," he smirked, "starbucks is nothing compared to this place."

"yeah? i won't doubt it."

his friend came back with the ice cream rather quickly. "vanilla for you and a mocha macchiato for the pretty girl."

terushima scrunched his brows at his friend and kicked him from underneath the table. it got him to scurry off, but as he did, he was giggling.

before you tasted the ice cream, terushima stopped you. "say," he begun. you can tell he had some ulterior motive as his smile looked malicious. "if you like the ice cream, how about you go on a date with me?"

you looked at him and the ice cream in your grasp. "thats a little unfair, don't you think? everyone likes ice cream."

you swirled the dessert with your spoon and picked it up, moving the spoon closer to yuuji's mouth. "plus, i think i can consider this as a date," you smiled.

he was stunned. you were just as smooth as terushima was and he loved the energy you returned.

"she has more game than you do!" kazuma yelled as hana snickered beside him. the both of them were watching you the entire time.

what made you laugh though was how offended terushima looked. "you're gonna catch it."

the two of them chased each other around the empty ice cream parlour.

hana walked up to the booth and sat across from you. "i think he really likes you," she mentioned.

you brushed it off. "pfftt. i don't think he's serious."

"i think he is," she continued. "don't take this the wrong way but he's been with a lot of girls. he's never brought any of them here except for you."

you kinda expected he'd have a lineup of other girls. it was pretty obvious. but what hana told you did make you feel a tad bit more special until you remembered. "i asked him to bring me here though."

"it makes no difference, l/n. he told you where he works, he never does that." she smiled at you, "he likes you. he's your dumbass now."

and hana was right. he was head over heels for you.

after leaving the parlour, yuuji confessed you had his attention way before the minor accident.

it made you wonder why he would be so interested in you. it's not like you were noticeable, you never attended parties, neither were you popular. all you did was sit in class and take notes. you also just happened to be on the swim team but it was never anything more than that.

you didn't think you were special, but he still made you feel as if you were.

terushima insisted on dropping you off again. he parked in front of your dorm building. "here we are."

"i had fun today. after a really long time actually," you said. "thank you for everything terushima."

"i told you to call me yuu, l/n."

"okay yuu," you exaggerated while smiling. "you can call me y/n."

the both of you were closer than you realized. still sharing smiles, he graced your cheek. you looked down at his lips and back into his sparkling almond eyes again.

you tilted your head a little and he did the same. before you knew it, you slowly attached your lips to his. the prolonged tension and compatibility led to this moment.

he cupped your face with both his hands as yours rested on his chest. you could've sworn you felt his heart beating rapidly—it was insane. you could taste the hint of vanilla ice cream on his lips as the two of you moved in sync, passionately kissing each other.

"hi," he smiled once you two pulled out of the long lasting kiss.

you were trapped in his eyes. they were so bright you could see your reflection in them. you accidentally glanced at the time projecting in his car and didn't think it would be so late. 2:22am. time passed by so quickly around him.

you lightly tapped terushima's chest and laughed. "look at the time."

he let go of your cheeks and sighed while tilting his head back. his jawline was a sight to see.

"please drive safely. i'll see you tomorrow." you kissed his cheek one last time before leaving. "good night, yuu."

you were his, at last.

terushima and you had been dating for approximately a year, a little more. he changed his ways for you and adapted to whichever schedule you had.

you did the same though. you decided to start getting out of your comfort zone for him, started befriending his friends such as futakuchi, daishou, and kazuma. you were naturally closer with hana though because you were both sick of the boys' shenanigans.

you started letting your social butterfly loose again. along with being a top student, you learned how to balance your extracurriculars and personal time all thanks to terushima.

he would get you to tag along with him to parties he'd been invited to, even if he wasn't allowed a plus one.

you were grateful for him.

terushima yuuji was probably the best thing that had ever happened to you.

"you look good," you called out seeing your boyfriend dressed a slight bit decent. terushima looked good regardless, it was a part of his charm.

"hey," he greeted, pecking your lips quickly. "i'm going out, it's kazuma's birthday today. i know you don't really like parties but do you wanna come with me?"

"i'd love to yuu, but i have a shit ton of work to do tonight." you felt bad for declining the offer. you genuinely wished you could go out with yuuji but you couldn't afford to do so. you had a huge test the next day and a lot of cramming to do.

"tell him i said happy birthday though," you smiled.

he returned it. "i'll stop by later if you're still awake. i love you-"

your eyes widened and his did as well. you weren't expecting to hear it coming from him.

"shit," he cursed, thinking your reaction was a negative one. "it just came out, i'm sorry. you don't have to-"

you shut him up by pressing your lips on his. it eased him and you could tell by the way his hands naturally found your waist.

"stop freaking out yuu." you held his face close to yours. he smiled against your skin, glad he didn't mess anything up between you two. "i'll see you tonight. have fun and stay safe, okay?"

he kissed you again before walking out the front door. you waved and he did the same back.

you honestly didn't even realize when you fell asleep. the first thing you did was turn your phone front side up again to check the time. 3:43am.

shit. you had a few more hours until your test and you fell asleep in the midst of studying.

not to mention, you were supposed to see teru as soon as the party was over.

you felt so bad for falling asleep on him. you unlocked your phone to check if he sent you anything, but there was nothing there.

well, you didn't have to feel bad anymore. perhaps the party didn't end yet. but considering it was a wednesday, you'd assume terushima would be a little more responsible to come back earlier.

you weren't bothered though, it was one of his best friend's birthday anyway. you completely understood.

it wasn't until a few seconds later when other texts started flooding your phone.

why?

the first chat you decided to read was kazuma's. you thought you were going to see videos or pictures of your boyfriend being stupid, if not, a 'thank you' after you wished him happy birthday.

but oh, you were so wrong.

'something bad happened y/n'

'answer your phone'

'please'

'teru got into an accident'

you quickly checked your call log and saw kazuma called you twenty-seven times. you slept through it all.

the second chat you looked through was futakuchi's.

'i'm so sorry y/n'

no. this couldn't be happening. your hands couldn't stop shaking.

you quickly called kazuma. he didn't pick up until the second call. "kazuma, please tell me this is some sick joke."

his voice was shaking and he was definitely crying. "y/n, you need to come to the hospital right now. it's bad."

"i'm on my way." you got up as fast as you could, not bothering to change or grabbing a coat. you snatched your car keys off the table and ran out the room.

you couldn't afford to get on the lift, it would've taken way too much time so you ran down the stairs. "kazuma, are you still there?" he responded, thankfully he refused to get off the phone with you. "you have to make sure yuu's awake. at least until i get there, please."

he heard how desperate you were over the phone—the sounds of you running down floors, your keys jingling and your breath becoming staggered as you cussed.

you got into your car and rushed to the hospital kazuma told you to reach. "what exactly happened? please be honest with me."

"i'm so sorry y/n-"

"kazuma! snap out of it and stop saying sorry. nothing's going to happen to him," you yelled. "tell me what the fuck happened."

he sniffled, "he left the house at around 1am. w-we were watching him up until the lights. when they turned green, he slowly started driving again b-but a truck just collided into him at full speed."

your eyes started getting watery. "please tell me he wasn't drinking."

"i swear, he was sober. he was telling me he was gonna see you after so he can't drink," kazuma explained. "but i think he was looking at his phone too. maybe texting you. i don't know- i don't know what to do y/n."

your heart sunk and tears were falling onto your lap. you tried getting there as fast as you could—speeding, overtaking cars, shortcuts, anything that would get you there sooner.

he couldn't die on you. not like this. you still didn't tell him you loved him.

hospital parking lots and their fees pissed you off. you just needed to get in there as soon as you could so you parking at the side of the road, not caring about getting a ticket.

you practically sprinted into the hospital and reached the hall kazuma and the other's were located.

"where is he," you said quickly.

kazuma pointed weakly at the door across the hall. you walked towards it and peeked through the window.

there he was. terushima was surrounded by multiple doctors as they tried to stop the bleeding and trying to see if he'd wake up. he was in horrible shape to say the least.

you stepped away from the door, you can no longer look at your boyfriend in that position. it was killing you on the inside.

you slid down the wall and broke into tears. futakuchi and another friend of his and terushima's sat next to you.

he didn't know how to comfort you, but futakuchi sat next to you and pulled you into a hug. "he wouldn't wanna see you like this y/n."

kenji was right. you knew he was but the thought of terushima being in a critical situation in between life and death was tormenting you. you hated how you couldn't do anything to help him out of this mess.

if only you got out of your comfort zone and went to the party with him. the work and test did not matter to you anymore, you just wished you went with him.

maybe he wouldn't be in this shitty hospital right now.

hours passed by and no one came out of the operating room. it was starting to make you anxious but you knew you just had to wait this one out.

on the other side of the room, you took a good look at the other friend. you recognized the guy that resembled a snake.

it was daishou suguru, another person that was at the garage the same night you and terushima were consulting futakuchi. he also happened to previously go to school with you.

you were surprised you didn't notice him around and felt horrible about it. "sorry, hey daishou. i didn't see you there."

he opened his eyes again, he seemed to have been praying discreetly because he definitely was not napping. "don't worry about it. you were stressed."

down the hall, you saw kazuma pacing around. kenji and suguru looked in his direction and understood your concern. ultimately, daishou went to go calm him down as well because futakuchi was taking care of you.

it wasn't long until the doctors came out. they'd been in there for hours working nonstop trying to save terushima's life.

you eagerly got up and looked at the doctor waiting for an answer.

"we're sorry. he didn't make it."

you stayed in bed, heartbroken in despair for a week. you didn't want to face anyone or attend class anymore—you knew that empty seat in class would cause you an excelling amount of pain.

hana would bring over food for you because she knew you weren't eating properly. she'd often bring kazuma with her so the both of you can heal together.

kazuma couldn't look you in the eyes for a while. he thought it was his fault while you thought it was yours. you had to have a conversation with him one-on-one for him to finally get over the guilt.

daishou and futakuchi would come over together. they'd come over to check up on you and usually ended up making you smile the most with their snarky and rude comments towards each other.

you missed him. you missed his smile that lit up the room, his eyes you would find yourself getting lost into, his presence that eased your soul. you would do anything to see him again.

you finally slept well after an entire week, but it came to an end when you jolted in your sleep.

you had a dream—a dream about yuuji.

your head was aching and your eyes were barely open. you turned to your front desk and looked at your phone. 4:44am.

when you turned around aiming to fall asleep again, you were startled by a figure.

it was blurred but you could make it out pretty damn well. terushima yuuji.

he had the same sparkling eyes, the same beautiful smile, his healthy hair was still in tact, and his touch felt so real.

he placed a hand on your jaw, caressing your cheeck gently.

you smiled at terushima, a single tear slid down your cheek and onto your pillow. you saw him scrunch his brows and shake his head in disapproval as he wiped the tear stain away.

"i love you," your voice trembled. "i love you so much yuuji."

he smiled ever so dearly.

"thank you for loving me, y/n."

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willsimpforanyone · 2 years

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hi! if you can, would you write leo valdez being friends with a socially anxious reader? the plot is up to you ig, have an awesome day/night!

i'm very socially anxious and i adore leo valdez so this is ideal for me lol

i'll do my best to make it neutral but spanish is a gendered language

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A curly-haired whirlwind blew through my cabin doorway and collapsed on my bed.

"Hola nene."

I smiled slightly, glancing up from my phone. "Greetings, destroyer of clean bedsheets." I nudged him with my knee. "Get off, you're probably covered in oil and grease."

Leo placed an offended hand on his chest, eyes wide in mock horror. "Perdón, you're so rude, that was one time!" He sat up, leaning over to see my phone screen. "Whatcha up to?"

"Nothing, to be honest." I clicked the screen off and tossed it on the pillow. "Waiting for the appropriate time to watch a movie."

Leo threw an arm round my shoulders. "Okay, I'm just throwing this out there..."

I held my breath. That was not a sentence that came before things I liked.

"...The Apollo kids are having a singalong by the campfire in like an hour, wanna come?"

My heartbeat was already increasing, palms already a little sweaty. "Oh, uh, I don't know-"

Leo turned so he was facing towards the side of my body. "Imma make it clear that you do not have to come, alright?" He poked my cheek to get me to turn my face to his. "Cariño, I wasn't asking because I need you to go with me, there's no obligation, I was only asking because it might be something you'd enjoy and I'd stay with you the whole time, promento."

I chewed my lip a little, feeling kind of stupid that the reassurance was really nice. There was no way I'd be able to go alone, but maybe with Leo I could deal with it?

"...I mean, you don't have to stay with me all the time, I can't ask that of you..."

His fist gently tapped my arm. "Hey, who am I?"

I grinned at him. "Isn't that Jason's line?"

Rolling his eyes, Leo grabbed my shoulders and shook me slightly. "Answer my question, idiota."

"You're my best friend." I smiled softly at him, shrugging off his hands.

"Exactly," he flicked my forehead. "And as your certified number one bestie, I'm saying I want to be around you, I like being around you and it would be cool if you'd come with me and judge Percy's singing with me round the campfire as the Apollo kids try to drown him out."

The kid made a pretty convincing argument. It would be dark in an hour anyway so I didn't need to worry too much about what I'd wear, I could disappear quietly if I wanted under the cover of shadows and voices...

"...and if I get overwhelmed, you'll come watch a disney movie with me?"

"And if you get overwhelmed, I'll watch as many disney movies as you want," Leo grinned. "Alright, I'll be back in-" he took out a pocket watch from his toolbelt and checked the time. "-exactly 49 minutes, okay? Then we'll head down to the campfire and I'll let you choose where we sit."

I nodded, happy to have an exact plan. "Thanks Leo, thanks for dealing with my shit."

That earned me another forehead flick. "No, it's not me dealing with your shit, it's us being amigos, alright? So shut up and let me leave so I can be back in 48 minutes."

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leo is one of my favourite pjo characters

thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoyed!

#leo #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez imagine #leo imagine #leo x reader #platonic leo valdez #platonic!reader #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo

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ladydeznutz · 3 years

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When He Loved Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: My first fic and it's angst that came into my head around 3am. I've always wanted to write fics, but I didn't like how I wrote and I was embarrassed. First time writing for others so I tried to keep away from using just she/her pronouns, but if that's what you'd like just lemme know

I can write for other fandoms, and imma make a list of the fandoms I like bc I have so many I forget. I'll also add some other things if it interests me. Not comfortable with nsfw just yet so apologies. Anyways, enjoy the fic ig and please give me criticism if you see something wrong

idk how tumblr works with spacing and all that so hopefully this comes decent looking

Prompt: Please, don't leave me.

TW: S**cide mention

Every day had started to feel the same to you for a while now.

It started when he began missing date nights with you. He was always so excited about them, and then they were happening less and less often. You still saw him on occasion, but it felt more like "business" than anything else.

You didn't get the same giddy feeling you used to get when you'd see him; it felt like going out with him was more of a chore. You couldn't even complain to him about it even if you wanted to. Anytime you did see him long enough, he was always gone within a second, always in a rush. You never knew what he even did with himself or if he was thinking about you at all.

It definitely didn't help that you'd always catch him hanging out with his friends. You confronted Ned about it, but he was always so dismissive. Hell, you had even talked to Michelle about the whole thing. At first, she sympathized, but then it was as if a switch was flipped. You used to go to her to vent about Peter and the relationship. Now, she was practically telling you that you were overreacting.

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You felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown.

Learning about a loved one's passing is always one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with, especially when it's someone you deeply care about.

You had just received the news that your best friend had killed himself a couple of hours ago.

You didn't know how to feel.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. There was no warning.

You and he had been friends since childhood, and you knew each other so well that neither one of you could even remember a time when the other wasn't around.

Your hands shook as you picked up the phone to call Peter. Your tears finally fell as you listened to the constant ringing of the phone, and you knew he wasn't going to answer. Rage grew within you as you heard his voicemail message causing you to throw your phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you fell to the ground and let out a wailed sob.

Why did this have to happen?

You could barely catch your breath between sobs.

Your body shook.

You didn't care about anything anymore.

You didn't care about Peter anymore.

----

Weeks had passed, and Peter was exhausted.

Tracking down a gang, taking them down, and meeting another Spider-Man had just been a lot for him to take in. He was so tired, he didn't even want to think about it anymore. His back ached as he climbed through his window.

He was just so damned tired.

He stripped out of his suit, took off his web-shooters, and placed them back in his closet. Then, he took a quick shower.

His job was a bit easier to have Ned and MJ know he was Spider-Man. Now he just had to tell you.

Peter stood in the middle of the room and weighed out what would happen. He felt sorry for lying to you, and he knew that he was being distant. He just didn't have the courage to deal with any of it because he was worried about you. He couldn't lose you too.

As Peter lied down to finally get some rest, he wondered how you were doing. Karen had said you tried calling him, but he couldn't answer he had been in the middle of a stakeout.

He got up and rummaged through his book bag to get his phone, turning it on to scroll through his messages. He sat up as he realized how many he had gotten. Had something happened?

As he scrolled through, his heart broke. So many people had posted about the loss of Jay and were gossiping about why he did it. When he finally went through them all, he looked at your one missed call and gulped.

You had called him that day, and he didn't pick up.

He clicked the voice mail and listened to the message. All that he could hear were your pained sniffles, a shout, and then the line cut off.

He felt sick as he replayed the message.

Peter already felt awful about lying to you; he had to fix this. He quickly texted you, put his web-shooters back on, and was ut the window.

He knew the way to your house, so it took him no time to et there. As he was getting ready to knock on your window, he did a double-take and took a closer look.

Someone was sitting in your room; it looked like he had been waiting for you. Peter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the guy. He was wearing a red and green jacket with shorts and sneakers. He also looked like he was wearing tights?

Suddenly, you walked into the room, so Peter backed away from the window to hide in the shadows. You seemed to be upset as you were wiping your eyes quite a bit.

"I'm sorry Miles. I didn't think I'd start crying like that," you said as you sat on your bed.

"Hey, it's okay," he replied as he stood up and moved closer to you. You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure. Peter didn't quite know how to react. Who was this? What was going on?

"I just...he..." you groan out in frustration as you grip your hair. Miles' eyes widen as he sees tears start flowing from your eyes again.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug as you shake your head.

"It's complicated, and besides, that's what our therapy's for" you chuckle dryly. Miles' eyes wander the room as he tries to think of something to do to cheer you up. "How 'bout we go out tonight?" he suggests.

"I don't like the tone of that voice" you sass as you turn to give him a look. Peter watches Miles turn around, and his eyes widen. Miles was wearing a suit, a Spider-Man suit. The same Spider-Man he saw the other week.

"Any place you wanna go to, we'll go" he adds with a cheeky smile. "Really? You're not busy?" You cross your arms as you stare him down.

"Nah, night's been quiet. Besides, I might be busy tomorrow, then you'd miss your favorite person in the world" he winks as you begin to smile. Peter's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He thwipped a web to the building across from yours and sat down on the edge of the roof. Pulling out his phone, he sent you a text.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Giggling could be heard from across the street. Peter looked up and bit his lip as you glanced at your phone and threw it on your bed. You got onto Miles' back, and you both swung away.

----

After you tried calling Peter that day, you stopped reaching out to him altogether. You decided that you'd wait to talk to him until he finally realized you weren't there. It had been about five weeks, and in those five weeks, you had gone to therapy and counseling.

You met Miles in counseling. He was sweet but seemed to get off topic a lot. When you were getting ready to leave one session, he had come up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, and let out a simple "Hey." One thing led to another, and you had both bonded over your losses. You went to Miles' uncle's funeral, and he went to Jay's funeral with you.

You were currently sitting on a swing at the playground as you waited for Peter. It was taking him forever to show, and at this point, you wanted to get this whole conversation over with.

Frowning, you looked around, wondering why he was taking so long. He should've been here by now. Maybe he decided not to come after all.

When that thought crossed your mind, you scoffed and stood up. Before you could go anywhere, however, you felt someone gently grab your hand. Looking back, you saw Peter staring at you with a small smile on his face.

"You came."

"Of course I did"

Peter pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around you. You take a deep breath as you stare off towards the slide. He pulls away when he realizes you're not hugging him back. The both of you pull away awkwardly as you look at each other.

"Peter-" "(Y/N)-" both of you speak at the same time.

"I- I have o tell you something" he starts with a stutter. You wait patiently as you motion for him to continue. "I know th-that I've been....not here for you for a while-" he cuts himself off when he hears you scoff.

"I.....I had these things, and I should've told you as soon as we started dating, and I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole, more than that actually" you roll your eyes and shake your head as he continues.

"I just.....I love you, and I want you to know that even though I don't show it a lot" he finishes as he rubs the back of his head nervously.

The good thing about coming to this park was that there was usually no one here, and you were glad no one was here right now because boy were you fuming. "Told me about what Parker?" Your hand goes to your hip as you glare at him.

"W-Well....uhm......that guy that you talk to.......I'm like him I guess. Spider-Man." Your eyes widen when you hear the first part. "How the hell do you know I've been talking to someone?"

Peter stumbles with his words as he realizes he's been caught red-handed, "Uh...I was gonna visit yesterday, and I kinda....saw you..talking to him....." You narrow your eyes as you pick up a stick and throw it at him. He ducked before he could get hit, but you were already in his face.

"You were spying on me?!"

"I-I wasn't trying to! I was just-"

"Christ Peter!" All this time of you not being here, and now all of a sudden you just wanna show up out of nowhere because of what?! Jay?! Is that why you're finally talking to me?!" Panic stirs in Peter's eyes as he tries to come up with an excuse.

"I tried so hard to get you to talk to me, and you only wanna talk now because of that shit?! Peter, I can't do this shit with you anymore. I don't care if you're Spider-Man; what was the point of not telling me in the first place?! We live in New York for God's sake!!"

Your face is red as you frustratingly wipe away your tears with your forearm. Peter stays silent as he watches you; he can't say anything right now because you've hit the nail on the head.

"Y-You know what, fuck this. I can't do this shit any-anymore, Peter. But please tel-tell me; w-what did I do wrong? I di-did my best to keep both of us h-h-happy. Please, just tell me what I did wr-wrong." Your words are barely recognizable as you hold yourself to keep you're shaking body still.

Peter steps forward, but instead of stopping him like he thought you would, he cups your face gently as he looks into your eyes.

"(Y/N).....I'm so sorry I made you think this was all your fault. You did make me happy; you still do. I just...I've been so busy being Spider-man that I've neglected you, and I'm sorry for that. But I do still love you, (Y/N). I swear I'll stop doing everything just for you. I-I'll give up being Spider-Man."

You watch him unravel as he keeps talking. You can't bring yourself to care, however, as he spills his heart out. Too much disappointment has built up over the months.

"Pete...."

"Please......(Y/N), just give me another chance. I'll do anything, just please, don't leave me." His voice is soft and insecure as he begs you, almost quivering as he says it. It doesn't invoke any sort of feeling in you though. His sad eyes watch as you pull away from him,

"I'm sorry Peter" you whisper softly as you turn around and walk away.

He doesn't run after you or even shout.

Peter simply watches you walk away until you're out of view. The only thing he can hear is your footsteps as they fade into the distance.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Alright so...this whole thing was based on how I could see him being Spider-Man in the beginning ig? Imo I feel like between him and Miles, the latter would be the first to tell you he's Spider-Man

And I always felt like him being away like that with no real reason would make an s/o feel like it's their fault or sumn. Like, I've always seen fics where he and the reader always make up about it, but I wanted to try the bad ending where even though he had good intentions, he's just not ready to handle being a hero, student, and partner.

#peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #miles morales #miles morales x reader #marvel mcu #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #peter parker imagine

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(requested by anonymous) “Reader and Finn have been best friends ever since they were at NXT. Reader have a crush on Finn but never express their feelings because she feels Finn only thinks of her as a friend. Until finally the reader dating Dolph and Finn began to realize his feelings. Reader first moved to RAW and started dating Dolph, 3 months later Finn also got a shake up to RAW. Dolph had to move to Smack Down and the reader and Dolph relationship ended because of that.”

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*** 3 months ago ***

“Finny!” you shout, running up to your best friend. Finn Balor turns around and looks at you.

He smiles and says, “Hey. What’s up? How’d the meeting go?”

You basically shout, “I’m moving to the Raw roster!”

Finn’s smile drops a bit but you don’t notice it. “Raw?” he asks. “I thought ya like it here on NXT.”

You look up at Finn and say, “Ya know that I’ve wanted to go to Raw for a while.”

“I know,” he says. “Ya haven’t been on NXT for that long and I thought ya liked it here.”

You say, “I can talk to Regal and to Vince to get ya moved to Raw with me.”

Finn shakes his head and says, “I’m staying here for a while. I had my time on Raw and they never used me right.”

You pout and say, “I’ll still come visit when I’m home. I’ll be home all the time, I promise.”

He smiles at you and says, “I’m proud of ya for being moved to Raw. Ya will be the best damn announcer that the red brand has ever seen.”

“And I better be the first person ya call after ya win the NXT title,” you say.”

You smile at your best friend and he says, “Of course. Ya will be the first person I call after I win the title.”

“I better be,” you say. “Maybe I’ll come back to NXT eventually but I’ll make sure to watch every week.”

You smile and hug Finn.

When you were told that you were being promoted to Raw, it was a bittersweet moment. You love NXT and you love the roster. Not to mention you don’t want to leave Finn, your best friend and crush since day one in NXT. You’re both from Ireland and have always stuck together. It’s how you became such close friends.

Now you’re leaving and you hate that you are.

***

*** present day - november 2019 ***

You sit in your dressing room, brushing out your long brunette hair. You hum quietly to yourself as you brush your hair.

There’s a soft knock on your door so you get up to answer it. You open the door, revealing your boyfriend Dolph Ziggler. “Hey,” you say, smiling. “I was just about to come see you.”

You have Dolph have been together since you moved to Raw three weeks ago. He asked you out the day you arrived and have been together since.

He kisses your cheek before walking into your dressing room. Dolph says, “The shake up is today and I was just told that I’m moving to the Smackdown roster.”

You look at Dolph and say, “I thought ya told them that ya wanted to stay on Raw.”

“I did tell them but they’re moving Bobby and I to Smackdown,” he says as you approach him. He looks down at you. “We’re going to be on different brands, Y/N.”

You hug him and say, “We’ll make it work, Dolph. We have to.”

He runs his fingers through your hair and say, “I would love to make it work, Y/N. I would love to, but you know what it’s like when couples work on different brands. It rarely ever works out.”

You look up at Dolph and ask, “What are ya saying, Dolph?”

Dolph says, “You know how much I like you and how much I like being with you, but we can’t be together if we’re on different brands. It never works out in the long run.”

“So you’re saying we should break up?” you ask.

He nods in response. “Maybe one day we can reconnect but right now, we can’t be together,” Dolph says.

For some reason, you’re not disappointed by this news. You like Dolph but you’ve always thought that there was someone better for you out there.

Someone like Finn Balor.

You miss Finn. You haven’t spoken in a month because of your schedules. He's been busy defending his title on NXT and you've been busy with being an announcer. You've tried to find time to talk to Finn but either he's busy or you're busy.

Dolph says, "I'll, uh, see you around, Y/N."

"Ya too, Dolph," you say. Dolph leaves your dressing room and you sigh. You go grab your phone and try calling Finn.

Finn doesn't answer, leaving you upset.

There's another knock on your door and you answer it. Triple H stands at your door. "Hi," you say, surprised. "Can I help ya with something?"

Triple H says, "Just coming by to drop off the card for tonight. Pierce is sick."

That's when it hits you. Triple H usually runs things surrounding the NXT brand. You ask, "Is NXT involved in something tonight?"

"Possibly," he says. "If I can get Vince's approval. This is the card with the matches on with that NXT is involved in."

You nod and take the card, reading over it.

Adam Cole versus Drew McIntyre. Lana and Dana Brooke versus Nia Jax and Shayna Baszler. Seth Rollins versus a mystery opponent is slated to be the main event tonight. "Who's Seth's opponent?" you ask.

Triple H says, "I don't know. He's issuing an open challenge tonight. That's all I know."

You nod and say, "Well, thank you for the card." He gives you a kind smile before walking off. You close the door and sigh.

NXT is getting involved and you can't help but wonder if one Irishman is going to be making an appearance.

To distract yourself, you get into the attire that was left in here for you. A lacey black dress that sparkles. Your shoulders and arms are the only parts of your body that can be seen under the dress because the lace is sheer. The dress falls to just above your knees.

A third person knocks on your door as you're about to do your makeup. You answer it, revealing your best friend, Becky Lynch. She smiles and says, "Look at ya. Looking all snazzy. I like the dress."

You smile and let her in. "Thank you," you say. "But I have no control over my wardrobe. The dress is kinda cute though."

Becky kind of laughs and sits down. You do your makeup as Becky says, "I heard Dolph's moving to Smackdown."

"Yeah, he is," you say. "He came in here and said that relationships don't really last when the couple is on two different rosters. Well, he said that it usually doesn't work out, so he ended it." You shrug.

Your best friend squints her eyes at you and says, "Ya don't seem that upset about it."

You do your eyeshadow and say, "I liked Dolph, but I always thought that there could be someone out there that's better for me."

As you speak, your mind wanders to Finn. You wonder how he's doing. You hope that maybe you'll catch a glimpse of him tonight. Maybe he'll be Seth's mystery opponent. You don't know.

Becky says, "Someone like Finn Balor? Because he's calling ya."

Quickly, you grab your phone that you threw on the couch and you answer the phone. "Finn?" you say as soon as you answer it."

"Hey," he says. "There's my favorite announcer. How ya doing?"

You smile and say, "Fine. I'm doing okay. How are ya doing?"

Finn says, "I've been better. I saw ya called and I wanted to see if something was wrong."

Becky points at you and mouths, "I knew it." You wave her off and say into the phone, "Nothing's wrong. I was just thinking about ya earlier so I thought I'd ring ya to see if ya were busy."

He says, "I'm a little busy but I have a second to talk."

"I was just getting ready for Raw but I can stop for a second," you say.

Finn laughs softly and says, "So, tell me about Dolph. Everything okay there? Ya seemed happy the last time we talked."

You say, "I, um, we kinda broke up. He's being moved to Smackdown because of the shakeup tonight."

He's quiet before he says, "Oh, that's terrible. I'm sorry."

You shrug and say, "It's fine. I know there's someone better for me out there." You glance at the time. "I have to go now but can I call ya later?"

"Yeah," he says. "Call me after Raw is over and we'll actually talk for more than a few minutes."

You smile and say, "Okay. I'll talk to ya later then."

You both say your goodbyes and you hang up the phone.

Becky says, "Tell me how long ya have had a thing for Finn Balor. I don't blame ya, by the way. That man is very attractive. Maybe not as attractive as Seth but still attractive."

You laugh and say, "I've had a thing for him since our NXT days. Basically since day one." You rub the back of your neck. "I'm sure he doesn't feel the same way about me though so I never said anything to him about it."

She laughs and says, "Tell him. You're single now and ya said that there was someone better than Dolph Ziggler out there for ya. What if that person is Finn?"

"He's not on this brand either," you say. "He's NXT champion so he wouldn't have time for me anyway."

Becky says, "Well, that's not true. When Seth was Universal Champion, he still had time for me."

You blink at her and say, "You and Seth were champions at the same time, Becky. You traveled together for press and everything."

She thinks for a second and says, "Yeah. That's very true. Okay, anyway. I have a match tonight against Asuka so Imma go get ready for that. I'll see ya out there."

You nod and finish getting ready for the show tonight.

***

There are five matches on the card tonight, plus the main event. The first match was Dana Brooke and Lana versus Shayna Baszler and Nia Jax. Shayna and Nia won.

The next match was Becky versus Asuka for the title. Asuka retained, which left Becky mad.

The third match was a six-man tag match, with three teams of two. Xavier Woods and Kofi Kingston are a team against the teams of my now ex-boyfriend Dolph Ziggler and Robert Roode and two members of the Undisputed Era, Kyle O'Reilly and Roderick Strong. It's basically a mini Survivor Series match, minus the eliminations. The stipulation is if the Undisputed Era loses, they stay on NXT. If they win, they get moved up to Raw.

The Undisputed Era wins the match and all four of them are now members of the Raw roster.

The fourth match is Keith Lee versus Braun Strowman. Keith wins.

The fifth match is Drew McIntyre versus Adam Cole. Randy Orton interferes and costs Drew the match.

It's main event time. Seth's music hits and you say into your microphone, "Making his way down to the ring, he is the Monday Night Messiah, Seth Rollins."

Seth gets into the ring. He doesn't have his disciple, Murphy, with him as he's handed a microphone. "So, as you can see, my disciple Murphy isn't here with me tonight. That's because he's a traitor and left me. So, I'm issuing an open challenge for anyone to come out here and prove to me that they have what it takes to be my disciple. Come on, anyone. From Raw or Smackdown, or even NXT. Come on out."

Everyone looks at the stage to wait and see who comes out. Everyone in the arena waits.

And that's when Finn Balor's music hits. Your jaw almost drops, happy and excited to see Finn with his title. The crowd jumps up and cheers. You smile in the timekeeper's area as Finn makes his way down to the ring. He's handed a mic on the way down.

Seth has a smile on his lips as he looks at that title around Finn's waist, who's dressed and ready for a match in his white ring gear and a matching white leather jacket. This is the gear he wore in his last main roster match at Summerslam in 2019 before he went back to NXT in October. The NXT title is now over his shoulder as he steps into the ring.

Finn is looking at Seth. His music fades and he says, "Hi, Seth. So, I heard ya are looking for a match tonight. How's this? Ya and I in the ring right now. If ya win, then ya get my title and I'll be your new whatever ya call it. If I win, I keep my title and ya never can challenge for this title, or any title that I hold, whether it's the WWE Championship or the United States Champion. I think ya get the point."

You look over at Seth and he says, "You're on Balor. Let's get a referee out here and get this started."

The crowd cheers and you're handed a card with something to read on it. You nod and as the guys get ready in the ring. You look up and say, "This match has just been made official by WWE officials. The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the NXT Championship. Introducing first the challenger, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Davenport, Iowa. He is the Monday Night Messiah, Seth Rollins."

You listen as the crowd boos Seth. You forgot how much the WWE Universe loves Finn Balor.

Once the crowd dies down, you talk into the microphone again. "Weighing in at 190 pounds, from Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland, he is NXT Champion. Finn Balor," you say, smiling as the name Finn Balor leaves your lips. The crowd cheers. Finn looks at you and points at you, making your face heat up.

The ref takes the belt and holds it above his head. Someone runs over and grabs it, bringing the belt back to the little area. You look at the gold belt. It looks so pretty with Finn's side plates on it.

The bell rings and the match is underway. Your eyes are on Finn the whole time.

It takes 20 minutes but Finn hits the Coup de Grace and pins Seth, retaining his title. You take the belt and run to the ring, not being able to hold in your excitement. You bring your microphone with you because you have one more thing left to say.

Once you're in the ring, you almost tackle Finn with a hug. He hugs you back and you hand him his title.

"And still NXT Champion, Finn Balor," you say as Finn's music blares in the arena.

He looks down at you and takes your microphone. You stare up at him as he says, "I, uh, I need to say something really quick."

The crowd dies down and you stare up at your best friend. He looks at his title and he says, "This title isn't mine anymore. This title isn't mine anymore because as of this moment, I am on the Raw roster. As a full-time Raw superstar, I cannot hold the NXT title." He puts the title down on the ground before looking at you. "But as a full-time Raw superstar, I can spend all the time in the world with ya. Travel with ya, talk to ya whenever I want. And most importantly, take ya on a date or two whenever we want."

Your eyes widen as you stare up at Finn, realizing that he has feelings for you too.

"If ya would like, of course," Finn finishes with. The crowd collectively gasps as they wait for your answers.

Finn's arm is still around your waist and you're still standing close to him. So, you give your answer in the one way you've been wanting to. You put your hands on Finn's face and pull his face down to yours. Your lips crash to his and immediately begin moving against them.

He smiles into the kiss and drops the microphone, wrapping both your arms around his neck as his arms wrap around your waist.

The crowd cheers loudly as you kiss Finn in the ring.

***

Eventually, you and Finn make your way back to your hotel room. He tells you about what he had to do to get to Raw.

Since NXT was part of the shakeup this year, there was a chance that he could get sent to Raw. It was small because he held the NXT title. So after some negotiations with William Regal, Triple H, and Vince McMahon, he would voluntarily relinquish his title after a match tonight. So that's what he did. He voluntarily relinquished his title and is now apart of the Raw roster.

He also told Vince that he wants a run or two at the WWE Championship, which is held by Drew McIntyre. Vince agreed because he knows the fans love Finn versus Drew. Add a title in there and it makes for a few good championship matches.

Once back at the hotel room, Finn says, "I need to shower really quick then we can watch movies or something for a bit."

You nod and watch as Finn disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The water starts and you sigh.

It would be really bad if you just walked into the bathroom and told him everything that you've been feeling, especially tonight.

When Finn walked out in the white gear, a little ache formed in your core and you tried what you could to stop it.

Your feet are carrying you to the bathroom before you can do anything. You shed the dress and your shoes before walking into the bathroom.

The shower in the bathroom is a glass stand up shower. Most of the glass is distorted but the top maybe 16 inches aren't so you can see from Finn's chest up. His eyes are closed as he rinses his hair.

Quickly, you take off the bra and panties you're wearing before you open the door to the shower. Finn looks down at you and asks, "Y/N, what are ya doing?"

"Saving water," you say. "Kinda."

He smiles down at you as you close the glass door. You stare up at him and he asks, "Now what are ya really doing?"

You say, "Seeing ya in the white gear tonight made me feel things, Finn. I know I shouldn't just get in the shower with ya, but-" You're interrupted by Finn's lips coming down to yours. You gasp, surprised by the kiss.

His lips move against yours before he pulls back and says, "Ya are telling me ya want me to, what?"

You stare up at him and say, "Whatever ya want, Finn. I just need ya to do something to me."

Finn smirks a bit and his hands come down to your waist. He guides you so your back is against the wall. You stare up at Finn and he says, "Is this what ya really want? I want to make sure it's what ya want one hundred percent."

Your hands rest on his chest and you nod. "It's what I want, Finn," you say. "I've wanted this for a while."

He smiles and kisses you. The kiss is rougher than the kiss in the ring and his hands start to roam. Soft sighs leave your lips. As the two of you share the kiss, Finn moves and presses you against the cold wall of the shower. Your hands are on Finn's cheeks, slipping your tongue into his mouth. Finn smirks against your lips.

The kiss continues for a second before Finn leans down and picks you up by your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist as Finn pulls back from your lips and he starts to kiss your neck.

A soft moan escapes your lips as your hands slide into Finn's short wet hair. You smile and say, "This has gotten longer since we last saw each other."

Finn smirks and looks up at you, detaching his lips from your neck. He says, "I'm guessing ya like it."

You giggle and nod, saying, "It gives me something to hold onto." He laughs and kisses you again.

He reaches to the side and turns the water off. Carefully and slowly, Finn leaves the shower with you wrapped around him. He's careful not to slip on the tile floor of the bathroom as he leaves the room.

Finn walks out to one of the beds, laying you on your back. The kiss breaks as he looks down at you, eyes wandering all over your body.

"I've imagined how ya looked for weeks and this exceeded all of my expectations," he says, smiling down at you.

You giggle and stare up at him, saying, "I could say the exact same thing." You glance down at his semi-erect member that's poking at your thigh.

He starts to kiss your jaw and he says, "You're so beautiful. I can't believe that maybe you'll be mine after this."

Sighing, you say, "I've been yours this entire time, Finn."

Finn smirks against your neck. You slide your hands down his sides and use one of your hands to stroke Finn's member. He gasps a bit against the skin against your neck. You feel him begin to harden as you stroke him.

"Keep going like that and I won't last as long as ya probably want me to," he gasps.

You leave kisses to his head and say, "We have all night, Finn. And all day tomorrow."

He looks up at you and says, "Good, because I won't be able to stop once I've started."

You reach up, pecking his lips before you say, "Then start."

Finn smirks a bit before he kisses you harder than he ever has before. You sigh softly against his lips as he runs his tip through your already soaked folds. "Finn," you mumble against his lips. "Please. Tease me another time. I need ya right now."

Slowly, Finn begins to push himself into you. You gasp into the passionate kiss.

You're not a virgin but you're not really that experienced in bed. Finn knows this so he's making sure he's careful with you. On the other hand, you know how experienced Finn is in bed. He's never had to tell you. You used to travel with him when you worked for the NXT brand and stayed in the hotel room next to him sometimes. He's not really that quiet, and neither is whoever he's with.

He moves slowly and shallowly at first, making sure that he's not hurting you. The little bit of pain that you feel slowly melts away to pleasure, and you're a little bit of a moaning mess underneath Finn's body. You drag your fingers down Finn's back as he moves.

Every few minutes, Finn picks up speed and thrusts deeper into you. You wrap your legs around Finn's waist again. Your back arches off the bed ooccationally and chase Finn's hips. He slips deeper into you, making you moan and gasp under Finn.

A wave of confidence overtakes you a couple minutes later. You roll so you're straddling Finn's waist with him still inside you.

Finn stares up at you as you begin to move your hips, riding him. Finn intertwines his fingers with yours and helps hold you up. You throw your head back as you bounce up and down on Finn's now rock hard member. Moans escape your lips and Finn grunts and growns beneath you.

Your walls begin to clench around Finn and you moan, "Finn, baby. I'm about to come."

"Come, princess," he gasps, thrusting up into you as you move your hips.

Your eyes are squeezed shut and you release around Finn as he quickly pulls out of you and comes all over your stomach. You collapse onto Finn, your sweaty chests sticking together as you come down off your high.

Finn wraps his arms around your shoulders and you sigh, your ear pressed against his chest. His heart is beating quickly. You feel him leave kisses on your forehead. You smile and look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. Finn smiles down at you.

"So what do ya say?" he asks. "Will ya officially be mine?"

You giggle and nod, leaning up and pecking his lips. "Yes."

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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Dedicated to @thadelightfulone . 🏈 This will have five parts. Disclaimer: Okay there was a big mistake in Cali geography from the last part but I'm getting it together.. 😂 Word Count: 3,388

Cute and chubby reader lives her life through books. Erik lives his life on the field. Can they meet in the middle to make it work?

Part 2: Training Season

“HUT.. HUT.. HUT!” Erik grunted loudly, his cheeks puffing as he squatted low before standing with the 80lb Eleiko weighted spiderbar rested on his broad shoulders over and over in a consistent motion using pure quad and core strength.

“You got it. Right there! Right there! Come on,” Travis guided as Erik fought vigilantly through the burn in his muscles.

“AN-,” he panted coming up again with all his might, “ANSWER THAT,” he barked, breathless. His phone was ringing from next to his yellow Gatorade bottle. “Before it goes to voicemail,” he grunted almost to the end of his spider bar squats. He’d already run four miles. His phone was laying right there on top of his gym bag. Travis, his trainer, just had to move his ass and run to it instead of speed walking. “FASTER nigga,” Erik yelled, resting in a standing position with his squat reps completed. “If I’m working this hard, you can run for five seconds.” He almost missed the call, but Travis picked it up in time.

“He’s training. Who is this?… Who?… It’s a Y/N,” he yelled.

“Tell her to hold on while you take these weights down,” Erik grunted allowing Travis to properly remove the weights as requested. He’d dropped the bar with a loud thud once and Travis ain’t appreciate that, angrily telling him how much the equipment cost. Since then, Erik made it a point to respect the property of the training center. Just because he could afford to replace the bars many times over didn't mean he planned to waste his money like that.

“Hand me the phone,” Erik waved, swallowing the gulp of his Gatorade before putting the phone to his ear. “Y/N… Y/N,” he turned the name over as if he were trying to recall where he’d heard it. “Doesn’t ring a bell. Jog my memory.” Travis threw him a towel to wipe his face and neck with. Sweat was collecting on his brow. Of course he knew who she was. The number on the iPhone screen was the number he’d studied to the point of memorization after Savrina wrote it down for him.

“You early coming on this side, bro. You heading on over to Napa or flying back to LA,” Erik asked Sean, who’d made himself at home and was playing Dead or Alive 6 on the xbox. Sean had popped up on him accompanied by one of his favorite bitches, without warning. They both almost got shot at the door. “Fuck is yo problem,” Erik snapped at Savrina. She’d been looking at him all stupid since she walked in. He thought they were cool.

“You ain’t that cute,” she frowned rolling her neck seemingly unprovoked, looking him up and down. Sean snickered with a wide grin enjoying the drama and Erik kissed his teeth, his lip curling in irritation.

“Like I give a damn. Let me be ugly ‘cause you ain’t my type either.”

“What IS your type? No really, enlighten me because I thought you were a man of substance? You think you just about to ghost my friend like nothing?”

“Well maybe she was ugly. My man, Erik, picky ‘bout bitches,” Sean yelled out. Savrina ignored him with a deep eyeroll. She ain't really like Sean, Erik could tell.

“You can’t even respond to a fucking DM to say you aren’t interested. Five seconds from your day. Five. Fuck you. She don’t need this shit, she better than you. And here I thought you’d be the one to have some sense but–”

“DM.. what DM,” he waved cutting her off. He had to stop her because her finger was going crazy and she was about to go a mile per minute, he could feel her words rushing to spill out together all at once.

“The DM she sent you, don’t fucking… act like… Wait. Did you really not get it?” He shrugged as she cocked her head to the side in thought. “This changes everything. Check your DM’s real quick. Check it!”

“Okay, shit.. No DM. I don’t know who she think she messaged, it wasn’t me.”

“You got two IG pages,” Sean reminded Erik. He hadn’t even been thinking about that.

“I got the password to that shit somewhere.. If it wasn’t a fan page, she must’ve DM’d the page ran by my publicist. I don’t even use it that’s why it only follows three people.”

“Aww.. I’m sorry I called you unattractive, boo. You’re really cute! I was just mad. I get overprotective,” Savrina grinned causing him to stare through lowered brows, unconvinced. “Since this whole thing was a big misunderstanding, can I give you her number and have you call her to let her know what’s what?” She wrote it as she spoke on the corner of a page she ripped from the sports magazine on his end table, before he could answer. Typically, he’d raise hell but since she was writing digits, he let it slide.

“Does your friend know you be giving out her number? Last I checked, she wasn’t checking for a nigga.. at all.”

“You know how it is with the real ones, Erik, it takes some vigilance. Some time. She’s cautious. She’s not going to jump and bussit for the first rich prettyboy who gives her attention or flashes a card.” He narrowed his eyes looking back and forth from her to Sean who was still engulfed in the game and she rolled her eyes, a cue for him to keep his mouth shut and mind his business. “Give her another chance. If she shits on it this time, I’ll kick her ass myself.”

“You tell her scary ass to call ME. Otherwise, I’m busy,” he said typing his number in her phone and balling up the paper number to throw in the wastebasket across the room. Savrina twisted her nose in an irritated frown. “She'll call and we'll go from there.. or she won't and we'll move on,” he nodded firmly. That was his final word. He hopped on the game with Sean and the couple spent the night in his spare room having loud sex through the night. It was around 4 AM when Erik crept silently back to the wastebasket to retrieve that wrinkled triangle of paper. He looked at it, reciting the number in his head over and over before shoving it in the pocket of his joggers.

“Y/N from the pool party in LA a while back? We hung out for a bit.. I got your number from Savrina?” The fact that she really thought he didn't remember tickled him. What kind of life did she think he lived to forget shit like that? He was a pro athlete not a xanax rapper.

“I remember,” he said throwing her a bone.

“Hey look, um,” she paused as if she still wasn't sure in her mind what she wanted. Spit it out, he thought. “I don’t know if you’re still interested or–” Or? Sitting down on the weight bench, he waited patiently for her to speak. “Basically, I was wondering if you wanted to meet and hang out or something. I think.. no, I know that I judged you too soon and I want to apologize formally for that.” He waited to see if she was done, listening to the silence over the line and pinching his nasal bridge.

“You just apologized. What you need to meet me for, to do it again?” He scoffed rubbing the lines smooth and flat on his forehead. “Hang out. You wanna hang out with me? Are we fifteen? I’m looking for something real, something permanent. I need to be able to call on you 2 AM. Ain’t no casual hanging out for me.” He waited listening for what she had to say. Nothing. “If you in, you all the way or don’t waste my time.” The silence stretched on further on her end. “Call me back when you figure yourself out,” he said hanging up.

Travis smirked playfully. “You done with The Young and the Restless?”

“Why you up on my dick? Get the weights on, nigga,” Erik chuckled. Travis put the weights on the bar and positioned himself to spot, signaling for Erik to lay back into position and begin lifting.

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Did he just call me out for being a fuckboy? Incredulous, you stare at the phone in your hand. 2 AM? Nigga. I’ve got a job and a life with no one to step in and live it for me. I’m not picking up at 2 AM to fly to your city at the drop of a hat on ANY day. I don’t care how fine you are. You push the trolly of books down an aisle to organize them on the shelves in their proper places based on the decimal numbers on their spines.

You’re both two busy people in different cities and both of your lives and careers are important. In fact, you're in the process of picking up a second job in editing. You're already dabbling and you don't plan to stop any of what you're doing to set yourself back in any way. What type of Ja Rule 'Always On Time’ relationship does he expect? It gets you thinking. Could you really go all in for a man who you barely even know? Should you? Your full attention, access to your every hour (waking and non), and all of your energy. Can you afford to give that up? Nah. No. Your free time, you can give. Sacrificing, however? Tuh. In the memory of the late great Eartha Kitt, you whisper, “Compromise? What is compromising? Compromising for what? Compromising for what reason? To compromise? FOR WHAT?” Snickering in your own world, you push the trolly to the next aisle to reshelf a few more. Law books and code books. “Stupid.. A man comes into MY life and I have to compromise? You must think about that one again,” you mumble trying not to make too much sound. Eartha had it right. When the books are reshelved, you return to the circulation desk. No one seems to need assistance at the moment so you type out a series of messages in the group chat detailing what happened with the phone call.

Max: Well that's one way to lose a guy. Kate Hudson should've called you.

Danica: No comment

Danica: Actually, I do have a comment. You're weighing the cons with no consideration of the pros. Think on that.

Max: No, no, let her date Brock the Princeton jock with no cultural integrity. Maybe she'll be happy.

Y/N: Oh no, I don't do white boys. No matter how nice a white boy seems, he's always an argument or three words away from calling you a nigger. I refuse.

Savrina: I will wring your thick ass neck if you don't call him back. What more do you want? Are you dumb?

Max: *eats popcorn*

Y/N: Suck a dick and get off mine. I'm trying to think this through instead of investing myself into a relationship that's a waste of time.

Danica: Just think about it. That's all we're saying.

Leaving the chat, you grab your bottle of water and take a long swig looking up to see people walking to and fro. Sometimes the library is extremely busy and other times it's pretty much dead. You decide to use the break to reconsider and think about the pros. What were the pros of dating an NFL player? Money? Clout? That's about it. That's all you could think of, a sugar daddy situation only Erik is young and cute.. and he smells good.. surprisingly. You reopen the chat briefly ignoring the string of choice words from Savrina.

Danica: No one's asking you to give up yourself or your life, just live a little. You're too safe.

Too safe? Is there really a such thing? The idea sends you down a spiral of thoughts. What makes a thing or a person worth the risk of losing your time and energy, both things you cannot get back? When you Google the question, a quote pops up and arrests you. “‘It’s impossible’, said pride. ‘It’s risky’, said experience. ‘It’s pointless’, said reason. ‘Give it a try’, whispered the heart.”

You pull up Erik's number, your finger hovering over the call button. If you're honest, you do want to know him. You want to sit and talk with him and figure out what you have in common. You're interested and you can't lie about that, but you have to be sure. You don't want to waste your time or his.

With a deep sigh, you determine in your mind that this is worth the risk of it not working out. You call the number back and it rings going to voicemail, but then he calls back almost immediately.

“I’m still training,” he blurts and you can hear the clinking of what sounds like weights in the background.

“I’ll make this brief. I’m interested in you. What now?”

“What’s your cashapp?” Just like that. You tell him and he goes silent for a few seconds. “Sent. Come to Oakland. I’ll text you the address.”

Hanging up, you check your cashapp. $200 added. You decide on Saturday. You’ll leave from Inglewood on a 1 hour 20 minute flight to Oakland and come back the next day, Sunday. It works for your schedule. It’s gonna have to work for his. You send a text letting him know when you’ll be there before messaging the group chat to let them know you booked the date. Like a game of telephone, it’s minutes before your entire circle knows and the chat is blinging.

Saturday is the day where you go through airport security and board the plane to Oakland, unsure of what awaits you. You're happy to fly because you surely weren't driving. Looking at the clouds through the window and reading through the book in document form you've been trusted to proof and edit occupies you until the plane lands and you head to the airport exit to find a taxi, almost missing the big sign with your name on it. A black boy who looks like he just graduated high school is holding it high and tossing it, making it dance in the air. He makes eye contact, walking hesitantly toward you. "Ms. Y/N," he asks leaning forward and when you confirm, he looks so happy. "Erik gave me a description and I was hoping I didn't miss you. I'm Devon," he smiles shaking your hand. "This it?" He grabs your shoulder bag from your arm. "Aw man, you must not plan on staying. That's too bad, training season is lit! How was your flight? Where are you coming from?" He continues with the small talk as he leads you to a shiny black range rover, opening the passenger door for you and putting your bag in the back. He turns the key in the ignition and some lively song you've never heard plays over the speaker. "I don't think he knows you're leaving so soon. He said bring you to his place and then you'll head to the training center."

"How far is his house from the training center?"

"Oh don't worry, it's like 30 minutes," he says catching the concern in your tone. It's still very early, only 7:45 AM, but still you plan to leave on time tomorrow to make your 6 AM flight back to Inglewood.

Erik's house is fairly large. When he opens the door, he's just as fine as you remember and even taller it seems. "Oh, ok..," you smile, eyes widening anxiously as he wraps his muscular arms firmly around your thick waist, his face grazing your hair. He's shirtless and barefoot in grey sweatpants, scarred and defined abs and chest out and proud. He smells like soap and you know he's fresh out the shower.

"What you mean oh, ok," he smiles pulling back.

"I mean oh, ok... You have a nice place," you say nodding casually as you look around at everything but him. You feel anything but casual.

"But you said it when I hugged you, not when you made your arrival. Don't tell me you shy! You bitchin up on me?" Your eyes dart to his and he smirks. "Bruh we gone stand out here or you coming inside?" Kissing your teeth you push past him.

"You have a maid?" You inquire because the place is far too neat for a single young male athlete. The interior is nice with white walls and contemporary decor.

"Nope.. Against popular belief, we aren't all dirty animals living waist deep in our own filth."

You grimace. "I stuck my foot in my mouth again." Turning to look Erik in the eye, you try your best to communicate nonverbally that you had no malicious intent.

"You alright? ...Or you still under the spell of my good looks," he teases and you roll your eyes. He's just fine.

"You're not that cute," you lie with a teasing smile that betrays your actual thoughts. He nods.

"That seems to be the popular opinion nowadays. Your friend said the same thing. Fuck you, she don't need this shit," He mocks playfully in a high voice copying her gestures and you laugh because that's Savrina. He's got her down perfectly with the finger pointing all crazy. "This is you," he says catching your attention with a small gesture like he's about to act a scene. "Um.. Hi? Um.. D-Do you remember me? From, um, LA?" His immitation is quiet and meek and he shrinks his massive body hunching over to look small. You walk up to slap his arm.

"I do not sound like that!"

"Not now," his chest bounces, "But on the phone.. like I wouldn't remember you. How could I forget you? You told me off, almost made me kill my teammate, and turned me down all in the same day. You dangerous as hell. Then you got me cussed out like I ain't a child of God." That makes you weak and you fall over yourself giggling, your finger in the air begging for a moment to recover.

"In Savrina's defense, she does get protective and she's very stubborn, but it comes from a good place.. speaking of, do you have any food because I'm famished. I haven't eaten breakfast yet."

"You ain't e- DEVON," Erik calls, "Why you ain't feed my woman?" The boy pops up from a different room and you realize you didn't even feel him pass you to enter the house.

"My bad E, I ain't know she was hungry," he calls back and Erik folds a bill in his hand before he's out the door. "Bye Ms. Y/N," he grins passing you and the door closes behind him.

"Mhm," Erik hums like he's watching Devon. "Good kid. He's finna start college in a bit, but until then..," Erik shrugs.

"You pay him to do odd jobs, help him earn a little money," you smile putting two and two together. He nods and you can tell he's not comfortable with elaborating so you drop it. "I'm hungry," you remind him to change the subject and he jumps to lead you into the kitchen.

"Have a seat and watch ya boy work," he points to a tall chair at the kitchen island. You're about to get the inside scoop on what I eat on a training day."

He goes to work cooking a high protein meal while his body moves and flexes filling you with a completely different type of hunger. He whips out the turkey bacon and eggs and you watch, thoroughly entertained by his off the wall commentary and artistic flare. He's definitely trying to impress you with his cooking techniques and it gives you a genuine smile. In a moment when he's just cooking and things are quiet, it's not awkward. It's just peaceful. You chuckle and he looks back at you to read your expression. "Nothing," you smile in answer to his unvoiced question. He raises a brow but lets it go. You'd tell him the truth, that you're just really happy you came and glad you took a chance but you don't want to sound corny so you just rest your hand over your mouth to cover the smile that won't be smothered and you continue watching his back as he cooks the both of you breakfast.

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 27)

"What Did I Do....."

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Luna still can't sleep. She gets up, deciding to work on the song that's been rolling around in her head.

🎶Feared life//Feared love//Thought I was fresh//Outta fucks forever//But//I'm trying to start over//With you🎶

Luna finishes the song before grabbing one of her grandmother's larger acoustic guitars and sliding on a pair of sunglasses to cover her ugly cry face. She then records, posts and sends the link to Colson. She misses him and hates that he's not picking up. Her heart hurts as she finally falls asleep.

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Colson's still partying back in LA. Even though Luna keeps calling, he continues to dick her calls. He's so fucked up, he doesn't even know why anymore.

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Luna wakes up still feeling exhausted. She tries to call Colson again. It actually rings all the way through this time before hitting voicemail.

She gets up and showered. Throwing on a leopard print cardigan to hide her gunshot wound from her grandmother.

In the kitchen, Opie and Jackson are sitting with her Mom-mom, laughing, joking, catching up. Luna joins them. Her grandmother can tell something's off. Luna tells her she's just tired. Pat knows she's lying but doesn't push her.

"Are you all flying back today?" Pat asks them as Happy joins them.

"Mom-mom, they can't fly, they're felons." Luna tells her.

"Well technically, we can fly. Our PO's just can't know about it." Happy corrects her. Luna rolls her eyes laughing with everyone else.

"Want me to see if Joni will let you borrow the jet?" Luna's Mom-Mom asks her. Luna sighs. She doesn't want to but agrees because it's the safest way to get the guys home. Considering what they did for her, it's the least she can do.

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Colson wakes up, head pounding not knowing where he is.

"Pants are still on. That's a good thing." He thinks.

"Where the fuck am I?" He sits up holding his head.

"My place, Dick." Ashleigh says kicking him hard on the foot. "And you better not wake the fucking baby up." She threatens.

"What am I doing here?" He asks.

"I don't know what you did last night. I got a call from Benji over at Sound around 4A, saying if I didn't come get you, they were calling the police. By time I got there you were beyond wasted, Kells. Some girl all over you." She's not amused.

"Did you see me hook up with her?" He asks, filled with fear.

"No, but you were trying to drag her into my car, like she was coming with." Ashleigh says sternly. "I don't know what's going on with you and Luna, Kells. You wouldn't say, But she's gonna snap when she finds out about last night. And, she called this morning."

"She did!?" Colson grabs his phone. He has 5 missed calls from Luna and 2 texts. He walks outside to sit on the deck and smoke a joint. He opens the texts before calling her. He's slightly terrified. There's one asking him to please call, then another with a link to her YouTube channel. He suddenly remembers she doesn't have an IG and is extremely thankful. He checks his, trying to recollect last night. There's nothing. He thinks about calling Mod but wants to see what she posted first. He opens the link and clicks on the video. It's titled Brooklyn Bitch and it's her playing an acoustic guitar big enough to hide her body. She's naked except for a pair of sunglasses, he's pretty sure. And something on her left shoulder, that he can't make out. She starts off strumming the G chord.

🎶Feared life🎶Feared love🎶Thought I was fresh outta fucks forever🎶Trying to🎶Start over with you🎶

Looking into the camera, she continues singing.

🎶A Machine🎶His Scene Queen🎶Tattoo skins covered in leather🎶When I dream🎶It's of us two🎶

Flipping between G and F now, she continues her voice dripping. He's hitting the joint.

🎶Oh, Bunny, I miss you on my lips🎶It's me, Your little Brooklyn Bitch🎶Hanging out with the neighborhood kids... Shouting out Bang! Bang! Kiss! Kiss!🎶

Strumming into C7 and F, she floats over the melody. Still smoking, he's mesmerized by Luna.

🎶We're in the yard🎶The joints on fire🎶And as the day begins to slip away🎶All that glitters somehow stays🎶I'll write, you'll tour, we'll make it work🎶You're beautiful and I'm insane🎶We're American made🎶

She's back to G, starting the same chord structure over again.

🎶Don't need🎶A Hallmark🎶Just want You as My Lover🎶Twist Norman Rockwell 🎶To fit our punk view🎶You&Me🎶Obscene🎶No one and nothing matters🎶Except all the Bad Things, we do🎶Oh, Bunny, I need you on my lips🎶It's me, Your little Brooklyn Bitch🎶Hanging out with the neighborhood kids... Calling out Bang! Bang! Kiss! Kiss🎶We're in the yard🎶The joints on fire🎶And as the day begins to slip away🎶All that glitters somehow stays🎶I'll write, you'll tour, we'll make it work🎶You're beautiful and I'm insane🎶We're American made🎶

She hums changing the chords to Em F Am

🎶If you weren't mine🎶I'd be jealous of your love🎶If you weren't mine🎶I'd be jealous of your love🎶If you weren't mine🎶I'd be jealous of your love🎶 She smoothly fades out. Looking over her sunglasses and smiling at him before shutting off the camera.

"FUUUUCCK...." What did I do? Colson worries. His heart dropping. He calls Mod immediately.

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Luna's flying back to LA. She doesn't know fucking why. She hasn't talked to Colson since she walked out on him yesterday morning. Her shoulders killing her. She looks around, it seems everyone's knocked. She pops a 30 and sparks a joint. The smell draws Jackson out. He uses it as an excuse to sit beside her as she side eyes him.

"I'm sorry." He says when she finally passes him the joint. "I just thought, when you were ready, you would want me."

She sighs, watching him hit it. "It's the same thing you did to me with Tara..." She starts to explain.

"Is that what THIS is about?" He interrupts her.

"Jesus Fuck, Jax. NO. Can you listen?" She takes the joint from him as punishment, hitting it hard. He's silent. "Like I was trying to say, there's no doubt in my mind that you loved me Jax, or even still do love me. There's also no doubt in my mind that you didn't plan to meet and fall in love with Tara, while I was gone either." She shrugs, wincing, hitting the joint again before handing it back. "It's the same thing with Colson. I didn't plan to meet and fall in love with him either." She looks into his sad eyes. "I'm sorry. Bad timing."

"Yeah." He says, giving her the joint and going back to his seat.

She hits the joint again, feeling the perc kick in. "I fucking hate dudes." She thinks to herself, sliding her sunglasses on.

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Colson talks to Mod. "Nah, Dawg!! You were funny as hell last night... Share all the drugs, the drinks, dance with all the bitches but anytime one of 'em tried to push up on you, your big ass hand said 'No, Bitch!' You were palm smashing bitches like the incredible Hulk." Mod laughs loudly.

"So, I didn't hook up with anyone?" Colson asks, confused. "Why wouldn't I speak to Loons?"

"Because you was pissed she was wit her ex, Kid." Mod tells him matter of fact.

"Ah. Good shit..." Colson sighs, relieved but still upset with himself.

They talk a bit more about the wild night before, bits and pieces coming back to Colson.

After he hangs up. He tells Ashleigh he's in the clear. She lectures him about about being close to the limit. He agrees with her for one of the first times ever. Catching an uber home he Snaps Luna. He doesn't even know where she is.

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To be continued.....

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