#i promised y’all a board and here it is

[strawberry-s0ap]

orange cat and rainy day stimboard for @miles-is-so-gay !

x x x / x x x / x x x

[pedrointofolklore]

This is me trying

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel hated you. he hated the risks you took, the danger you put yourself in, the total lack of value you had for your own life. he hated how much he worried about you. click here for part two.

warnings: detailed depictions of depression, heavily implied suicidal ideation, slight violence, angst with a sprinkle of fluff, no explicit smut but it does get very suggestive (minors do not interact), minor character death, enemies to lovers, poor communication, misunderstandings, these fools don’t know how to act, joel is an asshole but then he’s sweet, brief mention of drug use, lots of swearing, age gap (unspecified), no use of y/n, boston era/ellie era.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: hey y’all. i just wanted to thank everyone who supported my last story rosebud (here’s a link if you want to read it). this story is a lot different and a lot sadder. i got the title from my favourite pop girlie taylor alison swift.

Joel hated you. It had to be his worst kept secret.

You hadn’t done anything to him. You used to think about it constantly, desperate to know what his reason was for despising you like he did, but you eventually accepted that he didn’t need a reason. He just didn’t like you. 

Joel wasn’t particularly likeable himself. He was rude and intimidating and one of the most morally bankrupt people you’d ever met, but you didn’t hate him the way he hated you. You were Tess’s lackey—Joel tolerated you, and you supposed he wasn’t obligated to do any more than that. Although, he didn’t do it very well.

You’d existed in each other’s orbit in the QZ for a while, and finally met one night in the boarded-up old mall when you’d gotten to a stash of painkillers just before them. Joel wouldn’t have hesitated to shoot you between the eyes if Tess hadn’t been there.

Tess saw something in you—not a friend, not a life worth sparing by virtue of humanity; a business investment.

And it was a smart investment. You were young, agile and clever, incredible at slipping by unnoticed and gathering information. You knew all the best routes, the best times to take them, and you could swindle anyone out of their rations just by batting your eyelashes. You were willing to take the lead, to be the first one in and out to make sure the coast was clear.

It wasn’t the threat of death or the promise of mercy that made you join them—it was the sense of purpose it gave you.

Joel was adamantly against it. Things worked fine the way they did them, and he saw no reason to add another person into it.

“Don’t need to fix something that ain’t broken,” was how he’d put it.

You didn’t dispute that. Joel and Tess had survived for years, and they were clearly more than capable of getting the job done, but what you lacked in experience, you made up for in stealth and speed—something their aging knees struggled with.

Tess convinced Joel, which you soon found out she was very good at. You also found out that his compliance didn’t mean hiding his resentment.

He thought you were a careless, impulsive loose cannon, and he’d told you so after a particularly dicey deal with a particularly dicey FEDRA agent.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days.” He followed you into your apartment uninvited. Tess made him walk you home, and you were sure he only did it because he wanted to berate you.

“Why do you care?” you asked, tossing your keys onto the counter. They slid off and hit the floor.

“You’re with us,” Joel replied. “You'll get us killed.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes—you knew that infuriated him. “Am I on crack or have you not doubled your profits since I showed up?”

“I think you’re dangerous,” Joel said, ignoring you. “Always sneakin’ around, goin’ places you shouldn’t, playin’ mind games with FEDRA. Your luck’s gonna run out sooner or later, and I just hope I’m not around when it does.”

Your face burned with red-hot anger as you tried to fight the stinging in your eyes and the blurring of your vision, but you were too far gone. The tears fell, and they were ceaseless. You felt pathetic, but you knew this would happen. You didn’t often cry from sadness or pain, but anger always managed to bring it out in you.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me that?” you hissed. “You’re saying you don’t sneak around? You’ve never scammed anyone? You’re a smuggler, Joel! Be fucking real with me.”

“It’s different,” he said, clenching his jaw.

“Why, because you’re older? Because you have more experience?”

“‘Cause I don’t think I’m fuckin’ special.”

If his words were the dagger, the pure contempt in his tone was what plunged it into your stomach, twisted it, and left a gaping hole for all of your despair to come pouring out of, leaving behind a puddle of melancholia for him to gaze at in all its miserable glory.

It was the only time you might have hated Joel as much as he hated you. Working with him and Tess wasn’t perfect, but it was all you had, and now he’d managed to make it all meaningless. Your help wasn’t helping.

“Fuck you, Joel,” you spat.

You should have quit then, and you thought about it. After pounding your fists into Joel’s chest and screaming at him to get the fuck out of your apartment, you sunk down onto the floor and cried. You cried until you ran out of tears and were left with a nothing but a throbbing headache. You took a pill, passed out, and woke up to you discover that you’d lost the energy to really care about any of it.

You didn’t quit. If anything, you became even more audacious, but you never confused it with courage or bravery. Bravery was perseverance in the face of terror. Joel and Tess were brave. You weren’t like them.

Joel laid off after that. He wasn’t anything close to nice, but whatever animosity he held towards you was only ever expressed as quiet seething, and you could live with that.

Any fulfilment you got out of working with Joel and Tess dissolved, but for what it was, it still worked.

Until it didn’t.

Tess was dead. The buffer between you and Joel was gone, and you had no choice but to work together and get the immune girl to Colorado.

You wondered if there was a silver-lining in this wreckage. You thought that circumstance might force Joel to finally get along with you, and so you did the one thing you never did—you tried. You tried to help him, tried to speak to him like he was someone you actually wanted to speak to, tried to rein in some of your more annoying traits so you wouldn’t get on his nerves.

None of it worked. All you could get out of Joel seemed to be irritated mumbles and blank stares, and you couldn’t even blame him after what happened to Tess.

You never really knew if Tess actually gave a shit about you, or if she only ever cared about having an extra pair of hands around. Either way, you cared about her.

So, once again, you tried. When Joel and Ellie were sleeping—or at least pretending to—you walked down to the stream and tried to cry for her, but you couldn’t muster the tears. You even tried to get angry, mentally cuss her out for leaving you behind, but your eyes were dry.

You stared into the water, gazing at the way it sparkled in the starlight, and thought that the world didn’t deserve such a pretty sight. You couldn’t cry, but a deep sadness overtook you, weighing you down like lead.

Joel didn’t hate you.

He just hated how impulsive and reckless you were. He hated that you were smart, intuitive, and so maddeningly beautiful. He hated the risks you took, the danger you put yourself in, the total lack of value you had for your own life. He hated how much he worried about you.

There was a time he had disliked you. He used to think it was arrogance—that you truly believed you were so special that you could get away with anything. It was when he called you out on it that he realised how wrong he was.

Your reaction was frightening. You cried and screamed at him, pushed him out of your space. He didn’t know you were capable of such a strong display of emotion, but he’d struck a nerve, and those were the repercussions.

He recalled how the blows to his chest didn’t hurt, like there was no force behind them. You weren’t weak at all, you just couldn’t find the willpower to really hurt him. He wished you had hurt him. Maybe getting it out of your system would have helped. Maybe he wouldn’t have had to feel so guilty.

It became so obvious to him what was happening, and he felt like an idiot for not understanding it sooner. It wasn’t that you thought you were special, or immune to the consequences—you just didn’t care what happened to you.

Now Tess was gone, and he had this horrible feeling that he was going to lose you too.

His way of dealing with it was to push you away even more. He told himself it would make things easier when you inevitably left him.

Things came to a head one night after the three of you left Lincoln. Joel had been driving all day, and he would be doing it again the next day. He was in desperate need of sleep, but as he stared out into the eerie darkness of the woods, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible would happen if he didn’t stay awake.

He heard the rustling of a sleeping bag sometime after midnight. He thought it was you just rolling over in your sleep—something you often did—but then he heard the faint sound of dead leaves crunching under feet, and you were by his side a moment later.

“What are you doing, Joel?” you asked in a soft, sleepy voice that made his chest ache.

“Keepin’ watch,” he replied bluntly.

“But you’re driving tomorrow,” you said. “You need sleep.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’ve slept, so I can take over,” you offered.

“I just told you I’m fine.”

“I’m just trying to help—”

“I don’t need your fucking help.”

You backed off, hanging your head in shame, and he instantly felt horrible—you were being nice to him and he was still being a complete asshole.

Joel tried to tear his gaze away from you. He wanted to pretend this wasn’t happening, that he hadn’t just done that, but his eyes stayed on you. He watched the shame dissolve and replace itself with indignation. You pulled your head up and glared at him with a fire in your eyes that threatened to burn right through him.

“I get it, okay? I’m sorry.”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“I never meant for you to get stuck with me. I know it’s your worst fucking nightmare. If I could switch places with Tess—“

“Stop.” He wouldn’t hear that. He couldn’t. It would kill him. “That’s not—I’m not thinkin’ that. I’m glad you’re here, understand? I need you with me.”

You let out a bitter laugh. The sound hit his ears like a gunshot. “You just told me you didn’t. All you’ve done—all you’ve ever done—is act like I’m a fucking waste of space.”

Joel’s mouth when dry, his heart dropped to his stomach, and he thought he might vomit. It shouldn’t have shocked him like it did, but hearing you say it made him sick. He put the gun he’d been clutching down on the ground, disarming himself in more ways than one. “I don’t think that…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just—fuck—I don’t know. I don’t know anything. Are you gonna leave?”

“Leave this mission or this mortal coil?"

“Either, I guess.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Your voice was just a whisper, and it felt like you were ripping Joel’s heart out and crushing it in your hands.

Fuck no, he didn’t want you to leave, and that was what scared him the most; feeling attached to someone so detached (and yes, he was a hypocrite). He wouldn’t be able to take it if he woke up one day and you were gone.

But he couldn’t keep doing this to you. It was selfish and cowardly and it just made everything worse. He made everything worse.

“I can’t do this without you,” he told you. He hadn’t known how true it was until he said it.

“Okay.”

“I’m serious.” He felt suddenly impassioned. “You can’t…if you…just don’t. Promise me you won’t.” He couldn’t say it, couldn’t let the words out of his mouth and into the universe. You both knew what he meant.

“I promise,” you said. You sounded oddly tranquil, but Joel was destroyed, even though he knew he didn’t have the right to be—this was entirely his fault.

“Can you let me keep watch so you can get some sleep?” you asked again.

He shook his head.

“Why not?”

“Just need to know where you are.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and glossy, and for a second he thought you might start crying. Before he could think of something to do or say, your hands were on either side of his face, pulling him down into an urgent kiss.

He didn’t know what was happening, what you were thinking, or what he was thinking, but it didn’t matter, he just knew he needed to kiss you back. One of his hands found your waist while the other splayed out across your back, pulling you flush against him.

It was nowhere near sweet. It was intense and unyielding—a frantic clashing of teeth and bruising of lips. It was intoxicating, earth-shattering, but felt so right, like it was always meant to happen—or needed to happen.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, somehow bringing him impossibly closer to you. You hiked a leg up around his hip and tugged his pelvis forward. He ran a hand down from your waist, brushing it over your ass and gripping your thigh.

You rolled your hips into his, eliciting a deep, involuntary groan from him. He was painfully hard. He knew he would regret this, but he set your leg down and managed to tear his mouth away from yours. 

He missed the feeling immediately, and he didn’t have the self-control to pull away completely. His hands were still on you, pressing you against him. You looked so pretty and ruined gazing back at him; breathless and flustered with pink, swollen lips.

Fuck.

You had just kissed Joel Miller, the man you hated. 

You didn’t hate him.

You kissed the man who hated you.

He didn’t hate you.

You kissed the only person you had left. You kissed him even though it made no sense. You kissed him because you wanted to.

You started it, but then he stopped it. His eyes were dark, his face was flushed, and the bulge in his jeans was not going away. He looked like he was in pain, struggling with his own conscience.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t be sorry.” He grinned softly and reached a hand up to tangle in your hair. It was an unexpectedly sweet gesture. “I liked it.”

Your heart melted. He was so lovely, so dear. You never imagined in your wildest dreams that Joel Miller could be like this.

“Just don’t wanna take advantage,” he said.

“You’re not. I kissed you,” you reminded him.

“I know, but you're upset, and you don’t like me much, and you’re tired. Don’t want you doing anything you don’t actually wanna do.”

You did want it, but you were also overwhelmed and exhausted, and more importantly, it would have been a majorly fucked up thing to do with a 14 year old sleeping 20 feet away.

“But if you still want it later”—he gave you another chaste kiss—“you can have it.”

You giggled, kissing him one more time. You didn’t know when you'd be able to again.

His gentle smile faded, and he looked into your eyes with devastating sincerity. “I got you now, okay?”

“I know, Joel.”

“Do you have me?” he asked.

“I’m trying.” You hoped that would be enough, because it was all you had.

“That’s all I need, sweetheart.”

a/n: so i wrote most of this when i was sick with the flu and i fully intended for it to be a one-shot, but i love this dynamic and i’m thinking of exploring it further. let me know if y’all would be interested in seeing more of these two. (edit: this a/n is now redundant bc i did in fact write the sequel).

[barleyo]

Hybrid.

Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back from hiatus, sorry, I've been gone for so long. I got this idea while listening to one of my favorite nsfw asmr creators (feelgoodfilth, please go check him out y’all). Love you all, thanks for reading!

Tags: breeding kink, medical fetish, p in v, handjobs, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies

Wordcount: 1.7K

“Colonel Quaritch?”

“Hm, yeah?”

The woman walked into the small waiting room, taking only a few steps while clutching a clipboard to her chest. 

“I’m ready to run your tests. Would you follow me to the back office?” Her lips pressed into an awkward line, the pissed look on Quaritch’s face telling her that he wasn’t in the mood for a smile.

He stood up, head leaning down uncomfortably in the room. The ceilings got a bit higher when they turned the corner to her office, allowing him to reach closer to his full height. An examining table sat in the middle of the office, and an overhead light stood above it.

“Do I–?” Miles’ hand loosely pointed over to the table.

“Oh, yes, please. Careful of the light, Colonel.” The woman took her seat on a spinning chair, scooting it toward the table with her wheels. “Careful– careful now,” she said, holding her arms out as he roughly sat on the table, trying to protect his large body, as if catching him would have done any good. 

He snorted, lip pulling into a bored, fixed snarl. “Yeah, so sorry, miss,” he said, voice anything but apologetic. 

She gave a small nod, eyeing her papers clipped to her board, scanning over them quickly. 

“Ah– no matter. So, Colonel Quaritch, I have to run a few simple tests and check-ups before we start the extraction process. Please, hold still.”

Extraction.

“Lord, this damn thing couldn’t take any longer, could it? Fucking Christ,” he snapped, patience thinning by the minute.

The RDA just wanted to piss him off at this point, he thought. The whole situation left a bad taste in his mouth, from start to finish. Creating recoms with lab grown Na’vi bodies was getting too expensive, so this was the alternative. Why make them from the government and taxpayers’ money when they had all they really needed: a few female recoms, a few male recoms and a way for them to mix.

“I know, I’m sorry– I know this can’t be pleasant for you,” she said. She was trying to be as sympathetic as possible, but it wasn’t a great process for her to deal with either, especially when the medical wing was understaffed. 

“You have no idea, girl.” Miles groaned impatiently and spread his legs out, trying to work out the stress and kinks from his joints. “Can we just get this over with?”

The nurse nodded and scrambled over to her desk, pulling out an otoscope. She ushered him to lower his head to her level, having already pumped her chair up to its maximum height. “Hey, hey, hold still,” she inserted the tool, holding his blue ear to stop it from flicking as she looked through the lens. “Okay, all good.” 

“What’s even the point of this? Can’t I just jizz in a fucking cup and leave?” He took a deep breath and his nose twitched in irritation. 

“That– that comes later,” she said, face warm at his vulgar language, “just a few more tests, I promise. Now,” she pointed at her mouth, “open up, I need to take a look at your teeth.”

“What? Why?” Miles drew his eyebrows together, looking her up and down. 

“I’ve got to make sure your teeth are healthy, and strong before we pass your DNA down to our other soldiers,” she said while still pointing her fingers at her mouth. “C’mon, show me that handsome smile, eh, Colonel?”

A sigh escaped his muscled chest, stripes seemingly shaking as he breathed. 

“Fine.”

She brought a small light to his mouth, lifting her head up high to see all of his teeth. They were sharp and barred at her, shining in the reflection of her light. 

A few other meaningless tests were performed, each draining Quaritch of his patience more and more. If he had to do one more fucking thing, he was going to—!

“Here you are. Now just take this and, uhm, you know,” she said, passing him a sterile cup to fill. “Fill it to the top, if you can.”

She looked away and started to turn to her desk before she heard a zipper. Her head snapped over to the table to see Miles removing his heavy cock from his cargos, giving it lazy pumps.

“No, there’s– there’s a bathroom for that…!”

“It’ll take like two seconds,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “not leaving just to blow a load.”

She barely heard his response as she watched. She was too busy feeling her grip on the corner of her chair tighten, eyes hooked on the sight of his pretty, blue cock growing in his fist.

 “I, uhm, I think,” she paused, still watching as her voice trailed off.

“Huh? You think what?” He looked at her, smirking at her knuckles going white as she held onto the chair. “I think, little miss, that you want to come help me with this. Am I right?”

“That’s not professional,” she coughed out, turning her head away from him, arms going up to cover her chest. 

“Oh, come on. Don’t you want to help a patient in need? Don’t leave me here to suffer,” Quaritch teased, feeling his impatience being replaced by smugness. 

She bit her lip, eyes squinting as she thought. 

“Oh, nurse,” he called, voice smothered with satisfaction, “I need your help.” He let go of his dick, feeling it spring back to hit his clothed abdomen. A string of precum stuck to his shirt as his cock twitched. 

She walked over to him, pushing the wheeled chair to the corner of the room and out of her way. Taking his cock into her hand, she looked up to meet his blown, amber eyes. “Just to help? T-to hurry the process, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “but, I wouldn’t mind if you took your time.” 

Giving a few, testing strokes, she held as much of his cock that she could manage in her small fist. She went slow, from tip to base. Miles shuttered a bit, hips threatening to snap up into her hand. 

“You’re a little fuckin’ tease, aren’t you? Gonna– fuck,” he clenched his jaw, “gonna actually take your time, huh? Ain’t know you’d listen t’me.”

Taking her other hand, she takes her fingers and traces around his tip, collecting the slick and rubbing it in. She felt it kick in her hands, and gave it a sharp squeeze.

“God, just– let go, c’mon.” 

She let go quickly. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to!”

Quaritch took a breath through his nose and patted his lap. “Come here, come on. That’s right.” 

She sat, facing him. Her blue scrubs made euphoric friction against his cock, gliding across the length as she got comfortable. 

“I’ve gotten a taste of you, darlin’,” he started, “I won’t be able to hold back. Can’t cum inside that fuckin’ cup.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, mouth parting slightly as she felt his hands reach under her shirt. “Colonel?”

“Ain’t no point in growing another recom in a lab with my DNA,” he started, leaning to her neck, letting the warmth of his breath hit the exposed skin, “when I could put my DNA inside of you. Gonna let me breed you? Huh?”

He held onto the swell of her breast under the shirt, running a thumb over her hard nipple. 

“Gonna let me fuck a hybrid into you?”

Her mouth hung open for a second, unanswering. “Colonel….”

“Answer me, missy. Gonna do it? Let me fill you up with a fuckin’ alien baby.”

A slow nod was all he needed to see. In a swift movement, she felt her body turned and pushed, her back on the table. 

“Careful, please,” she mumbled, lips raw from her chewing them nervously. 

“No time for ‘careful,’ honey, I gotta take you nice and rough.” Quaritch pulled her pants and panties down, balling the fabric up and tossing them into a corner in the office. He brought his fingers to her cunt, collecting the slick leaking from her hole. “Worked up, huh?”

He placed one hand over her thigh, pulling her legs apart. She instinctively tried to close them back, unsuccessfully. 

“Keep ‘em open, I need to get you prepped for me.” He took one finger and rocked it into her, reaching to the far back of her walls. “All this talk got you wet already,” he said, feeling his finger slip in and out with ease. 

“Wait, I’m close, really close,” she said, legs starting to shake. 

A  dry chuckle left Quaritch’s mouth. “Yeah? I won’t stop you. Cum.” His fingers curled into the gummy spot in her, abusing the sensitive area. A soft clenching trapped the digit, tightening over him for a few moments. “There, there you go.”

“Thank you, yes– fuck!”

“One load ain’t enough for you, huh?” His eyes were completely blown and lust-filled. “God– your greedy little cunt, milkin’ me dry.” 

“Please, one more time– one more. Want your babies so bad!” she moaned, voice completely punched out. Her whines were breathless, and broken. 

Quaritch gave a soft hum as he continued at the same pace, slotting his hips between hers roughly. The squelches of her messy, wet cunt filled his ears and egged him on further. Dribbles of his cum from earlier dripped out of her with each of his thrusts.

“I’m just gonna seed you, girl. Spill my fuckin’ cum all in you for second time so it takes.”

Her walls clenched around his cock at his words, a soft moan escaping her lips. 

“You like that, yeah?”

“Yes, yes—” 

“Keep clenching on me, keep me nice and hard,” he growled into her ear gently licking the shell of it after he finished talking, “God– you got me right on the edge.”

“Don’t make me wait,” she sobbed, feeling herself go blind from pleasure.

“So greedy, so– so impatient.” Quaritch held onto her hips, using her hips for further leverage as he fucked her into the table. 

“Cum– cum in me, please, Colonel, one more time.”

Her begging threw him over the edge, and he spilled his second load into her, his cock kicking as he did. 

“Fuck, sweet girl, there you go. Not even gonna pull out of you, gotta keep you plugged up.” He sat up, pulling her on his lap, dick still inside. 

“Do you think I’ll actually, uhm, you know?” she sighed, looking a bit concerned.

“Get pregnant? I don’t know, girl. Maybe not. Or maybe you will, and you’ll get full with some little recom soldier babies.” He ran his hand over her cheek before speaking again, “Maybe I should fill you up again. Third time’s a charm.”

[charmedreincarnation]

Hello sweetie💌 I accomplished the void last night and I want to share my story with you. Well, first of all I did a few days of self concept (I didn't do anything special, I listened to subliminals and reminded myself that I already have it). In fact, when people said that the self-concept was something important to the void, I didn't take it very seriously, I thought it was a limiting belief. but such an idea came to my mind, I tried not to achieve the self concept void, but to make me realize that I already have what I want. In this process, I really achieved great results, I felt better now, family problems decreased as much as possible, and most importantly, I realized my unlimited power. and here is the day i entered void!!!

It was evening hours, I didn't specifically listen to a meditation or a frequency void subliminal. I lay down on my bed, closing my eyes and concentrating on my heartbeat, just with an idea that I was sure was going to enter a state of emptiness. I relaxed my body, then repeated the familiar affirmations inwardly (like I was in the void) After that, I got to the most important stage, my body started to take off, it was like I was floating in a vacuum. I suddenly realized that the sounds were gone, the flashes of light before my eyes and the darkness that followed were pulling me in. At that moment I realized that I was in void and said my wishes.

My manifests:

��� I passed a university exam and it cannot be said that I was that successful. so i first manifest the result i want.

• I added the foods that I had been craving for a few days on a board I created on Pinterest, I wanted them to be in my closet when I woke up.

• 50 kg and my dream body type

• The most beautiful state of my own face, free of all my insecurities

• a pet cat

• Every time I want to just close my eyes and affirm, enter the void in seconds.

• Albums and magazines of all my favorite kpop groups

• some anime manga

• mastering the manifest, the instant reflection of my wishes on my reality

• have a perfect self concept

• that my mother is completely healthy and peaceful

• a laptop, a new tablet, the latest headphones and my dream phone

• large amount of money in my safe for myself

• My dream room and also a closet to put my snacks

I had manifested that all my wishes would come true the moment I woke up. The first thing I did when I woke up was to look at the phone and it was exactly what I wanted! then i got out of bed and looked around my room, it was exactly the same as in my dream! then i checked my new tech and money, they were in place too.everything was exactly how I wanted it! I literally felt like a dream, but it was all real. After I suppressed my excitement, I heard my mother's voice, she was saying that the exam results were announced. I entered the site from the phone and checked my result! I have quite enough and an excellent result for the university I want!

I just want to say, you can achieve anything, my dears! Just discover that limitless power and don't give up no matter what. You don't have a single thing missing from successful people, first realize that. You are in control of your reality and it is up to you to shape it according to your wishes. I will give an example from myself, I had so many problems that I was not even in good health. I overcame all this myself. And now I am very happy, living my dreams. take care of yourself, believe in yourself, believe that what you can do is limitless, respect your achievements. I believe in you.

I’ve gotten so many success stories lately. I won’t post all of them and still don’t plan on coming back but I promise I see them and I’m so happy for y’all even if I don’t post it 💓💖💖💖

[maximumsass]

Green Eyes of Envy Pt. 2

Story Synopsis: So part 2 is the aftermath of Melissa’s confession. I added some more characters into the mix of this story to round it out. Hopefully you like that. And then of course the angsty hot interactions between the reader and Mel. The real question is will they do the “right” thing or will they take the risk and choose each other?

Author’s note: Hey my lovely fanfic village! So I’m not going to lie this one was hard for me to write because I had several different scenarios that could be played out with this but in the end when I sat down to finish this, this is what came out of my author’s soul! So hopefully you enjoy it and it doesn’t disappoint! I do have a pretty wild part 3, let me know if you want it!! I’d love to hear your thoughts and of course any requests you have please ask me! Thank you again for all the likes and the kind words! Sending love to you beautiful humans!!

Word Count-4.3K

Warning: There is a puking part but I promise it’s not graphic or anything.

Part 1-For those of you who missed part 1 here you go!

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You hear the door open and close and then you unexpectedly start silently crying. Pull yourself together (Y/L/N), you think to yourself. You think back to the redhead asking why life is like this, that really is the question, why couldn’t you both just be single and start to date like normal people do. You wipe the tears away, there’s honestly nothing you can do at the moment, all you can do is exactly what you told Melissa to do and that’s to think on it and make a decision, wait for her decision and then act accordingly.

You work on the bulletin board until the final bell rings. You rush to grab your stuff and hall ass out to catch the bus to your place. You walk out into the empty hallway before the other teachers start leaving so that you can avoid any small talk, the whole situation with Mel has drained your social energy completely. Of course you have to pass the redhead’s classroom to leave the school, you can’t help but stop and look to see if she’s in there, you think about the kiss you two shared and feeling her gorgeous lips as well a her gorgeous body pressed up against yours. She’s sitting at her desk looking at her computer with those extremely cute cat eye glasses on, she’s biting her lip in concentration as she stares at the screen. And it takes everything in you to not go in there, close the door and give her a kiss she’ll never forget. Something makes her look up and she locks eyes with you, and there is a deep craving in those green eyes, and you know that she feels how badly you want her in that moment. You both just stare at each other for what feels like forever and then your snapped back into reality as the other teachers make their way into the hallway to depart for the day. You rip your eyes away from her emerald eyes, and physically wince as you walk away because you know that was just as painful for her as it was for you.

As you walk away, you feel an arm hook onto your arm, you look beside you to see Jacob looking at you with a huge grin.

“Heyyy!” he exclaims.

“How do you have energy after all of those sessions today?” You tease and playfully nudge him.

“Just call me the energizer bunny!” He says as he mimics pounding the drum like the bunny does in the commercial.

You, Jacob, Zach, and your girlfriend Carly all celebrated pride together this summer. And it had only brought you and Jacob closer as both work and social friends. He was your go-to when you needed a laugh, or just to surround yourself with some uplifting energy.

“On a serious note, I need to ask you a favor.” You say to him as you walk him to his car.

“You know I’d do anything for my home girl!” he exclaims. “Please step into my office.” He opens the passenger door for you and then runs to get in on his side.

You chuckle and roll your eyes. “Have you noticed that Melissa has treated me differently than the rest of y’all since I started?” You ask him as you look at the floor of the car scared of what his answer will be.

“Oh yeah, Janine and I have had many conversations about it. We came to the conclusion that it’s because you’re quiet and give off a chill vibe but at the same time work really hard and the passion you have to help students succeed shines through that.” He answers in a genuine tone.

“Aww Jacob, that’s nice of you to say.” You say with a smile. “So I ask that because obviously I’ve noticed it too. And to be honest before I noticed her behavior towards me, I noticed her from day one because she’s drop dead gorgeous and I developed a little harmless crush. And she was with Gary and I shortly after met Carly so I know that I’d never act on it. But then her and I became close work friends and there was this undeniable fizzle of chemistry I felt towards her whenever I was near her, long story, short your girl caught feelings.” You say as you feel yourself intensely blushing.

Jacob slaps your arm. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before! But now that you say that you guys are extremely flirty with each other! So what are you going to do?!” He asks loudly.

You then proceed to tell him about everything that went down between you and Jessica Rabbit today as well as Barbara telling you about the proposal.

“Now everything that I just told you stays in this car! Not word to anyone, especially Janine!” You give him the stare downs of all stare downs.

He mimics zipping his lip and throwing away the key. “Girl you’ve gotten yourself into one hot mess! I love you to death (Y/N) but Carly’s my friend too, and you know that you don’t deserve to be with her, when you’re doing the things you’re doing. You at least need to be honest with her about what’s been going on regardless of what Melissa’s decision is. Okay that is the tough love portion of my ted talk. Imagining you kissing Melissa is so hawt!!! How did it feel?!” He asks excitedly.

“You’re right about Carly, I know I need to tell her. And I promise I will. As for the kiss, it was better than I ever imagined it could be! I know what were doing is wrong but the kiss just felt so right. Honestly all of it is a huge mind fuck and that’s the last thing I need right now. Anyways back to the favor, I need you to play interference so that when Melissa and I are in the same room there is no opportunity for her to talk to me. I could just stay away from the breakroom until she decides what to do but the other staff would notice my absence and that would draw more attention to me and that’s the last thing I need right now.” You say with a big sigh.

“Mission (Y/N) No Communicado with Red is a go!” He exclaims. You chuckle.

“You want a ride home?” He asks.

“Yes that would be very appreciated. Thank you!” You reply squeezing his arm showing your appreciation.

Tuesday goes smoothly without a hitch. Jacob does exactly as you asked of him and is by your side and talking your ear off whenever Melissa’s in the room and there becomes a possible opportunity to start a conversation with you.

Wednesday morning you can tell that the redhead is itching to talk to you, you can feel her eyes boring into you throughout the sessions. It’s literally taking all your will power to not be available for any conversion or physical close proximity and feed her neediness of your essence close to her.

“Is there a hole in my body that you can see? Cause she hasn’t taken her eyes of me this whole time.” You joke to Jacob with a quiet chuckle.

“(Y/N), I don’t know how you’re staying away from her. Her longing for you is so palpable you could cut it with a knife. Do you think that she’s made a decision and that’s why she’s being so intense?” Jacob asks you.

“Well it is Melissa we’re talking about here Jacob. If she wasn’t being intense I’d be worried. If she made a decision, she would just interrupt you to tell me about it. No offense.” You say with a smll smile.

“Oh none taken. She would definitely do that!” He says returning the smile.

You get through lunch and the rest of the sessions and then you have free time again to get ready for next week. You are the special education teacher at Abbott, you were born with a rare syndrome that in a nutshell paralyzed most of your muscles in your face and left you with multiple physical disabilities that are lifelong. You wanted to make sure that students with disabilities felt included in their classes and that just because they might need to learn differently, doesn’t mean they’re any less smart than the other kids and that they can be successful with anything they want to do, they just might do it a little differently and that’s okay. Thursday and Friday are your accessible tours of the school and the classrooms so it isn’t so scary for the kiddos on their first day. Already setting them up for success for the year ahead. You list your kids by grade and teacher, and then write down when they are scheduled to come for their tour.

You: Hey hun. We need to have a talk tonight. It’s pretty serious so if you just want to come to my place and skip dinner like we planned.

Carly: You’re scaring me. What did I do? Leave a towel on the floor again. Haha. XD

You: Not that this is comforting. But it’s not you, it’s me kinda thing.

Carly: Yeah super not comforting. I guess I’ll see you tonight.

You: I’m sorry. Okay I’ll see you tonight.

You shoot off that last text and then immediately have to run to the staff restroom in time to make it to the toliet. The cool hard tile on your knees is the thing that is keeping you grounded in the moment and not dissociating from the shit show that your life has become. You grab some toilet paper to wipe your mouth and cough a little. Great, now this situation is making you physically sick, at least you’ll come clean to Carly tonight.

“(Y/N)?” you hear the redhead’s voice call out to you.

Shit, Melissa would be the one to find you in this state.

“I’m good Mel. Don’t worry about me.” You respond.

“You are the most stubborn woman! You throwing up during the work day is not fine. I’m going to stay here until you come out. And then you’re gonna let me take care of you. And I’m not taking no for an answer.” She says to you in her I’m not fucking around tone.

You stay in the stall for a few minutes until you think you’re good. You hear her running the sink water. When you come out of the stall you see that she has ran and gotten the toothbrush and toothpaste you keep at school, as well as a plastic cup.

“G’ahead and brush your teeth.” She instructs softly. You take the tooth brush and toothpaste and brush your teeth. When you’re finished she hands you a paper towel to wipe your mouth.

“Come here hun.” She says to you. You go to her and she produces a warm wash cloth an starts to blot it on your forehead, all the time she’s looking at you with this extremely worried look on her face but her eyes show that she’s determined to fix whatever is going on with you.

“You’re not pregnant are you?” She teases you. You both chuckle at that. “But seriously what happened?” She asks in a serious tone.

“I just texted Carly that we need to talk tonight. I’m going to tell her everything that’s been going on with us. And apparently all of this has me fucked up enough that I can’t keep my bodily fluids down.” You say quietly.

A horrified look creeps onto the redhead’s face. “I shouldn’t have told you about my feelings towards you. You’re getting physically sick because of my actions. This whole thing has been so selfish on my part. (Y/N) I’m so sorry, I didn’t think…” She says with a deep look of shame and tears tarting to glisten her eyes.

You put one hand on her waist while the other cups her cheek. “Mel stop, if you wouldn’t have said something the other day, I truly believe that it would’ve still come out somewhere down the line. And then who knows where we would be then, you might be married to Gary by then and then it would be a should’ve, would’ve, could’ve conversation or a lot more complicated to be together. It wasn’t a selfish move because I truly believe deep down we both knew that our feelings were reciprocated. So no matter what happens moving forward, never apologize for telling me about your feelings towards me, because just knowing that Melissa Schemmenti was falling in love with me is an honor all on it’s own.” You say softly.

You look down at her lips and then back to her eyes silently asking for her permission. She slowly nods with a pleading look in her eye. You gently push her against the bathroom wall and kiss her with the craving that has been plaguing you both since your last kiss. A moan reverberates from her mouth into yours and you moan a response back into hers. Her hands tangle in your hair and pull you closer until there is no space and your bodies collide like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.

Sadly air is required to live so you break away, her hands still in your hair holding you to her.

“Fuck.” You say between pants trying to get a proper level of oxygen back. “This is exactly why I asked Jacob to play interference between us.” You say more to yourself than her.

“So I wasn’t just imagining him being your little body guard for the past few days.” She chuckles.

“No you weren’t but obviously it was needed. I mean this situation went from caring friend to eroctic fiction in 0 to 60 in 6 seconds.” You chuckle.

“You’re doing the right thing by talking to Carly tonight. What just happened is evidence that I know what my decison is. I’d just be lying to myself and denying myself of what I really want if I didn’t choose you. And I’ve denied myself of what I really wanted too much in my life in order to make others happy or to keep up appearances. I’ll talk to Gary tonight.” She says quietly looking at you with a determined look in her eyes.

You both fix each others clothes and get the smudged lipstick off of your faces and reapply so it looks like nothing happened. She pulls you into a hug, you hold her feeling her warmth engulf you, there’s a sense of peace that washes over you. You end the hug and walk into the hallway together.

“See you on the flip side Schemmenti.” You say to the redhead, giving her a big smile and grabbing her hand and giving it a tight squeeze before letting go and walking back to your classroom.

That night you tell Carly everything. She’s understandably upset and hurt by everything. But at the end of the night, she thanks you for being honest with her and not leaving her in the dark and making her the backup plan if Melissa didn’t pick you. She gathers her things she’s left at your place. You end the night with a hug, wishing each other the best.

Melissa knows that she needs to end things with Gary in public, not because she thinks he’ll do something but if she’s wrong she’d rather not be forced to use her trusty bat even though it is very tempting. She asks him to get drinks at a bar they regular often since they started dating. She tells him everything that she’s felt and that has occurred. Once she’s finished, she can see the red hot anger seething from him.

“How dare you cheat on me!” He hisses at her. “You really think that you’ll find anyone better than me? You are walking away from the best thing you’ll ever have.” He growls at her.

“I’m sorry Gare. But it isn’t fair to either of us for me to stay because I think it’s the “right” thing to do. You deserve a woman who actively and excitedly chooses you every day. And I’m just not that girl.” Melissa says in a somber tone, tears pricking her eyes.

She finishes off her Yuengling. Stands up from the table and walks to his side, and puts her hand on his arm. “I really do wish you all the best Gary.” She gives his arm a squeeze and then exits the bar and doesn’t look back.

You tossed and turned all night long, you know it was the right thing to end things with Carly but to say it didn’t hurt you would be a lie. You get up before your alarm because it was obvious you weren’t getting any more sleep. You have your breakfast and get distracted by watching tv. Then you look at the time and rush to the shower. You are drying your hair when you hear a loud knock at your door, you llok at you phone, it’s 6 in the morning, who the hell is at your door at 6 in the morning! You grab your aqua silk floral robe and throw it on and then go to the door. You look through the peep hole and low and behold stands Jessica Rabbit herself.

“Get your cute ass in here.” You say as you open the door and step aside for her to come in.

She steps inside and you realize she’s holding coffee in one hand and an iced coffee in the other. “So what do I owe the pleasure of being graced with your presence at 6 in the morning?” You tease her with a chuckle.

“I talked to Gary last night and ended things. And I couldn’t sleep last night because all I wanted to do was tell you and be with you without feeling the guilt that has been surrounding us since my confession. I choose you (Y/N) and I’ll keep choosing you as long as you let me. I also needed to bring you an iced caramel latte because that’s your favorite and since this is the first day of me giving you the world and making you feel like the most wanted and cherished woman in the world bcause that’s exactly what you are to me.” She says in a soft voice, vulnerability as well as adoration filling her eyes.

“Mel I feel the exact same way about you. Thank you gorgeous.” You kiss her forehead and then you take your drinks and set them on the counter. And then you are pushing her up against the door and showing your appreciation from the moment your lips are pressed against hers. This kiss feels different, the neediness isn’t there it’s been replaced with a sense of freedom, with the knowledge that you have all the time in the world to savor these kisses because you chose each other and have gifted yourself the time to take this slow and sensual and explore and worship every crevice of each other.

She somehow turns you around so she’s pressing you against the door. Her hand goes to the tie of your robe and looks at you for permission. You nod and she unties it and pushes it until it falls to the floor. You stand there in all your naked glory for her to admire. She steps back and her jaw hits the floor.

“Fuck (Y/N), you’re perfect.” She says in her deep husky voice dripping with seduction.

She steps as close to you as she can, your noses are touching. She starts slowly and softly kissing your neck, making you moan quietly. She takes her hands and cups both of your breasts and then taking her thumbs and slowly rubbing circles on your hardening nipples. She turns her attention back to your lips as she kisses you hard with passion, tongues colliding, sharing moans through hot breath.

She pulls away with an evil smirk on her face. “As much as I want to make you cum for me and witness you in the bliss of an orgasm I give you. We are going to do this properly. And just so I am clear I will make you cum and give you an orgasm you’ll never forget. Will you (Y/N) (Y/L/N) join me for dinner at my house at 7 tonight to enjoy a delicious meal I cook for us as our official first date?” She asks you as she looks at you a little nervously as she caresses your cheek.

“You are a cruel woman!” You say in sexual frustration. “But yes I would love to join for you for dinner as our official first date. You say giving her a big smile and then leaning in and giving her a soft kiss.

When you break the kiss, you playfully and gently push her off of you as you grab your robe and put it back on. She of course gives you her sad puppy dog eyes and pouts.

“You do not get to pout Schemmenti! You are the one who teased me to the point where I have to go take care of myself after you leave.” You tease her.

“You loved it, besides it only makes tonight hotter!” She says with a smirk.

You go to your iced caramel latte and take a sip. “Thanks again for the coffee hun.” You say. “Now unlike you I still have to get ready. I’ll see you at school, okay?” You say with a smile as you kiss her forehead.

“Okay I guess I’ll let you get ready.” She teases. “Stop by my room to say hi if you have time.” She says as she gives you a slow soft kiss and when you break away you both say bye and give a cute wave to each other before she walks out the door and closes the door behind her.

You are meeting with one of your students and his parents for his accessibility tour of the school. His name is Jamal Williams, and Jamal has autism and ADHD, you’ve worked with him for two years now and have seen immense growth. You talk with his parents about how you and Jamal will discuss what his goals are for the year next week. And then it’s time to go see his new classroom, Jamal is starting the 2nd grade and is fortunate enough to have the infamous Ms. Schemmenti.

You walk hand in hand with Jamal down the hall with his parents close behind to the redhead’s classroom. You knock on Melissa’s open door, she’s at her desk when she looks up at you she gives you a big smile.

“Ms. Schemmenti, I would like you to meet Jamal Williams, he’s going to be in your class this year. And he’s just here to get a feel for the classroom and to meet you before the first day so that he isn’t so nervous on his first day. Isn’t that right buddy?” You look at Jamal with an encouraging smile. He silently nods with a small smile.

Melissa bends down to his eye level. “It’s very nice to meet you Jamal. I am so excited to have you in my class. Are you excited to be a little eagle?” She asks him in a warmingly calm voice.

Jamal looks directly at her and holds out his little hand for her to shake. “It’s nice to meet you Ms. Schemmenti. I’m excited for the second grade!” He says with excitement. You look at the interaction shocked. You’ve been working with him on his being introduced to new people skills but this was not how you were expecting that to go.

“Oh my gosh, look who has been working on his introduction skills this summer!” You exclaim. “That deserves a high five and I think I have a gold star sticker for you when we go back to my classroom. That was awesome Jamal.” You say giving him a high five.

You step away from the door to let Mr. and Mrs. Williams in. “This is Mr. and Mrs. Williams and this is Melissa Schemmenti, Jamal’s teacher this year.” You say as you make introductions.

“Jamal let’s go find your desk and let them talk for a bit.” You say to the little boy and then he’s off searching for his name tag. He finds it and looks at you with a big smile.

“Oh my gosh look at you being a big 2nd grader and finding your name tag so fast!” You exclaim. “What did you think about Ms. Schemmenti?” You ask him.

“She’s nice. I like her.” He answers.

“I like her too. Ms. Schemmenti and I are friends so if you ever need to come to my classroom or need me to come here, you just let her know and she will help you, okay?”

“Okay.” he says.

You got him new fidget spinners for the new school year. You pull them out of the pocket of your blazer. “I got you new fidget spinners for the new school year so when you feel yourself start stemming you just pull these out and play with them just like you did last year. Okay bud?” You say to him.

He gasps loudly, making the redhead and his parents turn to us.

“It’s all good y’all, I just surprised him with new fidget spinners for the year.” You quickly explain.

You turn back to Jamal. “Thank you Ms. (Y/L/N)!” He exclaims.

You chuckle. “You’re very welcome. Now where’s a good place to put the new fidget spinners?’ You ask him.

“Ummmmm….” He pauses to think. “In my desk?” He asks.

“That’s right bud! Fidget spinners always go back in your desk when you’re done using them.” You say to him, holding up your hand for a high five.

You sit with Jamal as his parents finish up talking with Melissa. You stare at the gorgeous woman with a big stupid grin on your face, still in disbelief that she chose you and that you were having your first date with her tonight.

[99hook]

crossed hearts

synopsis: two strangers make a drunken promise in the heat of the moment

A/N: sorry for taking a million years to post a fic. i know y’all have been asking and i’ve been putting it off for weeks soooo i took a few whole business days to conjure this up for y’all and i hope you loveee it!! enjoy babes!!

18+ only

You were quite content as you sat on the edge of the pool, legs submerged beneath the cool water and your face towards the sun, soaking up the last bit of the end of summer heat.

You had your airpods in to drown out the loud chatter and occasional children screaming when their parents tossed them in the deep end. You couldn’t help but laugh when a little boy, who had been thrown in the pool at least ten times, kept running back over to where his parents were sitting just to beg his dad to throw him in again.

You were about to watch him get launched from the diving board for the umpteenth time, but that’s when something else just so happened to catch your attention.

You felt something hit your back and turned around to find a foam football that a group of guys had been tossing around a little ways away.

You grabbed the football before it rolled off the edge of the pool and looked up at the man who came jogging after it.

“Shit, sorry about that. My friend’s got bad aim.” He chuckled as he extended his hands. You tossed the ball back to him and glanced over at the other three guys exchanging not so discreet laughs as they watched on.

You pulled one airpod out of your ear and looked back up at him, offering a simple smile as you said, “It’s alright, just tell him he might not need to pursue a football career anytime soon.”

He dropped his head and laughed, and you took immediate notice of the dimples that decorated his cheeks when his smile widens. His eyes were hidden by a pair of shades but if you could see them, you’d imagine he’d have a couple crinkles by them when he laughs that hard.

He glanced over his shoulder and the boys who were waiting for him. Their laughter had died down and now they were standing around with confused looks on their faces, probably wondering why that man hadn’t returned yet.

“Well I guess it’s a good thing he’s a pro wrestler then.” He shrugs his shoulder as he looks back down at you, keeping that dimple fledged smile on his face. “We all are, actually.”

“Pro wrestler? That sounds like an exciting career.” You say as you take a sip from your margarita that was starting to go down a little too smooth. “I’d love to make a living beating people’s ass.”

He chuckled again, tossing the football between his hands as he started stepping side to side.

“I mean, yeah, it’s pretty cool. That’s why we’re here right now. Got a show tonight, and uh, yeah.” He says as he adverts his eyes down to your margarita you placed next to you.

You glanced back over at the group of guys now with all their arms crossed over their chests, talking amongst themselves as they impatiently waited their friend to get back.

“Well I think your friends are getting tired of waiting.” you point over to the guys, and he looks back over his shoulder at them. “So don’t let me keep you distracted.” you joked, watching as another dimple fledged smile formed on his face.

“Alright, well, i’ll see you, uh-?”

“Y/N. You?”

“Tyler” he grins as he takes a few steps back before he turns around and jogs back over to the other guys.

You turned back around and put the airpod back in your ear as you took the last few sips from your glass, only then realizing that it was empty, and obviously you needed to head over to the swim-up bar for another one.

You lowered yourself off the edge, feeling the coolness of the water against your heated skin, refreshingly so. You kept your glass above the surface as you made your way towards the bar, unknowingly being watched by that same boy until his friends called him out on it.

“Dude, you talked to her for like, five minutes.” Darius says as he catches the football Tyler tossed to his chest. “Should’ve just asked for her number instead of staring at her like a creep.”

“I’m not even looking at her.” Tyler lies as he barely catches the ball when his friend passes it back. “I was looking at the water. It’s hot, i’m bout to jump in.”

Action and Anthony exchanged looks before they started passing the ball between each other, excluding Tyler as he pulled his shirt and sunglasses off and tossed them down on the chair.

Darius looked back over, finding you just as you took your place with a full glass you started sipping on. You could practically feel eyes burning into you, but you did your best not to acknowledge that. It was making you feel a little nervous, but thankfully the liquor in your frosty drink was strong enough to mask that.

A couple seconds passed by before you heard an enormous splash and you got covered in the drops of water from the impact.

You watched to see who was resurfacing, and couldn’t say you were surprised to see that it was Tyler.

“Hey again.” you called out to him.

“Hey.” he grinned, finding his footing when he got to the shallow side and standing up, exposing Sculpted, sharp abs and a couple more tattoos.

You had to keep yourself from letting your eyes wander, but it was hard to do. He ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head slightly until he was satisfied with how the slick locks landed against his forehead. He then made his way towards you and lifted himself up to sit on the edge, leaving a little distance between you.

“Done throwing the ball?” you asked, feeling the need to take another sip from your glass as the nerves started to become a little too unavoidable.

You couldn’t help it, he was strikingly handsome and now that he didn’t have those shades covering his eyes, you got to see the rich, deep shade of them and, well, brown eyes have always been a weakness for you.

“I am.” he says as he sways one leg beneath the water. “It got hot, needed to cool down.”

“Yeah. That’s why I have this.” You tipped your glass before you took another sip, watching as an eased smirk slipped across his lips as he looked back at you.

“I might get something when I get back tonight. Probably not a margarita, but something with some alcohol in it.” he says before he looks down at the water.

“When are you getting back?” you asked, unsure why you did in the first place. It felt weird right after you said it but before you could cringe about it, he was already answering.

“Probably around midnight.” he says, “Maybe a little later, I never really know. Kind of wanted to go somewhere and see what this city is all about before I have to leave again.”

“Well what would you wanna do? I know this place pretty well. I can tell you if something’s worth it or not, so you don’t waste the little time you have.”

“I don’t know, maybe a club or something? But, then again, I might just come back here and chill for the night. I’m probably gonna be tired anyway.” He shrugs as he keeps his eyes from roaming over to you, out of sheer nervousness he was starting to feel simply because your attention was solely on him, and for some reason, it flustered him.

“Well if you do decide to go out, there’s a couple places not far from here that-“

“Yo, Tyler, we gotta head out man!” You were cut off by one of the guys calling out to him from a little ways away, and when you glanced over your shoulder, you saw the three of them approaching, all with weird smirks on their faces.

One of the guys stepped forward, flashing a bright smile down at you. “Hey, sorry about hitting you with the football earlier. And for the record, I’m not planning on joining the NFL anytime soon.”

You looked over at Tyler who was trying to keep the smirk off of his lips, but failing miserably. Then you looked back up at the guy, a little at a loss for words because you didn’t actually expect Tyler to tell him you said that.

“But for real, sorry about that.” He says with a wide grin. “I’m Action, also.” He extends his hand, expecting you to shake it, which wasn’t typically something people around your age, as you assumed he was, tended to do anymore.

You reached up and took his hand, and he gently shook it before another guy decided to introduce himself. The one who seemed to keep a weird grin plastered across his face.

“I’m Anthony.” He gave you a little wave. That only led you to expect the last man to follow the others up, so you glanced over at him, but he kept his eyes on Tyler.

“Darius.” He nodded, not taking his eyes off the man next to you.

“Nice to meet y’all.” You offered a smile, “I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, we-“ but before Anthony could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Darius nudging his ribs with his elbow. The two of them exchanged rather tense glances before you felt the energy between everyone suddenly shift into some weird, awkward tension.

“Uh- are you coming to the show tonight?” Anthony asked instead, glancing between you and Tyler.

“No, I actually didn’t know there was anything happening tonight. I didn’t know you were all pro wrestlers until he told me.” You point over at Tyler, who is finding it hard to sit there silently.

“Oh, so you don’t know who he is?” Anthony asks, looking a bit taken back. You looked over at Tyler and back up at his friend.

“You’ve never heard of Hook before?” He adds on, but that’s when Tyler looks over his shoulder and pipes up.

“She just said she didn’t know who we were.” He couldn’t help the aggravated tone, simply because he could see what his friends were doing and he didn’t care for it too much.

Darius placed his hand firmly on Anthony’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze, which was a silent gesture to tell him to stop talking.

That’s when Tyler looked back at you, and you caught his softened eyes for a split second before he sent you a small nod and lifted himself up out of the water completely.

“Nice meeting you, Y/N.” Anthony beams, offering you a wave, as well as the other two guys who nod toward you as they all group up and head towards the hotel.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” You heard Tyler say as he heads back over to where they were previously tossing the ball. He grabs his shirt and tosses it over his shoulder, then slides those shades back over his eyes and waits for the guys to fully disappear inside before he makes his way back over to you.

“Sorry about them.” He mutters as he sits back down next to you, submerging his legs back in the water.

“It’s alright, they seem nice.” You shrug as you start to sway your legs.

“Sometimes.” He smirks as he runs his hand back through his hair, flinging droplets of water across your cheek. “But uh, I don’t know if you’re gonna be here later or not-“

“Yeah, for the next two days.” You didn’t mean to answer that so abruptly, but the margaritas and this man’s unusual charm had to be to blame for that. You felt your cheeks heat up when he looked over at you, sliding his tongue over his lips once before he nods.

“Me too.”

“Maybe I’ll see you later then.” You shrugged, feeling that unavoidable feeling brewing in your stomach, similar to what people say they feel when they have butterflies, but until then, you’d never experienced that before.

“Yeah, maybe.” He smirks as he pulls his legs out the water and rises back to his feet.

“Have fun beating people’s asses.” You grin before you take the last sip of yet another margarita, and he simply smiles back before he drops his head and makes his way towards the doors, leaving you sitting on the edge of the pool wishing he was still right there next to you.

———

Somewhere in the midst of a few more margaritas and somehow managing to recognize your hotel room, you ended up taking a pretty long nap.

You woke up around one in the morning, quite literally starving to death. You grabbed the laminated menu sitting on the bedside table and scanned your options, until you realized that room service was no longer available after midnight.

Letting out a groan that sounded similar to your stomach growling, you got up from the comfort of the plush bedsheets and slipped on your shoes. Taking a glance in the mirror was a little unnecessary at the moment. You should’ve known you were going to look a hot mess after how hard you crashed.

You took a second to wipe the smudges of mascara below your eyes and comb your fingers through your disheveled hair before you headed out the door, towards the elevator.

Thankfully your intoxication wore off at least eighty percent, so you were no longer wobbly on your feet, but you were still feeling a little buzzed and blamed that on the reason why you it took you a whole minute to figure out which elevator button takes you down to the main lobby.

You managed to get there without stopping on any other floor first, so you felt like that was an accomplishment. Your eyes landed on the doors that led to the cafeteria and you could smell the mixes of different foods the second you stepped out the elevator.

“I wonder why they can’t just bring this up to my room. Why do I have to come all the way down here and get it myself just because it’s late?” You mumbled under your breath, even though you meant to keep that thought in your mind. Another thing to blame on the alcohol.

You approached the buffet bar and immediately gravitated towards the pizza station. Two slices were plated and passed to you by one of the women behind the counter who didn’t appear all that thrilled to be serving food at one in the morning, but you could understand that.

You were just about to take your plate back up to your room, but decided last minute that you wanted to go outside and sit by the pool instead. With nobody being around that late at night, it sounded like a peaceful way to spend the next hour or so.

You kicked back in one of the lounge chairs after you finished eating, staring up at the stars that blanketed the sky, like diamonds dazzling above you. You searched for the brightest one of them all, as you always do, because when you were younger your grandma always told you that star belongs to you.

You found it a little over to the left, glimmering around the illuminated band of the moon and felt yourself smile. Maybe it was just another thing to blame on the alcohol you still had bits of running through your veins, but you couldn’t help but to grin from ear to ear from the simplicity of stargazing.

It was quiet compared to the daytime hustle and bustle of the city and the peaceful atmosphere was nice. You could’ve sat out there for hours on end happily enjoying your own company, but the silence was rather short lived when you heard the rowdiness of the group of guys from earlier right outside the gate.

You looked over and found the four boys stumbling around, laughing and making jokes amongst each other as they walked towards the hotel doors.

Your eyes zeroed in on Tyler specifically, who had a hood over his head but you recognized him by the his wild hair shoved underneath it. You wondered if they ended up going out to a club after all, seeing as how they all seemed to be a little drunk themselves.

You couldn’t help but to let out a quiet laugh, hoping you wouldn’t be heard, when one of the guys, you think you remember by the name Darius, says something that was apparently so hilarious it causes Tyler’s laugh to echo all around.

You looked back over towards the jacuzzi you’d been thinking about getting into for the last thirty or so minutes once the boys disappeared inside. Eventually, your temptations got the better of you and you found yourself sitting on the edge with your legs submerged in the hot, rolling water.

You stared down at the bubbles forming from the jets and the multicolored lights casting a rainbow glow on the surface, a little entranced by the ever-changing variations, so much so that you didn’t even hear the footsteps behind you.

“Hey” You heard a deep voice softly speak, but it startled you nonetheless. You jumped slightly when you looked over to find Tyler grinning at you, amusement in his hazy eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that.” He chuckles before he grabs a lounge chair and pulls it closer to you. He takes a seat and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and subconsciously twisting the ring wrapped around his finger.

“You’re fine.” You managed to chuckle back after the initial shock wore off. “Did you end up going to a club?” You decided to ask, but the answer seemed pretty obvious to you judging by the way he was giving himself away completely.

The hazy, low eyes and a relaxed, easy smirk to match. His cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, he couldn’t keep his hands still. He’d definitely been drinking, but you were finding it funny how you didn’t even know this man and yet it was so obvious to tell the difference between him being sober and intoxicated.

“For a little while. Didn’t really care for it though.” He shrugs as he slides his ring up and down his finger. “What did you do tonight?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, as if he was genuinely interested.

You didn’t know why you were smiling all over again, but you were. It might’ve been the alcohol but you weren’t sure how many things you could truthfully blame on a couple too many margaritas you had hours ago.

“Well, I ended up going to my room and passing out for a couple hours, then I woke up, got some food and came out here to enjoy the peace and quiet.”

“Oh, am I disturbing your peace right now?” He half-smirks, exposing one dimple.

You felt your cheeks practically burning and the steam from the jacuzzi wasn’t making it any better. You shook your head and looked down at the ring he was now twirling around.

“I’m okay with it.” You shrugged easily, doing your best to not let it show that you were feeling a little nervous all over again. Just like previously when the two of you were sitting on the edge of the pool, you couldn’t help it. Something about him had the capability to make your stomach erupt with those butterfly feelings everyone always claims, and you weren’t sure if you really liked it or not, but at the moment, you couldn’t fight against it.

The ring he was fidgeting with stilled for a second before he looked down at the ground, clearly trying to hide that wide smile you would’ve rather been shown.

“What about you?” You asked as you leaned back on your palms, attempting to keep the steam from engulfing your already heated skin. He looked up then, his eyes a little droopy but you couldn’t help but to find it cute. “How’d the show go?”

He started sliding that ring on and off different fingers as he spoke. “Pretty good. I mean, my back is killing me but other than that, I think it went pretty good.” He chuckles.

“So you’re the one that got your ass beat?” you teased, watching as his lips spread in a wider smile that he quickly brought his fist up to cover.

“I mean, maybe a little, yeah.” He nods, his laugh once again echoing around you, and something about it just must have been contagious, because your couldn’t help but to laugh with him.

“Well, i’m sure you’ll get ‘em next time.” You say as you look back down at the changing lights glowing against the stones of the jacuzzi. It grew silent between the two of you for a couple seconds, but only until the liquid courage he was enduring kept him feeling bold enough to talk a little more.

“So why are you here?” He asks, remembering you telling him you would only be staying at the hotel for two days. You look over at him, and he feels the need to clarify the question that he feels may have came out wrong. “I mean like- you said you were only here for two days, so are you on vacation or-?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to get out of town, really. I was getting tired of the same old stuff. I had a few days off so I thought it would be fun to just go somewhere else and pretend like I live a luxurious life.” You joked, and felt your cheeks burning once more when you made him laugh again.

“I mean, this is a pretty luxurious hotel.” He shrugs as he leans up and stretches his arms out. “My room came stocked with all the alcohol you can drink.”

“Mine too, but the frozen margaritas are my kryptonite.” You say, wishing you had one you could be sipping on just to calm to rushing nerves coursing heavily through you.

“I noticed.” He smirks, holding your stare for a few seconds longer before you were the one to have to break it first.

Just then, his phone rang in his pocket, and he took a minute to retrieve it before he answered. You could hear the deep voice of one of the guys you met earlier but you couldn’t make out what was being said.

“Yeah, yeah. Alright. Uh, nah i’m just gonna chill out here for a while I think. Alright bro, bye.”

He slid the phone back in his pocket and you were trying a little too hard to hide the velvet tinge across your cheeks at the fact that he wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

“Anthony.” He mutters as he shakes his head. “They’re tryna get me to come up and drink a bottle with them.”

“You don’t want to?” You asked, watching as he shrugged his shoulder and slightly shook his head.

“Nah, not really. Not up there, at least.” He then slips his arm through the strap of his backpack and pulls the bag around to his lap, unzipping it and pulling out a bottle with a grin.

“It’s not a frozen margarita, but if you want some you’re welcome to it.” He twists the cap off the bottle and takes a few sips before he extends it out to you.

You thought about it for a second, but not for very long before you grabbed it and held it out to see it better.

“Peach Crown?” You asked, “Never had it before.”

“It’s good.” he says as pulls his chair a tad bit closer.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You say before you take your first sip, followed by a couple more when you realized how smooth it went down.

You passed the bottle back to him and noticed the expectant look on his face. It was as if he was waiting to say he told you so.

“okay. yeah, It’s pretty good.” You admit. You feel his fingers brush over yours for a fraction of a second as he grabs the bottle from your hand and you were unsure why that slight and simple touch sent shivers cascading down your spine.

“I’m not even a big fan of sweet drinks but I tried this at the club and had to get a bottle.” He says before he takes a couple more sips and passes it back.

You grabbed the bottle again and tasted a hint of mint when you took your next sip, but the whisky washed it away before it got the chance linger against your tongue.

You heard him rummaging around in his bag again, this time pulling out a cream colored box and a lighter with some bold print across the side of it. He pulls a Black n Mild out of the box and places the plastic mouthpiece between his lips before he sparks the lighter and cups his hand around the flame.

His brows furrow as he lights the end of the cigar and inhales his first draw, exhaling a cloud of thick, gray smoke that has a slightly sweet tinge when it lingers around you.

“Wanna hit this?” He asks as you pass him the bottle back, and you had to admit you were a little bit tempted, but you declined for the simple fact that nicotine used to have a vice grip on you in college and the last thing you wanted was to spark an old flame that you probably won’t be able to burn out a second time.

You watched as he took one more rather large gulp and placed the bottle down between the two of you, and took a couple more hits from the cigar, blowing O’s above his head that stretched out the higher they got, until they completely faded away.

“My dad used to always do that.” You admitted all too easily for some weird reason, immediately shutting down the second the words slipped from your lips, because you never talked about that man to anyone.

“Mine still does.” He says as he stares up and watches the rings eventually fade into the darkness. Then he caught what you said fully and looked down at you.

“Oh, wait” he says as he attempts to read the look on your face. “What happened? He stopped smoking or something?”

You shook your head but shrugged your shoulder afterwards. “No, i’m pretty sure he still does. I just don’t see him anymore. But I remember when I was younger we’d sit out on the porch and he’d always blow those smoke rings.” You managed to chuckle even though speaking about the man in general made you want to completely close down.

Tyler stared at you for a few seconds, tapping his finger against the end of the cigar to ash it as he processed what you just said, and quite frankly, he was unsure what to say back.

You were quick to push the entire topic to the back burner as you grabbed the bottle sitting an arm length away and brought it back to your lips, this time tasting the pungent tobacco mixed with the sweet liquor. You set the bottle back down, pushing it a little closer his way and glanced up at him when you heard him speak again.

“How come you don’t see him anymore?” he asked, his voice a little softer spoken than it previously was.

You look down at the bottle, feeling like you’d need a couple more sips before you can even think about having a conversation pertaining to that, but you resist the urge to grab it again.

“A lot of reasons.” You shrug your shoulder, keeping your eyes on the amber liquid. “Mainly him just not wanting anything to do with any of the kids he has.” You chuckle coldly, shaking your head. “But it’s fine, cause in all reality, it’s for the best. All he’s ever done is hurt me so i’ve pretty much accepted the fact that I just don’t need to allow him in my life.”

You felt the weird feeling of a heavy weight being lifted off of you, as if there was a constant pressure weighing down on you but you never noticed it until it miraculously vanished.

Tyler let your words resonate with him for a minute, and even though he was pretty drunk, he still managed to comprehend everything you said. He couldn’t deny that it sounded sad to him, and he could see that talking about it visibly brought a deep pain to the surface for you, and he didn’t want to bring you down by making you tell him about something that clearly hurt you.

Truthfully, he was just curious about you. He didn’t know why, but right from the start earlier that day when he had that first initial run in with you, something about you instantly intrigued him, and it was beyond the range of just your physical appearance, even though he couldn’t deny that he was immediately attracted to you the second he got a good look at you for the first time.

Still, there was something else about you that he felt compelled to dive deeper into. He thought about you a couple different times after he left the pool. Once before his match as he was getting his wrists taped up. Once after his match when he was scanning the sea of faces in the crowd. Twice at the club when he remembered you getting interrupted in the middle of telling him where some good places to go were. And once more when he and the guys made it back to the hotel and he couldn’t help but wonder if, by some unlikely chance, you’d be sitting where he left you hours prior.

“I’m sorry that things have to be that way, but I understand it. I’ve had to cut off people I care about for my own wellbeing too. It sucks to have to do that, but sometimes it’s the best thing you can do for yourself.”

You found yourself a little taken back that he wasn’t saying the things it seemed like everyone else ever did. How you should let the past go and give your dad another chance. Your father is always your father no matter what. Don’t hold a grudge forever, etc.

You simply nodded because you weren’t sure what else you could really say, but you could see that there was a mutual understanding and it made you a lot less regretful about opening up to someone you barely knew.

“What about your mom?” He asks, and really it was more of him blurting that out, but he couldn’t help it because genuinely, he was just curious about what made you, you.

“I love my mom.” You found yourself smiling without realizing it, and the way your eyes lit up brought a slight smile to his face, too.

“She’s honestly the strongest woman i’ve ever known. She went through a lot with my dad. Raised three kids all on her own and always made a way no matter how impossible it seemed. I admire her, honestly.”

You looked back up at the stars, finding yourself wondering what your mom might be up to, and making a mental note to call her in the morning.

“What about your parents?” You asked him after a moment. “What are they like?”

You looked back over at him, catching his soft gaze before he adverts his eyes to the rolling water you just pulled your legs out of.

“They’re my role models, honestly.” He grins as he keeps his sights set on the changing lights. “My mom is just, all around an amazing woman. My dad is probably the best friend i’ve ever had. Im really thankful to have the parents I got.”

He feels the slightest sting when he says that, knowing that you evidently didn’t have what he has, but when he looks back at you, all he sees is a soft smile gracing your lips.

“That’s amazing.” You softly spoke, and he simply nods back before he takes another draw from the black n mild.

“Do you have any siblings?” You decided to ask, thinking about your brother and sister that happened to come to mind.

“Nah, it’s just me, actually. I’ve always wanted some though. Always wanted a little brother cause I just thought it would be cool, but my parents never had another one.” He shrugs. “What about you?”

“I have a little sister, a little brother, and apparently a couple more siblings i’ve never met.” You chuckle as you shake your head. “But my brother and my sister are the ones I grew up with. I was always the oldest so, I don’t know, I guess that’s why I have such a strong bond with them. My dad has more kids with other women, but like I said, i’ve never met them. I’d like to, but I probably never will.”

Tyler nodded along as he listened, his eyes trained on the concrete underneath his feet.

“Wow” you shake your head, “That drink must have some truth serum in it or something. I never really talk about stuff like this.” You managed to laugh it off, but you were a little surprised at yourself for opening up to this man so effortlessly when it usually took you a minimum of a few years to tell anyone anything deeply personal about you.

“I don’t either.” You heard him say.

He then reached down and grabbed the bottle, holding it as he stood up and took a couple steps towards you. he sat down next to you, stretching out one of his legs and bending the other at the knee as he leaned back on one hand, and sipped the bottle with the other one.

His shoulder brushed yours and you couldn’t help but to feel those nerves wracking around inside all over again, but you tried to mask that with another gulp of that liquid poison when he handed it over to you.

By this point the two of you had finished half of that bottle and needless to say, you were feeling the effects more than you might’ve realized at first.

You looked over at him as you passed the bottle back, taking notice of his defined jaw that looked like it could slice through anything that comes in contact with it.

He was about to take another sip before he caught you staring, turning to face you with even droopier eyes and that same, relaxed half-smirk.

“What are you thinking about right now?” He caught you off guard when he asked you that, and truthfully you didn’t have very many thoughts running through your mind for once. You were too distracted by his features to really process anything else, but of course you weren’t about to tell him that.

He placed the cigar between his lips and squinted one eye when the smoke sifted near it, inhaling another smoke filled draw into his lungs before he turned his head away to exhale it all. Then he looked back at you, waiting for your answer with a slight gleam in his low eyes.

“I’m not really thinking about anything, surprisingly.” You tell him, catching the exact moment that his eyes linger to your lips and he involuntarily slides his tongue over his own. You felt a trillion little fires blazing beneath your cheeks, a bit of an excited feeling spouting through you, mixed with sudden and complete nervousness all at the same time.

This time, you couldn’t blame it on the liquor. You may be drunkenly consumed by the remnants of the margarita and the fresh course of the peach crown, but everything you were feeling so intensely had nothing to do with any of that. It was all him, and the way your heart skipped two beats when he looked into your eyes again, only solidified that.

“What are you thinking right now?” You asked him, voice a bit shaky but you hoped he didn’t notice.

He tilted his head to the side slightly before you heard the bottle being placed down next to him. His eyes flashed to your lips once again before they roamed back up to match your suddenly wanting gaze, and that’s when he turned his head and put the cigar out against the concrete, before he turned back to face you.

“I’d rather show you.” His voice was suddenly raspier and it could’ve been the harsh tobacco and the liquor, but something made you think it was a little more than just that.

You felt your heart on the verge of imploding in your chest, thumping rapidly against your rib cage, so much so that you could only hear the pulsations pounding in your ears.

But the second he leaned a little closer, and you met him halfway, your lips collided all too easily and suddenly, all of the rapid beatings from your racing pulse were instantly washed away.

You melted beneath his touch the second his lips landed on yours. His hand, calloused and edged, was somehow so gentle against your cheek as his thumb slowly stroked over your skin. The taste of the liquor you’d both been drinking, mixed with the tart tobacco and still just the faintest hint of mint, embedded in your tongue when your lips parted and allowed him in.

The slightest moan you didn’t realize you let out made him smile against you, and the second you felt his lips slipping away, you chased his kiss like you needed it to survive.

It was a game of push and pull, but the two of you couldn’t seem to let your lips detach for even a fraction of a second. It was all consuming, leaving you feeling lightheaded but you couldn’t bare to put a stop to it, until the both of you were completely out of breath and had no other choice but to break away for air.

You left his lips puffy and tinged red and he left yours kiss-bitten and only yearning for more. His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip once before his fingers tangled up in your hair and he pulled you right back in.

So lost in the heat of the moment, spinning out of control in one of the best ways possible, you ended up getting pulled on top of him, straddling his waist with your arms locked around the back of his neck.

He leaned back slightly, his palms roaming up your sides, around your back and down to your hips. You felt his fingertips sliding beneath the end of your shirt, and everywhere he touched simply struck a blaze beneath your skin.

He pulled back slightly, his lips barely grazing yours as he fluttered his eyes open and waited for you to do the same. You caught his gaze and the undeniable gleam dancing in his dark eyes, something that made you want to immediately pursue anything he might’ve had his mind set on.

“Tell me something nobody knows about you.” He mutters breathily, sliding his hands fully beneath your shirt to caress your sides.

You eyed him for a moment, biting down on your bottom lip without realizing it, maybe just trying to feel the friction he took away.

“Something nobody knows?” You asked, subconsciously twirling the ends of his hair between your fingers as you put some thought into it. He kept roaming his hands up and down your sides, your smoothed skin was a beautiful comparison to his tougher palms and one jagged fingernail that scraped against you.

“I’m scared of snakes.” You shrugged, but he only smirked and shook his head at you.

“Everyone is. Something deeper than that.”

You pulled back a tad bit, your eyes lingering down to his puffed lips that you were dying to get another taste of.

“I-“ you hesitated, and he could see it immediately.

“Tell me.” He gently urged, rubbing his thumbs back and to against your hips. You looked into his eyes, that intense, strong gaze unwavering when you caught it again.

Suddenly, for some strange reason, it was all too easy to admit something you’d never told anyone, and never planned to in your entire life.

“I have a scar on my thigh from my ex boyfriend pushing me down some stairs when I was in high school, and it’s pretty noticeable, but i’ve never told anyone where it came from because- I don’t know, honestly. I just, i’ve never told anyone what happened. I just said I fell.”

Once again, there was that strange feeling of an immense weight feeling like it had been lifted right off of your chest, and maybe all you needed to do was open up to people a little more instead of keeping a brick wall built around your heart, but up until Tyler, that was never possible for you.

His jaw throbbed twice before his eyes adverted down for a second, then back up. You could easily see the shift. The blackest of hues casted over them.

“Can I see it.” He whispered, and suddenly you felt like closing yourself off once again. He could tell that you were apprehensive, which was why he added, “Please?” as he rubbed small circles against your skin.

You took a moment before you leaned back a little, pulling your shorts up just a tad to expose the embedded scar you always carefully hid, traced high up against your skin.

He looked down, taking in the look of the faded yet deep indentation, clenching his teeth hard behind his lips.

“Needed nineteen stitches.” You mutter as you slide your finger over the jagged line. It still makes you cringe just to touch.

Tyler slides his hand out from underneath your shirt and brings it down to your thigh, his fingertip delicately tracing over that wound once before he looks back up into your eyes again, this time with a sharper stare that could slice right through you.

“He should’ve got his ass beat for that” His gravely voice suddenly feels like it has the power to physically shake you.

“He didn’t, but I did leave him.” You say back, watching as he nods and slides his hand back underneath your shirt, roaming it up to the middle of your back before he pulls you closer.

“Good.” He mutters before he leans in and locks his lips with yours, once again making you melt into him for the second time, and hopefully not the last.

You felt his fingertips graze underneath the thin strap of your bathing suit you’d yet to change out of, the moment suddenly escalating into something so breathtakingly intense.

His tongue explored every square inch of your mouth, leaving the taste of him lingering. That mix of heavy tobacco, peach and mint you knew you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.

But just then, his phone rang in his pocket, and he stilled as soon as he heard it, debating whether he should let it go or at least see who it was calling.

His hand slipped away from your skin and you missed it there immensely, almost immediately. He dug around in his pocket and pulled the phone out, chasing your lips one last time before he completely detached to look down at who’s name might’ve been floating on his screen.

He sighed before he answered, holding the phone up to his ear, and this time, you were close enough to hear the conversation.

“Yeah?” He bit out with an annoyed tone, which only made a bashful grin play on your face. You leaned back a little and looked at him, taking the moment to really study his features, even if your vision was a little blurred and the lighting around the pool area was barely illuminating anything.

Your fingers absentmindedly twirled some loose ends of his hair as you watched his lips move when he spoke.

“Nah, I’m not. I’m out by the pool right now-“

Just then you heard the voice on the other end of the line say your name and something incomprehensible after that. Tyler rolled his eyes, his shoulders stiffening a little bit as he leaned back a bit and discreetly turned the volume down.

“Stop.” He cut in, his voice suddenly demanding. You felt his fingers grazing your skin with his freehand, and he didn’t realize he was doing it.

“I don’t know yet. Later.” He shrugs one shoulder as he speaks back into the phone, growing increasingly impatient by the passing second.

You could hear a couple laughs by various voices rumbling through the speaker, but that’s when Tyler hung up the phone and silenced it before he laid it down next to him.

You tilted your head to the side, your curiosity undoubtedly piqued and proceeded to ask him, “What was that about?”

He shook his head and placed his hand on your thigh firmly as he leaned up some. “Just my friends being aggravating, it’s nothin.” He says as he roams that hand a little higher.

You only nodded, your eyes glancing back down to those swollen lips you just couldn’t seem to get enough of. You leaned back into him and he met your kiss halfway once again, but it was short-lived when he pulled back, out of nowhere, his eyes filled with something you deemed unfamiliar and rather unreadable.

His lips parted but he didn’t speak for a moment, trying to find the right words. Truthfully, he was nervous to ask, because he didn’t know if he was about to ruin the moment or exemplify the passions of it, and the last thing he wanted to do was give you the wrong impression of him.

He inhaled a slow breath before he finally let the words out, feeling his hands start to get clammy against your skin.

“I know we just met, and this is all kind of going fast, but I’m okay with it… if you are?”

You felt the air get caught in your lungs, blinking twice as you realized what might be about to happen next.

His nervous antics caused his fingers to fidget a little and you felt that against your back. He desperately awaited your response as he stared solely into your eyes, showing nothing but pure urgency for you, and anxiousness mixed in with it.

You felt your heart beginning to hammer in your chest again, bringing back those violent pulsations to pound in your ears and at this point you were fairly certain he’d be able to hear it himself.

All you could do was attempt to calm yourself but there was hardly any use to that, and instead of giving him a straight forward answer like he was waiting for, all you did was pull yourself off of him, and he watched you intently as you stood up and slipped your shirt over your head, and your shorts down to your ankles before you stepped out of them.

He’d already seen you in that bathing suit but it was different this time. His eyes roamed down to admire every curve and crevice your body had to offer, shamelessly stopping to take in specific parts of you that he could pinpoint as his favorites immediately.

You kept your eyes on him as you took a step back and stepped down into the shallow, heated water, that you already knew wasn’t going to help your case when your skin already felt like it was set ablaze, and all due to his simplest touches.

He never took his eyes off of you as he followed your lead, standing up and pulling that hoodie, along with an undershirt over his head, exposing those sharp abs and a series of tattoos you wanted to know the meaning behind.

You lowered yourself until the water rested at your shoulders and waited for him to join you. He pulled his joggers down, already had swimming trunks on and you couldn’t help but to smirk when you noticed that.

“Did you have this all planned out?” You asked as you motion over the trunks that sat dangerously low around his hips.

“I planned to come out here.” He says as he takes a step down into the water. “Didn’t think i’d be lucky enough to see you again, though.” He says as he lowers himself down. The water stopped halfway up his chest, his skin fusing red from the heat, but neither of you minded it.

He reached back and picked up that bottle that was long forgotten by you, taking a few sips before he handed it over.

“Might as well finish what we started.” He shrugs, referring to the rest of the liquor filling only a quarter of that glass bottle.

You grabbed it from him and took two sips, and he found it a little fascinating how you never winced when the poison hit your throat.

When you passed it back to him, he placed it back down on the edge of the jacuzzi and brought his arm up to rest lazily behind you.

The liquor was the only reason why you weren’t a complete mess. Somehow you managed to steady your thundering heart and the knots in your stomach were only barely noticeable by that point, and all you felt were tingles skating through your whole body. Like an unspoken plea for his touch that your skin craved, but your lips didn’t speak.

You turned your head to look at him, and he was already staring back at you with a crooked smirk and that knee-weakening dimple embedded in his cheek. He had a bit of a deeper, rosier tinge casted over his skin, mixed with that glint in his eye that you couldn’t miss even if you tried to.

“I enjoy talking to you.” He says as his fingers play with the ends of your hair that falls over your shoulder. “You’re very enjoyable to talk to.” He adds, earning a chuckle to slip past your lips and his. It was obvious that the alcohol had sunk in judging by the goofy grin he had and the way his words were a bit slurred, but it was the same for you.

“You think you’d say that if you were sober right now?” You quirked a brow at him.

“I know I would.” He says with a reassuring nod. “Just cause i’m drinking doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about right now. I mean everything i’m saying to you. I don’t usually, like, open up to people I just met, believe it or not. But it’s… it’s just easy to do with you.”

You felt your lips sliding up into another smile, probably for the hundredth time that night.

“I feel the same way with you. I mean, I told you something i’ve never told anybody else before. So, if that doesn’t say something, I don’t really know what will.”

“Says a whole lot.” He smirks, his eyes involuntarily flickering down to your lips all over again, and you knew in that moment that you were done talking when you subconsciously leaned in towards each other.

His kiss might end up being your biggest weakness from that point on. You just knew that when you inevitably part ways, you were going to be craving the feeling he so effortlessly gave you.

He was trying not to worry about the fact that the time was so limited. All he wanted to was to savor every last second he gets to have with you. Everything else just simply wasn’t on his mind anymore.

You found yourself back on top of him, this time with very little clothing in between. Your hands roamed over his chest, fingertips trailing through the patches of hair that made a path from the middle of his chest, down his torso until it disappeared beneath his trunks.

A low groan reverberated through his throat when you slightly ground down against him, feeling the hard bulge beneath the thin fabric that he was ready to rip right off.

You felt his hand snake around from your lower back to your hip, before his fingers dipped underneath the band of your bathing suit bottoms, eliciting a gasp the second you felt the pad of his middle finger graze over your throbbing clit.

He leaned in more to lock his lips with yours again as he swirled that finger fluidly, reveling in the mix of breathy sighs and sweet, low moans that slipped past your lips and got trapped somewhere within him.

His tongue slid around yours, and that particular flavor made itself at home when it sunk into your tastebuds.

The circular motions of just that single finger had your entire body buzzing. Your nails dug down into his shoulders and you felt the thick band of muscle flex when he felt the sting, but he didn’t stop you, nor did he want to.

“You wanna go up to my room?” He mutters against your lips as he quickens the pace. You had to take a minute to collect yourself just enough to be able to respond to him, and that only happened when he slowed down those circular motions to give you a chance to speak properly.

You shook your head, and he pulled back to look at you with a bit of a confused look crossing his face.

“Don’t wanna go anywhere. I wanna do this right here.” You breathed out, and it was evident that he was a little taken back by that.

He eyed you for a second before he glanced over both of his shoulders. There was nobody around, most of the room lights were turned off that he could see by the windows, and granted the two of you had been out there for quite a while without anybody else intruding.

“That’s a little risky.” He says, but he smirks right after, and you could see the gleam sparking in his eyes when the thrill of possibly getting caught red handed took over him, too.

“I’m willing to take a risk tonight if you are.” You whisper back, sliding your tongue over your lips before you lean back into him, catching his kiss before he has a chance to speak.

His answer was given to you when you felt him pull the string of your bikini that was tied against your hip. The fabric melted off the right side of you before he reached down and pulled the other one, leaving you completely bare underneath the boiling water.

He kept his lips locked with yours, his tongue never getting tired of exploring each and every inch within your mouth as he lifted up just a little to pull his trunks down enough.

When there was no clothing keeping the two of you separated under the water, you felt a rush of nerves jolting through you. It suddenly became more than a heavy make out when your bodies collided.

You pulled back from his lips, inhaling the much needed oxygen that suddenly felt a little bit suffocating, and he kept his eyes trained intently on you as he stilled every single movement.

“We can slow down.” He whispers breathily, but you shake your head almost too abruptly.

“No, it’s not that. it’s just, I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me either. I don’t, honestly, I don’t ever do this. I just want you to know that.”

“I already knew that.” He softly whispers back. “I could tell. And, you might not believe this, but I don’t ever do these types of things either.”

You didn’t believe him as much as he probably believed you, but you didn’t want to waste what little time you had questioning whether or not he was being completely honest with you.

“You didn’t give me a bad impression of you. Not at all. Why do you think I came back out here tonight?”

“Cause you wanted to sit by the pool, I thought?”

“The only reason I wanted to do that was because I was hoping i’d see you out here again.” He admits, making your heart skip at least three beats.

“I’m glad you did.” You beam before the temptations get the best of you all over again. You lean back into him, latching your lips with his for what felt like the millionth time, but you weren’t even close to getting tired of it.

That kiss certainly, and suddenly escalated into something so much more when he reached down and grabbed himself, positioning so that he could easily push up into you.

But before he did that, he made it a point to pull back one last time, catching your eyes when they fluttered open.

“Are you positive you wanna do this?” He asks, his voice has a whole new edge to it, exemplifying how serious he was about the simple question.

You nodded easily before you said, “positive”, and that’s when his eyes scanned yours, searching for the faintest hint of dishonesty, but he found none at all.

He nodded once before you felt his tip at your entrance, and you braced yourself for what was to come next.

He kept his dark eyes focused on you as he slowly angled his hips upwards, pushing himself in just a little at a time.

Your brows knitted together the moment you felt him stretching you out, and he could tell by the way your walls were clamping down around him, that it had probably been a while since you’ve done this with anybody else.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” He mutters, trying and failing to keep his voice steady and strong, because the immaculate feeling you were giving him was already sending him off to a euphoric planet.

You grasped his strong shoulders and lowered yourself down, pushing him in even more. The searing, stinging pain quickly faded away once you completely accepted every inch of him. He was certainly bigger than anyone else had been before him, and somehow he could already tell that, and he’d be lying right through his teeth if he said that didn’t stroke his ego a little bit.

He held his hips still until he felt you relax. He let you take the lead, simply because he didn’t want to be too overwhelming.

Once you starting rocking your hips, his eyes immediately rolled back. The way your tight walls clutched him could’ve very well became a new addiction that he wouldn’t know how to overcome anytime soon.

You bit down on your lower lip to attempt to keep your moans at a minimum as you swayed back and to, causing waves in the rolling water that splashed up to the surface over and over again.

He felt beads of sweat sliding down his temple, tasted some saltiness on his lips, too. He didn’t realize how worked up he really was until he was fighting with all his might not to grab your hips and mercilessly fuck into you.

He watched as you took all of him better than it seemed like you were going to at first. You somehow knew exactly what to do to feel him as deep as he could possibly go, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, and he found himself completely adoring the fact that you were using his body to your advantage.

Your head tipped back the moment he thrusted his hips up, hitting a spot that you never knew you had, that made an immediate wave of warm tingles course through your veins.

He wrapped both arms around your lower back and pulled you flush against him, finding your lips and captivating them with his own.

He slowly angled his hips back and to, loving the sounds that slipped through your lips with each gentle thrust.

Your nails left half-moon indentations in his shoulders, and they’d probably end up being there for a couple days after.

You were beginning to feel your head spin out of control again, but all you did was embrace that wildly unstoppable feeling with everything you had, and all he did was enhance it each time you felt his tongue glide across your lips, and his breathy groans get lost within your mouth.

The passions were running deeper than either of you could’ve ever braced yourselves for. Your bodies were intuitively connected, moving in perfect rhythm, complete harmony.

You’d never felt more in tune with anyone else before in your life, and he’d never felt more encapsulated by anybody he’d ever been with before.

He started thrusting faster when he picked up on the signs you gave him. You could hardly keep your composure when you felt him repeatedly pounding into you, knocking against your sweet spot perfectly.

Your knees started to ache as they bared down into the step of the jacuzzi, your thighs burning from how far they were spread apart, but neither of those feelings mattered enough in that moment.

All you were focused on was what Tyler was doing to you. The riveting sensations that overpowered your buzzing body. The way his low, deep groans made you clench down around him. His arms wrapped tightly around your back as he rocked up into you.

You had to press your lips against his shoulder to muffle the unfaltering moans, and he held you tighter before he picked up the pace once more.

His lips placed a few loose kisses to your neck as he pushed himself in and out of you with a force that made waves arise in all different directions.

The sounds of the water splashing against the tile, breathy sighs, groans and muffled moans were all that the two of you could hear.

He felt you pulsate around him again, a couple high moans escaping from his shoulder and you couldn’t help it. Your eyes screwed shut as you clinged to him, drawing small traces of blood where your nails dug down, but he wouldn’t have minded it either way.

He heard his name slip past your lips before you even realized you said it, and he couldn’t help the feelings that gave him.

A mix of incomprehensible cries of pure pleasure lingered around you both and he wasn’t worried about the sounds any longer when he knew you were so close to that earth-shattering orgasm he was aiming to give you.

He kept his thrusts strong and steady even when he felt like his knees were becoming too weak. His brows furrowed in complete concentration as he kept trying to hold back until he felt you release around him.

He leaned back and turned his head to the side, waiting for you to look back at him, and when you did, you could see the dazed and blissed out look in his low, faded eyes.

His puffed lips were parted, some slick ends of his hair cling to the sides of his face, brows furrowed intently and he looked like the epitome perfection in your eyes for everything you ever knew it to be.

You couldn’t help but to catch his lips once more, completely allowing any and all the sounds that he pulled from you to get lost within him.

His arms tightened around you again, your chest flush with his and tongues at war for the umpteenth time that night, until he felt your body shudder and your mouth fall open, breaking that heated kiss the second you felt that high crash into you with a force that nearly made you tremble.

He leaned back to watch you, finding you somehow even more beautiful than he already thought you were. Your head tipped back as you welcomed that all consuming rush that found home in your veins and spread rapidly through every last inch of you.

His name once again flew past your lips and that’s when his hips stuttered, and one drawn out, low groan escaped his lips as his head tipped back and his and your releases mixed within you.

Your eyes rolled the moment you felt him fill you, the warmth engulfing you as it took over.

You peered your eyes open and saw the hazy blur of the stars above, though a couple of them probably weren’t actually there in the first place.

He picked his head back up and watched as you came down from that high he was quite proud about giving you. Both of your chests were heaving deeply, heavy breaths emitting past your lips and his, and the moment you locked eyes again, there was a brief pause in the quick rhythm of your racing heart.

His pupils were dilated, matching the moon above as he looked back at you, lips practically bruised by this point and cheeks far deeper than just a rosy hue.

He slid his tongue between his lips before he slowly pulled himself out of you, and you had to admit that you missed the feeling of him stretching you out immediately.

“I, uh-“ he stammers as he pulls his trunks back up, and you take that as your sign to reach behind him and grab the other half of your two-piece and assemble it back in place.

“I came in you.” He says as he eyes you worriedly. “I shouldn’t have, I mean, I should’ve pulled out. Right?”

What you didn’t know, was that it was the first time he’d done that before. Usually he wore a condom and then he didn’t have to pull out of whoever he happened to be with, but most times he would just let them swallow it. He never even thought about fucking someone else completely raw with the intentions to do what he just did.

“I’m on birth control.” You tell him as you tie the strings against your hips. “But yeah, I mean, what if I wasn’t, right?”

“But you are?” He asks to be sure, and you nod back. You could visibly see the relief that washes over his face, but he’s still perplexed over the fact that he didn’t even try to pull out of you. He didn’t know what came over him, or how he had gotten so caught up in the moment that he completely disregarded the rules he always strictly follows.

“Alright.” He says as he places his hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs over your skin gently.

“Come here.” He mumbles before he wraps his arms around your back and pulls you into him, holding you tight against his chest as he takes a moment to endure everything that his heart was feeling and his mind was thinking.

You laid your cheek against his shoulder and held him back, feeling his steady heartbeat thump against your chest.

Even though the two of you had just done so much more, that simple embrace felt like it was on the higher scales of intimacy. You didn’t know what exactly you expected, but it wasn’t to be wrapped up in his arms.

You felt your heart fluttering, and a doomed feeling eased it’s way in. You knew right then and there that you were going to be thinking about this man for far too long after you both inevitably say your goodbyes, and it was going to hurt worse than hell.

Thats when those thoughts started seeping in for you, and unknowingly to you, for him too. He was wondering what he should try to do to stay in touch with you, or if that was even something you wanted from him. He was thinking about how he probably just fucked himself thoroughly, because he had completely gave into his temptations that all revolved around you.

He doesn’t regret a moment, but he’s already dreading what it’s about to be like when you both leave.

He didn’t know how to go about anything else. He didn’t come there expecting to meet someone he had an instantaneous connection with like nobody he’d ever met before. He couldn’t help that he just wanted to hold onto you for as long as he could in the short time he and you both had left at that hotel.

But all those worrisome thoughts suddenly vanished when you pulled yourself up and looked into his eyes. All he was focused on then, was you. And undoubtedly it would probably be that way from there on out.

“Tyler” you whispered his name in a different way. A way that made his stomach immediately drop. A way that sounded like regret to him.

“Yeah?” He swallowed thickly, doing his best not to let his rampant emotions get the better of him.

You shy away from his intense gaze and he wished you wouldn’t have done that. He dips his head to catch your eyes again and hopes you’ll hold it.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice suddenly softer, a little shakier, even.

You were afraid to say what you were thinking, as was he. You knew things were happening so fast that it was almost impossible to process it all, but the only thing you knew for certain was that there was no solid ending in sight for what that night had mounted into.

“I just-“ You began, but you found it so hard to muster the words when he was staring at you with so much intensity, so much underlying emotion that he didn’t know how to hide.

“I don’t know what you expect out of this, or if you even expect anything at all… but I don’t know how well I can take it if we leave here and I just never hear from you again.” You admitted, only due to the liquid courage and little bouts of confidence from your previous moments shared together.

His lips parted but he didn’t speak. He realized then that everything he was feeling, was everything you were feeling, and it took him by surprise to say the very least.

“I’ve never been a one night stand type of girl.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulder. “And I don’t ever want to be that. I’m not asking for a relationship with you, or any kind of commitment, but just- I don’t know if I could handle it if you just ghosted me after all of this.”

He held onto every last word you said. He wasn’t completely sure what to say back, because he could tell that you were far better than he could ever dream of being when it comes to expressing your thoughts and your emotions, but he relied more on actions than anything else.

He slipped his ring off of his finger from behind your back and held it out for you. You glanced down at it, brows knitting in confusion before you looked back into his eyes.

“Can you hold onto this for me?” He asks, holding that silver ring between two fingers. “I’ll keep coming back for it, as long as you have it.”

You felt your lips slip up into and effortless smile that brought one to his face too. You took the ring and slid it down two different fingers, but it was too big for either of them, so you reached up and unclasped the necklace you always wore, one that your mom gifted to you years and years ago, and slid the chain through the ring before you clasped it back around your neck.

Tyler stared at it as it sat perfectly against your chest. It was almost like you accepting that ring was the solid reassurance he needed.

“I can’t promise you much. The life I live right now doesn’t really allow time for me to have relationships or, anything at all, really. But I promise that as long as you’re wearing my ring around your neck like that, I’ll keep coming back.”

You nodded, holding out your pinky finger to really seal the deal. He glanced down and let a boyish grin slip across his lips before he wrapped his own pinky around yours and shook it.

“Cross my heart.” he says, staring deep into your eyes to insure that you hear and believe him.

“And as long as you keep coming back, i’ll be wearing this ring around my neck. Cross mine.” You tell him before your pinkies unlock and your lips do instead.

———-

part 2 coming soon babes! lemme know if you wanna be tagged 🤍🤍

[ilovepedro]

Deja Vú | javier peña x f!reader

Summary: You and Javier, your best friend and neighbor, have been hooking up for a while now. He’s infiltrated your daily life, lingering in your thoughts, seeing him everywhere - you’re unable to function without him crossing your mind. However, nothing has been exclusively established by you two. At least not until shit hits the fan when the two of you go on dates with other people. Will things between you and Javier turn into something more?

Word count: tbd (it’ll probs be long i can’t control myself)

Rating: 18+ MDNI (All ageless blogs will be blocked.)

Series warnings: friends with benefits, friends to lovers, lil bit of enemies to lovers at some point, idiots in love, miscommunication trope, flirting, mutual pining, some angst, Javi is a fucking idiot bc he is a man, jealous!Javi, possessive!Javi, protected and unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), fingering, oral (f receiving), spanking, some ass play, creampie, aftercare, reader speaks and understands Spanish, reader is female and has hair you can pull but has no other physical descriptions, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, translations will be available at the end of each chapter.

A/N: Mood board does not depict reader, she is completely faceless through and through. This is loosely based off Deja Vú by Beyoncé because how could i, Nini, not write a fic based off of a Bey song??? if y’all don’t know me, i am Beyhive 4L 🤞🏼i was listening to B’day and it’s so Javi coded to me, it’s crazy

Divider by @saradika

Full series here! 🫶🏼

As promised, my lil 200 followers celebration (and my WIP Wednesday) so, snippet under the cut!

You shut the door before he can answer, huffing out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in, and lean against it. What a long fucking night. Padding into the bathroom, you remove your makeup and sigh into your towel. You stare at yourself in the mirror and bite back tears.

Shaking your head, you will yourself not to cry - refusing to shed tears for him. You walk out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from one of the cabinets. Opening the fridge, you reach for the open bottle of wine. Sighing, as you’re reminded of Javi, having shared the bottle with him after a hookup a few days ago. 

You fill your glass to the brim and chug half of it, slamming down the glass on the countertop. You drag your feet towards the living room, plopping down on the couch. Your head hangs in your hands as you curl into a ball.

“Javi!” You perk up at the sound of a woman calling his name. Rising from the couch, you press your ear against the thin wall that separates yours and Javi’s apartments. “Sí, Javi, sí!” Your brain is short-circuiting as you hear her moan Javi’s name. You can’t help but let your jaw fall open, shocked that he’d be so bold to rub this in your face. Tears of anger and heartache well in your eyes. You attempt to storm off until you hear your name.

A man screaming your name - Javi screaming your name. Everything goes silent. Your ears are ringing and your body is hot, flooding with emotions as your head spins. There’s no way any of this is happening.

Suddenly, you hear shuffling and shouting from outside. Running to peer out of the small peephole at the top of your front door, your jaw drops again at the scene playing out in front of you. Cassandra, the woman from earlier in the night, is fixing her clothes while screaming at a shirtless Javi in the hallway.

i’m excited for this one! it’s like seeing the novelas in my head come to life on the page lol this is very self-indulgent for me

some moot/npt tags: @joelsgreys @nostalxgic @party-hearses @daydreamingmiller @tinygarbage @bastardmandennis @javierpena-inatacvest @amanitacowboy @undrthelights @gracieheartsspedro 🩷

ty @mandoisapunk @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @jenispunk for the wip wednesday tags <333

[atomicami]

overnight sensation. (smau)

✧ character intro: core four

dina x latina masc!reader

✧ summary: in which dina, a small town artist struggling to get her name out there, is set up to work on a song with you, a trap artist from the city who’s progressively becoming more famous each day. despite you and dina having distinct tastes in music, you both make an attempt to form a song together… and maybe a little more than that

overnight sensation masterlist

✧ author’s note: hi everyone! so the idea to create this fic came up in my head one day and i’ve really needed to get it out of my system so…here we are. i also wanted to mention that the reader is latina coded in this! i doubt this fic is going to get any recognition because it’s not abby or ellie but like i said at this point i’m just posting it to get this idea out of my system. however, i’ve made a lot of visuals so far so i hope that makes up for it 🙏🏻 to all my dina lovers out there, this one’s for you.

as of now, we have four main characters in this fic. i know people usually incorporate additional characters too but since this is my first smau series i thought i’d keep it simple.

so aside from reader there’s dina of course, and there’s also jesse and manny who are dina and reader’s producers. and i know it’s unusual to implement manny as a character but the reason why i added him is literally because as long as i’m aware he’s like the only hispanic character in the game LOL but rest assured he’s not a bad character in this fic. you won’t even notice he’s there i promise!!

i don’t have a lot of people on board with me posting this other than my mutuals, but i wanted to thank these two amazing writers and their works that gave me the inspiration to make this fic:

✧ @spaceshipellie for her dina x masc!reader fics (and for responding to my anon post a while back)

✧ @phantombriide’s smau fic ‘and i love her’, by far one of my favorites out there!

i also have to say this fic has by far been the one that i have spent the most time and effort in making out of all of my works, so if y’all enjoy it please like and reblog!! i’ve been working really hard on it this past month so it truly means a lot to me 🤍

with that being said, here is the character intro for overnight sensation:

tags 🏷️: @ourautumn86 @abbyscherry @bababaka @zombholic @aouiaa @whore4abby @lunawonie

let me know if you’d like to be tagged as well!!

(might delete this if it flops though idk)

[chrollohearttags]

𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇 • 𝕰. 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗: chapter five

synopsis: after (Y/N) decides to take a job for the talent agency, starring in a music video, she finds herself motivated to conquer more goals. Especially following the steamy phone call with EJ. Meanwhile, the rest of her team and Eren are left with mixed feelings for their own personal reasons. Forced into rest by his manager, the rapper is left with much to contemplate and how he wants to proceed with this growing bond. Deciding he was tired of seeing his friend depressed, Armin makes a surprise visit to get his spirits up but what exactly does he have in mind and will Eren even want to continue his ties with (y/n) once he gets in his ear?

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cw: sexual content, language warning, weed use, mentions of nudity, strip club and alcohol mentions, slight mentions of sadness

wc: 6.5K

📝: it took me forever and fifteen days but damnit, I was going to get this out to y’all! I’m so sorry it took so long but I promise next chapter will make up for it! 🫶🏾

“You have a beautiful woman, practically throwing the pussy at you and you’re sitting here, trying to rationalize it? Dude, just go be with her. Before somebody else does.”

ocean drive, Miami Beach, Florida: Jaeger Residence

a beautiful late afternoon like any other in the ever so sunny city was starting off great..the infamous Jaeger residence was quiet as ever. Birds chirping, wind blowing and palm trees swaying over the three story mansion of the famed rapper. His day? Began just like any other..waking up, brushing his teeth, heading for his morning workout and then inside again for a shower. He grabbed some breakfast and then headed out back to the pool to enjoy his first blunt. Peaceful and uneventful, like he preferred..however, there was one issue: “God, I can’t take this!” Shouting from his elongated lawn chair, overlooking the crystalline pool waters as he sunbathed. “This is so fucking boring! How am I supposed to do this shit for two weeks?”

frustrated and obviously in a huff, Eren squirmed around in his seat, kicking his feet like a petulant child. What reason did he have to be behaving this way? Well, it was simple: he was put on leave by his demon of a manager and told simply that if he even so much as stepped foot inside of a studio, she’d break his legs. And oddly enough, he believed her so now, he was forced to enjoy fourteen days, at minimum of rest and relaxation. Vacations weren’t really his thing so trying to find something to occupy his time besides mixing boards and synthesizers was going to be hell. But there was a good reason for her orders..shortly after touching back down in Miami, he ended up collapsing in his kitchen, where only by a miracle his housekeeper found him!

and it was a no brainer as to what the diagnosis was: exhaustion. This man had been running himself ragged for months on end without a stop in sight. Straight from the studio, to the stage and doing it all over again. Not to mention the little…exchange between himself and (y/n) had definitely taken its toll. Pent up stress and arousal once released can have strange effects on the body. And considering that it had been quite a while since he’d..relieved some of that tension, it was all but inevitable for it to catch up with him. His team canceled all of his appearances, put him on bedrest and made him promise that he wouldn’t do any producing work or recording. So here he was, sitting on his ass, twiddling his thumbs without a clue of what to do with his free time. Truthfully, there just wasn’t anything he wanted to do besides make music.

he did enjoy tinkering around with cars a bit; preferably an affinity for older muscle models. Hence the 1965 SS Chevelle and 1960 Dodge Challenger parked in his garage. One of which he used in a music video and begged to keep it. After some research and help from a friend, they restored the motor and the interior. But other than that and buying jewelry, he didn’t have many hobbies. There was no one he could call to hang out with at this hour because they all had their own respective lives to live. Connie, who he didn’t even want to speak to after that video released and he had to watch his crush feel him up, was busy with album promotion and appearances, Mikasa was more than likely busy with her other clients who didn’t make her job hard and even if she did stop by, she’d bring that pest of a man and truthfully, he’d end up drowning him in this pool. Then there was the possibility of inviting some women over to have a good time but he hated the idea of having some random girl running around his house just get some ass.

his DM’s were practically loaded with girls wanting a piece of him but they all went unanswered. Because the one he wanted..wasn’t here. It had been a little over a week since that FaceTime between (y/n) and himself and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He lost track of how many times he came and watching you only fueled his desire more! Hearing the way you moaned his name and wrapped around your own fingers…he was mesmerized. So much so, nothing could even occupy his mind for two days. It only became worse once he got home and you guys began sexting on and off. He’d send you a link to one of your new pictures that you posted along with a tasteful yet freaky comment. And you of course wouldn’t make matters any better..because the second he did, you’d send him the uncensored version and tell him to come get it. It made it even worse when he commented on the app and now a bunch of bitches who probably had a bedtime were flooding your mentions.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble, EJ. They don’t like me..”

“Fuck them, I like you..that’s all that matters.”

It was a very dangerous yet fun game. Something about the tension and subtly behind this was making you desire one another, more than anyone you ever had.

it probably wouldn’t do the least bit of good to hit you up right now because he could tell from your story that you were in the middle of more photo shoots and brand work. Unboxing a PR package here and trying on an outfit there..but where you really thrived was the pole. He could watch you twirl for hours and not in any sexual way. You were just that talented! He respected your grind entirely too much to interrupt you right now for his own personal needs so he’d have to find another way to channel that energy.

however, he wouldn’t quite get that chance..as he got up to go back inside and possibly make himself some food, he’d find himself met with quite the intrusion! Gliding across the tile floors in his Nike slides, gym shorts dangling at his waist, bare chest out and his hair thrown up in a scraggly ponytail, he beelined for the kitchen. Swinging open the door to his stainless steel fridge, Eren scanned his eyes over the shelves, searching for a bottle of water to quench his thirst. “Seriously? I thought I had some left. Where is it?” Suddenly, he’d hear a voice from behind the door and without even thinking..he’d answer back. “Check the freezer. Should be some in there.” “Aye, thanks man.” In that moment, the artist would freeze in his tracks, realizing no one else should’ve been home except him! So who the hell had he just answered?….

slowly closing the door, he’d lean over his own shoulder and peer around until he was greeted with another face…

“Armin, bro! What the fuck are you doing in my house?!”

the smiling face of the mischievous blonde met Eren’s own angry expression and needless to say, he wasn’t happy about his best friend sneaking inside without saying anything. “To talk to you about our lord and savior Christ..the hell do you think I’m doing here, dude? Getting you out of this house.” But of course, the ever so stoic Eren was not interested in the slightest and instead, dismissed his friend with a wave..before traipsing back outside.

“I’ll pass. Go home.”

however, if it’s anything he knew about the man he considered a brother, it was that he didn’t give up so easily. He’d persist and annoy him until he caved.

“Seriously? Are you really going to spend two weeks in this house, doing nothing?” “No, I’m going to work. I’m not scared of Mika or her empty ass threats. I have money to make.” But deep down, they both knew she’d make good on her promise so it wasn’t best to try her. Besides, he really needed this break.

“Dude, you could’ve gotten hurt. It won’t kill you to rest. Enjoy the fruits of your labor, as they say.”

and he may have been right..except the right message, wrong horse! As the two made it outside and sat down, Eren would glance over at his friend and give him the meanest side eye. Knowing damn well he’d find any excuse to slack off. “And when’s the last time you’ve done any ‘labor’?” But of course, it was quickly dismissed. “Not the point! Point is, you’re going to waste your whole life away. Get out and have some fun every once in a while. Is there really nothing you want to do?”

he had to be honest..Armin’s commitment to making sure he took some time to himself was admirable. Eren knew his friends cared and he was happy they did but he couldn’t admit that the one thing he wanted most was to create. Make magic behind the keys because that’s where he was happiest. And where he’d get his mind off of (y/n). Not too long ago, the two of you were texting and he wanted so badly to tell you to come see him but that was out of the question. Not only that, he didn’t want to look like a simp. Upset over a woman that he had only just met..

placing his hands behind his head, Eren peered up to the passing clouds and sighed. “I’m good. I’ll just sit out here and enjoy the weather. Besides, what I want isn’t anything I can have right now.” Spoken like a retired old man and Armin couldn’t have any of it. He knew his friend despised the rockstar lifestyle but a little excitement was what he needed. Or rather..a woman to help alleviate that tension. It always worked for him! Snickering to himself, Armin just shook his head. He knew his best friend to speak in riddles but it didn’t take long to decipher his speech.

“So what happened between you and (y/n)?” Earning him a shocked glare because he kept his business very private, so much so, the person closest to him didn’t know..at least he shouldn’t have. But there was no point in hiding it. “Nothing happened. What about her?” Stoic and defensive as always and it’d do no good to keep pressing him about some bullshit. That’s when..against his better judgment, Eren would ask his friend a hypothetical question.

“Let me ask you something..”

“You asking me for advice..you must be sick.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I just want a different perspective, that’s all..”

Peering out over the pool and the sparkling reflection, he’d take a deep breath before speaking again. “Say that you had somebody you were really feeling..like truly fucking with and you instantly click.. it’s obvious but you don’t want to ruin it by moving too fast. What should you do?” it seemed like an honest question, one that had obviously been on his mind heavily to be asking for help. However, Armin found it quite hilarious..so much so, he’d try to refrain from laughing about it. That was until he at least asked his next question. “How fast are we talking? Better yet, what did you do?” Eren always prided himself on having somewhat of a moral compass; at least more so than the man he was asking and his other friends. He had never thought to have sex on the first link, out of respect but when you so blatantly admitted that it was what you wanted…how else could he respond?

for a moment, he sat in silence, not saying a thing. Truthfully, he was pissed that you even had him feeling this way! Normally, he’d hook up with one of these internet groupies, or a fine ass fan who he invited on stage, get his nut and never call the poor girl again. However, that only applied to women he didn’t give a fuck about. Both sides were in agreement it was a hookup so no need to get attached. On the rare occasion that he’d cave to his urges, EJ could be equally as heartless as Armin. But he couldn’t find it in him to do it every night.

he wanted his person…as selfish as it was, knowing he wasn’t ready for a relationship right now. Which is why he didn’t want you to think he was trying to use you strictly for sex. Because you weren’t in the same category as those girls. However, he wasn’t some saint and he never worried about others..so why did he care so much about the way he treated you?

“We..had phone sex. And I didn’t hear from her for a couple days so I figured she might be mad at me. That’s why I asked if we were going too fast.”

at that moment, Armin could no longer conceal his laughter and ended up doubling over in a loud snort. He couldn’t believe that the man who didn’t give a fuck about anyone or if he hurt their feelings was self conscious about something so trivial.

“You gotta be fucking joking! Oh shit…that’s too funny.” howling as he continued cracking up at the little confession. Despite Eren not finding a damn thing about this amusing.

“The fuck is so funny? I just asked a simple question.”

“Yeah, a dumb one. Dude, you’re a grown ass man. There’s nothing wrong with that and unlike you, who ignores everyone on purpose..she’s probably busy.” Right there, Eren felt like kicking his ass out but he needed someone to be brutally honest with him and who better to do it than his best friend.

peering over to the side, he’d take a swig of his water and mumbled against the opening. “Fucking smartass..” but he knew, as painful as it is to admit.. Armin was always right.

“You know, Niesha was right about you two. Y’all are too much alike.” Still cackling to himself over his friend’s behavior.

“And just what does she mean by that? And who the hell is Niesha?” Now even more offended that he was being insulted by someone he hadn’t even met. But once he said it, he’d remember the name immediately. Reclining in his chair, Armin proudly folded his arms behind his head and smirked.

“Her best friend and while you two have been acting like prepubescent virgins, thinking you’re going to hell for jerking your dick through a screen..we fucked in the first three hours. Been hooking up ever since. I mean I probably beat like seven times already and we just met a few weeks ago. And her shit’s dangerous too…makes no sense.” Smacking his gum so smugly, Eren just wanted to reach over and strangle him. Was that really something to be proud of?!

“You’re a whore, that’s why. You don’t even know her like that.”

“Maybe. But I do know she’s my favorite eater and I’m not letting her go anytime soon. Might have to tell her I love her for a little drama or buy her a little something, she earned it.”

he couldn’t believe, one, that he was friends with such a horrible human being. Second, that he felt bad for what you guys had done and here they were..but there was a reason he was saying all of this.

“But my point is…you don’t have to prove anything to anybody. If you want to fuck each other, date, do whatever, then do it and stop being ashamed. It’s not too soon and it’s not the 1940’s, you don’t have to be madly in love and married. I can tell you really like her and shit, she’s obviously feeling you so what’s the wait for? You have a beautiful woman, practically throwing the pussy at you and you’re sitting here, trying to rationalize it? Dude, just go be with her. Before somebody else does.”

and that last line was his trigger. It was as if it had incited something in him. The thought of someone else with you? Oh, he’d probably lose it but that’s the risk he stood with not making his intentions clear. Maybe a good session was exactly what you two needed to get this tension out of your bodies. To know if there was truly a connection there or just lust..but again, he had allowed you to get away so for now, he wouldn’t know. All he could do was read over your texts and fantasize what it would be like. Right now though, Armin needed him to get his head out of the clouds and his own ass.

“I mean, when’s the last time you’ve even had an actual girlfriend? Besides the one the label made you get?”

that’s when he was reminded of the preppy little pop star he got with some years back as part of a PR campaign to get them both some notoriety. They were ‘dating’ for like a year before calling it quits. A girl by the name of Historia and it most certainly helped propel her career. EJ The Don was already collaborating with big time names and making waves so she was useless as far as he was concerned. Not to mention, she wasn’t even his type and the girl bored him beyond relief. Eventually, she did go on to date and marry some fashion model, giving everyone room to make the joke that she left him for a woman but he was happy she was out of his hair.

he’d start laughing at the thought of how awkward things were. “Man, fuck you. That was the worst year of my life. We were like roommates if anything.”

Armin definitely recalled and the fact that they only had sex once would’ve killed him! He didn’t know how he survived. “Then you better man up and go do what you have to.” Looking over, he’d roll his eyes and give him a side eye.

“I hate when you’re right, you know that? Like you really piss me the fuck off.”

“I know, but who else is going to give it to you straight? Speaking of, you need to get out of this damn house. You’ve got too much time on your hands and you’re sitting here overthinking shit. Be ready in a couple hours, I got an idea.”

he could tell by the look on his mischievous little face that something was amiss. He had something up his sleeve and Eren didn’t like the idea of it! But after that tidbit of advice, he owed him. “I don’t like the sound of that shit, but whatever…”

as the two walked back through Eren’s kitchen and living room to see Armin out, he was talking. “Just trying to get you to live a little, that’s all..” boasting and bragging about his supposed helpful methods. That was until they reached the front door. Twisting the knob, Eren allowed him to step before him to walk out and the second he did…

“I hear you, bruh. Do me a favor real quick, step back.”

he’d slam the door directly in his face and lock it!

“Damn, been waiting almost an hour to do that. Thought he’d never take his ass home.” For now, he’d proceed to enjoy his alone time and acquire another blunt before having to deal with that again. He was going to need it.

especially if he was going to try and get his mind off of you. Meanwhile, (y/n) was somewhere, experiencing a similar issue..just not in the way he’d expect!

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Houston, Texas: The Pole Factory Dance Studio

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“Well, we can just talk to her when she gets here. It’s all good.”

“Yeah, you say that. But shit..I don’t know.”

whispers and mumbling could be faintly heard from the foyer of the dance floor; separated from the front entrance and waiting area. This was Houston’s finest performance center for all things pole and (y/n), as well as the others had rented it out for practice. You guys had managed to get a gig for another artist who’d be coming on tour here and after being a part of the number one music video in the country, you were motivated, now more than ever, to get your names out there. You were getting brand deals left and right with your face plastered all over social media nowadays. But the first order of business was to make sure that everyone was on the same page.

lugging your gym bag over your shoulder as you walked into the small hallway, leading to the dance room, you’d suddenly hear all of the talking cease and your entire team standing still as statues. They all seemed as if they were keeping some sort of secret from you.

“Hey y’all..what’s going on?”

at first, there was no response..which was terribly unusual, considering how vivaciously and loudly you all greeted each other. You hadn’t been together since Rolling Loud and you figured they’d be happy to see you. Instead, they were all frozen in place. Quietly setting the bag to the floor, (y/n) slowly shut the door behind you all and glared at them.

Niesha, who was never caught without a smile had her arms folded across her chest, seemingly sad. Brianne was looking in an entirely opposite direction and Kellie, as well as Syrai were both quiet.

“Okay…somebody wanna tell me what’s wrong? Why y’all acting like this?” At that moment, a million scenarios rushed through your head. Did something happen at that party? Did someone do something to them? Or better yet…were they mad at you for leaving? Surely, your sisters would never be jealous of you! Never that..right?

but what was really pressing their minds was the furthest thing from…

“I’m sorry, (y/n). Shit, we all are..”

“Yeah, I know you prolly mad at us and we deserve it.”

and in fact, what they truly felt was guilt! But you needed a tad bit more explanation before accepting apologies you really didn’t need..

“Wait, wait. Why would I be mad at y’all? You haven’t—“

“Be for real, boo. We let you fly all the way out to LA with two niggas you ain’t know nothing about, all by yourself. We was being selfish and stupid. Anything could’ve happened to you and we just let you leave. That was so fucked up.”

for as long as you had known Niesha and been her best friend, sis had never backtracked or said sorry for anything. Her unapologetic attitude was what you loved! Even as kids, even if her ass was dead in the wrong, she stood ten toes on it! So this must have been really bothering them. But you’d assure them that they had no reason to be upset. Truthfully, had it not been for them staying behind, you wouldn’t have pushed yourself to take a risk like that and advance your work repertoire. They gave you the courage to do things alone..not to mention, have that call with EJ that literally had your mind spinning for two days straight.

in that moment, you found yourself dissociating and daydreaming about all of the nasty things you said to one another. About him telling you things that’d have you stalking him. You swore the second you saw that man, you were going to suck him drier than a capri sun! Now wasn’t the time for that though…especially after you had gotten word of him falling ill and you urged him to get some rest. If anything, they did you a favor!

“Aww…y’all ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me. I promise I was fine. They were both so sweet and helped me out. I wish y’all would have been in it but I wanted y’all to enjoy yourselves. I swear I ain’t mad. I could never be. Y’all know me better than that.”

just then, they’d all breathe a sigh of relief and you all would laugh about the misunderstanding. Niesha was the first to bumrush you with a hug and everybody else joined in. “Man, y’all had me worried! I thought you were mad at me.”

confessing as you all embraced one another. Things were just fine and you were happy that you all could just talk to one another like this. What you were most grateful for was your circle and how supportive they were. There was no bad blood, jealousy or animosity, just love and good vibes. They told you how proud they were..that they saw the video and said how good you looked. That’s when you’d show them the behind the scene pictures, tell them all about the process and they’d gush over their girl getting her big break. “Aww, (y/n). You gone do so many big things, bitch. And you know we right behind you.” Now, you could all breathe a sigh of relief that not only were things settled but that they had such faith in you. But now, it was time to get back to business and making moves as a unit. “Well I ain’t trying to do it without my girls. Like I said, we eating together.” motivating them as you always did when standing to your feet.

“…so, I think we should get back to it. And go get this money, what y’all think?” Suddenly, everyone exclaimed and broke into laughter as you all normally did. Every bit of tension had absolved from the air and it was time to get back to the task at hand. “Alright, let’s practice the set list again that we did yesterday. From the top.”

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but while (y/n) and the crew were hard at work, Eren and his gang were ready to play..everyone except him that was. As promised, Armin had arrived back on his doorstep, bringing three more friendly faces with him. None of which Eren wanted to see right now. Under the setting skies and faint moonlight, the gentlemen waited for the rapper to join them so that they could frequent a favorite spot of theirs; Tootsies Gentlemen Club. A staple in Miami and the most noted strip club in the city. Rappers would drop hundreds of thousands in a night, tossing racks on the talented dancers and they were no exception. Sometimes, the group would take a couple of the ladies home for a fun night. In which Eren always opted out of. However, they were not about to let him skip this adventure. He needed some excitement and sitting around, simping was not a part of the code. So they’d bring him out and remind him who he was. But he had to give them a hard time. Everyone was laced in their designer duds…looking sharp and being carted by the McLarens and Maseratis waiting out in the driveway. All they needed now was their missing friend. But he wasn’t coming out of his house this late to watch them act the damn fool!

especially when one of them was his practical nemesis. “I don’t know why we won’t just leave him. It’s obvious his boring ass doesn’t want to do anything anyways.” Jean Kirschtein, the world famous rockstar and frontman for Atelier Kiss. An alternative band that had sold millions all over the world. Although very stark in contrast to the type of music his friends made, he was still regarded as a favorite among the ladies down at the club…however, he wouldn’t be a free man for much longer so he wanted to enjoy this night out. Of course, upon hearing this, Eren only wanted to prolong the evening more.

not for any particular reason, just because he felt like it. Too bad none of them could beat his ass or outrun a bullet so they had no choice but to wait! “Jean, I’m surprised you’re even allowed out past ten. Mika let you off your leash? You must’ve been a good boy this week.” Mimicking that of a coo to an obedient dog and making his blood boil. This is why it took a special type of person to deal with him! And not many could do it. “I’m a grown ass man, I don’t need anyone’s permission to do anything.” “Alright, I’ll call her right now and tell her where we’re going and we’ll see how long before she swells your eye shut.” And that of course caused yet another argument between the pair.

hence why it was nearly midnight when they arrived at the spot..eight deep in a drove; security included where they needed no ID or introduction. Famous stars like them got white glove treatment wherever they went and a few of them took advantage of it. Flaunting their status to attract women..it made Eren’s ass itch, quite honestly! He was a firm believer in being yourself and just letting people gravitate towards you. All that embellishing your personality and being overly flashy was embarrassing! And a good way to get their asses robbed if not careful.

“This is why I hate going anywhere with these dumbasses. They act like they were dropped on their goddamn heads as kids.”

regardless, they made their way through the crowd to one of the main stages, with stacks of money and ready to spend it all. Immediately, the girls made their way over to the group, all but dismissing their other clients because they knew where the real bread was! Armin and Connie were the first to allow the ladies to take a seat on their laps and flirt with them. “Girls, girls..there’s plenty of me to go around. Don’t worry..” the resident playboy exclaimed, rubbing up on them and they were happy to let him do so because every woman in this city knew the name Armin Artlert. And for some odd reason, wanted a piece. Two thick women with long hair and tatted, caramel complexions that glowed underneath the lights began touching up on him and Connie. “Armie, we missed you at the party this past weekend. We looked everywhere for you. What happened?”

referring to the very same party that he admitted he had been having sex with Niesha at the entire time while everybody else was downstairs. Such a slut if anyone had ever seen one. Eren listened out of earshot as he made up some bullshit lie about things being too crowded but that he’d make it up to them. He had the gift of gab if no other talent. Meanwhile, Connie was being felt up by two similar looking women who had all but convinced him to take them to a private room. Eventually, bottle service would start to flood in and the next set was about to start. The lights dimmed and the DJ introduced the girl. “Everybody welcome to the stage..the always beautiful and talented, Mystique!” And God, was she stunning..long, jet black hair, gorgeous dark skin, beautiful face…and she was thick as all hell.

his eyes were darting around.. trying to focus on everything except what was in front of him..but that was all but impossible. Not for a lack of the girl being unattractive…but because she reminded him all too much of (y/n)! Almost identical if he stared too closely. Or possibly just wishful thinking. Did he really miss you like that? He figured there was no point in being dismissive to these poor ladies doing their jobs and decided to try and enjoy himself. But naturally, she set her sights on him. Switching her hips and twirling on her heels..the way she shook her ass right in front of the rapper. He was so mesmerized, just dazed by her dancing. Pulling a few bands from his pocket, he’d wave her over and she’d come running. Tossing up over a thousand dollars in one shot; making it rain over her. In that moment, it was as if nothing else or no one mattered. She was giving him a show too, ensuring that he spent it all on her. Towards the ending of her set, she’d get down from the stage and begin to give him a lap dance.

Needless to say, his boys were happy to see that he was out of his slump and enjoying some fun. Watching from afar with their own entertainers straddling their waist, Connie and Armin just snickered at their friend. “Oh, he’ll be fine now.” Meanwhile, his eyes averted up to her and stayed focused. Finally coming into contact with him, Mystique drove a hand up his leg before leaning down and brushing the side of his face.

“You wanna come to the back with me?” whispering so sweetly in his ear that it not only took nothing for him to agree but sent chills up Eren’s spine. Down to the adorable accent, this girl was reminiscent of you. It was scary but still..because you weren’t in his grasp, he’d settle and rise from his seat, following as she led the way. He was in a daze, zoned out and completely entranced with this girl. Maybe this was what he needed..a distraction and something else to get you out of his head. After a few minutes of walking, the dancer would open a door towards the back of the hallway and allow both of them inside. It was there that Eren was greeted by fluorescent lavender lighting; a cozy room with a lofty vibe, a pole and a single sofa, as well as a small glass table with a metal bucket..housing ice and a liquor bottle. It didn’t take long before the exotic dancer got him seated and situated, ready to show him a good time. Willing to tell him everything he wanted to hear..feel up on him if necessary. Which would work if he was some pathetic simp that needed sweet nothings whispered in his ear. He knew she was just trying to make a living so he’d indulge her. After all, he was an avid supporter of any lady trying to make her money. So much so, when Mystique made her way over with the bottle and a freshly poured glass, Eren allowed her to sit on his lap. He was sure he was no stranger to her or anyone else here. Babygirl was in for quite a payday..

“Here you go.”

“Thank you, mama.”

and that had her smiling from ear to ear. For a while, they sat and conversed; sipping their drinks and she’d sweet talk him, hoping to get a little more acquainted. And he couldn’t lie, she was looking good. Pretty smile with a great personality. All the while, toiling strands of his hair between her long fingernails. It had been a while since he’d been touched like that..but she wanted to show off a little more.

“Lemme see that little trick you did earlier..” requesting for a glimpse of her ass clapping again. And he wasn’t sparing any expense as the girl turned on some music and began stripping. She was perfect..had an impeccable body and knew how to seduce. Which was great..but as she continued twirling around that pole and taking off that rope, there was something that crossed Eren’s mind. A single thought that he couldn’t get rid of if he tried:

she wasn’t you.

for a moment, he completely blanked out, not even paying her any attention. Even when she began kissing up on his neck. Your words and everything you told him started playing in his head and making him desire you even more!

“..would you be mad if I said I would give you this pussy on the first night?”

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to it, just say when.”

“It’s been a while since so I need you to come stretch this shit out for me..”

you were what he wanted..the only one. So why the hell was he in this private room, letting a woman touch him who couldn’t do anything for him?! Just as she finished up her dance, another sentence that had stuck with him entered his brain.

“If you want to fuck her, date, whatever. Go do it. Before someone else does.”

He knew where he needed to be and exactly what had to be done. Tossing her a few more racks, totaling to about seven grand, he’d absentmindedly get up from his seat and pretend to have to head out. Instead, he had another goal in mind. One that should’ve been cleared days ago.

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two days later… (also, apologies for all the page breaks and time skips. I didn’t want to keep writing a bunch of filler)

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Houston, Texas; Hilton Hotel

“Nah, nah. Y’all so crazy.”

since touching down in Texas, (y/n) was really learning a lot and working hard on this new set. The entire group had made great progress and would be in tip top shape by the time their newest client arrived. You were hopeful that things would work out. For now, it was late and you all were in your hotel rooms, getting ready for dinner. You were currently on live with your followers while styling your hair. Your makeup was baking and looking quite flawless. Fenty red lipstick painted on your lips and silver pins holding your already curled strands in place. You were sitting on the floor with your phone propped into a tripod as your followers grilled you about your recent ‘scandal’ and all the comments on your pictures.

“Listen, I told y’all. That’s my friend. Ain’t nothing going on between us. Y’all nosy!” Smacking your lips playfully as the ladies in your chat insisted that there was something going on between you and EJ The Don. They had been watching diligently; like hawks over your posts and seeing him pop up. If anything, they wanted their ship to sail! You had a very friendly and amicable relationship with your followers. You talked to them as you would your homegirls and that’s why they continued to gravitate. However, you were never one to feed into rumors so you didn’t confirm or deny it. Little did you know, he was about to implode and shut down any suspicion or doubt in your mind or anyone else’s.

in the midst of twirling another curl around the wand tugging it out, (y/n) would get a knock at the door. “That’s probably them, ready to go. Hold on.” But the second you got up and answered the door; phone in hand and unexpecting, you were greeted by something that you wouldn’t have seen coming in a million years.

“I told you hoes to give me—“

but it wasn’t your girls or room service, awaiting you behind the door, but rather..someone very familiar, towering over you and capturing you in a very sudden and sultry kiss…for over five thousand prying eyes to see! A hand around the back of your neck and your body pulled into his own. Just then, your phone fell to the floor and was going ablaze with chats, asking to see what happened.

“Sorry, hope you don’t mind me stopping by.”

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Drama CD #1-4: A Little Disaster in a Moonlit Night (ENG)

Summary:

A spell cast in the full moon curses Arle with the gradual loss of her magic, memories and identity. Can her old friends break the curse before it is too late?

Translation of the Audio Track:

[DISCLAIMER: This translation was made by @PinkGeekNeni (Nenilein) on twitter! Feel free to repost parts of it or the entire text wherever you want as long as you credit the translator correctly!]

INTRO

Witch: Howdy!  A very pleasant day to y’all! It is me, Witch. So, anyway, have you ever heard talk about how our moon hanging up in the sky might actually have mystical powers? They say that especially on full moon nights the accumulated influence of the moon can amplify one’s magic prowess… Kinda mysterious to think about, huh~? So, today’s story is about a tiny bout of huge turmoil that happened on a full moon night just like that…

-

STORY

[nighty soundscape, cicadas]

Arle: Ah, nothing better about autumn than some good old moon-viewing. Right, Carby?  

Carbuncle: Gu, gugu~

Arle: The full moon is so beautiful tonight. So mysterious… If you keep looking at it for long enough, it’s kind of enchanting, huh…?

Arle: That reminds me, I’ve heard somewhere that the full moon has special powers. Now I wonder if that’s true.

Carbuncle:  (cheerfully) Gu-gugu! Gu-gugu!

Arle: ARGH! Carby, what gives!? You ate all of our dumplings!!

Carbuncle: (happily) Gugugu-gu!

Arle: Hmpf… Oh well. I guess they DO call autumn the “season of good appetite”, huh?

[Suddenly, there are magical sparkle SFXs. A new voice, with a heavy echo and distortion on it.]

???: Ahahaha! Hahaha! Haha!

Arle: Huh? What was that just now? Sounds like somebody’s laughing over there…

SFX: Arle and Carbuncle’s footsteps

Arle: Hmm… I think it was around… here… Ah! There they are!

???: Huh? Hey, big girl! Who’re you?

Arle: The name’s Arle! You were dancing, huh? Looks like you are having a lot of fun!

???: Yeah! Dancing when the moon’s so beautiful is the best. It feels sooooo nice~!

Arle: Hmm… Say, you’re not just some regular kid, are you? So, what’re you called?

Puck: I’m a faerie! The name’s Puck! I’m biiiig cutie who loves to dance and play little pranks~! 

Arle: That last part’s not something you might want to say out loud…

Carbuncle: Gu, gu…

Puck: Hey, big girl, wanna dance with me?

Arle: Huh? Um… Sorry, but this is kinda giving me déjà vu to an old acquaintance who liked forcing me to dance against my will, so… I’m gonna pass!  

Puck:  HUH? You won’t dance? Well, then… you’re in for it now! 

SFX: *magic sounds*

Arle:  U-URGH! What is this!? 

Puck: The spell of forgetfulness! You’re gonna forget every- and any whichever thing~!

SFX: *more magic sounds*

Arle: UWHAAAAAA!!!

Carbuncle: Gugugu!! (<spoken in the cadence of “Arle!!”)

Puck: Ahahaha! Buh-bye~! 

-

Arle: …Huh? What was I… doing just now?

Carbuncle: Gu…

Arle: I feel like something happened just now… Something I should remember, but… 

Arle: Oh no, I almost forgot! I promised Witch I’d Puyo battle her tonight!

Carbuncle: Gugu!

Arle: I’d better get a move on. You know how Witch gets when something upsets her. Alright, let’s go, Carby!

Carbuncle: (happily) Gu-gugu!

SFX: *Arle and Carbuncle running*

-

[Later. Theme of Puyo Puyo is playing. Puyo popping and casting noises.]

Witch: Oh-HOHOHO! I’m getting started, Arle~! METEO!

SFX: *impact*

Arle: You’ll have to try better than that, Witch! Aaaaalright! HAH!

Witch: I know right which spell’s coming up from your end!

 Arle: HA-! …Uh? Huh… HATCHUU!! 

Witch: GAH!

Carbuncle: Gu-gu!

[Arle’s sneeze knocked her off-balance. Her board collapses on top of her and Witch.]

Witch: Hmpf… HEY! What’s the big idea! You completely ruined the moment!

Arle: (awkwardly) Ahahaha… Sorry, sorry~! I kinda forgot the incantation for a second there, I think… 

Witch: It’s not like you to let down your guard in the middle of a battle like that, y’know.

Arle: Yeah… I’ve kinda had brainfog for a while now.

Witch: You sure you haven’t caught a cold or something? Tell ya what, I’ll give you some of my special cold medicine, so go home and catch some rest, ‘kay? 

Arle: Yeah, you’re right. Thanks. But, uh… There’s kinda smoke coming out of that bottle, and it sorta looks like goo, so, no thanks…

Witch: Hmpf! Well, I was just trying to help! 

Arle: A-Anyway, I’m gonna call it a night here. See ya! 

[Music fades out]

Carbuncle: (worried) Gugugu…

Arle: This is weird… How could I just forget the incantation? I’ve been using that spell on the daily for ages…

Carbuncle: Gugu?

Arle: Huh? Carby, what’s up?

Carbuncle: Gugu! Gugugu!

Arle: Are you wondering about something? 

[Suddenly, Schezo.]

Schezo: ARLE!

Arle: Huh!? Wait, huh…

Schezo: What a coincidence to encounter you out here. Once again we meet in the dark of the night, broken by the bloom of the full moon. Tonight shall be the night I…!

Arle: Sheh… Sché…Ah, right! You’re Schezo! 

Schezo: (completely thrown off his game) Wha… What in the world is THAT supposed to mean!? Are you trying to make fun of me, perhaps!? 

Arle: (awkwardly) Hahaha… No, sorry, sorry! I just kinda… couldn’t get your name out for a moment there… Anyway, what’cha need from me?

Schezo: Hmpf! You know very well what I need! YOU! Are all I need!!

Arle: Huh…? (pause) (screaming) WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT!? 

Schezo Heh?

Arle: Wh… Wha… What the heck is your problem!? CREEPER! Get away from me!! 

Schezo: N-No, wait… I slipped up… I meant to say that I need your “magic power”, but… Really, why are you acting like this is the first time that’s happened!? Screaming like you think this is serious… How am I even supposed to take that…?

Arle: Uh-! R… R-Right… You always slip up like that, right… Hah… What’s going on… with me…? 

[Arle sounds like she’s shaking.]

Schezo: Hey… Are you… sure you are alright…?

Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu… Gugu-gugu!

Schezo: What is it, Carbuncle? Are you trying to tell me something? -Wait… Arle… You…? 

Arle: What?

Schezo: This is strange… You are definitely the real Arle… But, your aura… The magic you usually exude… I can’t sense it anymore. 

Arle: Huh? What do you mean? 

Schezo: It seems as if something essential is leaking out of you rapidly…

Arle: Ahahah, stop saying weird stuff like that, that’s creepy… I’m… going home! Carby, let’s go.  

Carbuncle: Gugugu! GU! (-> To me this sounds like “Arle! WAIT!”)

Schezo: Wait!

SFX: *Arle and Carbuncle’s footsteps*

Schezo: What is going on… What is this sense of foreboding…? 

-

SFX: *magic sounds*

Puck: Huh? The spell was just supposed to take a few of her memories…  But now I can feel all of her energy flow into me like a current…! That’s… not what I was trying to do…  

-

Arle: Huh? Did you hear a voice just now? 

Carbuncle: GU! Gugu!

Arle: Um… Uh… I probably just imagined it! Let’s hurry on home, Carby. 

Carbuncle: (sadly) Gu…

SFX: *Arle and Carbuncle’s footsteps*

-

[Later. Noise of a door being opened quickly]

Rulue: Hmpf! …Arle! Allow me to invite myself in! 

Arle: Um… You’re… Rulue!

Rulue: I heard from Witch. You went and caught a cold, now, did you? 

Arle: Yeah… I mean, my nose isn’t stuffy, but I can’t really focus on anything. Did you come because you were worried about me? 

Rulue: What…! As if I would ever lower myself to worrying about you…! I-I am only here because my Darling said he would pay you a visit! I had to-

[Door opens again]

Satan: AAAARLYYYY~~~ I’ve come for a bedside visit~! 

Arle: WARGH! Who is that!? … Ah… Oh, it’s just Satan~.

Satan: And hello to you too, my Carbunny! You’re as adorable as always today~! 

Carbuncle: (desperately) GUGU, GUGU!!

Satan: Arle, you’ve always been in such good health, I never expected you’d end up catching such a nasty cold. But it’s alright now! C’mon, let your Satan’s burning hot hugs break the fever for you~! 

Arle: Urgh-! You wanna HUG me!? 

Satan: Now, now, you don’t need to hold back. We’re a couple, after all! My fiancée must not be ashamed of public displays of affection~! 

Arle: Fiancée? …Is that so…? The two of us are… engaged? 

Satan: Huh?

Rulue: ARLE! OBVIOUSLY NOT!! What are you saying, are you out of your mind!? 

Satan: I-I mean…  Arle, are you sure you meant to say that just now? Something seems… 

Arle: NONONONONONO! I take it back!! What the heck am I even saying…? It’s just Satan’s usual delusional ramblings! Anyway, stop calling me your fiancée and GET OUT!! I GIVE YOU TWO SECONDS!!

SFX: *magic sounds*

Rulue: Arle, what in the world!! You don’t need to threaten us with magic!

Arle: Um… Uh… (scared) Ah…

Satan: Arle…

Arle: Huh? What spell was I trying to cast just now…? Weird…

Carbuncle: Gugugu…!

-

[Door closes as Satan and Rulue leave the house. They are now outside.]

Schezo: Hey! Satan! Rulue!

Satan: Hmpf. So the Dark Mage has shown himself. 

Rulue: Hey. What in the world is going on here? I’ve never seen Arle… like this.

Schezo: I knew it… So you’ve sensed it too. Something is wrong with Arle. Her memory and energies are slowly but surely draining from her. 

Satan: As long as Carbuncle is by her side I think she is safe physically speaking, but… this is no physical issue, now, is it? This is directly affecting her heart and soul. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of an infection that could cause one to lose their memory gradually like this. We have no choice but to try and find the cause. 

Rulue: If that is so, then I will head to Witch’s house. She has a huge collection of old books, and knowing her, she might know a thing or two that does not occur to us. 

Schezo: That is a good idea. But we must make haste. If her energy and memory keep deteriorating at this rate, then there is not much time until she…

Rulue: Until she…?

Satan: We must not let Arle know of this, but there is a possibility she might lose all her memories and magic. Before that happens, we have to…

Arle: …? What does that mean?

Schezo: Arle…! How much have you heard?

Arle: I heard you all whispering in front of the door, so I couldn’t help myself… So, I’m going to forget everything and everyone? 

Satan: Now, now, Arly, it’s alright! We’re all going to save you soon enough.

Arle: But… you said that even you don’t know what caused this, didn’t you, Satan? 

Satan: …!

Arle: (awkwardly) Ahahaha! Oh wow, looks like I’m in trouble~! Ahah, um! …Sorry. Could you leave me and Carby alone for a bit?

Carbuncle: Gugu…? 

Schezo: Arle, wait-! 

[She closes the door in his face.]

-

[Nighttime noises.]

Arle: *sigh*

Carbuncle: Gugu?

Arle: You know Carby… This all somehow doesn’t quite feel real to me. 

Carbuncle: Gu…

Arle: I’ve always just relied on the idea that everything is just gonna work out somehow… I guess I’m just good at making stuff up as I go or something… but… I don’t think I can just wriggle myself out of this one.

Carbuncle: Gugugu…

Arle: I mean…! I can barely remember any of my spells anymore! It kinda feels like this is it… 

Carbuncle: Gu…

Arle: And also… If I’m honest, there are already so many things I feel I can’t recall clearly anymore. Like, I still know that Schezo is a creeper and that Rulue has a bad crush on Satan… Or that Satan likes to cause trouble, but… that’s about it. I don’t know the details anymore. Hey, how did you and I meet? And how long ago was that…? Carby… Am I gonna forget about you, too…? 

Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu!!

Arle: Huh? You’ll protect me…? Ahahaha! Thank you. That makes me happy. 

Schezo: Arle.

Arle: Ah! Um, you’re… Schezo!

Schezo: Looks like you’re not doing well.

Arle: What, me? No, I’m okay~!

Schezo: …

Arle: So, um… Looks like your days of chasing me around are finally over, huh? 

Schezo: What are you talking about?

Arle: All you wanted from me was my power, right? Now that I’m not going to have any powers, you’re probably not gonna care much about what happens to me, huh?

Schezo: Wha…!?

Arle: I mean, it sucks that I’m not gonna have any magic anymore, but… I guess that’s one load off my back at least! 

Satan: Arle. Don’t say something so foolish. 

Arle: Huh? Oh, right, that Satan! Hey, Satan, looks like you had a lucky draw with this, too, huh? 

Satan: Whatever are you talking about?

Arle: I mean, not only am I about to forget all of your past misdeeds soon, I won’t even have any magic to resist you with… Oh, wait, my magic was why you were attracted to me in the first place, wasn’t it? Guess you’ll lose interest in me too then. Maybe I’m actually pretty lucky, seeing how this all means you two are finally gonna get off my case and all! Heheh! 

Schezo&Satan: Arle!

Arle: Uh…What?

Schezo: Don’t force yourself to laugh. It doesn’t suit you. 

Arle: Huh…?

Satan: Arle. Do not underestimate my love. Do you really think I would want to take you as my consort after you’ve lost your memory and power and are docile and easy to manipulate? And above all else, regardless of what happens to you, you will always be Arle. 

Arle: That’s…

Schezo: Arle. I wouldn’t be able to rest if I were to leave you behind in this state. Be at ease, I will protect you. I will tell you as many times as you need to hear: I need you.

Arle: Ahah, Schezo! You dropped some words there again! You meant to say “I need your power”, didn’t you?

Schezo: Hmpf. I’ll let you think so, if you want to… Let’s head for Witch’s house. She should be helping Rulue to research the cause of Arle’s memory loss right now. 

Arle: Yeah! Alright… Let’s go to Witch’s- Uh, huh?

Satan: What’s wrong, Arle? 

Arle: Um… Who was that again? 

Schezo: What…!? Arle, don’t tell me you…! 

Arle: And, to start with, who are you people? Huh? Where am I? Why am I here? 

Satan: A-Arle, pull yourself together! You can’t have forgotten me, the great Satan!

Arle: Ahahaha! It’s nice to meet you! Looks like you know me from somewhere? Your name was ‘Greatsatan’, huh? 

Satan: …!! SCHEZO!

Schezo: Yes, we seem to be approaching the event horizon! Let’s go, Satan!

-

Witch: Um.. well…

SFX: *browsing in a book*

Witch: Em… huh…

Rulue: Witch, are you STILL not done with your research?

Witch: Hmm… Please give me a tad. Gradual memory loss is a rather rare symptom, y’know…

Rulue: Well, speed it up somehow! …I hate to admit it, but I don’t have the slightest clue about matters of sorcery, so this is up to you!

Witch: Argh, could you stop putting me under so much pressure!?  

Rulue: …! It is not in my nature to just stand by and watch… Hah, why am I wasting my time here, when right now my Satan is by Arle’s side and watching over her? 

Witch: You say that, Rulue, but I can tell that you’re plenty worried about Arle yourself, aren’cha? 

Rulue: …? Where did that come from?

Witch: Oh, I’ve just never seen you with that distraught look on your face before, is all. 

Rulue: I-I am just distraught that my darling prince is spending time with Arle and not me, that is all- 

Witch: Oh, reeeeally? Is that all? But if Arle lost use of all her spells, defeating and getting her out of your way should be easy for you, shouldn’t it? And then your beloved “darling prince Satan” would be yours once and for all. 

Rulue: (shaken) T-That’s… I…

Witch: What’s wrong? 

Rulue: OH-HOHOHO! Don’t you dare lower my noble, queenly self onto such a disgraceful level! I will defeat Arle in a fair and equal battle and win my darling Satan’s love and attention of my own power! 

Witch: Hm~? Oh well, if that’s how you wanna spin it, then okay. Continuing our research… Ah!

Rulue: Did you find it!? 

Witch: Here! Look at this! This has to be it. P… “Puck”. Um… According to this book, “Puck” is a faerie who loves to dance and play pranks on humans. Its specialty is a spell that inflicts its victims with forgetfulness… 

Rulue: So that is what did it to her…Really now, Arle, how could you let yourself be done in by such a creature? Tch, you are such a handful!

Witch: But this is odd… It says that Puck’s natural magic power isn’t all that strong. All the spell should do is make things slip from one’s mind for a short while… (she turns a page) Hmm… Maybe this has something to do with the fact that we have a full moon today… Moonlight naturally has magic-boosting properties, so maybe it affected that faerie and-

Rulue: I do not care about those details! I will go and finally report what we have learned to Satan now! …Oh, my Satan! Your Rulue… Your Rulue is coming for you~!

[Rulue runs off]

Witch: Hey! I was trying to explain everything you need to know!! Come back here-

[The door closes]

Witch: Waaaaait!!

-

SFX: *magic sounds*

Puck: What do I do? That girl’s power won’t stop flowing into me…! What’s going to happen to me?

SFX: *running footsteps*

Puck: I never meant this to go this far!

Carbuncle: (accusatory) GU! Gugu!!

Puck: Urgh!

Satan: We found you…

Schezo: So you are the one who stole away Arle’s memory. 

Puck: Huh? Why do you know about that? Ah! It’s that big girl!

Arle: Hey! Let go of my hand, stranger! What in the world are you all doing, ganging up on a defenseless child!? 

Rulue: Arle, stand back! We are doing this for your good! …How could it make you forget about your rival, the noble fighting queen, Rulue!? I will never forgive this! 

Arle: Eeek! What is wrong with this lady!? Those arms are way too strong for someone who looks so beautiful!

Rulue: Shuddup!! Looks like even amnesia can’t touch that smart mouth of yours, huh!? 

Arle: Amnesia…?

Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu!

Schezo: Hey, Witch! What do we have to do with this thing to get Arle’s memory back? 

Witch: Well… I reckon they’ll just come back by themselves if Puck is knocked out, maybe? But that’s not what’s important, now, listen-

Schezo: I see… *sound of him drawing his sword* 

Satan: I must admit, I do not like the thought of needing to bully a weak creature to resolve this, but… can't make an omelet without breaking eggs. 

Puck: P… Please forgive me! I never meant for any of this! I still don’t even understand it… My powers just seem to be working a whole lot more strongly than usual! 

Witch: Hm, aha. I knew it… Then that would mean…

Carbuncle: (asking) Gugu?

Satan: Hmpf! I will hear no excuses! 

Arle: W-Wait! What are you doing, Mr. Horned, Mean and Green!?

Satan: I am the Dark Prince, Satan!

Arle: And you, you silver-haired excuse to call for an adult!!

Schezo: My name is SCHEZO!

Arle: Can’t you see that that little guy is scared? Why are you being so awful to him!? 

Satan: Well, that…

Schezo: …is quite simple. All that we want…

Satan & Schezo: …is for our old Arle to come back to us!

Arle: Huh…?

Schezo: Let’s go! 

Arle: STOOOOOP!

Schezo: (off balance) Gah…!

Satan: What is it NOW, Arle!?

Arle: Look… I get the gist that you guys are doing this for me. But, please don’t hurt someone for my sake, okay? 

Satan: Do you know what you’re saying? 

Arle: Okay, listen… From what I gather, I’ve lost my memory and forgotten all of you, right? But maybe… and that’s just a “maybe”... that doesn’t mean that my feelings for you all have disappeared!

Carbuncle: Gugu?

Arle: I’ve been watching you all fight for me this whole time, and seeing that, I somehow feel warm, as if I really, really loved you all from the bottom of my heart. So, maybe I can make this work even without a few dumb memories! We can just make new memories together! Right? 

Schezo: Ah…

Satan: Arle…

Carbuncle: Gu! Gugu!

Rulue: How can you say that so easily? …Then again, that way of thinking is so quintessentially you…  

Witch: Um, I’m sorry to bust this very heartwarming moment, but… it seems there’s some clouds coming in. Aaand, there they go covering up the full moon, and-

SFX: *magic sounds*

 Arle: Huh? …Huh! 

Schezo: W… What’s wrong!?

Arle: Whoawhoawhoa… What’s up with my head, I… Uh… Hey, Satan! Schezo! Rulue! Witch! What are we all doing here? 

SFX: *quick Carbuncle footsteps*

Carbuncle: GUGUGUGUGUGU-GUUU!!

Arle: Ahahaha! Carby! Hey, what’re you being so cuddly for all of a sudden? 

Satan: Arle! Do you recognize my magnificent self now!?

Arle: What are you talking about? OBVIOUSLY I recognize you! Not like you’re easy to confuse for anyone else! 

Witch: Hmm, just as I’d thought. The amplification of Puck’s magic only lasts as long as the full moon. As soon as it was covered up, he went back to his usual abilities.

Rulue: Wha- Why didn’t you say so earlier!? 

Witch: I tried! You were the one who ran off before I could finish talking!

Puck: Heeey… I have no idea what’s going on, buuut…  looks like everything’s back to normal now, so… 

Arle: Wait, uh… What is even happening right now? 

Carbuncle: Gugu, gugu, gu!

Arle: Let’s see, I ran into a faerie that called itself “Puck”, and then… AHHH!! YOU’RE PUCK!!

Puck: Nonono, I’ll never do it again, never again! Like I’d ever put myself through something so terrifying again! BUH-BYE!!

[He warps out.]

Arle: Whoa-! …And he’s gone.

Satan: Aaaarly~!! I’m so happy! Now, in celebration of the return of your memories of being my loveliest fiancée, how about a passionate baiser from moi to-!

Arle: Who are you calling “fiancée”!?

SFX: *she punches him. Hard*

Satan: URGH-! (under heavy groaning) Yeah… Our old Arle’s back… Charming and strong-headed… as she should be…

Schezo: Hmpf… Arle. So it would appear your powers have returned to you! Thus, let us resume… our endless dance of passions!! 

Arle: Yeah, yeah, I get it already. But could you at least try to reel in the embarrassing misspeaks in public a little? *sighs* You’ll never change, will you, Creeper?

Schezo: Urgh…! 

Rulue: Looks like she’s completely back to normal. So much ado about someone like her… We should’ve just let her be if you ask me!

Arle: Heh? What’s with the attitude! I don’t remember asking for your help! 

Witch: By the by, Arle…

Arle: Yeah?

Witch: Just for the sake of my personal research: Do you recall any part of what happened while you had lost your memory?

Arle: Huh? Uh… Oh, right. I think I can remember, kinda!

Witch: …Including the part where you said that you, and I quote, “really, really love all of us, from the bottom of your heart”? 

Arle: WHA-!? Uh… Um… Eh… That was just… I, uh… I was amnesiac! You can’t take that seriously! 

Witch: But was it not you who said that, even though she’d lost her memory, her feelings have remained the same? Which would make the previous quote a confe-

Arle: WAAAAH, STOP! STOP, STOP! 

Witch: Now, now, Arle, answer the research question: Was that statement, in fact, a confession of your true feelings~? 

Arle: NONONO, SHUT UP! PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF THE WORLDS, SHUT UP, WITCH! JUST STOP TAAAALKING!!!

-THE END

[silvershiningtarot]

🌸💋PAC18+ What’s The Early Stage Dynamic With Your Future Partner

Pile 1: For This pile, The early stage with you and your partner you two will go through the ups and down with them. This is your twin flame since the sun card came out for the some of you this is your twin flame. I believe this is you for the some of you because the queen of swords came out, you are guarded up person. Your dealing with a family man, probably have kids and they will be devoted to you. I’m hearing that this Love couldn’t be true, you gotta believe it’s true for you. So let it happen. You or them is going through a process of moving on and I felt like maybe 🤔 you or them is dealing with a breakup from other relationships or y’all two will breakup. You or them is going to regret heavy. I believe it’s you because you are the one that is afraid to take that chance with them. You or them is dealing with some money issues and one of you is being immature about it, like just work on it. This is your true love for the some of you, you or them isn’t ready because it’s like this is tough dynamic especially early. You two will be sexual attracted to each other and you two will be magnetic 🧲 to each other like no matter what if you two breakup, y’all will come back together instantly. Very soon you will be ready for them or vice versa. You meant to end cycles with them getting rid of those patterns and old ways. You meant to transform with them and this is will be a tough ass transformation. You both will be shedding the old skin to rebuild a skin. It’s like this person will wreck down your tower even if you don’t want it to collapse down, they’ll knock it down. You two will be flirting with each other, I’m hearing them saying “I wanna see you right now”. You two will share y’all love language with each other maybe one of you is gift given. This is a tough transformation because you two will learn how to forgive yourself and the people who had hurt you two. You two might think that you guys two are better off as friends. You’ll going to think that your delusional or they might think so. But in all honesty for some of you y’all ain’t delusional dahamm!! I don’t like that word either. Both of you might be thinking that they remind you of someone like a ex, family or an past life partner. You two have to take your time with this dynamic because you can’t rush this, you just can’t. Y’all two are made for each other and for some of you this is your ultimate soulmate or twin flame. Again however you want it be. This is ever lasting love for the two of you.This is a soulmate connection and it’s toughest one. Y’all meant to break each other walls down in this early stages. A lot of triggers here. Keep that promise to each other by being supportive of each other no matter what. Please please 🙏🏾 be patient with each other and don’t make assumptions or excuses find a way to get out! Go ahead and MAKE IT EFFORT!!! They are willing make the effort with you. I felt that some of you are stubborn as hell ugh 😑. But you two will come a conclusion to work it out. They will be such a gentleman to you and they will ask what’s wrong with you? I figure what’s the issues here ooh gasp 😱 what the fuck! It’s your family drama people smh 🤦🏽‍♀️ for some of y’all families are some gaslighters, narcissistic traders. I’m sorry who got family like that. These are y’all karmic patterns that’s you both have to face, so awaken those fears. Some things you didn’t notice before you two will notice them now. Y’all will make sweet loving all night long. You two will have a private relationship, nobody will know shit. I understand because of that family shit. Y’all might get married in private and having kids in private. You two will have your own family night playing puzzle games, board games and watching movies together. It’s going to feel like home for the two of you. You two will have a mutual understanding, respect each other emotions. The both of you will be emotional supportive of each other. When you two take y’all time then it will go smooth as you wanted it to be. This Early Stage Dynamic is worth it because it’s worth it.

Pile2: for this pile, You are dealing with a family man who’s very devoted, patient and passionate. They may struggle for power hunger or that can be you. I know that for sure you’ll be fucking horny for them, and committed to them and Vice versa. They are such provider and very successful person. You two are generous to each other. I’m hearing very gentle to each other. Y’all are going to be living together and have such a balance home life. You two will move out together like moving away from a place, a different country or a state. For some you both of you will have a fulfillment life and very loving welcome relationship here. They or you two have a traditional love ❤️ dynamic very old school relationship and chemistry. Like here’s comes love, marriage and baby with a carriage. This old flames 🔥 makes me feel like this old past woman or man will be cut off. Y’all two won’t let nobody else ruin y’all happy life together. Y’all dynamic love language is physical touch, always touching on each other giving each other gifts and compliments. Oh yeah they will love making you smile 😃 all the time and vice versa. For some of you this ex or this person will try come in. They’ll be cut quick before you blink your eyes. You and your partner will become oneness with each other. This is divine union and you two will have a closer connection with each other. This is your true love 💕 for some of you. I’m hearing them saying “I’ll never wanna let you go” they can’t see their life without you, very limitless love ❤️ here. Oh okay��� here’s the obstacles yes this is your ultimate soulmate or twin flame for some of you but here’s the issues. Their going to think that your a bitch. They’ve been wanting some space and they don’t want to talk to you right now or vice versa. You gotta give them time to breathe or vice versa, sometimes it can be the partner fault it’s not always just you. Your or them might be thinking that y’all were just meant to be friends. Only just couple of fight y’all just better off as friend grown up dude! They might have options to get someone else on the side or rebound you like distract their self to someone else. What a dickhead. Them or you might be doing same things because you two are upset. Don’t do things because your emotional right now… pause for a second before you take action on something both of you might regret. They might think that they are single going out partying and drinking alcohol with their friends. Both of you wanna rip each other clothes off, but it’s like bam 💥 one fight happens they single 😑 tuh dude!. Oh now both of you are going to be tired of the bullshit. Cut the petty shit out and Karma is ending for two of you. You two will have a old history love story. I’m hearing it’s going to be legendary. Y’all probably are star-crossed lovers and that’s why you two will be tough on each other. Giving that tough love, because both of you will be supportive of each other. Being each other’s cheerleader and blasting off. They want be your knight and shine armor, they want to be your Prince Charming. You’ll want to be their princess. So you guys just do it. They are gentleman and you two are some super freak want sex all the time. Very passionate lovers here. So when you two fight, you bring that fire 🔥 to the fight as well. You two are some sexual healers for each other. Sex to y’all is healing. So when the bones are good the rest don’t matter. When you two are together.

Pile3: For this pile 3 you two will have a huge tower moment. The both of you will fall apart but it in a good way. This supposed to help you two rebuild yourself back up from the ground. Since the chariot card came out for some of you, the two of you will push and pull through this. Just have to stay strong for each other and be patient. You two will bring a lot of happiness, security, stability and rebuild that new home for each other. Whatever home that your parents or their parents built for them it’s going to break down because that was y’all parents home not y’all home. So yeah break that home down and rebuild y’all home again. Start making y’all own home for each other and your kids make your own rules and freedom. You two will go through your ups and down but this is destiny between you and them. This old flame 🔥 person might or will try their hardest best come back and fuck up y’all home life what you two rebuilding. But this old flame can fuck themselves. You two will rebuild a friendship and strongly be attracted to each other, nothing will stand y’all way. Maybe them or you will have a self-doubt because of this old flame coming back and just starting shit. It don’t necessarily means a ex, it can be a family member, friend or even a sibling that start shit. They may feel depressed about your doubts or the both of you might be doubting y’all connection. Haha 😂 I’m hearing Redman from the seed of chucky “This meant to be baby for real, you know how know because the man upstairs told me so”. So yeah it’s meant to be and you two will have that traditional love as well. Very old fashioned style. Both of you will be meeting the families quick is what I felt. Oh yeah this old flame will be gone quick too because they are going to say that I’m happy for you and let this flame go. So bye bye bye. Hahaha 😝 oh yeah you two will be boyfriend and girlfriend or partner. You two will be expecting some good news by having a fresh start to a new life. You two will be doing a lot of shadow work together. I told you that tower moment, both of you will be depressed or they might be. A lot of bad negative thoughts will go through their mind. You two are on the right path but it’s takes a lot of healing ❤️‍🩹 with the two of you. Your going to remember your first kiss with them and vice versa. They would want a lap dance and vice versa. For some of y’all partners can be some good dancers know how to move that body. Yass sexy 🤤🤤. They will make you so creamy and soaking wet too. Yummy 😋. Your partner is part of your plan and their are part of your destiny. It’s your family drama that will be starting shit. Don’t worry your partner will be there for you and support the hell out of you. Stand by your side. I don’t know if you or them became or was a side piece they had some entanglements with this old flame and shit got complicated. I don’t know let your partner tell you that. They are going to accept you for who you are no matter what and vice versa. You two will have mutual respect and understanding because they will be that emotional support for you and ask you that if you are okay. “Are you okay, talk to me baby”. I can see them just coming up to you asking you if you okay and just rubbing your back. You two will have traditional family night this is similar to pile 2. Passion sensual you two will want sex all the time and sex will be heal for the two of you. Good luck to y’all and y’all dynamic

[simping4villains]

Here’s a part 2 of the Shigaraki oneshot I posted awhile back (since some of y’all were asking for it). I do have both parts posted on both my wattpadd and ao3 account under the same username (along with many other fics). I think i’m going to keep the story going, so check there for more regular updates! <3

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Warning: Sexual content

It had been a couple of weeks since that night in Tomura's apartment. You'd been avoiding him, not responding to his texts and dodging his calls, but he started threatening to stop by your apartment or the elementary school you taught at to check on you, so you finally agreed to see him.

He asked you to meet up with him at the South entrance of the mall where you'd first met. He was wearing the same black hoodie he'd worn on that day. Originally, you had thought he was just introverted and anxious, but now you realized that he probably wore it in an attempt to hide his identity. He didn't want to be recognized in public and have the heroes called in.

God, what an idiot you'd been. You were too naive, too trusting. Now you were in too deep.

"Y/n," he smiled when he saw you. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

Neither were you.

"Of course. I'm sorry if it feels like i've been ignoring you lately, i've just been so busy with my students," you lied. "It's almost winter break."

Tomura had never shown any signs that he'd be violent toward you, but you still weren't sure what he was truly capable of. You'd tried to do research on him and his villain group, but the media didn't have a ton of information. It seemed like he hadn't had any sort of life before the league—not one that you could find, at least.

"It's alright," he said, though you weren't sure if he really believed you or not.

"So, what are we doing? Your text was pretty cryptic."

"I was thinking we could grab a drink and talk."

You were confused. You'd never known Tomura to have much of a taste for alcohol. "Um, I'm not so sure there are any bars in the mall."

"That's okay, I know a place." He turned and started walking down the sidewalk, glancing at you over his shoulder. "Come on."

Alarms were going off on your head. He wasn't giving you enough information. You didn't like not knowing where he was taking you. Then again, you weren't sure how he would react if you refused to follow him. What choice did you have but to play along?

He led you to a bus stop, which only made you feel even more unsettled. When the bud arrived, you took note that it was headed for the Kamino Ward. It wasn't a place you were very familiar with.

Walking through the streets, you tried to guess which bar Tomura was bringing you to, but he kept passing them by. Eventually, the streets became less lively and more deserted. Many of the buildings looked abandoned, including the one that he finally stopped in front of.

"Well, here it is."

"I don't understand, is it like a speak easy or something?"

He gave an amused laugh. "I guess you could say that."

He slipped through the boards that covered the busted door, urging you to follow him. Against your better judgment, you did. The room inside was battered and covered in dust.

"There's nothing here."

"It's downstairs."

You started to feel nauseous. Had his plan been to just kill you all along? Did he not think he could let you live now that you knew who he was?

"Tomura, it's getting late, maybe I should get going. I promised my aunt that I'd stop by tonight. I don't want her to worry."

It was another lie, but he didn't have to know that. You wanted him to think you had places to be, people who would notice if you didn't show up, didn't answer their texts and calls. Your aunt had met Tomura before, so she'd probably give his name to the police if you went missing.

Then again, what had the police been able to do to stop him up to this point?

His smile dropped. You'd never seen him look so hurt. "I knew it. You really are afraid of me."

"Tomura, that's not it at all."

"Then just trust me. Please. Don't leave yet."

You nodded. "Okay."

What else could you say? What else could you do? If he thought you were a flight risk, that might only cause him to kill you sooner.

The two of you crossed the room to a door, which he opened to reveal a closet. You braced for an impact, thinking maybe he would use your confusion as a means to distract you while he knocked you out. Instead, he reached out to the back wall of the closet and pushed it forward, revealing it to be a hidden door. Beyond it was a set of stairs that led to the basement. As soon as he revealed this secret entrance, he pulled a hand out of his pocket and put it over his face. It was part of his villain costume—you remembered the chills it gave you when you'd first seen it on that special news report.

You followed him down and were surprised to find that there really was a bar in the basement of this abandoned building. There were a few people in the room, but the person who caught your attention was the man standing behind the counter, polishing a glass. His body appeared to be made of smoke or something. He looked up at the two of you as you entered.

"Ah, young master Shigaraki, you've returned."

A man sitting at the bar in a skin-tight suit turned toward the two of you. "Yeah, and it looks like he brought a friend. Who the hell is this, boss?!"

The girl sitting beside him, who couldn't have been more than 17, tilted her head and smiled. "Is she a new recruit?"

Tomura shifted awkwardly. You could feel the way he tensed with embarrassment. "This is Y/n. We've been seeing each other for a while now and I thought it was time for her to meet you."

"The boss has a girlfriend? Get it, boss!"

The girl hopped off of the stool she'd been perched on, running over to circle around you and size you up. "What a cutie! I wonder what your blood tastes like?"

Tomura wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him in a protective manner. "Maybe this was a mistake."

The girl laughed. "Oh, don't worry, boss! We're going to be best friends." She beamed at you. "My name's Toga."

The man in the suit hopped up to join you all. "And I'm Jin. But my villain name is Twice because I can duplicate myself and make copies of other people! I don't know if i'm the real deal or just a clone!"

"Don't overwhelm her," Tomura warned, his eyes narrowing at them between the fingers of the hand he wore.

"Oh, no, we wouldn't want to scare her off," one of the other members piped up from the corner of the room, his tone sarcastic. "God knows how hard it is for you to get a date."

You hadn't noticed him before, which seemed shocking now that your gaze met his. His body was covered in what looked like burn scars and even from across the room you could tell he had the most piercing blue eyes you'd ever seen. His demeanor was fairly casual, but still conveyed that he wasn't someone you'd want to mess with. He was a bit terrifying.

Any embarrassment Tomura felt was quickly melting into rage. It seemed he and this other league member didn't get along too well. Despite whatever internal conflict you were facing, you couldn't help but feel bad for him in that moment. Your hand brushed the one he had on your waist, just long enough for him to understand that it had been on purpose and that you'd intended for it to comfort him.

"Just ignore him," Tomura mumbled. "It's what the rest of us do."

"So, what's your quirk?" Toga asked, trying to shift the attention away from the other man.

Twice cut you off before you could answer. "Are you going to join the league? You totally should!"

You looked between Toga and Twice. You had been ready for Tomura to kill you, but nothing could have prepared you for this. "Oh, I—"

"No," Tomura snapped. "She's just here to better understand our cause."

You could feel the silent rage radiating off of him. In his eyes, these two had crossed a line by inviting you to be a part of the league. If it was something you'd decided for yourself, he would have welcomed you with open arms, but he wanted to protect you, and he knew that you would be safest if the heroes never found out about you.

The man in the corner scoffed. "Of course she isn't joining the league. Look at her. She probably couldn't keep up with us."

Tomura's fingers dug into your hip. He was trying to hold himself back, to keep his composure. If this man had been insulting him, he could've just ignored it, or even come back with his own sarcastic retort, but when it came to you—well, it was harder for him to brush it off.

"Y/n," the man behind the bar called. "Come and sit. Would you like some tea? I've always got it ready for master Shigaraki."

"Tea would be lovely," you smiled, glad for someone to diffuse the sudden tension.

You took a seat at the bar, trying to ignore whatever lecture Tomura was giving Twice and Toga about the way they'd ambushed you. You wondered whether or not the other man would get a lecture too. He didn't seem like someone who would really listen. . . or care.

"Sorry about them," the man said as he pushed a cup of tea across the bar to you. "Some of the newer members are so full of charisma. And Dabi, well, he's. . ."

"It's alright. I'm sure they mean well," you replied, forcing a smile. "I didn't catch your name."

"It's Kurogiri."

"Kurogiri," you repeated. "How did you end up becoming a bar tender for the league of villains?"

He laughed. "I am not just a mere bartender. It is my job to keep Tomura Shigaraki safe. I am his sworn protector."

"I didn't think the leader of the league of villains would need protecting."

"There are plenty of people who want to see his downfall—heroes and villains alike. Most don't agree with his mission."

You were about to ask what his mission was when you felt three fingers gripping your shoulder, telling you that Tomura wanted to leave.

"Kurogiri, I'll be in my room if you need me. Come on, Y/n."

He led you through the bar and down a hallway, stopping at the very last door. His room at the league's hideout was smaller than the one in his apartment, and somehow even less decorated. It was very reminiscent of a college dorm, though he had a full-size bed. On his desk you noticed he had a photo strip of the two of you that you'd taken on one of your very first dates. Besides this, his desk was almost completely bare.

"I'm sorry about them," he said as he took a seat on the bed, removing the hand from his face and setting it on the nightstand. "Maybe bringing you here was a mistake after all." His fingers found their way to his neck, mindlessly scratching lines in familiar tracks.

You moved to sit beside him, gently pulling his hand away from his reddening skin to hold it palm-up in your lap. "Toga and Twice seemed nice."

"I just thought maybe if you met everyone then you would see that we aren't as bad as the heroes make us out to be. You'd see that you don't have to be afraid of me."

"I'm not afrai—"

"Stop," he said, his eyes pinching shut like the words pained him to hear. "I feel like you can barely look at me now. You think I wouldn't hesitate to kill you, that your death would be just as meaningless to me as those who have died as collateral—a small sacrifice for my cause."

You didn't know what to say. You had hoped you'd been convincing enough, but Tomura had seen through it. He could tell things had changed between you. Your heart was racing now, wondering what he would do.

He turned to you, his eyes soft and pleading. "I would never do anything to hurt you, y/n—and I would gladly kill anyone who tried. I couldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you."

You swallowed, searching his eyes for any sign of deception, but ultimately decided that this was the truth. He didn't bring you here to kill you, he just wanted you to understand him.

"Kurogiri mentioned that a lot of people don't agree with your 'mission.' What is it you're doing?"

"I want to destroy the world that we live in. You don't know what's going on, so you don't understand how wretched it really is. From the ashes, I'll build a new world—similar to what you believe ours to be."

You had never seen this side of him before. He sounded so. . . evil. "But why do you have to destroy things first? Why can't you just try to make things better?"

He shook his head, pulling his hand away from you. "Society is too far gone. There is no 'making things better' as it stands. We need a fresh start, and I can give it to us."

You nodded slowly, processing everything he was saying. "And what would this new world of yours look like?"

"No more heroes who are only after the pay and praise of a job well done. Just people. People allowed to live their lives without being forced to worship these corrupt imposters."

You thought of your mother, who had been a hero and had died saving others. Had she really been so bad? Had she done it for the wrong reasons? You'd be lying if you said there was never a time where you thought her sense of justice had been selfish. Because of it you had grown up without a mother, without a father, isolated from the rest of the world, discouraged from using and training your quirk. You often wondered how different your life might look now if she had picked a different, more sensible career path.

He continued when you didn't respond. "No one is born a villain, they're created—they're spit out and shunned by this cruel world one too many times. I just want to live in a world where everyone is equal, where no one is treated differently for their quirks."

"Well, I guess. . . I guess that doesn't seem so bad."

He smiled and rested his forehead against yours, bringing a hand up to cup your jaw. "I don't want to live in that world without you by my side. I really do love you."

You held your breath and closed your eyes, weighing everything that he'd said. The man you'd spent the past few months with, Tomu, was sweet, shy, caring. Tomura Shigaraki, the leader of the league of villains, had a reputation for being something else entirely—cold, ambitious, and merciless. Before, you couldn't have believed they really were the same person. Yet sitting here, listen to him speak, it all came together. And you hated yourself because, despite it all. . .

"I love you," you whispered, as if you were ashamed to say the words too loud, afraid that might somehow make them more real.

He pressed his lips to yours, winding his hand into your hair, always careful to keep at least one finger away from you. He'd missed you those past few weeks. He was worried he had lost you. He wanted you to know how much you meant to him—how much he needed you. He had been a mess without you, barely eating or sleeping. He would have fallen apart completely if you'd left. He needed you to know that.

"I thought i'd lost you," he whispered between kisses, his voice like a plea, begging you to keep proving him wrong.

Honestly, you'd thought he'd lost you, too. You had every intention of ending your relationship by avoiding him. Maybe it wasn't fair to do it that way given how long you'd been together, but after learning who he really was, you worried that if you met up with him to end things then he might overreact and become violent. You couldn't have predicted that seeing him would instead make you change your mind.

"I'm still here," you told him, feeling ashamed of yourself. What would Aunt Marci think if she knew you were in love with a villain?

He pulled you onto his lap so that you straddled him, wrapping his arms around your waist so you were caged to his chest. "Are you sure tou don't hate me?" He asked. "You aren't only here telling me the things I want to hear because you're afraid of me?"

You frowned. "I wish that were the case. It would make this all a lot easier."

"You don't want to want to be with me, right? To love me?"

"Right," you agreed, your voice barely audible. You were worried how he might react knowing you were so apprehensive.

His expression didn't change. He didn't erupt into a fit of anger. He brushed the tips of his fingers through your hair before ghosting them along your jaw. "Then i'll just have to keep giving you reasons to want me."

Your lips met again and you melted in his arms. He ran a hand up the back of your shirt, pressing four fingers into your back so that he held you closer. You gasped at his touch and he took the opportunity to catch your bottom lip between his teeth, lightly tugging at it. It was all a painful reminder that, despite everything, you still burned for him.

   You were so weak.

He guided you back on the bed, spreading himself over you and bending to trail feather-light kisses along your neck. "I want to prove that you don't have to be afraid of me," he whispered, his breath tickling your skin.

"How are you going to do that?"

His teeth grazed along your neck. "I'll show you how gentle I can be."

"Tomura, I've already seen that side of you."

He lifted his head from your neck to meet your gaze. He was smirking. God, he was so beautiful. "Not like this."

You didn't even realize he'd grabbed your shirt until it disintegrated around you, flitting away from your body and leaving you feeling vulnerable beneath him, guarded only by the thin lace bra you wore.

He ran his fingers along the edge of it, humming to himself. "Pretty. I don't want to ruin it."

You frowned. "You know, I really wish you wouldn't ruin any of my clothes."

That made him laugh. He thought you were cute when you were mad. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it upset you so much. I just like giving you reasons to wear mine instead."

"I don't have a problem with wearing yours, I just don't want to have to keep spending money on clothes that actually fit me just for you to make them disappear in seconds."

"That's fair." He pressed his lips to your chest before trailing soft kisses down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your jeans. "But it really is so much quicker to decay them," he said as he fiddled with your belt and zipper.

You lifted your hips to help him guide your pants off of your legs. You were surprised when he dragged your panties along with them, exposing you to him. He ran the tips of his fingers down your thighs before settling between your legs. Your breath hitched at the sight alone.

He wove his arms under your legs so that he could grip your hips, pulling you closer to him. Your heart raced as you felt his breath against your core.

"Are you gonna make it?" He asked. "You're looking a bit flustered."

"Will you quit teasing me?"

He flashed a devilishly playful smile. "I'm not teasing you. I fully intend to give you everything you want. It's not my fault if you lack patience."

He placed a gentle kiss on your clit, the rough cracks of his lips creating enough friction to make your toes curl, but it was the soft warmth of his tongue against you that finally drew a moan from your throat. He hummed his satisfaction, which only added to the sensations as he continued exploring your heat with his mouth.

"Tomura, fuck. . ."

Your hand moved to grip his hair, needing something to ground you in reality as pleasure overtook your body and clouded your mind. His tongue moved faster against your clit, rushing you closer to your orgasm. It wasn't long before you completely fell apart, pulling at his hair and crying out his name. Once you'd gotten past the peak of your climax, he moved to lay next to you. He propped himself up on his elbow and lazily ran a few fingers through your hair.

"I'm surprised," you said.

"What do you mean?"

"No games."

"I told you."

"Maybe you aren't so evil after all," you joked.

He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. "Don't tell the others."

"I dunno, you might have to buy my silence," you teased.

"What's your price?"

You snaked a hand behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss, hooking your leg over his hip at the same time so you could press his body against yours. He smirked against your lips, chuckling to himself.

You broke away from him. "What?"

"Was that your answer?"

You avoided the question, instead tugging at his shirt. "This isn't fair. I'm practically naked."

"So that's a yes?"

"Will you just shut up and take your clothes off?"

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head at you. "So impatient. We'll have to work on that."

Despite his chastisement, he listened. He pulled his clothes off and threw them next to yours on the floor before reaching behind you to unhook your bra. His hands covered your breasts, careful as always to keep at least one finger off of you. Then, he leaned into your chest and replaced one of your hands with his mouth, sucking bruises on your skin and flicking his tongue against your nipple.

You bit your lip, trying to contain a moan, not wanting to seem anymore desperate, but it just became a whimper in your throat. You felt him smile against your chest and move his free hand down to between your legs. You were so wet that he slid two fingers in you like it was nothing. He scissored them back and forth, stretching you out as he continued toying with your nipples. You couldn't contain yourself any longer. You tugged at his hair as you moaned his name.

"What is it, baby?" He asked.

You grabbed at his hip, trying to pull him closer to you.

"You want something?"

"Stop teasing me. You said no games."

He feigned a sudden realization. "Ohh, you want me in here?" He thrusted his fingers deeper into you, making sure to curl them over your g-spot and drag another moan from your throat.

"Fuck. Yes."

He kissed your forehead. "Of course, baby."

With the hand that was on your chest, he steadied himself on the bed, and with the other he lined his tip up with your entrance. There were no games. He didn't tease you, he didn't make you beg, he just eased himself in until you were completely filled. You arched against him and dug your nails into his shoulders, loving the feeling of him stretching you out.

"Am I good to move?" He asked after a moment, gently brushing his nose against yours.

You nodded.

He slowly pulled his hips back before sinking into you again, repeating the motion over and over until he found a good rhythm.

His movements were different this time. Before, he had seemed desperate, slamming into you at a rough pace. Now, his stokes were slow, controlled, passionate—like he was using his body to show you all of the things he couldn't say out loud. He was begging you to stay, to love him, to give him a chance to be the person you'd originally thought he was.

And despite all of the alarms going off in your head, you knew you would.

You could feel the knot building once more in the pit of your stomach. He was pushing you closer to the edge with each languid movement, and you could tell by his breathing that he was getting closer too.

At one point he paused and grabbed one of the pillows from the bed, lifting your hips and setting you back down on it. The new angle that it provided was absolutely euphoric. He reached deeper than before, rolling his hips so that he hit all of the right spots.

"Tomura," you moaned.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Yes."

"Are you close?"

You nodded.

"You wanna cum with me?"

"Please," you begged.

"I gonna count you down, alright?"

"Okay."

"Five."

He moved his hand between you.

"Four."

He started drawing quick circles over your clit with his thumb.

"Three."

You could feel your pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.

"T-fuck-two."

You dug your nails into his skin, arching against him.

"One."

You both fell apart, panting and moaning as you let your pleasure wash over you. He caught your lips in a sloppy kiss before moving down your neck, trying to cover every inch of your skin. He wanted you to understand how much he loved you—how much he worshipped you. He wouldn't let you go so easily.

The two of you cleaned up and Tomura gave you another sweatshirt to borrow since he'd decayed your shirt. There was no bathroom attached to his room, so you had to go down the hall. You hadn't taken more than two steps on your way back to his room when you heard a mocking voice.

"Ohhh, Tooomura," He said in a tone meant to mimic your own. "God, it's fucking pathetic."

You turned to see the man from before—the one who'd been a jerk to you in the bar—leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. Your cheeks felt hot—a combination of rage and embarrassment. Had he been listening in on you two?

"It's Dabi, right?" You asked. "Look, I don't know what the fuck your problem is, but will you just leave me the hell alone?"

He kicked off of the wall, closing the distance between you and getting in your face. "My problem is you. I've got big plans for my future and the league can help me see them through, but not if you're here. You're too much of a distraction. You'll just end up making Shigaraki soft—him and the rest of the league."

"I'm not trying to be a distraction," you insisted.

"Oh, please," he scoffed. "It's only a matter of time before you brainwash Shigaraki into thinking that what we're doing is pointless. Love is like a fucking poison."

He shoved past you and disappeared down the hallway. You must've seemed off when you got back to Tomura's room because a look of concern quickly spread across his face.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Fine," you replied, clenching and unclenching your fists as you kept your gaze trained on the floor. You were trying to keep your anger from bubbling over and causing you to do something stupid. How could Dabi think you were bad for Tomu? You wouldn't make him soft. You wouldn't make him give up on the world he was trying to create—a world where everyone was equal. Why would you?

"Are you sure?"

You finally looked up at him. Your determination was radiating off of you as you announced: "I want to join the league."

[cultofdixon]

No longer the man I once knew

Negan Smith • She/her Pronouns • It’s been years since you’ve seen each other. The last time you talked, he was seeking advice on how to handle scary news like cancer. Now you were face to face with the leader of the Saviors • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon Violence / Past Abuse / Scars / Injuries / Anxiety Attacks • Canon re-written • Fuckton of flashbacks

Requested by: @ravenrose18

“Wow…uhm. Are you okay?”

“I honestly don’t know what to fuckin’ feel in this moment” Negan frowns gripping the bottle in hand a bit too tight. “Fuck. I’m gonna lose her”

“Now don’t think that. Yeah brain cancer is one of the harder ones but you’ve gotta have some hope”

“What hope is there if I’m gonna fucking lose her, Y/N?”

Y/N sighs taking the bottle out of Negan’s hand and chucking it into the bushes. Which didn’t bring out the man’s good side and before he could even think about snapping. She suddenly smacked him in the face and before he could react to that. Y/N grabbed his chin forcing him to look at her.

“Treatment will help. She is doing everything she can to stay alive and all she needs is you in her corner” Y/N states and before he even got another word in she tighten her grasp slightly. “Forget about the slut on the side. Forget about every wrong thing you did up until you found out your wife has cancer. And be there for her”

Negan couldn’t think another thought when Y/N said all of that. All he thought was what he needed to do for Lucille.

~

And he did everything he could. Even in the end of the world.

“Y/N!” Rick yells off the top of his lungs to gain the woman’s attention as her eyes glued onto the few carrying Maggie into the RV. “We need to get to the hilltop now” the worry spilled in his voice as Y/N picked up the pace grabbing her bow along the way before piling into the RV.

Y/N quickly went to Maggie’s side, her best friend in this hellish world, taking her hand into both of hers. Letting her squeeze as hard as she could because of the pain she was currently enduring.

“I’ve gotcha Mags. I’ve gotcha”

“Y/N…” Maggie started to sob even harder than before. “What if I lose the baby…and Glenn isn’t there for me?”

“I’m here. I’m here for you” She reassures as she squeezed her hand. “And you’re not losing this baby. We are going to get to Carson and everything is going to be fine”

“You promise?”

Promises are hard…harder now when every day has more unpredictable possibilities…but hell, she’s going to go back on her own values.

“I promise, Mags. I fucking promise”

And it seemed to all go down hill from there.

Messing with that outpost by killing everyone inside the building. Lead to the “rest” of them surrounding each possible route to the Hilltop. Meaning the group inside the RV eventually had to pack up, get Maggie on a board, and carry her to the Hilltop through the woods.

The plan went smoothly at first…

Then they came crashing down again.

Y/N was leading the way to the hilltop while the others carried Maggie. And when she suddenly stopped, so did the rest of them.

“Y/N what’s—-“

“Well…well…well…” the unnamed man laughs to the small group as his(?) men started to surround the group. “Look at what we’ve got here”

Suddenly the outdoors felt like the surroundings was slowly caving in on themselves. Bringing out the anxiety buried in claustrophobic individuals. Y/N tried reaching for the handgun on her hip when a similar weapon was pressed directly into her head.

“Uh uh little lady. We are gonna take those weapons from yea and get y’all in line” another unnamed man states as he presses the gun harsher until his words got to all of them to surrender their weapons.

Once the weapons were handed over, at least the guns and the bow on Y/N’s back, they were forced to be put in line and on their knees. Even Maggie in her state which didn’t settle well with anybody but it showed on Y/N’s face with the rage she felt in the moment.

When the rest of their group was brought out and joining them in this line up, Y/N did her best to contain herself instead of taking care of the issue by herself. Like she’s get any far without a weapon.

“Let’s meet the man shall we?” Clearly, the one who this…well…

________

“What’s your name?” Rick asks the man the group had detained from meeting his end like the rest of his colleagues did in the outpost.

“Negan”

Negan?

Glenn took notice of how the color left Y/N’s complexion entirely when this stranger they never met before said an old familiar name. Clear to her, this man wasn’t the Negan she knows, and most likely this leader wasn’t either. But she still felt like she was going to faint from the deceleration.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Glenn asks, growing worried for his friend who immediately turned away from everyone throwing up.

“What the fuck just happened?” Daryl scoffs watching Rosita hold Y/N’s hair back to avoid getting vomit in it. “Y/N. What does that name mean to you?”

“Just…” She coughs a bit before straightening up. “Somebody I used to know” she groans slightly, taking the handgun out of her holster and pressing it against the guy’s temple. “Tell us your actual name”

“I ain’t saying SHIT” He hissed and that’s when his radio started to go off.

________

As the man that bears the name every single one of the unknown carries on themselves, the original if you may. He makes his presence known as the new villain in their stories…and boy did it unlock a lot of the past that the group was going to learn about you.

“Pissing our pants yet?” He laughs, god his infectious laugh, caught everyone off guard as the tension grew.

Y/N hasn’t drawn her eyes away from him waiting for the second he looks at her. In hopes something will flip to have this become “an honest mistake” and let them go. Let them take care of her best friend. Her new family.

But he had a completely different feeling when locking eyes with her.

I thought she was dead

She just. Left before the outbreak.

She had a part of this?

I wonder…if she…no

No. I can’t. “One of y’all has to pay for what happened at the outpost” Negan frowns drawing his attention away from Y/N as her whole body tensed when he started pout I h his bat to her family. “One of y’all…has to be the example”

Please…Please don’t Y/N felt her anxiety get the best of her when watching this man she once knew…her best friend from the old world…someone that always had a piece of her heart in the grasp of their hand…was about to kill one them for what they did. But what has he done since they’ve last seen each other?

As eenie, meanie, bullshit seems to be his shtick. Y/N noticed immediately that he would completely ignore her giving her a sense of immunity. But that’s always temporary.

Negan gave one last glance to Y/N, studying her features and watching her a split second before raising his bat about to knock right into Abraham’s skull. The man himself already prepared to meet his end.

But it happened so suddenly. Abraham opened his eyes to find himself on his back and Y/N planted in front of him holding the bat in Negan’s hands letting the blood pour from the barbed wire that embedded itself into her palms.

“Cmon Smith…this ain’t like you”

Suddenly the big bad villain froze as he pulled the bat away hearing the tearing of skin from Y/N’s palms which broke him. But there wasn’t much time to think on how he just hurt someone close to him.

When the gun shot rang through

________

“Hey”

Y/N flinches slightly not expecting anybody else at the bus stop at this hour. She immediately looked away in hopes that Negan would walk away if she pretended she didn’t know him.

But the man has always been stubborn. Patient for the most part, but stubborn.

Negan sat beside Y/N looking at their surrounding and no cars anywhere at this time. He wondered himself what time it was but granted, when he got the call, he half expected Y/N to be gone by now.

“Your ma called me. Thinkin’ you were with Lucille and I”

Nothing

“Why didn’t yea tell me yer dad was hitting yea again?”

Y/N didn’t say a single word to Negan, all he heard was the sniffles coming from her when he asked that. She didn’t want to say “yes” out loud or anything in response because it made it real. The bruises were already a reminder of what happened hours before this moment.

“Well…I ain’t letting yea get on a bus and run away from this shit. But I’m also not letting you go home. Your ma ain’t helpin’. Your dad is a fucking bitch. So you’ll stay with Lucille and I.”

“…really?”

“Yeah. I ain’t lettin’ another soul hurt yea”

“Thanks Smith…”

________

Negan dropped his bat to catch Y/N as one of his own decided to shoot her down for stepping out of line. Thankful the shot was in her left side, but given how much blood she already lost to his hand—-he wasn’t going to let this slide.

The way this man threatened their lives was now being gentle with one of their own. He set her down on the floor listening to her hyperventilate and without a word he snapped at his right hand Simon pointing to her. Which meant to take care of her and get the bleeding to stop. He and another he instructed to help took care of Y/N in the moment which lead to confused looks from her group.

“Who did it” Negan frowns slowly reaching for his bat and once he picked it up. His anger spilled. “WHO THE FUCK DID IT”

It didn’t take long for the man who fired the shot to step forward and follow Negan’s gestures for him to step in front of the line up.

“On your knees”

“B—“

“ON YOUR KNEES” He snaps gripping his bat as if he could break it in half with the force. Once the man did and the group continued to have a tense feeling for what he’s about to do, but also if Y/N would make it that night.

“What’s your name?”

“N—“

“No. Your fucking birth name”

“I—Uh. Kyle”

“Well Kyle. Meet your fucking maker” and everyone witnessed what would happened to Abraham if Y/N didn’t step in.

Once the guy was…splattered on the dirt road, Negan knew he had to show them more of that he means business. But the way the color was fading in Y/N’s complexion, his mind went all over the place.

Why the fuck did she have to be a part of this group Negan groans heading toward the RV and tossing his bat inside before approaching the leader, Rick. “You’re comin’ with me. Y’all watch the rest. Make sure they don’t do nothin’. And Simon” he turned back to the situation seeing him apply pressure to the bullet wound. “Take her back to the Sanctuary.”

“No!” Maggie yells watching her best friend get taken by his men as she tried to get up but immediately fell down given her situation. “Please. Please don’t take her”

The leader of the Saviors quietly approached the sobbing brunette crouching to her level.

“If it weren’t for her…I wouldn’t hesitate to kill every single one of you fuckers for what y’all did” as Maggie continued to sob into the dirt, Negan rose to his feet approaching Rick and grabbing the retired sheriff by the hair dragging him to the RV and show their leader he means business in a different way.

Negan shoved Rick into the seat, slamming his hatchet into table before him. He brought himself to the driver’s seat gripping the steering wheel watching the car they loaded Y/N up in, drive away.

You came back

When I’m no longer me

________

Negan quietly approaches Y/N’s door about to knock when he realizes the door was open. So with a bit of hesitation he pushes it open and finds most of Y/N’s belongings were gone. His anxiety started to get the best of him as he rummages through the entire room for any sign of where she could’ve went.

But then it was obvious. Negan picked up the letter with his name on it from her desk and slowly sat down on her bed.

You don’t need any distractions when caring for the woman you love. I’ll come back someday…but I have to find myself, by myself.

I love you Smith. Don’t get into any trouble when I’m gone.

Y/L/N

Negan felt the tears come on as he wished she never left. Wished he saw the signs that she was going to.

________

Now he wasn’t going to let her go

The pain…wasn’t..unbearable. This felt weird. Nothing like the injuries from running from the prison…or the cannibals.

Y/N slowly wakes in an unfamiliar place and once the confusion settled in. She shot up in the bed seeing her injures were taken care of and that she was attached to an IV. An IV? In this hell? But that didn’t matter anymore. She took it out a bit roughly that would obviously cause blood as she grabs some of the loose gauze from the tray beside her bed to apply pressure.

She didn’t account for how long she has been in the bed or out cold for that matter, that she immediately fell to the ground after getting up.

“Fuck…” Y/N groans as the thud didn’t go unnoticed by the man supposedly guarding her room.

“Shit. You’re awake. Alright. I gotta get the big man but first let me help—-“

“Fuck off” Y/N sighs smacking the hands away when he tried to help her. “Don’t touch me”

“Y-Yes ma’am”

Weird. Y/N frowns helping herself get up and realizing she’s practically naked. “Get the fuck out. I’ll be out in a minute”

After getting the clothes provided to her on, Y/N was lead through the entire place called the Sanctuary. It was creepy even if some parts of the place were “homey”.

“Here we are” the man opens the door to another room letting Y/N in as she tensed even more.

It doesn’t matter if..I know him. I need to leave. Need to see Maggie. Check on my family Y/N frowns examining the place. Even if they’ll never believe my words she sighs knowing this will be difficult to go back to normal.

Y/N quickly turned around when the door opened once more and Negan appeared.

“Hey…”

“Start talking Smith”

“Now come on. I haven’t seen yea in years and—-“

“You’ve murdered a fuckton of people and for what exactly?”

“May I remind you, that your little group ended up in my line up because they murdered a shitton of my people? If y’all didn’t—-“

“Negan Smith fucking explain why you are a goddamn dictator” Y/N snaps not listening to anything more except the obvious elephant in the room. “How could you do this? The stories I’ve heard…the people you’ve killed…the child you killed…what happened to you that lead you to become this monster?”

“I lost Lucille. Lost my home. Lost you. It does a lot to a man”

“Losing me…made you a terrible person?” The hurt in her voice made him regret saying that, but even then he can’t find a way to make what he said even better. “Negan. I don’t know how Lucille died…I have some idea…but I don’t believe she would’ve liked how you turned out for whatever was the turning moment for you”

The way Negan was looking at her made both their anxiety grow. Negan wanted to tell her what happened, what lead to his total change. While Y/N was simply afraid of what he could do or what he did.

“How long was I out?!”

“A few days why—“ Negan was suddenly forced against the door startling the few that thought eavesdropping on the two would be interesting. “Y/N what the—-“

“Did you kill anyone from my family? Did you do something un-fucking-thinkable to the people I care about?!”

“No! Well. One of them was taken here. But the guy I’ve got watching him was instructed not to do anything. For—-“

“If you say for me, I’ll snap you in half. Now tell me. How the fuck you got here” Y/N snaps shoving him back and going to sit on the bed when she felt a pain in her side. “Fuck”

“You—“

“No! Answer my question”

“But you’re bleeding—-“

“Just. Fucking answer. I’ve been through fucking worse” Y/N frowns rising to her feet and approaching the small kitchenette while Negan kept his distance even if every part of him wanted to help.

I understand…Grief brings out of a lot of emotions. Rick was definitely scary when Lori died the way that she did. Hell he went through his own darkness. But he never killed in the way Negan did.

“You need to let my friend go…” Y/N frowns lifting her shirt slightly to press the towel against her bleeding bandage. “And let me go.”

“I can’t do that”

“Smith…”

“Please.” Negan begged. He never did that. He cautiously stepped closer watching her not resent his advance. “I can’t lose you now that I’ve got you back”

“Then change”

If only it was that simple.

Negan had told their group he would visit in a week to collect half of their belongings. But since having Y/N, he didn’t care per se. He still had his men do check ins to make sure they were still collecting enough to provide for the Saviors…but he never went himself to collect. Which lead to an uncomfortable conversation.

“No. You can’t just let that happen”

“Ever since she left with them, he’s never threatened us. With himself at least” Rick states crossing his arms. “We’ll need to get Daryl back and then—-“

“Then get Y/N back” Maggie snaps almost immediately given the conversation was simply leaving Y/N with Negan who has a short fuse and anything could happen to the girl. She wasn’t about to lose her best friend to a mad man.

Even if Y/N was conflicted with her own decision.

“What are you doing here?” Dwight questions Y/N’s presence by the cells. He immediately noticed the black dress she was given after being there for a few weeks. “You’re one of the main guy’s wives. You have to stay in your designated—-“

Y/N socked Dwight in the face as he stumbled back holding his nose from the bullseye shot she landed.

“Leave.”

“I’ll tell—-“

“I don’t give a fuck” Y/N snaps taking the keys off his person watching him leave and she knew this felt rather easy. Is Negan doing what she wants…except for what she actually wants.

When the door opened and Y/N saw the state w that Daryl was in. Her heart shattered.

“He’s a lair” Referring to the fact that when he said he won’t hurt anyone she cares about. “Let’s go D”

“That easy? Seriously?” Daryl scoffs. “What are you to this guy?” He winces when he rose to his feet and Y/N kept a look out before leading the way to an exit.

“He…” He still is. “used to be someone very important to me”

“What like an ex-lover?” Daryl quickly pulled Y/N back into a corridor when he heard footsteps approaching. “Was he always an egotistical bastard?”

“He had his moments” She whispers looking at the floor as Daryl felt tense for a moment, knowing the second they are out of there he would ask her to come with him. Go back to their group…their family…but this is the first time he could actually read her. He’s known her for years and she’s kept a good front, even when moments she would want to fall apart.

“Merle was a bastard his whole life”

“As you’ve said” Y/N went to check for their window and once they had it, Daryl took her wrist before she lead the way.

“But he still did some good. Now I don’t want yea to stay here. I really don’t want you to give your life up just to keep a bastard from hurting your family.” Daryl frowns letting go of her as she brought herself close once more giving the archer a sad look on her face. “Do what you need to do”

Of course Y/N got and took the blame for Daryl escaping. But she wasn’t punished and wasn’t given a public punishment like Negan usual does. Which lead to an uprising finally happening. The residence had enough of Negan’s rules and were thankful to Y/N that they even suggested a change in leadership.

“You’ve changed me”

“Just from existing? Never thought that would be possible” Y/N frowns watching the people pack up their belongings that were rightfully theirs and some of her own group split everything between the communities that the Saviors took from, at least the ones still standing.

“When you lived with me in the old world, you made me a better person. Made me a better partner” Negan frowns knowing that his demise will be met very soon given the window people are given. “I just never thought I’d be losing you again even when I—-“

“Who says you’re losing me? I just got you back. The you I once knew.” Y/N states watching Negan’s features relax. “Yeah we are gonna be running for the rest of our lives because you’ll be hunted…but at least I know my family is safe”

“But aren’t I just causing problems by keeping you from your family? The family…you’ve always wanted?”

“I had the family I’ve always wanted. I lost Lucille and I saved you.” Y/N sighs gripping the string of her bow as it wraps around her front. “You’ll have to repay me with time, Smith”

“I can do that…”

[an-unknown-writers-world]

If You Love Her

 Summary: Rooster gives Hangman dating advice with a twist. Reader explains her relationship with Hangman to Phoenix. Heavily based on the Forest Blakk song “If You Love Her” ft Meghan Trainor.

Warnings: Angsty, bad writing(?), super cheesy, moments of reader’s self-doubt (I’m sure I’m missing some warnings here)

Pairing(S):  Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader// Hangman x Rooster!Friend // Reader x Phoenix!Friend // Rooster x Phoenix – mentions of past Hangman x Phoenix and past Rooster x Reader

Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, mentions of the rest of Dagger Squad

Word Count: 1807

A/N: This was a whole new style of writing for me. Thank you to Forest Blakk for basically writing this for me. Some how this song just ended up on loop for me at work one day and the scene between Rooster and Hangman just made itself crystal clear in my mind.

(Reader POV)

The Hard Deck was packed tonight. There was no special occasion or event, just another Friday night. All of Dagger Squad was there. Bob and Coyote were currently killing Payback and Fanboy in a game of pool, Rooster and Hangman were throwing darts, and Phoenix sat at the bar catching up with you.

You weren’t sure what happened on the mission; ever since they came home, they all seemed to be getting along like they were lifelong best friends. But you knew better. You’d been around since the beginning – through all of their cadet times at Top Gun and since they came back again. Natasha Trace was one of your best friends, and Jake Seresin was your boyfriend of six months.

“Wanna go for a walk on the beach?” Nat asked you.

“Sure!” Thankful for the idea of taking a break from the noise and a chance to speak to her privately. “Let me just tell Jake really quick.”

“I’ll meet you out back.” She agreed.

You pulled yourself from the bar and found your way toward the boys playing darts. Rooster was focused on the board, and Jake seemed lost in thought. When he noticed you approaching, he broke into a cheek-splitting grin.

“Hey babe,” He greeted you with open arms.

6 months and you still felt like the rest of the world melted away when he looked at you like that.

“Hi,” You beamed back, leaning into his chest. He kissed the top of your head.

Rooster cleared his throat.

“Hey Bradley,” You greeted.

“Hey,” He smiled back, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Y’all want a few minutes?”

“No,” You shook your head. “Just came to tell you that Nat and I are going for a walk on the beach.”

“Everything okay?” Jake asked, concerned.

“Yeah, just want an escape from the noise for a few minutes.”

“Okay,” Jake nodded, “Just be safe.”

“I promise to not fall into the ocean,” You chuckled, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

You pulled away, a smile still on your face; Jake winked at you and made your way toward the back deck. As soon as you closed the door behind you was an instant relief – the sea breeze on your face and the sound fading away. Natasha smiled back at you and wrapped her arm in yours.

“You know that I love you, right?” Nat spoke, not waiting for a response. “But, can we chat?”

 (Hangman POV- 3rd Person) 

“Can we talk?” Rooster said, leaning against a chair.

“This doesn’t sound good,” Jake responded.

“It’s just that I know you, and” Rooster hesitated for a second. “I want to give you some advice.”

“Unsolicited advice is always great,” Jake laughed. 

“Just listen, okay?”

Jake nodded, realizing that Rooster was serious. 

“If she gives you her heart, which she clearly has, don’t you break it.”

Rooster closed his eyes for the briefest moment, Jake noticed something was off. 

“Let your arms be a place she feels safe in.” Rooster continued. “She always has trouble falling asleep, and she likes to cuddle under the sheets. She loves pop songs, dancing, and bad trash TV.” He paused for another moment to make sure that Jake was still listening. “There are still a few other things. She loves love notes, babies, and giving gifts. She has a hard time accepting compliments. She loves her whole family and all of her friends.” He took another deep breath, “Most importantly, on days when it feels like the whole world might cave in, stand side by side, and you’ll make it. She’s the best thing that you’ll ever have. She’ll love you if you love her like that.”

A quiet moment passed between them. Jake’s mind was thrown in a hundred different directions. Not sure which questions to ask and what conclusions to draw without any specifics. How much of the back story really mattered? Everything Rooster was saying was true. Jake loved her in a way he never knew possible. 

 (Readers POV)

You and Natasha had stopped at the edge of the soft sand, and stretched out in front of you was the dimly lit ocean and the sound of crashing waves nearly drowning out the nagging thoughts in the back of your mind. 

“The phrase can we chat is awful,” You tried to joke. 

Natasha laughed, “Sorry, and I’m practically dragging this out.”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad. What’s going on?” You asked.

“It’s about Hangman,” She grimaced, “It’s just, I just,” her stutter was concerning you. 

“What about him?” 

“Well, I know you, and I know him. But I see the two of you together,” She hesitated with a smile, “I don’t know how else to say it besides that you are obnoxiously in love.”

You laughed, “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No,” she shrugged, “At least until he breaks your heart. And we both know it’s only a matter of time until that happens. 

“Maybe, maybe not?” You shrugged. “Let me try to explain,”

Nat nodded, willing to hear you out.

“His arms are where I feel the safest; he never says no to cuddling under the sheets or gets upset with my obnoxious music and terrible dance moves.”

Nat laughed, “They can be pretty awful,”

“Hey!” You smacked her playfully. “He understands my deep love for my family and friends and accepts that sometimes they will be my priority. He keeps all the ridiculous love notes I leave him and leaves his own for me.” You hesitated before going on. “And you know me, I’ve rarely felt comfortable in my own skin, and no matter how much self-doubt I let in, he always says, ‘You’re perfect to me.”

“Cheesy,” Nat chuckled,

“On the worst days, the days that feel like the whole world might cave in when we stand side by side, it actually feels like we’ll make it.” You paused for a moment smiling to yourself; in vocalizing all these things, you realized how much you truly loved him. “Honestly, he’s more than my best friend, forever and then some. No matter what, I’ll choose him over and over again.” 

Natasha squeezed your arm reassuringly. “He never made me feel that way,” She spoke softly. 

The comment didn’t take you by surprise. None of you had outright spoken the words, but you knew Natasha and Jake had a history. But you were a firm believer of ‘what’s in the past is past. “But Rooster does,” You mentioned with a smile.

She nodded, “Yeah,” she smiled, “Yes, he does.” 

“He never did with me.”

“Wait, what?” She exclaimed. “I mean, I always suspected, but I.”

“It was a long time ago,” You stated, cutting her off, “We’re both past it. But it just goes to show you that the right person makes a world of difference.” 

 (Hangman POV- 3rd Person)

“How do you know all of this?” Jake finally asked, “This all seems a little too specific to be general advice.”

Rooster closed his eyes, “Because I didn’t do these things,” He opened them and looked Jake right in the eye, “and it cost me everything I ever thought I loved, including her.”

“What?” Jake’s jaw dropped in shock. He thought it was possible that you and Bradley had some kind of past, but it was never an issue, so he never pried. If it was important, he trusted you to bring it up. 

“It was a long time ago; we’re both past it.” Rooster stated, almost emotionless. “I grew up a lot after our relationship. Mave made sure that I knew full well that I blew it. But it just goes to show you that the right person makes a world of difference.”

Jake took a moment to try and collect his thoughts, choosing his next words carefully. “Whether you believe me or not, I will not break her heart.” He gripped his pool cue, almost as if it gave him the confidence to finish the conversation. “She is more than my best friend, forever and then some. No matter what, I’ll choose her over and over again.”

“That’s all I could ever hope for both of you,” Rooster smiled.

 (Reader Person)

“Does Bagman know about you and Rooster?” Natasha asked.

You laughed at the name; she only ever used it if she was trying to lighten a situation, “It’s never been a secret, but we’ve never talked about it either.”

“We should probably go back inside and check on them then.” She turned the two of you to start walking.

“Oh lord, what is Rooster doing?” You rolled your eyes. 

“Eh, I can only guess how he went about it; but he basically intended to make sure that Jake knew not to break your heart.”

You rolled your eyes. “Great,” you huffed.

The relationship between you and Bradley didn’t end with you hating each other. It was one of the mythical mutual breakups. You weren’t what he needed at that point, and he couldn’t give you what you wanted emotionally. You never stopped considering him a friend, and he frequently stepped up in an older brother kind of role in the last few months, but this was a whole new level. 

 (Hangman POV- 3rd Person)

The creek of the back deck door opening stole Jake’s attention. Without a thought, he silently handed his pool cue off to Rooster and walked straight toward her. Even in a packed bar, his determination propelled him quickly through the bar. 

She caught his movement in the corner of her eye and turned towards him, smiling at him like he had hung the stars in the sky. It had only been a few minutes since the last time they saw each other, but in that short time, through deep conversations, they saw each other in a new light. 

When he was within arms reach, he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, pulling her impossibly close, and her hands settled in the small of his back. His lips crashed into hers, and he kissed her breathlessly.  

He pulled back just enough to look at her and cradle her face in one of his hands. She closed her eyes, leaning into it and kissing his hand’s palm.

“I love you.” Jake confessed, “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

She knew; of course, she did. But this time, she saw something different when she looked up into his emerald green eyes. Unadulterated love and devotion.

“I know,” She smirked, trying not to inflate his ego too much. “I love you too.”

He kissed her again, and the crowd in the bar cheered. 

She pulled away laughing, embarrassed by the attention.

“Guess I forgot we were surrounded by people.” Jake laughed.

“Just another night at The Hard Deck.” Coyote joked. 

  A/N: If you’ve made it this far - thank you so so so much for reading! My Masterlist can be found here. All work is also available on AO3  

[blacksapphhicmaddonna]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH, ALPHABET MAFIA

just a few reminders:

- first pride was a riot

- black & BIPOC queer people are the foundation of our entire nation and the global culture

- we owe most of our rights and progress to BIPOC trans women/femmes and different communities of lesbians, trans/gnc folks and elders.

- trans people have always existed, they are ancient and indigenous to many cultures and places and are SACRED.

- I’m glad you’re here and there is community out there for you, waiting with open arms. Don’t give up just yet, please.

- rainbow capitalism isn’t liberation

- we are all we have, be fucking better to each other

- lesbians have done so much for lgbtqia+ people and should maybe idk stop being erased for no reason

- biphobia is real and just bc your ex cheated on you doesn’t make it bi folks fault, you’re projecting babe

- being queer doesn’t dissolve white privilege, pls touch grass

- be safe at pride. they’re coming for us all and we need to protect ourselves.

- not everyone wants to use the word queer/dyke/fag etc. I’m glad you reclaimed the slurs used against you, me too, but not everyone wants to and you need to respect that. LGBTQIA+* exists for a reason.

- the black and brown belong on the flag.

- the A is for asexual/romantic or agender, not ally.

- get some pussy (or whatever you do (or don’t do)) and make space for joy! because black/queer joy is revolutionary and fucking righteous just as much as our anger is, too

- Juneteenth coming up too, issa parade in my city fr

- asexuals/aromantics belong at pride. Period. Full stop.

- safe sex is the best sex

- get tested!

- it’s okay to not watch the news. america is hell, go take a nap

- people 100% know themselves better than you ever will, people are who they say they are and you don’t get to decide that for them. respect pronouns, identity, etc. or argue w ya mama/god/someone else cause it ain’t finna be me ❤️

- you deserve relationships that feel safe and actually are safe. Don’t settle.

- learn your queer history. they won’t teach us. they took our elders from us.

- Black LGBTQIA+* history IS Black History.

- we all need to be thankful to the house mothers and the ballroom scene and those who gave us what we have now, regardless of who you are.

- don’t call yourself a stud if you’re not BLACK. wit a capital B and at least one BLACK parent.

- not everyone is out. happiest of pride month to y’all. you’re still gang and we love you just as much. 💗

- our collective liberation lies in the fact that we are all tied to each other. if you’re down for the gays but not the theys, you’re not as decolonized as you think you are.

- shout out to fanfiction writers who have been single-handedly providing queer art/content/representation for years while the industry continues to make a mockery of us or intentionally leave us out. one thing we gonna do is help someone find their queer awakening, and get that story right. love us 🤪 go team

- your life means something. it’s important beyond comprehension. you look good. your ass is fat (if you want it to be). get the mullet as a lil treat.

- LGBTQIA+* people across the board have ALWAYS existed in literally every culture and every continent (and Antarctica counts if you count the cute lil gay penguins😌). Don’t let them tell you different. We are not a “mInOrItY”, we have been MINORITIZED. we are not small, we are great and mighty and have ALWAYS been here. And we always will. We exist in the future just as we have existed in the past. We stand on the shoulders of MASSIVE collective ancestors. If that’s not an indication to keep going, keep fighting, keep laughing, dancing, voguing, and keep showing up authentically - then I don’t know what is.

- it’s gonna be ok baby. pinkie promise.

[vivalas-vega]

new perspectives / part four / jake ‘hangman’ seresin

y’all this one is a doozy... I cried three separate times while writing it. I apologize in advance :( as always let me know what you think and if you want to be added to the taglist!

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warnings: language, drinking, angst !!!, this chapter is basically an episode of grey’s anatomy (which means lots of medical inaccuracies and lots of drama)

San Diego had thoroughly and completely captured your heart, you now spent your days during the mindless surgeries thinking back to the cloudless skies, relaxed people, and beautiful beaches… along with just a few people who made it so much better. That day after your first Hard Deck outing had consisted of hitting the touristy areas on your own during the morning, sitting on the beach exactly when the Daggers had told you to so you could very briefly see them in the air, and going out to their favorite food truck before you inevitably had to return back to Boston and when you did you felt yourself itching to head back west. You did what Jake had asked of you and (theoretically) kept your options open… you’d been quite the jetsetter this month as you visited hospitals in Seattle, Los Angeles, Austin and New Orleans and they were all just as interested in you as San Diego but they just couldn’t match what they were willing to invest in you and so you’d made your choice.

Jake had kept up his end of the promise and let you make the decision, but he didn’t seem as enthusiastic about it as you had hoped. It wasn’t that he was disappointed per se but it wasn’t the response you’d been banking on… you got that response from everyone else though, and Rooster and Phoenix had been incredible in helping you with your impending cross-country move. You’d sent them to house showings and spent countless hours on facetime as they walked you through house after house until all three of you unanimously decided on a beautiful Spanish revival home right in Coronado. Sure, it was a fixer upper and would require a lot of love and a lot of elbow grease but you saw the potential and all the Dagger’s had easily offered up their services to help you bring your vision to life. 

Blake had been surprisingly great throughout the whole thing, you’d expected (and were kind of hoping) for him to cut and run when you’d told him your decision but he stayed… he’d looked through listings with you, helped you pack up your apartment and make several Goodwill runs, and even organized a going away party after your last official surgery at the bar near the hospital with all of your friends and favorite attendings. You really were expecting things to fizzle out once you told him you were moving but they didn’t, and as many times as you tried to tell him he didn’t have to stick around he was more than content to do so… you knew he saw a future with you but he also knew that you didn’t, and he was okay with that. He was content to just be in your bubble until he couldn’t, and no matter how badly you felt about hurting him he didn’t seem to mind. 

Standing there in your empty apartment and overlooking the hospital from your bedroom window you were reminded of when you and Jake stood in exactly this spot all those years ago… so much had happened since then. You really truly became a doctor, you studied for and passed your intern exam, you completed your first solo surgery, you and your fellow residents just about went insane prepping for the boards. You learned who you were out here, and for that you would always love the city of Boston but you wouldn’t necessarily miss the accents or that faint smell of the harbor that seemed to waft for blocks. 

“Hey, I’m glad I caught you,” you heard Blake say, turning to see him cautiously entering through your open front door and you gave him a small smile.

“Just taking a moment before I head to the airport,” you said and he nodded, closing the distance between you with a thin black box in his hand that you were terrified was a necklace or a bracelet. 

“A little going away present,” he said and you took it carefully.

“You’ve already done so much, you really didn’t have to get me anything,” you said as you opened the lid and let out a soft gasp… it was a beautiful black and gold Montblanc pen with Dr. Jupiter engraved along the side and you looked at him with wide eyes. “Blake…”

“Congratulations, you’re truly an incredible doctor and I would have been remiss if I let this moment pass by without properly celebrating it.” he said as you wrapped your arms around him and your phone dinged as you pulled away letting you know your car was here… he seemed to understand as you looked up at him and nodded, reaching around you to grab your carryon. “Come on, I’ll walk you down.”

“Thank you… for the pen and for just sticking around these last few weeks,” you said as you strolled through your lobby.

“Thank you for letting me,” he said, closing you into the car and you looked through the open window at him for a moment before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down to meet your lips for a chaste kiss. You had briefly wished that you could envision a life here with him, he was sweet and predictable and stable, but you couldn’t... this wasn’t your story or your life, you had a new life awaiting you in San Diego.

“You’re a really great guy, Blake. I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed,” you said and he just smiled.

“Don’t be. Now get out of here, go be extraordinary and don’t forget sunscreen… I look forward to reading your groundbreaking papers in the medical journals,” he said, tapping on the hood of the car to signal your driver and you gave him a soft wave as he faded into the distance. 

“You’re here!” Phoenix had squealed as you climbed out of Jake’s truck in front of your new home and she all but tackled you to the ground in a hug that soon all the Dagger’s had joined in on. They led you inside and gave you a tour because frankly… they knew it a lot better than you did and you laughed as you saw paint swatches along a living room wall and looked at Jake questioningly.

“She threatened to shoot me out of the sky if I didn’t give her the keys after I picked them up,” he said, gesturing to Phoenix.

“We have to hit the ground running! I picked some colors based on the inspiration photos you sent,” she said, walking you through each one and definitely not being unbiased as she did.

“I don’t mind, I’m clearly going to need all the help I can get.” you said, and after a tequila shot toast to the new place they all started to leave one by one to give you some time to settle in and rest after your long day. Before Rooster had left he showed you to the rather exquisite temporary bedding situation he’d set up for you, saying something about the best air mattress on the market and if you ruin my camping supplies I’ll kill you and just as you and Phoenix were wrestling to open a champagne bottle for mimosas and your first official remodeling planning session Jake came into the kitchen and took you by surprise.

“Well, you two ladies enjoy your planning session, I’ll see you tomorrow when the movers arrive, yeah?” he said, moving towards the door and you and Phoenix shared a look before you chased after him and caught him on the front porch.

“You’re not staying?” you asked and he shook his head. “Come on, we can’t break a time honored Jake and Jupiter tradition, we’re supposed to get drunk and order takeout and have a sleepover in the new place.”

“It’ll be good for you two to spend some one on one time together… go, get champagne drunk and plan out the house. I’ll be here when the moving truck gets here,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you watched as he got in his car and drove away. With a sigh you walked through the front door and grabbed a red solo cup full of champagne from Phoenix.

“What’s his deal?” she asked, taking a sip and looking at you over the rim of her own cup.

You sighed dramatically, “he thinks I made the decision to move here solely because of him and he’s being a real sourpuss about it.”

“Isn’t this supposed to be a good thing? You guys have been fighting an uphill battle for years with the distance and the careers… you guys are solid now, you’re a fellow, he’s got a permanent station. I thought you guys would be putting rings on it and making babies by now,” she joked.

“At the very least practicing making babies…” you said despondently and she raised an eyebrow at you. “It’s… been a hot minute and I just… god, every time I look at him I want to climb him like a tree.”

“Disgusting,” she muttered and you narrowed her eyes at her, “sorry, for two minutes I will pretend there is a world in which I can find Hangman sexually appealing,” she said, clearing her throat. “I hear you, girlfriend. I too would like to climb him like a tree,” she said and you just laughed as you grabbed the champagne bottle and walked down the hallway to your bedroom where the two of you settled onto the air mattress. “Just make a move, I doubt he’d object, he was staring at your ass the entire time we were doing the toast.”

You chuckled, “I don’t know, it’s just a little weird… I mean, we’ve talked about us before, lots of tortured pining stuff and wondering if we’d ever get a shot again and now we have one and it feels awkward. What am I supposed to do, just plant one on him then boom we’re back together?”

“If you wanna speed things along you could flirt with Rooster,” she said and you gave her a look that said be for real, right now. “I’m serious! Those two are good now, what with the whole saving your life seconds before you got blown to smithereens thing, but there’s still some deep-seated competition there, spark it and I guarantee you’ll get your hot hot Hangman sex,” you just shook your head, playfully shoving her shoulder before grabbing your laptop.

“That feels mean to Roo, caught him staring at my ass too,” you laughed, “if things were different though I would like to take that mustache for a ride…” you said, watching as she gagged.

“Stop being a horndog about my coworkers and pull up the spreadsheet,” she said, and the two of you spent the evening switching between Excel and Pinterest, making detailed plans for each room of the house and figuring out what order you wanted to go in. You briefly thought to yourself that Phoenix had a backup career in interior design if she ever grew tired of the pilot life but you knew that was about as likely as you ever putting your scalpel down. When the rest of the squad showed up the following morning, much too vibrant and loud for the state of your hangovers, you got the house unpacked in record time and by the time the sun was setting and casting a beautiful orange glow through your windows you had something that sort of resembled a home… if you looked past the terrible carpeting that needed to be removed and the questionable paint colors the previous owners had chosen. But that was all fine, this house was yours… really truly yours and you could do whatever you wanted with it because it was going to be your home for a very long time.

Work was everything you’d hoped it would be, your colleagues were amazing and they happily showed you how things worked… you had a few habits to break from your time at Mass Gen and they were more than understanding of the adjustment period you required but the biggest adjustment was getting used to not having to check in with an attending every time you wanted to rush someone off for surgery. Sure, as a fellow you still required supervision but they trusted you. After one week of a tight leash they realized you were more than capable of handling things on your own and when you weren’t in your office working closely with the Head of Trauma on your pilot program you were running the ER, something you could just feel in your bones was what you were meant to do. You thrived on the high pressure situations, on taking charge and dictating patient care and quickly you became the favorite superior to the residents and interns. You took the extra step to teach them, and you threw them into the deep end time after time which in turn made them better doctors and better equipped to handle patients.

One of the interns had joked and said you should be called Venus instead of Jupiter… something about being harsh and volatile but you took it as a compliment. Your new Chief had concerns about your method of teaching, said that things weren’t as cutthroat here as they were in Boston but he saw an immediate improvement in the interns. They were logging more OR hours and working great under pressure, something they had struggled with before you arrived and you felt satisfied to know you had so easily slipped into your new hospital's ecosystem and were making it better while they made you better. 

Things were still distant with Jake, and you honestly felt like you were still across the country as you maintained your friendship… you hadn’t been expecting to jump in his arms the second your plane touched down for a romcom worthy reunion but you had at least expected something to happen by now. You’d been here for almost two months and nothing. You’d wanted to corner him, have a conversation about where you guys were at but there was never an opportunity with both of your schedules and all of the free time you did have was being spent with the rest of the Daggers who couldn’t take a hint because they honestly assumed the two of you had gotten back together and were just being respectful of PDA in their presence. 

“How about another duet?” Rooster asked, leaning on the table you were currently sitting at and encroaching your personal space as he wiggled his eyebrows at you and you just shook your head.

“It’s going to take about five more tequila shots before that happens, Roo,” you said and he was off to the bar as you shouted after him, “that wasn’t an invitation!” 

“You shouldn’t have humored him that night,” Phoenix said with a laugh, “he could never rope anyone in before and now you’ve set a precedent for yourself.”

“Any cool cases today, Jupiter?” Fanboy asked, snagging the seat next to you and you gave him a wide smile. You loved having him around, whereas everyone else listened to you talk about work because you were their friend and they cared, they weren’t the biggest fans of the gory details, but not Fanboy. He wanted you to tell him everything in great detail, he said you were like a real life superhero and you would take him stroking your ego any day of the week if it meant you got to brag about your cool surgeries.

“Actually yes,” you said, rolling your eyes at Rooster as he set a tequila shot in front of you, but you took it anyway. “We had two patients come in today stuck together… take a guess at how they were stuck.”

“Oh god, superglue?”

You shook your head, “I wish, and honestly so did they. His uh… prince albert hooked onto her IUD during intercourse,” you said and he burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry, what?” Rooster said, and you turned to realize everyone had been listening in. 

You nodded, “weirdest x-ray of my life. Wasn’t surgical which was a bummer but I basically acted as their post-coitus cruise director while I watched the imaging and navigated them out.” 

“Every time I talk to you I have something new to fear,” Coyote said and you turned to narrow your eyes at him.

“And why would this be something for you to fear? Got some jewelry below the belt, Coyote?” you asked and everyone snickered while he stammered and said no before walking to the bar with his tail between his legs.

“Need a new opponent?” you asked, approaching the pool table as Jake reset and he gave you a small smile as he nodded.

“Could never say no to you, just don’t whine to me when you lose,” he said, passing you a cue and you scoffed.

“You forget who’s dad taught you how to play,” you shot back, giving him a smirk before he let you break. You went back and forth, keeping the game pretty even as you both tried to come out on top and you faltered when you felt your phone ringing in your back pocket, pulling it out to see an incoming call from Jake’s father. You looked up at him as he was surveying the table for his next shot and passed your pool cue to Rooster, “take over for me? I’ll be right back.”

“John? What’s going on?” you answered as you stepped out onto the patio, you were close with Jake’s parents and always had been, but they never called you outside of the time you scheduled every other week to catch up.

“Hey JJ,” he said, and you smiled at the nickname of your nickname he’d given you. “Are you with Jake?”

“Yeah, but I stepped away… is everything okay?” You could feel yourself starting to grow anxious and you tried to tamp it down.

“It’s Mary…” he said and your heart stopped in your chest before taking off in a dead sprint, “it’s uh… well, it’s not good, JJ, and we need you.” He filled you in on everything that had happened, after a few months of horrible migraines their county hospital had finally ordered a head CT which revealed a brain tumor and you could feel anger radiating throughout you. If someone had shown up in your ER several times complaining of persistent headaches the first thing you would have done was order a CT, but that was something for you to deal with later. “The doctors here… they’ve got a pretty good plan but, well we know you’re not a neurosurgeon but didn’t you spend some time in that department as a resident?”

“I did, about two years with Dr. Adams, he was the Head of Neuro… tell her doctors you want digital copies of all of her imaging and send them over to me, I’ll look them over. Jake doesn’t know, does he?” you asked, looking through the window and watching as he laughed with Rooster.

“No… I’m sorry to put all of this on your plate, JJ… we know how busy you are, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, and well… you’re a doctor, you know how to tell people things like this.” he said and you understood, though you didn’t necessarily agree. You knew how to tell people things like this, not Jake.

“I’ll tell him and we’ll be on the first flight out, okay? I’ll look over the scans as soon as you send them and I’ll talk with her doctors, we’ll figure this out.” you said before hanging up and you took a moment to yourself to feel your feelings before going in there and shattering Jake’s world. This moment was all you got, you knew what John and Mary were asking of you. They could never keep up with you anytime you talked about work, hell Mary had called you one day to have you help her pick the right cold medicine (when she really needed allergy medicine). This wasn’t their strong suit, and that was okay, but this was different than colds or allergies. You knew they were throwing big words at them and overwhelming them with medical information they weren’t equipped to decipher, and you knew they were asking you to step in to make it all make sense and make decisions on their behalf. 

This moment was all you got to feel devastated by the news, to mourn the fact that Mary, someone you considered to be your other mother, was going through something as awful as this. She was who you turned to when you didn’t feel comfortable going to your own mom… she was there when you walked into her bedroom with Jake’s sweater wrapped around your waist asking her what you’re supposed to do about periods, and she was there when you lost your virginity to a boy who didn’t really give a damn about you (or not getting you pregnant) and you needed someone to take you to get the morning after pill. She held your hand tight when Jake shared the news of his acceptance into the Academy and she bought you the stethoscope you still wore around your neck when you graduated from med school. You took a deep breath, straightened your back and wiped your tears. If John and Mary needed you to be a doctor for them right now, then that’s what you would do. You would make sure that she received the best care she possibly could, because that’s what she deserved.

“Jake?” you asked, stepping up to the pool table and he brushed you off for a moment, saying something about securing his win against you and Rooster and you waited, ignoring the way Phoenix and Coyote were looking at you right now. They could tell you had been crying, and they could feel by the energy radiating off of you that something was wrong, and Jake knew it too the second he turned around.

“What is it?”

“You should, uh… you should come with me,” you said, trying to pull him somewhere private but as he looked down at you, his Jupiter who was always so brave and calm in the face of everything, he couldn’t wait another second and you sighed. “I just got off the phone with your dad, your mom has been diagnosed and admitted for a brain tumor, we need to go home.” you said, trying to keep it brief and factual but you knew that wouldn’t help as his face fell. You turned to Coyote who was eagerly awaiting for you to tell him how he could help. “I need you to take him home, get a bag packed. I’m going to call Maverick and my boss, get all of that sorted, and get us booked on the next flight out. I'll be there to get him as soon as we’re ready to go.” you said and he nodded. You wrapped your arms around Jake and whispered in his ear, “it’s going to be okay, I promise.” You kissed his cheek and nodded to Coyote and you felt tears well in your eyes as you watched them go.

“Sit down, take a second,” Bob said, pulling out a chair for you and you let your body be moved by him, you didn’t feel like you were really here, this felt like it was a really bad dream. You felt a hand on your knee and you looked up to see Rooster in front of you.

“Don’t worry about Maverick, I’ll call him and let him know, okay?” he said and you nodded, whispering a thank you as he stepped away.

“What can I do?” Phoenix asked and you nodded to your purse on the table.

“Take my wallet, use the blue card… get us booked on the next flight to Austin?” you asked and she was already on the move. You snapped back to reality and pulled out your phone, calling your Chief and letting him know you needed some personal time and he granted you as much as you needed, and told you he’d have your neurosurgeon on standby if you felt you needed to transfer her. You felt like everything was moving in a blur, you thanked everyone as you grabbed your stuff and left the bar, telling them you’d give them an update when you could and you didn’t even remember what you’d packed, you just knew you’d thrown some stuff in a bag before you parked your car at Jake’s and you don’t think you’d ever experienced silence so suffocating as Coyote drove you to the airport. Jake hadn’t said a word since you’d told him and you couldn’t blame him, you couldn’t really find what to say either and you almost didn’t hear him on the plane when he’d muttered, “I don’t know what to do.”

Your head snapped towards him and you rested a hand on his knee, “you don’t have to do anything. Don’t worry about the medical stuff, I’ll take care of it all… just be there for her,” you said and he nodded softly. “I’m sure she’ll feel a lot better when she sees this handsome face,” you said, resting a hand on his cheek briefly and he cracked a smile. It was small but it was there, and you’d take it. “As soon as we land I’m going to talk with her doctors, figure out what the plan is and we’ll go from there. My Head of Neuro has her scans and is looking them over, and once I figure out what they’re recommending I’m going to talk with Dr. Adams and get his opinion. We’ll transfer her to San Diego or Mass Gen if we have to, but I have a good feeling about this.”

“The golf ball.” he said, and you cocked your head in confusion. “That day I called you in the bar you told me about the golf ball tumor you and Dr. Adams removed, you said you shouldn’t have been able to and you did.”

You nodded, “we did, and hers is a lot smaller… The only concern here is the location.” you said and he nodded.

When you touched down in Austin and made the drive out to the county hospital you did exactly what you said you would. You pulled her doctors into a conference room and went over every inch of her case after Mary gave them permission to loop you in on her care. For two hours you argued, you felt like you were going against a brick wall and the weight resting on your shoulders felt unbearable but you would bear it if it meant it wasn’t on John and Mary… they had sacrificed so much for you and Jake, and Jake… you felt bad leaving him out of this, you were acutely aware of the way he was pacing just outside the door, looking through the small window every so often to try and gauge what was going on but he didn’t need to hear any of this. He didn’t need to hear you call her doctors incompetent, he didn’t need to hear you yell at them over how long it took to order a head CT, he didn’t need to hear you call her tumor complex and smart, and he didn’t need to hear you walk them through how it could be removed.

“With all due respect, you’re a trauma surgeon, not a neurosurgeon, and we’ve elected to follow a course of chemotherapy and radiation,” her doctor, Dr. Franks said and you just rolled your eyes.

“With all due respect, I studied for two years under the Head of Neuro at Mass Gen which as far as I’m concerned makes me a hell of a lot more qualified than you, and you haven’t elected to do anything. The patient has withheld consent on any further treatment until I provide my opinion and in my professional opinion this tumor can be removed,” you argued and he shook his head. You were growing frustrated and you checked your watch, confirming the time in Boston and you dialed Dr. Adams and set your phone on the table as it rang. “Dr. Adams, sorry to cut to the chase but did you receive the scans I sent you?”

“Yes, this tumor is encroaching on Broca’s Area and I don’t like the growth I’m seeing between last week's scan and this week’s, is the patient exhibiting symptoms?”

“None beyond headaches, but we don’t have a lot of time before she does.” You could tell the other doctors in the room were annoyed, and frankly you would be too if a doctor that didn’t work in your hospital barged in guns blazing and criticizing your every move on a case but you also knew that beneath the annoyance you would understand. 

“I agree, my main concern here with surgery is damaging the area and impacting her ability to speak but I do think that’s the best way to move forward here.”

“Dr. Franks, would you like to fill Dr. Adams in on your recommended course of treatment?” you asked, gesturing to him as if to say the floor is yours. 

“Given the proximity to Broca’s Area we have decided chemotherapy and radiation is the best option for this patient,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s all you're suggesting? Chemo and radiation will give her maybe another year, and it’ll be the worst year of her life. Jupiter, my recommendation here is to transfer her to UCSD, Dr. Lewis will do it. I’ll make the call for you,” he said and you thanked him as you hung up.

“I’m going to go speak with the patient, but as far as I’m concerned you should start processing her discharge.” 

“You can’t just storm in here and order a transfer,” Dr. Franks protested and you scoffed.

“I can when you’re giving your patient a death sentence, process the discharge.” you said, storming out of the room and nearly colliding with Jake.

“J, talk to me. What’s going on?” he asked as you were already halfway down the hallway.

“We’re transferring her to UCSD, I have to go speak with the patient and get her-”

“The patient?” Jake asked in disbelief and you softened, turning back to face him.

“I’m sorry,” you said, placing your hands on his cheeks, “I’m sorry, that was… I just have to refer to her that way right now, your parents want me in charge here and if I’m going to act in her best interest I need to approach this as a doctor.”

He removed your hands from his face but kept a tight grip on them and you could see that he didn’t understand, “that’s not the patient, Jupiter, that’s my mom.” he said, voice breaking.

“I know. Jake, I know who it is, and you don’t have to understand but right now this is about her and what she needs, and she’s asked for me to handle this… I’m sorry, but I do need to go update her on what’s going on,” you said, giving him a pleading look and when you could see it was no use you turned and walked down the hallway towards her room.

“Hey Mary, how are you feeling?” you asked and she gave you a bright smile as you briefly looked over her chart again to read her latest vitals.

“Better now that the two of you are here,” she said, and you looked to the doorway to see Jake leaning against the frame as you sat on the edge of her bed.

“You were gone a long time, what’s the verdict?” John asked.

“We’re setting up a transfer to UCSD,” you said and her eyes widened, “this is not a reflection upon your team here,” it definitely was, “however your tumor is a little more complex than this hospital is used to seeing and I want you getting the best of the best. I think it says a lot about you that even your tumor is wicked smart, which means you need a wicked smart surgeon to take it out and that would be Dr. Lewis, he was actually mentored by my mentor in Boston from that minute I wanted to be a neurosurgeon.” you said and she smiled softly.

“So he’s good?” she asked.

“One of the best, hell I’d even let him cut my head open,” you joked and you smiled when she laughed. “I’m going to check in with my boss in San Diego and see how we’re doing on that transfer, okay?” you asked and she nodded as you made your way to the door.

“Jupiter?” she called, and you stopped as you stood next to Jake and you didn’t miss the way he took a step back, “thank you… for taking care of this. I know how busy you are and I know you must be pulling a lot of strings for me-”

“You hush, Mary.” you said, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “You’re family. Nothing is more important right now,” you said, giving her another smile as you left the room. You felt just slightly reassured at how your colleagues, past and present, were making this as much of a priority to them as it was to you, and you thanked your Chief about a dozen times when he let you know he was sending the hospital’s plane for you and it’d be arriving in a few hours.

“Hey, that plane is designated for medical emergencies and this qualifies. I’m not doing you any favors,” he said and you chuckled.

“You are and you know it, I’ll see you soon.” you said as you hung up and you gave Jake a smile as he approached that wasn’t reciprocated.

“She’s resting… dad went to grab their stuff from the house,” he said and you nodded.

“They’re processing the discharge, we’ll be out of here as soon as the plane gets here,” you said as you sat in one of the waiting room chairs and he followed.

“I’m scared, J,” he said and you turned to fully face him as you pulled his hands into your lap.

“I know, I am too… but we’ve got this, okay? Dr. Lewis is great, I haven’t had a chance to speak with him yet and go through the approach but we’ll make a plan as soon as we land and he’s had a chance to meet with her-”

“Got it.” he said, standing abruptly, “I’m going to go sit with her while we wait.” You let out a sigh and hung your head in your hands for a moment before pulling out your phone and dialing your own mom.

“Sweetheart? It’s early, is everything okay?” she answered and you felt a wave of emotion crash over you.

“Mom…” you started, voice breaking. “I’m home,” you said.

“Home? What do you mean, where are you?” you could already hear her shouting to your father and the jingle of keys in the background.

“I’m at the county hospital with Jake’s family, it’s Mary… I need-” you said, but cut yourself off as your throat grew thick.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” she said before disconnecting and you quickly made your way down to the lobby, not wanting to be near his family right now. You paced back and forth, damn near wearing a hole in the tile, and when you heard the hiss of the automatic doors opening and saw your parents for the first time in almost six months you nearly collapsed.

“Oh honey,” your mom said, both of them running over and wrapping themselves around you, sandwiching you between them as you let yourself break. 

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” your dad said as you tried to tell them what was going on. “Just take a deep breath,” he said, pulling away to wipe your tears. You felt like a little kid again, like you were six years old as you wept in your dad’s arms.

“I just… I know I do this every day, I make life and death decisions for people all the time but this is… I mean if we’re wrong? If we’re just a bunch of cocky surgeons playing god and this doesn’t go the way we think it will? I promised them, I broke the one golden rule of medicine and I made promises to people,” you said, succumbing to another wave of tears. “And I can’t do this,” you said, trying to pull yourself together. “I can’t do this up there. Jake’s mad at me because he doesn’t understand why I’m acting like a doctor right now but this… I can’t break down like this because they asked me to be a doctor, I’m supposed to handle this.”

“You’re handling it the best you can,” your mom said, rubbing her hands along your arms soothingly.

“You’re in your pajamas,” you said, letting out a watery laugh. “I woke you, I’m sorry,” you said and your mom let out a soft laugh.

“We were actually watching Jeopardy, did you know they put that on Netflix?” she asked and you laughed again.

“Besides, I don’t care what time it is. You need us, you call,” your dad said and you nodded, leading them to the elevators and telling them they should stop in before you left.

“You’re leaving?” your mom asked as the doors closed.

“Taking her to UCSD,” you answered, “this right here is why I’m working on that rural health program… this could have gone so much smoother, she could have been diagnosed weeks ago.” you said with a sigh, and when the doors opened and Jake turned from looking through the glass window to his mothers room to see the three of you, his face twisting in pain as he looked at your father, you knew he felt like he was a little kid again too. Your dad was down the hall in an instant, wrapping his arms around him as Jake fell apart. What Jake’s mom was to you, your father was to him… he was there for Jake when he couldn’t go to his own dad. 

You all sat around Mary’s bed, laughing and catching up, enjoying the fact that the six of you were all in the same place for the first time in years despite the circumstances, and you were currently in a fit of hysterics as you discovered both of your parents had joined a bowling league to fill their time.

“We’re empty nesters! Leave us alone,” Mary protested as you and Jake laughed.

“Do you have matching shoes?” you asked, and you took their silence as a yes. You all said your goodbyes as you prepared to head to the airstrip, and you watched as your parents spoke with his quietly. You were glad they had each other, remained close even when they didn’t have the two of you to force them into each other’s lives. It always helped knowing that while you and Jake were busy saving lives and saving the world, too preoccupied to make it home for every birthday or holiday, they had each other to lean on. As you sat next to Jake’s mom on the plane, not missing the way Jake wasn’t making eye contact as he sat with his father, you felt her nudge your shoulder.

“He’ll get over it,” she said and you gave her a questioning look. “We put a hell of a problem on your plate… and for that I’m sorry, but it’s easier for him to be mad at you right now.”

You nodded, “I know. I want to say I’m used to it because in a way I am… patient’s family members treat me like the enemy all the time… but, I’m not used to him treating me this way.” you said sadly, “but you do not get to be sorry for this. I would have put this on my plate even if you hadn’t asked,” you said, turning to look at her.

“I know. That’s just who you are, Jupiter… you take the brunt of everyone else’s problems so they don’t have to deal with it. John and I are so proud of the woman you’ve become,” she said and you felt tears prick at your eyes. “But right now you need to get some sleep, stop worrying about the problems for now.”

You shook your head, “that’s okay, I’m fine… I was going to go over your case a little more before we land so I’m ready for my meeting with Dr. Lewis,” you said and she just shook her head, pushing the arm rest out of the way and lifting her arm for you.

“Come on, get some rest. You’ve been taking care of me since before you got here, just… let me take care of you for a little while, okay?” she said and you nodded as you curled into her side and you felt like a blanket of security had been wrapped around you when you did. The exhaustion hit you like a freight train, you were realizing now that you hadn’t slept in over a day and as sleep tugged at the edges of your mind you did your best to set aside everything that was going wrong and just trust that it would all work out.

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