#i’m on a roll with the whole ex thing huh

[princessbrunette]

having sex with your ex boyfriend jj maybank isn’t for the weak, not when you make it so difficult for things to be normal.

you’re on your back, in the most intimate of positions, legs over his shoulders, face twisted and glossy walls squeezing him tight. you’re all teary eyed, but you always got that way during sex when you were together. he doesn’t notice anything might be wrong until he hears you sniffle and you run two hands through his hair.

he stops his thrusting, panting above you and holding himself up on strong arms. “you good? what’s up?” he breathes and you bite down on your bottom lip, the way you do when you overthink.

“have you fucked anyone else since we broke up?”

you weren’t unaware of the way jj was before he met you. he got around, and you expected him to go back to the way he was after you broke up. he huffs an awkward laugh through his teeth when you ask the question, dropping his head to avoid your eyes. it wasn’t a no, then.

“why you askin’ that kinda thing, c’mon babe.” his slightly southern drawl is charming enough to almost make you drop the whole thing, especially when he busies himself with repositioning you now he knows it’s nothing serious that’s wrong with you, wide hands scooping beneath your ass to handle you closer to him as he begins to build his pace in thrusts again.

you groan, eyes fluttering when he hits a new spot, briefly blanking out on your conversation. but when he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, you remember, and you’re hit with the emotion all over again.

“did— did you look at her?”

“wh— huh?” he squints, catching his breath as he tunes into your questioning again.

“did you look her in the eyes when you fucked her jayj?” you mewl, clearly deeply upset. he squeezes his eyes shut, straight up ignoring you to speed up his thrusts, working towards the finish line. “jj!” you cry out at the lack of answer.

“no, okay— shit! can you stop bombardin’ me with questions?” he fucks you a little harder now, the bed starting to creak and slam repeatedly into the wall.

“did you tell her to move her hand? did— did she moan when — when you pushed it back in after it slipped… slipped out—” his dick feels good but your emotions get the better of you, staring up at him begging for the eye contact. he licks his lips, adjusting where he rests his weight so he could stuff two fingers into your mouth, palm resting on your chin as his digits lay heavy on your tongue.

“how ‘bout no more questions.” he mutters, sitting up a little so that his one free hand could slither down and abuse your clit until you were creaming around his base, crying and pleading incoherently. he didn’t know where your pleasure ended and where your hurt began, but he couldn’t think straight — continuing to beat your pussy until he was releasing himself.

he makes the skin of your neck all warm and tepid as he pants into it afterwards, recovering.

“haven’t fucked anyone. not since you. that what you want? god damn.” he hisses breathlessly against you and you melt into the bed, tension expelled from your body just like that.

“good.”

[szasfuckingwife]

WHEN I LOOK IN YOUR EYES, I FEEL ALIVE

EX CONVICT!TOJI X MOM!READER

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, Toji has gone to prison, Toji fushiguro is a family man and wants his family back !!

SYNOPSIS: Toji being incarcerated fucked you and your daughter up badly, and when he’s released, you want nothing more than to hold him again.

A/N: i was listening to Blue by Beyoncé while writing this and she made that song for her daughter and I just felt the need to sob for some reason🥲 but yeah prisonbf! Toji missing his gf and kid fucks me up.

When Toji went to prison, you knew it was the end of your relationship. You warned him so many times that this would happened, even before you gave birth to your daughter. And, knowing Toji, there was no convincing him.

The court trial was the worst memory that comes to mind when talking about Toji. When the judge declared he was guilty, it wasn’t a shock to anyone, even Toji.

But it didn’t help that you were there, holding your two year old as police men took him away. Not once, during the whole ordeal, did Toji look back at you two, deciding it was too much to see his girlfriend and daughter who he loved so much get taken away from him. He’d probably break down right there if he looked back.

You cried so much that day, especially when getting told that he’d be facing five years. Even when your lawyer ensured that Toji would face a lot less if he behaves well in prison, it all went in one ear and out the other.

It had been a difficult two years, he’s missed out on so much. Such as, his daughter’s third and fourth birthday, you having a new job and the fact that you and that guys relationship was more serious than he thought.

He remembers when you told him about it. It was bittersweet due to the fact that you brought your daughter so Toji could see her. “Daddy!” She exclaimed, excited to see her dad even though it’s behind a poorly cleaned window. She was too excited to even speak through the telephone.

But Toji already knew. Toji knew his daughter loved him. He talked to her about school and smiled as his four year old talked about whatever she’d been doing for the past week. Except, she mentioned that her, mommy and ‘that man’ went to the park.

When his daughter said that, Toji looked at you only to see you looking away, embarrassingly. Despite his annoyance, the raven haired man kept smiling at your daughter, even more attentive than he was before.

You took the phone once your daughter was finished, “He’s just a friend from work.”

“Why don’t I know about this guy?” Toji asked whilst keeping his hand pressed up against the glass so his daughter could press her hand up too.

“Because it’s not that serious to be talking about.” You sigh. And you were right, it was a couple of dates and drinks but he didn’t make you feel things that Toji had made you feel. “Don’t do this, Toji, not here. Not in front of her.” Your daughter looks up at you, her hand still separated from her fathers due to the glass.

He scoffed, “Does he sleep over? You fuckin him now, is that it? In my bed, huh?”

You stayed silent, not wanting your daughter to hear you lash out. Toji grew even more annoyed at that, “You know that’s gonna upset her, right? She’s gonna think you’re replacing her dad. That shit isn’t fair, Y/N. You know I’m gonna be released soon.”

“And that’s supposed to make me roll out the red carpet for you? And forget that this shit ever happened?” You scoff. Toji opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again choosing to let you talk. “I’ve missed you so much. She misses you so much. Do you know how hard it has been to raise a child on my own? And for you to give me shit if I wanted to move on? Fuck you, Toji.”

His questions not only angered you, but upset you. You had every right to allow yourself to move on after him being locked up for two years. The fact that he’d even attempt to make you feel bad about that was absurd.

Toji watched silently as you held back tears, put the telephone in its holder and walked away with your daughter.

That was the last conversation he had with you for a year. Toji would’ve slapped his past self for even talking to you like that because he misses you now more than ever.

There were so many times where he’s called you, longing to hear your sweet voice. Even if it’s you saying that he’s a dick and you never wanted to hear from him again.

But that wish was never granted.

‘Hey, it’s me again. It’s nearly peanuts fourth birthday..’ He smiles remembering the nickname you gave your daughter. ‘I was just wondering if maybe you could come around? Or maybe give me a call, just so I can wish her a happy birthday. I miss you more and more each day. Both of you. I love you.’

The voicemail meant nothing to you. It should’ve meant nothing to you. But hearing him say your daughter’s nickname sent tears down your face.

He truly misses his little family.

You can only imagine his excitement when he was released. He called an uber straight to your home, his home. He had nothing but a bag of his possessions and $20 but once he’d see you again, he’d be more than satisfied.

It was a Saturday morning. You cooked your daughter some scrambled eggs for breakfast, reminding you of her dad who ate eggs almost everyday. Toji was set to be released any time now, and that loomed over your head like a plague.

Suddenly, you hear three loud knocks coming from your door. It startled you, and your daughter who nearly dropped her orange juice. It was probably one of your friends who forgot their bag here, you thought.

But once you opened the door, you were met with an unwanted surprise.

Toji stood, smiling down at you, dressed in a casual hoodie and joggers. He was definitely more buff due to all the muscle gain he earned through prison. It was strange seeing him again. Not behind a glass but in front of you. Not in his orange jumpsuit but in normal clothes.

You wanted to touch him, see if he was real.

“Hey..” He said. Oh, how badly he wanted to kiss you right then and there. Seeing you again after a year was the best thing that has ever happened to him.

When your daughter saw him, stood at the door, her mouth fell open. “You remember me, sweetheart?” Toji crouched down to her height with open arms as she ran towards him.

He almost cried as his little girl sobbed into his shoulder, she wasn’t as little as she was when he last saw her. He realised how much time has passed. And how much he’s missed the both of you.

“Daddy, don’t l-leave again…”, the four year old croaked out, her nose stuffy and eyes watery. Toji rubbed her back, encouraging her to let her feelings out.

Toji almost jumped when he felt an extra pair of hands join in the hug. However, when he looked up and saw you, he was reminded that everything he ever did and everything he’d ever do would be for the two of you. He pulled you into the hug and held you both, kissing both of your foreheads.

All resentment you felt towards him went away the second you saw him. The three of you caught up, well, it was more of you and your daughter catching him up. The most Toji could do was mention all the times he’s intimidated people at prison, even those serving longer sentences than him. However, Toji was still glad to know you ended things with that guy you were with.

He helped you cook dinner, not forgetting to kiss your cheek every step of the way. The meal truly being made with love. He missed the domesticity of his life. Even when he was going through all his trial stuff, he remembers you, his baby daughter and him all cozied up on the couch, eating spaghetti or something.

And now he had that opportunity again. He enjoyed seeing you remind your daughter to not play with her food and how she asked for ice cream once she was done.

Once the day was over, Toji sat on his bed, his back still not truly recovered from sleeping in a dingy prison bed. It also helped that you were there. You removed his clothes, peppering him with kisses as you did so. He snuggled up to your warm body and just listened to your steady breathing.

“I fucking love you.” He whispers and you hum in response. He knows you and how it’ll take some time before you can utter those words again. If it takes him the rest of his life to make things up to you, he’ll do that.

But that’s fine. As long as he’s with you.

[saerins]

( 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 ) — 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

+ suna x f!reader | wc 1.8k | content: fluff, highly suggestive (skinny dipping), college au, best friends to lovers

notes: i …. do not know how this came out it just happened ૮꒰ྀི ´∩∩` ꒱ྀིა i was going somewhere with this but … yeah :’) idk i hope it’s okay >_<

summary: you both are good at living in denial. until now, until neither of you can stay away anymore.

“god, i missed hanging out with you.”

it makes your heart skip a beat; suna’s sudden confession. you look to your right, suna in the passenger seat of his own car with you behind the wheel. his head is thrown back against the seat, his green eyes lost behind his bangs.

you swallow the lump in your throat. “what kind of friend would i be if i left you all to your miserable, lonesome self, huh?”

suna sits up, looking at you, that godforsaken smirk plastered on his face. “as much of a horrible best friend you were back when i was still with haruka.”

he laughs when you flip him off. “please, your girlfriend’s insecurity comes first, okay, rintarou?”

“ex-girlfriend now,” he points out, “and there was nothing to be jealous about, we were just friends, babe.” he’s still laughing, obviously amused by your incredulousness after so long of not being in contact with you, and too used to you that he doesn’t flinch at calling you things like babe.

you extend your index finger, pointing it at him as a warning, “rin, i’m not joking.” because yeah, there was nothing going on, but you and rin were… close. and you’d probably get why some girls wouldn’t be okay with that. some of his girlfriends were fine with it, some of them even made friends with you, but of course some were not. like haruka.

that’s also why you and suna haven’t spoken in well over a year. it’s nothing you can’t handle… really.

but then you feel suna prying your outstretched palm open, your index finger in his hands and his lips pressing softly against your lifeline, a glint of mischief in his green eyes and that favourite smile of his filling your vision and you suddenly remember why you had to pry yourself away in the first place.

“stop being so smug, rin,” you snap, heated cheeks and suddenly remembering to breathe. hurriedly, you yank your hand away from him and start the engine while suna’s still there beside you, staring at you, amused.

“whatever you say, princess.”

it’s been over a month since the breakup with haruka and strangely, suna feels fine. there wasn’t any animosity between them either. it was just two people figuring out that this wasn’t working. they had that spark at first, yeah, but everything after that was just… something. a whole lot of something that suna just wasn’t interested in anymore. neither was she.

funny how he didn’t think he’d want anyone else for a while—until he saw you again on campus. being apart from you took some time getting used to, as it always did, but it wasn’t hard when there was always someone for him to fool around with.

and funny how the moment he started talking to you again that he started thinking maybe he wants it, all of what he had with all those ex-girlfriends, with you. and sue him for thinking that maybe you wanted it too.

“you’re such a slow ass driver, oh my god,” suna groans, earning your glare. now this; this feels like the kind of life he wants. chilling, enjoying night drives, you next to him. just you.

“you take the wheel then,” you huff, indignant.

fuck, you’re so cute.

suna crosses his arms, “nah i’m a little sleepy.”

you roll your eyes, hands on the gearshift, increasing the speed a little after his complaint. he still remembers how you pout when you’re disgruntled, how you idly puff your cheeks out when you’re concentrating, how you bite your lip when you’re nervous.

maybe his repressed feelings are catching up to him. maybe they’re telling him to just fucking get it over and done with because he’s done pretending.

you’re driving him to your parents’ holiday beach house after all, because your parents are rich like that and have absolutely no notion of saving simply because they never had the need to. you’re able to enjoy the spoils of it all.

plus, your car’s probably a thousand times better than his semi-beat up gt-r but here you are, insisting on driving his car instead of yours.

suna steals a sideways glance at you, the yellow from the street lamps bouncing off your face in all the right ways. god, you’re fucking pretty.

maybe he’ll make a move after all.

“can’t remember the last time i was here,” suna sighs as he gets out of the car. his heart is beating out of his chest; you don’t need to know that. he acts normal, like he isn’t anticipating anything with you, like he still thinks you’re just his friend, as though either of you can continue pretending like this.

because sure, when would a guy and a girl go to a beach house together completely platonic? suna thinks if there were people like that they’d be insane. especially if it’s with you because—he steals a glance at you again, dragging your weekend bag along with you as you fumble with the keys to open the door—look how goddamn beautiful you are.

and he thinks even more so one hour later, when you come out of the house in your swimsuit, looking hot as hell that suna’s glad he’s already in the water because you don’t need to see him reacting to that.

“what, you pussying out on me, rin?” you tease later, when he had half jokingly dared you to turn this into a skinny dip.

suna narrows his eyes at you, and for a moment it’s like you realise that he doesn’t look like his usual, smug self. like you can tell his expression’s growing soft. “i’ll do it if you do.”

some part of him is wishing you’ll say no, and not because he doesn’t want to see all of you (because he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about you when he’s alone sometimes)—but because he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to hold back if he does.

maybe you’re oblivious to that, though, because you swim closer, throwing your arms around his shoulders and grinning. “my bottom’s off,” you tell him, and he can’t get it out of his head how you sound absolutely sinful.

with the sea so dark, he’s cursing it for not letting him see you.

“your top’s still on,” he tells you, eyeing the straps, eyes glazed with full-blown lust. so are yours, as he realises the moment he flicks his greens to you.

you’re not grinning anymore when you speak, “untie it for me.” you look a little timid, like you’re a little too aware of how his index finger is trailing a path down your spine—and yes, your bottoms are definitely off, probably lost in the bottom of the ocean somewhere.

suna doesn’t say a word, only relishes the way your breath hits his lips, enough of a compensation for a kiss for now, while his other free hand undoes the strap on your right, and then left, until your top goes limp and is probably joining your bottom soon.

it’s taking everything in him not to just carry you up so he can look at you. you smirk when you catch him thinking; like you know exactly what’s going on in his head.

because you do, he’s your best friend after all.

“let’s get back to the house, i’m freezing,” you grin, knowing that he’s groaning on the inside.

“fucking tease,” he’s grinning now too, watching as you float back towards the shore, pulling him along.

when you get out of the ocean, he stays still as you pick your towel up off the lounge chair, swallowing the lump in his throat as he admires you, bare body and so so perfect. he doesn’t mind dying tonight after this.

“quit staring, perv,” you giggle as you toss him his towel.

suna’s not crazy for thinking you’re into him too right? with the way you look at him with those eyes, with the way your fingers linger above his for a little too long.

“what’s wrong with staring?” he asks, challenging you, inching closer, feeling the smugness wear off when you realise you’re chest to chest, the kind of proximity you didn’t allow for earlier.

you’re stubborn, you insist on playing along, refusing to back down. “quit it, or i’ll think you like me, rin.”

it’s borderline amusing how you’re almost breathless by the time his forehead presses against yours, his fingers brushing your sides through your towel. your breath hitches in your throat and he likes that, likes you, so maybe he should keep staring.

“what’s wrong with that?”

he’s treading that line you’re always so afraid to cross, but fuck he just wants to pull you with him, take you back to your house and fucking love you like that’s all he knows.

but he’s patient, he’ll wait—because he wants you to make the move. to close that gap, to inch even closer than he has.

you’re nervous, but your hands come up to his cheeks and you give him that relief he seeks; your lips taste even better than he thought they would, and you sound like paradise. the way you gentle tug on his bottom lip before you eventually pull away has him going crazy, though maybe to be fair, he’s been going crazy for a while now, thinking of you in every crevice of his room whenever he’s alone.

“finally,” he exhales, taking some pride in the way you seem to have weak knees now, leaning on him. “maybe some of my exes had a point.”

you laugh, playfully pushing his chest away, “oh our first kiss and you’re going to talk about exes? i could tell you all about the time i dated kiyo—”

suna shuts you up forcefully with a kiss, both pairs of your legs clumsily hitting sand and rocks and the cobblestone path as the urgency to get back to the house hits.

“don’t wanna hear you say another guy’s name,” suna tells you in between kisses, smirking against your lips when he hears you whining as he pulls away. “just my name okay, baby?”

it’s hard not to fall for him when he’s like this; when even before everything he calls you pet names and introduces you to his family, when he always puts an arm around you and holds you close, when everytime he breaks up with someone and you inevitably draw close again that it feels like nothing’s changed.

“yeah, only you, rin.”

that smile will be the death of you, and his whisper of good girl against your ear is the ultimatum.

maybe you’ve always had a thing for your best friend.

now you finally get him.

[yunjinkisses]

hi author, i love your page sm!!

can i request dom g!p yujin? (pls include reader getting a good messy head plsplspls)

where reader just got out of a toxic relationship and yujin wants to be there for her, but she was getting tired of listening to reader vent abt her ex ... so instead of listening, she suggests a different way of support her if yk what i mean 😭

G!P HUH YUNJIN X F READER

this is such a cute / hot idea!! i love this!! and thank you sm!! love you too!

what’s ahead: fluff,comfort,smut,dom yunjin,sub reader,cunning’s , reader receiving , yunjin giving,creampie

it was raining outside as i was crying walking to my best friend yunjins house,as i arrived i knocked on the door lightly but loud enough for her to hear

the door opened,i faced yunjin who was now staring at me with a worried face

“y/n-ah what’s wrong? is everything okay? come in love , it’s cold and wet outside , come on”

she let me in as i sniffled thanking her ,i took my coat off and boots aswell getting comfortable

“*sniff* t-thank you,i’m sorry to just show up l-like this”

“it’s okay please don’t worry! i’m always here for you,what’s wrong please tell me”

“it’s about my ex *sniffle* , you know how the relationship was toxic,i’m just really fucking h-hurt , how could she do that to me,after i gave her my everything,i just l-loved her so much-“

i rambled for a while about how upset i was and how much i felt betrayed and sad that someone could do something like that to another,but yunjin cut me off

“hey y/n-ah,i wanna comfort you as much as possible,but instead of just listening to you vent , maybe i can help distract you from the problem”

i sniffled getting worried about how i was annoying her

“h-how so?”

she layed me down on the couch comfortably,climbing ontop of me coming close to my ear

“maybe i can make you feel good..if you know what i mean darling~”

i felt a shiver go down my spine , her voice was so seductive and so beautiful,i know it wasn’t the best time to be doing this but i wanted her so bad..

“i-i don’t know..”

“come on darling,just between you and me baby~”

i looked away and nodded my head

“good girl.”

she closed the gap between us kissing my lips , my eyes widened,but letting myself embrace into the kiss,my hands wrapping around her neck

i could feel her tongue licking and biting against my lips , she pulled away after a while , leaving a string of saliva between us

“yunjin..”

“what is it baby?”

“please..more..”

i could feel her hardened member against me as she was ontop of me

“as you wish my love~”

she undid my pants and took my shirt off , and took her own clothing off,leaving her in her boxers,as the same for me,leaving me in my panties

“no bra? naughty girl~”

i blushed and looked away

“i was only c-coming to your house..”

she giggled a bit and slid her boxers off revealing her hard 8 inch cock

i swear i started to drool at the sight

“awh look my baby’s drooling~”

and i did drool,it was an amazing sight to see after all

“s-sorry it’s just…god you’re so attractive..”

she giggled and kissed me briefly ,before whispering into my ear

“you ready baby?”

i just nodded

she slid my panties to the side and slowly inserted her hard cock into my tight cunt

“fuck baby you’re so wet and tight~”

i winced at the pain and pleasure

“you okay? can i keep going?”

i nodded shyly

she inserted the whole thing inside me making me cry out in pleasure,i could hear her giggle a bit ,as she started to move inside me

“fuck baby you feel so tight around me~”

“f-fuck! y-yunjin!~ s-so good..”

i could barely speak , i could only moan and cry out her name with how good she felt inside me

once she started to move faster and harder i started to cry out loudly

“baby i-im close,fuck i’m gonna fill you up nice and good~”

my eyes rolled back at her words

“yunjin!~ p-please! f-fill me up,breed me make me filled with your cum!”

she started to thrust faster but a little more sloppy,i didn’t mind

soon we both came,her cumming inside my tight hole,filling me to the brim,she pulled out of me,only for her to smirk at her own cum dripping out of me.

“awh i made a mess out of my baby,here let me clean you up~”

before i could get a word in,yunjin dipped her head into my cunt,licking up my wetness mixed with her own semen dripping out of my hole , i gripped onto her hair , not to tight , but pulling it enough to make her moan into me

“f-fuck! y-yunjin..s-so good..”

i could barely speak,i felt her smiling into me,as she darted her tongue into my tight cunt , licking up every last bit of me and her,a little sloppily

my eyes rolled back again,i couldn’t help but let out screams and cries as the orange haired girl messily ate me out.

“yunjin! r-right there! s-so close..”

she smiled against me and started to go faster , making me hit my limit , and cry out her name , making a mess all over her face

as i calmed down yunjin licked up the mess that was on her lips as i caught my breathe

“how was that my love?~”

“fucking..amazing..”

she giggled and lay next to me on the couch , pulling a blanket over us ,cuddling up against me ,as we fall asleep.

[silversainz]

can i request „who do you belong to?” & „i’ve been holding back the things i wanna do to you right now“ from the prompts list with ex!Charles? ❤️

Warnings passive aggressive behavior from Charles, tension, fingering, begging, jealousy sex, kinda toxic relationship, bathroom sex, clit sucking (?) i got very carried away so this is pretty much a whole fic atp

“Hey, isn’t that y/n?” Lando nudged Charles on the shoulder, causing him to look from his phone and look at the direction that lando pointed at.

He scoffed, of course you were there. “Yeah that’s her man” he rolled his eyes at the sight of you sitting beside your friends with a man who he certainly didn’t know of, casually had his hand on your thigh, “of course she’s here”

Lando laughed the many drinks he had made him find Charles’ jealously quite amusing, he playfully hit his friends shoulder. “It’s a very popular club in Monaco, mate, you were going to run into her sooner or later.” Lando said while getting up from his seat muttering underneath his breath that he needed another drink.

However Charles ignored him and kept his gaze locked on the sight of you. His heart beating a million miles, hands clenching onto his glass cup. God he couldn’t believe you showed up, especially with an man by your side only a month after your breakup.

He chugged down his drink, choosing to ignore the shouts lando gave him trying to get him to leave you alone knowing full-well that your breakup wasn’t all too pretty.

You laughed at something your friend said to you, “oh shit, y/n” your friends eyes got wide as she looked up too see Charles coming towards your table.

“What the fuck” you said eyes watching his every move he took coming towards you, “i didn’t know he was here” now that wasn’t completely true.

“Hey y/n” you felt yourself get goosebumps at the sound of his deep voice dropping your name like that, god you hadn’t heard it in awhile.

“We’re gonna get us some more drinks” your friends got up from their seats clearly uncomfortable with Charles’ presence as they sent him dirty looks while walking away. But he didn’t seem to care as he scoffed rolling his eyes at their childish behavior.

“Didn’t know you were back home” he sat himself down on opposites sides of you, “or did you just hear that i was gonna be here tonight celebrating my won” you couldn’t but chuckle at him, god he was really delusional, but god did he speak the truth.

You leaned forward elbows on your knees as you looked at him, “i did hear that you won, but i was simply here to enjoy my night that you just so happened to ruin” he shook his head already getting tired of your attitude, “now if you excuse me, i have somebody who’d rather be with than you” you grabbed your purse getting up to leave, but he was quick to grab your arm to stop you from leaving.

“Oh i saw him” you tried to wiggle your arm out of his grip, but he was much stronger than you, “whats his name, huh?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes suddenly growing dark.

“Charles let me go, now” you tried sounding strong, but there was something about him that always turned you weak whenever he spoke with his deep dark tone.

“What’s his name y/n” he asked again

“His names —, there happy now” he loosened his grip on your grip making you whine out in pain, his strong grip leaving a marking behind.

“Oh I’m very happy, love” he got up from his seat, now standing in front of you, “but tell me does he have everything you could ever want” he tucked a few pieces of hair behind your ear, before setting his hand on your cheek, his dark gaze staring right at you had you nervously gulp.

“Not together, Charles, just friends” he hummed leaning in closer to your face, “and even so, why do you care we’ve been broken up for some time” he chuckled’

“Oh come on, don’t act so innocent now” he leaned towards your ear, “don’t act like you don’t drunk text me, or even” he kissed your earlobe, that small action alone had shivers sending up your spine, “send me voice messages, because it seemed as though you clearly couldn’t me out of your head” you looked around seeing if anybody was paying attention to you both, but they were too busy jumping to the music and getting bat-shit drunk.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about” you said, he sighted hand grabbing yours as he walked you in the direction towards the bathrooms, not bothering looking back.

As soon as he pushed you into the bathroom he had you up against the wall, his hands on either sides of your head , leaving you trapped between his and the brick wall. “I think you know very well what I’m talking about” you dropped your purse on the floor, your hand coming up to rest on his cheek. It was wrong to act like this, but god the many drinks you both had that night were radiating off your bodies causing you both to make by far the worst mistake of your lives.

“Ten messages,” you closed your eyes, embarrassment setting in, as he continued on, “ten messages of you moaning my name daring” you could cry of embarrassment right now. He laughed at your state making your skin crawl.

“Now tell me truthfully, it can’t be a coincidence that you just so happen to be at the same exact place as me” his hand gripped your jaw tightly in his, bringing you closer to him.

“Knew you’d be here” you confessed face burning red at the embarrassing confession, “heard from Pierre that you’d be here” you tried to look away from his gaze but the strong grip he had on you prevented you from doing so, “now let me go, please. You’ve gotten what you wanted, no?”

“No” he simply said, locking the door from beside you, and just the sound of the door locking made your breath get stuck in your throat. “You see since the first night you sent me those messages, i repeated them for hours, just to hear those sweet moans fall from your lips. And now i’ve been holding back the things i wanna do to you right now” he confessed hands coming to rest on your waist as he pushed you back against the wall, your leg automatically locking around his waist, that small gesture made a smirk form on his lips.

“So tell me, a month breakup, thousands of messages, ten voicemails of you moaning nothing but my name.” He moved your hair away from your shoulder to plant kisses to your neck, a sight of relief falling from your lips as you felt his warm lips on your skin. “And here we are, in this bathroom”

“Tell me to stop” he said, slowly getting on his knees in front of you.

Your mouth opened and closed no words falling from it as you could only look down at him on his knees.

“Tell me to stop, y/n” his hands ran up your legs, stopping at the hem of your dress.

Your head fell back against the wall, heart beating so fast, mind screaming at you to leave, but god did you miss the feeling of having his hands on you.

“Don’t stop please” you finally said, lust getting the best of you, “please touch me, Charles” you whined feeling him leave a trail of kisses up your thighs, you grabbed onto his brown locks as you felt him pull down your panties, throwing them somewhere in the bathroom.

“Such a beautiful girl” he said looking up at you while pushing up your dress to rest on your torso, he threw your leg over his shoulder before giving your pussy kitty licks, moans immediately leaving your lips as you felt his tongue suck on your clit.

“Fuck Charles” you felt him grip your thigh tightly in his hand as he pushed two fingers into your wet hole, “fuck, please, please” you cried out, the mixture of his tongue and fingers in your throbbing core sending a new-found pleasure through your body

“You like that” your mouth fell open in a silent scream, legs shaking, stomach getting tighter as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Fuck Charles don’t stop please”

“Who do you belong to, love” you felt him slow down, causing you to cry out hand grabbing at his hair tightly in your fist. “Who do you belong to, say it”

“Fuck, you Charles, you” you screamed out, body shaking crazily as you came.

“Atta girl” he got up from the floor, his hands coming up to cup your face as he crashed his lips on yours roughly and purely filled with lust and desperation for one another. “You’ve always belonged to me, even if we broke up. And you know that right” he muttered against your lips while undoing his belt.

“Yes” is all you could say as he turned you around pushing your face into the wall

“Good girl”

[sincerlycas]

hi!! i absolutely love your fics, would you mind doing another Connie fic where he’s a plug.

boys need love 2.

summary: connie took you with him to all his drops stop by stop, things lead to another/ just know he needs to blow off steam and your there for him.

warning: oral, black y/n, messy y/n, a bit of mean connie, slighy rough, throat goat, mature scenes, etc.

I’m

swiping on your phone looking for outfits you’d purchased later on while sitting in a curled up position in the passenger seat waiting for connie to finish the trade. turning your to look at him approach the car and smile, finally seating down on the drivers seat and giving you a quick kiss he pulled off and went to the next destination. this has been going on for a while, him taking you to his drops but making sure your not seen he just loves when you were next to him.

“what’s you looking at so intensely on your phone mariposa?” he spoke so low with that accent that made you want to jump out your seat and su- “I’m looking for new clothes but these are not giving what they’re supposed to give.” rolling your eyes at those ugly ass options. “uh huh well when you’re done show me it and I’ll buy it fo you, and it better not be something that’s gone rip because of that fat ass.” laughing at the memory of that previously happening but yelping at feeling a squeeze in your ass from him slipping a hand behind you to grab on it.

“con- move your hand and focus on driving !!” smiling and moving his hand and went back to focusing on the road. stopping the car at some house connie reached over you to grab the last bag left that was in the glove department. fixing your glasses and giving your head a kiss like he always did before he left he went and got up walking up to the house. this time the drop took a while causing you to be a bit worried, reaching under your seat to grab the glock so you can go walk up to the house but was stopped by connie storming out the house with a mugging face.

“you good-” “-not right now y/n.” taken aback but not only his rudeness but him saying your government name. rolling your eyes and going back to your phone ignoring him the whole ride. “tell me you don’t know a javon y/n.” finally stopping the car at the drive way and tilting his head to the side staring at you. “nigga what- who tf is a ja- ohhh” you knew that house looked familiar! it was one of your bitch ass ex’s house. “he’s just an ex con” you answered but that didn’t seem to matter to him.

“an ex who asks me all sorts of questions like ‘is her pussy still good?’ ‘she like when you hit from the side’ ‘tell her hit me up when you done alr?’” after saying that sentence connie stopped the car and headed towards the house reaching into your guys shared bedroom. following after him trying to get his attention to which he would ignore, finally after reaching the room and standing up in front of him as he’s sat on the bed. “con he was trolling you, he doesn’t know shit about me fr, it doesn’t even matter anyway he’s a bum.” trying to relieve the conversation by reaching your hand to rub at connie’s curls to which he moves away.

sighing you went to the last resort by putting your body wave 30 inch into a ponytail and fixing your glasses to stay on sturdier. getting down on your knees and sliding his joggers off along with his boxers and taking his dick into your hands. “y/n the fuck are you doin- fuckkkk~” rolling his head back when you slid the tip past your throat and sucking sloppily while jerking the rest of the length off. rubbing at his balls while you started to deep throat it all the way to the bottom and started shaking your head causing bubbles to erupt and cover the whole bottom half of your face not caring if it looked messy.

curling his toes and groaning out loudly connie was paralyzed on the bed with his eyes rolling back, yes he’s gotten head before but you, you weren’t ordinary bitch you were a leech!! “ohhh shittt~ mamii~ that feels so good~” bring his hand onto your head to find something to give a bit of a tug on. letting out a slight whimper and bite his lap as you took it out your mouth and slapped the tip on your tongue repeatedly while flicking your tongue in a rapid motion against the tip. “you like that papi~” you said as you went down to start licking at his balls while looking up at him. “you know I do mami~ fuckk just like that~” kissing his teeth while reeling his head back connie didn’t know if he was in heaven or just dead overall by the way you was taking his soul, nigga had his toes curling, back arching, lip bitten, eyes rolled back, whimpers,and high pitch ass moans.

slipping it out over and over again as a way to tease him but rubbing his tip on the pad of your tongue letting him shoot his cum down your throat which you gladly swallowed. rubbing in his thighs to calm down his rapid breaths and minor leg shakes you leaned up and laid your head on his clenched stomach “you feel better pa~?” “yess~ you did such a good job mariposa~”

[whowantslovergirl]

Why are you here?

Nate Jacobs x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: a lil bit of smut, suggestive lyrics ig, there is so much song fics i deeply apologize, cursing, this is before Maddy but they’re in junior year already, so like beginning of junior year, Y/N HAVING THE MOST SELF RESPECT, Nate Jacobs, mgk song 🤠,italics are flashbacks,^ this means start the song 💋 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

euphoria masterlist

Summary: Nate and Y/N are so bad for each other

posted: February 12,2024

Nate and Y/N broke up two months ago and Nate still thinks they’re together. She can never move on. He definitely cannot move on. They are terrible for each other and they know that but they still find each other. ^

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

You were at some random party. Maddy forced you to come. You were having fun until you saw him, your ex, on some other girl grinding on her. You can’t be mad. You had a date but still why is he with another girl.

_____

It was 12:05 you guys were both in the bathroom.

Fucking.

You can’t believe you did this.

“I can’t believe I did this! Get out of me Nate!” He finished and you were freaking out. You put your hands on your face freaking out. The main reason you were mad is because this is not the first time this happened.

“Calm down Y/N it’s not that serious.”

“To you! I promised myself that this bathroom thing will not happen again!” You rushed out of the bathroom leaving him.

I'm not myself

I'm not myself when you're around, no

Can't be helped

We are insane, that's just the way it goes

Nate and Y/N are back together for the tenth? time and it’s good for now.

Until you saw him with Maddy.

_____

“Maddy, Nate? Are you serious?”

“It’s not that serious Y/N.”

“You always say that! But if it was my ex you would be throwing a bitch fit!”

and he did.

**Flashback**

“Why the fuck were you talking to him!” Nate was screaming because you talking to your ex.

He accidentally bumped into you and said sorry and you said it’s fine.

That was the whole conversation.

“I’m sorry is two words talking now?! All I said was it’s fine!”

“Bullshit!”

You rolled your eyes. “Unbelievable Un fucking believable!”

**End of Flashback**

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told me keep on all the lights

I'ma show you what you like

Two months later. Everyone is at a party.

And Nate is trying to get back together again.

“Come on you know we’re perfect for each other!”

“No we’re really not Nate. Please leave me alone. I have pepper spray and a pocket knife in my bag.” Then you walked away trying to leave.

Help you put back on your clothes

Make sure nothing's on your nose

Ain't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

“We’re really not right?” Nate said smirking. The bathroom shit happened again.

“Shut the fuck up Nate.” You said rolling your eyes. He can see you struggling with your dress and helps you.

“Oh I bet you’re gonna brag about this huh? ‘Oh yea I fucked her again!’ right?”

“I actually never told anyone about this.” You just roll your eyes and left. That is such bullshit.

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

“Fuck!” You said finishing. He groaned and slipped out of you. “We really need to stop this nonsense Nate.”

“Why Y/n? Nothing is going wrong.”

“To you Nate! I promised myself I wouldn’t do this shit with you again!” He tried to speak but you just left. He smirked and left slightly after.

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

“We can never be friends. We are way past that point.” You said while in Nate’s room. He asked if you guys can talk and you said yes.

“Yea friends don’t do what we do.” He said laughing.

“This isn’t funny Nate! We’re done. I’m done.” You said trying to walk out but he grabbed your arm. “If you’re done why was I inside you last night?”

“Ugh you’re an asshole!”

“I know. So I’ll see you in the bathroom Y/n.” You didn’t say anything and left like always.

I couldn't cry

I need to smoke, I'm feeling sick inside

From seeing you next to a friend of mine

We didn't speak but I read your mind

Both telling lies, our alibis didn't work this time

It’s been six months since you guys last fucked in the bathroom. And you’ve been taking care of yourself not worrying about Nate. You’re with McKay just talking, not anything special just catching up as two friends.

Nate saw this and just walked out, mad that you’re not talking to him or laughing with him. He’s so fucking angry.

I'm a demon in the night

She's an angel with the white

Told her keep on all the lights

You can show me what you like

“Hey angel.” You jumped because you didn’t know he was in there, in your room. “Nate get out.”

“You know you don’t want me to do that. I just wanna see you.”

“Well I don’t want to see you so get out.” He starts getting closer and the back of your knees hit the bed causing you to fall on the bed. He slowly comes on top of you and starts kissing, biting, and licking your neck.

“Nate stop.” You said pushing him away.

“You don’t really want me to stop do you?” You just stay silent and he takes off your shirt then his own.

“Ima show you what you like baby.”

Help me put back on my clothes

Make sure nothing's on my nose

Can't even tell my closest homies, nobody knows

Nate and Y/n are now dating (again) but secretly this time. You didn’t want the backlash from your friends and Nate was going with it because you told him too. He couldn’t give less of a fuck.

You guys are about to go to a party but got occupied with each other. Before you were about to go. “Wait Nate, you have stuff on your nose.” You said as you wipe the ‘stuff’ off his nose.

“Thanks baby.”

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

Nate and Y/n broke up again. They were at a party, saw the other with someone else, 12:05 hit the clock and they were back in the bathroom.

“We really need to stop Nate!”

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

You were calling Nate seeing if he’s busy and he picked up immediately.

“Hey angel.” You roll your eyes. “Hi Nate.”

“Why are you calling me?” You can hear the tiredness in his voice but you ignore it.

“I was saying that it’s over like forever. And I’m probably gonna go back but I just want some type of closure.”

“Ok…” He sat up in his bed and was about to say something but you beat him too it. “So bye Nate.”

Yeah, I know that I said I was at home

Okay, yeah, you caught me

I thought that you said you were all alone

Look at you lying

You’re at another party and you saw Nate. He said he was home. You walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder and he turned around looking like he seen a ghost. “I thought you were home Nate. I want to talk to you.”

“Don’t pin this on me Y/n. You said you were all alone. Look at you lying.”

“Shut the fuck up. Now come on I want to fuck you one last time before I actually end this.” His mouth opened a little bit but he smirked.

“Lead the way angel.”

I hate that I saw you again last night

You were with somebody and so was I

Met you in the bathroom at 12:05

And I fucked you again

After you guys were done. You sat on the sink and he sat across from you on the bathtub.

“Were you serious about you ending things for good?” He said breaking the silence. You just nodded and his head went in his hands.

“I really hate the way you make me feel Nate. We gotta end this for good. The only reason it didn’t happen sooner was because you didn’t want to end. You gotta let go Nate.”

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can never be friends

After you told Nate that it was over, he went completely MIA, missing classes, not going to practice. He can’t even fathom that this is happening. He thought you guys were forever.

That Y/n and Nate were forever.

We can never be friends, yeah, yeah, yeah

An: HSIEJDIDJ ok but if you didn’t get the time placement THIS IS BEGINNING JUNIOR YEAR meaning that it just started so basically Y/n was Nate’s villain origin story 😔 BUT HOPED YOU ENJOYED MY LOVERS 🤍🤍

[farfaras]

I think I got an ex but I forgot him.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3 (this is it.) AO3 link.

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Their plan changed. Them planing to come out changed things, mostly the storyline they were going for. Jonathan realizing he was lonely and didn’t actually love Steve as a way to end the relationship seemed too gut wrenching for a baby gay to witness. So that was out.

The timing of them getting together would stay the same. But instead of those elaborate phases they planned, they would just take it one day at a time. Like normal couples would. When they decide to break up, they would just say they realized they work better as friends. Simple, easy.

Today was probably the hardest part of the plan. Coming out to everyone. Dustin actually convinced them, made them believe that the whole crew would be supportive. If anything went sideways Steve was definitely putting this on him.

They had get togethers almost weekly now. It was a comfort thing. Most of the time the brats used these gatherings to play their nerd game. The rest of them just hanging out. Steve only wished Mike took better care of his basement.

The party and Eddie were playing their game on the table. Steve made sure he sat down close to Jonathan, Robin on his other side. Eleven and Max were reading some comics in the corner, on a beanbag. They looked comfortable.

Steve was anxious. He didn’t know how Jonathan could take this level of anticipation and anxiousness. He was fidgeting almost violently, so Jonathan took his hand in his. Robin, who was in the middle of a rant, faltered for a second before going back to talking. Both Steve and Jon’s attention on her. Even though she was still talking, she looked Steve in the eyes and raised a single brow. He knew what she was asking. He hopefully telepathically sent the right message.

When the party announced that they finished their session for today, Mike rushed to get some drinks. Jonathan dropped his hand and resumed his previous position. Steve caught Will and Eddie curiously eyeing the movement, while Dustin was downright staring and not so subtlely hiding his grin.

Everyone was chatting amongst themselves, when Mike returned Jonathan cleared his throat. “Uh, guys?” His voice was slightly louder than it normally was. Also firm. “We have some news.”

Mike raised an eyebrow. “Who’s we?”

Steve spoke up. “Me and Jonathan.”

“Unexpected but welcomed duo, huh.” Robin tried to lighten the mood. It was like every time someone heard the word news they assumed the worst. Steve gave her a grateful glance.

“It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” Steve reassured them. They seemed to relax at that, nodding and giving them their full attention. Jesus, their faces were earnest and curious. Steve didn’t know if he was gonna survive this. He turned to Jonathan. “Should you tell them or do you want me to do it?”

Jon gave him a small and teasing smile. “I’ll tell them. You got the worst of it already.”

“Hey! What the fuck? I thought we were cool, Jonathan.” Dustin protested when he heard Jon. And that reaction just proved his point.

Jon just stared blankly at him. “Someone just spit it out already.” Mike said, rolling his eyes like the impatient little shit he was.

“You just don’t know how to wait, huh.” Lucas shot back.

“Shut up.”

“Grow up, Mike.”

“Oh, please…”

Eddie’s voice cut through the argument dryly. “Kids! Please, just stay quiet so they can say what they need to.”

Jonathan muttered a quiet thanks before taking a deep breath, probably mentally preparing himself. “I’m just gonna say it.” He looked around, then directly at Steve, before addressing the whole group again. “Steve and I are dating.”

It was like Steve was able to watch all their reactions in slow motion. He mostly just felt Robin’s, her gasp and the way her neck almost fell off from how fast she turned to them. Eleven just nodded and went back to reading, he supposed they haven’t taught her all about what the world thinks about homosexuality? Max’s was kinda scary, she just smirked as if she was going through all the new material she had to tease Steve in her mind. Mike and Lucas both raised their eyebrows, they were comically up. Will’s eyes sparkled and widened at the revelation, he was surprised too. And Eddie was almost unreadable. His mouth slightly opened and he looked shocked, frozen.

Mike broke the silence. “There’s no way.”

“It’s true!” Dustin looked ready to defend them if anyone had something even remotely weird to say.

“You knew?!” Lucas almost shrieked.

“I did.” Dustin looked so proud.

Steve didn’t want to look at Robin right now, he had absolutely no idea how she might react. Or if she was gonna be mad about not knowing first. He felt a hand in his that wasn’t Jon, so he looked up to find Robin softly looking at him. She squeezed his hand. “Thanks for telling us, both of you.” She directed this to Jonathan, too.

“It’s kinda weird that you both dated the same girl,” Max started. “But I guess you’re cute, or whatever.”

“Cute or whatever.” El repeated. Still not paying much attention to them.

Steve laughed. “Thanks?” “I guess.” Added Jon.

The only ones who haven’t said anything were Will and Eddie. The rest of the room put their eyes on them.

“Oh. Um. Even if it’s kinda unexpected, that’s great.” Will nervously said. He looked around. “Right?” A chorus of yeses and rights filled the room. Steve could breathe easier.

“Yeah, great.” Eddie muttered. “We’re all happy for you guys.” His smile was small, almost subdued.

“Okay, now that that’s over,” Jonathan tried to end this conversation, the kids wouldn’t have that though.

“Wait! I have questions!” Lucas of all people exclaimed. “When was this?”

“Uh– well. We got together a few weeks ago. If that’s what you were asking.” Steve answered.

“When?”

“Like 2 weeks after.” Jon replied. They didn’t need to say after what, it was implied.

They answered all their questions with their planned answers.

Who made the first move? Actually Jonathan because Steve wanted to go at his pace.

How did they get together? Jonathan asked him after they came out to each other.

Were they in love? (This was El) At that, they got caught off guard, they didn’t expect someone to ask that. “We haven’t been together for long, El.” She didn’t seem to understand but left it alone after Max said she’d explain it to her later.

Everyone, like Dustin said, was supportive. Which they were grateful for. And Steve was also super happy for Will and Robin to see that their friends would support them too when they decided to come out.

Steve just didn’t know why Eddie was so quiet all of the sudden. He wasn’t like that, which made Steve worry he was actually not all that okay with this. He didn’t want that to be the case, he didn’t think that was the case. But people could surprise you sometimes.

Steve and Jonathan were holding hands while they answered questions. Whenever Steve chanced a glance at Eddie, he looked like he was staring at their hands but quickly redirected his gaze to something else. Steve felt uneasy.

All too soon it was time to go. Everyone was climbing the stairs, Jon was pulling his hand to get out of the basement. Eddie was still packing some of his stuff. Steve stopped walking. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up with you outside.” He told Jon and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He just nodded and left the basement. Now it was just Steve and Eddie.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s up with you?” Steve hadn’t known Eddie for long. But during these last months they had developed a friendship, so Steve thought he knew Eddie an appropriate amount to know something was off.

Eddie’s eyes were slightly more open than usual. “Nothing’s up. Why do you think that?”

“Well, you were awfully quiet at the end there. Not really like you, is it?” Steve went up to Eddie so now they were standing in front of the other.

“Yeah, I’m just kinda tired you know.” He was looking down at his feet.

“You’re not… uncomfortable, are you?” Steve was scared that he might regret asking that. But the way Eddie wasn’t even looking at him right now, made it hard.

Eddie’s eyes widened and worry splayed over his face. “No!” He loudly said. “Not at all, please don’t think that.” He sighed. “I really am just tired, Steve. I promise.”

Steve nodded, maybe he was being paranoid. “Okay, I just. Well, I was worried for a sec.”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie moved his hand, like he was gonna rest it on Steve’s shoulder but then he aborted. Okay, that didn’t really help his case, but Steve wanted to believe him. “I know how I could’ve come across. But I’m happy for you, Steve. Um, both of you. You deserve it.” He smiled and didn’t give Steve time to respond before he bolted.

When Steve stepped outside, Eddie’s van was already gone. Will, Jon and Robin were waiting for him by his car.

“Just ‘cause you’re the boyfriend now doesn’t mean I’ll give you shotgun privileges, Byers. I hope you know that.” Robin deadpanned.

Jon put his arms up, innocently enough. “I didn’t expect you to.”

“Good.” Robin narrowed her eyes at him. “We’ll have to schedule our shovel talk, by the way.”

Will cackled while they all climbed into the car.

The ride was short, or more like it felt short. Steve didn’t even feel like time was passing with his friends making him laugh and happy.

He dropped off Jon and Will first. Jonathan gave him a peck on his cheek as a goodbye before he and Will entered their home.

Robin was awfully quiet when it was just the two of them left. She was unbuckling her seatbelt to get out when she decided to say something. “I could’ve sworn it was gonna take you longer to figure out your sexuality.” She looked at him, fondly. Steve was expecting a lot of things, but not that. “Even if I wasn’t given an exclusive, I’m happy for you, Dingus. Hope he treats you well.” She got out of the car with a salute, the dork.

What did Robin mean by all that?

-

This was like a whole other level of fucked up. The universe really liked to just tell Eddie “fuck you!” whenever it wanted. And this moment felt like it was up there, in the top 5.

It was one thing to have a crush on a straight friend, who was so unattainable that he didn’t even need to worry about ever bringing it up, outside of his mind. Steve was a great friend. Which just made him crush harder. It was so easy to almost, not completely, ignore it. Eddie had it all mapped out, he was gonna pine from afar until Steve got a girlfriend. Then he’d make himself get over him. He knew it wasn’t gonna be easy, but he had to. For his sanity.

Leave it to Jonathan freaking Byers, to throw that down the drain.

Eddie was well aware how bad his reaction was to the whole thing. He didn’t want Steve thinking the worst of him. He tried his best at reassuring him that he was happy for them! Even if he wasn’t at all. But at the end of the day, Eddie figured he’s still a coward. Because he ran so fast at the first opportunity he had to get out of there.

He supposed that now that Steve was taken, he still would have to get over him.

But it was so much worse now.

Steve being straight kinda softened the punch of any unrequited feelings Eddie had. He had to accept the cruel reality of Steve never even being able to return them. And he was sure he could live with that.

What he wasn’t sure he could live with is Steve liking guys, but still not liking him.

He bitterly wondered what could Jonathan possibly have that he didn’t. Which wasn’t fair at all because it wasn’t his fault that Steve would choose to date him instead of Eddie. Eddie even liked Jonathan.

This was gonna be torture. But Eddie knows that he was still gonna suffer through it. There wasn’t anything really, that could keep him away from Steve.

[devastatedloyallute]

// Bigger Than The Whole Sky // GuitarSpear - Adam x Lute

Summary: “Alright, so here we go, in order. Lilith went and cheated on me with Lucifer, then Lucifer convinced Eve to eat the one fucking thing we were told not to eat, got us both in deep shit, she started to get distant with me, then officially left me when one of our twins killed the other. The end, goodnight.”

Warnings: 🤷🏽‍♀️ I dunno

nah but in all seriousness, there is Major Character Death, but mainly it's a lot of fluff!

Note: Hey there peoples! Long post incoming! This will be the entirety of my GuitarSpear fic, if you'd like to read it in chapters you can go to my AO3 here! Hope you enjoy! Thank you again @shinynewboots 💕

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Lute and Adam lay on the couch watching some movie he had put on, some cheesy rom-com or something. It had been a week or so after that pretentious meeting with the Hell Princess. It was one of their casual nights in: a movie, snacks, PJs on, masks off, prime cuddling time. One of Adam’s arms was being used as a pillow for his head, the other around Lute’s waist as she lay in front of him. 

Lute, having lost interest in the movie a while ago, was off in her own thoughts. ‘ What makes me so different? Why did Adam choose me? Romantically speaking, that is. He could have anyone he wants…So why ?’

“Sir, why did you choose me?” She asks tilting her head back to look up to him.

“Huh?” He looks down at her puzzled, “Whadda mean?”

“What makes me different from your ex-wives?”

“What brought this on, Babe? You suddenly jealous or somethin’? That isn’t fuckin’ like you,” He grins and pokes her belly.

“Of course not! I was just curious, is all. You could have anyone, but here I am.” She says, playfully swatting his hand from her stomach.

“Well, ya know, I’ve told you both of them betrayed and left me. And you haven’t done that, and we’ve been hooked up for what, decades now? Longer? Who the fuck knows, but I know, that you’re the best damn thing I’ve got. And you’ve gotta be real fucking stupid to think I’d let you go,” He says as he squeezes her and nuzzles her cheek. “This movie is kinda dragging on, ready for bed?”

Lute nods as they get up to stretch and head off down the hallways towards their room. They stop at the bathroom to take a piss and brush their teeth. Spitting out her toothpaste, Lute asks, “So, you gonna continue to tell me what makes me so different? Go on, tell me how special I am~” She didn’t need the reassurance, she’s just teasing at this point, stalling bedtime.

“Fine, if you’re gonna be so adamant about it, let’s make it a story time. At my expense. You really wanna hear my sob story?” he replied with sarcasm. Lute stared up at him with puppy eyes and a pleading smile on her face. Adam rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair. “Come on then.”

The two get settled into bed, lying facing each other. Lute was still looking at him waiting. Adam gave a defeated sigh as he knew she wasn’t going to drop this topic until she got whatever answer she was looking for. 

“Alright, so here we go, in order. Lilith went and cheated on me with Lucifer, then Lucifer convinced Eve to eat the one fucking thing we were told not to eat, got us both in deep shit, she started to get distant with me, then officially left me when one of our twins killed the other. The end, goodnight.” He sped out in one breath.

Lute was dumbfounded, “That… gave me more questions than answers. I’m sorry, what the fuck?” She rubbed her forehead, trying to process all of that. “I was aware of the Lucifer shit, but what was that about your kid killing your other kid?!”

“Yup, and Eve tried to tell me it was all my fault and that I should have known better, yadda yadda- whatever. I wasn’t the one who ate that stupid apple and gained knowledge of shit. She did, and all the kids were born with that shit too. Not fucking me!”

“Wait, so what happened? Was she just super naive before the whole apple incident?”

“Yeah, she was the complete opposite of Lilith. She was real sweet, but emotionally too soft. The main problem with Lilith was she was defiant as shit. Eve, on the other hand, was entirely compliant. Was awesome at first, but she wouldn’t stand up for herself. She was such a sensitive baby. She took everything I said to heart, even when I was joking. Worst part was that she wouldn’t ever tell me if her feelings got hurt, but I could tell by the look in her eyes. I had felt horrible, but you know, it was my way of messing around. But I became afraid to say anything to her, in fear of hurting her. She was literally made for me, and I pushed her away. Big reason I was set on the whole ‘not going to fall in love again’ thing.” His tone was full of melancholy.

“But even after her fucking up our eternal paradise, we still stayed together. There was nobody else. She changed after eating that fucking apple. She became cold and distant. We did what we had to to survive, no longer in Eden where there were no dangers. ‘Course we fucked ‘cause you know, boredom. It was vanilla as fuck though, nothing like us,” He smirked at Lute with a wink. She responded with an eye roll and a smirk of her own.

“Then the twins were born, Cain and Abel. I loved those little shits. We had other kids too but they’re not important to this story,” He said as he waved his hand up.

Lute nodded, and then realized just how old Adam’s soul really is. ‘ Holy fuck, he’s ancient. And a dilf. Wow. Anyway ’ she thought.

“Anyway, as soon as they started walking on their own there was no fuckin’ stopping them. They were off playing their make believe games. I managed to at least keep them within ear shot if anything happened, but we had secured our home base pretty well. Not as safe as Eden, but as close as we could get. Eve was always off doing her own thing, and didn't want to be anywhere around me. At sunset I’d shout for the boys to come back and they’d tell me all about their adventures.”

“Did you ever join them?” Lute asked.

“Of fuckin’ ‘course I did! Good way to keep an eye on ‘em and have fun and form bonds with them,” he chuckled. “The boys were around eight years old when it happened. Cain told me he had ‘pretend’ killed his brother during their game. I guess I should have known something was up when he came back alone.”

-

“Okay, I won, you can stop being dead now. Come on, it’s starting to get dark. Dad’s gonna call for us any minute,” Cain says as he nudges his brother with his foot. “Abel, I get it, you’re a great pretender, but games over, let’s go home.” 

After Abel’s refusal to move, Cain grabs the stick he had used as his weapon in their game, ready to poke him. “I’m gonna poke you again if you don’t get up right now.” He looked down the pointed stick, noticing there was red liquid at its tip. Then it all clicked. He looked Abel over and saw the matching red liquid coming from his chest. He carefully moves his brother's hand over the wound to hide it. ‘Oh no’ was Cain’s only thought as he ran to hide the blood-stained stick off in a bush, before running to get his father.

“DAD! Dad, dad-” Cain came panting, “Abel stopped playing with me, will you come help?”

“What? What’s wrong?” Adam questioned. ‘That’s not like them, they always get along with their games,’ he thought.

“I can’t explain it, you gotta come get him!” as Cain sped off.

As the two arrive at Abel's body, Cain awkwardly looks around, making sure his accidental weapon couldn’t be seen. Adam looks Abel over, unsure of why he wasn’t responding. Adam kneels down and picks him up to carry him home, “He’ll be fine, must just be tuckered out from playing so hard. So what game were you playing this time?”

“We were playing hunters. I was the hunter and he was a bear! Like when we saw mom fight a bear that time, remember? Yeah, so we were playing, and I jabbed the bear ‘cause he was chasing after me. And then Abel stopped playing. Even after I said the game was done, he didn’t get up. I dunno why, maybe he was really tired like you said, I dunno.” Cain said with a nervous shrug.

They made it back to their home shelter, Adam set Abel down on the makeshift bed mat. Cain hurried beside his brother, watching him cautiously. ‘I am gonna be in so much trouble…what do I do?’

The night passed without incident.

In the morning when Abel still did not rise, his skin looking a lot paler as well, Cain grew more anxious. He knew he had done something wrong, but had no way to fix it. Guilt was eating at him, he had to tell someone. He had to tell his mother, she would know what to do.

“Mom? Can I tell you something?” Cain said sheepishly with his eyes looking at his feet.

“Of course, honey, what is the matter?” Eve asked as she knelt to his eye level.

“I…I think I did a bad. A really big bad. I think yesterday while Abel and I were playing, I hurt him really bad. I didn’t mean to! It was just pretend! But…I think I killed him.”

“Killed? Why do you think that?” Eve asked in a skeptical tone.

“It was like when you killed that bear that was attacking us. You poked it really hard and then it stopped moving. We were playing hunters and he was the bear. After I poked him he was bleeding, I think.”

“Oh my,” Eve brought her hand to her mouth, “Where was your father during this?!”

“He was at home, why?” Cain questioned.

“He should have been watching you two! If he was, this wouldn't have happened!” Eve stood, and headed off towards home.

“ADAM!” Hearing such an aggressive tone, one that he had only ever heard her use when defending against the wildlife, Adam’s head snapped in the direction of her voice. Eve was heading at him, enraged. He’d never seen such rage in her eyes before.

“Eve? I’ve been giving you your space, what did I do??” His hands raised and a tinge of fear in his voice. She had never raised her voice at him or even confronted him, much less aggressively.

“Where’s Abel?” Eve asked, though it was less of a question and more of a demand.

“He’s still asleep! He musta been really tired from yesterday,” Adam stated as Eve began to look for her son. She found him, pale and cold to the touch. 

“He isn’t sleeping you dunce, he’s dead!” Eve uncovered the wound hidden under Abel's hand. Adam had come over to see for himself, and sure enough, there was a small gaping hole in Abel’s chest.

“I swear that wasn’t there yesterday. How did that even happen?!” Adam stared in shock and disbelief.

“You weren’t watching the boys, that’s how! You’re supposed to watch over them, keep them safe! Cain stabbed him with a stick during their game!”

“How was I to know this would happen?! They’ve always been fine without much supervision before, why would this time have been different? And by that, he learned it from you, after watching you kill that bear,” Adam gestured to her.

“Oh, so, what was I meant to do? Let the bear kill all of us?” Eve threw her arms up in a huff.

Cain watched his parents back and forth as they continued to argue. This was his fault, but he didn’t think he would really kill his brother when reenacting their mother’s bear fight. It really was an accident.

Eve grabbed Cain by the wrist, “We’re leaving, you will not be seeing us again. Oh, and you might want to start digging a hole to bury him. I will not stand to bury my own son.”

Cain followed his mother but looked over his shoulder to see his father. Adam stood defeated, his shoulders slouched, and looking at Abel’s body.

 “I’m sorry.” Cain pouted.

“This isn’t your fault, sweetheart. But you will have to live with this for the rest of your life.” Eve tried to comfort him. 

“Can I fix it somehow?” He looked at her with pleading eyes.

“I don’t think so, honey,” she squeezed his hand, “but I’ll be with you through it.”

Adam watched as they left, an emptiness growing in his chest. As reality set in he fell to his knees. He was alone yet again. After a bit of collecting himself, he brings himself to the body of his son. He felt pains in his heart, now understanding that his son was gone. 

He sets a large stone at the head of the hole he had spent the last hour digging, before slowly lowering Abel into it. He felt hot tears run down his cheeks as he began filling the hole. ‘What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this? Why?!’

Years passed, but Adam never left the place he had called home, despite the horrible memories. Day and night, in and out, he grieved at his lost son’s grave. He rarely ate, and couldn’t bear to go too far from the grave, in fear that a wild animal would come and dig Abel out of the ground while he was gone and Adam would have to deal with the emotions of burying him again. 

When Adam awoke, he was no longer beside his son’s grave. He was now in the clouds. “What is this? Where am I?”

“Welcome first man, Adam. This is Heaven. You are the first human soul to arrive.” Said the angel who appeared in front of him.

“Huh? How did I get here? What about my home?” He questioned frantically, looking around.

“You must have passed in your sleep. You died.” The angel avoided eye contact, and disregarded his questions. 

“Oh. Alright, so I guess nothing down there matters anymore. So what do I do here?”

“Whatever you like,” The angel gestured to the rest of Heaven.

“Great, so a whole lot of nothing. Being alone again. Forever. Cool,” Adam rolled his eyes in contempt.

“Not quite, there are other angels here. Soon enough there will be other souls here,”

“Wait, so, will my family be here too? What about my son? He died before me, is he here?”

“Unfortunately, not everyone comes here. Those who have committed sins do not. Your wife, Eve, did commit the first sin, which is what got you removed from paradise. She will not be here. One of your sons, Cain, will also not be here when he dies. He committed the first murder.”

“But that was an accident! He never meant to do that, they were children playing a game. They were good kids.” Adam argued.

“Accident or not, it makes no difference. Sin is sin. You will understand that in time. Those who belong here will be here.”

The angel left in a flash of light, leaving Adam feeling conflicted. Maybe they were right. He must have done something right if he ended up here. 

-

“But yeah, that’s that story, ya happy now?” Adam said as he scooted closer to Lute.

“That does clear that up.” She draped her arm over his shoulder, pulling him in. “You good? Something else on your mind, Sir?” 

“Ya know, this wasn’t it but it’s pretty fucking weird you keep calling me ‘Sir’ even when we aren’t on the job, Babe.” He muttered into her chest.

“And you calling me ‘Babe’ even though you tend to call nearly every woman babe, isn’t?” She smirked, curling a bit of his hair around her finger.

“...yeah okay, fair point. Anyway, I fuckin’ love you. I’m so fucking scared to lose you. I’ve somehow fucked up every legitimate relationship I’ve been in. I mean yeah, before you came along, I’d messed around with angels and stuff. There was that one and only time Sera let me down on Earth, and I fucked around with human ladies, yeah she wasn’t impressed with me on that one. But none of those were genuine feelings, you know?” Adam recounted his times as Lute petted his hair down. “I didn’t want to let myself get feelings for fucking anyone. Didn’t need to go through heartbreak in fucking Heaven, am I right?”

He looked up at her with soft eyes, “But when I met you, things felt different. I wanted to force those thoughts and feelings away. You climbed those ranks and soon you were appointed as lieutenant. I figured I could do one of two things: either give in and try to swoon you, or push you away. Can’t get rejected if I never try right? To be real, trying to push you away only backfired.”

Lute looked a little taken aback, “You were pushing me away? Couldn’t tell,” she shrugged.

“Me being an asshole seemed to only pull you in, you crazy bitch. You’re a masochist or somethin’, Babe,” He cupped her cheek and booped her nose with his thumb.

“What really makes you different is that you’re everything they were but better. I’m not afraid to pester you, and if I do go too far you put me in my fuckin’ place. You don’t take shit, and can dish it out. We have practically the same humor, we can bully each other but know it’s not serious. But we also have these soft and sensitive times. Not to mention our awesome as fuck sex life. You’re a kinky bitch.” He grins as he kisses her. Lute wraps her arms around his head as they kiss, breaking for air only to go in again. Smiles on both their faces, this truly was paradise.

“You know, I’ve got some insecurities too, now seems to be the time to voice them,” Lute brushed her now messy bangs out of her face.

“I just spilled my guts, so go for it, Babe,” He leaned back, ready to listen.

“It’s nothing spectacular, just that even though I’m well respected among the exorcists, I can’t shake the feeling of being outcasted. Not that I don’t get along with the others, but there’s this weighing feeling of judgment from them.”

“Eh, they’re just fuckin’ jealous of your position.”

“That’s just it, it’s not just that. I’ve heard them whisper about how I’m ‘the bosses’ favorite’.”

“Fucking true though-” He chirped, only to be met with a glare from Lute.

“You’re all I’ve got, Sir. Because of my position, and our status, the other exorcists are…intimated. So it’s been difficult to make…friends.” Lute appeared dejected. Adam sat up and scooped her into his lap. 

“Aw, don’t be down, Lute. You’ve got me and I’ve got you, who needs anyone else?” He squeezed her and nuzzled his forehead to hers. She nuzzled him back and kissed his cheek.

Someone had initiated a tickle war. There was a dramatic *THUD* as said someone hit the floor.

Lute tried to catch her breath, recovering from the laughing fit brought on by Adam flinging himself off the bed. 

“You okay?” She managed to chuckle out, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Hah, fuck, yeah, yeah I’m good,” He huffed out as he brought himself to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, did you ever get an answer to what happened to Abel? Is he in Heaven or not?”

“Yeah he’s up here. Like how the fuck do you forget about the kid running around up here somewhere? How they managed to keep him a secret is beyond me.”

“So, where is he?” Lute questioned as Adam crawled up onto the bed rubbing the back of his head.

“He’s uh, now he’s in that district where the young kids go. Kids who died from neglect and shit. It’s basically a giant playground daycare sorta place. Emily decided she really didn’t want it looking like a school ‘cause it wouldn’t be the best memories for the ones who were killed in those fucking school shootings. They still learn a few things but yeah it’s mainly a playplace.” Adam said as he awkwardly fixed his pajamas and straightened his feathers.

“...Have you ever gone to see him?”

“I did, once…It was a few years after I got here, I had just learned that he was up here. I hadn’t really thought he’d be up here since I was told I was the first human here, so when Sera told me, I went to go see him. When he saw me though he was terrified. I tried to be like ‘hey it’s me, your dad!’ only for him to make the saddest fucking face I’d ever seen and his little voice go ‘You let me die.’ It felt like being stabbed, set on fire, then thrown down an endless pit. It fucking sucked. I already had to bury this kid, just for him to also blame me for his death in the afterlife.” Adam faceplanted himself into his pillow with a groan. 

Lute pat his back in an attempt to comfort him. “It’s been a while, maybe you could try seeing him again? He’s eight, I don’t think he’ll have held a grudge this long.”

“Ughhh but what if he has? What if he doesn’t even want to see me? I have ultimately failed as a dad. You don’t know the pain of being rejected so coldly by your own kid. That shit stays with you.” Adam whined, turning his head to look at her. “You gonna come with me?”

“Of course, Sir. We don’t have any meetings tomorrow so we can go then.” She plants a small kiss on his temple. He groaned in response. Of course, he would want to see his son again, but doesn’t want to feel guilt tripped again. “Let’s get some rest.” 

Coming up to the entrance, the large sign reads ‘Heaven’s Forever Daycare’. Adam shoved his hands into his pockets, still regretting letting Lute convince him to do this. Lute brushed her hand over his arm in reassurance.

“Don’t worry, Sir. The important thing is you’re here. I’ll do the talking. Come on,” Lute lead the way into the building, with Adam cautiously following her inside. At the desk stood an angel whose name tag read ‘Elle - Nanny’, their clothes were covered in stickers, presumably from the children.

“Good morning, we are here to see Abel,” Lute said as she stepped up to the desk.

“Good morning, ma’am. Unfortunately, you will have to be a little more specific. We have about 30 ‘Abels’ here. Last name?” The nanny smiled politely at her.

Lute looked over to Adam who had his back turned to them, fiddling with the horns of his mask, and his feathers ruffled. She sighed and looked back at the worker, “There isn’t a last name. The first man, Adam’s son, that Abel.”

The angel looked past Lute, at Adam, giving him a look of concern. “Ah, I see…one moment.”

Lute stepped back to console the anxious Adam, “You should probably remove your mask, Sir. He might not be able to recognize you with it.”

Adam removed his mask with a sigh, “Fuck…yeah, yeah you’re right. Fuck, I already hate this.”

A voice cried out “DAD!” followed by running footsteps. They turn to see a small boy with soft brown hair and golden eyes, running at them with arms held wide. Abel stops short of the pair, startled by Lute. 

“Wait, who are you?” He tilted his head at her in confusion.

Lute knelt down to his eye level, “I’m Lute, your, uh-” she glances over at Adam, looking for an answer, only to be given a confused shrug. “Uh, I guess sort of like a stepmom? Sure, we’ll go with that.” She fumbled her way through that sentence.

 “Stepmom? That’s so cool!! I have a mom again! Wait, mom would be confusing ‘cause I used to have one of those…can I call you mama instead?” He says as he hugs her enthusiastically.  

Lute fights back the tears that threaten to fall that sting at the corner of her eyes. ‘ This kid is adorable ’ she thinks. “Uh, sure, buddy, Mama works.” She pat his head, looking over his features, “You look so much like your dad, it’s uncanny.”

Abel stepped toward Adam, looking up at him expectantly with his arms raised. Adam took a deep breath and picked his son up. “Hey kiddo, so…you still mad at me?” 

Abel shook his head, “No not anymore, Dad. I’ve learned a lot of things and one of those is forgiveness. People make mistakes, they’re just human after all. Sometimes all they need is a second chance, right?” 

Adam and Lute look at each other wide-eyed, sharing the same thought,  ‘ Oh shit, we are gonna be horrible parents to this kid. He’s too pure. ’ 

Abel wrapped his little arms around Adam’s neck and Adam put his hand on his kid’s back. “Thanks kiddo. Hey wanna go back with us? Or maybe just spend the day getting caught up and you can get to know your new mom?” 

Abel looked to the nanny as if asking if it were okay to go with them, to be given a nod in response. He sees his friends in the distance, them watching him with his dad. “Yeah but…I want to come back here. I can’t leave my friends, dad. They don’t have their moms or dads here with them. But sometimes one of their parents will come to get them, and then they don’t come back. We all miss them when they leave. We know they are with family again but we never see them again. It’s really sad.” 

Lute comes to stand beside them, “Okay buddy we can do that, if you want to stay here we can always come and visit if you’d like,”  Abel nods in agreement and pulls out his fist, and Lute returns the fist bump. The kid’s eyes lit up and a smile grew on his face. 

“Here, take this for a sec,” Adam says as he hands Abel to Lute so he could put his mask back on. Abel giggles as he's passed to Lute. “So where ya wanna go, squirt?”

No response. 

“Hey? Hello?” Adam made confused faces, waving his hand over the kid’s face to get his attention.

Lute chuckles, “He’s watching how your mask changes”  

“Ooh yeah that tracks, it’s pretty fuckin cool, huh?” Abel nods in amazement. “So now will ya tell me where you wanna go? The zoo? Ice cream shop? Anywhere, you name it.” 

“Oooh, ice cream! Ice cream!” He chanted.

Adam puts Abel on his back, “Aight, hold on tight kid. You ever flown before?”

The kid shook his head. “Nuh-uh, my wings are too small,” He pouted.

“Well, you’re gonna now, at least as a passenger anyway. Get ready for the coolest time you’ve ever fuckin’ had!” With the flap of mighty wings, they were off. 

Heading to the ice cream shop, Adam made a loop in the air, only for Abel to have slipped off half way around. “OH SHIT” Adam mid-panic, managed to grab him quickly, “Whoops, you fucking good, kiddo?”

Abel stared up at his father with wide eyes, clearly shaken. “Y-yeah. That was scary. Fun, but scary. Please don’t do that again.”

“Holy fuck. Trust me little man, that was not planned. Fuckin’ gave me a heart attack.”

Lute hovered close by, disappointingly reminding herself, ‘ Boys will be boys. Boys will be boys .”

Back at home, they ordered pizza and wings for dinner. Sitting at the kitchen table, Adam asks, “So bud, did you have fun today? Anything we forgot?”

“Yeah I did have lots of fun. But I do have a question. The adults won’t tell me, but you’re my dad so you would know, right?” Abel questions as he bites more of his pizza slice.

“Yeah! I know everything, hit me.” Adam boasted as he stuffed a wing in his mouth and pulled it back out clean.

“Where did mom and brother go? Why aren’t they here in Heaven with us?”

Silence. 

“Uh, well…Um…” Adam fumbled his hands around trying to form the way to word things. “Well, ya see…There are good people, and then there are not so good people. The not so good people go to a different place. So..” He shrugged, hoping to drop this topic.

Abel furrowed his brow and frowned. After a bit he asked, “Can we go visit them?” 

Lute put her hand on his shoulder, “Sorry buddy, we can’t do that.”

 “They’re probably not there anymore anyway,” Adam said under his breath not so quietly, which got met with a glare from Lute. 

“What does he mean, mama?” Abel looked at her with pleading eyes, hurt and confused.

Lute searched her mind for a way to answer without saying, ‘ We go down and purge the bad souls on a now bi annual schedule.’ That’s not a good idea.  “That place is full of violence, bad people killing just because they can. They could have fallen by any of those people. It’s not safe down there.” 

Adam realized her little lie and chimed in, “Yeah and there’s also this curse that clears out random souls who have been there for years and years. So that Hell doesn’t get too crowded. There’s a lot, and I mean a lot, of bad, horrible fuckin’ people who go to Hell every year.”

Lute gives him a look of disbelief as if to say, ‘ that was a little on the nose, don’t you think? ’ 

Abel is quiet for a while. “I guess that does make sense. Not everyone comes to Heaven…So there has to be a place for the others to go. But what if there’s some people in Hell who only made small mistakes or just one big mistake? Can’t they eventually be forgiven for them?” 

The pair look at each other with unease. They need to find a way to get off of this topic and fast. It was very uncomfortable. Kid is spouting facts but they go against their entire job and everything they believe in. The silence was becoming deafening, what could they say that would be convincing enough to change the topic?

“How ‘bout we watch a movie?” Adam clapped his hands together, “When the movie’s done we can bring you back to the playcare.”

“Okay! Any movie? Even if I’ve watched it before?” Abel was practically bouncing in his seat. Adam and Lute shared a quick sigh of relief.

“‘Course! So whatcha wanna put on?” Adam, pleased with himself for changing the topic. 

“All Dogs Go To Heaven! I’ve only seen it once, the caretakers didn’t want to put it on again for some reason. I really liked it though! Charlie was a bad doggy, but he sacrificed himself for a little girl and got a second chance to get into Heaven!”

 Lute and Adam shared the same agonizing thought. ‘ It’s gonna be a long night. ’

“Oh you know, Hell is mentioned in the movie but I never thought it was real. Just a movie thing, but now I know that it's not. Maybe that’s why they wouldn’t play it again…But I really enjoyed it!” Abel realized.

As the movie ends, Adam gets up to stretch. ‘ Yeah I can see why they didn’t wanna fucking play that movie again. Yeesh. Fuckin’ tear jerker ending though, damn. ’ Turning back to look at Lute who was picking up the leftovers from dinner, “What did you think, Babe?”

“It was…definitely something. That dog showed great loyalty, I respect it.” 

“Yeah! He became a better dog and got to go back to Heaven! Now do you think bad people can change?” Abel bounced with his little fists balled in excitement.

“Eh it’s just a movie, kiddo. It ain’t real. Anywho, you guys ready to go?”

“Mama, will you carry me this time? I don’t wanna fall again.”

“Come on, I said I was sorry!” 

“You actually didn’t, Sir,” Lute came over to join the two, turning the TV off. “We don’t have to fly there if you don’t want to, can always walk there.”

“Oh okay! Let’s go! I can’t wait to see my friends and tell them what we did today!”

“Sheesh, kid, how do you still have so much fuckin’ energy?” Adam watched as Abel bounced on his toes, just raring to go.

Coming back to the daycare and checking in again with Elle at the desk, Abel gives the pair hugs before he runs off to greet his friends who were waiting for him. “Bye Mama! Bye Dad! Come visit again!” Lute and Adam wave back as they watch his friends look questionably at them. They wave goodbye to the nanny at the desk before heading home.

“Why did your parents bring you back? Did they not want to keep you?” One of the kids asked worriedly.

“No, no! I wanted to come back to be with you guys! I’m lucky to still have my dad but I’d feel bad ditching you guys. I don’t want to just leave and never come back,” Abel says as he waves his hands at his friends. “It’s okay! They’re gonna come visit when they can, they’re really busy with important angel stuff. He’s like a higher up, he’s so cool, my dad’s the best!”

Adam collapsed face first onto the couch, “That was fucking rough.”

“You’re telling me,” Lute said as she grabs a drink for each of them from the fridge. Sett his drink on the coffee table, and nudged him to move over so she can sit on the couch as she took a sip of her drink. “Being called ‘mama’ sure is a super weird feeling. You feel better now that you’ve reunited with Abel?”

Adam raised his head and pat the cushion, wanting to use her lap as a pillow. “You know, yeah. Today was mostly fun. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of my kids, but he hasn’t changed a bit. Well, other than the whole thinking sinners can be redeemed shit. He’s too smart for his own good. Gets it from me, ya know.” 

“Uh huh, of course he does, Sir.” Lute said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Are you for real sassing me right now, bitch?”

“Me? Whaat nooo, I would never,” She said with a mischievous grin.

“You are so lucking I’m so fucking tired.”

“Oh yeah? What would you do if you weren’t?” She cocked her eyebrow at him.

“...”

“Nothing? Giving me the silent treatment now?” 

Still no reaction. Was he really so tired he fell asleep? 

“Hey, dick for brains. I’m gonna push you on the floor if you don’t answer me,”

“...”

“Sir?” She leaned over him to check if his eyes are closed. “Adam?” 

He lunged at her, frivolously peppering her face with kisses. “No! No more! Stop it!” Her retaliations fell on deaf ears. She laughed as she tried to push him off her but he’s holding her down as he continued to bully her with his affections. 

“Nope, not gonna happen, Babe. You’re gonna get all these fucking kisses and you are gonna like ‘em,” He dove in to aggressively kiss her, but instead plants a soft kiss on her lips. “Betcha thought I was gonna do it again, huh?” He snuggled into her chest, making himself comfy. 

“We’re not sleeping out here on the couch. Come on, let's get ready for bed.”

“Mmh…no. Comfy here,” He mumbled against her. 

She rolled her eyes, and pat his shoulder, “The bed is much comfier, just have to get there first.”

Adam whined as he reluctantly rolled himself off the couch. “Alriiight…fine let’s go.” The two once again head off down the hallway, going about their nightly routine, before laying down for the night.

It had been a few weeks since the last extermination. Lute was currently alone at their home. Emily had been coming over on occasion to check on her and make sure she was doing as well as she could be. Emily doesn’t agree with or like the exterminations and the practices of the exorcists, but she still cares for her people. Lute was adjusting to doing things without her left arm.

She debated on if she should tell Abel that Adam had been killed. Would that even be a good idea? Could she bring herself to do that? He may have been in Heaven for centuries now, but he’s still a child. How can you tell a child their parent is dead?

Lute made up her mind and when she had collected herself well enough to go out in public, she went to pick up Abel. Keeping it together enough to speak to Elle, the nanny from before, and ask for Abel. Soon after an excited Abel came running out, happy to see his parents again, to only see Lute standing alone.

“Mama! What happened to your arm?! Where’s dad?!” Abel came running to her and hugged her. Lute knelt down and covered them both with her wings, attempting to hide herself from the shame of her emotions. 

“Adam was…he was killed. He’s gone…” Her voice cracked as she held Abel tightly against her, tears stinging her eyes.

“What? No! How? How did that happen? Tell me you’re lying, Mama, angels don’t die!” His pleading and horrified expression only made Lute’s heart sink further into her stomach.

“I’m so sorry,” She choked as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

Abel sniffles and brushes his tears away, then wipes Lute’s tears. “I’m gonna come home with you, Mama. I can be strong. Strong for both of us.” He hugs her before taking a few steps back, “I gotta go tell my friends that I’m leaving, I’ll be right back!”

Lute stands and recollects herself, before stepping over to the registry desk. “Is there any paperwork or anything I have to sign to take him?”

Elle looked at her sorrowfully, “There is just this one ma’am,” as they pulled out the kid’s file from the desk drawer. “Just states that you’re a legal guardian so we know he went to the right parents. I’m sorry for your loss, ma’am.”

Lute took in a shallow breath, “Thank you.” 

Abel came running back, with his friends in tow. His friends hugged him goodbye as they said farewells. “I’m ready, Mama. I brought some of my favorite stuffies to give you. They’re to make you feel better, they made me feel better when I was upset.” Abel held up a stuffed baby penguin.

Lute’s face scrunched in a pout, trying to fight back tearing up again. ‘ How is this kid so fucking sweet? He’s just been told his dad is dead but he’s more concerned for me. ’ Abel stuffed the penguin into his backpack and held out his hand to take hers.

Four months had passed since bringing Abel home from the daycare. Lute and Abel lay on the floor in the collapsed remnants of what was once a pillow fort in the center of the living room. A knock at the door came unexpectedly. 

“It’s unlocked!” Lute announced from the floor.

“I can get it,” Abel scrambles to his feet and dashes for the door, opening it to find Emily looking disheveled.

“Woah, you okay? Where’s the fire?” Lute says as she rights herself and makes her way to Emily in the doorway.

Emily shook her head and pointed to her phone frantically, “I just talked to Charlie. It took me a while to sneak into Sera’s phone to get Lucifer’s number, but I needed to so that I could get Charlie’s number.” 

Lute looked at her like she was nuts, “Why did you come all the way here just to tell me you spoke to the Hell Princess?”

“I had to let Charlie know that her hotel really works!” 

“A hotel?” Abel looked between the two angels, perplexed.

Lute’s jaw dropped, “What? How is that even possible?” 

Emily shook her head again, “I’m not sure, but someone who was a resident there has arrived here! Sera told me to keep it a secret but I just couldn’t, I really needed to let Charlie know about this.”

Lute looked at her skeptically, “And you came to me because…?”

“Charlie told me that Adam has been staying at the hotel!” 

Lute felt her heart drop and an intense chill cover her body. ‘ Adam is alive? But how? I watched him die. I was there. He died. ’

Lute’s feathers ruffled as she grew agitated,  “Are you fucking with me? Is this some kind of sick joke?”  

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?!” Abel cried, not having any clue what they’re talking about. He turns to Emily, hoping for an answer. “Is my dad really alive? How? Why isn't he here?”

“I don’t know how, but Charlie and I agree that if a soul in Hell can be redeemed, then the opposite is also true. A soul in Heaven could be condemned to Hell.” Emily explained.

“Redeemed? Like, they were forgiven?” His face lit up when the angel nodded in agreement. “ I knew it! I knew it was possible! That’s awesome, right, Mama?” 

He looked over to see Lute still processing the information that was received. Her face was void of expression while she contemplated.

 “Mama?” Abel reached out to her, his touch snapping her out of her trance.

She looked at Emily with determination in her eyes, “…Will you take me to him?”

Emily tensed her hands into fists, “Um, yeah I think I can! I’m not too skilled at portals but I can give it my best shot!”

“I’m coming too!” Abel shared in the enthusiasm, but as Lute set her hand on his shoulder and knelt beside him, he knew she was going to tell him no.

“I’m sorry buddy, but Hell isn’t a safe place. There are still bad people down there. They don’t like people like us down there.”

“So what am I supposed to do? Stay here by myself?”

“I can get a hold of one of my...coworkers, and have her come stay with you. Or you could go visit your friends at the daycare while I’m away?”

“I’ll go see my friends...Are you going to come back for me?” Abel’s eyes didn’t leave the floor as he spoke.

“Of course I will. And if Adam is alive, I’m going to drag his sorry ass back up here,” She rose to meet Emily’s gaze. “I just need to see this for myself, until then I’m not believing a word of it. If this is some sort of trap, so help me…”

“It’s not, I promise! I’m just as shocked as you!” Emily put her hands up defensively. “At least…I don’t think it is, why would Charlie lie to me?” 

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23. “Just pretend to be my date.” for the writing prompt thing <3

hello!! thank you! 😊As much as I love a set up for a fake dating plot, I ended up going in a platonic stobin direction because writing dialogue for them is addictive to me. (also holy heck this grew legs; I did manage to keep it below 1k though)

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“That sounds like a big undertaking, Steve.”

“What? Robs, how? Just pretend to be my date. It’s only for one night.”

“Yeah, exactly, dingus. Anyone who sees us interact for more than two seconds in a ‘date’ context is going to think we’re married, not on some casual second date or something.”

“I think you’re giving my family’s observation skills a little bit too much credit.” He rounds the corner of the desk with a fresh stack of returns in his arms.

“No, actually, I’m assuming they have the same observational skills of the average Hawkins resident.” Robin flings herself dramatically onto the register’s counter. “Honestly, life would be so much easier if I actually wanted a beard—constantly trying to convince people we aren’t dating while also throwing them off the scent of my raging lesbianism is exhausting.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he sticks a tape into the rewinder. “Tell me about it.”

“I am! Right now! Me being your beard for your cousin’s wedding is just going to cause more problems than it solves.”

“If I go alone, my aunt is going to spend the whole night trying to set me up with one of the daughters of her husband’s country club friends. Or, worse, she’s going to spend the whole night interrogating me about why I haven’t ‘settled down with a nice girl’ yet, and each time I give an answer that isn’t ‘I am currently planning out an elaborate engagement to a girl you don’t know’ she’s going to get increasingly suspicious about my ‘prolonged bachelor-hood’.”

“Yeah, okay, but why does it have to be me?”

“Because you’re my best friend and you love me?” Steve shoots her his best charming smile. Robin rolls her eyes.

“Try again, asshole.”

Steve throws his hands into the air. “I’m kind of limited on options here, Rob! All the people I know are either children, men, or my ex!”

Robin’s face turns considering, and she gets a little glint in her eye.

“Nope. Nuh-uh.” Steve circles a finger in the general vicinity of her face. “What’s that? What’s this? What are you thinking?”

“How about Vickie?”

“What?”

“Yeah!” Robin pushes herself back off the counter and starts pacing around. “Think about it, it’s perfect: you both have similar tastes in movies, and the same awful sense of humor—“

“I’m telling her you said that.”

Robin halts in her tracks and shoots Steve a mock pitying expression. “Babe, she already knows.”

Steve crosses his arms across his chest, grumbling.

“Anyway, as I was saying: you both have the same terrible sense of humor, and you both love, like, cars, or whatever. Oh, and sports—!”

“Rob, you like sports—”

“Yes, but we’re trying to figure out a date for you who’s not me.”

“You’re trying to find a date for me that’s not you.”

“And you’re playing along because you’re a supportive friend.”

Steve opened his mouth to argue, but she wasn’t wrong, so he just snapped it back shut again. “Fine, carry on.”

“Thank you.” Robin gives him an imperious little nod. “Aaaas I was saying: the two of you have a lot in common and get along really well, but you’re also both, like, supremely weird around each other when I’m not there—”

“We are not!”

“Steve, the last time I left the two of you alone together I came back to find both of you standing side by side staring into the middle distance, completely silent, until Vickie piped up to say ‘So the sky is really blue today, huh?’”

“I can’t help it if you can’t appreciate a mutual pensive silence, Bobbin.”

“I’m— I— wh— ” Robin splutters, looking dumbfounded. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“I can do long words too, sometimes!”

Robin rolls her eyes again. “Yes, yes, you’re a regular Einstein. Back to my point—”

Steve flings his head back. “Did you have one?”

“Yes, now shut up. My point, is that you and Vickie have enough in common that people will buy her as your date, but you’re awkward enough around each other that you won’t have to act like it’s true love, or something. Perfect for a cover-up temporary romance!”

Steve mulls it over. “Okay. Say I agree that your logic makes sense—”

“It does.”

“Sure, fine, yes. Your logic makes sense. But, you’re still forgetting one crucial detail.”

“And that is…”

The bell to Family Video’s front door jingles as Vickie walks in with a wide smile on her face. “Hi Robin! Hey, Steve! What’s up?”

Steve raises an eyebrow in Robin’s direction.

“Oh shit. We have to actually ask her.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

Official Girl Part 2

AN: Always believe in making the most of your second chance

Synopsis: After Jack made the decision that the two of you should just be friends, he finds himself wishing that he could have that ol thing back

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: a whole bunch of my beautiful readers! I love yall so much!

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Jack had now been on tour for two months and he was excited to be able to travel the world and perform for his fans.

He admits that he got less excited when the realization hit him that you wouldn't be with him a week before it kicked off.

That had been the original plan.

Until you cheated on him.

Well, technically it wasn't cheating since the two of you weren't officially together.

But, at the time the two of you weren't talking to anyone else so...

Jack considered it cheating.

Jack and his entire team were currently on a flight to Finland and he was passing the time by scrolling on his phone.

On instagram.

But more specifically,

Your Instagram.

He had been wondering what you had been up to since the last time the two of you had talked.

The last time the two of you had talked, he had told you that he only wanted to be friends.

But, the question is....

Is that what he really wanted?

He was interrupted by Urban who had peeked over his shoulder and seen what had him so intrigued.

"You have literally been on her page for close to an hour."

"No I haven't."

"You have. Will you just talk to her? We can all tell how much you miss her."

"Nah, I just...."

"You miss her so stop acting like a dumbass and get your girl back."

"But she cheated on me."

"Ehh, I wouldn't exactly call that cheating."

Jack raised his eyebrows in response to Urban waiting for an explanation.

"You never actually asked her to be your girlfriend and seeing that video might have made her think you didn't want to be with her."

"But..."

"I'm not done. What she did was fucked up and definitely should have asked you first but I mean come on... you can only be so mad at her.”

"But..."

"And another thing. It was your idea for the two of you to be friends and not hers. You sitting up here miserable knowing that you still want her. You haven't even been with anyone else since her."

"She probably doesn't want to talk to me. She probably moved on. She literally hosts parties for other celebrities as her actual day job with people constantly surrounding her."

"I doubt that."

"Besides, I'm good."

"Good with what? The two of you being friends but barely talking? Not even barely now that I think about. Not at all. You haven't said anything to her since that day we saw her in Atlanta. Friends don’t do that."

"I'm just focusing on myself Urb."

"Uh huh focusing on yourself but rereading her text messages over and over and stalking her Instagram page?"

Silence.

"Exactly. Just talk to her."

"But... I can't trust her."

This lead to Urban rolling his eyes.

"Did you forget about the little reputation of you being a playboy? You not so innocent either."

"I just.... what if she does it again?"

"The way that you told me she was pleading for you to take her back, I doubt it."

Neelam couldn't help but to overhear the conversation and she simply rolled her eyes.

She wasn't a fan of you in the slightest since finding out you "cheated". But if we were really being honest, she really didn’t like you before that either. 

She really wouldn’t even say two words to you and you could never put your finger on as to why.

You had heard such good things about her, but the way she acted towards you, made you steer clear.

"You can do better."

This caught both Jack and Urban's attention.

They knew that Neelam didn't care for you.

Urban was all for giving you another chance and Jack well, he just didn't know what to do.

"Nee..."

"No. She was dead wrong for what she did. She could've just asked you but instead what does she do? Go and fuck her ex. My vote is no. Besides for your image do you honestly want to be connected to an Instagram influencer?"

"But, she made me feel different. A good different."

"Don't tell me that you love her." Neelam said as she rolled her eyes.

Jack simply looked down at his phone at one of the last text messages that you sent after he had cut ties with you.

Jack, I can't tell you how sorry I am for doing this to us. You mean everything to me and I do admit I acted out of anger. Just please give us another chance so I can prove to you that you're the only one for me.

As hard as it was for him to do, he left you on read when you had first sent the text.

His biggest concern was if the two of you actually did get into a relationship he needs to be sure that nothing like this will ever happen again.

"But I do."

---

You were currently getting ready for one of your many club appearances and you were actually excited for this one.

It had been a long time since you had gotten excited for your job and embraced the feeling.

You were still somewhat sad about the whole Jack situation, but I mean... as much as you wanted to you couldn't stop living.

And you definitely wanted to when he said that he just wanted for the two of you to be friends.

Your heart shattered that day.

You were... better.

You did leave your apartment for things other than work which took a lot of effort on your part.

However, if you could turn back the hands of time you would.

Then maybe just maybe you would be a whole lot happier right now.

Tonight you were headed to Blue Flame in downtown Atlanta and you would be hosting no one other than Drake himself.

You were a huge fan of him and his team actually reached out to you a few weeks ago for the event.

Of course you said yes.

It was nearing 10 PM when you started to make your way out the door, wearing one of your newest outfits that you bought in order to give yourself a little pick me up, while wearing your famous Hello Kitty necklace that Jack had bought for you and decided to wear your hair down. 

You were honestly surprised that he didn’t ask for it back seeing how you knew this shit was expensive.

He had went to the same person that made his Kentucky chain.

I guess it just serves as a reminder as to what was and what used to be.

You just prayed that tonight would go smoothly.

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yourinstagramname: Blue Flame!! Come party with me and the one and only champagnepapi tonight! See you soon 😉

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jackharlowsource: okay Jackman we see you 👀

Drake caught wind of Jack being in Atlanta and invited him out to his event at Blue Flame since he was taking a few days off.

This just so happened to be the event that you had put together and Jack didn't realize it until he saw your post on instagram and he was already on his way to meet him.

You had seen where he liked your post and your heart had definitely skipped several beats.

But, you decided not to get your hopes up since he literally told you that he wanted the two of you to be friends and nothing more.

You were making your way around the club mingling with everyone until you saw him.

Jack.

Your breath immediately hitched and you had to regain your composure before someone noticed your sudden change in demeanor.

You knew for a fact that he hadn't been there 20 minutes ago since that's the time you had left Drake in VIP.

He was now sitting with him and you also caught sight of Urban and the rest of PG.

Your friend Kayla just so happened to come with you and immediately saw that you became flustered.

“You okay?”

“NO!”

“Why?”

“He’s here. In VIP. With Drake!”

“Okay, so this might be his way of telling you he wants to try again.”

“No, he made that very clear that he only wanted for us to be friends.”

“It’s been a few months so you never know.”

“I doubt it. Like you didn't see the way he looked at me when he said it. He was so hurt and the fact that I was the cause behind the hurt… just… he made me so happy and I ruined it."

"But he has to see your side too. You didn't have a title to your relationship."

"True, but I hurt him and I hurt him bad. And then ended up hurting my damn self."

"But didn't he also tell you that there could possibly be hope for the two of you in the future?"

"Hmm yeah.. but like I said. I'm not getting my hopes up. And fuck I have to go back up there."

"I'll go for you."

"Thank you. I just can't do it."

Meanwhile in VIP, Jack was having an entire meltdown ever since he saw you making your way around the club down below.

Drake had told him that you had literally been in VIP with him ten minutes before he had gotten there. 

He was secretly praying that you would make your way back up to VIP, but he had no idea what he would say to you if you did.

He even ordered alcohol which had Urban confused as all hell seeing as he hadn’t drank in a year. 

“Would you stop staring at her?!” Urban basically yelled at him. 

“I’m staring?”

“Yes, again. For the eighth time. Go and talk to her.”

“Nah, she doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“I wish you would stop being a dumbass about the whole thing. She has to know you’re here by now.”

“Well I’ll be here for a few days so maybe later.”

All Urban did was roll his eyes.

“You just like being miserable, huh?”

“Well, no... just.... what if she doesn’t even want to be friends anymore?”

“You are literally raising your blood pressure up for no reason. SHE WANTS YOU BACK.”

“I’m going to need another drink if I’m going to get through this.” Jack said while staring down at you talking to one of your friends down below. His eyes hadn’t left you all night.

“And you don’t even drink anymore, so therefore I know it’s bad.”

“She makes me nervous, man.”

“I can’t wait until you grow some balls and go talk to her, I’m about to go get her.” Urban was trying to get up but Jack immediately pulled him back.

“NO! I’ll do it.”

“I don’t believe you and you’re about to be staring at her all night.”

“Just.. I will....”

“SHE’S LEAVING! GO GET HER!” Urban exclaimed as he saw you making your way towards the exit.

“I need another drink.”

“SERIOUSLY?”

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You had taken a shower and gotten settled and was now laying down considering it was almost two in the morning.

You number one mission had been to avoid Jack and you had been successful... or so you thought. 

There was a knock on the door leaving you confused on who it could be.

You figured it might be Kayla since she did come over from time to time after you two would be finished and event so you went to open the door startled to see that Jack was on the other side of it.

Your breath immediately hitched in your throat as you took in his appearance.

He looked so good and you were not expecting for him to come and see you.

I mean yall hadn’t talked for months and you figured that he didn’t want to be bothered with you anymore despite him saying that the two of you could be friends. 

Friends didn’t ignore each other and the last thing you wanted was to be rejected so you didn’t bother to reach out to him first. 

“Uhh, hey...”

You were immediately cut off when he reached down to kiss you taken you aback and surprising you. 

“What...Umm.. okay that was... unexpected.”

“I just... I miss you okay and I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“But you said...”

“I know what I said but I’ve been fucking miserable since I told you that I just wanted for us to be friends. And seeing you tonight in person....”

“So you still want to be with me even after I treated you like shit?”

“I should have made you my girlfriend a long time ago and that wouldn’t have ever happened.”

You moved to the side so that he could come into your condo and you both sat in the living room next to each other as you were taking this all in.

This has to be a dream of some sort because you couldn’t believe he was here in front of you.

He simply took your hand in his and you missed this feeling of the two of your hands being together.

“So, what do you say?”

Your eyes started to water because you honestly didn’t think deep down that you deserved a second chance.

“But, I hurt you and I shouldn’t...”

“I’m willing to start over if you are. Like a clean slate and I promise to never bring it up again.”

“Jack... but it’s still going to hang over my head. Like you are the only want I wanted and when I saw the video, I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I just wish you would’ve came to me because I would have told you everything, but I’m at fault too because I should have flat out made my intentions clear. I mean even though I bought you things and spent time with you, that isn’t the same as flat out telling you.”

“Very true.”

“I’ve fucking missed you so please give me an answer and if you don’t want...”

“Hold up Jackman, I never said I didn’t want you or didn’t want this. I just...”

“Just let me love you the way I know you deserve to be loved.” Jack pleaded with you as he slid you onto his lap.

“And from now on, you come to me when you need an explanation about something, not anyone else. Understood?”

“Yes, I get it.”

“Soooo...”

“Soooo.....”

“You want to pack your bags so you can come with me on tour when I leave again in a few days and stay with me until then?”

“Yes, I’d love too.” You replied while kissing him and then Jack proceeded to place kisses all over your face making you laugh.

“I missed you so much.” He confessed as he pinched your cheek.

“I missed you too. And you can tell Urban I owe him 200 dollars.”

“Wait, for what?”

“We made a bet saying how you would take me back and he was right so I’ll run him his money. He said you were miserable and knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away from me for too long but I didn’t believe him. He actually told Drake to set this whole thing up apparently and he was expecting for you to talk to me when you saw me tonight.”

“Urb be getting on my fuckin nerves because he’s always right all the damn time.”

“Come on and help me pack and you can worry about killing him later.” You replied while kissing him once more. 

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[hoodharlow]

Back to You

Part 1: Different Side I See

AN: if you saw me post this yesterday, no you didn’t 

Requested? No

Warnings: mentions of cheating done by non-main character, mentions of smut (if you squint you kinda 

Word Count: 2.3k words

“Why do you hate me? Have I not suffered enough?” 

“Aspen, honey,” Sage, her agent, began.

The tall brunette turned to her agent and shook her head. “No.” she responded before walking to her closet. 

“It’s just an evening.” they said as if it would soften the blow. They got up from their seat and walked up to Aspen, who threw her things into her suitcases. “Honey, this could be a good way to prove that you’re over it. You just finished filming a movie, and you won your first Tony a few months back. In addition, earlier this week, you got nominated for your first Grammy. Things are looking good for you. It's been eight months.” 

Sage was right, it had been eight months. Eight months since Aspen’s whole life fell apart. Eight months since her soccer player ex got caught cheating on her with Arsenal's, the team he plays for, main jersey chaser. And instead of him getting called out for being a cheating asshole, Aspen got the short end of the stick. She was ridiculed all over social media getting called stupid for thinking that someone with his career would be loyal. She also got dragged through the mud by the team’s fans for taking away attention from the fact that he scored the winning goal and the team won their match against their rivals.

There was a knock coming from the main door of her penthouse suite. Aspen set down her things and went to see who was at the door. She checked the peephole and cursed. 

"They put you up to this, didn't they." She said opening the door to the last person she wanted to see.

"Damn, not even a hello." Jack said, touching his chest. "And to think I brought you Nandos."

"Get inside." She said, rolling her eyes. 

"Yo, she saw right through it." He told Sage when he set down the take-out bag on the counter in front of the kitchenette. He grabbed the food he ordered for himself and went to sit on a couch.

"I just want to go home and not think about work until next year." Aspen said, rummaging through the bag to see what he got her. 

"Honey, just do this one thing for me and you're off the hook for the rest of the year." Her agent clasped their hands together, pleading. 

"Promise?" She held out her pinky finger to her.

"Promise." Sage nodded, wrapping their pinky around Aspen’s. 

"Fine." She said begrudgingly. 

"Great! Your cousin will be here first thing with some look compiled." They said, grabbing their Birkin that was next to Jack. 

"I was going no matter what, huh." Aspen said 

"That's right." Her agent smiled innocently. They waved at Jack and exited the suite.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked. 

"The stupid GQ awards thingy." Aspen waved her hand in the air. She sat criss-cross applesauce next to him and dug in her food. "He's going to be there." 

"Oh, I'm going to that, so are Urban and Ace. If anything happens, we'll defend your honor." 

"Great, what I just need is for my ex to see me with my other ex." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Jack could feel her nerves radiate off her body. Undoubtedly, anyone In Aspen’s shoes would be nervous to be in the same room as their ex, especially after what they did to her. When he saw the video of her ex and the other woman making out at some club, he felt angry with him. Only an idiot would fuck up and lose Aspen. Jack would know, he let her walk away because he was too scared to fight for their relationship. He'll do anything to get her back, but for now he'll settle by being her friend, even if it meant that he had to comfort her while she brooded over her shitty ex.

"This shit isn't all that, you know." He said to change the subject, pointing at the nearly finished Nandos plate. "I don't know why this had a chokehold on you when we were in high school."

"You can be honest. I'm not gonna snitch on you to KFC that you had chicken somewhere else." 

"At least because of this, I was able to bag you back in the day." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Your little obsession with Niall was how I knew you had a thing for us Irish folk." Jack said confidently.

Nearly ten years ago Jack and Aspen first became a couple the summer before they started their junior year of high school. But they were friends for years. They were always the first to sign up for community or school talent shows. One of the things they had in common was they both knew they were meant to be famous. 

After high school, Jack moved to Atlanta to pursue his music, Aspen moved to LA for school to study psychology. But deep down she knew her true calling was acting, it had been since she was young.

She knew she was meant to be on stage or in front of the camera. One of her fathers was the head of the performing arts program in the University of Louisville, so she spent most of her free time growing up in the theater. She fell in love with it. There was something special about being able to put on a costume and transform into someone completely different for a few hours. She loved having all eyes on her while she brought a script back to life. It was second nature for her. 

One day, back in 2018, after her ecology lab, she saw a sign posted in the quad about open auditions for casting for a movie. The part wasn't for one of the main characters. She was auditioning to play the older sister of one of the main characters. After several rounds of auditions, she didn't get the role, but the casting director offered her another role. It was for one of the main female characters of her favorite book series when she was in high school that was going straight to series on Amazon Prime. She accepted it immediately and dropped out of school. 

She was nervous to tell her dads. They both wanted her to go to school first so she could have a backup plan in case acting didn't work out for her. But upon hearing the news, they were excited for her and got in contact with Sage, a friend of theirs who worked in the entertainment industry. They became Aspen’s agent and the rest just fell into place. 

Jack and Aspen ended up breaking up in early 2019. Their lives got hectic. Jack's music was slowly but surely taking off and Aspen was focused on the show. Since they wanted to follow the series's timeline, they had to film everything within two years. Each season would come out with months between them. It was very ambitious, but the series was able to get it done. It became insanely popular, competing with other teen shows and movies from other streaming services. 

Despite everything, Jack and Aspen remained close friends. In 2021, they were seen together at one of Jack's festival shows and people all over Twitter were confused. Everyone was confused because they seemed like an unlikely pair. The only thing they had in common was that they were both from Louisville. Aspen rarely talked about her life before she got famous, just the general stuff about her family and how she was in college when she started acting. While Jack was pretty open about his life growing up, he never mentioned his relationship with Aspen. Mostly because there wasn't much to tell. They have known each other since middle school, dated when they were sixteen and broke up in 2019 on good terms. After that they remained good friends, but didn't hangout because they had busy schedules. 

At some point a fan page posted a picture of the pair at their senior prom that they found buried deep in the depths of Facebook, implying that they dated. Said fan page also went through so many posts on all social media platforms, screenshotting and screen recording their interactions and posted 'evidence' that there was more than what Jack and Aspen were telling them. So Jack made a statement telling his fans to stop lurking through old Facebook accounts because it was weird and evasive.

"What are you thinking about?" Jack asked her as he picked up their now empty food containers. 

"That we fucking made it." She laughed to herself quietly. "We're in fucking London. You're about to finish the European leg of your world tour and I just finished filming a movie." 

"I'm not surprised. I knew we were meant for this." He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "It was about time people got with the program."

"Yeah?" She asked him quietly.

"You're a star, Aspen." 

"I'm a staur." She said like Mia Goth in Pearl when her character had a breakdown after getting rejected by the church dance troupes. 

They both giggled, leaning into each other. Aspen’s green eyes gazed into Jack's blue eyes. Without thinking twice, she cupped his cheek and claimed his lips. Jack kissed her back, deepening their kiss. Without breaking their kiss, Aspen straddled one of his thighs, slowly rubbing herself against his dark jeans. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his hands rested on her ass. 

"When I came over, I didn't come to coerce you into sex." Jack said, breaking their kiss.

"I know." Aspen said breathlessly. "I want–"

"Sex with you is the last thing on my mind." He said, sliding her off his lap. "I have to go…I'm sorry, dude." 

***

Aspen smiled for the cameras. She looked radiant as ever in a custom gown. It was a pale pink, silk-satin, floor length gown that had a large flower around her neck and two cutouts, one above her chest and a small one just below her chest. The dress also had dramatic 80s style shoulder pads. She felt like she was part of an 80s soap opera. She even had a faux fur coat to beat out the cold November night. 

Her cousin slash assistant, Rubí, waved her over when she finished the red carpet. "They said we're at table seven. Which is thankfully on the other end where trashcan –I mean– Christian is. He got a seat near the speakers." She said, as they walked to their table.

Aspen looked over to the table and cursed. She spotted the back of stupid Jack's stupid head. She turned to her cousin, clasping her hands, and begged, "Rubí, why don't we just go back to the hotel? I did the red carpet. Sage wouldn't even know."

"No, I don't know what happened between you and Jack the other night, but you're going to sit through that dinner. And so am I because I'm fucking starving." Rubí wrapped her hand around Aspen’s wrist and dragged her to the table. 

Jack and his friends hadn't sat down yet, so they were standing in a huddle. Aspen tried her best to be discreet, but she made eye contact with Urban. She set her things down and went up to the group. 

"Hi, guys.” she said, hugging him. Then she hugged Ace. 

“Hi, I’m Aitch.” the British rapper said, introducing himself in a tone that was a bit too friendly for Jack’s liking. 

“Nice to meet you.” Aspen said, shaking his hand. 

Jack extended his arms ready to hug Aspen, but she took a step back. "Dude," she nodded curtly. 

She turned to her cousin and whispered in her ear something before turning to the guys. "If you'll excuse us, we're going to grab drinks. Y'all want anything?"

“No, we just got ours already, thank you though.” Urban answered for the group.

Aspen nodded and motioned at Rubí to follow her. Before they reached the bar, Aspen was stopped by Salma Hayek, so the trio made small talk. 

“What did you do to piss off Aspen?” Ace asked Jack as they watched her and Rubí walk over to the bar. 

“What makes you think I did something?” he said defensively. 

“Because we fucking know you. You always do something to piss off Aspen.” Urban shrugged. 

“I do not.” Jack scoffed. 

Ace and Urban shared a look but dropped the subject. They moved on to talk about Jack’s last few shows in Europe with Aitch. Jack stopped paying attention at some point. His mind went back to the other night when he rejected Aspen. She had every single right to be upset with him. As much as he also wanted to sleep with her, he was being honest with her when he told her that hooking up with her was the last thing on his mind. When her agent called him to help them convince Aspen to attend the awards ceremony. They told him that they knew Aspen wouldn't want to go because her ex was going to be there. He knew better than to try to rouse her up when he knew her mind was somewhere else. Could he have been more gentle with how he told her? Obviously, when he left her suite, he hated himself with how he said it. But he knew Aspen and despite everything, he would do whatever she wanted him to do.

Thoughtlessly, Jack excused himself and went over to the bar. Rubí saw him and pointed at her phone, answering it, leaving Aspen alone. 

“Hey,” Jack said, gently squeezing her elbow, “can we talk?” 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Jack or should I say dude?” Aspen whispered. 

“Just give me five minutes, please.” 

“Fine.” she gave in. 

She pulled out her phone and texted Rubí that she was going to talk to Jack and they’d be back in five minutes. Jack took her hand, and they left the main venue to look for a more private place to talk. They settled for a bay window. 

“Okay, talk.” Aspen motioned, crossing her arms. 

“I’m sorry for not wanting to have–”

“You’re so fucking irritating Jack.” She cut him off. “I’m not upset because of that.”

“Then why are you being fucking petty?” he retorted. “I was clear with my intentions. I didn’t want to fuck you when you were still pining over your ex.”

“That didn’t stop you back at your birthday party.” she muttered. 

“What was that?” he said. 

“Nada.” she said, starting to walk away, but Jack caught her arm and pulled her back to him.

Jack gently pushed her into the brick wall and leaned into her. “Don’t fucking twist my words, dude. You were the one who pulled me to the broom closet at the bowling place. You were the one who dropped her knees and choked on my dick. After that you were the one begging me fuck you in the back of my like old time. And I let you do that because I fucking pittied–”  

Aspen cut him off by claiming his lips. The kiss was messy. The urgency between them increased as lust quickly took over as their kiss intensified. He held her in place with his hips. She pulled him closer by his shirt, wanting more of him. 

“Shit didn’t mean to interrupt.” Aspen’s ex called behind them, making the pair pull away. He walked away without saying another word, but Jack caught the smirk in his face.

“I’m so sorry.” Aspen began sputtering. “I saw him, and just panicked. I shouldn’t have–”

“You’re a fucking piece of work, Aspen.” Jack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I hope for our sake this is the last time I’m ever in the same room as you.” 

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[buckysimp101]

Love at First Grade (18+) - 7

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: a lil angst (you gotta remember where we left off so there’s bound to be at least a lil angst lol)

a/n: ouchies multiple ways this fic...i feel bad for YN a couple of times let’s leave it there.

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Being a teacher meant Bucky’s body was used to waking up early, especially since he usually had to wake up a grumpy, sleepy Becca. Which meant at 6:00am Bucky was waking up on his own. The bed was warm and he snuggled closer to the source of the warmth. And then he froze. 

Bucky’s eyes flew open as he remembered where he was and who the source of warmth was. Your back faced Bucky, his arm slung around your naked waist. You were sleeping peacefully, your chest moving with each deep breath. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuckshitshitshitshit what did you DO BARNES!?

Bucky had never slept with a student’s mom. And immediately it started to think maybe this whole situation would be better if I just…snuck out. So that’s what he did. Bucky peeled his arm slowly and softly away from you and tried his best not to wake you as the springs of your mattress creaked. Next thing he knew, Bucky was hopping into his pants and throwing on his shoes as fast as he could as he snuck out the front door of your penthouse apartment. 

“YOU DID WHAT!?” Steve roared on the other end of the phone, Bucky wincing outwardly at the sheer volume level. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself, it was a bad idea. A wrong move and now I’ve gotta go see Becca,” Bucky sighed, rubbing his eyes to try and stave off the headache he knew was inevitable. 

“Oh no you don’t. I’m not mad at the fact you slept with her, hell if you didn’t then I would’ve given it a shot,” Steve started almost teasingly but Bucky tenses up either way before finishing, “I’m pissed at the fact that you LEFT her, Buck. What’s gonna happen when you see each other at the zoo today, huh? Cause I guarantee Becca’s not gonna let you slip out of it. And I doubt you have her number. Am I right?”

Bucky groaned at the realization, as well as the chewing out his friend was giving him. Steve was right. Becca would never forgive him if he didn’t take her to the zoo and after the night at Obsidian, Bucky hadn’t even thought to get your number. 

“Now that I’ve got you realizing what a massive douchebag you were, and are if I’m being honest at the moment, why the fuck did you leave her, naked in her penthouse apartment, when she obviously seemed just as interested in you?” Steve questioned, his tone softening. 

“We were drunk, she just wanted a quick and easy fuck. She doesn’t want me,” Bucky grumbled as he leaned his head back on the edge of the couch. 

Steve audibly scoffed, “First of all, what part of banging her daughter’s teacher is quick and easy when the two of you have to see each other multiple times a week? Second, Buck you fell for her the instant she dropped Avery off on Monday. Why wouldn’t you just wait and see what last night meant? And lastly, you let her make that decision. You let her tell you that, you don’t get to make that choice for her. You heard last night about her ex, the divorce and how bad it obviously hurt her and then you go and just…use her.” 

Bucky’s heart stung with Steve’s words. He knew his best friend was right. By leaving before you even woke up he made the decision for you. The decision to not talk about last night and what it meant, if it meant anything at all, ever again. Bucky sighed heavily to which Steve hastily added one last part, “also she definitely didn’t want quick and easy if the two of you went at it like rabbits multiple times last night. Cause that’s neither quick nor easy.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and gave Steve a short goodbye before hanging up, he could practically hear the blonde chuckling on the other end of the phone. As Bucky sat and thought about his actions he realized something. He acted more like Dot would have in that situation than himself. He left you without a single word, without a single explanation as to why. He made that decision for you…and that didn’t sit right with Bucky. He’d definitely have to talk to you about it at the zoo…if Becca would let him get a single word in to you.

When Bucky pulled up at his mom’s place to pick up Becca he could practically hear the six year old all the way outside. “Auntie Bex, my daddy is gonna pick me up and we’re going to see my best friend Avery and her mommy Ms. Y/N. She told me I can call her Ms. Y/N instead of Ms. L/N. Auntie Bex Avery’s mommy is so pretty! She looks like a princess! And she acts like a princess, she’s so nice to me and Avery!” Bucky didn’t wait around to hear his sister’s reaction, he was sure she had heard those very sentences multiple times last night, and he merely knocked on the door before letting himself in to his mom’s house.

“DADDYYYYYYYYYYYY!” A blur of brown hair zipped around the corner from his mom’s living room and ran straight into his legs, wrapping herself around like a koala. Bucky bent down to swing Becca into his arms, her squeals almost deafening as he plastered kisses all over her face to her mock-irritation.

“Oh my goodness, it’s my Becca-Bug! Oh I missed you, I missed you, I missed you!” Bucky over-dramatized his reaction, knowing that it would amuse Becca. 

“It was only one day daddy!” she squealed as she threw her arms around him in a tight hug, causing Bucky to chuckle. Rebecca, Bucky’s sister, joined them and grabbed the youngest Becca from her brother’s arms.

“Alright trouble, back up. It’s time for the original Rebecca Barnes to give her big brother a hug,” she stated, holding her arms open with a look on her face that had Bucky confused. Bucky pulled his sister in for a hug and she whispered, “we’re gonna have to have a talk about Becca’s new best friend and her “absolutely super duper uber amazing mommy” because she would not shut up about today all night.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and responded, “Hi Bex, nice to see you too, how have you been? Oh fine Bucky, just getting through grad school, how have you been?” his sister grinning at her older brother before turning to shut the door behind him. Becca grabbed his hand and led him through the house past where Winnie was washing dishes from breakfast and up the stairs to Bucky’s old room, which his mom had transformed into a room fit for a six year old girl. 

“Look daddy I was so good for Nana and we cleaned up my room already so we can go, go go!” Becca spoke fast as she grabbed her backpack and headed back towards the front door with Bucky in tow. 

“Alright, alright. Slow down, missy. What do you tell Nana and Auntie Bex?” Bucky questioned, hoping to prolong the inevitable just a little bit, but Becca was smart. She ran to both women and gave them each a big hug followed by a thank you and a loud “I love you!” She immediately returned to Bucky, her big blue eyes wide and excited. Bucky blew out a sigh and gave his mom and sister a hug and a thank you before taking Becca to the car.

The whole car ride Becca was almost bouncing in her car seat. She babbled on and on and on about how Avery had never seen a polar bear before because she used to be scared of bears but Becca had told her that they were the coolest animal ever and that she absolutely had to see him. Bucky grinned, Becca sure was a persistent little thing, wonder where she got that from. They had to park a few blocks away so Bucky swung Becca onto his shoulders and she shouted that she was “as tall as the Empire State Building!” As Bucky and Becca approached the entrance to the Central Park Zoo he saw you first. You were holding Avery on your hip, the six year old talking to you animatedly as if it were the first time she’d seen you all day. Your lips were curling up into a grin and damn did Bucky hate that he knew his mere presence would make that disappear.

It wasn’t too many more steps until Becca noticed the two of you as well, and in true Becca fashion she let out a squealed “AVERY!” The child practically kicking at Bucky’s chest to let her down so she could run up to her friend. The two girls embraced, and Bucky chanced a look at you. You were looking at the girls, your eyes glued to their heads, not even a tiny peak up at the man who’d left you bright and early that same morning. 

As the girls spoke, Bucky took in a breath and broke the awkward and tense silence that had formed between the two, supposed, adults, “Hey Y/N.” Your mouth set into a straight line, any trace of a smile gone, but you continued to stare down at the girls. 

Your response? “Good morning, Mr. Barnes.” Bucky winced at your tone, cold and calculating, and immediately noticed the use of his last name. Yeah he knew he deserved that. Hell he deserved so much MORE than that. He opened his mouth to apologize and you must have had those all-seeing eyes his mom used to joke about having when he was a kid because you interrupted him with a harshly whispered, “I am here to take my child to the zoo with her best friend. You just so happen to be that best friend’s parent. You will not talk to me unless my daughter or your daughter needs something or is in danger, understood?” You chose that moment to look up at him, a fire burning in your eyes that he never wished to have directed at him ever again.

The clipped tone you spoke to him with was the exact opposite of any voice Bucky had heard you use in the last week. That’s when he realized. This was the famous Y/N L/N who brought wealthy businessmen to their knees. This was the woman who had taken control of the reputation her ex-husband had smeared with lies and evil words and made it her own. And fucking hell is it hot?? Am I turned on right now? Bucky couldn’t help but think to himself as he nodded in response to your question, moving his attention to the girls who were both jumping up and down and chanting “polar bears! Polar bears! Polar bears!”

The rest of the trip was relatively uneventful. Bucky would help you if the girls needed something, never saying anything unless it was warranted and you did the same. If Bucky held Becca on his shoulders to see better he’d offer Avery the same chance. Bucky swore at one point he saw the corners of your mouth turn up into a small smile as Avery squealed with excitement at being so high off the ground. As the trip rounded off to a close, Bucky decided to give his apology one last try, “look, Ms. L/N, I really am so sorry about last night but I’d like to expla-,” he started lowly so that the girls couldn’t pick up what he was saying, you shot your eyes up at him, the anger building again and Bucky was about to call it a day, tuck his tail and run when he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in years call to him. Dot.

“Oh my god, Bucky is that you?” She called from the sidewalk, the second she noticed Becca she gushed, “oh my goodness, look at you, my baby!” causing Becca to take cower behind your legs from the stranger talking to her.

What Bucky did notice, before looking at Dot, was the way your face tightened and the anger that had been building in your eyes earlier had turned to confusion as you turned to look at Bucky’s ex-girlfriend and the mother of his child.

Bucky’s confusion started when he saw the look on your face but it only increased when he noticed the look on Dot’s. She was looking at you and Avery with a slightly concerned and scared, or so Bucky thought, look on her face. Bucky’s biggest moment of confusion is when she addressed you.

“Oh, Y/N. I didn’t see you the-,”

“It’s Ms. L/N to you, Dolores,” you stated in that same clipped and cold tone you had used on Bucky earlier, except this time the fire that had been burning in your eyes had turned into full on rage.

Why the fuck would Y/N call her Dolores…I only referred to her as Dot last night when we talked about relationships, Bucky thought to himself. Bucky’s mouth was moving before he had the chance to stop it, “I’m sorry, but you two know each other?”

Your face tightened, Bucky swore he saw tears in your eyes before you glared Dot down prior to turning your attention to him, a soft, pointed smile as you answered softly to as to not draw the girls’ attention even more than they already had.

 “I have had the unfortunate pleasure to meet her a number of times. Dolores was my maid a few years back.”

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[sliceofajayke]

the bet pt. 2

lee heeseung, the most popular guy at decelis academy, had mediocre grades, good looks and of course he was the flirtious fuckboy jock.

y/n nishimura, well known in the school,not perfect grades(apart from english) but still good and best friends with maddison, one of heeseung’s ex-girlfriends— the longest relationship he’s had, being almost a whole month.

warning: swearing?? i dont think anything too nsfw will be in this as theyre in the last year of high school but the spin off might

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated<3

y/n! you made it!” maddison smiled, walking over to her friend, opening her arms “who convinced you?” she gasped in realisation

“heeseung did, didn't he! oh my gosh, that means it's now just the two of you so..”

“it's not date, we’re at a party and he’s probably flirting or sucking off some other girls face by now” she said, as she looked around for drinks to mix “oh, sweetie you’re jealous 5th grade ‘i have a crush on my good ‘ole friend heeseungie’ is showing” y/n rolled her eyes “yeah whatever”

-----------------

the night ended with y/n getting...very drunk and maddison searching for heeseung (who wasn’t sucking another girls face off) “heeseung, your girl is wasted” she said, finally finding him “where is she?”

maddison pointed to the couch “she's talking to sunghoon” heeseung threw his head back in frustration, sunghoon is y/ns ex, she broke up with him because he kept distracting her from her book, he didn’t think it was worth writing.

“been a while huh?” sunghoon threw an arm around her shoulder “yeah, haven’t talked to you since we broke up” she began to lean on him. not because she was actually falling for sunghoon’s act, but because she was drunk and tired

“you wanna go find a room upstairs? lie down for a bit?” he smirked as y/n’s eyes lit up, he knew that she wanted rest, and he wanted to hold her in his arms again, even if it was just temporary. he genuinely missed her.

“think i can take it from here” heeseung said with a clenched jaw, eyeing sunghoon, a gasp from beside him was heard “heeseungiee! i have a wONDERFUL idea for the next part of my book!” she made grabby hands at him, heeseung quickly helped her to her feet “let’s go home then okay, tell me ‘bout it in the car” she nodded, following his lead in wobbly steps “at this rate, we won’t make it to the car” heeseung chuckled

“ugh, fine then. carry me” and so he did.

after putting on her seatbelt, heeseung went into his seat, starting the car “so you gonna sleep on the way home or you wanna tell me about the next part of your book?” her head lifted from the window to look at him then smiled “wanna tell you it, but can you record ‘cuz ‘m really fuckin drunk right now” he nodded pulling out his phone “its recording so whenever you’re ready..” she nodded then leaned her head against the window again “so basically, heeseung’s moms, fainted right, so the next chapter, it like gonna be in her point of view while shes out, it’s gonna be like growing up as a vampire and with her mom, and it’s gonna be sO COOL!” heeseung shook his head with a smile “you named your character heeseung?” y/n licked her lips “yeah,temporarily…when i write i keep my window open and i could see you playing guitar through your window, your name was first to come with and it just stuck to me yanno”

“You’re adorable y/n nishimura”

—

y/n woke up in her own bed, confused and head pounding as she picked up her phone, the light blinding her for a while until her eyes adjusted to it, and to her surprise, she had texts from maddison, sunghoon and heeseung.

maddison:

holy shit i’m so sorry i left you with Sunghoon

thank god for heeseung

omgomg i’m sosososo sorry

sunghoon:

about last night...

are you and heeseung a thing?

heeseung:

hey you got super drunk last night

here’s the audio of the next chapter of ur book:)

groaning, she didn’t reply to any of them. carefully she climbed out of bed then downstairs, immediately meeting the quietness of the house, this wasn’t normal, so she looked around and finally, she noticed the sticky on the fridge ‘at the lee’s for an early start of family game night! come down when you’re ready’

y/n sighed, going back up to her room to change into some sweatpants and a simple tee. after putting her hair in a bun and brushing her teeth, she made her way over.

“crazy night huh?” jake smiled opening the door for the girl, who groaned slightly when he spoke “are you yelling or am i just..” he chuckled “you’re just very hungover. come on,heeseung’s mum made bacon and forced us to save you some” y/n sighed happily “i love his mum”

“morning sleepy head” y/ns mum smirked as she sipped her coffee “morning. you’ll be happy to hear that i am the champion of beer pong”

“you only won because jay was your partner” heeseung said, placing both a cup of coffee and a plate of bacon in front of her “thanks.. and that's not true..maddison is just a worse player than me, i’m slightly better” riki sat next to her “if you won, why did heeseung have to carry you up to your room?” y/n smiled “had to celebrate my win with a few shots of course”

“i think you mean our win.. well really my win” y/n looked up “ah jay,there you are, it was odd not seeing you in heeseung’s presence in his home.” he looked at heeseung then back to y/n “so are you guys.. you know” everyone in the room gasped “finally!”

“woah, hey wait what?” y/n looked around “we’re not together..”

“yet. we’re not together yet, i mean we drifted as friends for a while,” heeseung looked at y/n sleepily

“sure.. heeseung whatever you say...anyways not that i don’t want to, but since when did we start doing family game night again?” their mother’s looked at each other “since we learnt that heeseung still had feelings for his childhood crush”

“and that y/n went on a date with him to the movies” y/n bit into some bacon, “yeah, you can’t call that a date, riki was with us.”

heeseung’s mum chuckled “thats not what riki said” y/n groaned, throwing her head back, then looked at riki from across the room

“hey, you guys fought for paying at starbucks, i swear thats like a first date kinda thing” y/n shook her head then continued eating.

“so..since its family game night, can i go sleep until then?” both their mothers nodded

“you can sleep in my room, for now, i might go in there to do some homework at my desk, i won’t disturb you,” y/n nodded, as heeseung lead her up to his room

“if your room is as messy as it was when we were younger, i’m gonna fight you” he chuckled. “don’t worry. my room and i both matured”

they walked into the room and he wasn’t lying, the bed no longer had spider-man sheets, and the room didn’t have that child like vibe to it, nonetheless, the room brought back memories, “remember when we had the ‘draw the best spider-man’ on the wall contest?” she asked “‘course i do, got a load of shit from it, but i never cleaned it off” heeseung moved the desk slightly to the right “damn, i thought they looked so much better before..” he chuckled “i still think mines better than yours” y/n shrugged, plopping down on the bed “woah.. i swear your bed has always been so much comfier than mine, maybe we should just switch beds”

“or maybe, you can just sleep here with me” heeseung threw his arms around her and tackled her down on the bed, causing her to laugh and lie back on the bed. “i thought you had homework?” he shrugged “rather have sleepovers like before” he mumbled in her hair “plus its english” y/n lightly nudge him when she felt him getting heavier, meaning he was starting to fall asleep “go get it, i’ll help you” he groaned in response “c’mon, then when we’re done we can both sleep” his head went up “its romeo and juliet”

“i love romeo and juliet”

“is it even english? i mean..” y/n laughed “go get it” he pouted, but did as told.

an hour and a half later, the work that had barely any writing in it, was now almost full “how in the world did we do all this in an hour and a half?” heeseung questioned, putting away the book “because we both knew all the answers. you just never paid attention to what the questions are asking.’” y/n yawned

“no, its because you translated it to real english” heeseung fired back, sitting next to y/n who was lying down on her side “shakespeare is real english” he rolled his eyes “yeah,yeah, move over”

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“heeseung, y/n! its game time, hope you finished your work-oh..they’re sleeping..together”

jake smiled at his own dumb joke, then went back down to inform the rest of them that the two friends were asleep and cuddled up..

everyone rushed up the stairs and into heeseung’s room and the sight both warmed the parents hearts but also made their blood run cold. heeseung’s arms were tightly wrapped around y/ns waist and one of her own was lying on his chest

“GAME TIME!” y/n’s dad yelled, as jay and jake hit the two of them with pillows “we’re up! we’re up!” both their hands away from each other and blocking boys' attacks. “first game, charades! lets go.” everyone ran back down, “guess its time to go”

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it's been a week since the family game night, and heeseung and y/n were.. closer than they were before the movie with riki.

“y/n, guess what!” heeseung smiled, walking over to her locker, where she was placing her things back into her bag “whats up hee?” he shook his head then raised his work packet they had worked on “hey! a b+, good for you!” she smiled, giving him a hug, which surprised both of them, heeseung hesitated, but hugged her back “i have a test on this soon, but to celebrate my first high grade in english, you wanna go to starbucks, on me?” y/n smiled,

“hey y/n, you wanna come with us to the-- oh, hello heeseung” maddison smirked, heeseung sighed “hey maddison..” the smile that was on his face was now gone

“anyways y/n, you wanna go to the mall with us?” she bit her lip then slowly shook her head “thanks for the invite maddi, but..i’m going on a coffee date with someone”

heeseung’s eyes lit up and the smile on his face evidently grew wider. “darn, lucky guy...well, text me later ‘kay?” maddison and the rest of the group walked away “so...whos your coffee date?” heeseung smirked, a light blush grew upon y/ns cheeks “did..did i say date? i.. i meant a study date” heeseung laughed, then draped his arm around her, “c’mon then, off to our study date” he made air quotes when he said the word study “date!” he caught both jake and jay’s eyes, then winked.

at the starbucks the two were talking to eachother as if nothing had changed between them, heeseung had said something that made her pout and he quickly took a photo of her

“hey!.. delete that!” he smiled down at it “no, it’s cute”

the bell on the door rang, and both turned to face it, in came morgan, who rolled her eyes at the two of them, then made her way to the back. y/n sighed and stood up, “i’ll be back, restroom” heeseung nodded then went into the groupchat with jay and jake. ‘40 bucks😏’ he sent the photo of y/n that he had taken moments ago.

“so what have you been doing after we..drifted?” y/n asked, taking her seat in front of him. “been singing a bit, playing piano and guitar, i’ve even recorded a few covers actually but haven’t had the guts to post any of ‘em though.. unlike you though” he winked. “did you get noticed by anyone yet?” she shook her head “nope, but i’m still writing.. music, and my books, and i’ve started an account specifically for singing” heeseung smiled." finally, how many followers so far?”

“well i haven’t posted anything so 65” heeseung pulled out his phone and searched her name “make that 66”

the day was filled with laughter and deep talks between the two old friends. “we should head home,” y/n sighed after laughing “we should, c’mon i think jay and jake are preparing a movie night at my place, you in?” she nodded “i mean i was going to write..but why not.. can we bring riki?”

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Feel Alright (Goku x Reader)

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When Bellatrix moves to the city after a personal tragedy under the wing of her friend Bulma, her life is completely turned around after she leaves everyone—including herself-stunned with the discovery of her own powers. Suddenly she finds herself swept up in a world of aliens, new bizarre planets and training, along with prospects of romance. One problem, though; she can’t leave the past to answer the new life that’s knocking at her door.

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 (((𝖔(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)𝖔)))♡: part one : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 / part two: 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

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part five | home again

“Blood?”

I nodded again, hugging my blanket tighter around me.

“Blood. Like, a period, maybe.”

“But you—“

“Yeah, I know, I know, I’ve never had one,” I said with a slight frown, “I’m freaked the fuck out.”

“You’re not bleeding anymore, are you?”

I shook my head even though I was on the phone.

“Are you?”

“Oh—uh, no. But…that’s not it. I think Goku smelled it.”

“Oh, gross—I don’t actually want to know about how you and Goku fuck.”

“Bulma, we haven’t fucked! He was nowhere near my crotch. He just said he could smell something good, and then his behavior did a total one-eighty. I had to fend him off until whatever happened to him went away!”

She was quiet for a moment. “He didn’t hurt you at all, did he?”

I was taken aback by the question. “Bulma, come on. It’s Goku.”

“Did he?”

I shook my head despite the fact I was on the phone.

“Bels?”

“Oh—uh—no. Of course not. Goku was still very gentle with me, even then. He’s always gentle with me. He’s…always very kind and sweet.”

Bulma’s giggle let me know the tense moment had passed. I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

“Kind and sweet, huh?”

“Bulma,” I warned.

“What? Look, I’m not pushing anything, but Goku’s great. And you like each other! You can’t become some kind of spinster just because your ex was awful—I mean, some new action would probably be good for you!”

“I don’t think Goku’s not great, but…”

I sighed heavily, leaning against the headboard.

“It’s just…being back here, all the memories, all this new stuff…there’s so much changing so fast. I don’t know if I can handle Goku, too.”

“Why not let Goku be new stuff too? Your heart can’t heal if you hold on the past.”

“Bulma, I’m just not ready to go through that again. Things were great with Delilah in the beginning too, and look where that led.”

“Goku’s not—“

I inhaled sharply.

“Look, I know he’s an old friend and you feel you know him inside and out—but love changes people. When you’re heart’s genuinely touched, your fear, your resentment, your old pain, they all come back. We think we know ourselves, and what we would and wouldn’t do, but love changes us down to our very atom; who we are with and without love are two different people. It’s like meeting a whole new person, and I don’t want to meet the other person that’s inside him…or remember the other person inside myself.”

There was silence on her end of the line. I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

“I just…it’s only been what, four, five months now? I’m not ready. Okay?”

“Okay Bels, I hear you. I understand.”

I nodded, slumping. “Thank you. Okay, let’s forget all that—you obviously have a Saiyan situation going on.”

I grinned at the sound of Bulma sighing.

“Yeah, yeah, there kinda is,” she admitted.

“I can hear you smiling, you know—quit trying to act cool, it’s me.”

“Ugh, fine…it’s fucking amazing.”

I laughed as she made a little squeal and shifted around.

“Okay, okay, so basically, he was being an idiot per usual and overdid it in the gravity chamber.”

“Oh, so he’s still an idiot, huh?”

“Since when isn’t Vegeta an idiot?”

With a chuckle, I shook my head, leaving my bedroom and going to the kitchen.

“Okay, so he injured himself, and what happened next?”

“Well, I started finding myself keeping watch over him, and worrying a little about him…he had these nightmares often, so I’d stay while he slept…just, ‘cause…you know…”

I couldn’t help the smile plastered on my face.

“Bulma!”

“Don’t make it weird,” she insisted, “It’s not—“

“Bulma, please, I’ve never heard you talk about a guy like that before! Not even that Yamcha guy you wrote about, and he fucking died.”

“Well the son of a bitch cheated on me,” she said, “Funnily enough, Vegeta—oh.”

I paused from pouring my orange juice, raising a brow.

“Oh?”

“So…I haven’t told you much about Vegeta, have I?”

“Oh, no.”

“No, no, it’s not that—okay, it’s pretty bad.”

***

“Look, all I’m saying is, if I were you, I’d have some qualms about getting involved with a definite war criminal.”

“He’s not—he isn’t a war criminal!”

“Have you made sure?”

“Bels, you don’t get it—Saiyans are a warrior race, they’re all about power and battles and violence. Goku’s an anomaly.”

“No,no, I’ve grasped that; I’m just saying I wouldn’t fuck a crazy person.”

“Oh, he’s not—“

I gave her an incredulous look, and she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess that’s fair.”

“Mhm.”

I shook my head and looked out the window, frowning at the scenery below. The last time I saw, there was ice, then ocean, but now we were flying over lush green hills I didn’t recognize. By my memory, we should’ve reached the city by now.

“Where on earth are we, by the way?”

“Uh—just visiting a friend. There’s someone I’d like you to meet. I think he could help you with your power.”

I tensed. “I told you I didn’t want—“

“Look, if you can’t at least control yourself we’re all gonna fucking die, so just do this for me, okay?!”

My eyes widened as she blurted out her argument, and I was humbled into silence.

“Hmph.”

“Hey, you’ll see! Piccolo’s not as crazy as all of the other guys. You guys might actually get along pretty easy.”

“I’m skeptical.”

She chuckled, turning and landing. I sighed, crossing my arms, hesitantly looking at our destination. It was an interesting looking house; small and white with a round purple window. I could only describe its shape as something akin to a combination of a sea creature and an insect. Bulma parked and hopped out, beckoning me to follow. I hesitantly jumped out and onto the ground, rubbing my neck. I was really tired of meeting all of these new friends. Some tension formed in my shoulder at the sound of a deep voice. Whoever this was, they already seemed disgruntled by our presence.

“Why are you here?”

“Hey, Piccolo! I brought that friend of mine I took you to see that was out for a bit, remember? You said you’d help her focus her ki.”

“Who?”

“Oh you know, the one with all that power? She blew up the testing chamber.”

“You brought her here?! You realize this is where I live, right?”

“Well you didn’t answer your phone—none of you muscle-heads do!”

“Oh, right, that thing. It broke.”

“It what?!”

I winced at the volume of Bulma’s horrified screech as I came up behind her.

“Oh, relax,” I dismissed, “you can replace one lousy phone. You could buy every phone factory on earth if you wanted to.”

I looked at this new friend, and a spark of recognition brought me some ease.

“Oh, right. Piccolo.”

He probably wasn’t as huge as Broly was, but this guy was undeniably a giant. He must’ve been, what, seven feet tall? I sighed.

“Man, I’m tired of feeling short.”

Piccolo measured me up with skepticism, black eyes calculating and sharp.

“So, you’re the Bellatrix I saw in the med bay?”

I wasn’t phased. “Yup.”

I popped my lips, holding his intense stare. His brow furrowed slightly, and I lifted a brow. Bulma glanced between us uneasily.

“What’s this I hear about you being able to help me with my ki?”

He gave a slight smirk. “Oh, you’re up for it? You don’t look the type to be inclined to fight.”

“And you don’t seem the type inclined to offer training,” I shot back, putting my hands in my pockets, “But you’re right. I don’t care about combat, I just want to control my power.”

“Mm. It is volatile, I’d understand wanting to control it. But power like yours demands to be used.”

I frowned at him. “Well, too bad. Should’ve picked a different meat suit. I’m a scientist, not a warrior. Can you help me or not?”

He was quiet for a while, maintaining our staring contest, but then he chuckled turning away.

“Fine. Let’s start now. I’ll get my weighted clothes.”

He went upstairs, and Bulma scoffed.

“He could at least say goodbye.”

She quickly turned to me with a bright smile. “See! Told you you’d get along! I’ll get you later, alright? We’ll go out!”

My eyes widened with slight alarm. “Wait, you’re leaving me alone with this guy?”

“I’ll be back,” she urged, rushing back to the ship.

“What the hell are you running for?!”

“Bye-bye!”

“What—Bulma! What the hell do I even talk to this guy about?!”

I watched her fly away with disbelief, feeling a bit of sweat forming on my forehead. I jumped and whirled around to meet Piccolo’s eyes looking down at me.

“Good, you can sense energy. At least you’re not a complete amateur.”

I gave him a blank look as he brushed past me. “Oh great, another charmer.”

“We don’t need to get along. I’m just teaching you.”

I scoffed, following him. “How do you expect to teach people things if you don’t get along with him?”

“Oh, great, another talker,” he muttered, “Just pay attention.”

We walked silently for what felt like an eternity, until we came across a quiet brook that seemed attached to a lake in the distance. It was surprisingly nice. Under the gentle climate of the day with the pleasant sound of water, I already felt a sense of ease.

“Have a seat,” Piccolo instructed, sitting down by the water.

I did hesitantly, crossing my legs like he did. He didn’t look at me.

“I hear your power skyrockets when your emotions get out of control.”

“Yeah. Like a defense mechanism.”

“I see,” he muttered again, turning his piercing eyes onto me, seeming to observe something in the air around me, “It makes sense; your ki’s terrible. So scattered and volatile.”

I was a little offended even though he was right. He grunted, closing his eyes and looking away.

“I think the best thing to do is focus on grounding your energy, and separating its use from your emotions. I know you don’t consider yourself a fighter, but at least for now, if you don’t train your ki, it’ll become more restless, explosive, and erratic. You need to do something about that anger inside you, too. Combat will help with releasing that frustrated energy inside you.”

I frowned at the water. I really didn’t want to do that. I had no business trying to measure up to these crazy people around me—I could sense their overwhelming power; they could all probably break me in half like a banana. This was all ridiculous, I could figure out my own way—

“And that ruminating needs to end, too.”

I froze up, looking at him in surprise. He was giving me a harsh stare that actually gave me a bit of a scare. Could he hear my thoughts?

“You know, you remind me of another kid I trained. He was meek like you, although he had the excuse of being a child. But he stepped up when the time came, and he tapped into his potential. You have the same potential in you. The only thing that will make this difficult is your desire to make it so.”

I stared at him, mouth slightly agape, brow knitted with arguments wanting to bubble up in defense. He rose a non-existent eyebrow at my dumb expression.

“I…I’m not a fighter,” I said plainly.

To my surprise, he smiled. “Neither is he. Not for a lack of trying, mind you. He’s just not like me or his father.”

My gut sparked at the mentioning of his father. “Father?”

“If it’s returning to a normal life you’re worried about, you can do that too. That kid’s in high school now, and he’d still as much of a nerd as he was when I first met him. I’m not trying to force you to change your life, but your potential shouldn’t be wasted.”

I stared down at the grass that tickled my shins, listening to the water. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was scared. I know nothing of this life. I didn’t want to jump into this sea of stuff completely blind. I’d spent so much time feeling helpless and confused, it didn’t seem to me that putting myself into more of that was going to help my issues.

“I’m not ready for that,” I admitted.

“You won’t always be ready,” he dismissed with some harshness, “Sometimes life comes at us before we’re ready, and we don’t get the choice to decide when to let it in. All you can do is ride the waves until it becomes easy.”

His words struck me, and I looked at him in surprise.

“Despite what you may think, you have the strength to ride those waves. I can sense it. The only thing making you weak is yourself.”

I picked up a few blades of grass, staring at them in my palm.

“I guess I’ll tell you. If you promise not to tell Bulma.”

“That’s not hard to do.”

“Okay, my brother’s dead.”

He was quiet, but didn’t seem put off by the information, so I continued.

“He died a few months ago in an accident, fighting off some private investigator my ex-girlfriend hired to follow me, and I’m living in the observatory she built me. And now, after getting a sense of emotional solid ground, I look up, and I’m an alien species with superpowers that destroy everything they touch, and everything I’ve believed since I was a kid has been a lie.”

I sighed, wiping off my hand.

“It’s not that I’m weak. I’m just tired. And confused, and scared, and frustrated, and nine-hundred other things. I just want things to be normal again.”

I looked to him again, a little surprised to meet his eyes. “But I don’t want to put the people I love in danger. So if training with you can help me do that, then fine.”

He regarded me quietly with a new glimmer in his eyes, then nodded.

“I can help you do that. I…apologize for misjudging you.”

I smiled a little, nodding in return. “Okay. When do we start?”

He looked at the water, taking a deep breath.

“Close your eyes, and we can start now.”

I did as instructed, frowning a little.

“What’s next?”

“Sit up straight and focus.”

I muttered, a little annoyed by his authoritative tone.

“Okay, bossy…”

After straightening up, I let out an exhale. I didn’t know what he meant by focus; but I didn’t want another demand given to me, so I just focused on the sound of the water. With time and silence, the quiet trickle had filled my ears, along with the gentle rustling of distant leaves and passing breezes. My breath had deepened.

“You’re a natural,” he remarked, voice softened remarkably, “I’m surprised.”

“I did this all the time as a kid. I grew up in a place not dissimilar to this.”

“I see. Well, since you’re focused, let’s try tapping into your ki. You’ve done it before, right?”

The mentioning of it would’ve usually given me an anxious knot in my stomach, but I’d gotten so zen that I just gave an affirmative hum. I thought of the night I blasted Goku through the clouds, remembering separating our hands and the sensation of that aura. I exhaled as warmth grazed my neck, then shoulders, until my entire body had been embraced by the mysterious sensation. It felt calmer this time; I could appreciate the sensation of it buzzing against my skin. I felt like a plant soaking up the sun.

“Good start,” he affirmed, “Now I want you to focus it between your hands.”

I thought of Goku’s kamehameha with a bit of concern. Piccolo seemed to glean what I was thinking, though.

“Nothing crazy, not an attack. Just create a ball of energy in your hands.”

That sounded a little crazy, but I digressed.

I straightened up, clearing my throat, falling back into the creek again. The warmth grew around me and expanded into a little bubble. As I inhaled, it shrunk around me, and with every exhale, it expanded. I got a little fright when I exhaled, and suddenly I could see Piccolo’s sitting figure behind my eyelids observing me.

“That’s good, now focus it.”

The thought of attempting to shrink this giant aura I’d created around us seemed impossible, but I just took a deep breath.

“Okay,” I whispered.

Contract, I told myself as I inhaled, then exhaled, then inhaled again. I managed to shrink to just around me—Piccolo disappeared, although I could acutely sense his energy next to me. I shivered as the warmth left my shoulders and neck, and soon the giant sphere had become the size of a volleyball. There was a light shining against my eyelids that distracted me though.

Trying to ignore it, I contracted the sphere further, feeling the heat mounting beneath my palms as it got smaller and smaller. The light got brighter, too, and my the time I’d managed it into a ball, I was squeezing my eyes shut to block out the light.

“Take a look,” Piccolo said.

I curiously opened my eyes, and stared in marvel at the bright red ball of energy between my hands.

“Woah.”

“That’s your ki. I’m honestly impressed it’s so malleable.”

I widened my hands, willing the ball to grow, then shrink again. It looked like fire—if it didn’t blind you, of course—but it felt nothing like it. It was like night and day from the ki I’d felt when Bulma ran her test: this felt like life force; creation.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“Mm. I want you to keep working on that,” he said, suddenly rising to his feet.

I moved to do the same, but he gave me a look that kept me seated.

“Keep meditating and manipulating your ki. I’ll come back later.”

“”Kay.”

I did as instructed, shutting my eyes and expanding the ball of ki to surround me again. On second thought, Bulma might’ve been right for once; Piccolo wasn’t bad at all compared to the characters I’ve met the past few weeks. One hour with him and I’d become the calmest I’ve been in weeks. As the warmth kissed my skin, I smiled a little. I could sit by this creek forever, listening to it babble. I sighed peacefully.

“Hey, there ya are!”

The alarm of hearing Goku’s voice sent me flying into the air, and the warm ki immediately blasted out of control. Goku let out a yelp as the force of it knocked him out of the air, and we both crashed onto the ground. I let out a groan as a painful ache bloomed throughout my shoulder.

“Agh, shit…”

“Bellatrix! You okay?”

Goku rushed over to me, helping me up to my feet. I sighed, rubbing my shoulder in annoyance.

“I’m fine, it just hurts a little.”

“Heh, sorry about disturbing you. Your energy felt really good there for a moment.”

He rubbed my shoulder, smiling apologetically.

“Goku? What are you doing here?”

I removed Goku’s hand quickly in embarrassment as Piccolo lowered to the ground, approaching us. He gave Goku a reprimanding look.

“I sensed her energy scattering out of nowhere, I thought there was some kind of attack.”

Goku chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry! I just heard from Bulma that Bellatrix was training with you and I wanted to see!”

"She doesn't need the distraction," Piccolo said, eyeing me curiously.

I avoided his gaze with a blush; I could feel my ki blazing wildly inside me as Goku stood next to me.

"What? Bellatrix doesn't mind! Do ya, 'Trix?"

He looked down at me with a smile, and my energy knotted up even more. I looked away.

"Ahem...uh..."

"Goku, go bother Vegeta," Piccolo commanded a bit more firmly, "You're making her energy go haywire."

Goddamn it. I gave Piccolo a dirty look as Goku looked between us in surprise. He looked at me questioningly. I gave an awkward smile.

"Just swing by Bulma's place later."

He nodded, smiled, and flew off. I watched him go for a moment until I realized Piccolo was still there, then I whirled around, fixing my eyes on the ground.

"Go back to meditating," he instructed, turning away.

I let out a sigh of relief. "Sir, yes sir."

He took off as I sat back down on the ground, crossing my legs. I took a deep breath, starting to listen to the water again. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

I sighed sharply, rolling my eyes and taking it out.

My eyes widened.

Mom.

***

"You sure you want us to come?"

"She said she wanted to meet my new friends," I muttered, fiddling with the pens on her desk.

"Bulma, I don't like this thing," Goku complained, walking into the lab.

I glanced over briefly, then did a double take in confusion, seeing his new outfit. He wore boots, jeans with a brown belt, a white t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket. I stared quietly, unable to tear my eyes away.

"Wh--why are you dressed like that? You can wear your gi, you know."

"What? But Bulma said--"

"Bulma said nothing," she suddenly interjected, pushing him out of the room.

She shut the door behind her, giving me a smile. I gave her a confused look.

"What--"

"His gi was filthy," she said quickly.

"Okay..."

"Okay."

My eyes narrowed, but I didn't have the mental resources to be suspicious.

"Mm."

"What?"

I looked at her in confusion. "What?"

"That 'hm', what is that? I'm not doing anything!"

I laughed a little. "You know, you have got to work on being less conspicuous."

"I just want to make him a bit more presentable--"

"Mm, to meet my parents."

"It's not like that," she insisted, putting on some earrings, "Your family is very intelligent and a bit more...sophisticated than Goku."

I snorted, then laughed. "What? My family? C'mon, really?"

She gave me a look in the mirror. "Well, Adam is at least."

"Heh, yea--"

I fell silent, my stomach falling. "Oh."

Bulma paused, turning around to look at me.

"What is it—"

"Bulma, how long do I have to wear this thing? My arms feel like sausages..."

I glanced in a panic between the two as Bulma rolled her eyes, pushing Goku out of the room again.

"Wait. Outside."

She closed the door with an exasperated sigh, going back to the mirror and checking her makeup.

"I'm excited to see everyone," she said brightly, "I haven't heard from them in months, I was worried."

My voice was caught in my throat as I shakily got up. She rummaged through her purse to make sure everything was inside, then slung it over her shoulder, heading for the door. I rushed over before she reached it, grabbing her wrist.

"Bulma."

My intense stare stopped her in her tracks, and she fell silent, frowning.

"Bels?"

I squeezed her wrist, breath trembling. "I...it's...I need to tell you something."

"Well, we're gonna be late--"

"It's Adam."

Her jaw snapped shut and her eyes locked on me. I sighed.

"I'm...really sorry I haven't told you sooner."

"Did something happen? Is he okay?"

"He...he's dead."

Her jaw went slack in disbelief, and I watched the confusion in her eyes as my words processed through her mind.

"What?"

"There was an accident; Delilah sent this P.I. after me and there was a fight, and--"

"Adam's dead?!"

I winced at her raised tone. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, I’m…I’m not mad, I…”

She stumbled over to her desk and collapsed into the chair. She stared at her hands.

“It explains a lot, though.”

I watched her sit in silence, then crouched down with a sigh.

“Wait, Delilah sent a P.I. after you? I—what—what happened?”

“You know Delilah, can’t leave me unattended for more than an hour. I sensed I was being watched, and I told Adam. He and the guy got into a tussle, then this motorcycle…and…”

I clapped my hands together, making an explosion sound.

“The ambulance came, but he had no chance.”

“Bels…did you see him die?”

I stared down at my hands.

“I never left his side.”

The ride over to my family home was silent. Bulma gripped the steering controls with a white-knuckle grip, and I sat beside her in silence, hesitant to look at her—if she was crying, I would cry, if she was upset, I would be ashamed. If she had no expression, I would give her one in my mind. Goku was surprisingly quiet; he didn’t ask what had happened, but he could sense the change in everyone’s mood and acted accordingly.

We landed near the farmhouse, and the sight of my parents’ home in the distance, warm and cozy and beckoning, made my stomach twist with anxiety. I didn’t know what to expect or what to do; how to act…I hadn’t visited since Adam had died, I hadn’t talked to any of my siblings or family. With a swallow, I took Goku’s hand as he smiled up at me gently, helping me out and to the ground.

“You’re shaking,” he said with some concern.

“I’ll be fine.”

He nodded, and moved to let go of my hand, but I didn’t let him. We exchanged a look, and he smiled again, squeezing my hand gently.

“You ready, Bels?”

I turned immediately at the sound of Bulma’s voice, and nodded.

“I can’t stay out here all night, anyways.”

She spied our interlocked hands and tilted her head, but didn’t give any outward reaction, turning around and walking ahead. We followed. Goku spoke to me in a hushed voice.

“Is she mad or somethin’?”

“I told her about Adam.

I lagged behind for a moment, leaning over to him.

“Keep this between us, but…she was a little in love with him.”

His eyes widened in surprise.

“I thought it was always just Yamcha…”

“I mean, they never got together, of course, Adam wasn’t…you know.”

“What?”

“Available.”

“What, he had a wife?”

“A boyfriend. Occasionally.”

“Oh…”

I smiled a little. “Yeah. But they were still close…although Adam was close with everyone.”

I watched her solitary figure brush past the dogs that ran up excitedly to greet her.

“She’s family, you know?”

“Yeah.”

I watched her go up to the porch and knock on the door. It opened, and my mother’s arms immediately shot out to embrace her tightly. They swung a little, then Bulma turned around. I hurriedly let go of Goku’s hand once I met my mother’s bespectacled eyes. Her gaze softened, and she smiled. I gave a strained one in return, waving a little. She waved back, gave Bulma a nod, and the two went inside. Goku and I had stopped walking.

I stared at the door quietly, hearing music coming from the windows being carried by the breeze. My legs felt like jelly. Goku eyed me curiously.

“You goin’ in?”

I blinked, looking up at him, then rubbed my chest as my heart pounded against it.

“I don’t…”

I bent over, feeling dizzy, bracing myself on my knees. I felt a bit nauseous. I felt Goku’s hand on my back, then both of then take my shoulders and pull me upright.

“Hey, they’re your family,” he said, pulling me in with his eyes, “They’re not gonna bite. I’m sure they missed you a lot.”

I held onto his hand, trying to take a deep breath.

“But I…if…”

“What?”

“If I go in there, without Adam,” I muttered, “It makes it all real.”

He was quiet. I wanted to lean against him, to feel some solidity; my body was all smoke right now. Goku hummed quietly, then looked into my eyes with a smile.

“Why don’t you show me the farmhouse first?”

I let out a labored breath. “What?”

His smiled faded. “Are you okay?”

“I can’t…”

I placed my hand over my chest, crouching down. Goku moved down to the ground with me, looking with concern.

“You’re not having a heart attack, are you?”

“Just feels like it,” I assured, breath trembling, “I think I’m having a little panic attack, that’s all.”

“Panic attack?”

“I’m just…feeling very scared.”

I looked at him, then averted my eyes in discomfort.

“Just give it a minute…”

Before I could pull away, he took me up in his arms, holding me against his chest. My eyes widened. I froze, but quickly fell slack at the sound of his steady heartbeat.

“You don’t have anything to be scared about. I won’t let you get hurt.”

I crumbled in his embrace, my pants leg soaking up the dew from the grass, inhaling his scent, hands trembling as I timidly grabbed onto his arm. I shut my eyes, feeling myself sinking into him, feeling his calmness, his steady energy, and I felt my own begin to calm down in response.

“That’s it,” he encouraged quietly.

My heart jumped. What was happening?

“Goku,” I whispered.

“It’s alright.”

I took a deep breath, feeling how my body rested in his strong arms. I felt his warmth; I could feel that little sun he shone onto everything around him, and it bathed me in its gentle light. I opened my eyes, staring down at the grass.

“I’m sorry, I keep having meltdowns around you.”

He laughed. “I don’t mind.”

I felt his laugh vibrate in his chest. The claw that gripped mine loosened its hold. I took a full breath.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

He touched my face gently, and to my surprise, the tension in my chest eased a bit more at the feeling.

“I like you,” he said plainly, “Why wouldn’t I be nice?”

I looked up at him, realizing how close we were—with Goku, proximity always seemed to become a very important concept.

“You’re too nice,” I whispered, glancing down at his smile and meeting his eyes again.

He only smiled more, shaking his head.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

He leaned closer, chuckling. I didn’t retreat—I turned my body to him, wanting to take in the smile that glowed in his eyes. He pressed his forehead against mine.

“Nuh-uh.”

I laughed a little, and his smile got bigger.

“Your laugh is pretty,” he said, letting me go as I pulled away.

“You’re too nice,” I reprimanded, “Too nice and too sweet.”

We stood up, and he beamed at me.

“You’re not scared now, right?”

I shook my head, laughing again. He frowned.

“No, I’m not.”

“What’s so funny?”

I couldn’t contain my smile. “Nothing. You hungry?”

“Something’s funny,” he pressed.

We walked to the house, and I looked at him then glanced away.

“What is it?”

I didn’t know what to say. I reached up and pinched his cheek gently. He smiled and did the same in response, making me smile. The sound of barking took my attention away from him as the family dogs bounded up to us, tongues flailing and tails wagging eagerly. I knelt down, embracing them as they knocked me over on the ground, licking my face and sniffing me. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“He—Hello you two—oh gosh!”

My cheeks ached as I scratched their heads, struggling to sit up. Goku watched me with a smile, but was quickly overtaken by our giant hounds’ curiosity. He stumbled and chuckled, patting their heads as they circled, sniffed, and nudged him around.

“Woah, hey, hi!”

“Don’t let them bully you,” I warned.

“Oh, I’m sure—woah—“

I grinned as they knocked him on the ground, licking his face too. Goku laughed heartily, trying to shield his face.

“At least they like you.”

“Heh, yeah—hey—“

I whistled, snapping to bring them over to me. “Okay, that’s enough.”

They looked over and trotted over, sitting. I got up and helped Goku to his feet.

“They’re cute,” he said brightly, “And weirdly strong…”

“You should probably wash your face when we get inside.”

I wiped off his shoulder, then clicked my tongue as an amused smile grew on my face again.

“Awe, your jacket’s all covered in fur now. Not very presentable.”

“It’s not?”

“No, not at all. You should probably take it off.”

I nudged him with a playful look as we reached the porch. He grinned back, taking it off and slinging it off of his shoulder. I knocked on the door, looking at Goku again—he’d gotten some fur in his hair. I chuckled, pressing up on my toes and holding onto his shoulder to keep me steady as I plucked them out of his hair. He looked down in pleased confusion.

The door swung open and I was hit with a familiar ‘ooo’. I froze, my cheeks heating up as I turned to look at my older sister. Gita grinned, hazel eyes shining mischievously behind her glasses. She crossed her arms and leaned on the doorframe, glancing between us curiously.

“Well, well, is this why you haven’t come around, Trixie? Got a new boyfriend?”

I rolled my arms, looking away. “He’s not my boyfriend, Gita.”

Her eyes crinkled as she laughed. “Oh, sure, not yet! What’s your name, handsome fella?”

“I’m Goku.”

“Goku. Nice to meetya. I’m Gita, Trixie’s big sister.”

She shook his hand firmly, making her bangles clink against each other.

“Oh, firm grip,” she remarked, taking her hand back and placing both on her hips, “You’re as strong as you look.”

She nodded, patting his shoulder with a smile. “Come on in, food’s almost ready.”

Gita opened the door for us, welcoming Goku in and giving me a wink. I shook my head profusely, but she only chuckled, pinching my cheek.

“Still so shy, huh, lil sis?”

The sound of Bulma’s laugh danced along the walls as music and the aroma of food reached my senses. Gita rubbed my shoulder, and we lingered by the door for a moment as she gave me a meaningful look.

“How are you doing?”

I looked at her, smiling a little. “It’s…not easy.”

She nodded. “I know. It hasn’t been easy for any of us.”

I hummed, looking at the ground. She wrapped her arm around me, then pulled me into a tight embrace.

“I’m glad you’re finally here. We’ve all been waiting for ya, kid. No one blames you.”

I slowly hugged her back, inhaling the scent of gardenias that clung to her dark, silky hair, feeling my heart release a little.

“I missed you guys a lot,” I said quietly, “I just, I couldn’t—“

She rubbed my back soothingly, making me fall silent.

“I know. We missed you, too.”

She pulled back, smiling. “You have nothing to explain. Okay?”

I nodded. She cupped my cheek, giving me a hard look.

“I want to hear you agree, Trix.”

I smiled. “Okay.”

She nodded. “Okay. Let’s go. You still have Kuno and Cai left to give you a hard time about your piece of man candy.”

I grumbled as she laughed again, ushering me inside.

“He’s not—“

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you’ve already talked Bulma’s ear off with your friend spiel.”

I blushed. “I don’t—“

“Well, look at you, all grown up.”

I turned to see Kuno eyeing me up, blonde eyebrows raised. A smile played on his lips as he came over to me, uncrossing his arms as I gasped.

“What the fuck did you get so ripped for,” I accused in disbelief.

He laughed, trapping me in a bear hug and picking me up. I fought to breathe but patted him on the back. He’d completely changed from the skinny guy I remembered.

“Hey, I’ve been hitting the gym,” he said, with a shrug, “Not to mention all the heavy lifting at work.”

“What do you do now?”

“Moving company,” he said, picking up a wine glass off of the dining table and passing it to me, earning a dirty look from Gita, “Furniture, boxes, the like.”

“Although, your guy over there’s giving me a run for my money,” he said, nudging me with his elbow.

“He’s not my guy,” I insisted, taking a sip of wine, “If everyone keeps saying that, I’m gonna need this more than Gita.”

He chuckled, patting my shoulder. Cai and Bulma’s laughs rounded the corner into the dining room before they did, cheeks flushed and holding glasses of liquor. I shook my head with a smile.

“God, what is it with this family and alcohol,” I remarked, sipping from the glass as well.

“Nothing wrong with having a good time,” Kuno said, patting my head, “You’ve been gone too long.”

I smiled at him, pushing him lightly and leaving the room. Bulma seemed better, which eased some of the pressure in my chest. A bit of it returned at the sight of my parents and Goku hitting it off in the kitchen, though. My mom caught sight of me first as they all laughed together, and came over to me, eyes twinkling.

“Oh, baby, I’m so glad you’re here.”

She kissed my forehead, hugging me tenderly. I hugged her back.

“Hey, Mom.”

“How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good.”

“Mm, you need anything? Bulma taking care of you?”

“I actually moved back to the observatory. Had to call Delilah but she agreed. It’s mine now.”

She smiled and nodded, but her eyes showed concern.

“I don’t like the idea of you being out there in the ice all alone…”

I chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t see myself being left alone for a while.”

My father’s laughter caught my attention, and I glanced between him and Goku. Mom pinched my cheek, giving me a smile.

“He’s sweet,” she said, leaning over towards me, “Nice catch.”

“He—“

With a sigh, I smiled back, shoulders slumping a little. Might as well take the compliment at this point. Goku turned and smiled, and I smiled back shyly—he had to have heard that. My father finally saw me around him, and his eyes lit up.

“Oh, Bellatrix! I swear, I didn’t even recognize you, you look so beautiful—oh, come here!”

I gasped for air as my father laughed, squeezing me in an even tighter bear hug than Kuno’s.

“Dad—Dad!”

“Oh, I’ve missed my little starlight so much!”

I blushed as I met Goku’s eyes, seeing his amused smile.

“Dad!”

“God, you’re all skin and bones; let’s get you fed—honey, are we all ready to eat?”

“Dad, I’m dying here,” I gasped out.

Mom laughed. “Yes, I think—oh no!”

Her eyes widened in sudden recollection. “I forgot desert!”

“I think I’m blacking out—“

“Oh no! That’s no good at all! We’ve got dinner all ready to go, though…”

“We can get it,” Goku offered.

Dad turned to him, swinging me along with him.

“Oh, you’d do that for us son? Thanks so much.”

“I’ll go write up a list—keep the food warm, honey!”

Mom rushed off, and Goku gently pried me out of my father’s arms, earning a grateful look from me. He chuckled, leaning down to say something in my ear.

“Little starlight?”

I slapped his shoulder, sputtering in embarrassment as he straightened up and laughed.

“Shut up.”

Mom shoved a list and keys in my hand, along with a wad of cash and ushered us out of the door in a panic.

“And don’t dilly dally, you two!”

I laughed softly as the dogs ran up to us again, sniffing and barking and circling us as we got in the car. I was about to turn the ignition, but gave Goku a look.

“Seatbelt.”

“Oh! Sorry.”

He buckled up, and we were off.

***

Dinner was loud, happy, and plentiful. I sat between Gita and Bulma, laughing, drinking, and laughing some more. There was so much joy in one little room that I felt that it could burst open at any second. Goku, Kuno and my father all bounced off of each other seamlessly, and when Goku was, well, Goku, they only seemed to appreciate it more.

“You’re quite the simple man, Goku,” my father remarked, patting him on the shoulder with a beaming smile, “God, you’re just made of muscle aren’t you? He’s gonna give you a run for your money, Kuno!”

Kuno laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, that is one race I’ll gladly avoid.”

Goku glanced between them with some confusion, but kept smiling nonetheless.

“Heh, thanks!”

I nudged Bulma. “See, they like him, even without the jacket.”

She gave me a look, and I laughed, sipping more wine. My eyes gravitated to the empty seat between Cai and Mom. A steaming plate of food sat there, accompanied by his favorite childhood cup half filled with brandy. I smiled at it bittersweetly. For the first time, his absence didn’t feel so brutal.

“—Eh, Trix?”

I blinked in confusion, realizing everyone was looking at me. Mom looked at me soulfully, a gentle smile formed on her lips. Kuno cleared his throat, and Cai rubbed his shoulder soothingly. I looked around with some shame.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“There’s nothing to feel sorry for honey,” Dad assured, “We all feel it too.”

I looked to Bulma, seeing her staring at the empty chair with misty eyes. I pulled her close and embraced her firmly, placing a kiss on her forehead. She leaned her head against mine, wrapping an arm around my waist. I closed my eyes.

For the first time, it wasn’t just me who felt the pain of his absence, and the world kept spinning despite it.

Cai stood, raising his beer bottle.

“To Adam,” he said, “The only grown man I knew who drank brown liquor out of a superhero cup.”

With a laugh, I raised my glass.

“To the best man I ever knew,” I added.

Kuno rose his. “To the man who never gave up on me.”

Some emotion rose up my throat at his words, and I felt my eyes threaten to water. I smiled.

“Here, here.”

Kuno nodded at me soberly, still managing a smile on his face.

Everyone raised their glasses and cups in silence for a moment, until my father spoke.

“To have lost a man like him is something no one could ever recover from,” he said, looking down at his plate wistfully, “But he’s with us all. Each of us carry a piece of his love in our hearts, and for that we should all keep smiling.”

Mom hummed in affirmation. “Mm, yes. He’d want us to be smiling.”

Bulma sniffed, and I felt some droplets fall onto my chest. I stroked her hair, and Dad came over to take her hand.

The superhero cup of brandy knocked over.

I froze, looking in shock. Everyone’s attention snapped to the spilling brandy, the rolling cup that gradually stilled, and the wind billowing through curtains that covered a window that definitely hadn’t been open before.

I smiled, feeling my eyes growing misty.

“I think he wants us to stop being so down in the dumps,” I said quietly, “Typical.”

I could feel him. I could remember him. The smiling big brother I’d known and loved. Somehow the blood had become a forgotten dream.

***

“Okay, okay, let me just—“

I giggled as I fumbled for the light switch and Goku clung to me, half holding me steady and half gluing himself to my body.

“Goku!”

“What,” he whined.

“Someone’s gonna see,” I insisted, still laughing at the feeling of him nuzzling my shoulder, “Hey, that tickles!”

“Everyone’s outside, no one’s g’na see,” he muttered, “They all know, anyways…”

“Know what?”

He laughed, holding me tighter. I finally flicked on the light switch and we stumbled inside my old bedroom, Goku shutting the door behind him as I opened the window. I sighed, turning around to see him creeping around my childhood telescope and squeaked, moving him away.

“Be careful!”

“I’m not gonna break it,” he said, smiling.

I giggled as I guided him to the bed, and we both collapsed with a groan.

“God, my family can drink…”

“I see where you get it from,” he said.

I laughed. “Oh please, I tapped out after three glasses of wine.”

Goku stared at me as my laughter slowly faded, and I held his gaze. I frowned in confusion.

“What?”

He moved closer, swallowing.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “So beautiful and so smart and funny…”

I giggled nervously. “Thanks, I guess.”

“I mean it,” he said.

“Okay.”

“No…it’s not okay.”

His eyebrows creased, and he touched my face.

“It’s not okay…”

My drunkenness wore off slightly as Goku’s thumb stroked my cheek repeatedly while I stared into his eyes. The room was still spinning around us, but I was stilled by his gaze. I took his hand in mine, moving closer to him. The space remaining between us felt so vast—how were we going to bridge it? I shut my eyes, placing his hand on my chest. Goku inhaled sharply.

“Feel that,” I asked.

“Feel—feel what?”

“How steady my heart is. My heartbeat.”

“Yeah?”

“That’s what you do to me.”

He fell silent. I pressed his hand closer.

“No one else makes me feel this except you.”

I opened my eyes, holding his gaze. “…No one else is like you, Goku.”

With some uncertainty I reached out and touched his face, feeling my hand tremble slightly as my palm cupped his cheek. I smiled at the feeling of him, of the warmth, of his presence. Maybe it was the alcohol, but in this moment, I didn’t want him to leave my side ever again.

“You’re too sweet,” I said, tracing his jaw with my fingertip, “Too sweet.”

His voice asked a soft question. “Bellatrix?”

I almost wanted to touch his mouth, to feel his voice passing through his lips. I sighed.

“Shit Goku, what did you do to me?”

“What? I didn’t do anything. At least…I don’t think…”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Oh, you did something, alright. You’re doing it right now.”

“I am?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not very convincing when you act coy, Goku.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer—the vastness that seemed so daunting was shattered in mere seconds.

“I like you,” he said, brushing his nose against mine, “I like you a lot.”

I grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

“No, I really like you.”

“I know.”

“Like…like Chichi…”

I laughed again. “Goku, I think we’re a bit drunk.”

“N-no, did you hear me? I like you.”

“I heard you,” I assured softly.

He smiled, gently taking my chin. “Do ya like me?”

I hesitated despite myself. I let out a sigh as Goku waited for me to answer with increasing unease. The words I’d been holding back spilled out.

“I’m scared.”

“Scared?”

“I like you, Goku, but I’m scared.”

I took the hand that held my chin, timidly brushing my lips against it, shutting my eyes.

“If I lost you too…”

My breath trembled as I pressed my lips against his knuckles.

“My heart would break all over again, and I don’t know if I’d survive it.”

“I’m not like her,” he whispered.

I smiled, placing his hand on my waist and pulling him closer, pressing my face into the crook of his neck, pressing my lips against his pulse, losing myself in him.

“You always smell so nice,” I said.

“‘Trix,” he insisted, “I’m not like her.”

“You’re not like anybody, Goku.”

I pulled away from his neck and looked at him again.

“People like you, like my brother…you can’t be replaced. You know that, right? It always leaves a hole when you’re gone, and it won’t get filled again because there’s no one like you that can heal it.”

I looked down at his lips. I finally touched them, caressing them with the pad of my thumb.

“If I fell in love with you…and I lost you…”

His hold around me tightened.

“I won’t ever leave you.”

“I didn’t say leave,” I corrected with a chuckle, “I said lost.”

His brow furrowed, and I rubbed the wrinkles until it relaxed. He let out a sigh, shutting his eyes.

“Of course you wouldn’t leave. People like you don’t leave. People like you are taken away.”

“I won’t get taken.”

“Yes, you will.”

“No, I won’t.”

I pulled back slightly, looking him square in the eye.

“You died before, right? While you were with Chichi? Your son? How do you think it felt for them when you were taken away?”

“I…I know it wasn’t easy—“

“Easy? Look at how I’ve been without Adam.”

I poked his temple with a chuckle. “I want you to hear me. Get these words into that Saiyan brain of yours.”

He looked at my mouth intently, making me grin.

“When you die, the people you love die with you. When you go off doing amazing things, the people you love are left behind, aching for you. Us normal people aren’t as strong as you are, we can’t hang on and keep up with your story. We don’t want a story. We want a simple life. We want to be happy, do good work, and have peace and love—and we want to love you.”

There was pregnant silence until he smiled.

He took my face in his hands, eyes twinkling. “You want to love me?”

I sighed sharply. “Did you hear a single word I said?”

“Yeah, I did. But…you want to love me?”

He grazed my lips and my jaw with his knuckles, and, feeling the slight callous formed, I pressed my lips against it.

“I don’t think I have a choice at this point. It’s going to happen…I can feel it. I’m going to fall in love with you. And I’m scared. You’re—you’re so beautiful and…I can’t—”

I sighed, trying to gather my thoughts. “I can’t lose you, too.”

“You won’t,” he assured firmly.

I smiled. “Goku…you can’t promise that.”

“Yes, I can. I won’t.”

There was a fire in his eyes that shook me. I bit my lip, then let out a sigh.

“I can’t lose you, either.”

I looked up at him in surprise.

“You’re all I can think about sometimes. You always make me feel so great and so happy. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that way about someone else besides Chichi.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, lips ghosting over mine as he let out a shaky breath.

“I really messed up with her…I can’t mess up with you, too.”

“Goku…”

For some reason, the thought of kissing him actually dawned on me for the first time. I pressed my hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to do this again.”

The possibility of his lips was so close. It made me feel hasty. Thirsty. Anxious. Goku felt it too, I could tell. He swallowed nervously.

“That’s okay. I never feel ready to do anything.”

I laughed. “You’re too sweet, Goku.”

I could feel the feverish urge building between us.

“You’re…perfect,” he breathed.

I shook my head. “No one’s perfect. It’s a good thing.”

“Bellatrix…”

“Yeah?”

“I need to kiss you.”

“I know.”

“Right now.”

“I know.”

We were silent. I stared at his mouth. He waited for me eagerly—always so gentle, so careful with me. I needed him, I knew it. I blinked, trying to keep whatever wits I had left about me.

“We can’t go back to how we are now, if…if we do that.”

“I don’t want to.”

Oh, god.

He licked his lips, clearly struggling to contain himself.

“I need you, ‘Trix…I can’t fight it anymore. I need you.”

His words echoed in my mind. I need you.

My eyebrows creased. I swallowed.

“I—“

He inched closer, hand inching down my waist to my hip. I leaned towards him.

“I need you too.”

His hand took hold of my hip firmly, pulling my body against his. My leg passed over his hips, and the bed creaked as my knees sunk into the mattress. My face was flushed—here I was, straddling the man I swore up and down I wasn’t going to give in to. I stared down at his face, his shining eyes, his slight smile, his tousled hair from the fun of the night; it as all so beautiful.

His hands clung to my hips, teasing the possibility of embarking to the bare skin under my shirt. I leaned down, cupping his cheek, pressing a soft kiss onto the corner of his mouth. His hands twitched and held onto me tighter. With a smile I leaned up and he followed, seeking to return the kiss. I placed another on his cheek, coaxing him to sit up fully and resting on his lap. Goku laughed breathlessly. I stared at his curved, laughing mouth and slung my arms over his shoulders, pressing my weight onto him and tilted my head.

“Are you sure,” I whispered.

“Please,” he muttered, brushing his lips against mine, “Come here already.”

I laughed softly at the cracks in his restraint.

“I don’t want to make a mistake for us,” I said, “We need to decide.”

He took my face in his hands, smiling. “I want you, Bellatrix.”

I smiled back, nodding. “Okay. I want you, too.”

His eyes crinkled as his smile grew. “Good.”

Goku’s focus quickly shifted to the matter of most importance though, and his hands roamed my body with newfound confidence.

“Now come here.”

Our breaths trembled as our lips finally met. He pressed his tongue into my mouth sharply and I softened his advance by making mine supple against his, taking a gentle hold of his face. He had so much friction in his energy now that he had been given the okay it made me wonder how long he’d been holding himself back—was it the first time we met?

It didn’t take much time for him to follow my lead and be more gentle with me. We moved further onto the bed soon after, unable to part our lips for even a moment. The bed creaked under our aimless movement as I eased onto my back and pulled him on top of me by his shirt, managing a smile and to pull myself away for a second.

“Bulma was…was diabolical to put you in these,” I said with a chuckle.

He quickly took my lips with his again, then smiled against my mouth.

“You like it?”

I tucked my fingers around his belt and tugged his hips further down between my legs and grinned.

“I fuckin’ love it.”

I shot up and kissed him a bit more passionately, my eyebrows furrowing. Goku moaned slightly, and I bit his lower lip, making him yelp a little in surprise and break his lips from mine.

“What was that for?”

I frowned, my mind starting to get clouded with lust. “Huh?”

“You bit me…did I do something wrong?”

“What?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Oh, shit, no, no, sorry, I should’ve asked if you liked that or not—“

“I do, I just didn’t know if—“

“Fuck, I’m sorry to cut you off, I just—“

I sighed desperately as I stole another kiss, gripping his jeans tighter as Goku sensed I’d changed somehow and kissed me harder, pressing himself against me. I felt how hard he was and my head spun—I was dangerously close to forgetting we were technically in my family home on the loudest mattress on earth.

“We should—we should be smart,” I muttered thoughtlessly between kisses, “Someone’ll hear the bed if we fucked right now.”

“But I want to fuck you now,” he complained a little, kisses starting to stray from my mouth, “I can smell you, how am I supposed to control myself when I can smell how ready your pussy is for me?”

I blushed as his sudden crassness, but it made me want him more. I laughed breathlessly, aching at the feeling of his hard cock against pressed against my clit through my jeans. He pressed a little harder and I grazed my nails over his arm, feeling a wave of heat pass through my whole body. He chuckled, capturing my parted lips and biting my lower lip in return.

“See?”

I was already unbuttoning my pants. He grinned, unzipping them, tracing the waistband of my underwear with his fingertips.

“Fuck, Goku, you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“It’s okay,” he assured, voice growing husky, “I won’t fuck you if you don’t want it. I just…”

My brain didn’t even process what he’d done until Goku had tossed my pants to the floor and lowered my hips against the mattress again. Not one squeak, and he’d gotten my pants off already. I gasped as I felt his thumb swipe over my clit, then rub it gently. I bit my lip, grabbing onto his shoulder.

“Goku,” I whimpered quietly.

“I just need to taste you, that’s all.”

His voice had completely changed. His entire demeanor had changed; he sounded deathly serious. I could imagine this is how he was in a fight—composed, focused, precise, and absolutely ruining his opponent.

He pulled my underwear apart without much effort, and his breath audibly stilted at the sight of my soaked cunt. I could only hope one of us could keep from going over the edge.

He leaned down over me again, kissing me hungrily, prompting me to respond eagerly in kind.

“Can I feel you,” he asked breathlessly.

I had absolutely no idea what he meant by that, and no intention of turning him down.

“God, please, yes.”

The bed gave the slightest creak as he carefully pushed my legs farther apart and kissed down my body, pushing my shirt up to plant kisses all over my chest and abdomen, then sink his teeth into one of my hips, making me moan softly and grip his hair. His fingers gripped my thighs as his mouth found my pussy, and with a quiet grunt, slid his tongue inside of me, then ran it over my clit as one of his hands released me.

I had a brutal grip on his hair as his tongue continued to work its magic on my clit—it was taking everything in me to keep myself still, to keep my hips in place, to not cry out his name as he sucked on my clit, making my head fall against the pillow. My chest was heaving.

“Goku,” I gasped, “This—is not careful—!”

He slid his fingers inside of me and I was completely his.

“Fuck, don’t stop…”

He didn’t smile, he just kept devouring and fucking my pussy with his diabolical tongue and big, strong fingers. I grabbed onto the headboard with my other hand, trying desperately to keep my hips still as he planted kisses on my inner thigh as I started to clench around him. I could hear the way I was gushing around his fingers as he thrusted them in and out.

“That’s it,” he whispered against my skin, “C’mon, ‘Trix…”

I couldn’t speak a word, only crush the headboard under my grip as his mouth went back to my cunt, sending me over the edge, when—

I froze as Goku slid his fingers out, breathing almost as heavily as me. He pulled back and sat up, the moonlight shining down on his dark eyes as he put the two glistening fingers in his mouth, holding my gaze until he groaned, shutting his eyes. I was completely disoriented at this point as my body burned for release. His eyes opened again as he slid his fingers out of his mouth, grinning down at me.

“It’s just as good as I thought it would be.”

As I slowly started to realize he wasn’t going to give me the release I needed so badly, I put a hand on my forehead and laughed softly.

“Oh, you evil son-of-a-bitch,” I said, letting my legs fall to the side. “Thank fucking god.”

He chuckled as I sat up, looking him up and down and giving him a little glare.

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Well, you definitely weren’t going to stop anytime soon.”

I rolled my eyes, but smiled. “And whose fault was that?”

He only gave me a big smile. I planted a kiss on his cheek, getting off of the bed and feeling around for my pants on the ground. When I found them, I tossed aside my torn underwear and put them back on.

“Where did my glasses go,” I whispered, “Are they on the bed somewhere?”

Goku handed me them as he stood, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. I put on my glasses as I laughed softly.

“This is probably the only time I’m gonna ask for this, but can you instant transmission me to the observatory?”

“Can I stay the night?”

“Maybe if you’d let me come just now, but I don’t feel so generous anymore.”

“Awe, why not?”

I smiled up at him as he put his fingers to his forehead, and we disappeared from the dark, quiet bedroom.

***

“Rise and shine, boss.”

I inhaled sharply as the blinds automatically opened, and my bedroom filled with the cool, muted sunlight of an arctic morning. The lights turned on after and I groaned, turning to shield my eyes in Goku’s chest.

I paused, tensing up. Goku’s chest?

My eyes went from the white t-shirt to Goku’s peaceful face, and my brain spun. What…what was he doing in my observatory, in my bed? I tried to sit up, but he groaned in protest, holding me tighter—holy fuck, I’d been asleep in his arms. I racked my memory of the night before desperately—what could’ve happened to warrant waking up like this? We were clothed, but I didn’t have underwear on, which was concerning since I recalled going to a family dinner.

He nuzzled my neck, and it all came flooding back like an avalanche—the drinking, the smiles, the way his fingers felt inside me, the way I pulled his arms tighter around me was we fell asleep on the bed. I looked back at his face, his lips, and sighed quietly. Life happens, whether you’re ready or not.

I placed a gentle kiss on his lips to wake him up, smiling as he frowned, groaning again.

“Get up, you big goof,” I teased, “Or do you not want breakfast?”

His eyes slowly opened and he squinted down at me.

“…Bellatrix?”

My stomach flipped at the confusion in his eyes.

I sure as fuck am not ready.

[viilpstick]

Small scenario of pirate!Ruggie and mermaid!Daisy bc I'm insane and can't control myself(⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

Also! Nudity is involved but since I'm not into nsfw (and your a minor) dw this is purely fluff, nothing about this is sexual in any way.

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“Didn't I tell you to sit down?” The pirate asked, finally finishing taking his coat and hat off so they wouldn't get wet. He rushed to the mermaid’s side, — well, not anymore, he guessed — picking her off the ground and helping her up, looking away from her body. “Sheesh… come on, I'll help you into the tub. But cover yourself while you get there.” 

As he walked, still looking ahead rather than at the naked girl beside him, he managed to get her in the tub filled with water.

“I’m sorry… I'm not used to… well, walking.” The ex-mermaid explained, touching her legs underneath the water as Ruggie turned around to get the stuff for her bath. “It's so much different than swimming with my fin…”

“Well, it should be.” Ruggie said as he got the bottles of shampoo and conditioner, along with a soap. “Turn around, I'll help you with cleaning your hair. You'll scrub yourself with the soap tho, I'm not touching you.” he sits down on a nearby bench as the girl turned around, hugging her new legs. “And for the sevens do not get out of the water.” 

“Why?” She asked, and for a moment Ruggie thought she was joking because there was no way she was this naive. He rolled his eyes the moment he realized that no she was indeed very serious. 

“I don't know how it is underwater since you guys don't have… you know.” she lifted an eyebrow but he was not about to explain himself on that. He grabbed the shampoo and started cleaning her hair, the girl letting a few giggles out at the sensation of his fingers on her scalp. “-but a guy like me and a girl like you shouldn't be naked around each other.”

“A guy like you?”

“I'm not your family member, let alone your lover.” He said as he gently started taking off the shampoo with water from the tub, telling her to close her eyes in the process. “it's not right for me to see you like this. I'm only doing this because you’d probably hurt your eyes or be confused by the products.” He gives her a smirk after he’s done with the shampoo and she opens her eyes. “But I hope you do know this will cost ya.”

“Oh- yes… that's the pirate way, I assume.” The girl sighed, a bit disappointed by that. But then again, at the end of the day she was in a pirate crew now, and nothing came for free from pirates. 

Ruggie started spreading the conditioner through her blond strands, realizing just how long they were. He quickly glanced at the girl, her face specifically, noticing just how beautiful she truly was… well, she was a mermaid, he guessed they were meant to be beautiful.

Still, her beauty seemed to not only come from her appearance, but from the way she carried herself, from the way she spoke, and from the way she exhaled curiosity by every little thing Ruggie showed her about human life.

He cleared his throat, ignoring the blush on his cheeks.

“So uh… your name? I’ve been calling you “mermaid” and “girl” this whole time.” 

“Eléa.”

He stared at her and blinked. It was short, pretty, but for some reason Ruggie wasn't sure he’d be able to pronounce it… the girl seemed to notice it and giggled, truly music to Ruggie’s ears.

“You may call me whatever you like. I know my name is quite uncommon up here.” 

“Whatever I like huh…” he spilled water on her head once again, getting rid of the conditioner on her hair, getting the soap right after. “Well… do you like flowers?”

“Flowers?” She tilted her head as Ruggie started making foam with the soap, spreading it throughout Eléa’s face. “I’m- I'm unsure if I’ve seen one-” she tried to talk before he chuckled and grabbed some water to take the foam off of her face. 

“They're pretty little plants that grow on the ground. You should see one once we land somewhere.” He said, scrubbing her neck without giving it much thought. “There's this one plant that I like, it's called daisy. it's tiny and pretty, and is also edible. It kinda reminds me of you.”

“E-edible…?” Eléa questioned, a bit confused by the comment, but Ruggie didn't give it much thought as he went to scrub her shoulders and arms. 

“Why don't I call you that? Daisy. It has a nice ring to it, don't ya think?” He smiled at her and Daisy did the same, seemingly happy with the new nickname she was given.

“...yes. I quite like it as well.” She intertwined their fingers as Ruggie had reached her hand with the soap, and by this motion he realized what he had started doing. 

He quickly got up, giving her the soap in a hurry, totally flustered. What was he thinking?? Actually, screw that, he wasn't thinking at all! If she didn't intertwine their fingers he would never have noticed that he had started scrubbing her body… what was wrong with him?

“A-anyways, scrub your whole body with the soap. I-I’ll ask Jeanne to help you getting dressed. See you later, Daisy.” 

“Wait-” the ex-mermaid was cut off by the sound of the door closing. She furrowed her eyebrows and sighed, starting to scrub herself. “I wanted to ask if he could show me the flowers once we land…”

Meanwhile, outside of the ship’s bathroom, Ruggie was crouched on the ground, tail between his legs as he held his red face from embarrassment. He literally told her he would not be touching her in any way, then there he goes!! Ugh… this was all because he got carried away…

He got carried away by her voice, her beauty, and most importantly her personality and how her happy laughter filled his ears and his heart with joy. His grandmother had warned him before he went to follow Leona as his captain: “beware of the mermaids, for they can bewitch any man at any time.”

It seemed he had been bewitched by her, he was truly enchanted.

RUGGIE 👏 IS 👏 A 👏 DAMN 👏 GENTLEMAN ‼️‼️‼️

We need more man like Ruggie, omg

AND HIM GIVING HER THE NICKNAME AAAAAAAAAAAA

I LOVE THEM MAH I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH

Btw, can I just say how I find wholesome the concept of having your partner or someone close to you nude or half naked and is not erotic? Is just like a sweet moment between both sides?? Like this is true love (i know is not quite the point of the fic, but i find wholesome whenever characters are able to be like love > lust :,))