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Hii Kayy, congratulations on the 300 followers, again!!! It's amazing 😍😍

I was wondering if I can request the prompt “Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now! This is a serious situation, here!” with Eddie?? Thanks my friend. hope you have a wonderful day 😘

FRANCY THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!!

i tried my best with this request and i hope i did it justice!!! i've been seeing those fan edits of eddie with glasses so i thought i would do something based off of that! let me know what you think and thank you again for this request and your endless support!!!!! 💫💘💋

Eddie rummaged through the bathroom medicine cabinet, sputtering obscenities when he couldn’t quite find what he was looking for, “Wayne!” 

His uncle shouted out a response, groaning when Eddie didn’t answer back, causing him to get up and see what was all the ruckus about, “What’s the matter?” 

Wayne leaned up against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, staring on at the mess cluttering the bathroom counter until choking on a laugh when his nephew turned to him. 

The black-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of Eddie’s nose. Those glasses that he hadn’t seen his nephew wear in a while since he transitioned to wearing contacts on a daily basis. 

Eddie shook his head, watching as Wayne failed to stifle his laughed any longer, clutching a hand over his mouth and trying to apologize over his snickers, “Sorry…you just—Sorry! Sorry!” 

“This is not funny! I don’t have any more lenses and she’ll be here soon—I can’t go on a date like this.” Eddie complained as if wearing glasses were a crime to humanity. 

By now, Wayne had settled down, taking a breath to calm his laughter before nodding at Eddie understandingly. He knew of you, and that you and Eddie had started a relationship together. He also knew Eddie really liked you…spending all his free time talking off his own ears about how kind and special you were—so if this was such a big deal for Eddie because of you, Wayne guessed he could make him feel a bit better by fixing the situation. 

“I’ll head to Walgreens and pick up your new pack…forgot about it last week.” Wayne apologized. Holding his hands up, Eddie tsked his tongue in disbelief before nodding his head. 

“Fine, fine…thanks—just try to be quick. Please.” He pushed out of the bathroom and headed down the hallway to his before looking back at Wayne with a pleading face. 

Wayne did a better job this time around at stifling his laugh and nodded, even going to check at the time on his watch, “Ill try to be quick…in the meantime, clean up your room, don’t let that girl see your room in such a mess.” 

With that, Wayne headed to the coffee table, picking up his keys, and snorted as Eddie yelled out, “Yes, dad!” 

He headed straight to his bedroom, bending down to pick up the stray clothes littering the floors and immediately tossed them into his closet. Shutting the door to conceal, and he would just have to deal with it later. Eddie attempted to make his bed to the best of his ability, straightening up his comforter, fluffing up the pillows…not like any magic would happen between those sheets, but he just wanted to be sure. 

His desk was tidied, the papers in a neat stack and his pens wound together with a rubber band. All his records were back on the makeshift shelf and he even put on his favorite album to calm his nerves from seeing the clock tick and still no contacts in his eyes. 

“Eddie? It’s me!” Your voice came cheerfully from the entrance of his trailer where you waited patiently, knocking on the front door. 

Shit. He didn’t expect you here so soon. Your date wasn’t until 2, but he did suggest that you could swing by a little earlier to beat traffic and hang out for a while. But he just didn’t expect him to look like such a doofus. 

After a few moments of silence, you called out for him again, “Eddie? Are you in there? Your van is in the front.” 

He shut his eyes tightly, rubbing the sides of his head, and shouting out a reply, “Y-yeah! Umm sorry! I couldn’t hear you through my music.” 

Eddie scrambled, looking around his room for any hope until you called out again, “S’ok! Can I come in?”

He froze. Two options laid in front of him. He could let you in and face the look of horror on your face when you find out he’s been deceiving you for the glasses thing. Or he could let you in and try to avoid his eyes until Wayne got home. 

Without the glasses, he’d be blind, so it had to be the latter.

“Yeah! The door should be unlocked…my room is right down the hall!” 

He pulled out his desk chair, hunching over and pulling his unruly curls to hide his face, as he could hear your glee when you let yourself in and headed to his room. 

“Hey rockstar.” You approached, stepping into his bedroom with your hands held nervously behind your back. 

This was the first time you’d been to Eddie’s place and his room was literally his sanctuary as he described it. Many posters and elements that made him him. Your Eddie that you adored. 

“H-hey! Sorry, I’m just finishing up this campaign thing before we leave.” He spoke, grabbing a piece of paper from the stack and a pencil, still never looking your way. 

You nodded quietly, walking closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder as you bent down for a kiss. Expecting it, you waited for him to turn towards you to plant his lips on yours, but he never did. Just continuing to scribble on the piece of paper in front of him. 

“Ummm, Eddie?” You furrowed your brows, tone filled with confusion as he only hummed and never turned your way. 

You straightened up, your hand dropping from his shoulder, “D-did I do something wrong? Why won’t you look at me?” 

A strained laugh came from him, followed by a “pshhh” only making you even more uneasy. As if he was trying to hide something from you. 

“Everything is cool, babe…just focused on this and I don’t want to lose my groove.” He reasoned. 

Looking closer at the paper, you saw it was the lunch menu, and he was drawing stupid shapes on it. 

He was lying. 

“This is the damn lunch menu!” You shrieked, swiping it off the desk only making him groan, forehead coming down to lay on his desk. 

You placed the menu down, take a step back from him, “Do you not want to see me anymore?” 

“What! No! No!” Eddie protested, head still up against the wood of the table where he rocked his forehead back and forth. 

“Then why won’t you look at me? You didn’t even greet me with a kiss like you usually do!”

You waited there, contemplating on leaving and almost doing so, until Eddie finally lifted his head from the desk, turning towards you with his eyes closed, then opening them. 

“Y-You wear—“ 

“Yes, I wear glasses alright…look this is embarrassing and yeah I was planning on telling you sooner or later, but I just don’t want you to think I look like a doofus or a loser because I really like you and—oh, umm, babe?” 

He was rambling, talking on and on about how ridiculous he looked, but the only thought flowing in your head was how ridiculously hot he looked. You found yourself in his lap, hands on both of his cheeks as he shut his lips tight and watched you carefully. 

“You’ve been hiding this away from me?” You murmured, eyes suddenly glazed with lust and your pupils blown wider than usual. 

He gulped, his own hands coming up to squeeze your waist, “W-well, yeah, but not on purpose…Wayne went to go pick up my new contact lenses so I can stop wearing these stupid—“ 

You pressed a finger to his lips, shutting him up, “Shhh, don’t call these stupid.” Your fingers trailed up to trace the rim of his glasses. 

“These are the sexiest things. Ever.” Your voice dripped with honey and his own eyes widened at the sudden confession, something he wasn’t expecting. 

“These turn you on?!” He asked comically, and you laughed, throwing your head back and nodding your head. 

“Of course they do! Why would you think it didn’t?” 

He shrugged his shoulders, ridiculously and his face twisted, “I don’t know maybe because I look like a goddamn nerd—“ 

“A hot nerd.” You gushed, biting your lip as he furrowed his brow and laughed, a little more easily and freely than before. 

“Oh, come on! Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now. This is a serious situation, here!” 

Your hands trailed to wrap around his neck, putting your forehead against his, “How long until your uncle gets back?” 

He knew where this was going. The dark glimmer and the softness in your higher pitched voice. It always got him going. 

“Umm..” He pulled one of his arms away from your waist and looked at the watch, groaning as you made the first move to plant kisses on his neck and throat, “A-about fifteen minutes…twenty if we’re lucky.” 

You smiled against his skin, kissing his adam’s apple before retracting, “Do you think we could have some fun? These glasses are really doing it for me.” 

He nodded frantically, connecting your lips with a sigh and standing up from his desk and walking towards the bed with ease. 

“Don’t ever take these things off.” You said breathlessly, once he placed you down on the end of the mattress with a soft thump. 

Eddie nodded, pushing his glasses back up that had slid down the bridge of his nose. A smile, almost a coy one, expressed on his face, while he backed up, shutting and locking his door. 

“Didn’t know my four eyes would get you going like this.” 

You giggled, never minding his joke and urging him towards you with a flick of your finger. 

“C’mon! Show me what you got, baby.” 

[constesplanetarium]

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Coffee “Date” Hangout

☼⚠︎ Ryland (Yandere! Best Friend) x GN! Reader

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a/n: mr. locksmith is back…

if you’re new, i recommend reading THIS to understand Ryland (not too necessary, but recommended!), and THIS to understand the mentions of the others. :)

TW!!! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), aggression towards you, ominous threats, not really a TW but there’s also a bit of tsundereness in there

Word count: 3k

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“Oh look, you’re here. 10 minutes late too.” Ryland grumbles as you brush his complaints off with a roll of your eyes. He brushes some of his hair out of the way with a dark tan hand, extending his hand out to tap on the table. “Hurry up.” He always does this. You could be fifteen-point-five seconds late, and he would still complain about it.

“Whatever. Sit.” He pats the spot next to him in the little booth, and you toss your small bag on the opposite side, taking a seat across from him. Since he wants to give you attitude, you’ll give him some back. He scowls, but picks up the menu and scrolls through it.

“Ah, strawberry cream crepes! That sounds good, huh?” His angered demeanor vanishes as he points eagerly to the menu item. It’s so easy to tell when he’s really mad and when he isn’t. That must be one of the perks with having him as a friend for this long. “Or I could go with the french toast, huh. What’re you gonna get?”

You pick up your menu and settle on whatever catches your eyes first, flipping the menu over before you let your temptations get the best of you. Ryland seems to know what he’s going to get too, as soon as the waitress comes up.

“Yeah, just the strawberry crepes, and a black coffee.”

You murmur your order to the waitress too, and as soon as she leaves, Ryland clasps his hands together, tilting his head to the side as a grin forms on his face.

“I always love going on dates with you, babe.” Yuck. This isn’t a date. And the next time he calls you babe, he’s catching a right hook to the face.

“Yeah, ‘course it is. Look around.” He gestures around to other patrons in the café, obviously on dates with their significant others. But that doesn’t mean anything for the two of you.

“You’re always in denial.” He struggles to even get the sentence out, chuckling as he sees your irritated expression. “Alright, I’m just kidding. Not like I would go on a real date with you anyway.” What a liar. You roll your eyes at him, trying to hide the smile forming on your face.

“Ugh, hell no. You’re so ugly and nasty.” Yeah, whatever. It’s so easy to see right through him. “Gross.” He seems to pause, tapping his finger on the table before speaking again.

“And, uhm, sorry for how I acted over the phone yesterday afternoon.” He murmurs, his joking demeanor dropping instantly. To be honest, he didn’t even need to apologize in person. Just by the way he sounded over the phone when you got home last night, you could tell he felt awful.

Despite that, it doesn’t take long to get into the swing of conversation, and your food arrives even sooner than you thought it would. Ah, it smells so good…

Ryland’s already dug into his crepes, white cream all over his mouth as he speaks. “Ah, wow!” He exclaims, his mouth full of food. “This shiss ahmazhing!” Hehe. ‘Shiss’. It’s cute to see the pure bliss on his face, too. You didn’t even know he really liked crepes like that.

He swallows his food and licks the corner of his mouth, missing a bit of the cream. “I’ve been making some at home recently.” Really?

“Yeah.” He suddenly scoffs and looks away, oddly frustrated at your shock. “You know, you would know this if you came by my apartment more often, instead of studying all of your time away.” Ah, so that’s what he’s angry about.

“Okay, sure, ‘important’.” Ryland mutters, taking another piece of his crepe as he stuffs it inside his mouth, and goes for a sip of his coffee. There isn’t a way to cheer him up, huh? “Yeah, your bullshit classes are more important than me. Sure.” You never said that. He’s always jumping to conclusions, huh?

“I just… Ugh.” He scoffs. “You know I miss hanging out with you, no matter how gross you are.” He nudges a strawberry out of his crepe as he talks, stabbing it onto his fork as he takes a bite. “And who knows how it’s gonna be later down the line, with working full time and what not.” He waggles his fork around, pointing to you. “Especially cause’ it looks like you never have time for me anyway, even now.” Well, what about now?

“This,” He gestures to the entirety of the café, and your meal. “doesn’t count. You know I mean things like, er, relaxing in my room.” Ryland extends his hand out, starting to count on his fingers. “Or watching a movie, baking, talking smack about everyone else- Ah, did you hear what Cody did?” He snickers, wiping some cream off his mouth. “He was playing around these two girls, and they both caught him. Idiot.” Eh, it was gonna happen sooner or later. You take another bite of your meal, and soak in the atmosphere of both the café, but also finally getting the chance to hang out with him again.

He isn’t wrong. Life has been pretty busy nowadays, but for the past few weeks, it looks like things have been calming down, especially with the chilly weather. You even got the chance to relax with Marcus yesterday.

“Oh, yeah.” Ryland nibbles another strawberry off the tip of his fork. “Him.” He mutters, his shoulders becoming a bit tense as he takes another bite of his crepe. “How was it?”

It was pretty fun, in all honesty. And the muffins he gave you as a gift were even better.

“That’s good.” He says dismissively, taking a sip of his coffee as you drone on just a little more about Marcus. It doesn’t take long to see the look of disinterest in his face, since he usually doesn’t hide it, so you switch the topic rather quickly.

“You know, I can bake too. It’s not hard.” He grumbles. “We should bake together sometime. It would be even better than with… Whoever.”

You sigh, shaking your head at his jealous nature. Idiot.

“If you’re gonna sit there and sigh, how about you just stop mentioning other people altogether?” Ryland snaps, dropping his fork on the table with a clatter as he crosses his arms. “That shit pisses me off. You’re out with me, and you’re wondering what the fuck this ‘Marcus’ guy is doing right now?” Ryland scowls deeply. “It can never be just us two, it’s always someone else…” His voice trails off as he stares down at his crepe, brows furrowing as he becomes lost in thought. You sigh at his outburst and take another bite of your meal, rolling your eyes.

It’s become so normal, brushing it off is something second nature at this point. Really, are all boy best friends this protective?

Nah, probably not. It’s always been just him that acts this way, even all those years back.

“You never take me seriously.” He hisses. “I’m gonna do something one day, cause you keep on pissing me off with all of these guys, watch.” Eugh, his tone sounded even worse right there, worse than usual… Maybe something really is off?

Once you ask, all he does is pick up his fork and mutter something under his breath. You can’t catch it at all…

It’s quiet between you two for a moment, and all that fills the silence between you two is his fork scraping on his plate, as he takes another piece of his almost finished crepe.

Though, despite all of this, all it takes is a small murmur of his name, and then another one, for him to crumble.

“Oh jeez.” He mumbles, his hand trembling a bit as he takes another bite of his crepe. “I’m sorry.” Ryland says in a hushed voice, seemingly nervous of what you think of him. “I’m trying to get better at controlling myself, I promise.”

Yeah…

“I just,” he pauses for a second. “I just really like you, obviously, so…” Ryland looks back up at you. “You don’t hate me, do you?”

Of course not.

“Are you mad?”

You smile, yet sigh, shaking your head as he starts to laugh a bit.

“Yeah, okay, of course,” he mutters. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“How bout’ there?” It took a bit for him to get back to his energetic self, but with a bit of conversation and teasing, hw’s back to good ol’ Ryland. He points to a small sweet shop on the side of the street, a fairly large line leading a bit out of the store despite the time of day, Or, er, the time of night. “They have good sweets, even some candy. Want me to get a couple, so we can take some home?”

Yes please.

Ryland grins and rubs your shoulder affectionately. “My cars open. You can wait there.” But couldn’t you just go inside with him? He pinches your cheek and tugs on it, enjoying your complaints at the pain and all of the name-calling. “I don’t want you waiting outside in the cold. I’ll be fine. Plus,” he flicks you right in the forehead, bringing a scowl right to your face. “I wanna get you some surprise sweets, so we can try them together.”

Oh. Your scowl is wiped off your face as he mentions the little surprise he had in mind. Hmm.

Fine.

You open the passenger door of his car, taking a seat inside. After Ryland makes sure you’re comfortable, and that the car is warm enough for you, you watch him walk off to the line, which luckily, has already gotten shortened by two people while you both were talking. This won’t take long.

You fiddle around with your bag in your hands, glancing around at the people passing by on the street. Actually, some of these people stay in your apartment complex, huh? It’s not too strange, since it’s fairly close. Maybe only an eight minute drive. You’ve already counted three people you recognize crossing by, including a group of women with some bags of the same sweet shop Ryland had just gone to. There’s also this guy leaning against a wall, obviously disheveled from either an exhausting day, or he’s drunk out of his mind.

Maybe it’s both?

Wait. Wait a minute.

That guy seems familiar.

Hmm. Caramel skin, brown trench coat, light brown hair, a bit messy too. It has a sort of wild look. A flask in his left hand, cigarette in his left, different color-

Different colored eyes?! Holy shit, it’s that man! The guy that helped you out with your apartment that night, no way!

He really did save you that night too, ahh, maybe another thank you and a small hello won’t hurt.

You open the car door, slamming it shut behind you as you run up to him, tapping him on his arm, and he swivels around to meet your gaze. Uh oh. There’s an evident scowl on his face. “What?” His deep, raspy voice snaps out, but his face softens as he meets your gaze, a sigh leaving his parted lips. “Sorry; Been a little wound up lately.” His eyes wander as he looks you up and down, a small ‘hmm’ noise leaving his throat as he smiles. “Can I help you, sugar?”

You stop and raise a brow. He doesn’t remember you?

His face scrunches up a bit as he slips his flask into some of his trench coat pockets, reaching up and rubbing his stubble. “I’m sorry, have we met before?” Mr. Locksmith grumbles, tapping his finger lightly on his cigarette as he looks you up and down, and he draws in another puff of smoke. “I don’t think I would fully forget a pretty face like yours.”

Oh. Your face warms up, but you don't provide him any assistance as you wait for him.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the realization to pop up on his face, and he blows the smoke out as a wide grin spreads on his face. “Oh, hey, I know you! You were the person who got locked out of their apartment, yeah?” You nod excitedly and smile, thanking him again for helping you that night. He brushes it off and taps his cigarette again, ash falling onto the ground.

“It’s nothin’. Anything to help a pretty person like yourself, sugar.” His rough hand pets and ruffles the top of your head, and you scowl at his touch. You pepped yourself up for this hangout with Ryland and everything, now he’s going to ruin your hair.

Thank god the little “date”, as Ryland called it, is already over.

“Now, what’re you all dolled up for? Are you meeting somebody?” You shake your head at his question. “Oh? You’re already done?” He says, drawing in more smoke from his cigarette, then letting it fall to the ground as he stamps it out lightly with his foot. “Hope your little date was nice. Where’s the lucky guy?” Wasn’t a date, but okay.

Off, somewhere. Getting snacks; ah, hopefully he gets those little cream puffs. Maybe Marcus would like one.

“Ahh,” He smiles. “It’s not very nice of him to leave a pretty thing like you out here alone though, is it, sugar?” You giggle and shake your head, playing along with his joke. How charming and funny can one guy be? He’s pretty good at this. Now, how many other people have fallen for his spell?

“No one else.” That’s hard to believe, for someone like him. “You’re the first.”

Ahh, now hold on a second…

“I know, I’m just joking around.” He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, popping the lid open. “You smoke?”

Hell no.

“Suit yourself.” He chuckles. “Thanks for the fifty bucks, by the way. Spent it on exactly what I told you I would.” But a whole fifty on just cigarettes is a bit much, isn’t it?

“That’s why I bought some alcohol with it too. And a nice tie.” He reaches up to his neck, stopping once he notices said tie isn’t there. “Oh yeah, forgot. I took it off earlier. Didn’t want to get it messed up.” Well, at least your money didn’t fully go toward a bad habit.

“Hold on. This your boyfriend walking up? I thought you were messing with that boy at the bar.” Boyfriend? You don’t have a…

He points down the street, and sure enough, Rylands walking up to you both, looking extremely displeased.

“Uh oh.” Mr. Locksmith chuckles and takes a step back from you as Ryland makes his way over. “Better have an explanation up.” His eyes scan over you again, up and down, and he starts to chuckle. “You little cheater.”

Ah, damn.

“Hey,” Ryland greets you in a hushed voice, glaring at Mr. Locksmith as his hand snakes around to your waist, pushing you flush against him. “C’mon, is this dumbass hitting on you?” And there goes his defensive nature. You scowl and shake your head slowly in annoyance, nudging him with your elbow harshly on his side. “Ouch, ‘kay, damn.” He hisses. Ryland's hand is still tense around you. “So, who the hell is he?”

“So you must be the lucky man.” Mr. Locksmith laughs a bit, waving his hand around dismissively. “Nah, I’m no one is important. I just helped them with…”

Oh god, he shouldn’t mention the apartment! If he does, Ryland’s gonna cause a storm with his questions like “Why didn’t you come to me?” and “Why didn’t you call me?” Ugh. Please don’t!

“Their car the other day.” Oh? “Damn thing was making some weird noises, and I happened to pass by, so I lent them a hand.” Ah, your savior!

“Your car had a problem? Why didn’t you tell me?” Oh my god. Ryland frowns as he turns back to Mr. Locksmith. “What was the problem?” Seems like a harmless question, sure, but you could tell that there was a sort of interrogating tone behind his words. Looks like he’s trying to suss out the lie. Hopefully Mr. Locksmiths a good liar.

“Their engine was sputtering. A quick look and a whack or two fixed the problem.” Nice!

“That’s all?”

“Yeah.”

God, the air between them is so tense… Mainly coming from Ryland.

Even with the tense air, Mr. Locksmith’s smile hasn’t faltered a single bit. Either he’s good at acting, or he finds the whole situation amusing. Probably the latter. And it looks like Ryland didn’t buy the lie either, but he’s always been hard to lie too.

“Something the matter?” His eyes flicker over to yours. “Your boyfriend seems tense.”

Alright, time to go.

You tug on Ryland's sleeve, trying to tug him away from the situation at hand, but it doesn’t look like he’s gonna budge.

“Hey, did you tell this guy I was-” He looks down at you, and you can see the irritation in his expression, but sees the forming frown on your face, and his eyes soften. “... Ugh, nevermind. C’mon.”

“Nice meeting you.” Mr. Locksmith gives a small wave goodbye to Ryland, and you tug him away harshly, ready to cuss him out right then and there.

“Sorry, sorry, you know how I am.” Yeah, you know all too well. Ryland gives you a cheeky chuckle and a grin, locking his fingers together with yours. His hands are always rough, but warm. “But hey, look! I got them! The last ones too. They’re fresh.” Yum. “Too bad for the suckers in line behind me.”

… He’s okay, right?

You turn your head back to Mr. Locksmith, and bite back a smile once you see the wink he gives you, holding a finger up to his lips. How fun, maybe you’ll drop a gift by his apartment later. What number did he say it was? It looks like every time you run into him, you always end up owing him some sort of favor.

Odd, you didn’t even ask for his name. Mr. Locksmith will be his name forever, you guess.

“Next time, don’t go asking weird strangers for help.” It’s always a lecture with him. “Just come to me, okay? You know damn well I’m a jack of all trades.” Yet a master at none.

Ryland reaches over and pinches your cheek, tugging on it lightly as you complain and wince at the pain. “C’mon, don’t make fun of me like that…” He chuckles “You don’t know what kind of things I’m capable of.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

might write a small bonus part where yall eat the sweets in his apartment, might not, idek

i’ll probably make a masterlist of this series soon so the story is a bit easier to follow :)

working on the house of castiello rn btw... expect it soon :)

[gourmetjello]

nikto x reader : intimidated

oh gosh loves it feels so good to be back after such a long break! i’m sorry i disappeared for over a month. sickness, late trainings, writer’s block, studying and barely hanging on by a thread took a toll on me but i’ll try to be back ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

i know it sounds unusual but i’ll try my best to write for other characters too. i know i’ve teased a little list before but now i’m starting to see a pattern form and these are the people i’m most likely going to write for : könig, krueger, ghost, ‘09 ghost, nikto, roach, soap, capt. soap, ‘09 makarov (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

hopefully you all are satisfied with the list! if you have any more suggestions just let me know somehow. now hope you enjoy the fic! ♡

tw ; alcohol, mention of drugs.

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“drink up, drink up!”

a voice yelled from behind you and all you could hear was the sound of shot glasses being knocked against each other once again. the sound was so familiar by now that you even made a mental note on how glasses sound different when they’re filled and when they’re empty. actually, why was someone raising toasts with an empty glass?

“bottoms up, y’all, don’t be pussies-“

but you didn’t have a glass in your hand, not now. you just stared at the people that were having fun and you couldn’t help but think about how you even ended up here.

there was a friend that you shared with this one guy, that’s quite literally all you were one hundred percent sure about — basically nothing. you could be looking at them directly and you would have no idea who they are, thanks to the cliche ‘friend of a friend’ circle going around this whole party. nobody knew each other, but friends and relationships don’t exist when you’re just drinking, right?

so there was that guy. and when you finally saw his face for the first time, you got the chills down your spine. he immediately seemed like someone you shouldn’t really be messing with — like he was planning something evil? or maybe he already did something bad, it felt childish to think about things like these at your grown age and you couldn’t even put your finger on what your senses told you about this person. just leave him alone and get the fuck out of here as soon as possible.

just as that thought crossed your mind, a yell broke through the happy little murmurs and drunken words.

“y’all, what the fuck! get outta’ here! right now! cops outside! holy fucking shit!”

cops outside? what the hell? why?

before the panic settled in, you blinked outside and you were amost immediately sure this wasn’t the fucking police. at least ten men dressed in black tactical outfits stood right next to the huge outdoors pool in the nicely maintained backyard. the well trimmed trees gave them an even scarier look too, painting shadows in the night all over their already dark forms.

you could even see from the corner of your eye that some were equipped with ballistic shields like it was some kind of movie. you have never seen one of those in real life before, and now it gave you a really bad feeling (pretty obviously). their faces were hidden and they were coming closer and closer to the main building all of you and your.. acquaintances were inside.

the guns hanging from their torsos.. wasn’t a nice sight, to be honest. you were convinced that these men were probably legally allowed to do anything as long as they got a bit closer to what they wanted to achieve. and for that, you weren’t exactly sure what it was. come on, shutting down a (not so) little house party with people who look like came straight out of a counter-terrorism organization? isn’t that a tiny exaggeration?

you could have sworn that you only looked away for a few seconds but the next moment you looked around the whole room was empty. fuck. well that’s a situation coming your way for sure, because one of those monsters was heading right towards your direction with a slightly wrinkled paper in his hands.

you wanted to yell and scream at him, to let him know that you absolutely had no clue what this whole thing was about and that you weren’t involved with whatever stupid drug smuggling anyone around you did — since you were sure that you weren’t the target, and they knew that too. but they had to listen to anyone they could catch.

“party’s over..” a deep voice mumbled with a heavy accent. you could recognize it anywhere. a russian accent, gosh.. you’re fucked.

and soon the paper was pressed right into your face. your nose was rubbed against the thin material, not even allowing you to see whatever was printed on it. but it was most likely a person, or at least that was what you could make out when he held it a little further away from you.

“missy, you know this fella?” the man asked.

you had no idea who was on the photo. it was a man with a beard and he seemed way too damn old to be right here, in a house party with some silly college students? he couldn’t be here, you’ve never even seen his face before.

you hesitated a little, not knowing which answer would get you out of here quicker.

“do not keep that mouth shut, come on. you’ll get outta’ here faster, come on.”

your brain immediately sobered up and a small whine left your mouth as you finally took the time to examine the terrifying person that was standing right in front of you. face mask made of kevlar, a gun hanging from his side and a pistol on his right thigh. bulletproof from head to toe. ballistic shield placed next to his other leg.

this guy was going to kill you. one hundred percent. or at least le looked like he would try to do that.

“come on, we don’t bite?”

he tried to speak normally but his statement sounded a lot more like a question, like he wasn’t sure about it either. it could have been the fact that it probably wasn’t usual for them to talk to people that look like they don’t even know where they are. and you were just like that right now. lost as fuck.

you stared up at the photo of the man once again. the black and white printing was so bad that you were barely able to make out the details on it.

“i- um.. no idea w-who’s on the photo.”

“do not lie, missy.”

“i really- i don’t know!”

“well, then let me tell you so you maybe remember, hm? this dude right here,” he gently knocked the face of the man on the paper, the material gently crumbling under his heavy, gloved finger “whose house you’re at right fucking now, has a fuck ton of cocaine under these,” now he kicked the flooring, “these little tiles.”

your eyes widened and to a person who had no clue that you were just as lost here as they are, it would probably come across as some realization. but no, it wasn’t any kind of realization — you really didn’t know about any of this! and it was hard to believe too. you didn’t even see a single line of coke on this party, it was too expensive to be wasted on little college student get-togethers?

“s-sir, i really don’t-“

“we know you know.”

“but i don’t!”

the man’s eyes widened as you started losing your shit. he probably heard the unsure shake in your voice as you slightly raised it — which was probably a stupid idea, but the situation was already bad enough when you’re locked into a burning hot little room that smelled like alcohol with someone who’s straight up dressed in carbon from head to toe? this was getting out of hand.

“missy, i’ve got the legal right to shock you, and if you refuse to give out any information then i’ll just have to do that..”

you were becoming annoyed. you were intimidated as hell and you knew that you couldn’t do anything in a situation like this, you were shaking scared. this man was making you feel so uneasy.

maybe he did it on purpose because as you stayed silent he just stared into your eyes, like a madman. he wasn’t even blinking behind that mask, the black face paint covering the area around his eyes making the color of his irises pop out from the black atmosphere around it. you just weren’t sure why he was doing this.

he placed a hand on his gun now, like he was about to slip out his pistol. but he didn’t have the right to kill or shoot you or anything like that, right? right? panic was filling your brain and goosebumps were running up and down your body as you had no idea about what these men could and could not do to an innocent civillian that actually had no clue about whatever was going on!

“we can play this game, missy. but you won’t like it.”

“i’ve said everything i know! nothing.”

“for fuck’s sake, just say something, anything.”

“but i don’t know! i accidentally ended up here, too.”

“whatever. fuck you, missy.” the man grunted as he finally let his pistol down, letting you back out from the corner he had held you in this whole time. it felt like you could finally breathe again and the cold sweat running down your temples felt like a normal reaction again.

“get the fuck outta’ here and if you know anything. keep your mouth fucking shut. am i understood?”

“y-yes sir.”

you were breathing heavy as you finally made it out of that room. it was a feeling you never wanted to experience ever again — you almost got yourself killed. and you were 99% sure that if you said the wrong stuff he wouldn’t have hesitated to use that pistol. what is wrong with humanity..

the man peeked above his shoulder to look at you walk away. he didn’t take his eyes off of you until you finally exited the whole damn house. you’re never ever coming back and that’s for sure. holy shit.

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sorry about how bad and rushed this was! :(

[spirit-girl-nijisanji]

I'm sorry, I've been distant... & Don't talk about her like that!

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➼ Pairing - Ike Eveland & Luca Kaneshiro x Fem!Reader (seperately)

➼ Content - Angst/hurt to comfort, mentions of insecurities, established relationships, Ike being a soft boy and Luca being well... Luca <3

➼ ⚠️ Please remember I only write for the personas you see on your screen. I do not and will not write for the people behind the models. Please also remember that behind the models there are very real people with very real emotions. Please be respectful towards our beloved Nijisanji EN livers and do your best to separate the real people from the persona reflected on your screen. Thank you so much and enjoy the story ⚠️

➼ Summery; Overworking and snapping on you causes some issues... ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

Ike Eveland

➼ You are one of the only solo vtubers within Nijisanji EN. You debuted as Kitsune vtuber brought from another world to watch over young children and grant luck to those who deserve it. You had been a big hit within Niji, the other talents and you got along very well and you ended up bonding deeply with a certain novelist.

The collabs you did with Ike were always full of fun and laughter, it wasn't long before the shipping began within the quilldren and your fd/n (fandom name). You and Ike always just claimed to be friends but behind the scenes, there was something much more going on. You and Ike had began dating after two months of you being Nijisanji.

Everything was going amazing in your eyes, you trusted Ike with your life and he trusted you with his. There was no trust issues and he had been helping you through so many struggles. You had always been insecure about yourself but he made you feel beautiful and loved.

You and Ike had been dating a year when you moved to live with him permanently and you loved it. A very fond memory of yours was how your friends found out about you and Ike; he had been in a discord call with the rest of Luxiem, you two hadn't told anything about your relationship yet. Not realizing he was unmuted in the call, you had come into his room to bring him a plate of caviar toast.

" Babe, here's your snack! I figured you would be hungry. " you beamed walking over to his desk and setting down the plate before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

The moment the word Babe left your lips, Ike froze. Realizing he hadn't been muted and the chatter from his genmates had completely stopped.

" IS THAT Y/N?! " the voice of the bri'ish detective rang out in your ears and you two froze seeing Ike hadn't muted himself and you just outted your relationship to his friends.

You and Ike planned to tell them, just not yet but it was a little too late..

" Hah.. Hi guys. " you spoke sheepishly. Multiple voices erupting into questions about when you got together, why didn't you tell them sooner.

After that day, the rest of Niji EN knew about your relationship and it was also revealed to the fans too, by you and Ike of course, which was met by a lot of positivity which warmed your heart.

But.. as of late, Ike seemed to always be shut in his streaming room. You hardly saw him anymore and he hardly ever slept in your shared bedroom. You had started to get concerned about him but anytime you tried to talk to him, he would wave you off and say that was busy and didn't need the distraction.

The confrontation that led to the current situation was when you had finally had enough of him avoiding you and being locked in his office all day, was the day he snapped at you;

You opened his door to see him hunched over his desk working on collab and stream ideas as well as a new novel, the dark circles under his eyes evident. You were worried sick so you walked over and you spun his chair around to face you, only to be met by Ike's irritated green eyes,

" Y/N I told you that I was busy and not to come into my office didn't I? " he said in a tired but frustrated tone

" I know but Ike you've been locked in this office for days, I hardly see you anymore. It wouldn't kill you take a break. " You retorted, worry etched on your face

Ike let out an irritated sigh, he looked up at you and brushed your hands off his chair turning back to his desk to continue his work,

" Y/N I am busy please leave my room. "

You glared at him and grabbed the back of Ike's chair and started dragging it to his door before he shot up out of his chair and grabbed onto your wrist, his green eyes now glaring down at you angrily before yelling,

" Y/N I SAID I'M BUSY! " he snapped gripping your wrist

" I CAME IN BECAUSE I'M WORRIED IKE! " You snapped back

" NO! YOUR GETTING IN MY WAY! " He snapped, not registering that what came out of his mouth

Your eyes went wide, feeling your eyes watering, the tone of his voice caused you to flinch before you ripped your wrist out of Ike's grip and you rushed out of his room, slamming the door behind you, leaving Ike standing in his room. You sprinted into the shared bedroom you shared with Ike, slamming the door and locking the door before your back hit the door and you slid down to the floor and curdled up, hugging your knees and burying your face in your knees. The tears that had come up in your eyes now began to slip down your cheeks.

Those intrusive thoughts started to creep up, 'is he getting tired of me?', 'Am I really getting in his way?', 'Why is he still with me?', 'I'm not worth his time..' you sat in the dark in the dark room trying to calm down. But now you felt you weren't good enough for to be with Ike. Maybe you were really getting in the way.

You spent 2 weeks after he finally finished with his work ignoring him. He noticed immediately. He tried to talk to you and apologize for his actions.

" Älskling.. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said.. Please talk to me. " Ike followed you around the house trying to get you to talk to him. But you ignored him.

He figured it was time to give you space so he did. He constantly noticed your spiral. All the confidence you once had, was gone. He knew it was his fault for saying what he said. But it all came to a boil when he found you sitting on the kitchen floor at 1 am in tears,

" Y/N?! Are you okay? " he asked, concern lacing his voice as he dropped down to your side and pulling you into a tight hug.

" Why are you even with me.. I know I'm always in your way! " you said starting to fight against his hug however he refused to let go, he hugged you tight. Keeping you tight in his arms. Now whispering to you, telling you that he loved you and he never meant anything he said.

You cried into his shoulder as you listened to him tell you over and over again that he loved you and he thought you were perfect to him. ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

Luca Kaneshiro

➼ You were a new nijisanji liver that came into nijisanji with a new wave, xsoleil along with Doppio Dropsythe, Hex Haywire, Ver Vermillion, Kotoka Torahime and Meloco Kyoran. The first person you had met when you joined Nijisanji was the one and only Luca Kaneshiro.

When you finally started doing livestreams regularly, most of your collabs ended up being with the mob boss. You adored his Lucubs and you knew he adored your fans. Your livestream collabs with Luca were always filled with chaos and laughter along with Lucubs and your fans saying they wish you and Luca would just get together already. You and Luca playfully flirted back and fourth all the time, well you flirted with Luca and he wouldn't pick up on it.

It was the one year anniversary from your debut and you were doing a collab playing Valorant, Xsoleil VS Luxiem. The teams had switched up after the first 4 rounds, now you, Luca, Doppio, Shu and Hex were on a team against, Vox, Ike, Mysta, Kotoka, Meloco and Ver. The round started and it was all going smoothly until you made a flirty remark towards Luca and it completely went over his head. After being taken down by Ver, you turned to read some of the superchats that came in, thanking them one by one before one completely stopping, silently reading one and you felt your heart completely shatter;

Superchat; Luca'sCape221: Seriously stop making advances towards him. He doesn't like you! Like damn. Why haven't you graduated yet, why are you still here?

You were silent for a good few minutes before the voice of Doppio snapped you out of your trance,

" Hey, VT/N (Vtuber name), You okay? " He asked making you jump before speaking,

" What? Oh um yeah I'm fine Dopi! " you replied quickly, " I have to take a quick bathroom break! " you quickly added before muting and running off to the bathroom.

~ NO ONE'S POV ~

Doppio thought it was odd that you just ran off, so when both he and Luca were killed, he started talking to Luca,

" Hey Luca, do you mind checking on VT/N's stream, she went silent while reading superchats. I think something happened. " he told the blond haired mafia boss who took action almost immediately. Turning on your stream and reading through before finding the superchats that followed with many nasty comments.

Seeing the nasty remarks from multiple people about you made his blood boil. He had only recently found out about your actual feelings and he felt the same he just didn't know how to tell you. When the match was over, he asked everyone to wait for a moment until you got back so he could say something.

~ Your POV ~

You spent a good long time in the bathroom in tears, the words from the superchat bouncing around in your mind. You tried to compose yourself so you could rejoin the collab, before you pulled up your stream and looked at the chat, seeing the flood of nasty remarks coming in, you broke down again.

After a moment, you decided to return to stream. Putting your headphones on and unmuting yourself as you spoke saying you were ready for the next game, internally groaning hearing the shaking in your voice when you spoke. Before anyone could say anything else Luca spoke up,

" Actually I wanna say something before we continue, it's important. " he spoke and everyone went silent so Luca could speak.

" Okay so, while VT/N was gone on her bathroom break, I looked at her chat. I wanna say that I am absolutely disgusted by how many nasty comments there were about her. For your information, I do happen to like her so let's shut that down right now. " He spoke in a very stern tone,

The group went completely silent, you didn't even notice that tears started to fall once again listening to Luca rant and scold those who left nasty comments in your chat.

" I do not want to see any other nasty comments like that in her chat again and I will be checking. If I see so much as one, you'll be banned by ME personally. " the normally bubbly blond said, remembering you had made him a mod in your chat. The comments filled with comforting words from both your own fanbase and Lucubs. You sniffled, catching the attention of your teammate, Shu.

" Hey, don't cry VT/N.. We got your back. " He told you in a soothing voice followed by the comforting words from your other friends and genmates. Through the chaos, you heard your phone beep, looking down, you looked at the notification and saw Luca's name;

Discord chat: Lucar Kaneshiroe: Hey, I meant what I said. I do really like you. VT/N: I... really..? Lucar Kaneshiroe: Yeah! Hey, I'm gonna have you fly up to see me so we can go on a proper date! :3

You felt your cheeks heat up while reading the messages,

Discord chat: VT/N: Y...you really don't have to do that Luca, I could pay my own way to see you! Lucar Kaneshiroe: Nope! I'm gonna pay for you to come and spend a couple weeks! " VT/N: There's no talking you out of this is there? Lucar Kaneshiroe: Nope! VT/N: Well okay but um.. we're not done with the collab Luca Lucar Kaneshiroe: ... SHIT!

You turned back to the collab, both you and Luca apologized for going silent and the collab continued, every time you noticed a nasty comment come up, it disappeared just as fast as it popped up. And each time a chat from a certain someone popped up;

Luca Kaneshiro [NIJISANJI EN]: Not today satan! VT/N IS POG! Don't tall about her like that!

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I hope you like it~! I dunno if it's as good as it could be but I did my best~!

[yandere-himiko-toga]

Hii! Could I please req an Ike Eveland and Luca Kaneshiro x femme reader fic? 😭😭 probably something like angst,hurt/comfort. Sorry, if you're uncomfortable with those,you can write anything else you'd like as well

Yeah of course~! I apologize for not seeing your request sooner! I've been a little busy but of course I can do that! I'll post it here and on my alt account @spirit-girl-nijisanji ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

I'm sorry, I've been distant...

Don't ever talk about her like that!

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➼ Pairing - Ike Eveland & Luca Kaneshiro x Fem!Reader (seperately)

➼ Content - Angst/hurt to comfort, mentions of insecurities, established relationships, Ike being a soft boy and Luca being well... Luca <3

➼ ⚠️ Please remember I only write for the personas you see on your screen. I do not and will not write for the people behind the models. Please also remember that behind the models there are very real people with very real emotions. Please be respectful towards our beloved Nijisanji EN livers and do your best to separate the real people from the persona reflected on your screen. Thank you so much and enjoy the story ⚠️

➼ Summery; Overworking and snapping on you causes some issues... ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

Ike Eveland

➼ You are one of the only solo vtubers within Nijisanji EN. You debuted as Kitsune vtuber brought from another world to watch over young children and grant luck to those who deserve it. You had been a big hit within Niji, the other talents and you got along very well and you ended up bonding deeply with a certain novelist.

The collabs you did with Ike were always full of fun and laughter, it wasn't long before the shipping began within the quilldren and your fd/n (fandom name). You and Ike always just claimed to be friends but behind the scenes, there was something much more going on. You and Ike had began dating after two months of you being Nijisanji.

Everything was going amazing in your eyes, you trusted Ike with your life and he trusted you with his. There was no trust issues and he had been helping you through so many struggles. You had always been insecure about yourself but he made you feel beautiful and loved.

You and Ike had been dating a year when you moved to live with him permanently and you loved it. A very fond memory of yours was how your friends found out about you and Ike; he had been in a discord call with the rest of Luxiem, you two hadn't told anything about your relationship yet. Not realizing he was unmuted in the call, you had come into his room to bring him a plate of caviar toast.

" Babe, here's your snack! I figured you would be hungry. " you beamed walking over to his desk and setting down the plate before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

The moment the word Babe left your lips, Ike froze. Realizing he hadn't been muted and the chatter from his genmates had completely stopped.

" IS THAT Y/N?! " the voice of the bri'ish detective rang out in your ears and you two froze seeing Ike hadn't muted himself and you just outted your relationship to his friends.

You and Ike planned to tell them, just not yet but it was a little too late..

" Hah.. Hi guys. " you spoke sheepishly. Multiple voices erupting into questions about when you got together, why didn't you tell them sooner.

After that day, the rest of Niji EN knew about your relationship and it was also revealed to the fans too, by you and Ike of course, which was met by a lot of positivity which warmed your heart.

But.. as of late, Ike seemed to always be shut in his streaming room. You hardly saw him anymore and he hardly ever slept in your shared bedroom. You had started to get concerned about him but anytime you tried to talk to him, he would wave you off and say that was busy and didn't need the distraction.

The confrontation that led to the current situation was when you had finally had enough of him avoiding you and being locked in his office all day, was the day he snapped at you;

You opened his door to see him hunched over his desk working on collab and stream ideas as well as a new novel, the dark circles under his eyes evident. You were worried sick so you walked over and you spun his chair around to face you, only to be met by Ike's irritated green eyes,

" Y/N I told you that I was busy and not to come into my office didn't I? " he said in a tired but frustrated tone

" I know but Ike you've been locked in this office for days, I hardly see you anymore. It wouldn't kill you take a break. " You retorted, worry etched on your face

Ike let out an irritated sigh, he looked up at you and brushed your hands off his chair turning back to his desk to continue his work,

" Y/N I am busy please leave my room. "

You glared at him and grabbed the back of Ike's chair and started dragging it to his door before he shot up out of his chair and grabbed onto your wrist, his green eyes now glaring down at you angrily before yelling,

" Y/N I SAID I'M BUSY! " he snapped gripping your wrist

" I CAME IN BECAUSE I'M WORRIED IKE! " You snapped back

" NO! YOUR GETTING IN MY WAY! " He snapped, not registering that what came out of his mouth

Your eyes went wide, feeling your eyes watering, the tone of his voice caused you to flinch before you ripped your wrist out of Ike's grip and you rushed out of his room, slamming the door behind you, leaving Ike standing in his room. You sprinted into the shared bedroom you shared with Ike, slamming the door and locking the door before your back hit the door and you slid down to the floor and curdled up, hugging your knees and burying your face in your knees. The tears that had come up in your eyes now began to slip down your cheeks.

Those intrusive thoughts started to creep up, 'is he getting tired of me?', 'Am I really getting in his way?', 'Why is he still with me?', 'I'm not worth his time..' you sat in the dark in the dark room trying to calm down. But now you felt you weren't good enough for to be with Ike. Maybe you were really getting in the way.

You spent 2 weeks after he finally finished with his work ignoring him. He noticed immediately. He tried to talk to you and apologize for his actions.

" Älskling.. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said.. Please talk to me. " Ike followed you around the house trying to get you to talk to him. But you ignored him.

He figured it was time to give you space so he did. He constantly noticed your spiral. All the confidence you once had, was gone. He knew it was his fault for saying what he said. But it all came to a boil when he found you sitting on the kitchen floor at 1 am in tears,

" Y/N?! Are you okay? " he asked, concern lacing his voice as he dropped down to your side and pulling you into a tight hug.

" Why are you even with me.. I know I'm always in your way! " you said starting to fight against his hug however he refused to let go, he hugged you tight. Keeping you tight in his arms. Now whispering to you, telling you that he loved you and he never meant anything he said.

You cried into his shoulder as you listened to him tell you over and over again that he loved you and he thought you were perfect to him. ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

Luca Kaneshiro

➼ You were a new nijisanji liver that came into nijisanji with a new wave, xsoleil along with Doppio Dropsythe, Hex Haywire, Ver Vermillion, Kotoka Torahime and Meloco Kyoran. The first person you had met when you joined Nijisanji was the one and only Luca Kaneshiro.

When you finally started doing livestreams regularly, most of your collabs ended up being with the mob boss. You adored his Lucubs and you knew he adored your fans. Your livestream collabs with Luca were always filled with chaos and laughter along with Lucubs and your fans saying they wish you and Luca would just get together already. You and Luca playfully flirted back and fourth all the time, well you flirted with Luca and he wouldn't pick up on it.

It was the one year anniversary from your debut and you were doing a collab playing Valorant, Xsoleil VS Luxiem. The teams had switched up after the first 4 rounds, now you, Luca, Doppio, Shu and Hex were on a team against, Vox, Ike, Mysta, Kotoka, Meloco and Ver. The round started and it was all going smoothly until you made a flirty remark towards Luca and it completely went over his head. After being taken down by Ver, you turned to read some of the superchats that came in, thanking them one by one before one completely stopping, silently reading one and you felt your heart completely shatter;

Superchat; Luca'sCape221: Seriously stop making advances towards him. He doesn't like you! Like damn. Why haven't you graduated yet, why are you still here?

You were silent for a good few minutes before the voice of Doppio snapped you out of your trance,

" Hey, VT/N (Vtuber name), You okay? " He asked making you jump before speaking,

" What? Oh um yeah I'm fine Dopi! " you replied quickly, " I have to take a quick bathroom break! " you quickly added before muting and running off to the bathroom.

~ NO ONE'S POV ~

Doppio thought it was odd that you just ran off, so when both he and Luca were killed, he started talking to Luca,

" Hey Luca, do you mind checking on VT/N's stream, she went silent while reading superchats. I think something happened. " he told the blond haired mafia boss who took action almost immediately. Turning on your stream and reading through before finding the superchats that followed with many nasty comments.

Seeing the nasty remarks from multiple people about you made his blood boil. He had only recently found out about your actual feelings and he felt the same he just didn't know how to tell you. When the match was over, he asked everyone to wait for a moment until you got back so he could say something.

~ Your POV ~

You spent a good long time in the bathroom in tears, the words from the superchat bouncing around in your mind. You tried to compose yourself so you could rejoin the collab, before you pulled up your stream and looked at the chat, seeing the flood of nasty remarks coming in, you broke down again.

After a moment, you decided to return to stream. Putting your headphones on and unmuting yourself as you spoke saying you were ready for the next game, internally groaning hearing the shaking in your voice when you spoke. Before anyone could say anything else Luca spoke up,

" Actually I wanna say something before we continue, it's important. " he spoke and everyone went silent so Luca could speak.

" Okay so, while VT/N was gone on her bathroom break, I looked at her chat. I wanna say that I am absolutely disgusted by how many nasty comments there were about her. For your information, I do happen to like her so let's shut that down right now. " He spoke in a very stern tone,

The group went completely silent, you didn't even notice that tears started to fall once again listening to Luca rant and scold those who left nasty comments in your chat.

" I do not want to see any other nasty comments like that in her chat again and I will be checking. If I see so much as one, you'll be banned by ME personally. " the normally bubbly blond said, remembering you had made him a mod in your chat. The comments filled with comforting words from both your own fanbase and Lucubs. You sniffled, catching the attention of your teammate, Shu.

" Hey, don't cry VT/N.. We got your back. " He told you in a soothing voice followed by the comforting words from your other friends and genmates. Through the chaos, you heard your phone beep, looking down, you looked at the notification and saw Luca's name;

Discord chat: Lucar Kaneshiroe: Hey, I meant what I said. I do really like you. VT/N: I... really..? Lucar Kaneshiroe: Yeah! Hey, I'm gonna have you fly up to see me so we can go on a proper date! :3

You felt your cheeks heat up while reading the messages,

Discord chat: VT/N: Y...you really don't have to do that Luca, I could pay my own way to see you! Lucar Kaneshiroe: Nope! I'm gonna pay for you to come and spend a couple weeks! " VT/N: There's no talking you out of this is there? Lucar Kaneshiroe: Nope! VT/N: Well okay but um.. we're not done with the collab Luca Lucar Kaneshiroe: ... SHIT!

You turned back to the collab, both you and Luca apologized for going silent and the collab continued, every time you noticed a nasty comment come up, it disappeared just as fast as it popped up. And each time a chat from a certain someone popped up;

Luca Kaneshiro [NIJISANJI EN]: Not today satan! VT/N IS POG! Don't tall about her like that!

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

I hope you like it~! I dunno if it's as good as it could be but I did my best~!

[yjano]

Who I am now?

Part 16.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Genre: Angst, comedy, dark romance.

Warnings: Strong language, angst scenes. 18+ content can be found.

Words: 10k.

Author's note: This story contains mature topics and is not fully related to the duskwood game. A different parallel with different personalities. I want you guys to prepare yourself for this chapter. It was a tricky part to write so don't rush in reading it.♡

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Mc focus.

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"So what's on today's agenda?" I asked excitedly, slipping into a free seat at the dining table.

"I'm glad one of us is cheery," Nymos muttered under his breath, paving butter onto a piece of perfectly browned toast. Sam hummed in agreement, halfheartedly massaging his forehead. Lex, sitting by me, gave up on breakfast and just let her head drop onto the glass table, creating a dull thud...

I frowned at their state.

"What's up with all of you?" I asked lightly, helping myself to a piece of toast piled high onto a plate. Lex's body was still slumped forward.

"Whilst you stayed in like a smart kid, we were out partying like crazy." Lex drawled tiredly before narrowing her eyes at something on my neck.

"Though it looks like you and Jake had a little party yourself."

I stopped my mid-chew at her words, looking at her confusedly.

"Huh?"

"You got a hickey on your neck."

I froze completely. because Lex was right. There was a purpling bruise the size of a penny marring my warm tone skin, located just below my jaw and looking utterly eye-catching to the intrigued three friends who grinned at me. This hickey was caused by none other than the one and only, Jake Dalton.

"The real question here is what base they got to." A sleepy Nymos pointed out, lazily prodding the butter knife at a startled me. I glanced over my shoulder, thinking about escaping from the smirking friends.

Nymos slyly smirked with his eyes lidded but glinting shamelessly with curiosity.

"So Mc, tell me what base you two got on to. Jake has always been stingy about letting out his sex life details."

"That's because I believe sex is a private thing that's done between only me and my partner." Jake smoothly stated, walking into the kitchen and passing by the table where we were all sat at. Jake blinked at Nymos blankly. "Meaning that, unlike you, Nymos. No one needs to know what we do except Mc and me."

"What do you mean by 'unlike you, Nymos'?" Nymos retorted. "For your information, I'm very protective about my sex life."

In the process of raiding the refrigerator, Jake snorted at Nymos comment, looking up and quirking an eyebrow.

"You, as if you haven't told Sam about the things you've done with your partner."

"You told Sam about my kink?" An incredulous Lex asked Nymos her brows drawing together in disbelief. Sam put a hand on his mouth to hold in laughter.

"Is that why you kept that maid costume in the back of your wardrobe?" Nymos asked slowly, his tired eyes widening in realization.

"Oh my god, you two are horrible at keeping your sex life to yourself." Sam rolled his eyes tiredly and bit into a piece of toast with a grin on his face. Jake and I were stunned because Nymos and Lex publicly talked about their sex life.

"Horrible," Jake repeated, laughing and agreeing with Sam.

I was too mortified to comment so I was sitting there, awkwardly heating up like crazy and glowing a bright shade of red. I gulped down mouthfuls of apple juice, noticing Jake shooting me a small smile as he pulled out a milk carton from the fridge.

Now, normally, I'd flash a friendly smile right back but today. I felt incredibly shy after last night's deeds. I looked away and hurriedly gnawed at my crunchy toast. Jake looked away to pour milk into his bowl of cereals whilst smiling knowingly about my behavior change.

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Jake focus.

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We were under the lush foliage surrounding penthouses, lying beneath the multiple evergreen trees and gazing up at the sight of sunlight poking through the dozen branches. We interlocked fingers with each other.

I was laying beside Mc on the ice-cold bonnet of the jeep, I was smoking the last of my cigarette, staring up at the trees beautiful is what I thought. Beautiful is what I think of the accumulating moments spent with Mc.

Beautiful is what I think every time I look at my girlfriend. Every time she speaks, laugh, frowns, cry. Mc's just so incredibly beautiful. I concluded, tilting my head down slightly to look at her sleeping peacefully on my bicep.

Flecks of gold and amber seemed to embed themselves into her skin, making her slightly tan skin tone all the more attractive as she was laying there with me on the bonnet of the jeep, under the warm sunlight.

Her thick, dark lashes lined her closed eyelids prettily and her dark hair fell delicately over her eyes, her pink mouth was parted slightly and I could hear her inhaling and exhaling deeply, indicating that she was fast asleep.

So fucking beautiful.

I looked away to stub out my lit cigarette on the gleaming paintwork of the jeep. crushing the flame and marring the dark coat of the jeep with a small burn mark. I dropped the cigarette butt into the now empty plastic container.

I turned to look back at Mc and in the midst of internally cooing at how well she slept, I tilted my head down slightly to press the utmost softest kiss on her parted lips, tasting strawberries and cigarette smoke, I pulled away seconds later, aiming to not wake her up from her seemingly deep slumber.

Sighing contentedly, I gazed up at the patches of the sky peeping through the branches and smiled to myself, feeling utterly relaxed and calm. Something I hadn't felt much the past year.

My peaceful thoughts were abruptly halted when my phone rang, the loud, dissonant chime alerted me about an incoming call. Hurrying to not startle Mc awake from her nap, I answered the call without taking a glance at the contact name displayed on my screen.

"Hello?"

"It's been nearly two months, hacker boy. I told you to take your time but damn, I didn't think you'd take this long. What's up? Is there a problem?"

I've been blatantly avoiding Dan these days, I was stunned at the audio of his sudden grainy voice on the other side of the phone and gulped hard, removing the device from my ear so I could read the caller I'd imprinted on the screen of my phone. The thing is. Dan figure it out it was me who took Mc away. He allowed me to have my moment but he insisted to get her back home.

"Nothing's wrong." I coughed out as soon as I pressed my phone against my ear again.

"Are you sure? you took a lot of seconds just there to answer me back so simply." Dan mused.

"I'm just a little busy that's all." I hurriedly replied, clearing my throat loudly.

"If nothing's wrong then where's Mc? Where are you?" Dan asked, I heard Jessica's voice from behind. I sighed and bit my lower lip, stressing out slightly.

"You should let her go come now. Give it some time and catch Richy." Dan ordered after Jessica's voice disappeared.

I held my breath, peeking at Mc.

No.

No, no.

Say something, Jake.

"Uh, I need more time."

"Look, Jake, you either bring her back or I'm coming myself to beat your ass."

"Fine." Wait, no-

"Alright, you better keep your promise." Shit.

Groaning at my weak attempt to talk to him about my and Mc's new relationship. I sighed, looking back up at the evergreen trees and suddenly they don't look so majestic to me. They're no longer just trees, they're tall beasts that loom over and seemingly entwine their hands over and around me, entrapping panicked me and closing off any possible escape route.

I will have to send her home. Powerless I ducked my head, reaching up with a hand to claw at my dark hair, frustratedly tugging at my thick locks.

They can't take my happiness away after only just finding it. That's too cruel, too cruel. I can't go back to how I was, I can't go back to hating myself, to distancing friends, to drinking and smoking away precious hours. I can't. I want to, no, need to stay with Mc. I don't wanna leave her side. I don't want to.

I don't want to become alone again. I felt sick.

I don't wanna lose a loved one again. Don't let me lose another. I now felt, truly sick-

"Jake?" Mc's voice broke me out of my suffocating thoughts. Shocking me into tearing my widened eyes away from the evergreen trees to look down at Mc.

My Mc looked so effortlessly beautiful lying there on my arm with her soft hair sticking up in tufts. She smiled at me lazily, completely oblivious to my heavy heart and desperate thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" She yawned before nuzzling into my side and playfully swinging her leg over my body latching onto me. The simple feeling of Mc grounding me down pulled my panicking self back to the present moment, pulling me away from my rather hurtful past and the painful memories.

Mc wordlessly wrapped her arm closer around me before burying her face into my shoulder, receiving her daily dose of my scent.

"You're freezing," She mumbled. Recovering from the feeling of sickness coursing throughout my entire body, I breathed out heavily.

"Yea," I mumbled against her hair, closing my eyelids and trying to enjoy my happiness's warmth.

"Hey, babe?" Realizing just how much I needed Mc to touch me to awaken me. I curled my arms around Mc's waist, firmly holding onto her little frame.

"Mm?" She hummed, smiling against my shoulder.

"Just wanted to say I love you."

"W-what?" A startled Mc pulled away slightly to stare up at me. "You can't just suddenly drop that bombshell on me." She exclaimed. "I have to be ready when you say that."

I confusedly chuckled, getting distracted from the miserable dark cloud that hung over the future of our relationship.

"What do you mean 'ready'? You don't need to be ready to say I love you, just say it if you feel it, Mc."

"I have to be ready, okay? Saying those three words is a big thing, It's something precious and special. You can't just go around flinging it at me and expect me to say it back so easily." Mc whined, embarrassed by how inexperienced and extra she was being.

"That sorta stuff makes me shy so you gotta give me a heads up, Jake."

Now full-on laughing, I gently pushed Mc's too-long fringe out of her distressed eyes, totally disbelieving her demand to give her a 'heads up' when she says I love you to me.

"Alright, baby." I choked out, struggling to hold back my laughter after seeing Mc at me laughing.

"Am I allowed to say the three words now or do I need to give you a five-minute break? Or maybe a ten-minute break would suffice?"

Mc, growing beet red with embarrassment, shook her head.

"No. I am ready now."

"Okay." Grinning, I leaned in closer to an increasingly hot Mc whispering. "I love you, Mc."

Mc reddened and mumbled "I love you more." She nervously refused to meet my eyes.

"That's not possible." I hummed in reply, taking one of her hands and lifting it slightly up into the air above us. I smiled, pressing our cold palms against each other and locking our hands in place by entwining our fingers.

"Yes, it is possible," Mc murmured, squeezing my hand, "My feelings are proof."

"Oh?" I arched an eyebrow at her. "Then what about my feelings?"

Mc chuckled as we both gazed at our interlocked hands hovering in midair.

Things like Mc glowing crimson with embarrassment, her warm hugs, saying 'i love you' one more time. Holding hands together. This is all I lived for. These small moments, feelings, and expressions. They all make my heart swell, making me momentarily forget about the thought of leaving her.

I gave her hand a small squeeze and started up a meaningless conversation with her joining in brightly and smiling widely at me.

Smiling back at her, I listened to Mc attentively. I decided to ignore the fact that I'll have to leave her for the day and spend every moment I have with Mc today and fix up a fucking solution for everything. I have to protect her from Richy.

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After driving back from the forest to the penthouse. Mc was sitting on our shared bed in between my thighs. She stared at my hand tattoo in awe.

"Pretty," She murmured, using the pad of her thumb to trace over the detailed curves and lines.

"Yeah?" I hummed, momentarily tearing my eyes away from the tv screen to look down at my beautiful girl wedged in between my legs. "I'm thinking about drawing up a few more designs and getting them done soon too." I mused, chuckling at how easily entranced Mc got with my tattoos. Mc hummed, nodding slowly.

"But what about you? Do you wanna get a tattoo done?" I patted her hip, motioning her to turn around on my lap so she'd face me. Her hands curled around my neck. I lightly grazed my fingertips over her exposed thigh.

"I'm scared of needles." Mc hummed out, growing hot under the feeling of my hand resting carelessly atop her upper thigh.

"And I have lo-low pain tolerance so it wouldn't work out." She stuttered, gulping.

"If you had high pain tolerance, would you want one?" I asked, half interested in her response and half just wanting to hear Mc stutter again. Now when I pressed my fingertips into the flesh of her thigh playfully. I smirked when Mc fumbled around more, mumbling out ineligible words and getting embarrassed before finally choking out.

"Y-yeah, probably."

"Oh? What would you want? Where on your body? Do you want it colored or just plain black?" I asked ruthlessly. Call me sadistic because I am finding it pretty enjoyable to see and hear Mc become so flustered at the simple feeling of my hand on her thigh. I focused solely on getting her even more winded.

"Colored ones sound nice," Mc breathed out, "And I think'd want it on my thigh. pretty flowers on my thigh. Ro-roses for example." She mumbled. Her words finally made me stop my actions and curiously regard her, a little startled by her exact wishes.

"Roses, baby?"

"Yeah, I want to have roses trailing up my leg. Small ones."

The gears inside my head started whirring when I conjured up a rather pretty mental image of Mc's soft thigh covered in inked roses. All of them messily trailed up her thigh and curved towards her lower stomach.

I was mesmerized by the fucking thought and found my right-hand itching to grab a pen and paper and draw it up before showing Mc, wanting to know if it was what she had had in mind. But then an idea struck me.

"I'll give you a tattoo," I said suddenly, making Mc frown at me slightly.

"Huh?"

Without answering her, I leaned away slightly so I could reach the bedside table to my left easily. I pulled the small drawer out, revealing the little content inside. A box of condoms, lemon-scented hand wipes, pocket tissues, spare batteries, and finally, a pen, a branded pen that I know is water-based and won't harm Mc with its ink.

"Baby, lie on your back for me," I instructed distractedly, hastily biting the cap off the pen and scrawling something on the back of my hand to see if the pen worked.

Mc sent me a questioning look, before laying on her back hesitantly. With a cap still wedged between my teeth, I grinned at her reassuringly before shuffling forwards to sit in between her legs and lifting the pen to Mc's exposed thigh.

"Wow, you're actually gonna give me a tattoo."

"Of course," I paused momentarily to rifle through the pockets of the leather jacket, searching for my phone. "And major bonus. It's going to be painless." I announced, finally grasping my mobile phone, bringing it out, and unlocking it. I chucked it lazily in her direction. Mc caught it before it landed flat on her face.

"To distract you," I said, ducking my head, refocusing on her thigh, and bringing the pen to skin.

"Why do I need the distraction?"

"One, you're gonna get bored because it's gonna take an age to doodle a shit ton of roses on your skin and two," I pointedly glanced upwards at Mc when she squirmed a little at the press of the cold nib against her flesh.

"And two, you're going to start to fidget if you're not focusing on something so have a go at the games on my phone. See if you can beat my high score." I said my last statement so cockily that Mc narrowed her eyes in a silent challenge.

"Oh, let's see, Dolton."

-A few hours later-

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Mc focus.

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Two hours later I still haven't mastered Jake's level on the highly addictive game.

I was sitting curled up on our bed. I one-handed enthusiastically played the game on Jake's phone whilst running my other hand through Jake's dark locks as he was napping on my untattooed thigh.

Sam, Lex, and Nymos were out to pick up lunch from the restaurant featured inside a nearby restaurant. The entire penthouse suite was quiet save for the sound of Jake's slow breathing and the soft sounds from the game.

It was peaceful and calming in my opinion and I wouldn't dare move from the comfortable position I was in.

One because I'm too engrossed in beating Jake's high score. Two, I don't want to smudge Jake's drawn artwork and risk having multiple black streaks ruin my "tattoo" and three. The warmth that emanated from Jake was way too comforting to retract away from easily.

So when the doorbell of the penthouse suite rang loudly and urgently, once, twice, thrice. I groaned out in irritation, reluctantly pausing the game and setting Jake's phone to the side. I gently pushed Jake's head off of my thigh and set the guy's lolling head on a nearby pillow whilst being careful not to wake him up from his seemingly deep slumber.

Why are they even ringing the doorbell?

I padded away from the bedroom space to the stretch of the hallway leading to the main entrance of the suite.

They all have those door keycards so why use the doorbell?

I hurriedly unlocked the latch and swung it open because godamn, judging from the person's incessant need to press the doorbell, my guest is eager for me to open up the door.

"Lex I swear-"

"Oh, thank god, it's you. Listen, I gotta tell you something real quick." A relieved Ikari breathed when her eyes flit around her surroundings, looking hesitant to be standing there before the penthouse suite, before me.

I stared at her stunned and rather confused. My brows knitted together with confusion when Ikari wrapped a small hand around the diameter of my wrist and hastily tugged me out of the doorway of the penthouse and into the small free space before the main entrance. I frowned at her actions.

"What do you want?" I asked slowly, carefully easing my wrist out of her freakishly strong grip, staring at her with a hefty amount of apprehension in my narrowed eyes.

What does she want? Why does she want to talk to me? Should I go and wake up Jake and-

"I need to warn you about Jake...I don't want you to be put through the same torture I had to face when I dated him. You don't deserve it, no one deserves to date Jake and to be faced with that. His terrifying abuse." She gasped out, her small hands curling into shaking fists, her shoulders similarly shuddering.

"Wait what?" I disbelieving gasped out. "Abuse and torture? Just what are you trying to say?"

"Jake, he may look all nice and good and great at first but let me tell you. He's not like that at all he's a demon." She burst out, unsteady hands flailing up to clutch at the material of her plain tee looking as if she was facing some sort of internal pain.

"He'll hurt you, call you names, will lock you up, and force you to do things." Ikari choked out, looking upwards at me and immediately catching me off guard with her eyes now wet with oncoming tears. "You need to run, you need to run away now."

"What? What the hell are-"

"He's so scary, he gets incredibly possessive and won't let you go anywhere without him following you. To public places, to meetings with friends and family, to everywhere." She took a sharp drag of air before continuing. "He once told me that it's a paranoia that one of his group's rivals will take me away and hurt me. But he was the only one hurting me. No one else, just him."

Ikari looked as if she was on the verge of experiencing a mental breakdown on my doorstep.

"I don't how the hell I managed to get here without breaking down." She commented, laughing mirthlessly through her tears. "I feel like I'd throw up if I have to see his face again."

"I, what, wait-"

"I'd have a new bruise decorating my body every day, you know." She whispered almost inaudibly as she was staring at the hardwood floorboards in a tearful trance-like state.

"I- no." I gulped with my fingernails digging into my palm and creating small crescent-shaped indentations as I was listening in on her traumatizing experience.

"No." I shook my head. "Jake would never do that. He's not like that at all. You're the bad one. You broke Jake's heart." I responded with my tone accusatory and disbelieving but there was a telltale hint of hesitation in my words. Ikari shook her head frantically, fat tears rolling down and staining her cheeks.

"Whatever they told you about me. It's all wrong. I didn't break Jake's heart and I never intended to break Lex's heart. I was just trying to save myself!" She sobbed, her chest now wracking with every breath she took.

"I tried to save myself from Jake. They're the ones lying not me, I promise you!"

"This doesn't make any sense!" My hands grasped my hair with growing frustration. "Why would Jake, how? I don't understand." I bit my lip, looking at her with hazed uncertainty in my eyes.

"I just wanted to run away from Jake to save myself, to free myself."

"But why would Jake act all nice now? Why lie to me about you?" I breathed out, dropping my hand from my hair.

"He's weaved all these lies and acts together to get you to feel love and sympathy for him, the fucking psycho." Ikari tearfully hissed out.

"No," I chewed on my lower lip. "I believe in Jake. He's the good guy-"

"No! why don't you understand?!" An exhausted Ikari cried out, fresh tears flowing freely down.

"He's not a good guy! He's abusive and disgusting. I thought he was protecting me, loving me but no. He's so fucked up, so fucked up that he's beyond even repairing."

"I don't know what to think." I swallowed thickly. "He's sweet and nice"

"Didn't you see the way he fought that guy Richy?" She asked imploringly.

"Didn't you see the way he repeatedly beat his head against that truck? He's violent and one day, he'll inflict that same violence on you. There's gotta be another moment when you've witnessed his violence." She pleaded when she noticed me biting my lip. She knows that I have seen another act of violence caused by Jake.

Unwillingly, I think back to when Jake had killed that thug, witnessing the very murder which had conceived that terrifying nightmare to follow onwards.

"Yeah, I've seen it," I mumbled weakly.

"You know what he's capable of and you're still here? Still, dating him? I know you're feeling confused and disarrayed by all this sudden information but Jake is truly bad for you. You need to escape while you have the chance." She begged relentlessly, grabbing ahold of both my hands and squeezing them with desperation as she locked teary eyes with me. "Every night, he'll hurt you physically, mentally, and sexually."

"I-"

"Just do it, godamn it! I can't see someone else unknowingly fall into his trap!"

"...Wow, you fucking disgust me."

Her head shoots upwards.

"W-what?"

All traces of hesitation and uncertainty was wiped off my face, leaving only a mirthless smile on my mouth and a quirked dark eyebrow.

I straightened up from my previous slumped posture and cocked my head to the side slightly. I gazed down at the girl. Ikari stared wide-eyed at me. I folded my arms over my chest and switched my lighthearted expression for one of contempt.

"Yeah, you fucking disgust me. Lying about something as horrifying as that just to get me to break up with Jake? Wow, how low can you get?" I chucked, shaking my head in disbelief before suddenly quirking my lips into a small grin.

"But hey! 8 for the acting skills. You nearly got me there but it's a shame that you didn't think this through clearly." I laughed quietly, lazily shaking my bangs out of my eyes.

Her slightly confused expression suddenly dropped, one of newfound amusement replacing it as I continued speaking.

"What did you say again? 'I'd throw up if I had to see his face again'? But oh my, how did you remain so calm and collected during the fight between Jake and Richy?" I questioned, feigning surprise. "Remember, you just strolled right up to them and didn't look anywhere close to throwing up or experiencing a mental breakdown upon seeing my boyfriend's face." I playfully taunted with a small, amused smile interlacing my features. Upon realizing that I had her fake person sussed out. Ikari brushed her hair out of her eyes lazily, laughing softly.

"Alright, you got me. Jake seems to have chosen you well, huh?" She commented dryly as she procured a clean tissue from her jeans pocket and used it to pat at her wet under eyes, deftly picking up the thin smears of mascara off her porcelain skin.

"Mm, I guess he did." I mused out loud before swiftly turning around. "Well, nice meeting you and seeing your little performance, Ikari, but I'm sorta busy at the moment so you'll have to excuse me." I nicely faked a smile before fishing out my keycard from the inside of my shorts pockets to open the now-closed door. I was about to unlock the door, swiftly enter the room, and pettily leave Ikari out on our doorstep but she quickly said words that stopped me from waving the keycard over the small sensor built into the door.

"Damn here I was thinking that you're probably nothing but a brainless bitch- But," She chuckled. "Guess I should've thought better of Mc Estrada."

I wasn't particularly surprised by her knowing me but I was rather surprised by my actions. I swiped the keycard over the sensor and using one foot to prop open the heavy oakwood door, I looked over my shoulder at Ikari who was staring at me.

"What are you trying to do? Get rid of me because you can't bear to see Jake happy. Or because you're just desperate for his attention now that he's distracted?" I asked a little too stiffly for my liking.

Fuck, I was meant to be all suave and cool.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Is it bad that that might be the reason why?" She laughed at me. "Need for attention? Boredom? Jealousy? Whatever the hell it is, it's telling me to get rid of you, honey, and you being smart just makes me wanna get rid of you more."

Though she was wearing a sweet smile on her features, the tone of her words was laced with sheer confidence and contempt.

"Oh yeah? Sorry honey, but I intend to go nowhere." I bit out.

"Ah," She sighed, fake sympathetic, "But remind me who you are again? You are the girl who's been missing for oh, nearly two months... right? What? Did you think I'd come here without a backup plan? My college drama classes might not have worked on getting you to leave but I'm sure the entirety of the Duskwood police force will me help out on this. Why don't you make it easier for us and just give up Jake by tomorrow, hm? Do us all a favor."

Whilst she spoke, I rigidly stepped inside the penthouse room and turned around so I could lean against the doorway and glare hard at her.

"Do your worst, Ikari," I spat out, "Jake and I are ready for the worst."

"Oh, we'll see about that, Mc."

I caught her beaming at me before slamming the door shut in her face. Maybe slamming it a little too hard because Jake woke up from his nap.

"Mc, who're you talking to?" He called out groggily from their bedroom, the sound of slow shuffling indicating that Jake was moving around.

I swiftly swallowed the growing lump in my throat and without thinking properly I spilled random words.

"Just room service. They got the wrong room."

I was not entirely sure why I lied to my boyfriend.

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Richy focus.

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Fucking hell.

I hissed gingerly applying an antiseptic cream to a stinging cut on my lower lip. I looked up at the mirror, at the bruises and cuts that decorate my fine features.

Well, what did you think he'd do?

I mentally rolled my eyes at my thoughts.

I sighed heavily, moving away from the mirror and walking out of the rather spacious bathroom.

Nah. Maybe it's for the best to stay away after all, I don't wanna face the wrath of hulk again, and let's not forget his twin brother that was eager to kill me.

I was soon brought out of my boredom seconds later when the sound of quick footsteps, my supposed girlfriend walked into our shared bedroom.

"I'm pissed," She muttered briskly as she entered the bedroom, huffily kicking off her high heels with pure irritation radiating from the entirety of her body.

"Well, hello to you too." I hummed out, lazily glancing at her rather disheveled appearance. But I decided that tv is more important than Ikari. I flickered my eyes back to the large screen, unsubtly ignoring her.

"I talked to Mc today." She sneered, angrily untying the hair tie that secured her loose ponytail in place. The word 'Mc' caught my attention.

"Wait, what?"

I sighed internally, I knew she'd try something with Mc.

"You didn't do anything, right?" I asked whilst narrowing my eyes at Ikari, mentally praying to the lords above that she hadn't done anything that'd inflict Jake's violent wrath on me.

Please, say you didn't do any damage.

"We just talked. I didn't do anything," She grumbled out, facing away from me and running a hand through her short, dark hair to untangle any knots.

However, my mental praise to whatever god is up there soon dissipates when Ikari looked over her shoulder at me.

"At least, not yet." She hummed with a smirk playing on her face. Knowing the look on her face means trouble which no doubt will affect me in some way shortly.

"Mc Estrada will regret being a smart ass and calling me pathetic for 'wanting Jake back now that he's so taken' which I so fucking do not want."

I raised an amused eyebrow at her.

"And just what exactly do you have in mind for her?"

It is funny for her to assume I'd let something happen at Mc.

"The entirety of the Duskwood city police force. Hm, and maybe national news too."

"Huh." I rolled my eyes, knowing I can get exposed too. "I don't think I like the sound of that very much."

(While writing this part I listened to Help round the corner by coldplay. It's up to you if you'd like to listen it♡)

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Jake focus.

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Soft, warm, pleasant, treasure, comforting, beautiful, good, and favorite. Those are a few of the many words that randomly popped into my mind when I was thinking about Mc. When I listened to Mc talk about something animatedly and with such fervor. I didn't realize I wasn't actually listening to her but simply staring at her. When Mc smiled at me and suddenly my entire being comes to a standstill. When I am touching her, kissing her, like when our lips are slick with saliva and we are utterly breathless with our hearts beating rapidly and chests racking with every forced breath taken. Only Mc seemed to reduce me to this state so easily.

Both of us pulled away momentarily to stare at each other hazily through lidded eyes as we hurriedly chased after our breaths. Utterly breathless, Mc grinned languidly at me as she adjusted herself a little more comfortably on my lap, and just like that, just when I thought I had regained my breath. My breath just whooshed right out of me, leaving me to dazedly look up at my beautiful, beautiful girlfriend.

Mc chuckled softly at the look on my face as she lifted both hands, lazily cupping my cheeks and caressing smooth skin with a barely-there touch, fingers grazing over cheekbones and a strong jaw. I caved into her touch almost immediately, allowing her to trace her fingers on my facial features.

"Where's this from?" Mc asked quietly when her thumb snagged over the small scar in my skin just under my eye. She glanced at the scar decorating my skin and run her thumb over the scar again.

"Happened when I was ten. I fought with Nymos for the phone."

"Who won?"

"Me, of course." I puffed out my chest a little.

"Of course." She laughed, still distractedly thumbing at the scar. "And tell me, Jake," She hummed. "Just how did you win?"

I looked less smug now.

"I ratted out him to mom."

"I thought so," Mc commented, grinning lopsidedly as she dropped her hands from my face.

"Mhm..." I murmured, sounding distracted. I tried to sneak my hands up Mc's t-shirt and feel warm, smooth skin beneath my fingertips. "I bet you were a troublemaker too."

"No, I was an angel," Mc stated defiantly. She allowed me to have my way and slip my fingers under her shirt and wander my hands coming into contact with her body.

She continued to carelessly chatter about her childhood and I mindfully reveled in her warmth as I gently pressed my fingertips into her waist, drawing her closer and mouthing relaxed kisses up Mc's neck.

Mc stuttered and faltered in her sentences when I pressed a deliberate kiss just above my made hickey, the sensitivity of the bruised skin kicking in.

"Jake." Mc whined quietly, "I was getting to the best part of the story."

"Who told you to stop?" A corner of my mouth curled up into a knowing smirk, I glanced at her with lidded eyes. "Go ahead and continue."

"Can't continue," Mc muttered grudgingly, although she tilted her neck slightly, giving me better access. "Because you're distracting me."

I simply grinned, tickling Mc's side to have her unwillingly giggle and paw weakly bat at my hand for me to stop with the unrelenting assault.

"Stop!" Mc burst out in between laughter. "Not fair, Jake! It's not fair!" She squealed, and with great difficulty she dragged herself out of my grasp, deftly rolling over to her side of the bed before I could recapture her and mercilessly tickle her to death.

I laughed at her when I saw Mc glaring at me and clinging to the edge of the bed, determined to be as far away from me as possible but not wanting to meet the hardwood floor with her body just yet.

"Not fair, Jake," Mc repeated less frantically as she watched me laughing loudly.

"Sorry baby but I couldn't resist," I said shrugging lazily with a shameless grin on my face. Mc rolled her eyes and reached for one of the pillows strewn over the king-sized bed, throwing it at my face, causing yet another rebuttal of my laughter.

"Thanks for the pillow," I chuckled, placing the cushion beside myself on the bed, and patting it thoughtfully.

"It reminded me to be a killjoy and get some sleep if we're gonna be a part of Sam's cheerleading team tomorrow," I said with an accompanying yawn.

Mc frowned now, faked annoyance dissipating as she sat up and climbed back into my readily open arms.

"It's only 11:30 pm." She hummed, and comfortably re-situated herself on my lap. "The night's still young." She mused as she lightly brushed a thumb over my scar.

"Yeah, but I-" I suddenly faltered as Mc's words sank into my mind. My brows furrowed the slightest bit. I turned my head around to confirm if her statement of the time was true. My eyes latched onto the little digital alarm clock sitting atop the bedside table. I suddenly tightened my grip around her, seeing that Mc was correct. 11:31 pm now.

"Jake, it's only 11:31 pm. What's the problem?" Mc commented confusedly, noticing the way my entire body had stiffened beneath her upon checking the time. "Jake?" She prompted quietly when  I didn't respond.

At the sound of Mc's softened tone, I reluctantly tore my gaze away from the alarm clock to look at my concerned girlfriend with a frown.

"Fuck, Mc. I've fucked up. Fucked up so badly. Shit, shit. Mc, get up," I cursed, loosening my grasp on her sides. "We've gotta get moving now."

Mc reluctantly detached herself from me and sat heavily on the center of the king-sized bed with a lost look on her face. She watched after me after I hastily pushed myself off the bed, moving across the room, lacing my fingers with my black hair, tugging on my locks with frustration.

"Fuck, how could I have forgotten?" I asked myself in a mutter, looking around frantically for my backpack and leather jacket.

"Forget what?" Mc asked, sliding out of bed and padding over carefully to where I was standing in the center of the room. "Jake, speak to me what the hell is going on?"

I didn't reply. I was too immersed. in the search for my backpack.

"We're staying here for Sam's race, right? So why do we need to go now? What's with the sudden rush now?"

"Because Richy's coming after you!" I responded exasperatedly, noticing and moving away from Mc to grab my backpack from off the couch.

"And we need to leave before he comes." It was all I said, walking back over to the bed, unzipping my bag with haste, and messily rifling through the contents. I can't tell her about Dan knowing about this. He's her closest friend and Jessica too. So using Richy as an example was good enough. 

"Richy is after me? But why do we have to ru-"

"Fuck, Mc, just stop asking so many fucking questions!"

She shut her mouth, staring into my widened eyes. I looked pained immediately after having said those frustrated and angered words to a startled Mc. I stuttered in my movements, cursing under my breath.

"Shit, I'm sorry but seriously, baby. We need to move and you standing there and questioning me like the FBI isn't helping, okay? So help me out here and please move." Although apologetic, my words were still laced with urgency and restrained harshness. Mc shook her head slowly.

"I'm not moving until you tell me why the hell Richy is after me." She said, attempting defiance. I in response sighed heavily and turned my body to face Mc wholly.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered under my breath. "He wants you. He was the danger I told you about. He's the reason I kidnapped you. He's here but me being a fucking idiot, forgot about it until now. But it's okay." I said more to myself than to Mc, "Because we can still run now and get away far enough from here. Yeah."

I resumed packing crazedly, picking up the pile of neatly and freshly laundered clothes, resting in the half-full wardrobe, and shoving whatever else I can inside the bag roughly. Mc blanched at my briefly spoken explanation. She stood there frozen whilst I stridden over to the bathroom, grabbing our toothbrushes and toothpaste and any other necessary toiletries.

On one hand, I feel like I am physically torn between choosing to either protect Mc and hurt myself or keep myself happy but potentially seeing Dan coming to get Mc in a hard way.

Neither option was particularly easing for me and I find myself feeling trapped, feeling so pressurized that I feared I was going to make a brash, sudden decision and severely regretted it afterward. On the other hand-

"Stop packing, I... I don't want to run."

At her stammered words, I abruptly stopped shoving a t-shirt into my backpack and jerked my head in her direction, regarding her as if I'd just been stunned.

"What?"

Mc's constricting chest heaved a sigh, she walked over to me and stood in front of me. Wordlessly, she leaned over a little and pries my fingers off the t-shirt in my hands.

When the t-shirt dropped onto the bedsheets in a crumpled mess of cotton, Mc entwined her fingers with mine, squeezing my tattooed hand comfortingly.

"Stop freaking out on me." She whispered, taking my other hand and also holding it. "And calm down, okay? I don't think I wanna run anymore."

"But you don't understand, Mc-"

"But I do understand. Richy is after me and he wants me. He wants to take me away and hurt me right?" Mc cut in quietly, looking me in the eyes. "Huh, seems like no one wants us together." She mused, chuckling as she continued.

"Ikari came by today when you were sleeping. She threatened to call the media and the police if I didn't break up with you by tomorrow morning."

"What?" I intercepted sharply with immense anger already culminating beneath my skin, "Why didn't you tell me about this? This just adds to the list of why we should leave right now. before that fucking-"

"Jake, I'm saying this for the third time in a row now," Mc stressed exasperatedly. "I don't wanna run away." She enunciated slowly, feeling my grip loosening around her hand.

"Why not? Don't you want to stay together?" I pressed my lips, staring at her. Mc shook her quickly.

"That's not the reason why. If we were allowed to, I'd never leave your side, Jake. I'd feed you chips while you do push-ups to those annoyingly loud gym playlists on your phone. I'd dance with you in the rain whenever and wherever, and I'd hold your hand through numerous tattoos. I'd bandage up your stupid injuries after you get into stupid fights with people. I'd- I'd do whatever for you." Mc blurted out with a beatific smile on her face.

"I'd even run away with you but, but... But what's the point?" Her smile faltered. "What's the point of running when we're going to get caught soon? Richy, Ikari, my duskwood friends, the police, the media, and the FBI. They're all after us. Me and you, baby. We've been against the world for nearly two months and I don't think we're gonna last any longer than tomorrow."

"What are you saying? I should just stand there and watch Richy take you away. No- listen, fuck them all, okay? I'm not letting go of you." I mumbled out in a decisive but quiet tone, slipping my hands out of her grasp to wrap my arms around and draw Mc close to my chest, holding her tight.

"I've only just got you."

"I don't wanna let go of you either," Mc murmured, ducking and burrowing her face against my neck, inhaling my scent.

"But remember our promise? The one we made when I was drunk off my ass and crying on your shoulder? About sticking together until it was necessary for us to part? I think now is the time to." She breathed out.

"But it's okay though because it's only temporary until we sort out everything." She promised in a barely audible tone.

"I'll handle my friends and police and you deal with Richy, okay?"

"Only temporary?" I looked uncertain.

"Only temporary," Mc assured.

"Okay then," I murmured begrudgingly. "But I'm coming back for you as soon as I've dealt with that fucker."

"I'll be waiting." Mc hummed softly, a smile present in her words.

~

We took the bus into the city, deciding that public transport would be much more inconspicuous than a sleek, black jeep speeding down motorways when the police will soon most likely check the CCTV cameras dotted around the city for any inkling of my whereabouts. Having taken the rather grim decision of traveling by public transport.

We were sitting at the back of a barely occupied bus, huddled together to keep the risk of freezing to a minimum. I tried not to inhale the muggy scent of sweat and greasy fast food that seemed to layer heavily over the interior of the bus. The rest of the few passengers seemed to be in similar conditions, warily but tiredly drawing their winter coats closer to their chests and rubbing their palms together.

I draped my shoulders with my leather jacket and draw Mc closer to my warm body whilst murmuring that Mc was an idiot for not thinking beforehand and grabbing a hoodie before we left. Mc laughed in response and reached for my hand, interlacing our fingers together in gratitude.

"Thanks." She grinned, side-eying me carefully.

"You're welcome," I mumbled, distractedly staring ahead of me. My eyes were looking as distant as they had been on the day Mc had first met me sitting beside her now. Her bright grin faltered at the sight.

"You know," Mc started. "This is quite fun. It's like we're on the way to the deserted island."

"Yeah with the girl I kidnapped and with whom I'm currently trying to run away from the damn police and FBI," I replied in a sarcastic mutter. "Mhm, exactly my type of fun."

Mc sighed inwardly at my response, feeling pretty dismayed at her failed attempt to properly construct a conversation with me.

"Uh, Jake. Do you remember when we first met?" She asked hopefully. I glanced at Mc.

"Of course," I said with eyes blinking at her hesitancy. "How could I forget seeing you suddenly scream like a baby after just seeing my gun?"

Mc rolled her eyes at my words.

"I was being threatened by a gun," She muttered. "I think my screaming is justified."

"Mm." I hummed, still looking at Mc, uncommitted.

"And what about when I kicked you in the balls? Do you remember that?" Mc tried again.

"Remember thinking I was a demon and then passing out in the middle of the road?"

"Remember saying I was that kinky for being tied?" Mc fired back.

"Remember climbing out of our motel and onto the convenience store next door only to sit there for five minutes and sulk before coming back in as soon as I mentioned food?" I returned with my eyes to Mc's delight, glinting with amusement.

"Oh? Remember hugging me in your sleep and then getting embarrassed?"

"Remember you trying to run away from me but only ending up tripping over your own two feet, landing face-first into concrete, and causing yourself to have a nosebleed?" I challenged, narrowing my eyes as intimidatingly leaning towards Mc slightly.

"Remember being too afraid to climb up that fairground's inflatable slide?" Mc was not afraid to challenge me, similarly tilting her head forwards, closing the meager distance between us a little more.

"Remember me having to pick you out of a ditch after you somehow managed to fling yourself in after seeing a tiny spider?" I commented with the corner of my mouth tugging upwards.

"Remember being shown up by that bratty fuckboy?" Mc swiftly replied, casually hooking a finger under the v-neck collar of my shirt, drawing the amused me closer.

"Remember being almost kissed by the same bratty fuckboy?"

"Hey," Mc breathed with her eyes twinkling under the bus's tacky fluorescent lights. Our faces were now millimeters apart, causing our respective noses to bump gently against each other.

"Remember our first kiss?"

I blinked at her before regaining myself, a corner of my mouth tugged upwards at her words.

"Remember me helping you dance in the rain because you sprained your ankle?" I asked quietly, smiling with my eyes distractedly flickering toward her lips. "And you insisting to later share beds because I was going to catch a cold sleeping on the sofa?"

"And remember getting this done randomly in the middle of the night?" Mc chuckled softly, gazing downwards and lifting her index finger to carefully trace my tattoo with a feather-like touch.

"Holding hands and later stumbling down the roads to the apartment, half asleep?"

"Remember going to the beach and sitting around the fire at night?" I mumbled, still distractedly glancing at her mouth, making the aforementioned grin.

"Remember the night we confessed to each other? Me sitting under that tablecloth like an idiot and you looking as if you were stunned?" She mumbled, I laughed quietly at the memory.

"Remember sharing granny's car with her bunnies?" I asked, causing Mc to duck her head slightly and laugh at the memory.

Grinning, I watched my girl laugh. Watching the way her eyes form dark crescents with crinkles lining them and the way her teeth bare adorably into a rectangular smile.

So fucking cute.

I thought before abruptly cupping the side of Mc's face with my hand and leaning forwards to kiss her hard on the mouth.

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Mc focus.

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"Hi, I'd like to book a room for the night," Jake murmured with the surgical mask strapped around his mouth, using it to hide his identity.

"Name?" A woman muttered, voice raspy after smoking a tiring amount of cigarettes throughout her lifetime.

Whilst Jake gave his details, fake ones, of course, and slid a couple of monetary notes across the sticky surface of the desk. I stared at Jake's side profile, randomly thinking back to when we first met.

In my bedroom, Jake looked utterly attractive in tailored black clothes, and his dark hair swept off his forehead effortlessly, revealing cold, hard-set eyes which now look at with me so much love. I found it incredibly endearing.

I wore a small smile behind my surgical mask now as I reminisced these past two months which seemed to have passed by in a blur, a blur which I know I've spent well with Jake, spent well-ticking items off my bucket list, spent well meeting new people like Lex, Sam, Nymos and experiencing new things. I discreetly as possible, slipped my palm into Jake's.

Jake, still speaking to the receptionist, gives my hand a small but incredibly reassuring squeeze. Smiling to myself and feeling lightheaded. A feeling I always seemed to feel when I was around Jake. I squeezed his hand with an equally small but effective squeeze.

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Jake focus.

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"So the plan is that after I leave, you go down to the lobby and ask the receptionist for the phone and call your bodyguard or the police, or whatever. You don't have to go down soon after I leave though, take your time, and maybe sleep a little before going down, okay? Don't rush yourself if you don't feel ready." I said, unlocking our assigned motel room and pushing the door, holding it open for a weirdly quiet Mc to walk through.

"So-" I started but goy abruptly cut off by Mc suddenly placing her hand on my chest and pushing me back onto the too-thin mattress with considerable strength that caught me off, guard.

Furrowing my brows at one of the mattress's springs uncomfortably wedging itself against my lower back, I tried to sit up to question her but Mc, once again abruptly gets there before I could get up. She hastily climbed over my spread legs and seated herself directly, comfortably, on my crotch.

I was more than just 'caught off guard' I stared up at Mc with widened eyes, astonishment clear on my features as I watched a red-faced Mc gaze at me, she gingerly pulled her top over her head, revealing a bare skin for me to distractedly marvel at.

"Baby..?" I ventured out quietly, placing my hands on Mc's thighs which sat aligned, by my legs.

"Will you..." Mc breathed visibly growing more flustered by the minute as the grip on her thighs tightened.

"Will you... will you make love to me?"

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"I love you, love you so much, Jake," Mc chanted breathlessly. "Love you so much."

"I love you too, baby." I whispered, trailing my fingers over Mc's honey-colored thighs in a barely-there touch, teasing a breathless "Please" out of her pink mouth.

A corner of my mouth tugged up slightly at her wrecked state.

"Beautiful, so fucking beautiful" I eased gently into her, taking Mc's hand and interlacing our fingers, lifting our entwined hands to my mouth to press soft kisses onto her taut knuckles. "So beautiful for me."

"Only," She gasped with her lips parted. "Only for you." She smiled with her glistening sweat on her forehead, her tousled hair, and flushed cheeks.

"Only for me?" I asked softly, leaning forward and planting delicate kisses onto her eyelids which flutter shut, salty wetness escaping her eyes and rolling down her skin onto the white pillowcase below.

Lovebites, swollen lips, frenetic heartbeats.

"O-only you."

~

"Mc?"

"Mm?" A drowsy Mc hummed, laying there utterly still, her eyes hazy and body aching in a manner she seemed to be contented with slowly drifting off to sleep.

"I gotta go now," I murmured into the early morning silence of the motel room.

"I have to be there and put Richy in jai when cops will arrive..." I trailed off, no doubt checking the time on my phone screen. "A couple of hours left, so I gotta go now, baby. Is that okay?" I asked, tucking Mc under the starched bed sheets.

"Mm." Mc hummed. "I'll be waiting for you." She managed to utter comprehensively before sinking further into a deep slumber.

I, amusedly watched my adorable girlfriend weakly battle with sleep and leaned over to her.

"Good night, princess, "I whispered into her ear before kissing Mc's forehead firmly.

Feeling reluctant in detaching myself from Mc and the warmth of the bed, I dragged my unwilling body away from her and padded over to the bathroom, my heart growing heavier and heavier with every footstep I took.

Still, I forced myself to clean myself up a little in the small bathroom conjoined to the bedroom walls, using the square space to stand there, staring at myself in the slightly grimy-looking mirror. I tried to encourage myself to walk out of the bathroom, out of our motel room, and out of Mc's life.

Without evoking any loud emotion that could wake up Mc and then have her, too emotionally break down just like how my emotions seemed ready to do.

I just didn't want to let go of Mc so easily, but, to stick to our promise of temporariness. I hurriedly dried my face off with a nearby rough textured towel and promptly walked back into the room. I seek out paper and pen to hastily scrawl a goodbye message for Mc to wake up to and smile, rather than cry at my lack of presence.

Finding a ballpoint pen and a fast food restaurant receipt in the bedside drawers, I set to scribbling out a small message before tugging my black hoodie over my head and slipping my socked feet into beat-up boots, ready to leave the soon-to-be crime scene.

I hovered by Mc uncertainly before crouching down so our faces were level. A weak smile made its way onto my face as I scanned her sleeping features, feeling awed by her unbelievable ability to look so tranquil whilst sleeping.

I wished I felt how Mc looked like she felt but knowing that was impossible, I raised from my haunches and with a sigh, I placed my scribbled note onto the bedside table, then I walked away from Mc. Heading straight for the door without once longingly looking back over his shoulder.

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I stepped out of the motel, escaping the nauseating smell of fried onions and the overwhelmingly suffocating heat with a tired sigh escaping my lips. My breath formed small clouds in the icy air and breathed out through my mouth in an attempt to keep myself calm and collected.

Who wants to break down completely in front of a sleazy motel and a shitty fast food drive-thru where drunks loiter around, wheezing out crude remarks as they loudly clink their beer bottles together.

I stand outside the rundown motel with a cigarette burning between my lips. I faced an internal battle within myself.

A part of me, my mind, told me to stop moping around and start moving back to the penthouse to prepare to face Richy and put him in jail but another part of me, my heart this time, ached painfully, reprimanding my actions and demanding me to step back into the motel and take Mc as far away as possible.

Right now, my heart overpowered my mind. Seeking Mc more than rationality but Mc's own words grounded me.

'It's only temporary.'

Her words were firm and promising to me, now I was standing there, drawing smoke into my lungs and blankly staring at the worn-down pavement.

Feeling nothing but helplessness, I shakily ran a hand through my dark locks. Conflicted I forced my feet to move one after the other along the littered pathway despite my heavy heart weighing my body down and making me utterly reluctant to move. I managed though and walked away from the motel slowly, leaving Mc, my heart, treasured memories, electrical bursts of warmth, and early morning butterfly kisses behind.

~

"So what did you say to her?" Lex asked, chewing on her lower lip, driving a silent me back to the penthouse after having Lex wake up from her sleep with a phone call.

"She was sleeping so I left her a note," I muttered now, looking out of the window of Lex's car with something akin to lose in my eyes. "I told her I'll be back but..."

"But?" Lex questioned quietly, glancing at the suddenly quiet me.

"But... That's not going to happen, is it?" I asked Lex softly. "I'm not going to be able to come back to her."

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I slipped into my penthouse room with a facial expression unreadable and my posture hunched, I warily padded over to the edge of my unkempt bed. The bed I and Mc had laid in just a few hours ago, smiling, laughing, and feeling happy. Now feeling anything but happiness, I sat heavily on the bed and ducked my head downwards, staring at the hardwood floorboard with slight tears prickling my dull eyes.

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Mc focus.

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Waking up an hour later after Jake's departure, I finally allowed myself to cry into my pillow, marking it with salty tears and grasping tightly onto Jake's quickly scrawled note, the fast food receipt crumpled in my grasp but I didn't care. I was too endorsed in crying over my heartache despite having Jake repeatedly 'promise' to come back for me in between muttered adoring words said as we were laying in bed earlier, breathless as he leaned over and gently pushed my hair out of my dazed eyes.

Choking back sobs, I sat up in bed and drew the scratchy bedsheets closer to my body in an almost protective demeanor, gingerly unfurling my fingers to reveal the balled-up note in my hand and through tears that mar my vision. I unfolded the paper, smoothing out the wrinkles shakily and hastily wiping my tears away with the back of my hands and once again I read the message Jake had messily written to me.

"I'll be back for you, baby." I mumbled out, voice cracking at 'baby.'

I started to cry again.

~

"Hello? Who's this?" Jessy's weary voice met my ears, startling me slightly. I blinked at my best friend's voice which I seemed to have forgotten so easily over a mere span of two months.

"Jessy?" I whispered into the mouthpiece of the phone, holding the grimy handset of the phone tightly and breathing heavily. I tried to calm my breathing, finding myself on the verge of perhaps bursting out into tears once more, feeling utmostly miserable and exhausted with the past hour's emotional events.

"Mc? Is that you? fuck- Dan it's Mc!" Jessy's previously worn-out tone dissipated as one full of shock replaced a tone that Jessy used now to fire questions at me rapidly.

"Where are you, Mc? Do you know where you are? What city? Or fuck, what country? Are you in danger? Hurt? Hold on, I've got the police with me, we'll track your call so stay on the phone, alright? I've missed you so much Mc!"

And then I started to cry, fat tears rolled down my cheeks, nose unattractively runny and mouth parted as desperate sobs escaped the confines of my lungs.

But I was crying not because I missed Jessy too, or because I was glad she was coming to get me. No.

I was crying because I just remembered that I forgot to tell Jake before he left, that I loved him.

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I know the algebraic expression of L-O-V-E [Kamunami/Hinanami & Yandere!Chiaki] - Chapter 6

Disclaimer: This is an AU in which the Chiaki AI got at least partially infected by the Junko Virus. This is what makes her become a Yandere and a bit out of character. This AU also entails Hajime and Izuru becoming more of a DID-System, instead of fusing into one person. The main difference, compared to the real illness, is that they can switch out consciousness at will. Also, major spoilers and canon divergence ahead. You have been warned.

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Chapter 6

“Hajime?”

“Hajime?”

“Hajimeee?!”

A familiar voice was calling for him.

“Urg-… Chiaki?”

Slowly opening his eyes, he blinked the sleepiness away.

“Well close, but not quite. It’s me: I-BU-KI!” The chipper girl introduced herself.

“Haven’t I told you, to not break into my cottage all the time?” Shoving her off the bed, as he sat up.

“Why are you even here in the first place?”

“Well, Mikan said she heard heavy grunting from your window last night, so she sent Ibuki to check on you, if you’re still alive. Please report to Mikan immediately!” Exclaiming as she was full of energy already, this early in the morning.

“Grunting? What are you talking about? Tell Mikan I’m fine, no need to worry about me.” Shushing Ibuki out of his cottage.

“Awww fine. But still get your head checked by Mikan later. Oki doki?!”

“Yeah, just leave already.” Closing the door in front of her.

 “Heavy grunting, what happened?” Asking the only one who would know.

“Nothing. You had a nightmare. You’re a very talkative sleeper.”

“Then if it’s just that, there’s nothing for me to worry about.”

“I wouldn’t say so. Everything regarding Chiaki is really taking a toll on your mental health. As you do not wish to listen to me, the voice of reason, maybe you’d be benefiting from speaking to another specialist. I recommend visiting Mikan regardless, of the fact that you think you won’t need it.”

Hajime didn’t need his constant nagging, as he turned his head voice off, leaving for breakfast. He sat down alone on an empty table. As the half-eaten toast stuck out from his lips, he recalled all the impressions his friends gave him on the pressing matter so far.

Even if they were saying, what he wanted was wrong, was it really? Nagito said it could bring hope and despair, but Chiaki has always been a source of pure hope for everyone. Izuru worries too much about the virus escaping. That wasn’t a concern anymore, after the program had shut down completely. And lastly Kazuichi, who wasn’t much of a help either way, but was thrilled knowing Hajime had a project for him to work on.

“U-uh… excuse me. Is this seat taken?” The voice of a shy girl made him zoom back into reality. “Ah. Hi, Mikan. No, it’s fine, sit down.” Just a coincidence? He wasn’t sure.

“H-Hajime, is your head alright?” The nurse questioning him outright, just the moment after she sat down. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it? I’m fine.” Shoving down the rest of his breakfast, before taking a sip of coffee.

“It’s just, I heard you last night. You seemed in pain, but I didn’t want to intrude, so I asked Ibuki if she could check on you in the morning. I-I hope I didn’t do anything wrong.” It wouldn’t be a surprise if she’d start crying on the spot, while Hajime’s gaze sank deep into the caffeinated liquid he was consuming.

“Maybe don’t send Ibuki next time. Other than that, I’m fine.” Reassuring her.

“It may not be my place to speak up, but I can see that something is bothering you. Are you sure, you don’t want to talk about it?” Mikan questioned him and he almost chocked on his last sip. Coughing and holding his throat, as the hot beverage burned a bit.

“I said it’s fine. Please, everyone: Stop bothering me about it!” Raising his voice without him even noticing. A cry of help came from the fragile girl across the table. “Ah- Sorry Mikan, I didn’t intend to yell.” Calming her down quickly.

Nodding with tears in her eyes. “It’s just. Yeah, there might be something bothering me… but it’s difficult, alright?” Explaining the situation. “I-I understand, but it might be better for your mental health to share it with someone, y-you know? That’s just a suggestion, thou…”

“I guess. I asked a few people already, but no one could help me figure out, what to do.” Resting his chin on his hands, as he adverted his head to stare out of the window. “Maybe, I can help.” Mikan offered, in an unfittingly happy manner.

“I dunno. It’s… it’s about my love-life. What if the girl, who loves you asked you a very immoral favor?”

“Well, I’d do it without hesitation. I’d anything for someone who loves me.” A quick and expected answer from her. “But that’s just you, Mikan.”

“Maybe… but isn’t feeling love and being devoted to someone what makes us human? We’re only alive here today, because of Chiaki’s love for us all.” She got a point.

In the end, it was defying all expectations - and especially Izuru’s - what helped everyone come back to life. “You know what? Maybe you’re onto something there.” Giving her the benefit of the doubt.

As he leaned back, finishing his coffee, giving it a second thought. “You know, what’s the worst that could happen? Only good things, right?” Jumping out of his seat, he found a resolve for himself and all it needed was a little push.

“Hehe, I’m glad I could help you, Hajime.” Mikan giggled. “But please, be careful. If you feel nauseous or dizzy, please come back immediately and let me check you thoroughly.” Sending him off with that, but Hajime didn’t even hear her anymore as he was storming off already.

 Shoving the door open with a loud bang, he entered Chiaki’s room. “Hey, Chiaki! Wake up, I made my decision!” And as on cue, the monitor sprang to life, revealing the familiar looking face. “You did? I’m glad then. It’s that you want to build me a body, right?”

“Hmm!” A nod and a hum of agreement. “Oh, I’m so glad. We can finally be back together and hold each other’s hands, and play games, just like in the old times.” She seemed so very relieved about his decision.

“Well, just promise me, you don’t go overboard, alright? And let me take the lead on whom to meet and when. Then it should all be fine. Right?” Scratching the back of his neck as he stepped closer. “It’s just, we need to be careful about this. Promise me, alright?”

Placing his hand on the screen, feeling connected with her. “Of course, that shouldn’t be an issue for me.” Chiaki stated. “Good. Then I’ll let Kazuichi know, that I finally decided, and he’ll build you the best body you can hope for.”

As fast as he had entered the room, he left again. Leaving Chiaki behind with a big smile and a blush on her cheeks. “Finally, we can be back together. Forever.”

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summer bummer

♡︎ genre: modern au, surfer/pool boy!eren, rich brat!reader, MDNI

♡︎ warnings: nsfw, 18+ content, unprotected sex, oral sex (m receiving,) choking, spanking, dumbification, spit, fingering, degradation, hair pulling, sub/praise kink!reader + dom!eren

♡︎ featuring: s4!eren jaeger x f!reader

♡︎ word count: 7k

you’re mommy n daddy’s only child, spoiled filthy to the core. you’ve never known a life where you didn’t get what you want. you have the house alone to yourself one day when you meet the new pool boy your parents hired. what you didn’t know was that it would be the uber hot surfer from your local beach, who’d caught you staring at him many times.

a/n: happy u.s. summer! here’s some hot n sweaty beach fantasy eren x reader for u all. this is my first time writing smut so i hope u enjoy ♡︎. also if u can listen to the song pls do bc umm.. it sets the scene perfectly.

“hey—

hello?!” you felt his hand come in contact with your tender cheek, lines of mascara competing to see which can roll down your face the farthest.

—did you hear me? i said suck it.”

3 hours earlier

“today’s forecast says it’s going to be a scolding 85 degrees fahrenheit in marley with sunny skies, with the rest of the week staying in the high 90s. so grab your loved ones and get down to the beach friends ‘cause this weekend is looking to be another hot one!”

you let out a groan as you turned off your tv, if there was one thing you hated about marley it was how hot the summers were. you did not like being sweaty, that was for sure. your mascara is never waterproof, your lipstick is never long-lasting, and no amount of hairspray keeps your hair from deflating. you slip out of bed and put your feet into your silk slippers as you decide what you’re gonna do today. what would it be? maybe you could convince jean to come over and take you out on your dad’s yacht, lord knows you didn’t know how to drive it. or you could invite sasha over to go tanning on the dock. you’re pretty sure your family’s chef niccolo has a crush on her anyway, maybe a bit of matchmaking today huh? he made a lovely eggplant caviar with tapenade. ugh, i have no interest in people today, you thought. you made your way down to the kitchen in your pajamas to see if niccolo could make you some french toast for breakfast when you see a note from your parents sitting on the counter.

hi honey bunny,

we didn’t want to wake you.

the brauns invited your father and i on their yacht today, they told us it just received some fabulous upgrades. we probably won’t be back until around 5 pm, niccolo won’t be in until 3 to start preparing dinner, we gave him the morning off. we left you one of our credit cards on the counter so you can cater yourself some breakfast from the restaurant. have a good morning hun.

love,

mommy + daddy

- also, the new pool boy we told you about will be in at around 11, so don’t be alarmed if you see someone unfamiliar around the house. xx

you sighed, although you enjoyed being alone, you did enjoy the solace of niccolo’s company. he wasn’t one to say much, but you liked that about him. sometimes he felt like your only friend in this huge mansion. most of your friends didn’t feel real, using you for your status and money, with the exception of sasha and jean, but even they barely came around. they say rich people have nothing to be sad about when money can buy you all the luxuries in the world, but money couldn’t buy you the attention you so desperately craved.

you called your mom’s catering company and ordered yourself eggs benedict with caviar and a side of turkey bacon to the main estate.

“alright, it’ll be around 30 minutes miss y/l/n.”

“okay, thank you.”

looks like it was gonna be another lonely day in the estate. you didn’t want to stay inside, so you settled for a nice morning by the pool, you could finally catch up on all those magazine subscriptions piling outside of your door.

your beautician had come over on monday to do you and your mother’s mani-pedis. you chose a nice cherry red for your nails and toes, so today you put on your deep red swimsuit to match. it has a deep v the ties up around your neck like a halter. your parents hated the thing, saying it exposed too much cleavage, but you couldn’t care less. you had used your very own credit card to buy it, so you thought you should be able to wear it whenever you want. you slipped on your jimmy choo flip flops and chanel sunnies and headed down to the pool. your vivian westwood pearl necklace bounced between your tits as you jogged down the steps, a natural frown coming onto your face when you remembered niccolo wasn’t here, expecting to see his face in the kitchen.

you smiled as you saw the lovely breakfast the restaurant prepared, and the glass of rosé they left next to it as a surprise. you sat down at your kitchen island to eat as you flipped through april’s issue of harper’s bazaar. the models on the cover looked happy, you wonder what their secrets were.

spreading your last piece of baguette with caviar, your ears perked up when you heard the buzzer to the main gate ring the main estate. you pressed your manicured finger on the button until you heard the familiar tone to begin speaking.

“hi this is y/n y/l/n. who’s here?”

“uhh… yeah this is eren.. jaeger.”

your heart dropped at the name, you could not believe it. shit.. you’ve got to be kidding me.

“i’m the new pool guy for your house, i think i have the right address. is this the… y/l/n residence?”

your heart felt tight, it’s like someone had taken a rock and shoved it in your chest. your body went numb, maybe it’s a different eren. no, you knew it wasn’t. marley wasn’t a very big town, it’s a coastal city that’s best known for its beach and it’s surfers—eren jaeger just happened to be one of the best. eren goes surfing on tuesday, thursday, and friday mornings, so you and sasha also went to the beach on tuesday, thursday, and friday mornings. you coincidentally, made sure you walked past his spot in your tiniest swimsuit every single time, you’re just a local that goes to the beach a lot is all. to say you had a crush on eren was an understatement, you were absolutely infatuated with him—but he definitely didn’t even know you existed despite your pathetic attempts at flirting. but this friday morning he wasn’t surfing, he was at your front gate.. about to clean your giant pool for god knows how many hours.

“uh.. hello? is anyone there?”

shit.. “u-um, yes, sorry about that yeah, let me just buzz you in.” you walked over to your front door where the buzzer to the main gate is and hesitantly pressed the button, moving like a sloth, hands shaking, face sweating. what do i do now? do i wait for him? do i show him to the pool? do i just act like he’s not here? no-fuck-wait.. god i hate this. no i have to show him where the pool is and where to get the cleaning supplies-maybe he already knows? no how would he already know y/n. okay you just need to relax and take a deep breath, he’s just a per-

“uh—hey..i’m eren.” the tall, brooding man sticks a hand out to you.

“how’d you get in here?” stupid introduction.. god you’re so dumb.

“mr. and mrs. y/l/n let me know where the spare key was so i could let myself in, just in case y/n wasn’t around.. would that be you?” his eyebrows purse together as he nods his chin in your direction.

“y-yeah that would be me.. hi. i’m y/n!” you put your hand in his and the way his hand suffocates yours in size makes your stomach flip. you see eren’s dark green eyes slowly rake themselves up and down your body when you immediately become self conscious. you were only in your red swimsuit, chanel sunnies sit atop your head, pushing your bangs back. you felt very.. exposed all of a sudden.

“do you.. need me to show you to the pool area?” you ask the sun kissed boy.

“yeah that would be great y/n,” the way your name rolled off of his tongue shook you to your deepest core. you wanted to hear him say it in more ways than one.

“okay, follow me.”

the walk to the pool was silent, the only noise heard were your jimmy choo flip flops hitting against the cold marble floor. eren stayed a few steps behind you, watching how your body swayed back and forth in your tight swimsuit. his eyes grazed down to your ass, and watched as it bounced with every step. he feels like he’s seen you before, he just can’t pinpoint from where. his stare was intense, you could feel his eyes burning into your back, but you pretended you didn’t notice, not bothering to look back at him. you reached the sliding doors to your patio and led him outside.

“so this the pool, the hot tub is farther towards to the back of the yard, if you keep waking towards the garden you’ll hit it.” you turned to see if he was keeping up, his eyes were intent on you, you felt heat rising to your cheeks and you turned around before he could notice.

“let me show you the pool house next.” you walk him over to your outdoor seating area and lead him behind that to a separate little house equipped with a bathroom, living area, and kitchen. you open the door and led him in.

“so this is the pool house, feel free to take your breaks in here, the kitchen is stocked with food and drinks if you’re hungry.” you opened the door to the tool closet, “this is where we keep all the supplies to clean the pool, if we’re out of anything call this number and maintenance will be over to bring you more.” you point to the contact sheet that’s beside all of the intercom systems throughout the estate. you looked up at him and gave him a warm smile, “so… yeah that should be everything.” you looked down at your feet. please say something.

“shit..” you hear eren whisper under his breath. you look up at him to ask what’s wrong. “sorry, it’s just.. your place is huge.”

“yeah, we get that a lot.. but if you need anything i’ll be sitting by the pool so..” you start to back out of the pool house, giving eren a small wave before letting him get started. he gave you one last smile as you left.

you were sat by the pool with an issue of vogue, you couldn’t believe low-waisted jeans were coming back in. your chanel sunnies sat low on your nose as you snacked on some fresh cherries, your mom had some ins with sasha’s family, they ran a family farm and grew the best produce in town. you stuck a cherry in your mouth, sucking on it for a little before spitting the pit into the napkin that was slowly being covered in cherry seeds. you were too enthralled in your reading to realize eren’s burning gaze on your lips, watching you from across the pool, every time you pulled a cherry stem out of your mouth, your lips were stained a bit redder than before. the way your lips moved around the fruit, back and forth sucking the pit dry.. he could only imagine you doing the same thing to his pretty little cock. you stuck your pinky in your mouth, sucking it dry from the cherry juice that was dripping down it. eren shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the lewd thoughts he was having about his clients’ daughter. he went back to pulling leaves out of the pool with the pool net when it was your turn to give him an affectionate gaze.

eren was tall, his stomach looked like it went on for ages, the sun hitting it just right to form lines of shadows that defined his abs. he wasn’t wearing a shirt, it was far too hot for that. he had his long hair tied back into a sloppy bun, baby hairs sticking to his sweaty forehead. his skin had been kissed by the sun a fair bit, the tan lines from surfing peaking out as his swim shorts hung low. his cheeks stained a perfect pink as you watched him lift his arm to wipe sweat off of his face. your eyes trailed down only to fixate on the large bulge forming under his swim shorts, your thighs instinctively rubbed themselves together, thoughts getting cloudy at the idea of you possibly turning him on. your lips salivated at the thought of eren having you. your eyes lingered for a little too long as you hear eren clear his throat, your eyes shooting up only to meet his already boring into you, he wore a smug smile on his face, like he knew exactly what was happening between your legs. you gave him a questioning look, acting completely innocent to the filthy thoughts that were ransacking both of your minds.

“i was gonna mention this earlier but.. you look really familiar,” eren poked at you, as he was working he remembered exactly who you were once he got a good look at you. you were the rich brat that fawned after him every time he was at the beach surfing.

it was like clockwork, just as he was getting out of the water, surfboard hugged close to his side, there you were with that brunette friend of yours. laughing loudly, tits bouncing in those tiny little swimsuits you wore, hardly being held up by the tiny straps tied behind your neck. you would flip your hair to one side of your head, exposing your soft, supple neck to eren as he shook the saltwater out of his hair. eren thought your desperate attempts at getting him to notice you were embarrassing, but damn did they work. you were basically part of his morning routine, he actually began to look forward to seeing you walk past him for twenty seconds of his day, though it felt like an eternity for the both of you. the way your hair blew in the morning breeze, perfectly glossed lips pretending to laugh at whatever your friend had said, you wanted him to look at you.

eren would excuse himself from his friends to go to his truck for a moment, saying he needed to get more wax for his board. but really he would hide himself away in his back seat with the tinted windows, peel off the upper half of his wetsuit, and play with his cock while he thought of your pretty face on your knees sucking him off like the good little brat you were. every tuesday, thursday, and friday morning, that’s where he would find himself.. jerking off to the thought of you, knees bruised, lips swollen, hair a mess from his hands, love bites all over your soft tits. eren’s hand moved faster, harder. “yeah kitten, just like that. cum on my co—oh!” white ropes shooting onto eren’s salty, sweaty stomach. beads of sweat rolling down his face as his eyes crossed in euphoria. that’s where eren knew you from. the beach girl, y/n y/l/n, the brat of his filthy little fantasies, he fucking wanted you.

your heart dropped at eren’s statement, you didn’t think he actually noticed you at the beach those mornings. you just thought you were acting a fool for nothing, he wouldn’t even so much as glance your way. you raised your magazine just above your cheeks so he couldn’t see the pools of red forming atop them. you pulled your chanel sunnies down the bridge of your nose and raised your eyes to get a good look at him.

“hmm.. no i don’t know if i’ve ever seen you before today. maybe i look like someone you know?” you little bitch, eren thought. how could you pretend to not know him, some brat you were. he’d have to teach you a lesson. he scoffed at your response, “yeah, okay.” you sensed a hint of annoyance in his voice, so he definitely saw you those mornings.

you were on your fourth magazine, now reading may’s issue of elle, when you checked your phone for the time. 12:30. eren had been working non-stop for almost two hours, maybe you should get him a drink. you closed your magazine and swung your legs over your lounge chair as you made your way around the pool to where he was submerged, scrubbing away at the walls. your breath hitched as he shook out his hair, once slicked back with water. he was so pretty.

“hey! i’m gonna go get a drink from the pool house.. do you want anything? you’ve been out here with nothing this whole time, don’t want you passing out on us.” look at you, trying to act like you cared, eren thought. he didn’t think you were capable of caring about anyone other than yourself and all of the material things you owned. he looked up at your body standing above him. your thighs looked soft, god how he wanted to shove his face between them. his eyes moved down to your feet, toes painted a perfect cherry red, you donned a gold anklet on your right leg. your legs were glossy with lotion and sweat, he wanted to lick wet stripes up them all the way to your—oh? what’s this? eren’s eyes focused in on the damp little spot between your legs, right at the crotch of your bright red swimsuit. he couldn’t help but smirk, was all this for him? was this what the mere thought of him did to you? his eyes darkened as you crossed your legs and cleared your throat.

“s-so? would you like anything?” your voice cracked towards the end of your question. eren let out a soft chuckle, as he pushed his long locks back, hair now fallen out of his bun, hair tie on his wrist. you let out a low groan as his biceps flexed slightly at the action.

“no i’m okay for right now, if i want anything i can just go get it myself right?” his eyes sparkled up at you, slightly squinting to keep some of the sun out. his words had a double meaning, he knew that, hell, you knew that. if eren wanted a drink, if he wanted you, he can just take it himself. you let out a deep breath through your nose, and crossed your arms over your chest as you smirked down at the boy.

you released your lower lip from your teeth’s grip, “yes, you can just get it yourself eren.” your voice sung his name like it was a form of worship. you turned on your heels and started making your way to the pool house, turning around to give eren a quick look over the shoulder, noticing his eyes were still fixed on you. you swayed your hips a little extra, follow me, please follow me. you craved attention, you were so lonely in this big house, you wanted to feel the touch of someone else. you heard the pool water splash, he got out, you smirked devilishly to yourself as you opened the door.

you were pouring ice into a glass, a can of cherry coke cracked open. you hummed a little tune to yourself when you heard the door of the pool house creak open slowly. before you know it eren was leaning on the counter next to you, arms crossed, hair back up in his usual bun, looking down at you. you kept your eyes on what you were doing, waiting for him to say something.

“is that for me?” he teased. you looked up at him with a fake-annoyed scowl, letting out an exaggerated little pout. god you were so fucking cute, eren’s cock hardening at the thought. he shifted his position to try to hide his growing length from you.

“well do you like cherry coke eren?” every time you said his name his jaw clenched a little harder.

“yeah, i like cherry coke.” his voice now more of a whisper, you looked up at him as you pushed the drink into his chest, telling him to take it. he took the drink, hand placed over yours on the glass, the two of you holding that position momentarily. you looked up at him, eyes hazy and filled with obvious lust. your hand mindlessly traced up his chest, drawing small circles on his skin as your hand fell to the necklace around his neck, lifting up the key pendant softly to get a good look at it. you felt eren’s breath hitch in his chest.

“i have to go to the bathroom, excuse me.” you looked up at him one last time, eyes begging him to follow you, and you slowly made your way to the bathroom, giving him time to think about your movements. you open the door to the small, hot pool house bathroom when you felt a strong grip hold you back by a piece of your swimsuit. yes, you thought.

you turn around to look at the man in front of you, eren’s chest moving up and down in heavy breaths, eyes dark with want, lips chapped and glistening from the amount of times he’s licked them.

“i thought i knew you from somewhere,” he moves in closer, closing the gap between your bodies, “you’re there.. at the beach.. every morning.. watching me surf.. yet you say you don’t know me.” his hand meets your waist and gives it a tight squeeze as the other grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him.

“well i’m gonna make sure you know me.”

eren pushes you back into the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you. you feel your walls crashing down as you wrap your arms around his neck. he hoists you up onto the sink and your wrap your legs around his waist, begging him to be closer to you. your lips crash together in a frenzy, moving fast and frantic. neither of you could ignore the tension any longer, about to give in to your darkest desires.

eren grabs a fistful of your hair in his hands and yanks your head back as you let out a small moan. “you like that huh? you like when i rough you up like you’re a little rag doll huh bitch?” your eyes roll back at his words. you grab his head and bring your foreheads together, looking deep into his eyes, “fucking wreck me like i’m your little rag doll eren.”

your eyes are only fixated on his in this moment, grinding your hips mindlessly into his as his grip on your hair tightens, tears pricking at your eyes. he yanks your head back again as you let out a little yelp, “yeah? you want me to wreck you? then show me a how a good doll sucks my fucking cock huh? can you suck my cock good?” you nod your head, already spitting on your hand to prepare to wrap it around his member. he smirks at your desperation, clearly understanding that he’s in control here. he pulls on your hair like it’s a leash as he yanks you off the counter and to the ground on your knees. your hands paw desperately at his swim shorts, wanting them off already. he smacked your hands off of him, “filthy bitch, you just can’t wait can you?”

he maintains his grip on your hair and looks down on you on your knees. smack! your head whips to the right as you let out a yelp.

“you haven’t even let me explain the rules yet.” he grabs your face and places a foot on one of your shoulders as your back pushes into the wall from the weight. he squeezes your mouth open, “say ahh.” your tongue instinctively hangs out of your mouth. eren chuckles, “that’s my good little puppy, panting on her knees for me.” you hear him chock up a wad of spit as it hangs down from his mouth to yours. catching it on your tongue, he closes your mouth and makes you swallow it.

“say thank you.”

“thank you eren!” you cry up to him. god, you were so fucking pretty, eren thought.

“first rule, you cum only when i tell you to.” you nod eagerly, eyes beaming up at him. he smiles down at you all cute and ready for him, “second rule, you do exactly as i say.” he grabs your red cheek and rubs his thumb across it softly, “last rule, you tap me twice if anything becomes too much for you.”

“is that good?”

“s good eren,” you reply, ready for whatever he wanted to give you. he grabs your faces and kisses it roughly, before pushing you back against the wall with his foot and landing a pretty little smack to the other side of your face.

“okay, now be a good little doll and suck my cock.”

your pussy throbbed at the sight of him, you loved being his little sex puppet. his eyes went from sparkling in the sunlight to dark and slicing into you. the muscles in his arm flexed as his grip on your hair tightened. his abs were moving up and down as he breathed deeply, you thought back to the countless times you saw him at the beach, wondering if a moment like this would ever happen. you were captivated by him, mouth watering at his towering physique.

currently, 12:55 pm

“hey—

hello?!” you felt his hand come in contact with your tender cheek, lines of mascara competing to see which can roll down your face the farthest.

—did you hear me? i said suck it.”

your eyes widened as you realized where you were. your hands worked to untie the elastic of his swim shorts and pull them down, releasing his thick cock and watching it smack his stomach. you immediately licked a thick stripe up his shaft, his hand pushing your head into him at the movement. you spat on your hand and mixed your saliva with his precum as you began to move your hand up and down his cock slowly, letting out little moans in the process. your hand held the base of his cock while the other played with his balls, eren’s thighs were shaking before you. god i want to make him feel like this forever. you let a fat glob of spit sink down from your mouth onto the tip of his cock as you slowly proceeded to wrap your lips around him.

“fuck y/n, that’s it girl,” eren’s words made you throb down to your core. you let your mouth sink down onto his cock until he reached the back of your throat, his hips jutted into you as you gagged. you came up for air, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to your bottom lip. he let out a loud moan at the sight. you take him again, this time moving your hand and your mouth in sync. up. down. up. down. as you milked his sweet cock, eren guided your head with his fingers tangled in your hair, speeding up a little bit more every time. you two found a rhythm, his hips jutting into you as you moved your mouth and hand in time, saliva coating your swollen lips and cheeks. you took the liberty to sink your mouth all the way down on his cock, the tip tickling the back of your throat again, your forehead against his stomach. your hands brace themselves on his thighs as you swirl your head around on him, his hands pushing your head into him, as his hips move against your face.

“take deep breaths doll, deep breaths,” eren whined out. you nodded as you looked up at him, mascara covering your cheeks, taking deep breaths through your nose. your moans are high pitched, you removed a hand from his hips and reach down to touch your clit through your swimsuit, hoping to ease the aching in your cunt in the slightest. eren was losing it at the sight of you like this. marley’s richest little brat at the mercy of his cock. completely unwinding, a cum and spit covered mess, choking on his length. he watched you desperate trying to feel something as you touched yourself with sloppy movements, his eyes rolled back and crossed at the sight.

“shit, i’m gonna cum baby,” eren pulls his cock out of your mouth, and starts to pump it hard and fast, ready to release his load on your pretty face. you let your tongue hang out of your mouth for him and look up at him with your doe eyes, hands working at your clit harder. eren cries out your name as you feel your cheeks warm up with his hot cum.

“shit, shit, c’mere, fucking come here baby,” he lifts you up by your hair and brings you close to him, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you put yours around his neck. he kisses you hard, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, eyebrows pursed in concentration. you feel eren’s hands begin to work at the knot around your kneck, growing frustrated he ends up ripping it off you.

you gasp and your hand flys to the back of your neck, “ugh! that was gucci spring ‘18 eren!” your eyebrows knitted in anger at him. he chuckled slyly.

“tell your parents to tip me good and maybe i can buy you a new one then huh?” he peels the swimsuit off of you, your naked body fully exposed to him. he pushes you back up on the counter, his lips never detaching from yours. your legs instinctively open for him, moaning into his mouth. “fuck, eren please—

“please what you little bitch? demanding now are we?” he teased you.

“it’s my turn, touch me,” you whine. he lands a sharp smack on your ass and you yelp in pain. his hand squeezes your cheeks and you open your mouth for him again. “take it,” eren growls and spits on your tongue.

“patience is a virtue dolly, you don’t tell me what to do,” eren says as he plunges two fingers into your slick. your head rolls back and hits the mirror behind you, “fuck!” you wail.

eren shows no mercy as his fingers fuck you rough and fast, not losing the pace anytime soon. your hand reached down to his wrist and pushes his fingers further inside of you, your hips pushing up into him as you begin to grind yourself onto his hand.

“look at you, you needy little bitch. getting yourself off on my hand, so filthy,” you whine at his words. he spits on your cunt and brings his other hand down to rub fast circles on your clit. your eyes roll back and tears start to roll down your face as your breath stops in your throat. “ren! fuck i—oh fuck baby please, i’m gonna cum!” you look eren dead in the eyes, crying for him to let you cum, your grip on his wrist tightening as your body shakes uncontrollably. the spout of the sink is digging into your back but you. don’t. care. you’re only thinking about eren letting you cum. he takes his hand off of your clit and pushes your face into his, kissing you harshly. “yeah baby, go ahead, cum for me.”

“o—oh!” your body jolts in pleasure and your cunt tightens around him. your mind turns into mush, the only thing you can say are pieces of eren’s name. you’re a babbling mess underneath him, as his fingers fuck you through your high, his lips resting on your forehead as you regain your breathing. eren looks at you again, this time softly, asking you for reassurance. you smile at him and nod your head through your haze, letting him know you’re okay. he wastes no time lifting your legs onto his shoulders, turning your body into a folded pretzel on what little counter space you have. he starts pumping his cock in his hand, already hard after what he just watched. he looks at you again, when you grab his jaw and kiss him hard. eyes never leaving each other’s as you begged against his lips, “eren, fuck me.”

you feel his thick cock ram into your plush cunt, eyes squeezing shut and mouth dropping at the euphoric feeling. “so fucking tight doll,” eren mewls as you wrap your hands in his hair, his bun now falling down his back. he begins to slam in and out of you, the fast pace overwhelming both of you as the two of you desperately grabbed at each other’s bodies, just wanting to feel close in that moment. you’re absolutely losing your mind at the feeling, drooling at the mouth as eren licks the falling spit off your face.

“look at you, you dumb little slut, taking my cock so well like a good l-little doll.” eren’s thrusts didn’t lose speed as he hiccuped through his words, “you’re doing so good for me sweet girl, so f-ucking good for me my baby.” your pussy clenches at his words, his hair falling down and tickling your face as your cheeks flushed red. eren lands a nice smack to your face and grabs your cheeks to force you to look at him, “who do you belong to? who’s pussy is this?”

your thighs shake, legs around his neck pushing him further into you. “i-it’s yours baby, f-uck, this pussy is fucking yours eren. take it, take it fuck!” you’re a babbling mess underneath him, he takes your throat in his hands and lightly squeezes it, using it as an anchor to thrust into you harder. tears are streaming down your cheeks, lip gloss smeared across your lips, you’re a complete, whiny mess, drowning in pleasure. he closes the gap between you two and leans forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth, never losing an ounce of speed. your knees are folded against your shoulders, ass tilted upwards as eren thrusts down into you. your hair is sticking to your forehead with sweat, as you yank his head up from your breast to kiss him passionately. “i’m s-so c-close ‘ren,” he kisses the tears away from your eyes, taking in the sight before him.

your face is beat red and smeared with makeup, breasts bouncing with every thrust into you, your hands are gripped onto your thighs as you pull them back further into you, allowing eren to fill you up as far as he can. you look up at him desperately, mouthing the word “please” over and over again as you look up at him with tears in your eyes. he nods at you frantically whispering, “yes, yes, yes, i’m so close close doll, fuck.” both of you climbing your high, tangled together in the cramped bathroom. the mirror behind you is foggy, the imprint of eren’s hand slowly sliding down as he grabs your head and brings your foreheads together.

“yes, yes, yes, eren cum inside of me.. p-please cum inside of me,” you whisper into his lips. you wanted to feel every inch of him. eren’s eyes roll back at your words, tongue slipping out of his mouth, as he pants heavily, getting ready to release himself inside of you. “go ahead baby, cum for me,” eren whispers as your body jerks underneath him, stomach frantically moving up and down. you couldn’t take it anymore, foreheads still close together, you both cum in unison. you feel eren’s seed inside of you as you repeatedly slam the counter with your hand. “fuck, fuck, fuck! eren oh my god i feel you inside of me!” you scream as he rides out both of your highs. “o-oh my god y/n! fuck your cunt is so good, a-ah you did so good for me my sweet,” eren whispers sweet nothings into your ear, now becoming a babbling mess himself.

the two of you are caked in chlorine and sweat, covered in each other’s spit and cum, as eren slows his pace down. slowly pulling himself out of you, you both watch as his seed seeps out of your vagina. “fuck,” eren whispers, kneeling down and licking a fat stripe up your core, leaving the taste of you two mixed together in his mouth. your body jolts one last time at the sensation, as you try to regulate your staggered breathing. your eyes are closed tightly and your hands are still clenched in eren’s long hair as you try to calm yourself down. you feel eren kiss your forehead tenderly, running his hands back through your hair, trying to clean it up a bit.

“you okay?” eren asks softly. your eyes flutter open and land on his beautiful figure before you. he lowers your legs from his shoulders and lifts your body up to a comfortable sitting position on the counter. he takes the back of your head gently in his hands and places one soft kiss on your lips. “mm yeah i’m okay,” you whisper to him. your hands grab his wrists and bring both of his hands to your face, you kiss his knuckles as he says, “open,” one last time. you do as he says and he sticks his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, your lips closing around them, tongue twirling as you taste yourself on him. “you’re so pretty,” he says bluntly. your cheeks redden as you nuzzle your head into his neck.

the two of you are still in a haze as eren wipes you clean with a warm towel. “hm, i didn’t think you could be so sweet,” you tease. he looks up at you from his position on the ground, wiping in between your legs sweetly. “shut up,” he mumbles, expression turning into a scowl. you two had moved to the living room area of the pool house as you cleaned yourselves up.

you grabbed eren’s hair in your hands as you combed your fingers through his soft tresses, “hair tie,” you mumble.

“hm?”

“gimme your hair tie,” you open and close your hand a few times, beckoning him to give it to you. he places it in your hand as you comb his hair up into a bun, pulling some pieces from the front to frame his face. eren smiles at the sensation of someone other than himself doing his hair, “thanks,” he whispers under his breath, playing with his hands in his lap. “m’hm,” you hum in response.

“here,” he tosses his shirt at you, “—because your swim suit you know—

—yeah you ripped it,” you said with a straight face before breaking into a smirk.

“yeah.. i’ll get you a new one just like it. can’t promise it’ll be gucci though..”

“eren?” you ask.

“hm? what is it?” he says as he slips his swim shorts on. he looks down at you with a smug look.

“remember when i said i didn’t recognize you? i lied.. i knew it was you the minute you said your name over the intercom.”

“oh really? i never would have guessed!” he teased you as you roll your eyes and get up from your spot on the couch. you open the door to the pool house and hold it open for eren coming out behind you. you both squinted your eyes, putting a hand up to your face to block out some of the sun, neither of you had seen daylight for the past hour or so. you two looked a mess. as much as you tried to clean yourselves both yours and eren’s hair were tangled, greasy messes, your face was red and eren had scratch marks up and down his back. you were also in nothing but his shirt.

“try to leave quietly through the kitchen,” you whispered as you inched up to the sliding doors softly. eren nodded silently at you in response. it was only 2:30 so you were in the clear. you were the first to walk in the house when—

“hey sweetie! the brauns decided to bring the boat back in early! my god honey you look a mess!” your mother rushed up to you to begin prodding at your face. you quickly leaned up against the doorway in an attempt to hide eren who was crouched down behind you, waving your hand frantically behind you so only he could see, motioning him to just leave through the front and take the long way.

“haha! hi mommy! i-i know.. i went in the pool today and um.. yeah my hair didn’t dry properly. i was just coming into change into some proper clothes!”

“oh speaking of the pool.. that pool boy did an amazing job didn’t he? much cleaner than the last person we hired! did you get to speak to him hun was he nice?”

“o-oh!” eren squeezes your ass one more time before running off around the estate in nothing but his swim shorts, “h-he was actually very nice! i actually recognized him from somewhere before!”

“we should have him back shouldn’t we hun?” your mother gives your father a quick glance back, he hums mindlessly in agreement, too absorbed in his golf digest to listen. “what do you think sweetie?”

“oh yeah.. i mean he was just great!” really great. “cleaned every spot of the pool! we should definitely have him back!”

please have him back.

a/n: um besties what did we think?? i love pool boy surfer eren i think i will marry him.

[lauralestrange7]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a James Pottet x Reader where the reader is Remus' neighbor and they teach him and Sirius how to use a skateboard (totally didnt get this idea from watching amazing spiderman lol) thank you!♡

Skateboard | James Potter |

Hey, just wanted you to know that the reader here is a female student.  Please comment below your thoughts on my attempt. My requests are open 🌸 🌻🌼

Thank you for requesting! I'm sorry this took so long I have been really busy with school. Also, this probably isn't my best work I apologize for that again. Hope you enjoy it nevertheless!

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James sat down groaning softly as he lazily grabbed a piece of toast. “Oh Prongs, would you stop! It’s been a week! You have to move on mate, now you tried your best with Evans. You see women are extremely jealous creatures you just have to date a girl prettier than her. And then Evans will regret not going out with you, she’ll start giving you signals and that’s when you have to play hard to get, mate. Before you know Evans will be all over you.” Sirius explained to his friend. Remus took a seat beside Sirius “You really seem to know your way around women eh Pads?” he said buttering his toast. “Now Mooney don’t limit my power to be just around women,” Sirius said with a wink. “So, you really think that’ll work?” James said he seemed to give Sirius advice some real thought. “I’m certain it will mate” Sirius reassured his friend helping himself with some mashed potatoes.

“Well anyway, my mom invited you lot to spend a few weeks of summer at our’s,” Remus said looking at his friends. Peter who had been quiet all along, said “I can’t, my mum says that it’s bad enough not seeing me during the school year.” Sirius rolled his eyes “Oh Peterkins! I miss you so much!” He mimicked Peter’s mom in a high-pitched voice.” Everyone laughed at this even James “I’d love to go mate” he said to Remus “Yeah me too I just can’t get enough of our Mooney wooney” Sirius said and everyone started laughing again.

So, in the first week of August Sirius and James showed up in the Lupin’s fireplace, “Oh Remus look they are here, don’t just stand there boys, come sit” Mrs. Lupin said smiling at the two. Mr. Lupin was sitting at the table reading the Daily Prophet, “Hey boys everything alright?” he asked “Yes sir” the pair of them said. And Remus walked into the dining and took a sit, “Hey guys I was thinking we could go around the town after a while”. “But first some breakfast boys,” Mrs. Lupin said setting the table, so they started having their breakfast. There was a slight knock at the kitchen door and a girl walked in holding a tray and a skateboard. “Y/n” Mrs. Lupin smiled at the girl as she tightened her apron “Morning Mrs. Lupin, me mum baked some soda bread this morning,” the girl said handing the older women the tray. “Well, that’s nice of her” Mrs. Lupin said smiling as she took the tray, “Now why don’t you have some breakfast here?” she asked. “Aye thank you Mrs. Lupin, I’m telling you I don’t fancy that soda-bread all that much” Y/n said putting down her skateboard and taking a seat beside Remus with a “Good morning Mr. Lupin”. Y/n apparently hadn’t noticed James or Sirius yet, her eyes flickered first on Sirius and then on James. Even though their eyes met for a mere seconds James felt a familiar jolt going through him. The girl then looked at Remus suggestively, “Oh yes I’m sorry” He apologized “James, Sirius this is Y/n she’s my neighbor and Y/n these are my best mates.” He introduced. They resumed their breakfast, after a while, Mrs. Lupin walked out of the kitchen and flicked her wand as Mr. Lupin’s empty cup was refilled. “Remus why don’t you take Y/n along when you are taking Sirius and James to see the town?” she suggested. “Yeah Y/n, if you want to, you can come along with us,” he said looking at her “Okay I will,” she said as she finished the breakfast.

After all of them had finished, Y/n grabbed her skateboard and the four of them set out, “Cool skateboard” Sirius commented. “Thanks, want to ride it?” Y/n offered him the board. Sirius shook his head sheepishly, “I’d love to but I don’t know how to ride a skateboard, it’s actually more James’s thing, he’s the best seeker Hogwarts has seen in a century, he’s really good with his broom.” Sirius said grinning proudly at James. Who smiled too, he knew what Sirius was trying to do but nevertheless he said “I’d like to learn if you would teach me.” Y/n looked at him and smiled warmly “Sure,”.

“Hey does Mooney know how to skateboard?” Sirius asked with an amusing smile on his lips, “Can you imagine Remus with a skateboard zig-zagging down the streets,” Y/n said and the three of them roared with laughter. Remus rolled his eyes “Ha ha very amusing” he said sitting by a stream that ran slightly further from their house. Sirius took a seat beside him hurriedly opening his shoes and socks before dipping his legs in the water. Y/n leaned against a nearby tree and James did the same “I haven’t seen you around Hogwarts before” he said honestly. “Because I don’t go to Hogwarts” Y/n replied gently “Oh? A different school?” James asked curiously he didn’t really know a lot of wizarding people who had never attended Hogwarts. “No, I am home-schooled” Y/n replied again with that same tone “Right” James nodded he looked at her she had beautiful h/c hair and shiny e/c eyes which sparkled in the late morning light. “So, you’re a seeker?” she asked looking at him “Yeah,” he said looking away quickly hoping she hadn’t caught him staring already. “My brother was a seeker too; he was really good.” She said looking away again a sad smile tugging at her beautiful lips. “That’s great, he attended Hogwarts then?” he asked “Yes, he did.” she said sadness laced in her voice. James remained quiet wondering what caused the pained expression?

Sirius was splashing water at a groaning Remus, “Want to learn how to skateboard?” Y/n suggested. James nodded enthusiastically and they walked towards a deserted street. James fell down a couple of times but then he learned how to manage his balance slowly he was able to go a long way without having to stop and regain his balance. Y/n smiled and cheered James on.

Around mid-afternoon, they stopped smiling and laughing they started walking back to the stream. “There they are Mooney, he was wondering where you two went but I told him that James was probably getting som-“ Sirius stopped, looking at Y/n’s raised brow daring him to carry on. “She taught me how to skateboard!” James said “That’s nice but we need to go back for lunch now,” Remus said as he started walking, Sirius winked at James and followed Remus, “That was fun,” James said smiling at Y/n softly “Thanks”. “No bother,” Y/n said returning his smile. “I’d better get home too. help Mami set the lunch.” Y/n said looking down the street “Hey erm if you want to, we could err go get some coffee or something later?” James said the words were out before he could stop himself. Y/n smiled “I’d love to.” She said colour rushing to her cheeks.

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Babe I donno if you're already getting a million asks for the february prompt list but ♡ Im here with buckets of love ♡ if you need it.

FANCY BRUNCH,,,,, special request can it be a drag brunch? (thats um definitely a thing in Seattle) (idk queens love to brunch I guess) ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Excellent addition to the prompt, @whothehellisbuckles! I hope it's okay if I plagiarize myself and use the drag personas Sam and Bucky have in my Single All the Way AU, A No Snow Christmas 😂

Date 7 of 28: Fancy Drag Brunch

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Wings made of hearts in waves of Purple Pizzazz and Shocking Pink and Wild Strawberry and Vermillion; bright to contrast the tones of Bucky's, the Rosewood and Burgundy and Rouge and Tyrian Purple, their fake nails matching their wings.

They both wore draped fabrics made from love letters printed on the cloth, pinned to look as if the fabrics were flowing off the full nude suites on them, as if it were Aphrodite's hair as she stood on her shell as well as strategically hiding certain parts of the body without seeming forced.

painted straight across their eyes and over the bridges of their noses were golden arrows, light pink mascara on Sam while there was a wine red on Bucky, their lips inverted where a golden heart was drawn over the matt maroon lip on Bucky and vice versa on Sam.

They had prepared for this drag brunch for a while; both of them excited to put on a show for their friends and family; Sarah, AJ, Cass, Bucky's very old younger sister Becca who was flown all the way out from Indiana to spend the week with Bucky, Joaquín, Sharon, Rhodey, Old Man Steve all the way from the Moon along with Fury, Shang-Chi, Katy with her plus one Xialing, Wong, Dr. Strange, Monica, Wanda, even Darcy Lewis and Jimmy Woo.

"Hello," said Sam, "And welcome to the Falcunt and the Winter Whorer's Valentine's Brunch Special!"

Sam and Bucky's backyard was decorated for the occasion; paper hearts of every shade of pink, purple, and red everywhere, heart-shaped faerie lights providing an ambiance under the tent, fake roses strewn everywhere ranging from the pale pink of the Scepter'd Isle rose to the rich, darker red of the Munstead Wood rose.

Mocktails and Cocktails like Rose-Colored Glasses and Be Mines and Pink Squirrels and Sweatheart Punches sat next to plates filled with heart-shaped french toast with raspberry sauce and roast duck toast with pomegranate sauce with a sprig of dill and chocolate-covered strawberries and seared scallops in brown butter.

Sam and Bucky had gone all out for this, and it had paid off, the crowd cheering, eating, drinking, looking great and seeming to have a good time thus far.

So far so good.

"Now, today, the Falcunt and I are not just our regular selves," said Bucky, Sam nodding along with him, "No, we are Erotes."

"Winged goddesses of love," said Sam thickly, smiling as he said, "I am Hedylogos, Goddess of Sweet-Talking and Flattery."

"And I am Pothos, Goddess of Yearning, Longing, Desire," said Bucky, the both of them leaning in on each other, "And we welcome you to our show of love."

The crowd cheered again and it was so hard not to turn to Sam. Sam with the better makeup, the cleaner look, just the most gorgeous no matter what the occasion.

"There will be fun and games and there will definitely be love tarot readings and love horoscope readings later, or maybe just reads," said Sam, letting the audience laugh, "But for now, you're here just in time for the talent portion of this special event. Or, rather, when I prove that I'm talented and the Winter Whorer tries to keep up."

"Lies and libel," said Bucky, "Speculation and slander. I can sing and dance with the best of them. I was a real hoofer back in the day; bopping at rubs, jitterbugging in speakeasies before they let me get ossified. Every dame and fella at a wingding wanted to gab my ear off and swing a wing with this thing."

"We get it, you're old," said Sam, the both of them turning to one another, a glint of competition in Sam's eyes, "Now, do you think you can keep up, Grandma?"

"I'll do more than keep up," said Bucky, the music beginning to play as they fell into the routine.

Bucky feeling lithe for once in his life, Sam ever graceful, the both of them lipsyncing as Whitney Houston asked How will I know? whispering, Don't trust your feelings, Love can be deceiving, but all Bucky could focus on was how good Sam looked, up on that stage with Bucky, how great of a dancer he was, how everything just felt perfect for this one moment in time.

And Bucky knew the song would end, and he and Sam would get on with the rest of the show, but he wanted to live in this song and dance for a touch longer, live in the pure joy radiating off of Sam.

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[munsonsreputation]

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just wanted to pop in and say a thank you to everyone who has interacted with any of my work...i've been reading through comments + tags, trying to reply to all of them!!!

you guys really have no idea how much it means to me when you leave comments about your favorite scene or how you agree that someone is taylor coded or whatever it may be...it really just warms my heart and i feel like im connecting to you all.

i hang onto every word and keep it dear to my heart. you have no idea how much it means to me, especially when times are hard and i remember that other people are happy reading what i write. it makes me feel so so so happy.

from the bottom of my heart...thank you. thank you for caring and appreciating what i write and making me feel so loved and seen. i hope you know that im so in awe and grateful for the outpour. i'll never get used to it...just will always be in shock that someone out there cares...thank you guys 🥹🩷

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[munsonsreputation]

hi kaaay! so good to see you're back! last week, i was re-reading this and it got me thinking about the first time they met. and i was listening to bad liar by selena gomez at the time, and the lyrics “I was walking down the street the other day/Tryna distract myself/But then I see your face/Oh wait, that's someone else/Tryna play it coy/Tryna make it disappear” stuck out to me bc sounds like she had family video on her route on purpose to see steve. i truly believe she always had a crush on him, and their friendship was like the first step to that thing that happens after the day steve rescue her (not gonna spoil it for other people hihihi). ok hope this is a good request! love you 💙

Effie!!!! Noah, Steve, and reader constantly give me life and this was such a fun and flirty request...I had a blast writing it with "Bad Liar" on repeat!!!

I hope you like it and thank you so much for your support and kindness!!! 🥰💋✨

“This is absolutely ridiculous,” you repeated to yourself.

Yet the voices seemed to be swamped out with every footstep you took that got you and your puppy Noah closer to Family Video.

Matter a fact, the entire situation was ridiculous. 

Your little crush on the worker named Steve all came from the first meeting you had. When your dog was in need of some a/c on a hot summer day while you were out on a walk. It just so happened that the doors to the store were left wide open and the chilly air was calling to Noah, prompting him to tug you into the store without even asking if dogs were allowed inside first. 

And even before you could ask, the brunette girl at the front desk hopped over the counter with excitement coated in her voice as she fawned over sweet sweet Noah. 

You were positive that the other worker who was tidying up posters on the other side of the store was about to kick you out when you could hear his mumbling coming your way. But instead, the same awe spewed from him, instantly bending down to pet your puppi’s head and peering up at you with an infectious smile. 

Steve and Robin. That were their names. Both of them more than nice to you and Noah. 

Especially Steve. 

He always had a bowl of water, and some treats for Noah tucked under the front desk. Whenever you and Noah would stop by occasionally for a visit, he’d rush to fill the bowl up when he spotted you two coming from the big glass windows. And of course, he always asked you if you needed anything. 

Some water. 

A candy bar from the backroom that was only supposed to be for employees. 

Maybe even a free movie. 

He was kind. 

He was also the person taking up a fraction of your mind, so much so that it should be criminal. Especially if it had you purposefully putting Family Video on your walk route just so you could talk to him for a few minutes and get to gawk. 

It was supposed to just be a teeny tiny crush, but it had snowballed into an enormous, not so subtle, king sized crush that had you seeing his face everywhere in people that weren’t him. 

But it had been that way because you didn’t like Steve just because he was kind. 

Steve was easy to talk to surprisingly enough. 

He always asked about your plans for the day or how university was going. 

He gave you movie recommendations and early dibs on new tapes. 

He told you about his life and the dweebs he babysat regularly. 

Gosh…he was everything you were dreaming of. Literally and figuratively. 

The ding coming from above the door is what caused you to jerk out of your thoughts and concentrate on trying not to think of Steve that way, despite coming here for him. 

Robin turned her head, letting out the familiar high-pitched squeal once she saw who it was. Leaving the tapes on the floor, she shot up, sprinting over to you two and holding her hand out for the leash so she could have him.

“Noah and our favorite customer!”

You giggled, moving over to give her a hug, stretching away when you heard the break room door open and the amusement coming from the charmer himself. 

Of course, he already had the bowl and a small treat for the doggie. 

“Hey dude.” He cooed, after he set down the water bowl and fed Noah the treat who instantly chewed it down with no hassle. 

The three of you shared a laugh before Robin wandered a wee bit away to hog Noah for herself, something she loved doing, but you never minded. 

“How’s everything going today?” Steve turned to you, that gorgeous smile on his face as he leaned against the counter. 

You took a deep breath, driving back your dreams before answering, “Great, actually! Noah, just wanted to, umm, stop by and see his favorite people.” 

Playing it coy. Maybe then he’d catch a hint of how you really felt. 

Somehow his smile got even broader, grabbing a brief glimpse at Robin who was baby talking Noah’s ears off and reverting back to you. 

God, your stomach was doing backflips and somersaults just from being looked at by him. 

“Well, you two are our favorite visitors. Especially mine.” 

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. 

Was Steve flirting back to you? 

Was the feelings reciprocated this entire time? 

Were you taking up a fraction of his mind? 

“T-thats sweet…so sweet!” You shook your head, mainly so your fallen hair could cover up the ever-growing blush that was bleeding into your cheeks, but it only made it more pronounced. 

The way you were avoiding looking at Steve, or even when you did, you didn’t look him in the eyes. Doing so would make you melt or set you on fire. 

He was delighted, taking a deep breath of his own and gesturing over to the section behind him, “We’ve got that movie you were looking for the other day…I can show you where it is.” He offered, and you nodded, trailing behind him as he made his way over there. 

The romance section. 

Steve plucked Dirty Dancing off of the shelf, grinning cheekily as he placed it in your hands. 

“I haven’t seen it yet, but Robin says it’s a good watch.” He informs you, watching you look over the cover and reader the words just to distract yourself. 

“I’ve heard the soundtrack is good.” You tell him, ultimately getting the courage to look him in those twinkling brown eyes that had you weak in the knees on command. 

He snapped his fingers, like something came to his mind, which he instantly reveals, “I’ll make you happy, baby, just wait and see. For every kiss you give me, I’ll give you three.” 

You're wide eyed for a moment, bemused at his singing and the effortless sway that his body takes as he sings the little snippet of the song before he stops, making you break out into a giggle and nod your head at him. 

“Be My Baby by The Ronettes!” You acknowledge, and he snaps again, the other hand on his hips as he cheers. 

“Yes, them! I like that song! My mom and dad play it sometimes.” 

“Oh, Steve, how much I want you to be my baby,” you think to yourself. 

Eventually, you and Steve found yourselves back at the front desk. Robin had gone back to working only because Steve had reminded her that Keith, their boss would be stopping by to check in on the progress. So Noah was back in your arms, along with the tape that Steve had already bagged for you. 

Despite him offering to cover the rent fee, you protested, claiming that he and Robin already do enough by letting you and Noah into the store without any complaints and providing free snacks and water for him. The least you could do is pay for this one. 

“Are you swinging by again tomorrow by any chance?” Steve proposed, resting his palms on the counter, eyes scanning as you go into your wallet and pull out some stray bills. 

Your eyes met his, then Noah’s, and then you shrugged, sliding the dollars towards him, “I’m sure Noah wouldn’t mind stopping by during his walk.” 

Neither did you. You didn’t mind one bit. In fact, you were already planning it, anyway. 

He looked down, fingers reaching over to count the bills as he smiled, already anticipating getting to see you and Noah. 

Quite frankly, the best part of his shift. 

“Good.” He said naturally, depositing the cash into the register and getting your change before splitting the receipt and handing it over to you, “I’ll see you tomorrow then…I can’t wait!” 

Your breath hitched, forcing out a smile to hide the surprise scribbled all over your face just by his tone and the way he seemed too eager to see you and Noah again. Taking the receipt and stuffing it into the bag, Steve reached forward, giving Noah once last pet behind the ear before beaming at you. 

“We can’t wait either…bye Steve!” 

You waved softly, twisting on your heel and calling out a goodbye towards Robin before you left out the doors. And of course, you couldn’t help yourself. Taking another glance back to see Steve staring. His hand wavering adieu but never the smile stamped on his face. 

So maybe you were a bad liar at hiding your crush…but maybe this was a chance to make reality actuality. 

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this album is going to ruin my life in the best way possible and i cannot wait -- what songs are you guys claiming? personally for me, i'm looking forward to down bad, i can fix him (no really i can), and florida!!!

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ahhh thanks for tagging me @taintedcigs !!!! this was so fun and also funny because me and my bestie were trying to decipher what specific aspects of the character I possess 🤭

here are the 4 characters that best describe me!!

lorelai gilmore - gilmore girls

santana lopez - glee

robin buckley - stranger things

lottie matthews - yellowjackets

and to summarize these characters as myself it'd be: coffee addict, bad bitch, overshare-er, and delusional 😜

no pressure tags!!!: @translatemunson @on-my-contrarian-sh1t @manda-panda-monium @spideyharrington @lilacletter

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thanks for tagging me bby!!! @translatemunson

name: kay

star sign: pisces

last thing i listened to: style by taylor swift

what are you wearing: a sweatshirt and sweatpants

how tall are you: 5'0

piercings: ears

tattoos: ive been wanting one by still trying to decide what to get!!!

glasses or contact: glasses (my vision is HORRIBLE)

last drink: agua

last thing you ate: popcorn and the glass of water lol

any pets: a doggie

do you have a crush on anyone: fictional men only: eddie & steve (DUH)

favourite fictional characters: basically the stranger things cast lol

a movie you think everyone should watch: knives out (the first one)

a book you think everyone should read: twilight (vampires 4ever)

last place you traveled to: ur mom LOL (jk, i don't travel much, probably from my bed to the kitchen)

i’m tagging: @new-romqntics & @esme-viridian

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so glad you’re back kay!! how have you been?? xx (also have u seen the speak now tv announcement omg)

HI EMMY!!!! HOW ARE U BBY?!?

AND YES OF COURSE I’VE HEARD THE SPEAK NOW TV ANNOUNCEMENT! I’m so so so excited and I’m really excited to hear the vault tracks!!

as for the the re-records, I’m most excited for better than revenge, dear john, and haunted!!! hbu!?!

UGH I LOVE TAYLOR AND I KNOW THIS ALBUM WILL EAT!!!!