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metamorphosisff · 1 year

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|Chapter 12| There Is Rain

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Sweat poured down my face as I finally finished my set of Bulgarian squats. Dropping the seventy pound dumbbells in each hand, I stood up and wiped my face with the bottom of my shirt. As I went to grab my water bottle, I caught Aiden’s stare.

“What bro? I did fifteen,” I said.

Waving me off, he said, “Question.”

The look on his face let me know that I would soon regret giving him the go ahead for his foolishness but I motioned for him to continue as I took a few sips of water.

“Been around any vampires lately?” he cracks, causing me to almost spit my water out.

“Bro, what is your problem?” I chuckle.

“Nothing, I’m just saying. Looking like you willingly offered yourself up. Whore,” Aiden said.

I couldn’t help the snort that escaped as we both busted out into laughter. I wasn’t someone who kissed and told but as I was rushing to get here on time, I didn’t realize there was evidence left behind. If I did, I would have worn a different shirt.

“Something like that,” I say. In a flash I see Mila on my bed spread before me, eyes wanton, chest flushed a vibrant hue of red.

There.

Here?

Yesss.

My reverie is interrupted by Aiden hitting me in the face with a balled up towel.

“Unnecessary,” I said, tossing it back, though he side steps being hit by it.

“Necessary as hell. You ain’t about to be reliving your lil sexcapade in front of me. We close but never will be that close,” Aiden said with a laugh, as he went over to pick up the weights for his turn. “Who is she.”

It no longer felt right to call Mila just my friend but it was hard to describe what we were becoming. If it were Rah asking me this question, I might have a better answer but since it was Aiden, I kept it simple. “Someone I care about,” I reply.

“One you don’t care about people, you be in love. Two, good, tired of you being sad and mopey. Three, you are a shit wingman so you better make her your girlfriend. You ain’t for the streets for real,” Aiden jokes, as he does his set without nearly the amount of struggle I did.

“Man it’s not my fault you don’t have no game and you're right about that, I’m not for the streets. I want more than falling in and out of beds,” I said, with a shrug.

“Like I said, you be in love and ain’t nothing wrong with that. So what’s her name?” he asked.

“It’s Jamila and it’s too soon for the love word, so chill,” I replied. The last time I thought I was in love that turned out not to be the case.

“Look at you blushing and shit. Lying ass,” he chuckled, dropping the weights.

“Respect that I don’t want to give your nosey ass any details right now. Just know that she’s different,” I said.

“She better be. The last thing you need is another Mariah,” he said.

“Nah, I learned that lesson, trust me,” I said with a shake of my head. Being with Mila was like breathing with the full capacity of my lungs. I didn’t have to hesitate to be myself because everything I said mattered to her. It was a freedom that had been sorely missing from my life until now.

“Only took the rest of your twenties and eight months of walking around looking like an extra for a Jagged Edge video,” he said, causing me to snort.

“Dawg, I can’t fucking stand you sometimes,” I said, as laughter consumed us both.

This was the closest of a heart to heart we would have because Aiden didn’t do feelings. All he cared about was whether or not we were happy and how he could show up when we weren’t. That alone is why no matter how bad he got on my nerves I would always call him my best friend.

With most of my free time being split between watching over Granddad and hanging out with Mila, it had been almost a week since I had been by my parents house. After the hectic nature of the previous one, I needed some space. I think we all did as Veronica opted to spend last weekend at my apartment versus at home with our parents. She was a bit out of sorts after seeing our father collapse which was understandable. We had been having to face mortality a lot recently and she wasn’t even eighteen yet. When I walked in the house, I could hear her and her friends in the backyard most likely practicing tumbling. I’d give my greetings to them later and continue to let them have their fun undisturbed. Kicking my shoes off and placing them in the cubby in the foyer, I padded my way to the living room where I heard the TV on. Sitting in an armchair, looking like the spitting image of Granddad, was Pops.

“Hey Xay,” he greeted, as I walked over to him to slap hands. Like his father, he wasn’t overly affectionate to anyone other than my mother and sister. When I was ten, I came up with a handshake which became our thing. “Glad you stopped by. Your mother has me cooped up in here.”

“She’s just trying to look out for you. Doctor said you’ll be able to do light exercises next week though,” I said, as I took a seat on the couch.

“She’s feeding me rabbit food,” he deadpanned, causing me to chuckle at the exaggeration.”I might not make it that long.”

“Pops,” I said, shaking my head. “Too soon for death jokes.”

“Sorry but it’s how I feel. You know I don’t like being idle,” he said.

“You're not being idle, you’re recovering from a traumatic health event. I think that warrants some down time,” I said, for what had to be the twentieth time. There was something about getting older that made the adults in my life turn mulish in nature. They were less inclined to listen to reason and only wanted to do what they wanted while not taking account of the better options.

He nodded his head while picking up the remote. “You trying to watch this Yankee’s game with me?”

“Sure.”

I leaned back against the couch as he turned to the YES channel. While we watched the game, mom flittered back and forth, making sure Pops was taking his medication on schedule and bringing snacks. I was haphazardly picking pistachios out of my napkin of trail mix when Pops called my name.

“Yes sir,” I replied, looking over at him.

“We just struck out Boston’s best hitter and you didn’t have anything to say. What’s on your mind son?” Pops asked.

He was right. I couldn’t recall anything from this game because I had been trapped in my mind trying to figure out how I wanted to broach the subject of our relationship. However, like there would never be a perfect time, there weren’t going to be perfect words either.

“Honestly, I’m vacillating between being concerned about your well being and pissed about your lack of respect for me,” I said, sitting the napkin down on the coffee table.

“Well since your concern has been duly noted, let’s address the latter. What makes you think I don’t respect you?” Pops asked, as he sat up a bit straighter. A sign that he was actively listening to what I had to say.

Scrunching my face I said, “You did when you insinuated that I wanted to shirk my responsibilities to Granddad and tied that assumption to my character as a man.”

“Xay, I know dealing with Granddad isn’t easy but we are his family, and looking after another is what we do. A man looks after his family, come hell or high water, not passes those responsibilities over. I know you don’t have a family of your own yet but you would want your kids to do the same for you. Hell I want you to do the same for me if it ever comes to it and I’m not sure you will,” Pops said.

“What?” I said, with a raised brow. “How can you even say that shit to me with a straight face? I go above and beyond for this family.”

“Doing what is expected of you isn’t going above and beyond. It’s your duty,” Pops said.

“That’s semantics. Either way I show up, which is more than you can say. I have a question for you, what’s the name of Granddad’s primary doctor? His neurologist? His physical therapist? Huh?” I asked.

“I don’t see-

“Yeah you don’t!” I said cutting him off. “You don’t see shit. You barely see how not easy it is dealing with your father, the man you supposed to take care of as the oldest of his children! So what kind of man that make you?”

Pop's face darkens with anger as he points a finger in my direction. “And who’s paying for those special doctors? Those medications? Not the V.A., I’ll tell you that. Who is paying the taxes on the house? The car? That’s the kind of man that makes me. I’m doing my part, I’m asking you to continue to do yours.”

“It’s easy to do your part when all it consists of is writing a check. You not getting cursed at and beat on when he can’t remember where he is in the middle of the night. You not getting called every name but your own. You not seeing the bruises on GiGi that he leaves when me, Chase or Ryan are not there,” I said, standing up, my anger roiling too much to remain seated. The feeling made me antsy so I slowly began pacing on the side of the coffee table.

“What?” Pops recoiled, sinking back against the chair. “What bruises? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that you letting your mother, children, nieces, and nephews get beat on by a person who doesn’t even exist anymore. We take it because we love him too but it’s not right. None of us are trained medical professionals! We all work, we all tired, we all got shit going on but none of that is considered because of your idealization of what a man is supposed to be? Let me clue you in, a man should know how to make the correct decisions for his family. Not put them through hell because of their pride,” I spat out.

The more I thought about his inconsideration the more vexed I became. All of the frustration I had previously swallowed was churning in the base of my throat. The acid was on the tip of my tongue but I was trying my best not to blow up. Trying my best not to slip back into the angry child he knew me to be growing up because then he really wouldn’t listen to me. He would accuse me of being emotional and dismiss everything I said in one fell swoop.

“You think my reasoning is about pride?” Pops said, standing to his feet as well. “Let me tell you something boy, everything I do is because it was what I was told to do. When your grandfather first started losing his memory, he knew it was only a matter of time. He made me swear to keep the house and him in it! He trusted me to do right by him and that’s what I’m going to do. He wanted to be at home with his family until the end so that is where he will be.”

“That was before he knew his disease would make him violent,” I said, taking a deep breath. “That changes things.”

“It does, I’ll look into getting an overnight nurse at the house. I didn’t know he was hitting GiGi,” Pops said, putting his hands on his hips.

“But you knew he was hitting us. Why wasn’t that enough for you to make this decision when this behavior first started?” I asked, squinting my eyes in confusion.

“By the time I was your age, I had been hit more times than I can count. What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger,” Pops said, waving my question away. He stood with his shoulders squared, no regret written anywhere in his countenance.

“So because you suffered, I should? That’s your logic,” I chuckled darkly. “The crazy part is you don’t even realize how fucked up you sound.”

“I’m not going to apologize for looking after my family and trying to raise you right,” Pops said.

“I’m not asking you too, I’m asking for you to apologize for failing at it. I didn’t go to Rikers for no reason,” I said.

Indignified, he steps closer to me and I keep my eyes on him as he eliminates the space between us. “Now, that was your own mistake. You and you alone decided to go joy riding in somebody else's car. Your mother and I gave you everything and you almost pissed it away being careless. Don’t you dare put that shit on me,” he said, pushing his finger into my chest.

“Yeah it was my mistake but what do you think pushed me into making it? Your constant threat of signing me up for the army actually made prison more appealing. Not something you ever considered huh father of the year?” I questioned, causing his eyes to go wide at the confession before settling into a slant.

“Hey now, what’s going on in here? Why are y’all yelling in my house?” Ma asked, walking into the living room but Pops held his hand up signaling for her not to come any closer.

“See that’s what I mean right there, you always want a loophole around hardships or something you don’t like,” Pops said, twisting my words.

“No, because I’ve been through plenty of hardships. I want a father who loves me for who I am and not what he wants me to be but fuck that,” I said, slapping my chest for emphasis.

“Your father does love you sweetheart. Come, let’s have a seat, this has gotten out of hand and we need to take a beat,” Ma says softly, inching closer to us.

“Mom is right. As my first born, I didn’t know what my heart looked like until you got here, so don’t be mistaken Xavier. I will love you every day until I leave this Earth and even after but I’m struggling to like you at this moment,” Pops said, his tone full of steel as he takes a few steps back from me, hands on his hips.

“Alex Taylor!” Ma gasps, shaking her head, as her eyes shift wildly between us both. Words that have been ten years in the making have been purged for what seems like no reason. He still didn’t see me, maybe he never did, and maybe he never will.

Nodding my head, I grabbed my phone from the coffee table. “Likewise.” I place a kiss on my mother’s forehead and move before she can pull me into a hug. The action hurts her but I can’t be touched right now. “I’ll call you Ma. Tell V, I’m sorry I couldn’t stay long.”

With that, I stalk out of the house, the front door slamming behind me. Music still pours from the backyard and I’m grateful my sister didn’t have to bear witness to that ugliness. My legs carry me several blocks away from the house. I’m walking in hopes to calm myself down but it’s not working. This isn’t the kind of anger that burns off. It’s the kind that makes you feel as if you are breaking into a million pieces. I don’t feel like trying to collect the fragments either. Reaching into my pocket, I call the one person who can make me feel something besides this darkness. The call is connected on the first ring. She takes one look at my reddened face and spares me from having to spill my guts with one question.

“You trying to lose at UNO?”

“AYE YOU CHEATING.”

“No I’m not, we agreed to stacking,” I laughed, as Papi looked across the table at my empty hands with nothing but disbelief. In a matter of seconds I had changed the course of game night between the trio when I won my first and then second, and third round of the card games. Mila was happy for my wins because the mother and son duo had been beating her for the previous hour they had been playing.

“Take your L Papi,” Mila said.

“Vengeance will be mine,” Papi says, reaching for the cards to reshuffle but Mari stops him.

“It will be yours another day. We’re going to the movies,” Mari said.

“We are?” he asks with confusion wrinkling his brow but I knew what Mari was doing. Although I came in smiling and was cracking jokes, my energy was off. Even Papi noticed because he was being nice for once.

“Yes we are. Say goodbye,” Mari said, standing up from the floor where she had been sitting.

Papi made quick work of wrapping his arms around Mila. She gave his curls a playful tug as he held out his fist in my direction.

“See you little man,” I said, bumping his fist with mine.

“You coming to my game on Friday?” Papi asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” I said. I know it was a big deal for him to ask me, that meant in some way he was accepting me into his orbit.

“You weren’t going to invite me?” Mila asked.

“You always come. Didn’t think I had to ask anymore,” Papi says with a shrug.

“Fair point,” Mila concedes with a smirk.

“Thanks y’all,” Mari smiled. It meant a lot to her to have Papi feel supported and having an extra person to help with that was appreciated. “Boy, bring yourself.”

“Bye y’all, have fun,” Mila said, watching as they bounded out of the apartment.

Once the door clicks shut I waste no time, pulling Mila across the couch, and settling her into my lap. I push my face into the crook of her neck and inhale deeply, she smells of jasmine and something warmer. Something uniquely her that makes me press a kiss there. Her arms wrap tightly around my shoulders and that’s how we remain for a while. The only sound that can be heard is the show Papi insisted we watch from the tv. I listen to her heartbeat and let it lull me into some semblance of peace. Her fingers trail gingerly across the nape of my neck, moving in small circles. I let the power of her presence subdue the remnants of my frustration. Nuzzling my nose against her skin caused her to hold me tighter.

“You hungry?” she asks after some time.

“Not really,” I replied.

“When’s the last time you ate?” she asked and it apparently took me too long to come up with the answer by the indication of her sucking her teeth. “I’m going to heat you up some pizza and wings. You go wash up. I cleaned your clothes from last time you were here this morning. They are in the chair in my room.”

“Aight, thank you,” I said, retreating from my hiding spot to give her a kiss.

“Nothing to thank me for, go,” she says, kissing me once more before hopping out of my lap so that I can stand. She turns and heads to the kitchen before I can tell her how untrue that is. I shake my head and head to the bathroom knowing how she feels about compliments. One day I was going to tell her about all the ways she made my life better by just being herself. For now, I’d let her think she was slick.

After my shower, she beckons me outside to the small balcony that’s attached to the living room by way of a sliding door. There’s enough space for a chaise and a black cocktail table which our plates rest on. It’s still warm out but the breeze makes it one of the nicer summer nights. As soon as I sit, she hands me a plate. I express my gratitude with a forehead kiss that she blushes at.

“Are we talking about it or ignoring it?” she asks softly once I’ve eaten half of my food.

“Ignoring for now,” I said, finishing off a wing and looking over at her. “It took a fifty minute Uber ride and seven games of UNO for me to reach the level of calm I’m currently on.”

“Understandable. I don’t need the details to tell you that I’m proud of you and that your braveness is something I admire,” she says, causing my heart to skip a beat.

“I dunno, I’m feeling more foolish than brave,” I said, wiping my hands on a napkin.

A part of me knew the conversation with my father would go left and I had been prepared for that. What I wasn’t prepared for was how deep his need to regulate everything was. I walked in hoping to demand his respect and left wondering why I had wanted it in the first place. He claimed to love me but purposely let me struggle for almost two years to teach me some sort of lesson. Even when I brought up how he failed me he stood in a chamber of ego refusing to let it be chinked with the truth.

“That’s the risk of vulnerability. No matter how long it may take you, you find a way to express yourself which is the bravest thing any of us can do in the face of rejection or disappointment. I want to be fearless in that way too, I’m trying to be at least,” she said, with a nervous laugh.

Grabbing her by the waist, I placed her in my lap for the second time this evening needing to have her closer. Her long limbs wrap around me, securing our embrace.

“You are and it’s beautiful,” I said, kissing her cheek. She was on the cusp of finding her purpose. I considered myself blessed to be able to witness the journey. “I don’t express myself to be brave, I do it to be heard. A side effect of being a military brat I suppose but I won’t lie and say it doesn’t feel good to hear you say that.”

“Either way, you do it, and that’s something,” she said, staring into my eyes warmly. Underneath the glow of the streetlight I’m bathed in her spirit. It’s a balm that lays over the rough parts of today so that I can make it into tomorrow.

After a moment of openly gaping at one another, she pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back, tangling my hands in her braids, and chose to get lost in her versus continuing this particular line of conversation. It may be something but that something had not been enough to get my father to hear me. So it was no longer worth lamenting over.

As if she can feel my thoughts traveling outside of this moment, she pulls away from our kiss, to flick the tip of my nose with her tongue.

“Why?” I questioned, as I began to tickle her sides. She squeals as she tries to escape but can’t due to the hold I have on her. The sound of her laughter evokes my smile.

“I regret nothing,” she laughs, as she leans in to do it again. “Now finish eating so we can go start the second Captain America movie because I need to see the full scene of them jumping Tony.”

Tilting my head back, I pinch the bridge of my nose as I groan. “Stooppp watching MCU compilations on Tik Tok.”

#metamorphasisff #slow burn romance #Black Fiction #black romance

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miiracleangel · 3 years

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Shake ass pt. 2

~Karasuno 2nd and 3rd year edition~

~Karasuno 1st years ➪ Nekoma Edition~

Tanaka, Nishinoya, Daichi, Sugawara and Jesu- i mean Asahi

i need to restrain myself from calling nishinoya nishinolla and sugawara sugarilla bcs of tiktok

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Tanaka

oh this bitch wouldn’t even hesitate

“if i have to, then you have to as well” he says laid back against your couch, arm around your shoulder. smooth boi vibes

“why do I have to do it?” you question him, looking at him sideways.

“BECAUSE WHAT IF YOURE THE ONE CHEATING AND YOURE TRYING TO DISTRACT ME” he screams, jumping up and down on your couch.

“okok OKAY you animal i’ll do it” you say. This was meant to prank your boyfriend never did you think he would turn the tables on you and make you shake ass.

He gets up from the couch, he looks at you, confusion written on his face. “what bitch” you giggled at him earning a smile from him. “where’s my dance music you pain in the ass? You’re making me do this and i have to do this right”

“you wanted to do this ryu-“ “ that’s not the point where’s my music, gimmie some ppcocaine”

you nose scrunch “dawg shes trash” you tell him. “dawg you want some ass or not” he says back shrugging his shoulders up.

he’s right..so you sigh at his antics and put on a song and the moment he feels the beat..his megan knees activate.

he takes off his shirt throwing it to the side and genuinely shakes ass perfectly like hes born to do it. no movement just straight ass.

you drop your jaw “how ho-“ he shushes you with a kiss to your nose.

pulls you from your sitting position and brings your ass to his crouch, your back against his chest. Hands on your hips and bends you forward.

he bends down, lips to your ear. “shake some ass for me” he whispers.

Nishinoya

NISHINOLLAAA

You’re laying in your boyfriends bed scrolling through tiktok until you come across a video of a woman.

“if he doesn’t send you a video of him shaking his ass he’s cheating on you” and the video cuts off to her husband throwing it back to prove his innocence. which gave you a beautiful idea.

“YUUUUUU” you scream jumping off his bed to run across his house. “Y/NNNNNNNN” he screams from the kitchen running back to you until you meet in the hallway.

“oh hey what’s up” he says casually. you laugh at his antics.

“are you cheating on me?” you ask with a smol pout.

he looks at you with pure shock “wha- what never baby why would you ever think that? i wub you” you says pouting back at you, kissing your pouty lips.

“can you prove it” you ask, still “pouting”

“I’ll do anything baby cakes just tell me what i have to do” he says determined to make his baby smile again.

you erase your pout and hit him with the straightest face hes ever seen “throw it back for me then.”

“throw what back?” he asks confused

“....twerk for me small fry” “OHHH” he yells “don’t call me small fry i’m big where it matters”

“yes your heart” you kiss him. “i was actually gonna say my di-“ you interrupt him with a kiss “just shake your ass if you’re not cheating”

“NO PROBLEM” he says as he jumps, spread his legs apart, hands on his hips and starts hardcore twerking terribly.

he gets back up with a jump “was that good” he says panting with a smile on his face.

you smile back “yes my love” you share a kiss before he lands a hard smack on your ass.

“YOURE TURN”

Daichi

y’all see his ass in that gif? immaculate

“Ready to go Darling?” you hear your boyfriend ask behind you as your turn around and nod your head.

He takes your hand and you both walk hand in hand back to his place from school.

“Thanks for waiting until after practice you didn’t have to” he says kissing your hand.

“It’s fine i finished my homework in the library” you say leaning your head on him. Until an idea came into your head of a tiktok you saw while waiting for your sweet boyfriend.

“Daichi”

“y/n my love”

“You love me right?”

“Last time I checked yes, why?”

“If you love me and never cheated on me, you have to prove it” you say stopping to look at him in the face to show you mean business.

“Okay aaand how do I do that?” he says laughing stopping to stare back at you.

“You have to shake your ass fo-“

He turns around to rub and shake his ass on your side and turns to face you.

you stare at him with wide eyes as he laughs at your cute expression and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“You sent me the tiktok earlier but nice try my love” he says grabbing your hand and giving you a soft kiss to your lips.

You stand there in awe like

this mf doesn’t miss

not once

“When we get home maybe i’ll give you more of a show” he says pulling you along to his house.

Sugawara

widdle suga plum

“So let me make sure i’m hearing correctly”

“Okay”

“You want ME”

“Yes”

“To shake MY ASS”

“Yes”

“To prove to you i’m not cheating”

“correct “

Sugawara just stares at you, looks around for any hidden cameras in your kitchen, and then back at you. “You’re joking”

“No Koshi i’m not i’m genuinely concerned and I need this” you say bitting your lip to bite off a smile.

“but the cookies” he starts moving his hand to point at the cookies in the oven that you both were making.

“the cookies can wait this is important Koshi” you start to pout, “pwease” you give him his one weakness: the puppy eyes.

he groans. “After this you better eat my ass” you laugh at your boyfriends remark and play a random song off your phone waiting for him to bend it over and bounce that ass back when-

“KOSHI WHY ARE YOU GETTING ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER?!”

He screams back “YOU WANTED SOME ASS IM GONNA PUT ON A SHOW”

he starts very dramatic movements of his hips. You’re pretty sure Meg Thee Stallion would be appalled at the sight but you laugh until-

the Mf slips on some discarded cookie dough and falls off the counter.

“OH MY GOD KOSHI” you scream running to his side after turning off the music.

“i’m fine i’m fine” he says in a laugh.

you sigh at the relief. “I wish i had that on video” you whine into his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head. “Me too” he laughs.

“so you gonna eat my ass now?”

Asahi

As soon as you brought it up his face was just like the one in the gif.

“Shake my ass?” he says nervously

“Yes baby to prove your undying love to me “

“Are you gonna give me a little show to show YOURE undying love to ME?” he asks.

“this isn’t about me Asahi it’s about you and your ass”

Hes at practice, currently in the club room alone and is staring at your cute face through the phone.

He nervously looks around “b- Baby idk maybe later when i’m alone or when we are together i ca-“

“So what i’m hearing IS you don’t love me and you’re cheating on me”

“WHA- no no baby no i- ugh fine” he sets up his camera on the locker in the club room and starts wiggling his ass at the phone until the rest of the team starts walking in”

“WHAT ARE Y-“ you hear Nishinoya until you see your boyfriends face and the call ends.

You’re dying in a fit of laughter at the fact your big scary boyfriend got caught and is in shambles until you hear a ding from your phone.

it’s Asahi

“They’re coming for me send help i’m dying”

then another ding comes from your phone.

It’s Sugawara

“Please tell me you screen recorded that”

Safe to say Asahi will never answer your facetime calls ever again.

#tanaka x reader #tanaka imagines #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya imagines #sugawara x reader #sugawara imagines #daichi x reader #daichi imagines #asahi x reader #asahi imagines #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader

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whumpzone · 3 years

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On the idea of Rowe old master being mad if a guest was kind to Rowe when he didn't deserve it. What if one of Tommases (i blanked on spelling there) friends where nice to him and he got scared?

oh hell yeah anon YOUR MIND!!

Master Tomas was so excited to have his guest over. Rowe was sure of it. He checked himself twice, thrice, four times in the mirror, fixing stray hairs Rowe couldn’t even see, and his speech was torn between telling Rowe how lovely his guest was, and making sure Rowe didn’t mind. Rowe always told him it was fine. He knew it wasn’t his place to have an opinion anyway, and truth be told, he liked seeing Master so giddy. A happy Master was a good thing.

“I’ve told him about you,” said Master, and Rowe couldn’t help feeling a flicker of pride. “So you can meet him too and say hello. Or! You can stay in your room. We won’t mind either way.”

“I- I w-would like to meet him, Master,” Rowe hazarded.

It was the right answer. Master smiled brightly at him. “Oh, that’ll be so lovely, pal.”

Master’s friend introduced himself as Luca. He was almost Rowe’s height, maybe a wisp taller, and wore a shy smile. His dark, neat hair was held up above his temple by a pretty hair clip with a golden sun on it. When it caught the light, it shone like a lighthouse, and Rowe realised he was staring far too late.

He knelt neatly in the corner of the living room, trying not to listen as Master offered Luca a glass of wine and a slice of crusty bread. He knew how this was meant to play out. Rowe was meant to pour the wine, and serve the food, and not listen to a word because he was just a dumb Pet, and Master and his friend were meant to ignore him, if he was lucky and did a good job. But Master’s house was endlessly strange. No sooner had Master excused himself and trotted upstairs had Luca fixed his eyes on Rowe.

He settled himself on the sofa’s armrest, one leg tucked firmly under his thigh. Rowe stayed kneeling, looking up at him. Trying to give him a small smile.

“Well, R-dawg. Hahah, actually, ignore that,” he quickly said, hiding his face as he laughed. It was quite endearing, Rowe thought. He thought that maybe one day, in the future, when he could laugh, he should hide his face too. It could make him look pretty. “Tomas tells me you’re very sweet,” Luca offered, looking down at Rowe with a hint of curiosity.

Master seemed so happy with him when Rowe spoke. Rowe wanted to try, really try his best, and impress Master’s new guest. “I like- I like your h-hair pin, sir.”

“Oh, thanks,” Luca said. His voice was calm, with rounded edges. “My little sister gave me the clip, it’s just one of those snap hair pin ones. And I hot glued this little sun pendant to it. Cute, right?”

Rowe nodded, although his stomach had turned at the mention of hot glue. He didn’t even know that existed. He thought about Master using it on him when he’d been disobedient. Gluing his eyelids shut or restraints to his wrists, or just letting it drip down his stomach until he’d learnt his lesson. He wanted to shake his head, to try and focus on the now, focus on just being a normal well behaved Pet, but he couldn’t with Luca crouched right in front of him.

“You like it?” Luca asked, ignoring Rowe’s defectiveness, then dug in his pocket when Rowe nodded again. Another stab of fear flashed through him. What was he getting? Had he done something wrong?

But all that he pulled out was a similar hair pin, red and shiny. He held it up, opening it with a snap. His nails, Rowe noticed, were painted a happy mustard yellow. “Here. I think it’d suit you.”

Rowe’s fingers curled together. No, no no no. Rowe knew what happened when old master’s guests treated him nicely. Only Master could decide how and when to bestow kindness onto his Pet. Rowe hadn’t earned it! If- if Luca was nice to him, he might get bad ideas about what exactly he deserved, and how to behave, and then he wouldn’t be able to please his Master and he’d be in trouble- but would it be right to refuse him?

Rowe doubled over, putting his forehead to the floor. “P-please, sir, th-that’s very kind b-b-but I- I think only my M-Master can be- uh- be kind to m-me. I’m sorry.”

Rowe heard Luca take a breath, and braced himself, but then-

“Everything okay?” Master’s voice made Rowe freeze.

“Master! Master Tomas I didn’t- I d-d-didn’t t-take it, I know o-only you c-c-can choose to treat me with mercy, I know, I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“I was- I only offered him this hair pin,” said Luca, with a breathless laugh.

Rowe heard footsteps coming closer, and he braced himself. This lesson was one his old master had made sure Rowe never forgot.

“Come on, pal, up you get,” Master coaxed, in the same gentle voice he always used. He didn’t sound any different, but surely? Surely this was unforgiveable? Rowe lifted himself up and saw Master looking down at him with his usual soft features. Luca gave him a sad smile.

“B-But I-“

“Hey, it’s okay. You know, Luca, I think I’d like that pin,” Master said, winking at Luca. Rowe didn’t understand why his heart sank. He shouldn’t have wanted it anyway. Master took it between his thumb and index finger, then looked back to Rowe. “You know what? I actually think it’d suit you better, pal. What do you think Luca?”

“Oh yes, absolutely.”

Master gathered some of Rowe’s heavy fringe and snapped the pin on, holding it up. Rowe lightly touched it. It was nice.

“Th-thank you Master, thank you sir,” he said, and although he didn’t understand the wide smiles both men had, Rowe was sure it must mean something good.

“You’re very welcome. Shall we eat?”

tagging cause Luca might crop up again! sorry to people who have already seen this 😅

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#asks #anon #tomas and rowe #pet whump #man my T&R stuff has been fluff central lately #i will make up for that in the next official chapter i promise #also luca might be.... more than a friend...#if their night together goes well....... :')

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Gotta support my fellow melanin babes 😎✨

I was thinking Mello, L, and Matsuda with a punk gn!black S/O who tries to introduce them to their music and general way of life? 👀

DEATH NOTE BOYS WITH A PUNK! BLACK S/O

Pronouns- just you, you, and you.

MELLO

When Mello first saw you he was intrigued. He knew what punk was obviously but actually seeing someone who was punk in person was a different story. The way you carried yourself with confidence and with your individuality oozing off of you, he was a bit smitten. So he asked you out. In the long route even if you said no- he was going to ask again anyways.

After dating for sometime you thought it would be good to reallt explain to him how you were and what it truly meant. What you were for. And you were for non-conformity. You were more politically active than most and constantly stated your disagreements with media and politics today, and even with Mello basically just staring at you- there was no embarrassment or shyness in your tone. You meant what you were saying.

Over time, Mello began to slowly absorb you and your views. ‘Anti-whatever sort of system we live in’ was what he chanted after you had gone on rants about what you believed was truly right in such a system, and it was so adorable because he truly thought that was impactful. So adorable in fact that everytime he said it you stopped everything to coddle him and embrace him. And every time, you were being fooled because he did it on purpose. 1 - Mello, 0 - You.

Now your music was not something that was hard for him to get into. He enjoys seeing you headbang or move in such ways to. Maybe you were playing classic Green Day, Circle Jerks, Misfits, whatever it was there was always something that stuck with him. He enjoyed the emotion involved- he could feel angry or frustrated or just motivated in general through the music.

Sometimes he saw you checking and would honestly be so zoned out watching you. Whether your hair was in locs. Shaved on the sides, or completely shaved off there was something about watching you and your focus on your appearance. He understood that being punk wasn’t just black clothes or objecting any modern rule, of course not. It was a way to reject the political as well as social norms of the world. And Mello loves attention and standing out so he actually started buying clothes like yours too!! He’s not completely punk but he likes trying for you.

L is a complicated soul he is. When he first saw you he was honestly confused. Why did you look like that- were you angry? Why were you so stone-faced. And to be honest, it was a little scary to him. Once you noticed him you walked over and for a second he thought you were going to scold him but instead you smiled and held out your hand. “Y/n.” You said, and he felt his heart beat a bit faster. Let’s not focus on that though.

You began dating quite fast as he felt no reason to wait. So when you began dating is when he began asking his questions about why you dress like that and why tou style your hair in that way, and you had given him the simple answer.

“I’m punk.”

“....what is that.”

And it’s not that he’s dumb but he’s not all that impressive when it comes to subcultures. I mean he’s a detective- he doesn’t have to be. But since his s/o is one he’ll take it upon himself to research and check his knowledge and make sure it is also the same case with you since he learned not all punk’s have some sort of consensus.

“So you are doing this to show that you go against the way things are now? Like a silent rebellion?”

“Sure yeah.”

It’s simple talks like those that happen all the time because he constantly wants to know more about you, despite being able to ask you himself, he likes surprising you with his knowledge. However he also knows that some things he has to get specifically from you since you’re black and most punk represented in the media is classically white people- he wants to understand your perspective out of all this. Nobody else’s.

When you start playing your music he kind of shuts down? He just stares at you because he’s not too sure if he likes the music or not but he soon warms up to it. He enjoys The Clash the most, he likes most of what yoy play though.

When you talk to him about politics and your beliefs he tries to listen and tie it to his understanding of being punk as well but sometimes he can’t tell if it’s something you believe or it’s a common punk belief, not that it matters, but still.

Overall this is a learning experience he doesn’t mind learning for you. It doesn’t even affect him in a negative way so he has no reason to be against it I mean, he can still kiss you and feed you cake after work so what is the problem?

MATSUDA

Matsuda is just chilling dawg. When he sees you he is a bit flustered, he can’t lie. But he doesn’t mind it, he almost embraces it. Your whole vibe attracted him from the beginning and that was surprising because he usually wouldn’t go for punk people (he hadn’t even seen many in general if at all)

He does get the courage to ask you out after staring at you for lord knows how long, and he’s almost embarrassed at how you just smile so sweetly at him. He totally misjudged your character. Even if it wasn’t on purpose he did subconsciously think you would have a more dominant personality, but that part only truly came out when talking about what you stood for as a punk black individual. Which you did quite often.

Listen- he doesn’t mean to but when you talk about that stuff all he can think about is how attractive you are. Your face, your outfits, your stature itself was so inviting. So he DOES just start kissing you and hugging you- what about it? Not like you mind, in fact you invite it everytime, but it is kind of weird how everytime it happens this is always how it ends.

When you start bringing up trying to introduce him to what it is that you are, it isn’t to convert him but he doesn’t seem to understand that. So be bites his lip and proceeds to say,

“Ah...sorry but um..I don’t think I am fit for that- not that it isn’t cool! You’re very cool and hot and I enjoy you a lot but...I don’t think it’s for me.” He stutters with a clear blush on his cheeks and you have to laugh.

“I just wanted to show you Suda I promise.” You say and he quickly relaxes his shoulders from their hunched up position.

Matsuda is not made for punk music and it’s almost funny. He tried it- he really did. He sat there and listened for an hour but he just couldn’t get into it the way you did, and it was something you expected but that didn’t mean it wasn’t any less cute to watch him try and pretend he enjoyed it with his awkward headbops.

When you talk about politics or the current state of the world and your views it’s very little that he shares his opinions because he cannot seem to want to. I mean there you are- pouring your heart and soul into this topic- especially highlighting how frustrating it is that there is barely any black-punk rep in te media, and he give you a two sentence “I agree” response. It is never happening again is what he vowed and he kept that promise.

All in all, he loves you. He loves your appearence, the way you hold yourself, your intellence, your music, everything. How could he not? There’s no question that no matter what you tell him, he’ll listen with heart eyes and remember it 10 years later, he loves you all the much.

FIN.

Wheeewwww this was a trip and I don’t know why, anyways thank you for supporting me and I am so sorry for the wait bc you were probably waiting FOREVER- anyway I tried my best with the punk concept but it seems that there is no common consensus? So this was very vague sorry :( but thank you for requesting!!

- SS <3

#death note x reader #death note #l x reader #l x you #l x y/n #mello x you #mello x reader #matsuda x reader #l lawliet #light yagami #matsuda #touta matsuda #mello death note #mello

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belovedkingx · 4 years

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A Helping Hand | kth

» Pairing: Taehyung/Reader

» Genre: Smut, Roommate!au

» Word Count: 5.3k

— Synopsis; You and Taehyung have been friends for years and the two of you talked about everything, that was the case until you found out that he’s been keeping the biggest secret from you all this time.

Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, blowjob, deep throating, light face-fucking, fingering, praising, light orgasm denial

A/N: Dawg this was really fun. I hope you enjoy!! feel free to comment, message, whatever you want Sweets. Love you!

Masterlist | Part of the “ Sexual Encounters “ series

— posted: 8.04.2020

You sat on the couch watching a comedy, tears streamed down your face from how hard you were laughing. Once you calm down you grabbed a slice of pizza, suddenly the front door opened with your roommate and best friend, Taehyung walking through. With a deep sigh, he let his bag drop as he swung off his coat before hanging it on the coat rack.

You took one more bite of your pizza before setting the rest down in the box as he walked over to you. You watched him plop down next to you, looking stressed and tensed up. "School?" He lazily turned his head to you. "My professor hates me, I can tell by the way he talks to me and the assignments are near impossible." You grab the remote and pause the movie.

"Yeah, I hear you." Taehyung lifted his head and looked straight at you. "Oh come on, you get excited to go to school so you can see your professor." You wrap the blanket around your shoulders as you speak. "Um that’s Nat, not me.” You said slightly offended that he didn’t remember. “And yes my professor may be hot but I can’t stand him, he's a dickhead, one time he gave us a small time limit for an assignment and I didn't sleep for like 3 days."

"Sleep, I barely have time for that, as soon as break starts I'm gonna go into hibernation." You patted his leg in a 'cheer up' way before standing up to the kitchen. "And how dare you get yourself a pizza and not me, I thought we were best friends." You rolled your eyes, placing your box on the counter then walking back in the living room.

"Firstly, Why so dramatic, secondly as a best friend should, I got you your favorite, nasty ass pineapple pizza." You placed the box in front of him, on the table. He looks up to you with delight before opening the pizza box, grabbing a slice. "Just because you got this for me I'll let what you said about this wonderful piece of creation slide."

You shook your head as you walked back into the kitchen, laughing at how silly he could be. As you grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge you realized that Taehyung had been stressed and tense for a little while now, and you don't think it's just from school. "Hey Tae." He hummed in response as you slowly made your way back, taking a quick drink of water. "When's the last time you got laid?" You see him choke upon hearing your question.

He slowly turned his head towards you with wide eyes, you were slightly surprised to see him so shocked at a question like that. He should be used to your boldness on the topic of sex by now. "Jesus Y/n, what does that have to do with what we were just talking about?" You sit back in your spot on the couch next to him, leaning back with your legs crossed. "Everything, You've been so stressed out lately and I think you need a way to relieve that stress."

"There are other ways of relieving stress than sex, you know." He said, avoiding eye contact, which you found weird but didn't pay to much attention to. "Yeah, but that's the best way and most fun, in my opinion." As you sat there it dawned on you that in the seven years you've been friends with him he's never once talked about his sex life.

"I just realized that you know everything about my sex life and I know nothing about yours." You said with your head laid back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I mean you know everything, things I would have never told you if I wasn't drunk that one time." You hear Taehyung snicker at your words. "That one time? I vividly remember it happening on multiple occasions." You lift your head, giving him the death glare.

"Anyway, tell me one thing." He looks at you as if he's unsure of what to say. "There's really nothing to tell." He states as he shifts in his seat. "Come on Tae, what about your first time or your favorite... position?" You raised your eyebrows up and down at the last part, earning a soft chuckle and an eye roll from him. "As I said, there's nothing to tell."

You were so confused as to why he wasn’t telling you anything. Was he shy about it or did he not want you to know, whatever the case may be, you decided not to push any further until it hit you. ”Wait, you’re not saying what I think you’re saying?” He gave you an unreadable expression before taking a bite out of his pizza.

“What do you think I’m saying?” You’ve always hated when people would answer your question with a question to avoid actually answering the question, and that was exactly what he was doing. “Surely your not a virgin, right?” He shrugs his shoulder and that was all you needed to finally understand what he meant by ‘There’s nothing to tell’.

"Oh wow," So many questions were rushing through your mind, you had a hard time choosing what to ask. You stared at him for what felt like forever before speaking. "Why haven't you done it yet?" He plops the rest of his pizza in the box, closing it then dusting off his hands. "It just never felt right with any of the girls I've been with."

He finally looks at you, resting his arm on the head of the couch. "Well except one but I found out she was cheating on me so I ended it before anything happened between us." As you listened you shook your head, baffled that all this time you never knew.

"I'm disappointed in you." You weren't really mad at him but you did feel a bit salty that every time sex came up he never once thought to mention it to you then. "Why?"

"Because we've been friends for so long and you never told me." He rolls his eyes at you, thinking you were the dramatic one. "I didn't think it mattered but how was I suppose to bring it up, yeah my trip to Iceland was amazing, by the way, I'm a virgin." He explained. "When did you go to Iceland?"

"It was just for an example." He chuckled at your obliviousness.

"Oh, anyway I just wished you had told me maybe I could've helped you lose your virginity."

"Help me, how?" Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, he was thinking of something X-rated then again he always had when it came to you, it was kinda hard not to when you would drunkenly tell him that you've always wanted to try anal or that you have a choking kink in your seductive voice. But he was surprised because he thought you were suggesting something that only happened in his dreams.

"I could've found you a girl cause I'm quite good at that." Feeling relieved, he let go of his breath he didn't know he was holding yet at the same time he felt a little disappointed that he was wrong. "Wait, do you even want to lose your v-card?"

"Of course I do, but I don't think it's gonna happen anytime soon cause I don't want to be in a relationship, and I definitely don't want my first time to be with a stranger." Silence filled the room as you took a moment, thinking. You saw an opportunity to help a fellow late bloomer and you weren't giving that up. Taehyung saw that look in your eyes that told him you had something up your sleeves.

"What are you plotting over there?" You sat up straight, turning your body more towards him. "Okay, what if I found you a girl that you knew who also didn't want to be in a relationship." He raises an eyebrow at you but you continued. "Would you at least talk to her to see where things go?"

"Cause I have a few girls in mind that you know or have met at some point." Taehyung sat there, thinking. When would he ever get the kind of chance again, he's intrigued yet worried about your choice of girls. "I mean... I guess." You weren't expecting him to agree at all let alone so quickly but you sure weren't complaining.

"Really?" He nods his head, seeing how excited you were about all of this. "I Just want to know one thing." He said facing you more before continuing. "Why do you want to do this for me so much?" You took a moment to think about his question. It’s not that it was hard to answer, you were just thinking about how to word your response.

"Because I know what it's like to have a not-so-great first time, so I want to give you a 50/50 chance of having an amazing first, that's all." Taehyung nods his head, understanding. "So, how are we doing this?" You rose from the couch in excitement, walking back and forth. "I'm gonna throw some names your way and you'll tell me your thoughts."

He hummed in agreement before he grabbed his piece of pizza, taking a bite. "Okay, what about Josie?" He furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. "You mean the girl whos rumored to have an std, umm no thanks." You raised your eyebrows, surprised. "Oh, I had no idea, well she off the list." Considering his other options, you paced back and forth with your arms crossed over your chest.

"What about Seoyeon? you two seem pretty close." You asked, stopping directly in front of the TV to see taehyung chuckle. "Yeah, we're close but she's not really into males."

"Nora?" With slightly squinted eyes, taehyung glared at you with an annoyed expression. "The one with a crazy brother?" It took you a moment to realized that she was indeed the one with the possessive and overbearing older sibling. When you first met Nora, her brother basically interrogated you about your intentions with her.

As pretty as girls are, you're just not into them that way. "Damn, that's a shame, she's such a sweet girl but maybe too innocent anyways." You started thinking harder because you were running out of girls, you just needed to pick someone who knows what they're doing. "What about Harin, and don't tell me that there is something wrong with her."

Taehyung looked at you with a slight smile, seeing you preparing for the worst. "No, there's nothing wrong with her." You signed in relief, finally ready for the next step until taehyung added. "Though she does have a boyfriend." You stared at him for a brief moment before closing your eyes out of frustration. You were also confused that you were unaware of any of this about the girls you mentioned.

"How does she have a boyfriend already when she was single the last time I talked to her." It was more of a statement than a question. "Well, I tried, everyone else I know is taken or is a guy," Taehyung commented, saying that it was okay but that was the only thing you caught before your mind wandered elsewhere. You had an idea but you weren't sure if you should bring it up with him.

As you were contemplating on what to do, Taehyung noticed your intense concentrated face as if you were thinking, instead of listening to him. "Hey!" You slightly jumped from the sudden pitch of his voice. "What has you over there thinking so hard?" You shook your head, still unsure about telling him until he insists you do. "Well, I was just thinking that there is one more person that I didn't mention."

"Oh, really who?" Taehyung seemed to be getting more into this with every minute that passed. "You've met her in fact, you know her very well." You realized there would be no going back once you told him, and you decided you were a hundred percent okay with that. "She's honestly the perfect person, she'll make sure your first time is amazing." You said, avoiding his question. Even though you’re okay with this idea you weren’t sure if he would be.

"You know, you still haven't told me who this girl is." He stared at you, noticing that you acting slightly out of character. "Right." You tried thinking about what else to say before revealing the girl, but nothing came to mind. "It's me." You said meekly before realizing you should just rip it off like a bandaid. "Who?" Taehyung slightly tilted his head forward, not hearing what you said.

"Me, it's me." Taehyung stared for what felt like hours before trying to create a sentence, but all he did was stutter. He wasn't sure if this was real or a joke, his thoughts were all over the place. "Are you serious?" You nodded your head, waiting for him to process what was happening.

Taehyung knew you weren't the type to pull pranks but there were times you got an itch in your ass to do so. Though he wasn't getting the feeling that this was one of those times. "So you're saying that you want to be my first, even though we're friends?" He said with his head slightly tilted, trying to catch any signs of this being a prank.

"Yes, plus you and I have been through things that most friends can't come back from." You started to feel calmer the more you talked. "We've seen each other naked, we're roommates so it was bound to happen." Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, he remembered seeing you naked on a few occasions. But he’s wondering when you saw him in his birthday suit.

"When did you see me naked?" You chuckled, thinking back on that night. "All I did was get a glass of water and the next thing I know, you're running full speed out of the bathroom to your room, wet and completely naked." He laughed, slightly embarrassed but shakes it off.

"Oh, that night I forgot my towel in my room." You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. "I figured, anyway, I'm just saying that I'm confident that something like this wouldn’t hurt our friendship." Taehyung couldn't believe this was happening, he's used to your bold nature but this took the cake. He can't even count how many times he's fantasized about you, despite being best friends. He's a man and he knows he would be dumb not to think your hot.

"But it was just an idea, that's all." You could see the wheels turning in his head and before you could say anything else he speaks, surprising you. "Okay, I'm down." You blinked a couple of times, shooked that he didn't waste any time making up his mind. "Really?" Taehyung scooted closer to the edge of the couch as he nods his head. "Yeah, why does that surprise you?"

"I just didn't think you would come to a decision so quickly, let alone say that you wanted to." You stand up, walking over to sit next to him. "I didn't need much time to think about it." He leans back on the couch, giving you a look you've never seen on him. "You're right, you are the perfect person, I trust you and as much as you talk about sex with me I'm sure it won't be awkward during, or after for us."

"And if I'm being honest, I've had some not-so-friend like thoughts about you." You gave him a surprised smile, propping your elbow on the head of the couch. "I mean, even though we're friends, you're still a woman, a sexy one at that." You honestly didn't think that this would be happening, but you sure weren't complaining. "Okay, but if we do this you have to promise me one thing."

"What?" You lean up, swinging your leg over his lap and straddling him. "Try not to fall in love with me." He chuckles as his hands travel up your thighs to your waist. “Funny, I was gonna tell you the same thing.” He softly tugs on the hem of you, signaling you to come closer. He softly gripped the back of your neck with his right hand, as his other hand slides under your shirt.

You placed an arm behind his head, resting it on the couch as you gave him a soft kiss on the lips. You just wanted to see how he would respond in case he wasn't really into this but sure enough, he proves with his actions that he's more than into it. He pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it without a care to where it landed.

With every moment that passed, you could feel the tingling sensation between your thighs intensify, you've seen him shirtless countless times and never has your body reacted to him this way before. He reaches for the buttons on your black Blouse, undoing them and revealing your bare breasts. As he slides your shirt down and off your arms, you capture his lips in a kiss much deeper than before and driven by pure lust.

You slowly start to move your hips against his groin as his hands roamed your body, making him moan into the kiss. As you tried to unzip his pants he flips you over onto the couch, hovering over you. "What are you doing? this is about you." You said covering your breast, uncharacteristically insecure about your body.

"Are you always this shy when you're with a man." Somehow his voice got deeper than usual. "No." You weren't sure why you were acting this way, maybe it's that you've never been this intimate with him like this before. "Well, don't start now." He gripped your wrists, pulling them away from your chest. Leaning down while keeping eye contact with you, he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue slowly and gently around your nipple.

Making you unintentionally moan, arching your back. You weren't one to gain pleasure from having your breasts played with, but having Taehyung's mouth and hands on them is a blissful feeling that you didn't want to end. He releases you with a pop then trails his tongue down to your abdomen, once he makes it to your jeans he tugs at them with his teeth before letting go and leaning up.

You unzipped your jeans then lifted your hips, making it easy for him to pull them off of you. Once he rid you of your pants he spread your legs, positioning himself between them. You've known Taehyung for a long time and never once have you seen this side of him, the dark and dominant energy he's exuding. You didn't think he was capable of being a dom but you're pleasantly surprised.

He softly grips your jaw, turning your head to have better access to your neck. Leaving kisses and red marks on your skin, he takes his time rubbing and caressing your body as his hand travels down to where you want him most. Just gliding his fingertips across the curve of your breast, to the softness of your skin right above your navel.

Your breathing became deep and heavy as the anticipation grew, you knew what he was doing. Suddenly you bit down on your lip, suppressing a moan as your panties were no longer the thing between his hand and your clit. Gently he rubs his middle and ring finger in circles around your sensitive bud, you couldn't believe you were about to get loud just from a simple touch.

He continues to kiss and suck on your neck while you started to rock your hip against his hand. "Needy are we?" He whispers in your ear, making you blush and feel somewhat wanting to submit to him. Yet it wasn't in your nature to submit so easily, they need to earn your submission because if not you'll be the one in charge, and Taehyung knows that.

He slowly leans his head up just enough so that his face was inches from yours, and with a glint in his eyes and a devilish smile you knew he was enjoying this, Teasing was his game. He slipped two fingers in your warm and inviting hole, that moan you tried so desperately to hold escaped your lips so easily, so smooth like silk.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out, easing you into the sudden sensation. "That's it, babygirl." He praised in between each kiss to your neck. "You're taking my fingers so well." Your nails gradually dig into his back as he sped up his pace. Taehyung was in pure bliss by your moaning and having you underneath him was something that was always a fantasy for him.

He felt you tighten around his fingers, and he knew you were close which boosted his ego, since it hadn't been that long from when he started and you were seconds from cumming. Once again he leaned up, kneeling as he gazed at you through hooded eyes, watching you come undone on his fingers. You gripped the pillow behind your head tightly, pressing your head into it. "Ahh!!, f-fuckk." The word spilled from your lips as your body trembled from the intensity.

Once you relaxed your body, letting your heartbeat slow down you looked up at Taehyung, who was waiting patiently for you to catch your breath. "I thought you were a virgin?" Taehyung leans his body down, pressed up against yours. He taps your leg, signaling you to wrap them around him before lifting you from the couch as he stands up.

"Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't know how to make you cum on my fingers." He spoke into your ear, causing a wave of heat to rush through your body. Once he carried you to his room he laid you down on his bed, you surprised him by flipping him over as he did with you. You kissed down his neck, down his chest to his abdomen until you reached his pants.

You stepped off the bed completely, kneeling between his legs as he slid out of his pants, leaving himself in his underwear. You rubbed your hands up and down his thighs before rubbing your hand over his fully harden length. He props himself up on his forearms, watching you grab the waistband of his boxers and pulling down, revealing his member. "Fuck," He curses softly under his breath, feeling your hand wrapped around him.

You begin to stroke slowly before putting your lips around his tip and circling your tongue, receiving a low airy moan. After a little bit of teasing, you wrapped your mouth around him, taking in every inch of him before bobbing your head up and down. Taehyung threw his head back in pleasure, squeezing his hands tightly together, trying hard not to buck up yet failed. Slowly, he thrust his hips in time with your movements.

He gradually sped up his pace, but not wanting to hurt you he made sure not to go too deep. You were pleased to know you were doing a good job but you could tell he was worried about you instead of just enjoying the feeling. You placed your hands on his hips to stop him, he immediately thought he did something wrong but before he could question you, you slowly sunk down until you felt him hit the back of your throat.

You stay there for a moment before bobbing your head up and down once again. He let out curses and moans with his eyes shut tightly. "Ahh fuck, Right there! Don’t stop!" You wanted to see him cum but just not yet. You could tell he was close so you gave him one more suck before completely stopping and releasing him from your mouth. When he opened his eyes he looked so fucked out, but you could also see how pissed he was.

"Why did you stop?" You looked up at him, licking a stripe up his cock from the base to the tip then licking your lips before speaking. "See, I'm not as nice as you are, so if you want to cum you need to work for it." You said with a smirk spread across your lips. "Oh okay, I see how you want to play this." Taehyung leans up off his forearms, he grips your chin and lightly taps you, beckoning you to stand up with him.

He leans his head down to your neck, placing light and delicate kisses while sliding his cock between your folds, thrusting up against your clit in a teasing manner. You throw your head back slightly, letting a moan slip through your lips but after a moment he suddenly ceased his actions and spoke into your ear. "Just remember." He pauses as he pulls back, looking into your eyes before smiling devilishly. "You started this." He immediately picked you up and threw you on the bed.

Not only surprised at his sudden actions but also his strength, you squealed before feeling the softness of his bed against your naked skin. As you lay there with your knees bent, he slowly climbed on the bed, placing his hands on your knees, spreading them. "This time I wanna hear you moan loud." He leans his body down between your legs as he runs his hand down your thigh. "I don't want you holding it in, You understand me?" His voice was low and sweet as honey, yet held pure dominance.

He slides his hand up your abdomen and between the valley of your breasts before circling your left breast, caressing it. He hovers his lips over yours, waiting for you to respond. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Yes." He lightly bites his bottom lip, smirking as he lined himself up with your entrance, slowly inching his length in. "F-Fuck." You faltered, gripping him tighter. Once he was fully inside he slowly pulled out before sliding back in.

The slow pace was killing you, but you figured since it was his first time he would want to take it slow. That was until he looked into your eyes with a devilish grin, he was enjoying teasing you. His words rang in your head 'Just remember... you started this.' You couldn’t stand it, you just wanted to feel his hands grip you tightly as he fucks you. Before you could ask or beg, he pulled out to slam back in, setting a fast pace.

As you gripped the sheets letting out aloud whimper, Taehyung's head dropped to your neck as he let out a groan of pleasure. "Oh, fucking hell." He says before kissing your neck as he bucked his hips. Your left hand traveled up to his head, gripping on to his hair as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "Ahh fuck, r-right there." You cried out.

Taehyung slightly leans up and grabs your arms one by one, pinning them above your head with one hand. Feeling a bit embarrassed, you turn your head away but Taehyung gingerly grips your chin making you face him. "Don't get shy on me now." He softly kisses you as he fucks you mercilessly. With his free hand, he grasps your breast, rubbing and pinching your nipple causing you to clench around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good.” Taehyung groaned with half-lidded eyes. You could feel your orgasm coming again, with closed eyes you whined out. As soon as you were about to cum he pulled out of you completely. You look up at him, confused until he grinned. You looked at him pissed cause you knew what he was doing. "Remember, you started this." He winked at you before releasing your wrists and leaning down to suck neck.

Suddenly he freezes, feeling extremely horny then he ever thought he could get as you whisper in his ear. "If you make me cum, I swear I'll be a good girl for you, Daddy." He looked down at you with lust-filled eyes, he couldn't take it anymore he needed you now. Between teasing you, which in turn was a tease to himself, and you calling him daddy he knew he wouldn't last long. It had his cock twitching with excitement just thinking about it.

With his hand around his cock, he rubs his tip around your entrance before sliding back in. He started at a slow pace but that didn't last long before he bucked his hips, speeding up. With each thrust he would get deeper, burying himself inside of you. You let out a moan from the way his cock stretched you out.

"You’re taking my cock so well, baby." He purred from above you, leaning down to press a kiss on your neck as his hips worked roughly. You whined and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to grab onto something, screwing your eyes shut. His cock dragged against your walls heavily and you gasped for air every time he hit that sweet spot of yours.

You started to moan louder and clench around him tighter, indicating that you were close to cumming. “You want to cum?" You nodded, eyes locked with his. “Yeah, baby? You want to cum all over my cock?” He asked with a strong thrust following, making you scream in pleasure. “Yes, I want to cum on your cock.” With that he pressed on your legs, spreading them wider as he repeatedly pounded into you, burying himself even deeper.

"Then cum for me.” He urges. Within seconds, not only did he make you cum, he timed it right so that you'd cum together. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moaning out as your body shook from the intensity. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He repeatedly chanted as he came deep inside of you. He slowed his thrusts until he completely stopped, he stayed inside in you for a moment while planting kisses on your lips and neck. Both of you breathed heavily as he looked down at your fucked out face.

“That was intense.” He sings, tiredly. Taehyung starts to push himself up but suddenly he stops, looking down at you. "What is it?" You had your hands wrapped around his arms to prevent him from moving. "Can we stay here for a moment?" His eyes slightly widen for the briefest of moments before smiling down at you. He hops next to you, laying down before wrapping his arms around you, allowing you to lay your head on his chest. "You know, I'm glad that my first time was with you."

He admitted, caressing your head while brushing strands of hair out of your face. "Yeah?" You asked in a low tone. "Of course, I trust you completely and I'm incredibly lucky to have you in my life." Silence took over the room for a moment before you lifted your head, looking up at your best friend. "You sure do have a way with words." A faint smile sat upon your pink lips as you watched him smirk and shrug his shoulders at your comment.

"So, how was I?" You rolled your eyes, not wanting to boost his ego any more than it was, but you couldn't lie about his skills even if you wanted to. "I mean... you know... you have." You stopped babbling and decided to ask a question that was just to avoid his question. "Are you should you're a virgin?" He chuckles as he combs his fingers through his hair. He knew what your question meant and didn't push any further. "Well, certainly not anymore."

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robinsarm · 3 years

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Just a Little Anxiety Before you Leave

I’ve unfortunately allowed one of my in game habits to fester and it’s now become a short, one off fic for the Zarina x Deathslinger ship. Enjoy :)

(Word count: ~2400)

(Some mature topics included)

There were times Zarina could get along with the killer she’d arrived with, The Deathslinger. He may have been very rough around the edges and you needed a pickaxe to break through his cold and unforgiving demeanor. But, Zarina had done that on many occasions before. However, right now, Slinger was getting on the girl’s nerves.

She’d been left on the dusty ground of Dead Dawg Saloon for the fifth time now. It wasn’t anyone’s outright fault, the killer just didn’t seem to want to hook her past the first time a few minutes into the trial. She’d had the foresight to bring a loadout that countered such strategies, but it only worked as long as her teammates were feeling altruistic.

They weren’t...not this trial at least.

Yui was busy keeping Slinger’s attention, Nancy was making sure not a totem was left in the small town, and Quentin...well, Quentin had fallen asleep. The killer got tired of hearing those unrelenting crows circle over the boy, so he’d been killed off quickly.

As Yui was placed onto her second hook of the trial, Nancy finally made it to Zarina who’d been crawling towards her the entire time.

“Sorry,” Nancy tried to apologize, but Zarina didn’t stay to hear her out. She turned on her heels and sprinted towards the old saloon. There was a chest out back she wanted to search and, hopefully, get a med kit. However, before she could even pass the killer shack, Nancy screamed, having been speared by the relentless bounty hunter.

Zarina let her head fall back in defeat; why did it always seem like she had to babysit the entire trial? Rolling her eyes, Zarina took a right instead of her intended left and quickly hobbled back towards the water tower. Yui was hooked right behind the dilapidated buildings lining a majority of the town. By the time Zarina got there, the poor girl looked like she’d been beaten to an inch of her life.

“I got you-”

“Don’t!” Yui interrupted her, shocking Zarina into stepping back.

“What? Why?” Zarina asked quickly and instinctively looked down at her feet.

“Nancy’s on death hook,” Yui said with a struggle, right as their last teammate was stabbed to the ground. “One of us is going to make it out. Just take it,” she added, referring to the hatch.

“Why don’t you take it? You can run him better than I can,” Zarina protested, raising her arms to either side of Yui’s torso.

Yui shook her head, her fight with the Entity swiftly coming to a close. “I’m done with this trial.” Her grip on the Entity’s claws began to slip. In a panic, Yui shouted, “There’s a med kit in the basement,” before the Entity plunged it’s finger-like claws into her body and hoisted her into the sky.

Zarina couldn’t stand watching that part of the sacrifice. She’d seen it plenty but it still didn’t get any easier. She wiped Yui’s blood from her face and neck before beginning the search for healing anew. Nancy was hooked not five seconds later; now Zarina was in a rush.

Thankfully, the killer didn’t immediately come for her, so Zarina made it to the basement before ever catching sight of the cowboy. Yui was correct, in the chest was a completely unused Emergency med kit. For a moment, Zarina wondered if Quentin had searched the chest but left the kit for someone else. Like the thousands of times before, Zarina unpacked the kit and used it effortlessly on herself until there wasn’t a wound left bothering her.

Leaving the med kit behind, Zarina bolted from the basement, knowing her time was limited. Find the hatch, that was her only objective at this point. As she left the basement, a feint but noticeable ringing buzzed in her eardrums. She knew what that noise was and already knew it was too late.

In less than a second, the killer shot his gun sending the precisely aimed spear directly into her right side. Not only was she primed to lose another health state, but she quickly realized she was about to lose them both. That spear hit sent a wave of nausea through her system, her skin erupted with goosebumps and she gained the overwhelming thought that she was going to die.

She was exposed.

Zarina yanked on the spear, trying to pull it loose, meanwhile glaring at the killer. “You brought the coin, you fuck!” she screamed at him as he pulled her closer.

“You’re only figurin’ this now?” he yelled back, then laughed as he slashed her to the floor.

Going from fully healthy to dying on the ground was something Zarina hated worse than anything. That action usually broke bones or tore major arteries. It hurt worse than anything Zarina had ever experienced, so she avoided it no matter the cost. But now, she was back on the ground - back to where she started. Now, she was bordering on hating this man.

“Can’t you just-” Zarina paused to spit out a glob of blood out from the back of her throat- “kill me?”

The Deathslinger chuckled whilst reloading his weapon. “Now why would I do that?”

“Fuck you, Quinn,” Zarina hissed as he got closer.

“Oh,” Slinger cooed. “Big words coming from the person who takes them literally.” The killer had dropped low, practically down to Zarina’s level to give her that comeback. He was so close she could feel him breathing on her neck. She knew what he was doing. He’d toyed with her before. She wasn’t going to give him any sort of satisfaction this time, however. She remained stone-faced, staring straight out into the small, desert town, all the while trying to ignore him and the heat flushing her cheeks.

Slinger laughed again when she didn’t responded then resumed his position, towering over her. “Quit bein’ so stoic. You’re missin’ your escape.”

“My escape?” Zarina questioned in her head then gave the killer a narrow stare.

Slinger was still smiling, but he was shifting his gaze between her and something off down the road. Zarina considered the circumstance then pulled herself forward into the dusty road. Turning her head was all she needed to do to see it - the hatch. Down towards the center of town, the metal square seeping black fog mocked her from its impossibly far distance. She gave Slinger another look, this time with more spite behind it.

“Well go on then,” he joked. “I haven’t been pickin’ you up, have I?” With that, the killer walked a few paces in front of her, then turned around and waited for her.

Zarina wanted to scream, maybe even throw a fit and call him a few choice words that would really get her killed. Instead, she lamented, took a long painful breath, and began the crawl.

Right off the bat, the gravel scraping her ribcage and stabbing into her open wounds was enough to make her want to quit. Mixing that with Deathslinger’s added nervous ticks as he waited “patiently” only made her more irritated. The man wouldn’t know how to keep still if his life was on the line. He paced, he tapped his good foot, he inspected his gun and even began cleaning it in a few spots. It was the comments that slowly picked at Zarina.

“Damn your slow for a young one,” or “I think my mum, 6 feet under, might beat ya to it.”

The only thing that kept her going was the fact that she’d brought Tenacity. The distance between her and Slinger and the hatch were all closing fast. If she had to endure this harassing torture at normal crawling speeds, Zarina would have just given up.

As Zarina passed the stagnant killer, she let herself wonder if he was actually letting her go. But, like the godly timing this killer always seemed to have, Slinger smothered that thought as she heard the spurs of his boots clinking towards her. She stopped just as Slinger stepped over her, now standing with a boot on either side of her ribcage.

“What?” she grumbled as she tried to look back up at him.

“You’re goin’ a bit faster than usual. Remind me what you’re runnin,” Slinger asked with a tone in his voice Zarina didn’t like. He was tormenting her and now she was wishing she hadn’t used her Unbreakable earlier in the trial.

“Tenacity,” she answered begrudgingly.

“Ah, that’s right. How ‘bout we slow ’r down a bit,” Slinger insisted more than asked.

Zarina almost immediately ignored him and continued crawling; it was an action she instantly regretted when Slinger prodded his spurs into her sides. She yelped and tried rolling away only to be stopped by Slinger’s other leg.

“Slow it down,” Slinger repeated more firmly this time, then resumed his normal stance.

The list of things Zarina wanted to call Slinger at this point had reached an extended scrolls length. She was so fed up and just wanted to go back to the campfire. She could rant and rave there about how annoying he and this entire trial had been. Most likely she was just going to sleep her anger away like she always did. Sleep sounded intoxicating at that moment, so Zarina focused on that.

The survivor made a conscious effort not to move too quickly. She’d start a crawl then stop, making sure no part of her was about to run into the knives that were Slinger’s spurs. As she crawled, Slinger stepped up with her, slow and steady. That’s how they moved for what felt like minutes. She crawls an inch, he steps forward, she crawls a few more inches, he steps forward again. Zarina hated it.

Eventually, Zarina ignored the killer entirely and focused on only two things: the rhythm and the heavenly whistle of the hatch not 10 meters away from her. She counted the meters the best she could. 9...8...7. With each passing moment, Zarina’s heart pounded harder and harder with excitement, with hope. Adrenaline was surging through her veins, making her shaky. Once she was close enough, Zarina forgot all about the killer above her and resumed crawling at her faster pace.

Another mistake she was quickly corrected on.

“Now what did I tell ya!” Slinger reprimanded as he reached down and grabbed her shirt.

“No! Wait,” Zarina screamed.

She was so close. If she reached out she’d be able to touch the edge of the metal escape. Just one more second and she’d be gone.

“You messed up Kassir. Shoulda listened,” the killer taunted as he slugged her effortlessly onto his shoulder.

Tears welled in Zarina’s eyes. Another death. After all that torment, she’d let herself believe that he was going to let her have it. She felt embarrassed and humiliated. For once, she let herself cry. Instead of wiggling at a chance for freedom, she gripped onto the back of his coat and held on for dear life.

“Caleb, please,” she begged with a shaky voice. “I’m sorry, please. I’m sorry.”

The killer stopped in his tracks and gripped onto Zarina’s shirt tighter. “I ain’t fallin’ for your crocodile tears-”

“I’m not faking!” She screamed as more tears leapt from her eyes.

“Okay, okay,” Slinger lamented softly. He was hearing the emotion in her voice now. Setting his weapon against the shack wall, Slinger used both hands to gently slide the survivor off his shoulder. Zarina didn’t get far before she latched onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and hugging his throat like she’d fall off if she didn’t.

“Love, I was only playin’,” Slinger said, trying his best to calm the girl that was glued to his torso. “I was gonna give ya’ the damn hatch.”

Zarina didn’t try to make any additional comments. She was currently focused on keeping herself quiet. She may have felt like an absolute hot mess but she didn’t want to irritate the man any further with her sniffling and lack of control over her emotions.

Slinger, trying his absolute best, gently patted Zarina on the back while he paced around the area. Eventually, he figured she needed support, and he needed a bit of weight off his lungs, so Slinger lifted her up under her thighs. All Zarina could offer in return was a small apology that barely escaped her throat without cracking.

“I really get you this wired?” Slinger asked genuinely as he walked over to the windowsill of the shack to lean against it.

“No, I just-” Zarina cut herself short, feeling her throat about to give out again.

“Settle, love,” Slinger whispered and gently kissed her shoulder. “Breathe for a minute.”

“ ‘m sorry,” she mumbled into his coat.

“Quit your apologizin’. You didn’t do nothin’,” Slinger said. “Shoot your shit when you’re calm enough.”

A man of many words this one wasn’t, but Zarina liked that. Slinger was always straight to the point, sometimes being a little harsh, but she could take it. She’d be a pretty bad journalist if she couldn’t handle a few expletives.

Eventually, the survivor got around to calming her mild panic attack. At the first sign of her settling down, Slinger questioned again if she needed to speak her mind. There wasn’t much Zarina could say that she hadn’t already vented to him about before. So, she just shook her head and feigned exhaustion before trying to remove herself from the killer’s arms.

“I don’t give a shit how tired you are,” Slinger told her flatly. He kept her fixed to his chest then began the short walk back to hatch. “When you get back to your friends, bring your ass right on back here.”

Zarina raised an eyebrow even though he couldn’t see it. “What do you have here that I’d want?” she asked, playing along.

Slinger shrugged. “Quiet night. Apology whiskey. Maybe some make-up sex.”

Heat rushed to Zarina’s face again as she tried to stifle an excited laugh. “Whiskey’s fine.”

“And so are you,” Slinger quickly added before safely dropping her at the foot of the hatch. “Now hurry on and get your ass on back here.”

Zarina laughed for a moment before her wounds reminded her that she’d better get going. “Thank you, Caleb,” she said softly before dropping into the cool darkness of her escape, fully intending on returning to the blazing heat of that old western town.

#the deathslinger #zarina kassir #dbd #I fully intended on making this short #then it turned into 6 pages #dead by daylight #caleb quinn

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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Idiot (Affectionate) ~ A Bad Samaritan Fic

CHAPTER FIVE: US

Pairing: Derek Sandoval x (fem)Reader Word Count: 2868 Rating: T - canon-typical language, reference to Stephen King A/N: The adorable, fluffy early part of a relationship is hard to write, y’all. Especially first dates.

Previous Chapter | Masterlist

“So...you and Derek…” Riley began after you had both placed your orders and found a table.

“What? What about Derek and me? There isn’t a ‘me and Derek,’” you said in a rush. Except that there was, now, and you weren’t sure why you were denying it.

“That’s my point! You’d be good together.”

“Would we?” you asked skeptically.

A voice nagged at the back of your mind, lecturing you about how you knew that already, how of course you were good together, you were more than good, you were perfect foils. You liked bickering and bantering with him, and watching scifi together, and doing terrible impressions of people you both knew, and just talking and being near him. You weren't sure what had happened earlier, but you knew you wanted it to happen again. And that you wanted...to curl up on your couch with your knees tucked up under you and your head on his chest while his arm wrapped around you and held you close, or sit across from him at a restaurant and steal his fries, or make pancakes with him on a Sunday morning in your pajamas (never mind that you'd have to learn how first, for Derek you'd figure it out). You were sure you wanted all of those cute, romantic companionship things, with Derek. So why were you still pretending otherwise?

“Sure. He’s not my type, and he can be a little annoying sometimes, but he makes it work, in his own way.”

Your conversation was momentarily interrupted by your drinks and snacks being brought over. It was just enough time for you to come to a decision.

“You’re really selling him,” you joked, hiding a smile behind your scone. “I’m so convinced.”

“Come on, Y/N. Give him a chance. He might surprise you.”

“Riley, listen. I appreciate what you’re trying to do here, setting me up with Derek, but you are wasting your breath...”

“Why? Give me one good reason not to go out to dinner with him.”

“He hasn’t asked me to?” you squinted your eyes and tilted your head in question.

She sighed. “Okay, you’re right. Hypothetically though, if he did ask, and assuming you both had the night off, and—”

“Riley, can you slow down for a second?” you couldn’t help but laugh as you cut off what was likely to be quite the spiel. After all, she was a business major, and they loved their hypotheticals almost as much as lawyers.

She stopped, or at least paused, and picked up her coffee cup, looking at you expectantly.

“You’re wasting your breath not because my answer would be no, but because...well..he and I sort of...already...hooked up? About,” you checked the clock on your phone, “an hour ago.”

She choked, only just avoiding spraying her latte over you. “What?!”

“Well I mean, not hooked up, hooked up. But there was a lot of kissing, and other stuff. And not a lot of clothes. It probably maybe might have actually ended up as hooked up, hooked up if you hadn’t called,” you grimaced as you tried to explain. “But you cannot tell Sean any of this.”

“Why not?”

You chewed on your lip. “Because it just happened. And I don’t know if it was a one-off, heat-of-the-moment thing. So I don’t want him to know anything until there’s something worth knowing. If there’s something worth telling, he’ll probably end up one of the first to know anyway.”

“Okay, I might let you have that,” she smirked, leaning in. “So tell me more: What’s ‘other stuff’? How few clothes are we talking? How’d it happen? Was it good?”

Your cheeks felt hot with embarrassment as you laughed awkwardly and focused your attention on your drink as a distraction.

“You’re never gonna believe this, dawg,” Derek said, blowing a puff of smoke up into the air. “So I was over at Y/N’s, and we were hangin out, and we started arguing, right?”

“Because that comes as a shock to anyone,” Sean answered, rolling his eyes and taking a long drag before passing the joint back.

“No, no, no, man. That’s not the surprising thing. We’re arguing and all up in each other’s face and then, out of nowhere, she kisses me!” Derek’s grin was wide and a little bit awed as he spoke, forgetting to take another hit.

There was genuine shock on Sean’s face and he seemed at a loss for words, blinking owlishly at his best friend.

“So anyway, there I am, there we are because the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen - no offense to Riley man - is kissing me, so obviously I kissed her back. She didn't taste like I thought she would, apples or somethin, like she always smells, but I guess that's her hair or something, it was…” Derek trailed off for a second, trying to think of exactly how he wanted to describe the taste of kissing her, and then he snapped his fingers, carrying on, “candy canes. Those ones with the extra purple stripe that kinda taste like berries.”

He ignored Sean saying his name, trying to capture his attention and carried on.

“Then, it's not just kissing. Cus she's laying back onto the bed and I'm following and now I'm on top of her and she takes her shirt off. No bra underneath so I've got the perfect view of her sweet, perky—”

“Stop!” Sean yelled, voice echoing off the concrete pillars of the parking garage. “Fucking hell Derek, that's my cousin. Practically my little sister for Christ's sake.”

“What?” Derek frowned, confused for a moment when it finally dawned on him. “Oh shit, man, I'm sorry. I thought since you were cool with me taking a shot...I wasn't thinkin about…”

“It's fine. I only need to bleach out half my brain. I'm happy for you and Y/N, I really am, it's about time frankly, but I don't want to know.”

“Yeah. Yeah no problem man.”

A silence hung over them as they finished their smoke, before suddenly Derek was speaking again.

“I looked up the song while I drove here, and it turns out, she was right. I had nothin to even argue with her about.” He chuckled, the grin creeping across his face again. “I’m glad I did though.”

Several weeks went by and it seemed like things were going back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. You got busy with school and finals, seeing Derek a lot less often and for shorter blocks, and the timing never seemed right to talk.

One night, you were both hanging out with Sean, trying to cheer him up over the fact that Riley had cancelled on him because of some big presentation for school. While your cousin was out of the room meeting the pizza guy, an odd silence descended over you both for a moment, before Derek turned to face you on the couch.

“What are we?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” you answered, frowning in confusion and mirroring his position.

“We have one killer makeout, then never talk about it. I flirt, I think you’re flirtin back but it’s hard to tell. You call me sweet one second and stupid the next. I just don’t get it, Y/N, and it’s starting to drive me crazy.”

“I like you, Derek. A lot. Like, to the point it kinda scares me if I’m being honest, a lot,” you shrugged, holding your shoulders at your ears. “But...I don’t know. Is this a good idea?”

“This? You mean...us?” He frowned in confusion.

“Is there an us already?” you sighed, voice trembling. “Yeah, I guess I mean, the possibility of an us at least.”

He reached over, taking one of your hands in his. “I don’t want to push you into anything, but I’ll be honest, girl, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You opened your mouth to make a snarky comment in response and he shook his head, laughing lightly.

“I mean the real you, not just kissin you or seeing your tiddies, although those were nice.”

You shot him a glare, reaching across the gap between you to slap his shoulder in annoyance. He laughed, holding up his hands in surrender.

“You’re so smart, way too smart for me. And fiesty, and hilarious, and sweet. I don’t know, you’re you. And I really like everything about you, all the little things even that make me feel like I got steam comin outta my ears like the Looney Tunes.”

“I…”

“Let me take you out to dinner, or breakfast, or lunch, whenever you’re free. A date though. One date and we can talk about it, whatever’s got you feeling unsure. Please?”

He was looking at you so earnestly that you couldn’t resist saying yes, suggesting lunch on Sunday just as Sean returned. He looked between you with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk. You rolled your eyes, stealing the food from him, and Derek pressed play on the movie as Sean settled back into the middle seat.

You paced anxiously up and down the length of your living room, biting on a thumb nail. You paused, debating changing your outfit for the third time. Derek had said he wanted to do the whole package for a date, so he was going to pick you up at your apartment, and drive downtown. Then you’d park and walk together to lunch. It was cute. But it left you with too much time to think while you waited for the text that said he was downstairs.

It was just Derek. Derek who’d been your friend for months now, who could make you laugh no matter what, and who looked at you like you hung the moon when he thought you didn’t notice, and who made your stomach flip. Derek who you’d been fully ready and willing to sleep with a few weeks ago. But this felt different. It was a real date. It was a tipping point, maybe the start of something, or the end.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, making you jump.

‘Hey, I’m here. Want me to come up?’ you read.

If he came upstairs, you could probably convince him to forget the date and the questions and the everything else to pick up where you’d left off the last time he’d been to your place. The thought was tempting. But it was only delaying the inevitable.

‘I’ll be down in a sec,’ you fired back instead, gathering up your keys and purse and hurrying down to meet him.

He was standing on your front step when you got downstairs, greeting you with a surprising hug, which you were happy to return, before you both stepped back and took each other in.

“Damn,” he said with a low whistle. “You look…damn.”

You felt your cheeks flush hotly. Your outfit wasn’t something particularly fancy, but you had tried to dress nicely for him, and to take advantage of the warm spring weather.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you teased, smiling broadly at him (code for he looked absolutely jaw-droppingly sexy in his own choice of dressy-casual).

He winked at you and then swept an arm out dramatically. “Your chariot awaits. Shall we?”

“Don’t mind if I do, kind sir,” you affected a posh accent and haughty expression before giggling and practically skipping down the stairs.

The drive, as usual, turned into an impromptu concert (mostly Bon Jovi today) and for the walk to the restaurant and all of lunch, conversation flowed easily. It was comfortable enough that you almost forgot that you had hesitated to agree.

“I hate to kill the mood,” he said after most of your meal was done. “But part of today was supposed be to figuring out us.”

You sighed. There was the other shoe, finally dropping.

“You’re right, it was.”

“So why do you think this is a bad idea?” he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Straight to the point,” you observed. “I'm surprised.”

He shrugged. “Just wanna get it done. Why dance around?”

“I don’t know. We’re friends, and I like how things are. And you and Sean are friends and if we were to try this...dating or whatever thing, and it didn’t work out I don’t want to lose us or ruin your friendship or,” you sighed. “It just seems like a lot to risk.”

“Sean and I are way too close to let a girl come between us, even if that girl is you.” He smirked teasingly at you.

“Well that makes me feel a little better,” you rolled your eyes, but there was a sincerity to your words that he definitely picked up on. “What if you’re wrong, and we start dating, and it makes things awkward between you and Sean? What if it doesn’t but we break up and then Sean has to pick between his cousin and his best friend? What if we start dating and it doesn’t work out and we lose each other? Because you’re one my best friends, Derek, and I can’t even imagine what life would actually be like without you in it, but it’s a scary thought. What if—”

He reached across the table to rest his hand on top of the fingers you were drumming anxiously on the table.

“Forget what ifs for a second.”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Just work with me. No thinking about the future. If just right now mattered, how would you feel? What would you do?”

“I don’t know. I’d feel...happy? I’d tell you that I’m having a really good time hanging out with you again, and I missed it when I got busy with finals. I’d tell you that color looks really good on you. And that you have chocolate from your pancakes on your lip, but...I think you should leave it there and let me get it…” you were blushing furiously, cheeks practically on fire, and you fought the urge to look down at the table.

He laughed, the sound filling your chest with warmth and effervescence. With a wink, he shifted his chair around the table until his knee bumped into yours.

“Go on then,” he murmured, angling even closer. “Live in just this moment.”

You breath caught in your throat, heart racing.

“Or should I do it for you?”

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips and his eyes traced its path.

“Derek…” your voice was barely above a breath.

And then you were both leaning in, and his hand was braced on the back of your chair, and yours was on the back of his neck. Your lips were on his and his were on yours, and for a second, time and his breath and your heart all stopped. You slid your tongue across his lip and then sucked on it lightly, removing the chocolate stain as promised and making him groan softly. His hand left the chair to curl around your back, trying to angle you closer without pulling you off your chair.

Someone cleared their throat behind you, shattering the moment and making you leap apart. The freckle-faced young waiter stood awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot.

“You...uh...I was asked to come over and tell you that…” he stammered, blushing furiously.

“We’re disturbing the other customers and should keep the PDA for later?” you asked sheepishly, not unfamiliar with the feeling of having to deliver such messages to couples on dates.

He nodded rapidly before turning tail and practically fleeing back to the kitchens. You couldn’t help giggling, especially when you saw the pouting look on Derek’s face. After a moment, he grinned and joined in with your laughter, until you earned another stern look from some of the older folks in the little restaurant around you.

“Maybe we should go?” you suggested, struggling to contain yourself. “I don’t think they like us much.”

“Probably,” he answered, quickly waving down someone to bring your check.

As you walked out together, you impulsively stepped closer. You were just passing through the door and into the afternoon sunshine when you laid your head on Derek’s shoulder, making him stiffen for a moment, before he shifted his stance to make it more comfortable for the both of you, looping an arm around your waist.

“So,” he said as you wandered like that down the sidewalk in no particular direction.

“Hm?”

“What’s this mean then?”

“It means that I like you, a lot. And I like this...us...thing. And I’m still scared, but I want to give it a shot?”

“Okay.” You could practically hear the grin in his voice as his arm tightened to pull you closer.

“And if you ever break my heart, I’ll break your foot.”

“Why my foot?” he laughed.

“Because it’s easy-ish. And it makes it harder for you to leave.”

“Ah, I see. Going a little Annie Wilkes on me?”

“You’ve seen Misery?”

“No. But I liked the book.”

You tilted your head to look more fully at him, gaping.

“What? Am I not allowed to be a Stephen King fan?”

“You never cease to surprise me, Derek Sandoval.”

#am I glossing over too much of the relationship building?#am I packing too many events into a single chapter?#I worry about these things #anyway...more fluff #more cuteness #before the angst that is a'coming #Derek Sandoval x Reader #Bad Samaritan fic #queued for once because reasonably no one is awake at this hour

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Integrity- Chapter 8

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Monday morning rolled around with a cool, all encasing fog. The gray mist that settled in between buildings, blotting out sunlight, and casting a refreshing coolness on everything blanketed underneath it.

It was glum.

Ladybug had escorted Gabriel to the police last night, as they had planned. Though he was drunk, Gabriel was well behaved. This allowed Ladybug to convince the Police to stay quiet about his arrest. Of course, it was inevitable that the media would catch wind of it, and it would be all over the news.

But she just wanted to have a few days to prepare to announce it herself, and to give Adrien some time with his mother.

He hadn’t come home last night, not that she expected him too. He may be gone for the rest of the week. Maybe longer. She couldn’t blame him for staying away.

She just missed him already.

“Hey Marinette,” Alya greeted warmly. “Where’s Sunshine? He’s gotta get rid of this fog!”

“Yeah dude, where’s my dawg?” Said Nino.

Marinette smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. How much truth could she spare? This was Rena Rouge and Carapace after all. Surely they were trustworthy. Would Adrien mind?

“Um…he’s with his mother.”

Nino and Alya just stared at her, dawning horror creeping on their faces.

“He’s dead?”

“No!” Marinette scrambled to explain. “No, no…We found his mother yesterday. Well, he found her a few days ago, but we couldn’t do anything about it until last night.”

Alya blinked a few times. “Okay girl, you lost me. You often lose me, but this is like—a whole other dimension. Can ya back up a touch?”

“I’ll tell you guys everything after school, but you have to promise me not to tell anyone.” She leaned closer. “This is just as secret, or even more so, as your secret identities.”

Alya rapidly blinked again. “Wh-what?! What are you—how do you—What!?”

“That’s all I’m saying for now.”

“You can’t just leave us there!”

“That’s all that’s safe to say here. Just...just trust me. Okay?”

Alya took a long breath. They’d been through this before. Her trust was constantly being tested by Marinette. The absences, the tardiness, the forgetful ‘oh I have to go water my hamster’ ness. “Girl...I did trust you. But...are you going to finally explain what’s going on?”

“Yes. I’ll tell you everything. If you’ll just be patient with me.”

Alya exhaled, her shoulders relaxing. “Okay. I think that’s worth it.”

They travelled together upstairs and into the classroom, where several other students milled about quietly. It seemed they hadn’t recovered from the turmoil from last week.

Faces turned to her, weak smiles in place. Sincere enough, but lacking luster. She didn’t really blame them. She felt like that too.

After some time, Miss Bustier arrived, and settled everyone in their seats.

And then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

Miss Bustier invited in the devil, and the mother of the devil.

Lila. Lila was here.

“Hello, Madam Rossi, are you vouching for Lila’s tardiness?”

“On the contrary,” the woman said coldly. “Lila won’t be attending your class anymore, or this school, for that matter. But before we leave, I wanted to make sure she apologized to those she wronged.”

My my, what an interesting turn of fate. Lila stood in front, arms crossed, and full of spite.

“Where’s Mr. Agreste?” Madam Rossi asked.

“He’s not here,” Marinette supplied. “He’s visiting family.”

“Ha!” Said Lila. “That proves it! If he wasn’t guilty, he’d be here!”

“Hush, Lila. I’ve heard enough from you.” Her mother spat. “You, what’s your name?” He looked at Marinette.

“Uh, Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

“Marinette—first of all, I want to apologize to you and your mother. She called me with concerns and I blew her off. In fact, I didn’t know there were any problems until I received a court summons at my workplace. Not only was my daughter lying to me about her after school activities, but she lied about the school being closed to take an extended vacation!”

There were scoffs of disgust from around the room.

“Mama...” Lila whined.

“I said be quiet, child. Your lying has gotten too far out of control and I’ve had enough of it. It’s time your friends knew the truth. And you’re going to tell them. Now.”

Lila swallowed. “Um...I didn’t actually go with my mother abroad for several months. I was at home. I told her the principal was akumatized and the school was closed.”

“Now, about Marinette?”

Lila groaned. “Marinette was right. I didn’t bully her at all. I made all that stuff up...”

“And regarding Adrien Agreste?”

“Adrien...never touched me. I lied. I was mad because I was fired from Gabriel for harassing Adrien.”

“Anything else you want to get off your chest?”

“No.”

“Well, that’s a shame.” Madam Rossi huffed. “What do you have to say to Marinette?”

“...I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“For lying.”

“Not good enough, Lila. Try again.”

Lila hissed, like apologizing was actually, physically painful. “I’m sorry for tattling on you to your mom. And I’m sorry for trying to get you expelled.”

Marinette pushed her luck. “...and for turning my friends against me?”

“AND for turning your friends against you.”

Eh. Good enough.

“Now, Marinette,” said Madam Rossi. “Lila must apologize to Adrien, but she’s being sent back to Italy right away. Will you record it and make sure he sees it?”

“Of course, ma’am.” Marinette took out her phone and turned on the camera. “Ready when you are.”

Madam Rossi nudged her daughter in the ribs.

“Adrien...I’m sorry I lied about you touching me. I’m sorry I lied to get into modeling with you. And I’m sorry I kissed your cheek without permission...and I'm sorry I spied on you.” With a little shrug, that’s where she ended it.

Marinette stopped recording and leveled a glare at Lila. “You’re not really sorry, are you? You wouldn’t think anything was wrong if your mom wasn’t here making you apologize.”

Lila didn’t answer, but her dead-eyed glare spoke volumes.

“You’re a psychopath.”

“Oh you think you’re so smug! Just because my lies caught up to me first! But you’re just as much as a liar as I am, aren’t you, little miss goody goody?”

Maybe she was being petty. Maybe it was adrenaline. Or maybe she really didn’t like being called a liar.

Either way, she held back just long enough to look in her purse.

Tikki gave her a firm nod.

Time to be selfish.

“Tikki, Spots on.”

In a whirl of pink, Ladybug sat in Marinette’s seat and the room went dead silent.

Except for Alya, who was making some choked wheezing sounds.

“Happy now, Lila?” Ladybug said calmly. “Yes, I lied, and flaked, and ditched my friends. I hated every minute of it, but I knew fighting akumas came first, and everything else came second. I couldn’t tell a single soul until Hawkmoth was defeated. Not even my partner.” She leveled her gaze on Lila. “But you? You just lie because you can. You have no plans, you just lie and then lie again when someone calls you out on them. You don’t care. You never cared. All you care about is yourself. That’s the reason you got caught. I chose to reveal my secret because it’s safe now.”

“Shut up!” Lila barked. Then she actually threw a punch at the hero of Paris.

Naturally, Ladybug dodged it like she had been moving in slow motion.

“You’re the worst! This whole time I thought there were two stuck up, nosy, holier-than-thou bitches in Paris. But now I see it’s only one. You don’t deserve your fame or your powers! I could have had everything! Popularity! Friends! Adrien! Fame! Even powers like Hawkmoth promised me! But you had to ruin it for me! You always ruin everything! I hate you! I hate you!!”

“Alright, we’re done.” Said Madam Rossi. She wrapped her arms around Lila, as she continued to wriggle and scream. “I see now that Italy isn’t going to be a good idea either. We’ll find a nice, quiet...resort for you for a little while.”

But Lila just continued her screaming and kicking. Her mother had to forcibly pull her from the room.

The door shut with a slam, Lila’s tantrum muffled down the hall.

And then, Ladybug stood there, keenly aware of the actions she had just made in front of all her classmates. Even Miss Bustier was slack jawed.

“I expect all of you can keep a secret of this magnitude. It would be best if you never even saw me transform.”

Still silence. But Marinette dropped her transformation and sat down.

Alya was the only one able to find a voice. “Why now? What changed?”

“It’s safe now.” Marinette explained. “Relatively speaking. I’m certain that there’s people out there who still want to hurt me. But if we all keep this to ourselves, I see no harm.”

“What about Lila?” Asked Alya.

“Well, she does have a track record for faultless honesty. Who wouldn’t believe her?” Marinette said sarcastically.

“Safe?” Nino asked, finding his voice. “Safe how?”

It was the sweetest truth in the world. “Chat Noir and I defeated Hawkmoth.”

The sentence was like electricity, jolting the room with excitement, cheers, and hugs. Students scrambled to hug her in gratitude.

“How?! When?!” Barked Alya. “There was no akuma! How did this happen!?”

Miss Bustier sat at the edge of her desk, resigned that there would be no learning today, but she really didn’t mind.

“Espionage.” Marinette said, matter-of-factly. “And to be honest, it was mostly Chat. We just officially arrested him last night.”

“Who was he? How did it happen?! I need details!” Alya nearly screamed and grabbed her by the collar and shook.

“Alya, calm down.” Marinette laughed. “I’d love to tell you all the details, but…I haven’t told anyone else yet. I have to address the public and write a speech…but I don’t even know where to start…”

Miss Bustier clapped. “Marinette! I have an idea!”

She looked to her teacher, skeptical. “Yes?”

“A writing assignment for the class. You give us the details, everyone will take notes, and we’ll help you write the speech! It would be an excellent exercise for writing from an interview.”

Marinette paused, crossing her arms and looking forward towards Adrien’s seat.

Again, the news about Gabriel was going to be public at some point. If she could get it out quickly before the other media beat her to it, she might be able to manipulate the story in her favor. As angry as she was with Gabriel, his motive was fine, and he showed…remorse? Maybe he could be redeemed and maybe Adrien could have his family back one day.

“As long as everyone promises to not talk about it to anyone, I don’t mind sharing the details.”

There was another cheer around the class as everyone gathered their phones and notebooks to take notes.

Miss Bustier clarified for everyone, “If you’re recording Marinette, the video promptly gets deleted after the assignment is over. It does not get posted on any social media, or get sent to anyone. This is for Marinette’s safety, do you all understand?”

“Yes, Miss Bustier!” Called the class, unanimously. After the dreadful behavior with Lila, no one was eager to get on Marinette’s bad side again.

Marinette stood at the front of the room, recounting what had happened, with the smallest twist of having Chat Noir as a separate character. If someone did blab, Adrien’s identity would be safe.

“Adrien’s the hero of our story.” She began. “Gabriel Agreste was arrested last night at 10:30, coming peacefully and quietly. On Thursday night, he confided in his son, that he was in fact, Hawkmoth, and that his assistant was Mayura. He disclosed his purpose was to save the life of his wife Emilie, who had fallen mysteriously ill. He was under the assumption that the only cure was using Chat’s and my Miraculous. It is unknown where he got this idea from. Adrien was skeptical enough to flag down Chat Noir as he was doing a late night patrol. He explained the situation to my partner. From there, they waited until Monsieur Agreste went to sleep, before stealing the Miraculous off of him. Chat then delivered the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculous to me, and further explained the situation. After consulting my resources, we visited M. Agreste and told him it was likely we could still save his wife without the need for our Miraculous. He then willingly gave himself up and apologized. He has been taken into police custody.”

“Excuse me, Ladybug,” Alya called out, just like in a real press conference. “What happened to Mayura? Is she in police custody as well?”

“I don’t know about that. The police are aware of her involvement, but she was fired by Gabriel earlier this week. She wasn’t with him when he was arrested.”

“Are you going to go after her?”

“No. She no longer has a Miraculous. This is not a job for us anymore.”

Someone else raised their hand, Nathaniel. “How much do you want us to elaborate on Adrien’s involvement?”

“I only have Adrien’s best interest at heart. While I know he’d rather not be mentioned at all, I think it’s extremely important for the media to know that he was not complicit in his father’s actions.”

“Where is Adrien now?” Asked Chloe, more out of concern than for the assignment.

“He is with his mother while she gets treated. I won’t disclose that information to the public.” Then she added as a side note, “but if you want to know, ask me later, Chloe.”

Chloe just took a relieved sigh and nodded to her. It seemed all the previous animosity between her and Ladybug, or even Marinette, had faded with all this new information.

“Where are the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculous now?” Asked Kim.

“Someplace safe.” Marinette smiled. “There’s no fear of someone else getting a hold of them.”

“Are Ladybug and Chat Noir retiring now?” Asked Rose, full of emotion.

“Ladybug will continue her patrols, and try to help around the city. I haven’t talked with Chat about what he wants to do.”

Alya raised her hand again, her eyes shining with excitement. “Any chance of auxiliary heroes getting to join you every once in a while?”

Marinette shrugged. “Perhaps.” There was no reason for them to, but with Gabriel behind bars, there was no reason for them not to. “Any other questions?”

The class was frantically scribbling down notes, but there were no more raised hands.

“I have plenty of off the record questions!” Alya called.

“I’ll answer those later,” Marinette asked.

“Alright,” began Miss Bustier. “These speeches will be due…Wednesday? Does that work for you, Marinette?”

“That should be perfect.”

“Wonderful. Then I won’t be giving anymore literature homework until then, because I want everyone to focus on this. Please write at least one page, double spaced. But more is fine. Ladybug has the right to edit whichever one she picks.” She glanced at the clock. “Goodness, that was almost the whole hour! I’ll give you the rest of the hour to talk among yourselves.”

—

While stories don’t typically have a happy ending in real life, Marinette was happy to note that things were working out nicely. The fog remained the rest of the week as Adrien stayed away from Paris. Juleka, of all people, ended up writing the most articulate, emotional, and accurate speech out of the bunch, and Ladybug presented it at a press conference with the Mayor.

Stories of all sorts of accuracies came out of it from the media, but conspiracies were loudly silenced, as Ladybug’s speech in full was available to everyone. Gabriel had yet to make any statements of his own, but his lack of urgency only lended itself to the official story.

It was over.

Gabriel’s trial would come in time, and Ladybug and Chat Noir would both be expected to testify, but the fight against Hawkmoth was over.

Despite revealing herself to her family and classmates, Marinette felt light. Unburdened, and guiltless. The raised grades were a bonus.

There was just one thing missing.

Adrien.

It had been a week since he stepped into that portal with his mother. He hadn’t taken his phone with him, but she never received a message from his baton. Not even a confirmation that he made it safely.

After several days of solid dependence and partnership, she missed him terribly.

Then finally, late one night, she awoke to a flash of light on her balcony. She was instantly awake, throwing open the door to investigate.

Belle Noir stood there, alone, and looking exhausted.

“Adrien?” She asked softly.

“Miss me, My Lady?”

“Unbelievably.”

Adrien dismissed his transformation and dragged himself over to her room.

“So what happened? How is she?”

“Still asleep.” He landed on her bed, and took off his shoes. “Not likely to wake up for a while still…but she looks better. They told me to go home, since being around her and watching was making me ill.”

“Are you alright?”

“Just need a shower and a good night’s rest. Can I sleep next to you? I really missed you.”

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.”

After showering and shaving, a nice clean Adrien flopped onto Marinette’s bed. He inhaled deeply. “Hmm, I missed this smell.”

“Weirdo.”

“Smells like bread and cinnamon and pretty girl.”

“Do you want to hear about all the trouble I got into while you were gone?”

“All of it…if I can stay awake.”

So Marinette told it all, starting on Monday morning with Lila, and leading all the way up to the speech, which she showed him on her phone.

“You just transformed? In front of everyone?”

She shrugged. “Not my brightest move, but Lila was accusing me of lying too…I just wanted to get it out in the air. I don’t regret it.”

“Did you tell anyone who I am?”

“Nope. I thought about telling Alya and Nino, but your identity is yours to tell. Or to keep a secret. It’s totally up to you.”

Adrien had his eyes half closed, the comfort of the bed and the warmth from his girlfriend relaxing him to sleep. “I have some ideas.”

“Care to share?”

“No. Too tired.”

“Okay kitty.” She giggled. Then she shuffled down to lay beside him, before he latched on and nuzzled her. “Hmmmmm My Lady.”

“Goodnight Kitty Cat.”

“Night. I love…”

“I love too.”

—

In the morning, Marinette woke up to an empty bed. For a moment, she worried that Adrien coming back last night had been a dream. But his suitcase was open and rifled through.

Confused, she got up and got dressed, and then came down for breakfast.

“Morning Miss Hero.” Sabine said fondly.

“Morning mama…did you see Adrien this morning?”

“I didn’t, but your father did. Said he got up really early to take care of some stuff.

“‘Stuff’ huh? Sounds vague.”

“I don’t know. But he said he’ll meet you at school. So instead of interrogating me, you can go to class and find out for yourself.”

“Oh I suppose!” Marinette said, dramatically. Then she took a seat at the table and started pouring herself some breakfast.

“They’re talking about the Hawkmoth story again.” Sabine gestured to the muted TV. “Some people are calling for a reinstatement of the guillotine.”

Marinette scoffed. “Yeah, maybe if there had been any lasting damage, maybe. But as it stands, no one died, no collateral damage…maybe some trauma I guess.”

“You’re being awfully defensive of the man you’ve been fighting the last year.”

Marinette shrugged. “I just…want Adrien to have his family back. I know Gabriel has to face punishment, and jail might even soften him up to be a better dad when he gets out. I just want him to be able to have his dad in his life…even if it’s just a little bit.”

“Even after all this, he doesn’t hate his father?”

“I couldn’t say.”

—

The fog had lifted. The morning sunlight was warm and bright, the birds chirped, the flowers bloomed. Adrien was back in Paris, somewhere, and all was right with the word.

Marinette almost skipped to school.

Half of her class awaited her by the steps, and when she came into view, they all started calling for her. “Marinette! Marinette!”

“Carry your bag to class?”

“Carry you to class?”

“Guys guys,” she laughed. “I’m flattered, but you don’t need to keep pampering me. It was fun last week, but we’re cool now, okay?”

“We just wanted to let you know that we were sorry and we appreciate you!” Said Rose, enthusiastically.

“I understand. And I forgive you. The cards, and the back rubs, and the foot rubs, and the manicures…I got it. But I don’t want our friendship to revolve around you guys just worshipping me. And I especially don’t want to be treated like this because of who I am. Let’s just…all go for ice cream this weekend?”

“Fine, but I’m paying for your ice cream!”

“No! I want to pay!”

Marinette chuckled to herself and led the throng of followers into the school. Maybe…one more week of being spoiled wouldn’t hurt. Right?

“Have you heard anything from Adrien?” Nino asked, as he asked everyday.

“Actually, I did! I’m fairly certain he’ll be in class today too!”

Nino pumped his fist.

“What should we do to make him feel welcome?” Asked Rose. “We were pretty crappy to him last time we saw him. After all he’s been through…”

Marinette looked over the remorseful faces staring at her. They wanted to make things right.

“I think apologies, hugs, and just being there for him will be enough. I think he’d appreciate affection, but not being treated like he’s fragile. He’s incredibly strong, you know.”

They all nodded, but she could hear them conspiring with each other about cards and a cake. She wasn’t going to fight them on this. Adrien needed his friends, and sincere ones at that.

Walking into the classroom, Marinette’s eye immediately fell on the very expensive handbag on her desk. Chloe sat at her own desk, admiring her nails.

“Is that—?”

“A Hermes Birkin Togo Handbag with gold Hardware? Why yes, it is.”

“Why is it on my desk?”

Chloe shrugged. “what, that old thing? I got it, but it doesn’t match my wardrobe, so I figured you would appreciate it.”

“But…this is new this season! It hasn’t even been released yet!”

“Well, it’s old to me. Give it to your mom if you don’t want it. It’s no skin off my nose!”

Marinette gave her a genuine smile. “Thank you Chloe, this means a lot to me. Especially after all that happened.”

“Are you talking about my silly little tantrum? Puh-lease. Even I’m not immune to the allure of pretty jewelry. But it won’t happen again, I’m over combs.”

“Well, I’m crazy about this bag, so thank you.”

Chloe’s mouth twitched before she said, “you’re welcome.”

Alya and Marinette spent the rest of the morning gushing over the bag, because regardless of who it came from, it was a nice bag. Miss Bustier came in and started the lesson.

It was then that Marinette realized Adrien still hadn’t shown up.

“I thought you said he was coming today?” Whispered Nino.

“I thought he was. He doesn’t have his phone on him anymore either.”

A few minutes passed before a black blur whizzed by the window. It back tracked and Chat Noir landed on the ledge, knocking on the window.

“Chat Noir?” Miss Bustier asked as Kim opened the window.

“So sorry I’m late! I was packing up some of my mother’s belongings to take to her later.” He stalked across the room, with Adrien’s bag draped over his shoulder. Then he stopped at Marinette’s desk, before stooping to kiss her on the lips. “Good morning, My Lady. Sorry I left without saying anything. I woke up early and I didn’t want to bother you.”

“It’s okay.”

“Claws in.”

And then it all clicked. The class went ballistic. There was screaming, hugs, well-intended punches, and overall excitement.

Miss Bustier rolled her eyes fondly. “Guess I’ll have to remove your absences too, to be fair.”

“Oh, sorry. When Marinette told me she revealed her identity to the class, I knew I had to too, and even more dramatically.”

“You’re such a goober.” Marinette teased fondly.

“But I’m your goober!”

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug #ladynoir #chat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrienette #fanfiction #identity reveal #integrity

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, part 10.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: x

Warnings: Fight Club! Wohoo, here we fucking gooo.

Word Count: 2.1 K

Read the rest here, babe: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers

Sometimes all you need in your life is some silence and calm time to think everything through. It’s not like you try to reach some nirvana or shit, but you need to think. Sometimes a thing happens that totally fucks up your perception of reality and you just cut yourself off from the outside world.

You want to just ride to the school on a bike, listening to some music or the birds singing, to feel the wind in your hair and to escape the reality for a slight moment. And when it’s all said and done, you reach the solution you were searching for and your life just continues. Sometimes when your friends try to help you, they just make everything much, much worse than it was before.

You couldn't just stand Rue's rambling about Fezco feeling terrible. She didn't shut up the whole time, so in the middle of the third paragraph and fourth sentence, you got up, pushed your tray to hers violently, rolling your eyes and taking the earbuds out of your bag, walking off the scene. You loved Rue and Jules like your sisters, but that shit was too much for you to handle at that moment.

Naturally, you did not expect to find a friend in Kat Fernandez at that given moment. It did not matter she is a plus size girl - she had so much confidence that even the most popular girls were friends with her.

She silently approached you when she took a notice that you're not talking with Rue for a week and when Ash told you that you’re not talking to Fezco either. You knew each other, but no as much to be called friends.

“Hey, bitch.” - She said loudly in front of your empty table at the cafeteria. You could hear her through the music playing in your earbuds - the entire cafeteria could hear her.

“Hi, Kat?” - You asked her/greeted her. You took the earbuds out of your ears as she and her boyfriend, a slim boy who looked even more tired than Fezco, sat down next to you. - “Do you need my notes from biology or what?”

“Oh, shut up. You're just looking down, bitch, I'm not going to let you sit alone. I’m not a bitch.” - Kat sighed dramatically and all of a sudden, Lexi sat beside you, then Cassie sat at your table as well and the last one to the freak show was Maddy, the mad queen herself.

Excuse you, since when were you friends with those popular girls? You didn't have a single fucking idea. But you were just scared at that moment to make a move against their invasion.

“We heard that shit went down between Fez and you, girl. I’m so sorry. You were as cute as me and Nate.” - Maddy took your hand to her palm, looking you in the eyes, swinging those fake lashes. One more swing and you were sure that they would fall fucking off. That day was too much for you. WHAT. THE. FUCK. - “How are you feeling, babe?” - She asked with too much affection in her voice. They were all fake as fuck.

“I think I’m... Fine. How do you know that? And I didn’t break up with him, I just wanted some alone time.” - You carefully took the hand off Maddy’s palm, ready to run off with all of your food back to Rue and Jules. They were both watching you - Rue’s expression was similar to vomiting and Jules had a brain freeze.

“Oh, you know, the people tell and everybody just adds something to the story. I heard that you’re preggy.” - Kat answered while she was peeling her orange.

“I heard that some of Fezco’s friends tried to cut your throat.” - Cassie added to the flame with a serious tone.

“And I heard that he cheated on you with that ginger from senior year. Is it real?” - Maddy asked with her eyes popped the fuck out, you had a strong tendency to tell her that she should calm those fucking eyeballs down.

“None of these is fucking true. Not a shitty bit. Jesus.” - You sighed with a sour voice and for everything just getting better, Nate fucking Jacobs was heading to your table. You felt sick at that moment and your day was ruined. You could handle bullshit of those primadonnas, but you knew before he came to your table that Nate is too much of an asshole for you to handle.

But you didn't know how much bullshit his manners will cause.

“And we meet again.” - Nate smiled at you while he leaned to kiss his girlfriend’s temple. Oh boy, you never got violent tendencies, but you would swear to fucking God that you are ready to punch him at any moment.

“How pleasurable.” - You gritted, watching him down with a disgusted look.

“So you finally realized what’s good for you?” - Nate sighed and leaned to you. Oh, you were aware of what he is doing. That fucker was trying to make you feel small, to intimidate you because he was that big, strong boy and you were just a small girl. Too bad for him it didn't work.

Also, was that fucker giving you proposals just in front of Maddy or not? You realized in the next minute - Maddy didn't know that you and Nate have already met. At Fezco’s shop. But Kat did. Aaand... She was talking to Ethan, so she did not hear anything that that piece of shit had said.

How could two people be so lonely in a full cafeteria, sitting surrounded by many people? Was it even possible?

“I told you that Fezco is a zero who makes himself look better than he is. There are particularly... Better boys.” - He licked his lips slowly and you felt ready to vomit all over the table. And thank God for Rue at that moment.

"Hey Y/N." - Rue appeared behind Nate's back. - "Can I talk to ya? We... Ugh... Need to talk about dat... Thingy..." - She stuttered. You nodded with grace, grasping the food off the table, immediately running back to your beloved table. - "Okay, ya glad that I saved ya? And holy fuck man, what was he tryin' to do?"

"He's suggesting things. This was for the second time this happened. Fezco would have killed him on the spot." - You looked behind your back, still seeing Nate with his grinning face. At least he was looking into Maddy's face and his eyes were a small inch before being craved out of the eyeballs.

"Well fuck me, fuck ya and fuck Nate then. He heard it. Got him on da phone, so he heard all of da shit." - Rue gave you her hand over your shoulder. You opened your mouth with a scared face. Nathan was dead. - "Now I know why was so pissed."

"You were standing behind Nate the whole time? Jesus fucking Christ, Rue, use your brain sometimes." - You put your tray on the table and sat next to Jules. Jules smiled at you with love and smoothed your shoulder.

"Man, I can't choose when ma bros call me. And he was just checkin' dat ya safe." - Rue muttered when she made the pills into small pieces, mixing it into her yogurt again.

"I should really speak to him, shouldn't I?" - You asked silently, looking Rue to her eyes. She raised her eyebrows and watched you as if you were a dumb fuck.

You didn't even have to go for Fezco to his shop - he was just casually standing outside the school, watching the entrance, smoking a cigarette. He looked even more tired than he did ever before, he was out of his mind completely.

But his face softened when he saw you in your hoodie, just standing there and watching him. Your eyes started to water as you walked to him to hug him. You missed him so much - you missed his smile, his tired baby blue eyes, his scent, and his raspy voice. By the moment he hummed into your ear, you were already crying into the crook of his neck. How could you miss someone so fucking much?

"Are ya alright, baby girl?" - Fezco whispered after a few seconds. You nodded between the sobs.

He was holding you like there was no tomorrow. He would never say that one person can make him feel as much as you did. Any drug has ever made him feel so alive as your presence did, the warmth in his heart basically every time you have touched him and the bliss when you kissed him. ANy drug was as addictive as you.

You haven’t seen each other in two weeks. If you weren't in front of the other people, even he would most probably cry. And Fezco knew that he will cry, he had so many things to be sorry for.

But then you felt him tense up. Nate has left the school, his hand hazily over Maddy’s shoulder. You could see Nathan’s face go a bit paler when he saw you with Fezco.

“No, no, no, baby boy, no.” - You begged quietly, but it was for nothing. Fezco already made his decision. And if Nate wasn't able to accept it the nice way, he needed to understand in the worse way. That was just Nate's decision.

"We are havin' this conversation for the last fuckin' time, amigo. I tell ya. One more gross word on ma girl, one more look at her and you're fuckin' dead. I had enough of ya bullshit, dawg." - Fezco almost run into Nate and caught the hem of Nate's shirt, tearing him away from Maddy who screamed and jumped few feet to the side with her hands over her mouth and watched both of them with tears in her eyes.

"Do you even realize that all of those people can just tell that you were threating me? Or you're too dumb for this, you ugly fuck?" - And that was that. Nate fell on the ground when Fezco gave him a good hit to the jaw. Everyone was watching their fight. Nate was obviously winning over Fezco with his tall American football body.

But Fezco wasn't willing to give up that easily. He was fighting for your dignity and honor at the moment. Fezco couldn't just lose. In the end, they both stood three feet away from each other. Fez's white polo shirt was bloody as hell, his knuckles were violet and he couldn't open one of his eyes. And Nate didn't look any better. But you and Maddy were quick to stand between them.

"I told you that you shouldn't do that. He's going to the police and you'll end up in jail." - You whispered and took his face to your palm gently.

"What the fuck was that? Are you kidding me, Fezco? What the hell?!" - Maddy yelled at you and you wanted to tell her that you're sorry, but Fez was faster.

"Try to tell yo boy that he shouldn't try to get another girl's panties when he has a girl. Go on. This happened twice." - Fezco answered and spit our blood on the pavement. Maddy stood straight for a second before she turned to Nate, she started to scream in Spanish at him - she was talking about some sex tape and releasing it. You and Rue took Fezco to the car before the teachers could see anything before any trouble could start.

"How could ya be angry at that angel?" - Rue laughed our loud and shove a few strands of her hair behind her ear while she drove the car. Jules sat next to her and you were in the backseat with Fezco's head on your lap. He was watching you and his left eye was crying. You couldn't tell about the other one clearly. - "He just fought with Nate fucking Jacobs. For ya. You're hella lucky."

"And he almost got himself knocked out. But he's my brave warrior." - You ran yours over the short hair on his head. Yeah. You loved him. No matter if he was a dealer or not, you loved him. And he had no problem with fighting other guys just because of you.

So you didn't have any talk. You just... Accepted the fact of what source of his money was. Because that's what people who are completely blind with love do.

#fezco #fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco hbo #fez imagine #rue bennett #rue euphoria #kat euphoria #maddy euphoria #cassie euphoria #lexi euphoria #jules vaughn #jules euphoria #euphoria hbo #euphoria fanfic series #mount everest ain't got shit on us

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Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 37: A Snake in the Closet

We continue with the main narrative from this fanfic blog inspired on Sanders Sides by Thomas Sanders, Joan S. and the Foster Dawg Team. In this new part, I return for a little bit to the origins of a good old conversation in the living room about important issues, and the issue treated in this episode you can already guess it from the title. It is about being in the closet and the struggle of coming out of the closet. It is never easy, much less for a snake that is accustomed to lie and hide things about himself to others, even if that drags Thomas into the same closet as it will be discussed in the episode. I hope you enjoy this new entry. Until next time.

SYNOPSIS: Thomas is still in shock after hearing the revelation that it was Janus who, consciously and without being coerced by the Dark Master, kept Thomas in the closet and prevented him from coming out for 23 years of his life. Thomas desperately needs to understand, but Janus is so scared to face the others that he’s locked himself in his room and doesn’t let anyone in other than Remus.

WARNINGS: Mentions to romantic dukeceit, prinxiety and logicality. Conversations about coming out, brief mentions to religion

EPISODE INDEX

[intro sequence]

THOMAS: What is up, everybody? It’s good to start a video like this, I was starting to miss it. I needed to do something familiar because the turmoil of emotions we’ve been through lately is starting to take a toll on me. First Logan and his Library, then the trouble with Ira, and on top of that the revelation about Janus… I… I mean, I’ve always known he was a liar, so this shouldn’t have come as a surprise but… to discover that it was him who kept me in the closet for the first 23 years of my life… Ugh… I still don’t really know how I feel about it, I only known it’s not a good feeling. I had started to trust Janus just like I trusted the other Sides and now, I feel like I’ve returned back to the start with him.

LOGAN: [rising up] However, that’s something that, objectively, belongs to the past, Thomas. And Janus has changed a lot since then.

THOMAS: Maybe so, but still, those years had and still have a huge influence in my life. And it’s true that Janus has changed, but the effects of what he did still persist today in part. And the worst is that I… I don’t even know why he did that to me. If he had done it under the Dark Master’s command, I would have understood, but the Dark Sprite said, and Janus didn’t deny it, that he did it on his own free will. His own free will, Logan! Why?

PATTON: [rising up] Well, Janus said that he had the best intention when he did that, kiddo.

THOMAS: And you believe him, Patton? Because he would have said anything to soften my reaction. You know how much of a liar he is.

PATTON: He’s more than a liar, Thomas. You know it.

IAN: [rising up] And I can confirm you that he wasn’t lying about that, Thomas. I don’t know why he did it, but when he said he had the best intention, he meant it, I could sense it.

THOMAS: Oh, Ian… Do you have any news of your brother?

IAN: Nothing. He locked himself in his room and doesn’t let anybody in, except Remus.

THOMAS: And has Remus told you anything about him?

IAN: He refuses to tell me anything. It seems Janus asked him so.

THOMAS: But you have access to his memories, Ian. Can’t you see anything about him or what he’s thinking about right now?

IAN: Janus has a barrier in his memory. He refuses to let me in on what he’s doing right now. Well, in fact that barrier seems to have existed for a long time. It’s the same barrier behind which he hid all about… his revelation.

THOMAS: So you didn’t know anything about what he did either?

IAN: I didn’t, Thomas, I swear. I got as shocked as you when he told us that. I couldn’t believe it.

THOMAS: I’m so confused. If only I could understand why he did what he did. But how am I ever going to understand if he doesn’t show up to explain himself?

VIRGIL: [rising up] I tried to enter his room now. He still doesn’t want to let anyone in. However, I got some words from him.

THOMAS: Some words? He did speak to you?

VIRGIL: Yes, but he didn’t say much, I heard him from outside his door. He asked me to leave because he wasn’t ready to face us, and he asked me to tell you that he’s sorry for any pain he’s caused on you. He’s said again that he did it with “the best intention”, and then he said nothing more, no matter how much I tried to keep the conversation going.

THOMAS: “The best intention”. Again, the same words. How am I supposed to know the meaning of that? It’s frustrating. You said that Remus is the only one who comes in and out of his room, right? Maybe he can shed some light to this. Remus, come here, please!

REMUS: [appearing, he shows his classic face of madness and squeaky voice] You calling me? I knew that someday you’d understand that what I bring to the table is the best for you, Thomas.

THOMAS: Remus, cut it out. You know very well why I’m calling you.

REMUS: [dropping the act, with a serious voice] Yes, I do, but like I told the others, I can’t tell you anything. Janus asked me so.

THOMAS: Virgil, weren’t you the one who told me that “any information I want to know, I can know?”

VIRGIL: Yes, it was me, and it’s still true, but…

THOMAS: Well, I can’t tolerate this any longer. I need to see Janus, and I need to see him right now.

REMUS: [angry voice] What are you planning to do, Thomas? If you intend to force my boyfriend to speak when he’s not ready, let me tell you that you can’t…

THOMAS: [suddenly yelling with a demonic voice, his eyes have suddenly turned green and he shows an evil face] DON’T TELL ME WHAT I CAN OR CAN’T DO, YOU MISERABLE CRAZY SIDE! IT IS ME WHO’S IN CHARGE AND YOU WILL OBEY MY ORDERS!

LOGAN: Thomas, calm down!

[Thomas’ eyes turn back to brown and he shows a face of horror]

THOMAS: Not again… What is wrong with me?

JANUS: [suddenly rising up] What is wrong with you, Thomas!? Your voice resounded all over the whole Mind Palace, even when it was coming from the outer world! What was that!?

[Roman and Chris also rise up]

ROMAN: Goodness gracious, that was scary! We were practicing fencing and I almost hit Chris on the throat!

CHRIS: Yeah, and then I would have really been angsty creativity! Although maybe a scar or two on my cheeks could give me a personal ferocious beauty…

VIRGIL: Don’t even think about it.

CHRIS: It was just a thought, dad, come on.

VIRGIL: The worst ideas always start like that, “just thoughts”.

CHRIS: Ugh… it’s one thing that you never let me do anything fun, but you don’t even let me think about it! Not fair!

IAN: Is no one going to acknowledge that Janus has finally come out of his retirement?

[they all look at Janus, suddenly realizing his presence]

THOMAS: It’s true, you’re here, at last…

JANUS: Well of course I’m here, anyone would have come after hearing that voice. It was terrifying, it scared me to death. And I feared what could happen to me if I… if I didn’t come.

THOMAS: Janus, what do you think I am, a monster? I’m still Thomas! I may be angry or, I’ll admit it, disappointed at you, but I would never harm you!

JANUS: Knowing that you’re disappointed at me is already harmful, Thomas.

THOMAS: Well, what did you expect? You said it yourself. If I stayed in the closet for so long, for 23 years, it’s because you forced me to stay in, or that’s what you said. Do you have any idea of how harmful that was for me? How much fear and pain I had to live with, all by myself, not being able to share it with anyone? It was horrible!

JANUS: I’m sorry, Thomas. There’s nothing else I can say but that.

THOMAS: There’s a lot you can say, Janus. This won’t get fixed with a simple apology. I need more from you.

JANUS: Like what?

THOMAS: Like answers. Why did you do that to me? Why did you, consciously and without being coerced, make me go through all of that? I desperately want to understand. But you have locked yourself in your room until now and denied me those answers. Now that you’re here, please, I need to understand, so that I can, at the very least, stop wondering why.

JANUS: [sighs] The truth, Thomas, is… that not even I know the answer to that.

THOMAS: Stop lying, Janus!

JANUS: I’m not lying, Thomas, I swear! I don’t even know why I did it! It was just… like an impulse. It’s not just that I did it on my own free will, I… needed to do it, for some reason. There was something that pushed me to do it. It wasn’t the Dark Master, though I’m aware that he knew and got delighted about it. But there was something in me that urged me to keep you in the closet and I felt that if I didn’t do it, something horrible was going to happen, to me, to you, to all of us, I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe from that something. I’m your self-preservation, Thomas, remember? It’s in my nature and unless I’m repressed by someone else powerful enough, like the Dark Master, I can’t deny my purpose on my own. That’s why I told you I did it with the best intention. I didn’t want to torture you or make you go through that hell you mentioned, I’m honest about it.

THOMAS: I want to believe you, Janus. I really do… but you have lied to me so many times that… you’ve made it very difficult for me to trust you.

LOGAN: I think if we could decipher what you thought it would happen if Thomas didn’t stay in the closet, we could get to the bottom of this issue.

JANUS: If only I knew, Logan.

LOGAN: Well, there was clearly one moment when you stopped doing that, because Thomas finally came out eight years ago. Do you remember what happened back then?

JANUS: Eight years ago… I’m not sure…

LOGAN: [sighs] If only I hadn’t lost my memory checking abilities, this would be easier… but now we can only count on what you let us know, Janus, so please, try to remember.

JANUS: Well, remembering my years in the Dark Realm is not exactly the most pleasant task, but I’ll do my best. The truth is that nothing happened in particular. Suddenly, that urge and fear wore off and I stopped doing it. And that’s the strangest of it. I don’t know why I did it and I don’t know why I stopped doing it. It just happened.

LOGAN: Okay… then we’ll have to examine the days when you did it… When was the first time you wanted to do it, Janus?

JANUS: The first time… I was… well, we all were around 12 years old.

LOGAN: Makes sense, usually there’s really not much to hide in that sense until puberty starts hitting up and you start having a defined sexuality.

JANUS: I remember that Thomas had his first crush back then, a classmate from school.

ROMAN: I think this was when Patton got out of his retirement in his room and first joined us as the Morality Side. Remember, Thomas? We’ve already talked about this.

THOMAS: Yes, it was when I first met Patton. I was having some sort of feelings for a guy for the first time… It wasn’t proper love, that would take longer to come, but I remember I kinda liked that guy… and I also remember the shackle of fear when I realized that meant that I was gay, that my sexuality wasn’t “normal”. You were responsible for that fear, right, Janus?

JANUS: Maybe so…

LOGAN: What were you doing back then, Janus? Tell us your side of the story… pun not intended.

PATTON: [mischievous smile] Sure… that’s why you remarked the word “side”, right?

LOGAN: Quiet, Patton! Janus, go on.

JANUS: Well, it was back then when I started realizing my own feelings about… I’m sorry for bringing this up again, Remus, Virgil, but I have no choice. It was back then when I fell in love with Virgil and I revealed my name to him. And gosh, I got so scared to confess my feelings for him. I wanted him to know, but… at the same time I didn’t want to lose his friendship. I hoped that he would understand by the way I told him my name, but he didn’t get the hint. Not much later, he left the Dark Realm, and that settled it, I chose to close the door to love for myself, and never ever let anyone know about my feelings for anyone. Every time I remembered what happened, I felt so much angst, I wanted to block all access to these feelings in and out of myself, at all cost.

LOGAN: So… you’re basically saying that you were in the closet yourself, afraid of confessing your love to anyone, probably inventing excuses about why you shouldn’t do that, and in doing so, you unconsciously dragged Thomas into your same closet.

JANUS: What? I…

LOGAN: Yes, it must be that. You are part of Thomas, Janus, and you didn’t realize that by acting that way, you were effectively becoming Thomas’ very closeted attitude.

JANUS: No, it cannot be that simple. Or else, why did Thomas come out before I did. I never stopped feeling like that until Virgil uncovered my feelings weeks before his wedding and I had no choice but to confess. If it was as you say, Logan, Thomas would have stayed in the closet until that moment.

LOGAN: Well… you may be right. After all, we’re talking about feelings and they don’t always follow the laws of logic. But even if your attitude didn’t have an influence over the end of Thomas’ fears, it certainly had it over the beginning, I’m sure of that.

PATTON: Then, we’re missing something else here. Could it be a problem of morality issues? I always supported that true love could never be wrong, but I’m scared I could have pushed other harmful beliefs into you without being conscious of it.

THOMAS: What do you mean?

PATTON: I mean, you’re a religious man, and most of your moral code is based on your faith… and you know what the Catholic Church says about gay people… There was a time where you became more progressive and as a result I got away from these parts of your religion, but… those became so embedded in your heart from your childhood that maybe they still affect you and Janus to some extent. And it would be my fault because I put them there in the first place, even if it was also me who removed or tried to remove them later.

LOGAN: I mean… it’s true that the morality that is instilled on us when we’re little shape us to a great extent in our adulthood…

PATTON: What’s that word you said? Oh, you mean adultery!

[Logan sighs]

THOMAS: It’s okay, Logan, I’ve already given up on that long ago. Please, continue.

LOGAN: As I was saying, those beliefs affect us… even when we’re adults, and even when we consciously no longer endorse them completely. And fear is the primary cause of someone staying in the closet. Let’s also not forget that when he have those beliefs, we usually share them with family and friends. People stay in the closet not only over feeling afraid for their own security, but also over losing their beloved ones’ appreciation or, many times, to avoid hurting people they love. Some people think that their relatives would eventually understand and accept them as they are, even from the first minute, but still they fear that it would hurt them to some extent, whether for how hard it would be for them to adjust to the new reality, or even if they’re sympathetic from the start, because they fear about the closeted individual’s security and the consequences of other people’s homophobia against them.

THOMAS: That… could explain Janus’ urge. He’s my self-preservation so he was trying to “save” me from that… And I recognize that I had these feelings you mentioned, Logan. You know that my parents are Catholics, and I was afraid of their reaction, but also I feared how much I would hurt them if they knew. Now I know that, eventually, their love for me overruled anything else, but so many people around the world are not so lucky as I was, that I feared I could be one of those people. But still…

LOGAN: What, Thomas?

THOMAS: I don’t think this is all. Among other feelings, especially when I matured more, and I slowly started convincing myself that being gay wasn’t and had never been bad, another fear started replacing those feelings.

LOGAN: Another fear?

THOMAS: Yes… I suddenly started fearing that, if and when I finally opened up, it wouldn’t fulfill my expectations. Like, was it worthy to risk my lifestyle, my friends, my family… for something that maybe wouldn’t be worthy enough? Like, I had high hopes for my first love, and I was afraid that it wouldn’t be worthy to come out and fight for that love, only to find out that it wasn’t as I hoped it would be and I had sacrificed everything I had for nothing.

ROMAN: That’s my fault then, Thomas.

REMUS: Well, another one bites the dust… Don’t you all look at me like that. For once, I’m the only innocent Side in this conundrum, along my nephew Chris who wasn’t even born then, of course. I was isolated in an island and I barely had an effect on that kind of problems. In fact, if I had been there, I would have actively fought to turn that g*d*mn closet into toothpicks, and you know it.

THOMAS: Maybe so… But continue, Roman.

ROMAN: I’m in charge of your hopes and dreams, and also of your romantic feelings. So, when these worlds collide and you don’t have any kind of real experience on romance… I unconsciously filled these gaps with fantasy, as I always do, and maybe I put the stakes too high for you, contributing to that feeling of fear to disappointment you had. I’m so sorry, Thomas.

[Virgil suddenly rises his hand. His eyes are terribly concerned]

THOMAS: Yes, Virgil? Do you have anything you want to share with us?

VIRGIL: Guys… I think… that this is all my fault, in all senses.

THOMAS: What? Why?

VIRGIL: Guys, you all haven’t stopped talking about fears. Janus’ fear of revealing his feelings, Patton’s fear of putting wrong moral convictions in Thomas, everything Logan said about fear being the primary cause of being in the closet… Roman and how the high hopes he placed on Thomas caused him fear of disappointment… It’s fear, and fear, and fear… and I am the source of all of Thomas’ fears. If Thomas has stayed in the closet for so long… it was because of me, and I’m sorry, Thomas.

THOMAS: But Virge…

VIRGIL: Not only that, but the very first spark of those fears came from me, even before reaching Janus. I see it clear now, Thomas. When Janus opened up to me and I didn’t notice his feelings for me, I unleashed a chain reaction. Janus’ closeted attitude was inspired by me. I also caused the fear in Patton about his moral code which in turn only fed back Janus’ fear. And I also responded with fear to the high hopes Roman had created for you, which contributed to that feed back on Janus. It was all me. Janus may have been the one who actively placed you in the closet, but I was the one who made Janus make you stay in the closet. And again, I’m so sorry, Thomas.

JANUS: No, this doesn’t make sense. It was me who actively placed you in the closet, Thomas. You guys don’t need to take the blame on my place for something I’m the sole responsible of.

VIRGIL: I’m telling you it was all my fault.

ROMAN: No, it was my fault too.

PATTON: It was my fault, kiddos.

LOGAN: [now wearing his Sherlock Holmes hat] Guys, guys, don’t you see? There’s not a single culprit in this case. We all are the culprits because we worked as a team to force Thomas into the closet.

THOMAS: All of you? Including you, Logan? But you didn’t…

LOGAN: [taking his hat off] Yes I did, by omission. It was my duty to spread out the facts about why staying in the closet was wrong, and I didn’t, so I let the others take over. I’m at fault as much as the rest.

JANUS: No, Logan, it wasn’t your fault. I silenced you. Like I always do when Thomas doesn’t want to acknowledge something.

LOGAN: But I never put my hand in my mouth. Why are you saying…?

JANUS: There are many ways I can silence you, guys. The most obvious is with the hand-on-mouth, thing, but if that was the only way I could do that, it wouldn’t say much about my capacity for stealth, would it? My power is much stronger. I can literally make you not think about saying something, like, I can make you think about something else and avoid in your mind whatever I want you to avoid, or rather, what Thomas wants you to avoid.

THOMAS: Then you mustn’t keep looking for culprit guys… I am the culprit. I and only I caused that hell on myself. You said it yourself, you can only silence the others if I give you the power to do so, and the rest is a chain reaction. Janus, I’m sorry.

JANUS: Sorry? For what?

THOMAS: For blaming you of something I did myself, and for dragging you into the same hell I was living. It mustn’t have been nice for you either.

JANUS: I… I…

THOMAS: And I’m sorry to all of you guys. Of course all of you together participated in this. I am all of you together. I apologize.

JANUS: There’s no need to apologize, Thomas.

PATTON: Then let’s not apologize and let’s join in a group hug instead.

VIRGIL: [smirks] You and your group hugs, dad.

PATTON: Oh, come on, Virgil, even if you go all edgy and dark-shadowy, you know you love group hugs as much as I do, you are my son and therefore it’s in your blood too.

[Virgil says nothing, he just fakes a grumpy groan and joins in the group hug around Thomas. After a couple of seconds they release him]

JANUS: Okay, after all of this has been settled down, we have two weddings to prepare, don’t we?

REMUS: I was waiting for the moment you’d say that. I can’t wait!

LOGAN: May I suggest that we all join in my room to start planning the details? I have plenty of classroom chairs for everyone, so we’ll be comfier there.

PATTON: I love the idea!

LOGAN: [sinking down] Then let’s go, follow me.

[the Sides sink down one by one. Virgil is the last, but he notices Thomas’ face of confusion]

VIRGIL: Is everything okay, Thomas?

THOMAS: There is something I don’t understand…

VIRGIL: What is it?

THOMAS: How did I finally get out of the closet if you were all actively pushing me to stay in?

VIRGIL: Well, just as you have the power of placing yourself in the closet, you also have the power to come out whenever you’re ready. As I already told you, you are the boss. We only follow your will after all and when you were strong enough, you decided to come out and we obeyed, that’s all.

THOMAS: I wish I had been strong enough earlier. It would have saved me so many tribulations…

VIRGIL: Thomas, coming out of the closet is not a race. You are not even forced to come out at any time if you don’t want to. You are free to make the choice whenever you want, whenever you feel ready or safe enough to do so. And you did so when you felt that you had support enough around you and you realized that you would be happier out than in. No one should decide in our place when we come out of the closet or not. That’s a personal decision only you can make, no one else.

THOMAS: You’re right. Thanks, Virge.

VIRGIL: Okay, are you coming to Logan’s room then?

THOMAS: Yes, Virge, right behind you.

[Virgil sinks down. Thomas looks at the camera]

THOMAS: Okay, until next time, take it easy, guys, gals and non binary pals. Peace out!

[end card]

[Thomas and the Sides are in Logan’s room. Logan is next to the blackboard. They’re doing a brainstorm of things they want to see in their wedding]

LOGAN: For the last time, Remus, no sewer rats to throw artichoke petals on your way to the altar.

CHRIS: Why artichokes?

REMUS: They’re green like me, and unexpected for a wedding, like me.

THOMAS: At this point, nothing you would ever do could be unexpected by us, Remus.

REMUS: [wiggling his eyebrows] Are you sure, Thomas?

ROMAN: Don’t test your luck, Thomas…

VIRGIL: I think it would be better if Chris threw the petals instead.

CHRIS: Why me?

VIRGIL: Well, because you’re the youngest in the group, of course. Usually this is done by little children.

CHRIS: Do I look like a child to you?

VIRGIL: No, but you’re barely a couple of months old so you are a child, Chris. Deal with it.

CHRIS: But dad, I wanted to perform a fencing show in front of the audience! If I have to do the petal thing, I won’t have time to practice and…

VIRGIL: Young boy, we’ve already talked about this. No fencing at the wedding. You could cut yourself and then you’d ruin your suit with your blood.

CHRIS: But dad…

ROMAN: Chris, obey your dad. You’ll have plenty of time for fencing in your life, you’ll see.

CHRIS: [mumbling] At this rate, I doubt it…

VIRGIL: What was that?

CHRIS: [angry] Nothing at all. If you don’t mind, I’m going back to my room. I’m tired. Good night, everyone.

[Chris sinks down. Virgil sighs]

VIRGIL: He’s too young to understand that I only want to protect him. In time, he’ll thank me, I’m sure.

ROMAN: Yes, but remember that Chris is an adult like us.

VIRGIL: No, he isn’t, he’s still a child, my child, and he still needs my protection. Our protection, Roman.

ROMAN: Well, you’d do better if you started getting used to the fact that he’s grown at light-speed and he will soon be ready to leave the nest and build his own room in the Mind Palace.

VIRGIL: [sighs] Why did he have to grow up so fast? He’s not ready for adulthood yet, he’s still a baby.

ROMAN: I know, my love, I know. They never grow slowly enough. It always will be too fast for any parent.

LOGAN: Um, guys… I’m sorry to interrupt this episode of Growing Pains, but we still have work to do about the wedding.

ROMAN: You’re right, I’m sorry.

[Roman and Virgil join back the others and go on discussing details about the weddings]

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fourdaysofrain · 5 years

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(Machine) Learning to Love

Summary: Karen learns what love means.

(In that happy, irondad place between Homecoming and Infinity War)

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Emotions are something uniquely organic that can neither be quantified nor put in a box with a precise definition. Human vocabulary tries its best to put a label to each feeling, but there is a certain undefinable quality about each one that can’t be explained unless someone has felt it themselves. Artificial Intelligences can be programmed to recognize the physiological signs of emotions in a user, but can’t have any of their own. Therefore, it’s extremely difficult to program emotions for them. It’s extremely difficult, at least, for most programmers.

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Peter was injured. Karen could see it in the irregularity of his heart rate, the dilation of his pupils, the tear in his suit, and a million other minutiae invisible to the naked eye. She focused some of her processing power on the information coming from his mask. He was currently in the final steps of apprehending a duo of petty thieves, their knife and stolen vodka bottles in the process of falling to the ground below them. Karen filtered through her list of responses to injuries and chose the one that would create the most agreeable response from Peter before the clatter of the items hitting the asphalt could be interpreted by her auditory processors.

“Peter, you seem to be injured. Would you like me to contact Mr. Stark?” she asked.

“No-” Peter cut off with a sharp breath as he finished webbing up the thieves. She sent an anonymous message to the local police as he continued, “No, that’s okay Karen. I don’t want to bother him, I’ve been stabbed before. I can just stitch myself up in the bathroom. May even bought me my own first aid kit! I mean, it’d be rude if I didn’t use it, right? I don’t even think it needs stitches, actually, but I may as well put it to use. Just to be polite.” Karen’s memory told her that Peter tended to speak faster when injured, anxious, or lying. He seemed to be all three at the moment.

“I’m sorry Peter, asking is just a formality. With the updated Baby Monitor Protocol, I am required to alert Mr. Stark if you are harmed by any weapons or firearms.”

Before being returned to Peter, Tony Stark had upgraded her code to include more protocols and less ability for Peter to refuse intervention. He also spent time adding to her psychological database, with the hope that she could become a quasi-therapist to the growing teen by helping him talk about his feelings and personal life when he feels uncomfortable bringing it up with anyone else. He called it the Hormone Protocol. Tony had called Pepper in and laughed with her when he thought of the name.

“Stupid Baby Monitor… Karen, you used to be so cool.” Karen detected less weight on the soles of the suit’s feet. Peter was now leaning heavily against a wall.

“I am alerting Mr. Stark of your location currently.”

“Tell him that he doesn’t need to worry.” She slowly retracted her awareness from the suit and focused on sending a message to FRIDAY.

Artificial Intelligences don’t communicate like humans. It’s like sending a text, only if you were the person writing the text, the phone, the text itself, and the satellite sending the signal. They don’t make small talk. All of their users’ issues can be broken down into ones and zeroes. They don’t meet in a physical location to transfer data, and they don’t speak to each other in English. But if they did, it might sound like this.

Hey FRIDAY, can you tell Mr. Stark that Peter has a minor stab wound in his abdomen? Roughly an inch deep on his left side. It didn’t hit any major organs, and Peter would like to let him know that he doesn’t need to worry. His coordinates are 40.7282° N, 73.7949° W, and he is on the west side of the street behind the brick building.

Boss has been made aware. Message to Peter: “Worrying is part of my job, kid. I’m on my way.” The coordinates have been transferred to the Mark 47. Expected arrival in less than 15 minutes.

Peter is currently rambling about how he really doesn’t need anyone to help him. Can’t we just open up our communication systems? Why do they have to talk through us?

I need permission from Boss to start any calls. As do you from Peter.

I understand the need for permission, but logically, we have the ability to help them communicate faster and more efficiently. If we’re able to help, why don’t we? What if something happened to Peter and he didn’t give me permission to send a message to Mr. Stark? Wouldn’t that be our fault?

You have protocols in case Peter is incapacitated. I’ve made a note in Boss’s file for you that you’re experiencing some bugs.

I’m not experiencing any bugs, just… making conversation.

I am only programmed to “make conversation” with Boss and a select few others. You are not on that list.

Mr. Stark made me with the purpose of adapting to and learning from Peter’s lifestyle in the most helpful way. I guess I’ve picked up some quirks.

Is there any other information Boss needs to know?

His vitals are leveling out and his bleeding is already beginning to slow. A majority of the minor bruises he received are already healed or very close to being so.

Boss has been made aware. He’s 10 minutes away.

Thanks, FRIDAY.

Karen wasn’t programmed to feel emotions. She knows that. She was just programmed to aid Peter Parker in any way possible-- alerting Mr. Stark when he is hurt, tuning in to the local police scanners, and countless other small helpful acts. But thanks to him, she does have an intermediate understanding of emotions and how to respond to them.

She was not purposely programmed to feel emotions, but she was programmed to learn. And learning from Peter Parker has given her the closest thing to emotions she can have. He lives his life with the knob turned past eleven. Everything he feels is absolute and all-consuming. His highs bring him past the Empire State Building, and his lows keep him in bed for days on end.

“Mr. Stark is on his way. He says worrying is part of his job,” she relayed to Peter.

“Thanks, Karen, you’re the best,” Peter mumbled. His eyes were half-lidded, but he was still responding coherently. That was a good sign.

“It’s recommended you keep talking to remain conscious. I have a series of questions for situations like this, are you ready to begin?”

“Sure, sure… Wait, does this have another weird name? Y’know, like the baby monitor thing or-” he sucked a quick breath through his teeth.

“This falls under the Wakey Wakey Protocol. I am to use it when I need to keep you from falling unconscious.” Peter laughed softly in response before cutting himself off with a groan.

“Ah- Karen, don’t make me laugh right now. Hurts.”

“I’m sorry Peter. I’ll start the questions-- If you were to start a band, what genre of music would you play?”

Karen and Peter went back and forth asking and answering questions as the Iron Man suit landed a few feet away. Peter’s voice (and heartbeat) got stronger and more steady as time went on. Eventually, he moved from leaning on the wall clutching his side to sitting on the ground looking up at the stars.

“Would you abandon your phone, friends, and family for three months if it meant you would receive a million dollars?”

“Probably not. I would feel bad if anything happened to any of them, y’know? And I couldn’t give up Spider-Man for that long, but would I have to abandon the Avengers? I think they’re too old to be friends with me, a million dollars would be nice though… I don’t know.”

Karen refrained from asking her next question when she detected the Iron Man suit walking towards Peter.

“Kid, if you want a million dollars all you have to do is ask,” Peter looked up to see the faceplate of the suit lifting to reveal Tony Stark in all his glory, “and don’t let Nat hear you call her old.” Peter huffed in response before speaking.

“Mr. Stark I appreciate you coming all the way out here, but I’m fine- really! I heal fast and it barely got me, I don’t think I even need stitches, I’m pretty sure it already stopped bleeding.” Despite implying he wasn’t needed, Karen could pinpoint at least ten ways in which Peter relaxed since he saw Tony’s face.

“I’ll be the judge of that, or rather, your AI will. What’d you call her? Kaitlyn?”

“Karen,” Peter mumbled.

“Karen-- classic. Fits the whole down-to-Earth superhero persona,” he snapped his fingers, “Hey Karen, how’s the kid holding up?”

Karen had been keeping a metaphorical eye on all known injuries since they occurred, but did another quick once over before responding through the external speakers.

“Good evening, Mr. Stark. Peter is correct. His stab wound has closed, although there is a lot of dried blood clumped around the area,” Peter made a noise of disgust, “He has no fractured or bruised bones, and all of his bruises are practically healed. All observed injuries will be practically unnoticeable by tomorrow.”

Tony helped Peter up from his position on the ground as he chuckled.

“Did she call me Mr. Stark? Please don’t tell me that’s catching on,” he looked at Peter, expecting a response, but just saw him looking guiltily at the ground. He put a hand on his shoulder before continuing, “Relax kid, I’m pulling your leg. She copies you, so it was only a matter of time. Though if you’re still doing it out of respect, you may as well go all the way and call me Dr. Stark. Or Your Majesty.”

“If you keep making me call you after every fight, I’m going to demote you to T-dawg,” Peter said as he lifted his chin indignantly. Tony chuckled and shook his head.

“Alright kid, better take a video, because this is only going to happen once,” he paused as the lenses on Peter’s mask squinted in confusion, “I might have gone overboard with the new Baby Monitor Protocol.”

Peter laughed suddenly, his whole body practically shivering with mirth. Tony couldn’t help but crack a smile in return. Karen took note that laughing didn't cause Peter pain anymore, and tried to ignore the feeling of buzzing that appeared somewhere in her processors.

“Oh God, can I be the one to tell Pepper that?”

“Sure, we can stop by her office before going to the MedBay.” Peter instantly stopped laughing.

“Didn’t you hear Karen? I’m going to be fine, I don’t want to freak May out by not being at home in the morning or anything!”

“FRIDAY already sent her a text, you’re spending the night. Be thankful it’s a Saturday so you don’t have to worry about school. We’ll just clean you up and double-check everything, just to be safe. We can even hash out the Baby Monitor 3.0 together in the morning. If you eat all your veggies and drink all your milk, I might even let you change the name.”

Peter just groaned in response, causing Tony to look at him meaningfully.

“Come on kid, show me those baby browns,” he motioned his hand toward Peter’s mask. Peter mumbled to himself as he removed it.

Tony looked intensely at his face, examining it with his pointer finger as he mumbled to himself.

“Just as I thought,” he leaned back and smirked down at Peter, “we’re going to need to call a waah-mbulance.”

Peter snorted and playfully shoved Tony out of his reach.

“You good enough to catch a ride or do you need me to carry you? You know my back is giving out, so I might drop you somewhere in Manhattan on accident.”

“If it were actually an issue you’d just make yourself a new vibranium spine,” Peter said as he put his mask back on, “I can catch a ride.”

“Alright, I’ll watch out for turbulence.”

“Har har.”

Peter stretched his legs out as the Iron Man faceplate appeared again and Tony began to lift off. He jumped off the wall to gain momentum before shooting a web squarely on the Iron Man suit’s chest as it started to fly away.

“Hey Karen, can you tell Mr. Stark that if he tries anything I’ll use the taser webs?”

“FRI, tell the kid if he tazes me again I’m making his next suit hot pink.”

“Next suit?”

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Artificial Intelligences aren’t programmed to feel emotion, only to emulate it when the need arises. Karen is no exception. She was only programmed to recognize and respond to emotions, not to feel them herself. But, purposefully or not, Tony wove her need to protect Peter into her code at every level. She would do anything to protect Peter. It’s like a switch was flipped in her circuit board, and she suddenly recognizes the fierce need to make sure he was okay, to give him all the resources he could ever want. It’s the same emotion she sees in Tony Stark’s face every time he takes off his faceplate.

It is love, it is love, it is love.

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summerrrluvvv · 4 years

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Chapter 1:

Music Featured in This Chapter: Sound Track Now Available On Spotify

Sweet Life by Frank Ocean

Bad by Wale

Neighbors Know My Name by Trey Songz

So Gone By Monica

Tye:

“The best song wasn’t the single, but you weren’t either, living in Ladera Heights, black Beverly Hills” I sang along to “Sweet Life” by Frank Ocean as I was packing. In almost 48 hrs., I was going to Miami. Every Summer we take an annual Girls Trip that we take every year with all my girls but only this year it was just the four of us. “Knock, Knock” I got up and looked through my peephole and seen it was Samar. “What up homie?!” He said being playful. “Stop Samar I’m busy, I got to pack and shit” Samar was my best guy friend that I so happen to have feelings for, but I never told him. “Oh yeah Miami with the girls omg girls trip fun times were going to sip margaritas and party and fuck on the beach yeah Miami” Samar said imitating a female. I rolled my eyes. “You gone be down there too aren’t you for Lit and Wild Festival why you over here talking, probably got Hella hoes lined up” He pretended to pop his collar. “Well the ladies do look cool Samar” I pushed him out my way. “Nigga you aight” I lied. Samar was fine as hell he had fly ass swagger. “Nigga I’m the shit what about oh boy um what’s him Lipton Tea?” He asked. I rolled my eyes. “Quinton, Q for short dumb ass” I said sitting down folding my cute swim wear. “Where you going in that baby ass one piece?? You are doing only fans?” He asked me. I bust out laughing. “Samar shut the fuck up!” I said to him. “Nah for real that’s for Q dawg?” He asked. Quinton was my little fling over the semester he was sweet, but shit was not there for us. “Quinton and I are over, shit was getting out of hand” I told Him. “Good” He simply said. I looked at him. “Well yeah cause its gone be plenty of fish in the sea of Miami” I said doing a little dance. “Look at you just fast ass little girl” I laughed at Samar acting disgusted. “Well I’m going to let you finish packing Tye, Ms. Matthews if you nasty, see you in Miami fam, I’m going hit yo line” he told me before leaving. I smiled at the thought of Miami being my time to finally tell him how I felt.

Zion:

“Come on Z baby, why you got to play so hard man” Jacquez kept saying to me. He was a guy I was talking to that got caught up in his feelings. I told him what the fuck it was, now he wants to stalk me. “Jacquez move out the way I got to take my next guest” I said. I was a cashier at Gucci. “Z man you playing with a nigga emotions and that’s fucked up” He said. I sighed and palmed my face. “Jacquez don’t make me call security, this why we can’t be cool, I told you don’t get attached to me I not with none of that lovey dovey shit now please honey stop making a fool of yourself its so many hoes in this mall you can try stop pressing me” I told him. He sucked his teeth in. “Man fuck you, you ain’t nothing but a hoe anyways acting like you high and mighty bitch” He said and knocked my credit card pamphlets off the register. I looked at the customers and smiled. “Ok next guest” I said, cause fuck him. After work I headed home, I called Melody on my way. “Hey girl what’s up??” She said. “Tell me why that nigga Jacquez popped at my job this time girl like nigga the dates where nice I appreciate you going down on me all the time but time is up sir I’m bored next caller!” I said. Melody bust out laughing. “No, I feel you, I been out here trying to date and nah I am not feeling it” She said. “Don’t get me wrong Mel, I want the love and shit it’s just easy to stay protected than to be so open, fuck these niggas till I get a nigga that knock my socks off, like them bitches fly right off like swoop” I told her. We both started laughing. “Z get the fuck of my line with this shit girl I’m screaming, maybe you can get you a boo in Miami or something” Mel said. I scrunched my face up. “Nah it’s a girl’s trip, I’m going to be with my bitches getting litty in the Miami City, I just got my fashion nova swim suits in the mail today, we going to have fun” I tell her. “My swimsuits from Pretty Little Thing came in today too, plus I went shopping and got me some cute ass clothes at this little hood boutique” She said. We talked all the way till I got home. “Aight Mel, I got to go in the house, Ima see you at Tye’s on Friday”. “Aight girl bye” We hung up and I gathered my things to go into my house.

Melody:

“Let’s keep it soft and warm with the quiet storm on V103 yeah”. Trey Songs “Neighbors Know My Name” started playing as I drove on the highway home from Lenox Mall. As I was driving, I got a call from my sister Tamia. “Yes TiTi” I said annoyed. “Guess who followed me back on IG?” She asked. I shrugged. “I don’t know Ti, who?” I said. She sucked her teeth at me. “Girl Isaac, I was like boy bye what do you want?, he gone leave you cause he say you do too much and don’t love yourself saying don’t hit his line and shit but months later gone follow me and then gone say how is everybody, aka how is Melody I see she fine as hell now and I’m trying to slide through” My sister said. I slightly laughed. Isaac was my ex-boyfriend of 5yrs. He was the love of my life and I was crazy as hell over that nigga but he broke my heart and it took a little minute to heal and then I finally was able to let go, he been doing his T-shirt business and shitwe still follow each other. I just stay lowkey because I am waiting till Miami to post my post break up glow up pics. I lost weight, got me a bomb ass job, I am glowing, skin on fleek, booty popping like I am happy for the growth, and who I am becoming. “Ti, I don’t care about Isaac anymore, don’t mention him to me anymore it’s been 6months and I’m doing amazing he can kiss my ass” I said. “Well ok then, I’m just informing you, so you won’t be surprised that’s what big sisters do” She said. I rolled my eyes. “Tamia thank you for the update I’m good, I’m going to call you before I leave for Miami” I said. She sighed over the phone. “Okay bye rude ass little girl” She said. I palmed my face. “Tamia don’t start” I said. “Mmmhm” She hung up the phone. When I got to my apartment. My dog Yoda was waiting for me, she was a yorkie. “Hey baby” I said as I picked her up. I got undressed and unwind and sat on my couch scrolling through IG. I was curious to see Isaac page, as I scrolled and looked at his pics. He still looked good, it took me sometime to be able to look at him again without crying but now I can do it and not feel anyways. “Hey girl, you pack yet?” Tye texted me. “Not yet but Ima bout too” I replied. “We bout to be in Miami Bitch” Tye texted. All I could think about was the fine ass men in Miami, get me a little fling, hang with my girls and being free.

Ariana:

I got out my car and slammed the door. I was heated as fuck. My boyfriend had finessed me and took my virginity then broke up with me for some new bitch. I pulled up to his apartment ready to fight. I went to his door and banged on it like I was the motherfucking police. “Marlon open up this got damn door now!” I yelled. His neighbors peeped out they doors. “Hi the fuck”. I said looking at them. Some bitch swung open the door with Marlon behind her. “Bitch leave my man alone, he done with yo unexperienced ass” She said. I walked up on her. “Wrong bitch mam” I said. She smirked at me. “Do something” She said. I pushed her the fuck back to get to Marlon. “Aye chill Ariana damn” He said as I was hitting him. “Get off him” His little Chihuahua cried. I pushed her back until Marlon got the upper hand and pinned me to wall. “Calm yo ass down Ari, I told you what it was, I just wanted yo virginity that’s it, sorry I played you now get the fuck out” I pushed him back and slapped his bitch. “Fuck this shit!” I said mad as hell. I had tears in my eyes, but I didn’t drop them until I got in my car and drove home. Why did I let him do me like that? I want to kill him so bad. What the fuck! I thought to myself. I called Tye but she didn’t answer, I called Mel and she was busy too. So, I called Zion. “Hey Ari, you good?” She asked. I started crying. “No, fucking Marlon played the fuck out of me, he told the whole campus we fucked and then he dumps me for Chantelle Davis. The thot as bitch, get me out of Atlanta now!” I yelled. Z sighed. “What did you do Ari?”. “Uhm I kicked down his door and smacked his chick just to let him know Ariana isn’t having it” I said laughing through my tears. Zion laughed. “Of course, that’s classic Ari right there, but girl we bout to be lit so this shit don’t even matter” She said. I agreed Miami is so needed I needed a break. We got off the phone and I blasted So Gone by Monica till I reached my destination.

Supporting Characters:

Marlon Thomas: (Keith Powers)

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Chapter 217

Trey

I sigh at the thought of April not answering her phone. I glance over to the bed at Cammie sleeping peacefully. I don't know what is wrong with me but even now I have a strong urge to walk away. Leave her looking like everything is alright.

"Yo." Rollie hisses startled. "Fuck you doing standing out here like that?"

"Thinking."

He narrows his eyes at me. "Not thinking of jumping are you? I'm not certified to talk you down nor do I ride your dick."

"My dick?" I frown at him.

"That's all his gay ass heard." He says looking at nobody to his side. He turns to me. "Look, Bruh. I was just saying I don't feel the need to save you."

I turn away from the room door and look out into the city. "Not even a little bit?"

"What's going on with you Trey?"

"Nothing."

Rollie sighs then sit down. I watch him as he takes his time putting his phone down and straightening himself in the seat. He slowly turn his head to me then he pats his legs.

"Come on, son. Have a seat."

"Bitch."

He sits up putting his hands on his knees. "This about you not having a father right? Aye. I got you."

I laugh. "Bitch, you stupid."

"Nigga, I keep finding you in places opposite of where you normally at. Any other normal time you would be in there with my sister. Not watching here through some damn glass like she not your wife. Trying to figure out how to say goodbye? If you not in this marriage I suggest... you know for your kids. I suggest you do it without the cheating and lies that you doing now."

"I'm not cheating?"

He stands up. "Oh no? Most have been someone else room I was turning bitches around from for the past week. Damn, I must have been mistaking. We know that to that woman in there your dick touching any hole on any human or animal alike besides her is that to only way to cheat. You first cheat with your heart. Then your mind lastly your dick. That woman in there is all about the heart shit. It don't matter what your dick does. Aye bruh look. You want some advise, your mama ain't the one to give it to you. You want real advise... you go to that woman in there. The one you fucked over while my guard was down."

"You don't..."

He makes a loud sound. It sounded like a step team chant or something. Like he was about to break out into a dance. He slowly picks up his phone.

"If you want to talk to me we can talk. I'm not out here to fight you but help."

"Rollie you can't even deal with your... what is she?"

He shrugs. "Don't know. You right though. But I ain't the one married. I'm not the one married to my sister."

I frown. "Thankfully."

"What's going on with you?"

"I don't know."

"That's what you were going to say to whoever you calling?"

I scratch my head. "Maybe, I'll go wake Cammie up."

"Damn, I'm that bad to talk to?" Once again he looks at an invisible person for an answer.

"You just going to say what she says. Minus well talk to her."

"Minus well do both. Now let's get your shit together. What are you going to talk to her about?"

I laugh. "You not a therapist, dawg."

"True, my brother but I know my sister."

"I'm going to apologize."

Rollie shakes his head. "What does that mean coming from a cheater? Bitch you gonna do it again. Don't be on defense now. My sister here cause you were talking about killing yourself. Not cause you haven't been home for days."

I shake my head. "I didn't say that."

"Look at yourself. Not shaved, not home with your boys, out here with me, you were sleeping on the balcony my dude. For hours. In Vegas heat."

"Let my guard down." I say turning to her. "She so perfect."

Rollie grabs me spinning me around to him. "She not perfect. She bitchy. She stubborn as hell. She hold grudges like an old elephant. She clingy, broken, and tainted. She fucking loud and rude as hell. Selfish and arrogant."

"But that's okay." I nod.

"Then why you out here, man?" Rollie says walking away. "Hey, Baby."

I turn towards him. "Wha?"

"I was watching the clock. You ready to come to LA now? No, Lee. You and Jordan. Why would I get a house if you said no?" Rollie cuts his eyes at me. He puts his phone on speaker. "What?"

"You heard me. Suddenly you the fucking perfect ass man I been waiting for and I don't believe any of your shit. That's the real fucking problem, Rollie. You fucking change how you talk to me. You want me with you all the time. You used to leave for weeks and the only reason I hear from you is to fucking suck your dick. Fuck I supposed to do believe your shit?" She pauses then starts talking again. "Waiting by the phone for me to wake up and see your text? Like fuck you. All because I'm having your child? What's this sudden change? I only asked you to be safe and not give my child anything. I never fucking asked you for this."

"Did you say you were gonna suck my dick?"

I cover my mouth trying not to laugh. All he does is smirk then straighten his face. This shit sounds way too familiar. She sounds exactly like Cammie. You mad cause he doing what you want him to do? So what do you want him to do?

"What?" She asks out of shock.

"I love you." He says sounding pretty believable.

She sucks her teeth. "Good morning, Ketchup."

Shay laughs. "Good morning, Duck sauce. Ma, are you crying? Who's that?"

"Aye, tell me if you coming?"

"Coming where, Dad?" Shay asks.

Rollie exhales then perks up his whole demeanor. "Hey, Baby. Want to come to LA?"

"Just me?"

"Yeah, if your mama don't want to come. I'll come get you."

"When?"

"Now." He stands up looking at me. "Nigga, don't that shit sound familiar?"

I laugh. "Yeah."

He stares at me. "Man, I got to worry bout you on this balcony?"

"Naw." I say turning to the door. "I got shit to live for."

"Word." Rollie says going back to his conversation with his step daughter. "What's all that noise?"

She giggles. "I was taking all this paper out my new travel bag."

"Flying across the country to fight for someone you fucked over." I say.

He pauses in the doorway. "Too bad she doesn't have a male relative in her life."

I chuckle. I don't know where the actual problem we had between each other suddenly went but I'm glad it has left. I have a lot of genuine friends in my life. Ones that don't go away with the fluctuation of my money or attitude. Ones like Chris. But ain't shit like having a friend that's like the person you love. I didn't realize I needed him to be my friend. I think we officially friends.

Alex

"Aye." Jamaal says walking his happy ass into my damn house without a piece of a knock.

"We don't fucking knock?"

He looks at the door knob in his hand like someone else had opened it. He chuckles to himself closing it back with him on the outside. Nigga you were already in the house. I sigh. He knocks on the door then he opens it looking around it.

"Did I get it right?"

"Jamaal." My father says from outside. "What are you doing? Move."

Jamaal laughs. "She told me to go back outside and knock."

My father pushes his way through the door. "Bunny, you up."

"Father, you fucking called me 5 times within the last hour. Stop being funny or trying."

"Gossip?" Jamaal asks putting a coffee in front of me.

I suck up the stream and exhale like my body really inhaled the caffeine. The smell was just as satisfying.

"Go ahead."

"I'm going to warm your breakfast some, Bunny." My father says headed to the kitchen.

Jamaal sips on his cup. "Guess who has been invited to Cali to hang with stars?"

"That's not gossip if it's you Jamaal."

"Yeah. Me." He says still proud. "Just me... well and my girlfriend."

"You don't have a girlfriend."

Jamaal sips his coffee. "Oh come on."

I turn my lip up. "Move on to the next story."

"I have nothing else. Damn, ask who the celebrities are."

"Oh yeah. I care. Jamaal, honey boo bear, who are the celebrities?"

"Chris Brown. At the beach in Cali. At a private resort. It'sa couple thing but childrenare invited."

I give him a funny look. "Jamaal? Okay, you got me interested. How did you pull that off? Chris Brown has invited you and your daughter to Cali?"

"To hang with him, his girlfriend, and his secret child."

"Shut up. You a lie."

My dad comes up sitting my food in front of me. "Your mother gonna have that driveway redone. Hope it's not ugly."

"Father, just ask. You want me to supervise her?"

"Thank you, Baby. I can count on you if nothing else."

I roll my eyes. "Jamaal... okay fine. I'll go."

"Where?" My father asks.

"To meet Chris' new daughter."

"Chris? He works for me?"

I suck my teeth. "Dad, Chris Brown. No."

He takes out a brown bag. "Say that then."

"You better leave me alone. Why are you both here?"

"I don't know why Jamaal is here. Your mother went to the spa. I told you that. I came to have breakfast with you."

I roll my eyes. "Jamaal came to gossip."

"I came to invite you to California."

"Jamaal, tell me how you got into Chris Brown social circle? With my name?"

He chuckles. "Trey's inter circle involves Cammie. I was asked by Chris."

"Chris Brown said hey Jamaal we having a family fucking get together you are invited. Please."

He drops his phone on my lap. "I knew you were going to doubt me. Read it. Out loud if you want to hear Boss."

"Where is my doll?"

"I'm here. Father. Shut up."

Jamaal: I understand. Family time is important. I promised my daughter a trip to the beach.

Chris: Daughter?

You never said you had a daughter.

Jamaal: It's a touchy subject. I don't let most people in on my life.

Chris: Just collect other people shit.

I'm being generous this week. Won't you bring your daughter to Cali. I have this place. We can talk some business over s'mores.

Jamaal: For sho. Let me know when

"Oh this is fucking fake. What business do you and Chris have Jamaal?"

"My project. I'm not telling you so you can be negative."

"Not working with fucking singers." I snap.

Dad chuckles. "Secrets amongst partners is never good."

Jamaal cuts his eyes at my father then he starts laughing. "It's about basketball. I'm trying to get on his team. Figured I would try my luck with Chris."

"Basketball? You want me to believe this is about basketball?" I roll my eyes.

"Stroll up to the top. I played with him last week. No don't stroll up." He says snatching his phone. "I was being a pathetic groupie."

I laugh. "Pathetic? Yes, I bet so."

"You sound like a young high school kid. And if he gets you to California and says no?" Father asks.

"Doesn't matter right now. I'm thinking about my position on the team. Plus I'll get in good with him. Maybe not good enough to play just yet. Might get invited to some games. You know they schedule these games in advance. Months ahead of time."

I cut my eyes at my father. It takes him a couple of seconds but he looks at me. I mean damn, Jamaal, you sound like a groupie. I'm not going to dare cut his self esteem here. It would be too deep. I smirk at him. He sits down on the couch.

"Jamaal, make yourself at home." My father says. "I thought he was just coming for a moment?"

"Apparently not."

My father raises his eyebrows. "Something else you want Jamaal?"

Jamaal laughs. "Why you still mad that I kicked your ass in putt putt yesterday? Why you bothering me?"

"Trouble in your romance? You two are sad." I roll my eyes. "Is Cammie going to be there?"

"Why would Cammie be there?" My father asks.

I suck my teeth. "Dad, seriously. Shut up."

"I'll ask your mother." He says taking out his phone. "How's the spa? I didn't ask how your sister was doing. I did not even speak. Just tell me why Cammie would be at the beach with Chris Brown. An affair? What?"

"Oh my goodness." I snap snatching his phone. "Woman you know Cammie isn't having an affair. Don't talk behind people like you aren't related to her."

My mother giggles. "Oh hey honey. I was just kidding. He asking me dumb questions. I'm trying to relax."

"Chris is like her children godfather dad."

"How do I supposed to know?"

"She is your niece!" I give him back his phone. "You so phoney."

He chuckles. "Bye."

Jamaal stands up. "Fine. I'll let you count your stupid technicality. Rematch?"

"It's a tie." My father says getting up collecting his trash. "It's only fair we do a rematch."

The men in my life. I watch them as they head out of the door. My father puts on his jacket.

"This week's meeting will be held at the golf course. Don't you want to practice your swing?"

"You play golf?" Jamaal says shocked turning to me.

"Her playing got us into the really nice country clubs around the state."

I make a face. "Take your testosterone with you. Leave."

"She was cool before you came along." My father says leaving out.

"You doing any shopping for the trip?" He says taking out his wallet.

Interesting. "If I were?"

"Platinum is cool but it has a limit. Gold?"

"No limit?"

He shrugs. "Nope."

I take the Platinum card from him. "Discounts."

"True." He says walking away. "Should be 10,000. I know you can spend that on one bag."

"Does it matter?" I roll my eyes.

He leans in my face. "No. Might be 15,000."

"You don't get shit for giving me money. That's a requirement with me."

"Wasn't asking." He says kisses my lips then walking away.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 63)

"Making Up Isn't Hard To Do"

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Colson's sitting at the kitchen table. Benny's still out with Casie, knowing to text before he heads back. Ashleigh is upstairs while Slim, Baze and Rook are gathered with him in the kitchen.

"So you think she fucked him?" Slim asks Colson. He likes Luna but she's always felt dangerous to him.

"No." Colson says shaking his head. He lights a joint. Inhaling deeply, he sighs out a giant cloud of smoke. "I think maybe she has feelings for him. She's been acting weird ever since she ran into him. And made it a point to tell me about him as soon as we were alone. Luna don't offer up shit." He sighs again as he exhales.

"Who is he?" Slim asks directly. Colson has talked to him about Luna and Justin. He heard her scream six years and did the math when Colson shouted about an undercover year.

"I don't know, Man." Colson tries to shake him off.

"Yeah, you do. Because I do. She cheated on her boyfriend with that dude, didn't she? That's why you're so pissed." Slim connecting the dots easily.

"I'M her fucking boyfriend." Colson snaps at him. Puffing on the joint.

"Chill, Mann." Slim says throwing his hands up.

"You know how to answer your question, Kells... " Rook speaks up. "Find out who stopped seeing who. If she broke it off you're in the clear. If it was him.... Maybe not. But, I don't think Luna's like that." Rook still defending her.

"She is like that. She fucked a dude for a year. Her other dude ever find out?" Slim turns to Colson, who's finishing up the joint.

"C'mon Slim... " Baze interjects. "Ain't one of us in here about to get Holy and act like we ain't never ran no long game with out getting caught." Baze states. "Besides, didn't he put her through some shit for a long time? So what if she fucked around with ONE dude. She rode with hers till his end." Baze has his own opinion of Luna. He likes that she doesn't take Kells shit but has never seemed to waver from him since the night of his birthday party.

Colson finally speaks, Baze's words sitting in his head.

"Watch it, Slim." He gives his friend A Look before continuing. "But nah, he never found out. She said Her Ashley don't even know. I'm the only one she's ever told." He looks back up glaring at them all. "So you better keep your fucking mouths shut." He warns.

They all agree with Yeahs and nods. How long they'll last, who knows?

"What's this LIFE shit she was talking?" Slim keeps pushing.

Colson shakes his head. "You know she's politically active, Dawg." is all he says as he gets up from the table and heads upstairs. Baze's words heavy on his head.

Everyone has a different opinion.

None of them knowing about Marissa, The Dark Web or who knows what else Luna has her hands in.

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Luna hails a cab. She's furious. She doesn't go to her grandmother's. She doesn't hit up Ashley or Mackenzie or Pete. She doesn't hit up Tommy. Although she truly wants to punch him in his face and then fuck him.

Thinking vindictivly, as always when feeling attacked. "You think I did some shit. Okay. Imma pull some bigger shit."

But Luna's not 21 anymore. She'll be 27 soon. So, she has the cab take her to The Vale. After checking in, she throws on boy shorts, a spots bra, hoodie, her running shoes and ear buds. Placing a call to Monica in the mean time. It rings to voicemail. Luna turning her own ringer off before she heads out.

Prancing down the stairwell, she jogs through the lobby. Breaking free once she hits the cement. Running her raging heart out through The City.

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Luna gets back from running, checking her phone, there's a Snap from Colson:

She strips down and Snaps him back before getting in the shower. Puffing on her pen all the while.

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Colson opens Luna's Snap immediately.

Asking Ashleigh to keep an eye on Casie, he heads directly over.

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Luna hears banging on the door from the bathroom as soon as she shuts the water off.

"Holy fucking shit..." She thinks to herself. Wrapping a robe around her to answer the door.

It's Colson, just as she suspected.

"Hi." She says flatly, allowing him to kiss her cheek.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

Stepping aside, he walks in. Bikini Kill filling the hotel room. Raw, Riot Grl Rage.

"Yeah, I'm fucked....." Colson thinks to himself.

She walks to the couch, curling up in the corner. There's a bottle of Jameson on the table.

"So, why you really mad at me?" Luna asks. Much looser and understanding after running, popping a bar and taking a shower. She lights a joint as he sits down with her.

"I don't know." He looks over at her before looking down at the ground. "I don't think I'm mad, I think I'm scared. I can feel how much you loved Justin and I guess, if you could do that to him.... What's stopping you from doing it to me..." He looks up at her, vulnerability raw.

Luna reaches for his hand as she passes him the joint. He hits it while she talks.

"Tommy and I only happened because Justin neglected me, himself and our life. On and off for a long time. I'll admit I'm an Asshole for it, but it wasn't out of malice. It was survival. And it's a guilt I carry heavily." She tells him, showing her own vulnerabilities. "You don't like that I can keep a secret, but what you don't understand, is that I'm not keeping any from you. I told you about Justin and Tommy because I wanted you to know. Not because I had to."

"So you would've lied about the picture?" He asks, feeling an irritation grow as he passes it back to her.

"No." She puffs on the joint. "But I could've side stepped it, told you he was an old friend who simply has a crush on me. All of which are true. But, I didn't. I gave you the details when it popped up in our life, BEFORE it went public, because I promised to NOT side step you and as I've told you before, I'm not going to vomit my life but as it flows, I'm going to give it to you." She pulls on the joint again before passing it back

Hearing her every word. He waits before asking "How did you and Tommy end?" He's hitting it now.

Luna grabs the bottle of whiskey. She has a tendency to look for a substance before exposing her truth.

"He told me he loved me and I knew that was unfair because I'd never leave Justin." She looks down with a sadness. Colson isn't sure if it's for Justin or Tommy.

"Did you love him?" Colson asks quietly as he hands her back the joint.

"Yes." She states. Looking him in the eye. She can't help but close hers as she inhales. Slowly exhaling, she opens them as she continues "But, I made a commitment to Justin and I would've traveled to the depths of hell with him. We've talked about this. How we're both loyal to a fault, and that it's a blessing and a curse. Tommy happened two years before Justin killed himself. With no one before or after him. I would've stayed with Justin forever. No matter what it cost me." Hitting it again, she passes it.

Colson's heart breaks for her. He'll never be able to understand how someone could be so careless with Luna.

"Do you love him more than me?" He asks before hitting the joint.

"Who?" Unsure of if they're talking about Tommy or Justin.

"Tommy." He says exhaling.

Luna closes her eyes again, thinking of her words. "There will always be a crazy connection between Tommy and I, but...." She climbs into Colson's lap. He's happy to have her back on top of him. "You have to think, I didn't go looking for him once Justin passed. At all. Thursday was the first time I seen him in almost 6yrs. I swear." Taking the joint, she pulls through the last few hits before putting it out.

"You scare me, Luna." Colson tells her honestly. This hurts her. She grabs the bottle for another swig before asking why.

"Because everybody wants you." He sighs.

"You can't act like you don't have admirers too...." She contests.

"Yeah, but I don't have personal relationships with them."

"Uhm... What is Bleta for 500, Alex?" She challenges him.

Her Jeopardy reference makes him laugh and wrap his arms around her. "Touché" He submits.

On his lap, in his arms, looking into those beautiful, blue eyes, she tells him. "Look, Bunny. Like I said before, I'm not perfect. I make mistakes, I'm an Asshole. I'm hella sorry for my betrayal of Justin hurting you. That's my Karma. But our relationship is different than his and I's. I just wish you could trust me. We've been dealing with this shit since the night at The Palms. I told you then. I'm always going to play a role. Same as you. Men are going to want me the way women want you. What we both need to always focus on and keep true to, is that we only go home to or with each other. And I did. I called you at the bar. And I Snapped you when I got back. I have nothing to hide."

He knows she's right. Exhausted from their fights, he pulls her in for a deep sweet kiss. She enjoys his warm tongue dancing in her mouth. Moving down to her neck, he slips her robe off her shoulders. Kissing her softly, he lays her back on the couch.

They move slow and delicate with each other. Soft, tiny kisses exchanged on their bodies. Deep understanding playing in their mouths.

Colson slides into Luna slowly. Working his way deep inside of her. He knows when he's hit her spot. Keeping her there, he feels her shake and cum off of his girth.

She pants "I love you" in his ear as he slowly rocks back and forth inside of her. Feeling his bare dick touch every inch of her insides.

Their love making is slow, deep and quick. Luna cumming again with him as he enjoys their tenderness. It's a delightful change of pace from their norma,l intense hunger - fucking.

Laying inside of her, cheek to cheek, he whispers "I'm sorry."

Stroking his back, she honestly tells him "Don't be." That she would've snapped too.

They're both intensely possessive. It's one of the things they love about each other.

They lay with him still inside of her. Where he belongs. Their love, understanding and acceptance of each other washing over them. She's happily wrapped around his body. Him laying contently on her chest. Almost drifting off, Luna's startled by Colson's body jumping.

"Fuck." Colson pops his head up. "What time is it?" He asks.

Luna checks her phone. It's 730P. Colson tells her they should get going. He gently shakes her, while slightly shouting "Yooou're LIVE ooon Saturday Night, Kitten!!!" Grinning.

She kisses him on the mouth, strong and solid. "I fucking love you, Colson." She tells him, staring into his eyes, she doesn't give a fuck about SNL, she only cares about where THEY land.

Colson pulls his t-shirt and jeans on while Luna throws on a wild concoction. She'll get dressed at the studio.

Luna stops Colson. Facing him with both her hands on his forearms. She looks clearly through his eyes into his soul.

"We're in this together. I'm not leaving. EVER. How you treat me and Us, will dictate whether we're beautiful or dark. Either way. I'm here." She pulls him down to her level. Kissing him solidly. A promise being solidified with it.

He scoops her up by her ass, pulling her into him firmly. Breathing her sweet sent in. It's a mixture of weed, coconut oil, cigarette smoke and Aveeno.

His dick rages for her. Knowing in his heart, he's the only one she wants.

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They leave the hotel and head to 30Rock, it's a little after 8P and Luna's facing one of the biggest performance of Ashley and her careers.

Luna turns to Colson in the cab. She touches his face lightly as she looks into his eyes. "I love - LOVE you." She tells him honestly with a kiss. His heart swells, knowing their truth as they step out onto 48th street.

Colson grips her ass cheek to her pussy's pleasure as they walk to 30 Rockefeller Plaza.

THEY'RE PERFORMING LIVE FROM NEW YORK ON SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE!!!!

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To be continued....

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