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shiny-jr · 2 months ago

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from SCARABIA

- Warning: Yes, this is still a yandere thing. You have been warned. Gender-neutral reader.

- Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper.

- Summary: (Continuation, after this “we just got a letter, wonder where it’s from”) You have barred them from entering the safety of Ramshackle Dorm, but they are determined to make their words reach you. Which is why the letters begin arriving at your doorstep.

- Note: Hey! Hey... How y'all doing...? I know it's been nearly two years since I updated this.

Pomefiore | Scarabia | Octavinelle

Jasmine. The scent of freshly ground jasmine tea leaves permeated the air, an attempt to cast a relaxing affect. However, it only had the opposite affect, as you knew enough to determine where the letter might've originated from. A vertical envelope sealed, with no wax seal or string to hold it shut. A perfectly normal envelope but labeled urgent.

Each word seemed so carefully planned, the ink creating coils and lines like woven fabric as if printed. It nearly felt too unnatural, from the formalness that spiraled into quick and rushed writing. After this many letters, you've picked up by now that the neatest ones likely have something to hide, but they likely got tired of hiding it. Pretty penned words and apologies in ink were used to conceal what the writer truly felt.

To the player,

Do not leave Ramshackle dorm tonight.

Mondays you visit Mr. S's Mystery Shop for the essentials. Tuesdays you sneak into the botanical garden. Wednesdays you spend time with Professor Crewel as he stays late to grade exams in the Alchemy Workshop. Thursdays you hide in the Coliseum as Coach Vargas rearranges equipment. Fridays you slip into the back of the library where Professor Trein is reading. Weekends you're either with Headmaster Crowley in the Hall of Mirrors or guarded in Ramshackle.

They know you leave Ramshackle at midnight. I just want to warn you. No one is supposed to be around at midnight. It should have remained a short moment away from the confines of Ramshackle, but, the same people you've been avoiding have heard about your nightly escapades.

I know I'm one of those people you're avoiding. Know that I'm not upset at you. I don't fault you for it. You've known my true nature for a while now, but you could realize that even I'm not twisted enough to stalk you and get your schedule all on my own. All that above? Information I heard. I don't approve of tracking you, not when you deserve to have peace and quiet if you want it. But I don't mind influencing a classmate or two with magic to hear what's going on inside each dorm when they're threatening your brief moments of peace. There's the obvious happenings, and the not so obvious ones.

That being said, you do know that I am willing to do what it takes to protect your space and to advance my standing above the rest. That's something I don't bother to hide around you. So, I'll tell you the happenings. The obvious that others have probably yapped about already... Malleus and his cohorts have taken up the task of guarding Ramshackle, so they know about your trips. Ignihyde is mostly quiet, but Ortho has been talking to Kalim a lot about "fun" plans to involve you in. Pomefiore maintaining their refined image to impress you when I doubt that it's all real.

The Leech twins have been particularly prone to violence recently, and Azul lacks his usual confidence although he tries to hide it. In Savanaclaw there's been multiple brawls because of the tension but Leona seems to be sleeping in more than before. Heartslabyul is as chaotic as ever, but it seems like they feel the most responsible for what happened. I've seen those two first years, Ace and Deuce, try to visit Ramshackle all the time but never get past the gate.

That's not all, but that's all I'll say about that for now.

I'm not trying to bother you, I can promise you that. I managed to put a stop to about ten plans Kalim was ready to set in motion just this week to grab your attention.

You realize what this is by now. I know you do. A warning from me, an attempt to redeem myself. Although "redeem" doesn't seem like a suitable word, because I don't really believe true redemption is possible. Not with what I allowed to happen to you. But I only care about myself, and you. No one else. So I don't care if their plans fail. In fact, I'm glad to tell you this, just so they won't see you.

Don't let them see you. They don't deserve it. None of us do. My advice to you: avoid your usual destinations for about a week or two. After a while, they'll start looking elsewhere. Give me a few more days, I'll start planting false rumors soon to throw them off. Like how you were spotted in the woods behind campus or the sports field. That will get them off your back for a while. If you plan to go to the cafeteria eventually for a meal, take the long way through the back. Hardly anyone goes that way. If you want a home cooked meal, let me know. I'll send something your way if you just ask.

One last warning. You're going to get a letter around the same time you'll get this one you're currently reading. It's an invitation from Kalim. Don't go. He's planning a surprise party with the exact people you're avoiding.

Anything you tell Kalim will eventually be told to others, you should know that. Anything you say to me will be kept a secret I will closely guard. If you want more information or greater details, something to be delivered since I imagine you'll be in Ramshackle for a while, or just desire new company for once... I'm here. Even if you don't want me, I'm here. With just one response from you, I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Tell me whatever you wish, and I'll see to it just to be back in your grace.

Awaiting your response.

Best wishes,

Jamil Viper

A chill traveled up your spine as you processed the message you just read. The window was right beside you, so you reached up to pull the string of the blinds, blocking out the sights in fear of someone watching through those very windows.

"Grim, we're going to have to take a rain check on our trip to the cafeteria tonight." Once you dropped the letter, you went window to window, closing and locking each one, pulling down the blinds and readjusting the curtains.

"Aww..." The feline watched in confusion as you moved around to check the locked front and back doors. Normally he would've immediately whined and complained about the canceled trip to the place with food, but he sensed your reemerging paranoia. Following you, his tail swished behind him as he walked on all fours. "What's with you? Was it something in that letter?"

Pulling on the door handle, you were only satisfied when it didn't budge. "Yes."

When you handed him the letter to read, his little paws grasped onto it and he handed you a second open letter that was unfamiliar. Sniffing the jasmine scented letter, Grim pulled away and plopped down with it. "I was reading that other one while you were distracted. It sounds fun and it would be worth going if they weren't crazy obsessed, you know."

Fun?

When you took a closer look at the letter Grim handed you, it was evidence that Jamil had told the truth in this instance.

Even from where you stood, you could make out the shimmer of the torn envelope forgotten in the living room floor feet away from where you stood. Grim has throughly torn through it, the exterior was white with a corner accidentally stained by black ink. The interior of the envelope shined like gold. Was it real gold? Probably not, but at this rate, anything was possible.

The letter was clearly perfumed, and each word was written far more casually than in other letters you had already read. Each word was written in clear black ink, and there seemed to be a doodle marking the end of every paragraph. There was a heart, a smiley face, and a star, just to name a few. Just by a glance, it didn't carry the same heavy content like the others did. There was only one person you could think of who would have written this.

Hi, Player!

You are invited to a celebration in your honor!

That's right. Tomorrow, at the Scarabia dorm, I'll be hosting a party just for you! There's gonna be every type of food you can think of, the best songs to dance to, and invitations have already been sent out. It's gonna be the biggest party this place has ever seen! I even imported some gifts from off campus to give you later. I'm sure you're probably wondering why throw a party after everything that happened, huh?

Well, I had two reasons. One, I wanted to use it as an apology. I'm sorry. I really really mean it. I know I keep saying it with every gift and letter I've sent you. I don't even have a clue if you've read the ones I sent before. I hope you've seen them. Did you at least like the bracelet I sent last time? It's real gold from my homeland!

The second reason was because I just really want to see you. Even if you just come by for a minute, just one dance or have one plate of food, that would be enough. It would make me happy. And maybe it might make you happy too? Jamil said it isn't a good idea, but its worth a shot! And really, we're all miserable without you. I figured that it would be a way to cheer everyone up, not just you and me. Right now, I think everyone could use a bit of festivity to lift their spirits. Especially you, and honestly, me too. Ever since you shut yourself in Ramshackle, everyone's been worried sick.

I hope you're doing better now! Admittedly, I still feel guilty about what happened. Whenever I think too much about it, I get scared when I imagine what you went through and what could've happened. I wish I could turn back time to when you walked into Scarabia and pretended to be someone else. My heart recognized you before my brain did, and I was too happy with you to even realize that the joy I felt in that moment was so familiar. It was familiar because I was with you, and I'm only that happy when I'm hanging out with you! I think about that day a lot, you know. But you didn't tell me it was you for a reason.

You were scared, weren't you? That's why you kept looking around so much back then. At first, I thought it was because you were curious of the dorm, but I was wrong. You weren't scared of me, were you? I hope not. You know I would never ever hurt you, right? Even when you were known as the "imposter," I didn't want to cause you any pain at all. I just wanted to ask: why? Why was this happening? Why had they caused Yuu to break down? Why were they doing it and causing us so much pain?

Because without you, we were hurting. Badly.

I was hurting, and I don't ever remembering feeling a pain like this. It feels worse than any sort of bitter poison or heartbreaking betrayal. I'm so, so, sorry.

I don't want to dwell on the past too much. It hurts to think about. I hope you'll be willing to at least consider forgiving me? It seems like a lot to ask, and I have no idea what you're thinking. I really want to see you, and hanging out again, and forget all this ever happened. But I can't do that, because I have to consider you, your thoughts, your opinion on everything.

Sorry, sorry, I don't want this letter to sound depressing. It's supposed to be an invitation! Everything's gonna be okay, it has to be. Soon, maybe, I'll get to see you again and everything will be right. I won't feel this pain in my chest anymore, once I'm with you. Right now, let me take this chance to just try and explain how much you mean to me... Uh, I never thought I would actually get this opportunity. It doesn't feel real. I don't even know if the right words exist that capture my emotions. Let's see... When I wake up in the mornings, you're the first thing on my mind as the sun comes up. When I fall asleep at night, you're all that's in my dreams as the sun goes down.

People think I'm too hopeful, too naive, when it comes to you. But I'm not! One day, I know we'll be together again, and we'll be happy! I'll get to just live beside you, the real you! That's been my wish ever since I've met you through your vessel, Yuu.

We're already halfway there! You're here, in our world, I've met you, I've spoken to you, I've been so close I literally touched your hand! Yeah, we messed up along the way, but we'll make up for it! All that's left is to earn your forgiveness, and my wish will have come true once you allow me to be next to you again! I'm so so close, and yet you seem so far away. Just out of reach, but I'll get there, don't worry. I'll make up for everything. All you gotta do is guide me. Tell me what you want. Please.

I'll check up on you soon, okay?

See you tomorrow,

Kalim Al-Asim

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xxnghtclls · 2 months ago

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Flickering Lights

Chapter 3 - Flickering Lights

Chapter 2 I Chapter 4

True Form Sukuna x Reader

NSFW I Explicit I Slow Burn

Infos and tags on Masterpost

Used music is linked in text.

clack clack clack clack

The harsh sound of your fingers hitting against your keyboard echoes through your office, as you’re finishing the last email for the day. You knew it was a lot to do, but didn’t expect it to be this much. Overtime is required. Even more, since the company moved to Shinjuku.

The sun has set for a while now. With tired eyes, you look at the empty desk that Itō-san left in front of you, before you peek at the corner of your monitor.

11:50 p.m.

Your stomach drops, as the time makes you remember Kobayashi-san. A woman in her 50s, that has taught you so much, made you laugh and made your daily work so much more bearable, made this emptiness inside you feel a little less empty. For more than three years, she was almost like a mentor to you. You could tell her about your nightly adventures with Mio or the stupid guy you were texting with, sometimes even giving you advice. She had so much wit and intelligence, even stood up against Hirose-san, when he threw an unnecessary fit. She was very thorough with her own work, never allowed anything to slip through her fingers and always met deadlines, no matter how tight they were, working overtime on a regular basis. No matter how little time she had, she would always finish her tasks.

Thinking of her now makes you grow quiet inside.

Neon lights from the illuminated advertisements from outside the streets flicker and shine in the corner of your watering eye, making you blink and sniff, before you look out the window to your left. And you wonder, if that’s what she did as well on that night, six months ago. Looking out of your former office, seeing the city, the lights. Or if she was immersed in her work to wrap up the company’s move from Shinagawa to Shinjuku. If she was immersed in her emails, her lists.

And you wish it wasn’t the latter.

You watch the streets, look at the people moving like ants below your feet. A look over your shoulder and you see Godzilla looking right back at you with red, piercing eyes.

What even is this life?

Four years ago, when you finally got the job at Hirose-san’s company, you never thought that one day, you’d have to work in Shinjuku. Six months of never-ending exposure to consumerism and crowds and masses of people. Godzilla’s gaze in your back, while listening to the constant typing and yapping from Itō-san. It slowly drives you insane.

You feel stuck. Wish for a change, wish to flee this place, your office, your life.

Wish to not feel as empty, not as lonely.

Lonely in this city of millions. A longing deep in your heart and a wish to experience something real. To experience life itself. With every senses and your heart.

Purpose.

Maybe even love.

But you don’t know how.

“I hope Itō-san is having fun.” you whisper.

A weight sinks on your heart and you blink, before you turn back to your computer. The light on your desk makes your eyes feel even heavier and before you finish your email, you put on your earphones. A ritual you almost do on every overtime night. To distract you. To give you energy.

.♫

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Leading you down into my core

Where I've become so numb ...

The hairs on your body stand up, as the song crawls through your veins. You quietly start to sing along.

.♫

Without a soul, my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back home ...

It gives you energy to finish this last email before the chorus hits, as you slam your middle finger on enter-

Send!

.♫

(Wake me up) wake me up inside (I can′t wake up),

wake me up inside

(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark

The song crawls into your core so deep and you turn the volume even louder, screaming the song inside your mind. Careful not to being too loud, since you would not want to risk someone, anyone who still might be here, to actually hear you singing.

.♫

(Wake me up) bid my blood to run

(I can't wake up) before I come undone

(Save me) save me from the nothing I've become

Flickering lights from outside hit the corners of your eyes, as the bass pumps into your heart.

“Adios Bitchatchos. See you on Monday.” you hum to yourself, while you close all your remaining applications on your desktop, before you suddenly notice a glitch.

You frown.

Then another glitch. And another one.

The light on your desk starts to flicker as well. You grow nervous and squint your eyes in suspicion. Standing up, you lean forward to turn off the monitors, as the bass in your earphones increases and becomes unusual heavy.

Wrrrrmmmm!

Suddenly the ground vibrates and your knees give in. Your heart drops into your stomach, as you grab yourself onto the desk, as an energy pulls you down. Pulls you down to your knees and almost cuts the air off your lungs. You gasp and grow scared, as the ground starts to vibrate and jitter even harder.

No! No No No!

Pens and papers start to fall off your table and the shelves, as the music still pounds into your ears, as you feel your vision blurring and glitching. Your heart is racing and the light on your desk suddenly shuts off completely, leaving you in total darkness. Panic spreads in your body and tears pool in your eyes.

Not like this!

The vibrations are sent through your whole body, your blood tingles in your veins, as your headphones suddenly send an incredibly loud beep to your ears, distorting the music beyond recognition.

“Fuck!” you yell in pain and yank the headphones off your head, just before a loud grunge noise echoes through the room, makes it vibrate even more, makes you press your hands over your ears. You see your monitor shutting on and off and on and off and glitching and blinking, as the distorting music in your headphones finally gives in and dies.

Zschhhh!

Suddenly a blue, glowing light crawls through your office like a lightning strike. You don’t believe your eyes, as dark matter appears, looking like cloudy grey dust and particles, before a gap starts to rip itself open into the air and space, right in front of the door.

What the fuck?

A tall silhouette appears right inside the opening gap, four red eyes are glowing through the dark.

Tap.

Tap. Tap.

The silhouette steps into your office and you crawl beneath your desk. The vibrations grow harder, the energy heavier, as the gap seems to close back up, almost pulling you completely to the ground. You feel like you’re about to vomit from the force.

Whrroom!

And suddenly, it’s all silent. Quiet.

Calm.

Your breath is stuck in your throat and your heart races. Still on your knees, you pull your hands off your ears and duck down, to watch from below the desks. Two feet, covered in black Tabi socks and ancient looking sandals, quietly walk past Itō-san’s desk, towards the windows. Flickering lights dance upon the ground and paint a shadow past their figure.

Badum Badum Badum.

You feel your pulse pound against your throat, making you put your hand over your mouth to be as silent as possible, as you peek past the left side of your desk and see how they walk into your vision.

A tall man, with a black Haori around his shoulders that reaches down below to his thighs, covering his arms and parts of his naked chest. He’s dressed in a white Hakama that’s sitting low on his waist. However, his appearance is unlike any other man you have seen before. He’s built like a tank. Pink hair, black, tribal-like lines tattooed on his face and neck, as well as black rings on his arms, wrists and chest. Below his chest seems to be another set of pectoral muscles. A slit in his skin spreads horizontally across his belly.

You look up to his face and you see the four, red eyes more clear now. One eye is sitting below his normal left eye, while the other two are sunken in a bone-like mask that is covering the upper half of the right side of his face.

Never have you ever seen someone looking like this. Despite his deformities, he doesn’t seem to be like those creatures you’re seeing. He seems more real, more alive in this reality and not just in your mind. And you can’t help to find him fascinating. Like a magnet, his aura pulls you in. It keeps pulling and pulling and your heart stumbles, making you wonder if it’s still fear or excitement-

Badum.

With a smug smirk growing on his lips, he steps in front of the huge window, looking down onto the streets.

“Keh Keh Keh.” he giggles quietly.

His voice…

A voice so devious, it almost makes you flinch.

And yet you’re in awe, the curiosity he strikes in you causes you to calm down. You watch him carefully, like a rare but dangerous animal, watch how the lights illuminate his face, his features, unsure if he’s seen you yet or knows that you’re here. Watch how his crimson eyes roam around and how his expression grows excited.

“What a view.” he quietly smiles, causing his eyes to grow soft and wrinkly, before he taps against the window with his nail.

Tap. Tap.

The glass sounds firm.

He cocks his eyebrow and looks up, musters the frame and pouts his lips. His eyes slowly keep wandering, studying, before he spots Godzilla to his left. And he flinches, almost unnoticeable. You frown at him, not sure what’s happening-

Tap. Tap.

Another tap from his nail against the glass. Harder this time. Confusion takes over and you open your mouth-

“It’s shatterproof glass.” you blurt out.

Why did I say that?

He freezes and his left ear twitches, before he slowly moves his head to look down at you, seeing you still on all fours, peeking past your desk.

And your eyes meet.

Badum.

Silence.

He clenches his jaw, as his red orbs glow and pierce right at you, making you feel, as if a dark energy slowly reaches out to you. His glare so deep and intimidating, as if he’s looking right at your soul, as if your eyes are truly only a window to your mind.

And you’re about to pee your pants.

“It, uhm...” you clear your throat and point your trembling finger at the glass. “It won’t break... because it’s…you know… shatterproof.” you stumble quietly, before you crawl out from beneath your desk and grab your jacket, phone and dead headphones. “It... doesn’t shatter.”

He stays silent, so silent, as suddenly a second pair of arms reveal themselves from under his Haori and cross in front of his naked torso. And you can’t help but to stare in shock and confusion at his second pair of arms and flexing muscles. He rolls his eyes and turns his face back to the window, as he suddenly flicks the finger, that previously tapped against the glass.

BrrshhZschinnggg!

The glass of the window shatters into a million pieces and with an incredible force, like an invisible blade, the energy cuts through everything in it’s way, leaving a track of loud destruction and a deep crack in the floor and up the wall behind you. So close to you, that you even think you lost some hair.

Bamm!

You feel the impact shatter in your bones and hear how loose documents fly through the room and pieces of debris fall on the carpet. The Stranger clicks his tongue.

“Is that so?” he mumbles in a deep, unimpressed voice, with his bottom left eye watching you. The sounds of the street are blowing through the broken window, as well as a soft breeze. Your heart stops, waiting for the alarm to go off-… but it doesn’t.

Yup, out we go.

Before he can do anything else, your body moves on its own. You twitch a forced smile at him, before you tipple your way out of the office. And with a racing heart you run to down the hallway, as the lights flicker above your head, fighting to get back on. But they don’t, leaving you in utter darkness.

The elevator is probably down.

With a hitching breath, you pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight, as you run to take the stairs. A black abyss is staring right at you, as you look down the staircase and you hesitate. After a second, you swallow and shake your head. And with a pounding heart and adrenaline in your veins, you take the first step. Then the second.

Down, down, down.

Five stories, until you arrive at the dark entry hall. That man must’ve caused a total blackout in this building.

With no air in your lungs and sweat in your armpits, you hurry to the front door, hoping that no other colleague is still here. You catch a look onto the still busy streets and see people walking, drinking. No one is looking. Everyone is busy, as usual, it seems.

Thank god.

You carefully slip through the front door, cross the street and quickly tipple past the corner of the cinema. You melt into the of mass of pedestrians, vanishing behind the faces, looking down to your feet, while you walk. To calm your panic and with trembling hands, you buy yourself a coke on the next vending machine.

After chugging down half the bottle, you exhale sharply, before you slowly turn around, peeking past the cinema’s corner, seeing small pieces of shattered glass down on the sidewalk. You see that some people have gathered there by now, looking and debating, pointing their fingers at each other and up the building, and you hope, that no one has seen you left the building. Your eyes wander up to your office on the fifth floor. Lights and loud advertisements mirror themselves on the not-so-shatterproof glass of the remaining windows, leaving a black hole on the one that indeed shattered. But, you can’t see him.

He might be gone.

You raise your phone, open your camera and focus-

Snap.

-before you turn back behind the corner, while putting on your headphones, trying to connect the bluetooth.

Still dead.

You look back up to your office and your heart stumbles again. A cold breeze flies through your hair and fresh oxygen creeps up your nose, as the hint of a smile creeps onto the corner of your lips. Another light jitters in the corner of the street, making you notice another shadow in the corner of your eye. You shift your focus, only to see something slimy, with glistening skin, crawling on top of one of the neon lights, bit by bit. Then another, with a bigger head and six legs. Then another, below the window of your office. An insect of the size of a cat.

A… fly?

Drip.

Cold drops of water gently fall on the hood of your cap. The scent of rain crawls through the air, as you watch more and more creatures gather and crawl along the lamps and lights. You blink multiple times, before you hear a low snarl. Right behind you, coming closer and it scares you. And in the split of a second, you decide to make your way back to the train station.

The rain slowly tipples against your cap and you walk faster. Quiet, weird sounds of more and more unworldly creatures echo in your head, it was never like this before, they never came so close. You don’t dare to look up, as you keep walking and walking.

Faster.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Eyes on the ground, you cross your arms in front of your chest. The sounds of footsteps grow wetter, as they with the groans and clicking of the creatures.

Faster.

Meow!

The 3D cat calls you, but you keep walking.

Pew. Pewpew. Pew. Pewpew.

The lights turn green just in time and you cross the street. A loud jingle and song drums through the speakers. Another advertisement. The sounds start to overwhelm you, even more than usual. You look up and see the station.

Almost there.

The rain starts crashing down and the wind grows colder, as you reach the stairs of the station just in time before getting soaked. Quickly, you pull out your phone to find your destination and follow the signs to Marunouchi Line, as if you’re being followed.

Beep.

The barrier through the scanner opens.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Down another pair of stairs and you’re just in time for the last train that will bring you home.

The doors close and you exhale deeply, as you sit down on one of the seats. Relieved. But still…confused. The train starts to move and you sit down, wiggling your leg nervously.

Who was that?

You nervously fiddle with the fabric of your jacket, before you distort your face in confusion.

How?

Your brain is exhausted. It has been for a while now. Looking around, you see how people are sleeping or immersed in their phones. Everyone is unbothered. The train is quiet.

And somehow it helps. Slowly, you calm down.

Badum.

>< The next station is: Akasaka - Mitsuke ><

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toadettely · 2 months ago

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Skill & Spill: Coffee Shop AU

I've been awfully quiet lately so let me just drop some notes for my Coffee Shop AU (which I call Skill & Spill for now. The Cafe is called "King's Roast" :3)

King of Soph and Tcvern3 centric cuz I can and love them ^-^

• Vernias and Brent work there and Eevee and Nick are regular costumers

• Eevee and Nick are friends already and hang out together a lot

• Brent sometimes takes night shifts (no one likes to take them because it's boring but Brent doesn't mind and it fits his schedule + it's chill and kinda free money)

• plus the cafe has like very good free wifi!! (Thanks to him)

• Brent and Vernias always biker when they work together.

• Brent always looks sleep-deprived while Vernias looks ready to yap to the costumers with a bright smile that is kinda contagious and lights up the entire cafe

• Brent is literally the CEO of eyerolls (idk why, he just seems always annoyed without intending to)

• Nick always enters the shop like he owns it and makes his presence known instanly if Vern and / or Brent are working ("HELLO FELLAS"😎🤗)

• Nick literally orders the same drink all the time (and it is one that Vernias himself made up for the Menu)

•^ Brent fucking despises it and makes it known all the time as he hates on it specifically

• Sophist and Brent play marvel rivals together online/see each other often in online games, but don't know each other irl (they see each other in the cafe but don't know they are the person they play with online. I stole this idea from the anon that send the ask because I LOVE it!! all credit to you anon!! This inspired a lot of this fic and King of Soph's relationship in it)

•^ I have so much to add to this but to put it short: Brent is a strategic try-hard and Eevee plays chaotically risky but they kinda are a very strong duo - but also often share one braincell (which is noticeable in the game-chats and sometimes when they do stupid / random stuff in-game)

• Sophist has a fav cake he orders often

• They are allowed to take leftovers home because the Cafe never throws stuff away and Vern gifts some baked goods/cake etc. to friends

• After Brent and Sophist become friends irl, Brent always takes leftovers from Sophist' fav cake home to give it to him (love language? Also huge contribution to Sophist catching feelings for Brent)

•^ spending time with Brent when they become friends irl helps Sophist' mental health significantly (ref to canon because I can)

• Brent loves to keep things neat and tidy in the cafe

• Vernias hates cleaning up but he loves organising/decorating stuff

• there is a silly pick up line on every cup Vern hands to Nick

• Eevee has an unhealthy caffeine intake (Vern and Brent are concerned) + his nightly coffees become more frequent over time (maybe also to see Brent)

• Vern doing art on the cappuccinos/latte with lots of care and love (Brent standing next to him and, rolling his eyes, telling him to "take your time, dude.")

• Nick's tip are very generous

•^ Vern liked it at first but when he notices that Nick is doing it on purpose so he can see, Vern starts to plafully roll his eyes whenever he tips.

• Brent being very interested in technology has resulted in him taking care of anything in regards to it in the cafe. The others often would be lost without him. Brent wonders how they managed anything before.

• Brent unironically loves the smell of freshly ground coffee beans

• Vern is responsible for the chalkboard menu (very colourful with some cute doodles like stars and cakes and coffee)

• Vern supports local artists as he suggested to hang some of their Art on the walls of the shop.

#Skill & Spill #Coffee Shop AU #writing notes instead of writing the story itself #is it obvious that I love Brent?#there is so much more but take this for now #me core #pc rpf #party crashers rpf #king of soph #tcvern3 #law and disorder #the vern nation frustration #yap yap #rpf #eldette's writing

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hi mickey!! here with a selfship question for misho!!

what does a night together look like for the both of you? do you guys have any rituals, or routines?

sending love and i hope your week has been treating you well x

RO MY DARLING ANGEL HII HII HIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M TUCKING A PRETTY LITTLE FLOWER IN YOUR HAIR RN AND I'M KISSING YOUR TEMPLE ILYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

shoko my beloved........... omfg i love her so fucking bad...... since she goes to work early in the morning the nights are when we get to spend the most time together and we love it!!!!!!!!!!!! after she comes home we eat a little something and usually take like an hour just to recharge by just lounging on the couch with out legs all tangled together while we watch a couple eps of some kind of a crime show. i play with her hair and it's just like a nice quiet little moment before we do anything else.

and then we move onto the bathroom. it's like a special place for us. yes i realize that sounds a bit funny lmao but it's the truth okay. we always do our skincare together, the nightly routine. and the thing is that our relationship has always been like a very mm open one in the sense of that nudity is very casual. it was like that even when we were just friends,, like it's very normal for one of us to idk go and take a piss while the other is literally right there lmao

anyway sometimes we shower together but since i'm the one that get a bit fussy over that, sometimes she showers alone but i'm still always there either sitting on the bathroom counter and yapping about my day or serenading her with my god awful singing voice. and after we've both changed into our pjs, we put on our cute little headbands and get to all the face washing and the skincare hehehe we usually light a few candles and dim the lights so it's a bit more cozy!!!!!!!!!!!!! sometimes we apply creams and moisturizers onto each other's faces while laughing softly it's really fucking nice:(((((((( sometimes i brush her teeth for her just for the fun of it too lmao i just want to take care of her after a long day yk? aaand if we wanna take more time, we hop in the bath instead. that's another favourite of ours - it's just so good to sit with her there, to relax together.

and after all of that, when we finally actually move to the bedroom we're both pretty tired already and so sleep comes rather fast which is good. we both used to have problems with falling asleep but after we started doing this little nighttime routine, it's gotten sooo much better. sure, there are still bad days where we just kind of lay there in silence, dragging shapes into each other's skin in the moonlight but most of the time, we manage to knock out very fast hehehehe

BUT WAHHHHH OUR NIGHTS ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO US!!!!!!!! very simple stuff but it's just what we both need so it's perfect<333333 I LOVE HERRRRRRR:((((((((((( i wanna play with her so bad oh my fucking god..... ANYWAYYY RO MY SWEETHEART!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SOOOO SO SO MUCH FOR DROPPING BY TO INDULGE ME WITH THIS I LOVE YOU SOOOOO SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! and i hope you're doing sooo fucking good i hope you're eating well and sleeping well MWAH MWAH MWAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

#I LOVE YOU SHOKOOOO #I LOVE YOU RO #KISSING YOU BOTH SOO SUPER DUPER SLOPPILY RN #wahhh talking abt selfships really is so much fun hehehehe #i adore it sm!!!!!!!!!!!!!#aurore <3 #friends!!#misho

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lesbiancharliedalton · 4 months ago

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every day before i go to sleep i start yapping on here like it's my nightly journal entry

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msbigredmachine · 2 years ago

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Dirty Little Secret - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

They are each other’s escape, too good to let go of. Until they have to let go.

PAIRING: Tribal Chief Roman Reigns x OC

Warnings: LOTS OF SMUT, toxic behavior, cheating, angst

Word count: 10k (Sorry's it's so long 😆)

A/N: ANOTHER ONE! This has been in my drafts for months! Still haven't figured out what genre this story falls under. Maybe y'all can help me out lol. Enjoy!

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Anaheim, California

Roman’s POV

10.35pm. Fresh off yet another great Smackdown in which I was the center of attention as usual. The show went great; I’m still champ, I’m on a high and I know I'm gonna sleep good tonight…Well, when I do sleep, that is.

I step out of the shower and towel myself as I return to the bedroom of my bus. I stop in my tracks and drink in the beauty perched at the edge of my bed, her long legs crossed, her beloved Women’s title on her lap and her phone by her ear. Even in a bathrobe and a silk bonnet protecting her hair, she looks good enough to eat, just like she did tonight, and I plan on having her for my late-night dessert.

Being the face of the WWE, the Tribal Chief and the Head of the Table, I don’t fuck around with just anyone. Tori Milan is as premium as premium gets. The Alpha Female, the Smackdown Women’s Champion, one of the most successful professional wrestlers of our generation, and my fuck buddy. If the fans knew that I get to dick her down on a nightly basis, they would lose their minds. But they would never know. No one would ever know. She’s my sexy little secret and I plan to keep it that way.

“Baby, you know I can’t FaceTime while driving,” she scolds whoever she’s talking to on the phone. I know who it is, but I refuse to acknowledge his existence. Yeah, I’m petty like that, and I’m about to be even more petty in a second.

Stopping at the bed, I move her title belt away, then kneel before her and wrap her legs around my waist. My bare chest is flush against her own as I kiss on her neck while I rub her thighs. Her scent engulfs my senses, bringing me into her world. A small groan rumbles in my chest as I suck a little harder on her throat and push my hands into her robe to massage her breasts. She tries to look mad at me, but the hazy look in her eyes tells me that she’s turned on. So, I switch to a better…distraction.

Kissing and licking a trail down her body, I tuck my head between her legs and grip her thighs so she can’t get away. My tongue jabs between her pussy folds, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning. Spreading her legs wider, I lick and suck her as quietly as possible. That idiot on the phone is still yapping away, oblivious to the fact that his wife is getting this work…again.

“Babe, I hear you, but can we talk tomorrow, please?” She tries to rush through the rest of the call. “Look, I gotta go. I’m about to ride, I mean drive…I’m not cutting you off, Caleb, I need to get going…I’ll call you in the morning, I promise…You too. ‘Night.” Hanging up, she tosses the phone and slumps down to the bed with a loud groan. I bury my face in her depths, dining on her sweetness. Fuck, she always tastes so good. Even better are the noises she’s making as I eat the fuck out of her.

“Eat it up, Daddy…fuck, your tongue...mmph, eat my fucking pussy,” she encourages me.

“So fucking juicy, baby.” I take my fingers and spread her folds open. “Most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen, you know that?” Lowering my mouth again, I take my time, licking her opening, over and over. She’s squirming, trying to fight off her orgasm, but she’s no match for my talents. Holding her down to the bed, I twist my tongue around her clit, going fast, then slow. Once I push my finger inside her, it’s a wrap.

“I'm gonna come. Fuck, I’m coming!” she moans, her trembling fingers clutching the back of my head. With a few pumps of my finger, she screams out my name. Her back arches, her thighs quiver as she comes all over my mouth and finger and beard. I lick her all up, her satisfied sighs music to my ears. Pulling her robe completely off her, I usher her further up the bed and keep her flat on her back. On my knees, I hold up one of her trademark long legs. The hunger in her eyes fuels me, and I pat her pussy with my dick as she gasps.

“You know I had a title match tonight, right?” she reminds me. “I wasn’t on just segment duty all night, unlike some people.”

“That’s why I’m the face of the company,” I tell her. “And don’t worry. You can lay there and let me do the work,” I offer, even though it’s not something I do often. But for her, I always make an exception.

“So generous,” she mocks, her teasing giggle vanishing with a moan when I slide inside her. Her legs open wider and I watch my cock slowly split open her pussy, accommodating all my length and girth. She takes me so well with no complaints, and it’s why I always want her in my bed whenever I can have her.

“You looked so fuckin’ hot tonight,” I tell her between thrusts, watching them chocolate titties bounce, “Your new ring gear is sexy as fuck.”

“I had you in mind when I designed it,” she answers. A shiver passes through me as her tight little cunt suckles my pumping cock. Tori smirks as she gauges the look of pleasure on my face. “Mmm, look at you, Big Daddy. You love this pussy, don’t you?”

“The Tribal Chief loves your pussy, babe,” I say, twisting her lower body to the side so her ass pokes out at me. Grabbing a handful of the supple cheek, I begin flexing my hips firmly, grinding all up in the pussy, making her moan over and over. “You like that, huh? You like the way I’m fucking you, baby?” I ask her, spanking her ass and watching it jiggle.

“Yeah, it feels so good. Fuck, baby, right there,” Her voice dies out as I shift her knee up to her chest and keep digging into her, massaging her g-spot with my dick which is now covered in her juices. Her wetness is the only sound that can be heard at the moment and it’s hot as hell. I make sure to rub her body while I fuck her, making her feel good. Then, I curve my hand around her throat and squeeze a little, taking her pleasure levels up another notch. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she seems to stop breathing. Pride rushes through me and I lean down to slip my tongue in her mouth for an erotic CPR, bringing my girl back to life as I give her this deep dick. Nobody fucks her as good as I do, not even her lame ass husband.

Our collective breathing is ragged as I pick up the pace, thrusting faster and harder into her. Tori clutches my hips, as though trying to bring me deeper into her, and it prompts me to accelerate. Her pussy tugs my dick with every thrust, dragging me towards my release. I pull out and spread her legs open again, giving both of us brief respite. Stroking my dick for a few seconds, I guide it back inside her, watching her jaw drop and her head arch into the pillow. I lean forwards and pin her knees to the bed, and her moans devolve into throaty cries as I pound her into the mattress. The bed bounces beneath us from how hard I’m going, but shit always feels so good with her that I lose control more times than I want to admit. Gasping and moaning, she stares up at me, gripping my forearms with both hands.

“Shit, babe…yes, fuck me with that big dick, Daddy…”

“Uh huh, take this fuckin’ dick, take it,” I growl at her, switching to deep, grinding strokes that find the bottom of her pussy. My balls tighten, and judging from the way she’s moaning and the rush of warm liquid I feel underneath me, she’s squirting, and squirting generously. Heat courses through my veins, and I keep going. In and out of her, in and out, until my entire body goes rigid. Her pussy pulses and milks my dick, and I nut so hard, it takes my breath away. Panting softly, I can barely hold myself up on my arms; my heart is hammering so loud I’m sure she can hear it. A lifetime goes by before I release her legs and slowly start to pull out, but she stops me and rolls me onto my back, kissing me softly as she keeps me inside her. She’s lucky she’s got that Nexplanon because she should be knocked up many times over by now.

"Don't move, I wanna feel you go soft inside me,” she whispers against my lips, her heated body flush on top of mine.

I have zero objections and keep making out with her, caressing her soft skin. Of course, this does little to soften my dick, especially with the way her hips lazily wind against mine. Instinctively, I mimick her, and it turns into a nice grinding session. She’s essentially riding me, and it feels amazing, been that way since our first time all those years ago.

"You got more for me, Reigns?" Tori asks with a knowing smirk, and moans as my hands grip her gyrating backside to keep her down on my erection.

"What if I do, Milan?" I say in response, squeezing her ass, so round and soft in my hands. I could touch her all night, she feels so good.

"You better give it to me, then, cuz I want it," she orders me with another kiss, rocking her hips more persistently. I lean back and rest my arms behind my head in a relaxed position. “Well, baby, if you want it so bad, then take it,” I smirk.

She cocks her eyebrow and smiles, a silent acceptance of my challenge. Planting her palms against my chest, she lifts her knees off the bed and proceeds to ride me like her pussy is asking a question and my cock is the final answer. Her stamina has always impressed me, and the fact that she’s fucking me like this after a twenty-minute title match and one steamy round already, is fascinating. So I let her take what she wants, like I always do. Because I’ve never really known how to say no to her, and honestly?

I never want to.

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C4 Energy Drink photoshoot, New York

I know she can feel my eyes on her. She knows damn well how she should behave at a photoshoot. But she never listens to Daddy, and now I’m forced to act nonchalant as she lowers down with a barbell in a picture-perfect squat, surrounded by all these cameramen watching her poke her ass out, lusting over what’s mine. It makes me want to blow our cover and take her right in front of everybody in here, nosy-ass Bianca Belair included. I’m sorely tempted to, and maybe I will, before the shoot ends.

Forgive the desperation in my tone. We’ve been apart for two weeks as she had to be in San Diego for press while I was stuck at home in Miami, and the separation has driven me crazy. These days I’m much happier to be at work than back home, mainly because of a certain Smackdown Women’s champion, who has dropped the barbell and is now posing with one of the energy drinks. Why the fuck is she arching her back like that? These motherfuckers are practically salivating and I am fighting the urge to physically throw each and every one of them through the glass windows. After an eternity, the Director calls for a break and Tori stands up straight again. I wait for her to go to a secluded corner, and when our gazes meet through one of the stretched mirrors, that is my cue to go over to her.

Blocking her from everyone else’s view, I feel her jolt slightly when I press my front against her side. My hand runs up her hip and my tongue sweeps over her sweaty shoulder. The salty moisture doesn’t faze me; I’ve licked up her sweat many times before.

“You keep bending over like that and we’re gonna have a problem,” I growl in her ear.

“Hello to you too, Reigns. I see your eye-fucking skills have improved,” she tells me.

“So have yours,” I mumble, keeping my voice low as I pull her against my groin. “I've missed my baby girl. Did you miss Daddy, hmm?”

She turns her face towards me and raises an eyebrow. “I guess.” She’s acting nonchalant but the twinkle in her eye gives her away. She’s hot for me and I can prove it. I buck my hips into her, and to my satisfaction, she gasps a little as she feels the evidence of my arousal. The hand I put on her hip slides down to her round ass, my grip generous and possessive.

“Text me when you’re finished,” I instruct her.

She can only nod as I release her and walk away. I feel her eyes on me. The anticipation is making my dick hard, and I might need a cold shower to bring this bad boy down. I shake off all distractions by refocusing on the shoot. I choose to work out with a medicine ball, which is important not only for carrying motherfuckers in the ring, but also my girls when we fuck.

Yes, I said girls. This also includes my wife.

No, I don’t want to talk about it. And fuck you and your judgment.

I’m almost done shooting when my phone buzzes, and what I see when I open it dries up my throat.

Tori has taken a selfie, standing butt naked with her back to what looks like the mirror in a changing room. She’s angled the phone such that her fat, shapely ass is on full display. I look up and I’m just now realizing she’s no longer on set. A text message has accompanied the racy picture.

Come find me, Daddy. I dare you. 💦

I don’t take kindly to dares and she’s about to find that out. Excusing myself, I head for the men’s restroom only to take a sharp turn in the direction of the women’s changing room. Entering carefully, I ensure the coast is clear before heading to the showers. I hear only one running, and I know it’s Tori because Bianca is still outside. Quietly, I take off my clothes and put them aside. I take a peek through the curtain to confirm it’s her, and then rip it open, startling her.

“You really thought I wouldn’t, huh,” I growl, stepping inside and drawing the curtain back shut. I smirk at the gleam in her eyes as they flicker down to my hard dick.

"Guess I was wrong," Tori shrugs, gasping when I abruptly move her towards the shower wall. I pin her face-first against the tiled surface and grind against her round ass, kissing all the way along her shoulders and the back of her neck. I kick her feet wider apart and run my hands over her ass, massaging the fleshy mounds for a few seconds before spreading them open. Wasting no more time, I grab my dick and push into her sweet pussy, and she squirms against me.

"Don't make too much noise, and don’t fuckin’ move," I snarl in her ear. Gripping her waist roughly, I ram myself inside her, hard.

"Fuck,” Tori moans, her hands braced against the wall for leverage. I arch my back, bringing myself almost completely out of her, before driving back in. I stroke the pussy long and deep, my fingers digging into her hips. Despite my warnings, her moans are getting louder and louder, and I’m forced to cover her mouth with my hand.

"Shut up or we'll get caught,” I reply, my face buried in her neck, my breath thick against the goosebumps on her skin. In response, she arches her ass outwards, taking me deeper inside her. I remove my hand from her mouth to yank her head backwards. My dick swells at the way she stares back at me, her mouth open and panting, eyes bright with lust, mirroring my own. We tongue each other down, our kiss hot and urgent as I grind inside her, moaning into each other's mouths.

“Mmm, this pussy is so good, baby. So fuckin’ good,” I praise her, giving her backside an underhand smack, biting my lip when her pussy grips my dick nice and tight.

“Harder,” she whispers.

Letting out a groan of my own, I spank her again and then start pounding into her, the wet, smacking sound clashing with the running water. My hands glide up her wet skin to paw at her breasts, tugging her peaked nipples. Her body begins to tremble, her throaty moans threatening to undo me. I’m a hundred percent sure that anyone out there can hear us loud and clear, but I don’t care anymore. I need Tori Milan’s pussy like I need air.

"Shit, Roman," she gasps, her eyes in the back of her head as I fuck her into the wall with an intense speed and desperation. At this point I’m bereft of words, drowning in the sensations washing over me. Her head rocks back onto my tattooed shoulder as she gushes all over my cock. “Oh my god, fuck!” she groans.

I’m right behind her, in more ways than one. I only have a few more thrusts left in me before I explode, holding her tight, grunting into her neck as my hot cum fills her up, my dick emptying inside her quivering pussy. My head is spinning, the intensity of my release and the thrill of getting caught amplify the pleasure surging through me. Keeping her pinned in place, I rock my pelvis against her ass, riding out my nut, ensuring she takes every last drop of me. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I give her breasts a quick squeeze before I step away from her, smiling at her moan of protest when my dick slips out of her wet warmth. She turns around and leans against the wall, a dazed grin on her beautiful face.

"You were quick," she comments.

“You came, didn’t you?” I counter, and she smirks as she nods. “Good. That's all that matters.” I grab her chin and pull her to me, roughly shoving my tongue back into her mouth. Her body presses into mine as we kiss, and I’m not surprised to feel myself hardening against her wet skin - it’s almost scary how horny she makes me.

"If you want more, you know where to find me," I mumble against her lips, "Dirty little slut." With one final slap of her ass, I slip out of the shower, grabbing a towel along with my clothes to change back into them.

I’m almost at the exit when Bianca Belair rounds the corner and stops me in my tracks. Her eyes dart past me towards the showers and she smiles. “So that was y’all making all that noise,” she says.

My being in the women’s changing room nullifies any excuse I want to make, so I merely shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, so?”

Bianca raises an eyebrow. “You know she’s married, right? And so are you.”

If she thinks she can stand here and judge me, she’s got another thing coming. “Girl, you gonna stand here and act like you and Montez ain’t been swingin’ with Naomi and Jimmy?” I grin when her jaw slowly drops. Got yo ass. “Yeah bitch, I know all about that. I also know that since your man’s been injured and Naomi’s gone, you and Jimmy have been going at it…alone.” My laughter is cold and mirthless. “I mean, he won’t fuckin’ shut up about it. All he talks about is how good your mouth feels around his-”

“Fuck you! We’re consenting adults who have an arrangement,” she argues. “Unlike y’all, we’re not cheating!”

“Right, keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you learn to mind your business next time, I’ll mind mine.”

The smirk that clouds her features is one of defeat. “Asshole,” she bites.

“And don’t you forget it.” With that, I walk out, ignoring her accusing glare.

I don’t see what the big deal is. Nearly all my co-workers are fucking around on their partners in some shape or form. They’re either bored or lonely, and I happen to be both. The spark I had with Tracee is not there anymore, but leaving her is not an option, not anytime soon. Tori helps me forget all about the bullshit. She makes me feel really good and I’m not quite ready to give that all up either.

I’ll figure it out. I always do.

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Houston, Texas

Tori’s POV

The man breathing down my neck reminds me why I hate these fucking events. I’m forced to engage with people pretending to care about wrestling while they stare at my tits the whole time. A lot of them don’t take me seriously because my presentation is on the more…provocative side, which is fine by me. Yes, I'm sexy and glam. I back the flashiness up with my wrestling ability and my mic work, and I have a title to show for it. I’ve proved them all wrong and I’m proud of that. But more importantly, there’s someone who’s just as proud of me and he makes sure to tell me every chance he gets, at least when his mouth is not occupied with my pussy.

The Tribal Chief. The champ. Ol’ Demon Dick himself. All of those attributes means he is more than a little self-assured. Arrogant, really, to asshole-like proportions. Yet, it hasn’t stopped me from fucking him as regularly as I do. I mean, why would I? It’s Roman Reigns, a walking, talking, five course gourmet meal. Look at him now, all tall and dark and delicious in that suit as he engages with guests at our annual Summerslam fundraiser. Like, why the fuck would I turn all that down when it’s offered to me on a silver platter?

Ever since we first met in 2016, Roman and I have always vibed. There was an attraction there that we both acknowledged but never acted upon it. I suspect he was more spooked by our nine-year age difference than the fact that we were both with other people at the time. But we are adults and it was not a big deal to me. I’ve always liked my men older, more experienced, sexier…like Roman.

The pandemic brought us much closer. We spent about seven months in the same rehab center nursing similar injuries, with no visitors thanks to the lockdown. At first, we confided in each other about the pressures of the business we were in and how to overcome our setbacks together. But soon, our platonic conversations became more intimate, sexual, then led to crossing many lines that I’d been dying to cross. Kisses. Touches. Oral sex. As soon as we were both discharged, we met up to get it on for real. I’ll never forget that day, the anticipation that bubbled between my legs, the lust in his beautiful eyes as we finally indulged in forbidden fruit. For twenty-four hours, he fucked me in ways I don’t think I will ever experience with anyone else. He still fucks me like that; that’s why I still crave the depravity in our meetings. Crave the mild abuse he doles out occasionally as punishment for not letting him have me sooner. I crave his touch every day, both gentle and rough. I crave him.

It was early into our affair that he made the decision to switch up his wrestling character. We did a lot of brainstorming together, and I like to think that I inspired some aspects of the Head of the Table as we know it, the initial vibe and aesthetic of it. I think back to that first segment on Smackdown with him in that dark room, sitting in front of a mahogany desk like a Mafia boss as he addressed Jey Uso via satellite. Ironically he had bent me over that same desk in his study at his home just two days before that segment aired. So imagine my surprise to see an exact replica of the desk on TV. Or was it? Because the scratch marks I left on it while Roman was balls-deep in me were still there. I guess we will never know.

Amongst the sea of grifters, I catch sight of the other woman Roman fucks regularly. Her back is turned but I know it’s his wife. Tracee. She’s a pretty little thing. Not his type, but pretty nonetheless. I remember how happy she was on her wedding day and feeling pity for her, especially after her new husband still found time to come to my room after the reception. And speaking of husband…

Caleb is next to me, looking around like he’s discovered a goldmine. He’s been all up in my ear for weeks about coming to the fundraiser to meet with bigwigs to help kickstart his advertising business. I should be more supportive of my husband’s endeavors, but his misplaced optimism is not for me. And the last thing I want is him talking to Roman about anything. But as though on cue, my side piece begins to approach us. I take a closer look at his wife, and I can’t stop my eyes from bugging out of my head at the sight of her protruding belly.

What the actual fuck.

“Hi Tori, my wife has been wanting to meet you. Tracee, this is Tori Milan. Tori, this is my wife Tracee," Roman introduces us, looking slightly uncomfortable as he nudges her towards me.

Performing in the WWE has improved my acting skills. I invoke all of it now as I stick out my hand and flash my best Women’s Champion smile. “Pleasure to meet you, Tracee,” I grind out.

"Hi Tori! Oh wow, you’re much prettier in person!” Tracee clamors. "I’ve been watching Smackdown more regularly and I think you’re amazing!"

“Thank you for supporting me! I really appreciate it,” I lie. “And congratulations on your…” I can’t bring myself to say it, gesturing at her stomach instead.

“Oh, thank you! Roman and I are so excited!” She gazes up adoringly at her husband whose expression is anything but. She returns her attention to me. “You look so nice! And I absolutely adore your perfume, what’s it called?” Her smile is wide and cheery.

I force myself to oblige her, moments away from throwing up. I can feel Roman’s eyes trying to search mine but I refuse to look at him. He’s got me fucked up if he thinks I have anything to say to him. After my tight conversation with Tracee, I quickly usher Caleb to his seat and join Hunter on stage to address the audience. As we present a video package commemorating WWE’s charitable efforts, Roman stands about a foot away from me. I need the distance, because despite everything I’ve just discovered, my body still burns for him. I still want him and I hate it.

My bad mood continues well into the night. I ignore Roman the entire time, stewing over his insensitivity. I’m still in disbelief and I don’t know what to make of it. Of course I know he has sex with his wife, but to see evidence of it, and for him to let me find out like this is callous and heartbreaking.

“The guy with the bald head. Triple H, right? I wanna go talk to him.”

This is about the tenth stupid comment Caleb is making tonight, and I swear I’m seconds away from excusing myself from the party and leaving him behind. “That’s my fucking boss you’re referring to,” I snarl.

“He’s your boss? Oh. Thought it was Vince,” he says sheepishly, sitting up higher in his seat. “Do you think you could introduce us?”

“Babe, we’re at a social function trying to get money!” I snap, irritated. “Do you want me to interrupt his discussion with the COO of Snickers because you want him to see your portfolio?”

Caleb bristles, clearly wondering what is up my ass. “What kind of wife are you? I’m trying so hard to get my business up and running and you’ve shown no interest. Why did you bother to bring me here if you weren’t gonna help me out?”

“Because you wanted to be here so bad, Caleb! You! You would never have let me hear the end of it if I didn't let you come!”

"So, you saying I need your permission now?"

I start to raise my voice, but pause when I realize a few people are already staring in our direction. An exasperated sigh escapes me. “I can’t do this right now. Not in front of all these people.”

“Of course you can’t. Can’t make the great Tori Milan look bad in front of her fans. When’s the last time you didn’t have to pretend you want to be around me?” Caleb accused.

At this juncture, I’m incensed. All I can do is point towards the entrance. “That’s the way out. If you have plans to ruin my night, then leave. Someone will take you back to the hotel if you ask. Bye.” Without waiting for his response, I stand up from the table and march towards the women’s restroom, shutting myself in as I let the tears spill from my eyes.

I have no idea when the fighting started between my husband and me. Actually, I’m lying. I do. But instead of making things right, I run to Roman, because it’s easier for me; we don’t argue, and we do most of our talking in bed. Caleb and I are drifting apart because of me. I barely let him touch me, and when I do, I’m thinking about Roman. I truly wish it wasn’t this way, but I’m too far gone now.

Fuck.

I hear the bathroom door open and I quickly dry my eyes. No one should see me like this. I have a bitchy badass reputation to uphold. “I’ll be right out,” I call out, freezing when Roman enters and shuts the door behind him. He raises his hands at the look on my face. “I come in peace,” he says.

“You shouldn’t even be in here.”

“You’ll be a’ight.” He pauses and gives me a long look. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“Gee, Roman, would you like to take a guess?” My blood simmers and I shake my head. “When exactly did you plan on telling me she’s having your kid?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, confused.

I recoil, blinking rapidly. “What do I mean? Don’t you think I should’ve been clued in at least?”

“Clued in, and then what? You wanna come to the baby shower? Buy her a present? I fucked my lawfully wedded wife and now she’s pregnant. It’s got nothing to do with you.”

That’s fucked up. It’s so fucked up and he knows it. “Maybe you could have told me so I can decide my next course of action. I may be champion but ain’t no way even I can compete with a wife and a baby and your already crazy schedule.”

“Stop being dramatic. You know I’ll always have time for you.” He licks his lips as he scans me from head to toe. “I’ve been staring at you all night, baby girl. I knew this dress would be pretty on you when I bought it. You look beautiful.”

“Don’t change the subject, Roman. And ain’t your wife outside?”

“Nope, she’s gone, just like your man is. So for the rest of the night, my focus is on you. Focus on me, Tori.” He steps closer to me but I back away.

“No, I can't focus! It’s one thing to hear about your wife when she blows up your phone. It’s another thing to see her in the flesh, carrying your child, I might add, with my husband in the same vicinity.”

“So what are you trying to say?”

“What do you think I’m trying to say?”

“You’re spooked, I get it,” he assesses, “But we’ve come this far and no one knows a thing. You’re panicking over nothing.”

First of all, Bianca knows about us. I'm pretty sure his cousins know, maybe even Heyman. Second, his arrogance astounds me. He’s about to become a whole father, and he’s acting like he has everything under control and I’m not sure how true that is. “I should go,” I mutter, trying to walk past him, but his huge frame blocks my path, shielding my only escape.

“Baby girl, don’t let this fuck up what we got. I need you,” he pleads.

“And what do we got, Roman? Hmm? I’m your mistress and you’re my side man.”

“Relax. Just relax, okay? Look at me.” He takes my hands into his and presses his forehead to mine, our noses touching. His eyes are loaded with desire, and I know what’s coming. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine, and fireworks explode inside me. His hands slide down to squeeze my butt as he deepens the kiss. I place my hands on his chest and try to plead my case.

“Ro, someone might walk in…”

Without a word, he steps back and locks the door, then returns to me. Pulling me in, he kisses me again, harder, and I sigh as his arms wrap tight around me. Everything else fades away except for this moment, and the feel of his hands on me, and his lips on mine as we moan greedily into each other’s mouths, making each other feel things that neither of us should be feeling.

Still kissing me, he lifts me off my feet, his big hands grasping my ass, and sets me on the edge of the sink, wedging his huge body between my legs. I love how I feel in his arms. He’s a big man with big features - hands, mouth, penis, everything - and he engulfs and encroaches all of me in the best way possible. He gathers my dress up to my waist, and I fight back a moan as he weaves his hand inside my panties.

“Damn baby, you’re wet already,” he remarks, his breath warm on my face. “Is this for me or Caleb?”

“You, Daddy. Of course it’s you,” I breathe, my hips jerking when his thumb brushes my highly sensitive clit. His long fingers tease my slit, rubbing up and down and making me gasp for air.

“You like that, baby? You want more?”

“Yes.”

“Then don’t you ever ignore or avoid me again.”

Suddenly, he moves his fingers away and steps back. I pout as I glare at him, my pussy clenching with the need to be filled. “Baby…”

The corner of Roman’s lips twitches as he gauges my frustration. “Aw, what’s wrong? You don’t like it when I don’t give you what you want?” he taunts.

“No,” I admit, reaching out and pulling him back between my spread thighs. Placing a finger under my chin, he raises my face to his, looking me in my eyes.

“Nothing changes between us, Tori. Nothing. You’re mine, period. Do you understand me, baby girl?” he murmurs softly, placing a tender kiss at the corner of my mouth.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes Daddy. I understand,” I correct myself, shivering when I see the heat in his dark eyes.

“Good. Now tell Daddy you’re sorry for blowing up on him.”

I rub his shoulders apologetically. “I’m sorry, Daddy. It won’t happen again.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him slowly, deeply, using my mouth and tongue to show him just how sorry I am. I smile proudly at his slightly dazed countenance as he pulls away, a sheen of our joint saliva coating his lips.

“Apology accepted. Lucky for you, I’m in a good mood. Open your legs wider so I can take what’s mine,” he commands.

My giggle is giddy as I do as I’m told. He preps me by rubbing my folds again, and I groan a little louder than I should. Roman covers my mouth with his, swallowing every sound he coaxes out of me. His lips leave mine for a split second, and then he slowly breaches my entrance with two long fingers.

“You like that baby? Like my fingers deep in you?” he asks, pumping them inside me.

“Yes, Daddy…Fuck…”

“I know you do. You’re such a slut for me. I’ve taught you so well all these years. God I wanna taste you, T. Wanna fuck you so bad.”

We both know he can’t because he’ll definitely be kissing up on his wife later tonight, and tasting me on his tongue or his dick will not end well. He has to make do with his fingers, which he is doing spectacularly. Heat spreads through my body and my eyes flutter shut, head thrown back as I ache for more, I always ache for more of Roman Reigns.

“Naw baby, open your eyes. Look at me when you get off.”

Obediently, my eyes snap open, locking with his. I study his gorgeous face, the lust glittering in his eyes, the tension in his bearded jaw. I lean in for a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing in time with his thrusting fingers, my hips arching into his hand. He hooks my leg over his arm to open me up some more. At the same time, his fingers scissor inside me, short-circuiting my brain. I’m so close I can taste it. His hazy gaze bores into mine, and we both moan as my pussy squeezes around his fingers, lost to the sensations his touch is bringing forth within me. His middle finger curls inside me, and I cry out, a long, broken, high-pitched sob as I finally come undone, flooding his fingers with my cum.

He slides the digits out of me and puts them in my mouth, making me suck off my own juices. He then tilts my face up to kiss me, and we lick and nip the seams of each other’s lips, the wet, erotic sounds ringing around the restroom. My hand sneaks down between our bodies and I cup him through his slacks. His hard-on is raging, twitching in my grasp, and I smile and begin to stroke him. He inhales sharply and eases my hand away.

“What about you?” I ask, as he sets me back down on my feet. To no surprise, my legs are wobbly and I have to lean against him for support.

“I’ll be fine,” he says. Before I can ask any more questions, he turns me toward the mirror and helps me tidy up my hair and makeup. He washes his hands, doing his best to rid his fingers of my scent. “I’ll text you,” he tells me.

I may not hear from him for another hour, or tomorrow, or next week or even next year. But I nod my head anyway, because anytime I can have him, I’ll happily take it. He leans down and kisses my lips one more time before turning to unlock the door and slips out. I watch him leave, my face flushed and I touch my kiss-swollen lips. I can still feel his fingers inside me, and my thighs squeeze together as I close my eyes with a blissful sigh, treasuring the memory.

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London, England

I’ve never been this excited to be in a foreign country. As the champions of Smackdown, Roman and I are across the pond promoting the next premium live event, and for the first time in a month, we’re together and more importantly, all alone. For four whole days, we can do whatever we want, and you can guess exactly what we’re doing now.

Our makeout sessions are the best. Roman is relaxed on a plush armchair in my incredibly fancy hotel room, with me straddling him. My hands are in his hair as my lips slide lazily against his, while he runs his hands up and down my nearly naked body. We’ve been like this for about ten minutes and every second has been heavenly.

“You’re such a good kisser, babe,” he compliments me, and groans at my little show of dominance when I hold him by the throat and scoop his tongue right back into my mouth. He keeps playing with my g-string and rocking me against his erection, trying to get me to fuck, but I’m not ready yet. We have time. I just want to savor him for a bit.

“Do you ever get tired of having sex?” I wonder, "We did quite a bit on the jet coming here."

“I ain’t hear you complain one time,” he answers with another charged kiss, fingering my waist beads. “And with pussy as amazing as yours? Never.” He grins arrogantly and squeezes my breast. “Obviously, with a dick like mine, neither do you.”

“Good point,” I murmur, licking my way down his naked body until I’m on my knees on the floor. Grabbing said dick, I jerk him off for a couple of seconds, and then go to town. I love the way he feels in my mouth - thick and rock hard and veiny. I drag my lips down the length of him, then come back up to lick the tip, right over his slit. Roman caresses the back of my head, his lust-filled gaze fixated on my actions. “Mmmm, fuck, baby girl,” he groans, his voice deep and thick with pleasure.

I love giving Roman head. There’s so much of him to play with and he tastes incredible. I take him deeper down my throat, letting him stretch my lips. Listening to his gasps and groans is making me so wet that I’m forced to take off my g-string in the middle of the blowjob, tossing the scrap of material onto his chest. He holds it up to his nostrils and moans out loud, and he twitches in my hand, meaning he’s even more turned on. I stroke and suck him diligently, never letting up, my head bobbing up and down. His abs are visibly crunching as I spit all over his dick and suck around the saliva, making that shit sloppy. As I roll his balls in the palm of my other hand, he tilts his head back, cursing and moaning my name. He hardens in my grip and I know he’s about to come. It feels good to know I can please him like this. I love to please my man. My sweet, sexy man.

His phone rings. It's Tracee on FaceTime.

I don't know what comes over me. I snatch his phone and throw it at him, right onto his tattooed pec. If I've injured him, I don't give a fuck.

“Your pregnant wife,” I announce bitterly, hopping to my feet. Throwing on my dashiki, I stomp away, keeping my distance. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him hurry into his clothes before leaving my room entirely. Smart move. She’ll know it’s not his suite if he stays. Sitting on my bed, I notice my own phone has a text message. My heart jolts when I see Caleb's name, and then breaks as I read his message.

Love you 😘. Miss you 😢😚

Inexplicably, tears fill my eyes and spill down my cheeks. Not for the first time, I feel ridiculous for putting myself in this position yet again.

Of course I know that sleeping with another woman’s husband is wrong. I have a whole ass husband of my own! But Roman and I have spent years joined at the hip now - or at least at the genitals - and my body has gotten used to it. When we are together, it’s magic, and when we are apart, it’s torture. I love Caleb, I do. But sometimes being with him just isn't enough. I need to be fucked by great dick, not just good dick. I need god tier dick, which is Roman’s. I need a man who treats me in bed the way I so desperately need to be treated. The way Roman treats me. The way he obviously treats his wife.

Damn, this sucks.

About half an hour later there's a knock on my door, and it’s him again. Once I open, I immediately head outside to the balcony, not wanting to speak to him right now. The vibe is gone and I’m no longer in the mood. Roman decides to not read the room and comes up from behind me, resting his hulking frame on my back, his huge arms enveloping my midriff. I let him hold me, not saying one word, trying to concentrate on the fresh summer air and not the lingering fact that I am not the one he truly belongs to.

“You’re in your own head again,” Roman breaks the silence, his words a murmur against my temple.

“Am I?” I counter. I spread my hands apart on the railing of the balcony, glaring down at the pool below.

“Yes. We both agreed on what this was.”

I let out an unladylike snort. “Did we? Did we ever have a discussion about going our separate ways to be with other people? I don’t recall.”

He groans and throws up his hands. “Oh for fuck’s sake, are we doing this again?”

“Are you being serious right now?” I say angrily, seeing red.

“It’s the fuckin' flip-flopping for me, Tori. You do it all the time. One minute, you have no problem sneaking around with me. One minute you’re all over me and the next minute you want nothing to do with me and you're making excuses.”

After all this time, he still doesn’t get it. “Oh, and you’re not the same?” I argue, “You don’t go running back to her and ignore me for days on end, then text me from outta nowhere asking me to come suck your dick?”

Roman looks at me with what looks like exasperation. “Tori, you know I have to go back to her. She is my wife. And you have Caleb-”

“And whose fault is that?” I yell, rounding on him, my fists clenched. “Who went off with someone else when we should have been together from the start? It should have been you and me, but you fucked it up for some other bitch! You left me high and dry, Roman! You did that! You're the reason I live like this and I hate it!”

The words come out before I can stop them. The air thickens with uncomfortable silence. When the haze of red finally clears from my eyes, I cringe at his pained expression.

“I’m sorry, Tori,” he says, his tone resigned.

Sighing heavily, I turn back around and sling my braids over my shoulder, too frustrated and mentally exhausted to say anything else.

Behind me, I sense his hesitation. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No.” I shake my head, hating myself for being so weak for him. I can’t even bring myself to fight him when his arms come around me again, his fingers linking with mine and my words hang over us like a dark cloud.

“I told you before. I’m here for you, T,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m not going anywhere. My focus will always be on you when we’re together.”

When we’re together. Not all the time, like a normal relationship should be. It’s no coincidence that we’ve been seeing each other less and less lately, and I know it’s because of her pregnancy. The entire thing is so draining. I know I should walk away, I do. But this man has me wrapped around his finger and I really don’t want him to let me go.

He moves his hands to my breasts as he brushes his mouth over my neck, his beard tickling my skin. “You went off on me again. I warned you about that,” he growls. “I guess you want me to fuck that attitude outta you...again.”

“Fuck you,” I growl back, biting my lip as his bulge throbs against my behind. He lifts the back of my dashiki with enough force to cause friction against my skin. He groans when he finds nothing but my waist beads and smacks my bare ass in appreciation. I moan with him.

“I want my pussy, Tori. Give it to me,” he demands, pulling off his t-shirt.

My response is immediate. “Take it Daddy, it’s yours.”

“All mine?”

And just like that, Caleb and Tracee no longer exist. “Uh huh,” I gasp, grinding back on his erection as proof. He tugs my dashiki over my head and lets it drop to the ground. His hands creep down between my legs, palming my sex as I moan again.

“Mmm, drippin' for Daddy as usual. I love how wet you get when you’re pissed off.”

My pussy ripples against his fingers rubbing up and down the moist folds, spreading my essence all over his hand. I hear his shorts drop. He then groans deeply as he uses my wetness to lube his shaft. My loins clench at the neediness in his voice, and at the lewd sound of him stroking himself behind me. He bends me over the railing and rubs his tip along my opening. With a handful of my ass cheek in his other hand, he pushes all the way inside me, meeting my hilt. He pumps into me with slow, deep, deliberate thrusts, claiming me, making me his. I squeeze the railing with a death grip as my eyes water. I feel like my breath is being stolen away, the sensation made even hotter as we're stark naked and out in the open air.

“Unnnnhh…” I can’t help but whine. He's so big and he feels so good.

He rewards me with a wet kiss on my neck. "That's it, baby, watch this beautiful sunset while I fuck my pussy." He gathers my braids in his fist and pulls my head back as he pipes me down with that amazing dick, his powerful thighs colliding with the flesh of my ass. "Hmm. Good girl. Such a good baby girl."

I love the dick. That’s it. I’m definitely not in love with its owner. Because I already love another man, and it’s impossible to love two men at the same time.

Right?

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Roman’s POV

My body is stirred awake by the intense, pleasurable sensation in my groin area. Morning head is goated, especially when done right. And Tori gets it so fucking right. I love how she can’t get enough of me. It helps that I just had a nice dream in which she was throwing that fat ass back on me on a private beach in the Maldives. We need to go back some other time, it was great.

“Mmm, damn, T, don’t stop,” I rumble, my eyes remaining shut as pleasure takes over. Her mouth is all the way down my dick, sucking my meat off the bone and it feels so damn good.

“I won’t, Daddy.”

Hold up.

That is not the T I’m expecting.

My eyes fly open at the familiar voice. Sure enough, there lies my wife between my legs, deep-throating my cock. I forgot that I’m back home and not in L.A. where I last left Tori. I don’t expect to soften because I’m already so close. To her credit, Tracee is going off on me in a way she never has before. She’s doing all the right things, spitting on my dick and licking it all up, taking every inch of me down her throat while squeezing my balls. I didn’t expect this from her at all. She’s even looking at me while sucking me off, something she never does unless I make her.

I’m up on my hands now, fully sitting, my breathing out of control as she sucks and strokes me harder. “Fuck, oh my god,” I’m about to come, and come real hard. I grab the back of her head and buck my hips, fucking her warm mouth and fucking it hard. My head rocks backwards as I release all my load down her throat with an elated moan. She swallows every drop and proceeds to lick me clean with her tongue before releasing my dick.

Goddamn.

“You okay?” Tracee asks, watching my chest rise and fall.

I swallow, attempting to wet my dry throat. “Yeah, just caught off-guard,” I admit. “That was unexpected, in a good way, of course. You’ve never done that before.”

Tracee smiles. “Glad you liked it. I had a great teacher.” She plays a video on her phone and raises it up to my face.

It’s a closeup of Tori with my dick in her mouth.

I made that recording last month when we were in Saudi Arabia for Crown Jewel and I thought I had deleted it. Immediately I try to deny it’s me, but Tracee knows exactly what my cock looks like. Also the tribal tattoos on the hand grabbing Tori’s hair give me away. More embarrassingly, the sound of my voice, praising her and urging her on between moans, rings loudly around the bedroom, making me cringe. Before I can lunge for the phone, Tracee has already scooted out of my reach, climbing off the bed as she glowers at me.

“Took me quite a while to hack into your phone, but I did it,” she informs me. “Airdropped all your shit. The dick pics, her naked selfies, the nasty ass videos.” She shakes her head, her smile cold and vindictive. “Given your track record, I always suspected you were fucking around on me, even before we got married. I confirmed it at that charity gala back in August. You and that tramp made googly eyes at each other all night. On top of that, she smelled exactly like you do whenever you come home. How old is that girl, Roman? She is at least ten years younger than you, you dirty, nasty fuck!"

Nine, actually. But I stay silent, allowing her to vent. Let her get it out of her system so we can move forward with this.

“Oh, and lest I forget, she’s married!” Tracee continues. “I wonder what her husband will think about all of this. Unless he knows and ain’t saying shit. He screams ‘doormat’, so that won’t surprise me. But what is it with you and cheating, huh? You cheated on the last bitch before me, too. Does the thrill of destroying people’s lives turn you on? Does your fucktoy even know she's next? Maybe I should tell her-”

“Stop it, Tracee,” I cut her off. She’s crossing the line.

She laughs childishly at my warning. “Let me guess, you told her you love her, too. Have you filled her head with that bullshit like you did with me? Answer me, Roman. Do you love her? Or is it all about the young nubile pussy I don’t have anymore?”

I swear the answer is on the tip of my tongue. That I don’t love Tori. That this is just a phase I’ll soon get over. But all that comes out of my mouth after several uncomfortable seconds is, “I don’t know.”

Tracee gapes at me in complete disbelief. “You don’t know,” she repeats, letting out a bitter, mirthless laugh. “You know, you are an absolute piece of work. I’m six fucking months pregnant with your kid and you’re fucking another bitch when you should be home with me, taking care of me! Tryna eat your cake and have it! Grow the fuck up, Roman, and face your responsibilities!”

Tracee and I are not perfect, even though I constantly tried to convince her that I was. We both have quirks but we always picked up where the other was a little weaker. But now she has seen through all of the BS and has realized I’ve been the weak one all along. I won’t lie, it dents my ego.

“Oh, and if you think I’m divorcing you so you can run off with your little slut, you got another thing coming,” my wife says matter-of-factly. “Unlike you, I’m not a quitter, and I refuse to raise my child in a single parent home. You have until tonight to end it with your whore, or I post everything I have online, and your fans will finally see you and your side bitch for the lying, cheating scumbags y’all are.”

The look in her eyes tells me there is no room for negotiation. Not that I ever expected one. She pats the top of my head like I’m her pet and walks away. “Good luck, sweetie.”

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Tori’s POV

It’s barely eight in the morning, but it already feels like the worst day of my life.

My hands are shaking, my eyes are blurry with tears as I stare at my phone, terrified, watching my life flash before my eyes with every number that ticks by. My doomsday is finally here, and it’s been coming. If it’s what I think it is, how the fuck am I going to break this to Caleb?

The knock on my door startles me so bad I almost hit the roof of my apartment. Composing myself, I go over to the door and it’s the absolute last person I want to see right now. I try to hide.

“T, open up! I know you’re in there!”

Of course he sees me. He knows about the faulty peephole on the door. He also sounds deadly serious. Reluctantly, I open the door and cross my arms. I eye down my lover, inwardly chastising the stirring in my loins. His gray sweatpants and tank top show off everything that needs to be shown off. But his grim expression warns me that he’s not here for sexy time. This is more apparent when he storms past me without even a greeting.

“Are you alright?” I ask him, watching him pace around my living room like a madman. Something is up.

“Tracee knows,” is all he says.

Shit. “Bianca?” I’m gonna beat that bitch’s ass.

“No. She said she’s known since Summerslam.” He looks at me. I can tell he hasn’t slept well in a while. He doesn't sleep as well without me. “I just wanted to let you know to brace yourself. Maybe clue up your husband too. She is coming after me with all guns blazing and it’s not going to be pretty.”

Fuck! Caleb will hang me out to dry the minute he finds out, and it’s going to destroy me. But I’m Tori motherfucking Milan. I’m the champ, the best female wrestler in the world, and nobody threatens me. “I can handle myself, homie. You tell your wife to calm her ass down.”

“I think we're way past that now.” He pauses, glancing down for a second before looking back at me. “She asked me if I loved you.”

I smirk and roll my eyes. “I bet she did.”

“I said I don’t know.”

I almost fall over in shock. “What the fuck! Why would you say that?”

“I didn’t want to lie to her. I’ve already lied enough as it is.”

“Lie? What do you mean, lie?” My heart is pounding. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? “Now is not the time to be a fucking mute, Reigns, answer me!”

“I may have caught feelings, okay?” he blurts out, his expression utterly helpless. “It stopped being about the sex a long time ago. I just like being around you, being there for you. You make me feel good, T, and not just sexually, ya know. You understand me, you care about me, we have a connection that feels way deeper than just sex.” He stops himself, as if realizing he’s said too much. He bows his head, raking his fingers through his disheveled hair. “It’s okay if you don't feel the same. I’m the one who fucked up and crossed the line.”

“I caught feelings too,” I confess, and his eyes soften, “But it doesn’t matter. It can’t matter. Not when we’re both married and she’s about to have your baby...”

Baby...

Oh shit!

Right on cue, the timer goes off on my phone. I flash a panicked glance Roman’s way.

Oh god.

Shutting off the alarm, my legs feel like jelly as I sidle over to the kitchen table. I feel Roman close behind me, wondering what’s going on. My hands are shaking and my heart pounds as I pick up the white stick, moments away from changing my life, forever. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I slowly open my eyes, locking on the words that stare back at me. Wordlessly, I show Roman the result.

Not pregnant.

“Jesus,” he breathes, wiping his brow.

I shouldn’t be offended by his sigh of relief, but I am. “Yeah, close call, right? You don’t gotta deal with me anymore than you have to,” I gripe.

“Don’t be like that. If you were pregnant, I’da taken care of you and my baby, no questions asked.”

“It coulda been Caleb’s.”

Roman scoffs. “Please. The kid would definitely have been mine. I nut in you almost every time we fuck. You got some black magic in that pussy.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment? Cuz it sucked.” I take another deep breath. Honestly, I’m ecstatic. I’m not ready for motherhood. Not yet, not when I’m having the best year of my career. “We should end this, Roman. This right here is a wake up call,” I say, waving the negative test for emphasis.

“We should,” he agrees. I hate the way my heart sinks and my eyes sting, but it’s the truth.

“We’ve hurt a lot of people with our actions,” I soldier on, trying to talk sense into both of us.

He takes a step closer to me. “We have. But the person I hurt the most is you.”

He is the most unserious motherfucker in the world, saying all of this while staring me down with the hungriest expression. “Roman, please don’t look at me like that,” I beg.

“Like how?” He tugs me into his arms.

“Like you wanna eat me.”

I should have reassessed my words, because his eyes grow even darker. “Baby girl, you don’t know the half of it,” he whispers, caressing the side of my face as he gazes deep into my eyes. He kisses my cheek, breathing me in, and then, my lips. I melt into nothingness. He grabs the back of my neck and deepens the kiss with his tongue swirling with mine, and I’m taken back in time to our very first kiss, on the hospital’s rooftop, filled with promises we knew would be broken, but choosing to dive in anyway. It was just like this - hot and devouring and passionate, like we are each other’s oxygen and we’re dying to breathe.

A sudden realization has me reeling, causing my hands to trail up his muscular shoulders and then settle on his handsome face, holding onto him for dear life.

Roman Reigns is my oxygen. I can't breathe without him.

He pulls away from me, holding my gaze with his dark eyes. “You’re so fuckin' beautiful,” he mumbles, giving me a softer kiss that curls my toes.

“You were right. I shoulda been with you from the jump, all those years ago. I blew it, and now here I am, married to someone that's not you, having a baby with someone that's not you. I know I should try to be better with Tracee and be happy with her." He swallows hard and his chin quivers. The badass Undisputed Heavyweight Champion, right now, he is not. "But I love you. I'm in love with you and I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life. But I can't have you and it's my fault and I have to live with it.”

“Roman…” The tears I've been fighting back fall. He’s killing me. I am so weak right now.

His voice is small and soft and heartbreaking as he clings to me, almost as if I’m his lifeline. “Teach me how to resist you, Tori,” he implores me. “Teach me, please. I’ve tried and failed a hundred times already.”

We’re in the same boat then, because I don’t know how to resist him. I’m caught up in so much emotion and it’s overwhelming. “I love you too. But we have to stop. It’s the right thing to do,” I choke out one more time, unconvincing even to my own ears.

Roman chuckles, the sound weighty with defeat. “I know. You right,” he assures me. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip, swollen from his kiss, and he smiles as I shiver. “I'll back off,” he promises, a defiant look in his eyes as he suddenly lifts me in his arms and carries me over to the sofa, “Tomorrow,” he adds with a growl.

I’m aware of the hole we’ve dug for ourselves, and if I’m going to get us out, I have to tell him "no" a little more firmly. I need to show a little more self control. Instead, I’m helping him undress and he's doing the same to me. I should be pushing him off, but I wrap my arms and legs around him and accept his branding kiss. Ending our affair may be the right thing, but nothing has ever felt as right to me as being in Roman’s arms. If this is indeed the last time I get to be with him, I plan on going out with a bang, literally.

We’ll do the right thing tomorrow, I guess.

THE END

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edgeofheavenshortnovel · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1 - Unblanking

Paramedics and the police arrived swarming Andy and Patrice’s home in this upscale and exclusive subdivision.

The chief of police found Andy curled up on their king-size bed in the master’s bedroom. He was quiet. He didn’t even flinch when the cop walked in.

“Sir, may we have a word please?” Chief of Police Officer Ed Cho, sternly asked Andy.

Although the Chief of Police Officer was a short and stout man with dark eyes and bushy eyebrows, not physical descriptions to be feared, he was very intimidating. He could look like a happy husband and a loving father when he was off from work, but he sure was daunting when he put his blue uniform on.

There had been rumors about him being a bad cop, planting drugs on suspects and framing his enemies, just to make an arrest and get his enemies off his back.

Andy didn’t like him.

“Sir, we just wanted to get your statement regarding her death.”

“Okay,” Andy said weakly.

“We just want you to walk us through what happened and how you found her.”

“Okay… Uhm… Well, I arrived from work and she usually greets me the moment I walk into the front door, but she didn’t. So I went looking for her in the kitchen, but I didn’t find her there. I came here to the bedroom, but she was not here. So I went into that room and then I saw that she had hung herself.”

The chief police officer stared at him with a hint of incredulity on his face.

“Look, if you think I might have something to do with this, I don’t know how you come up with that. She took her own life. And if you will be incriminating me for her suicide, then I must speak to my lawyer first.” Andy hesitated.

“Did you find the suicide note?” the officer followed up quickly.

“No.”

“Then there is a reason why we need to question you at the station. You might want to call your lawyer now, we’re going to take your official statement. And meanwhile, stay out of that room. We wouldn’t want to disrupt any potential evidence for a potential crime.”

“I did not - fine. I will call my lawyer.”

Andy spoke to his lawyer, Atty. Alonso Yap, shortly after speaking to Cho for over half an hour. They made their way to the police station where Chief Police Officer Cho was posted.

After he had given his statement to the cops for more than three hours, he went home to the very home he found his dead fiancée in.

Andy went into the bathroom to do his nightly routine hot shower. His mind was blank and he felt numb.

He finished his bath and got changed into his night clothes and crawled into bed.

“This can’t be real.” he sighed.

He rolled to his fiancée’s side of the bed and lit the lavender-scented candle on her side-bed table to feel her presence.

Patrice had always done this when she was preparing to go to bed every night.

“How could you do this to yourself, Trizzy?” he caressed her pillow in hopes to hear her voice. In hopes that this is all nothing but a nightmare that he was about to wake up from and Patrice would be there sleeping next to him.

Andy just lay there for hours, unable to get any sleep. His mind was blank but at the same time in complete chaos.

He was troubled by the thought that there was no suicide note. Or perhaps there was but Cho and his team were just trying to frame him so he could add him to his tally of arrests.

Andy took his phone for the first time since he called the emergency number and went to check his Instagram.

“Trizzy always leaves trails about her mood on her social media. Cryptic most of the time, but I can figure it out.” he thought to himself.

Patrice’s was the only account he followed on Instagram. He noticed that he was no longer following anyone on his account. Zero.

“Did she block me before she killed herself?” he wondered.

He then remembered that he and Patrice used to have a dummy account to catfish and play pranks on random people years ago. So he logged in to the account and searched Patrice’s handle on the search box.

“No results found for pa3ssss”

“Then this must mean she deleted her account.”

He knew her login so he went on to log in to her account instead.

Error. It said the account did not exist.

“So she did delete her account.”

He went on to check all her other social media accounts. Twitter, Facebook, Snapchat, Discord, Twitch, Reddit - none. Even her Pinterest account no longer existed.

“And the police said they could not find her phone nor locate it at the moment,” he recalled.

He checked to see if her email still existed, and it did.

The couple shared all their logins and passwords because Patrice always forgot her logins. He kept a list of the logins and passwords on his Notes app on his phone to keep track of all of them in case they needed them.

He went on his Notes app to look for her email login so he could try to get in. But this was set up to ask for a 2-Way Authentication from her phone number and her phone was missing. He could not get in.

He hated the fact that the police had suspected him of foul play. He can afford to get her an autopsy to prove his innocence, anyway. Why should he not do that?

“No, they’ll cut her up just to prove she killed herself. That would do more disrespect to her death,” he continued to think.

He was so tempted to get into the writing room to look for clues. He knew well that she kept her journals in there. Did the police take them for evidence? There was only one way for Andy to find out.

He jumped out of his bed and strode toward the writing room.

He went in slowly making sure he does not disturb the police tapes around it, then he scuffled through the cabinet on the left wing of the room where she kept her notebooks.

He couldn’t find her journals. He most certainly knew what they looked like because, after all, he bought them for her every year. They were not there.

“She must’ve hidden them somewhere else,” he muttered.

He went through another cabinet, but he still could not find any of those notebooks. He went looking through every drawer and checked for compartments. None.

“I wonder where she hid them,” he exhaled.

“Or did she get rid of them like how she got rid of her social media?” he started to wonder, also worried that the police must’ve gotten them when they were sweeping up the scene earlier that night.

“If Trizzy’s suicide is going to put me in jail, damn her soul. I hope she rots in hell. She’s really managing to get on my nerves even in her death.” he felt an overwhelming resentment and anger toward his deceased fiancee. But at the same time, felt a pang of strong guilt that he could accuse her of something he is not even sure was her intention.

He stood at the left corner of the room, right beside the shelf where Patrice kept all the children’s books she had written.

He stared at the ceiling where she hung a few hours ago, and chills started to linger on his nape.

Andy wasn’t superstitious. He did not believe in spirits or anything supernatural. He wasn’t even a believer in a higher being in the sky either. But at that moment, he felt a damning presence. He started to feel goosebumps running down his entire body. At least that’s how he was feeling at the moment.

He quickly walked out of the writing room and closed the door. He jumped right back to bed and forced himself to sleep.

But he couldn’t.

Every time he closed his eyes, he could see the scene of Patrice’s dead body hanging in the writing room.

He was overcome with fear and anger. He hated her for leaving him a problem. He hated that she had to leave him first in the most inconvenient way possible before he could. He hated her so much at that point, that he could not remember why he even fell in love with her in the first place.

“All you ever offered was an inconvenience since day one, Trizzy.” he cried out.

“And now you just want to mess with me after all these years of always putting you above my needs!”

Andy sobbed hysterically.

The next thing he knew, he had fallen asleep and was awoken by his phone ringing.

10:54 AM. 71 missed calls. 90 messages. And a whole bunch of social media notifications.

“They probably just want to hear what I have to say about what happened to Trizzy.”

“And I’m very late for work.” he sighed.

“I think they’ll understand if I don’t come to work today. My fiancée just died.” he thought as he stared at the bathroom door, hesitating to get out of his bed.

He didn’t bother reading the messages. He just didn’t feel like he wanted to talk to anybody.

He succumbed to his thoughts about Patrice once again.

Last night he was angry and he hated her. But today, he missed her.

He recalled the day they first met.

She was a new hire in the same company where he worked. He was fortunate enough to have her be assigned the desk next to him.

He didn’t introduce himself at first. He was frustrated at his job because he always missed his quota.

But then she turned to him and said, “Hi! I’m new here.”

Her wide smile was brilliant, almost amusing that she seemed so happy to be in this wretched place.

“I can see that.” Andy returned.

“Someone is grumpy,” she said in a mocking tone as she turned her seat back to her computer screen ignoring Andy.

He didn’t know if he had to feel bad about it, but he was intrigued by her energy.

“I’m sorry. I’m just tired, that’s all. My name is Andy.” he pushed his seat nearer to her desk.

“Andy? Almost sounds like ‘Angry’. Just like your mood and your entire vibe.”

“Why is she so sarcastic?” Andy thought.

“Is it your dream job to call people and sell them stuff that doesn’t work? Or are you just here because you desperately need a job?” Andy asked her in a joking manner.

“The second one.”

“That makes the two of us.”

“Oh really? What did you want to be before deciding to work here?”

“I wanted to be a rich model sipping on a pina colada in a yacht with three or four hot chicks around me.”

“You’ll get there.” she retorted.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name. What did you say your name was?” he shifted his posture to lean toward her.

“I didn’t tell you my name. But I’m Patrice. But everyone calls me Patty or Pat.”

“Then I am not calling you Patty or Pat. I will be calling you Trice or Trizzy.” his mouth arched upwards to a grin.

“No, you won’t.”

“Oh, yes I will.” And then he leaned back in his chair, pushed back to his desk, and returned to work.

A month went by, and they both easily got along. Andy was not making sales still, Patrice was getting the hang of the job, and they both became work friends.

Andy’s mood towards coming to work was a lot better now. He felt a little better about his job now that there is someone he can joke around with and hang around with within the office.

He lived up to calling her Trizzy and she often got annoyed and ignored him every time he called her Trizzy. But soon, she got around to the nickname he had given her and just gave in.

Little did Andy know that he was slowly developing strong feelings toward Patrice.

The phone rang again.

Andy saw it was a call from Patrice’s mother. He didn’t want to deal with her family yet. He was still trying to process everything for himself.

In the afternoon, Andy headed out to the mortuary to see Patrice. Her parents were already there.

Her mother, Roselyn was crying uncontrollably. Her father, Harold, was consoling his wife while he sobbed on her shoulder. Her younger sister, Kate, was also there. She cried quietly as she watched her parents hugging each other. The only one who was not there was her older sister, Stacey. She’s currently in Singapore on a trip with her husband.

Andy stopped his pace and watched her family mourning the loss of their precious daughter and sister.

He couldn’t face them. After his thoughts of wanting to break up with Patrice the night before, he felt this heavy guilt throbbing in his chest.

He turned around and went straight back to his car.

He felt numb again.

He was overwhelmed by the sight of Patrice’s family. He couldn’t watch the scene for one more minute. He could never face them - not because he was guilty of causing her death, but because he failed to identify whatever caused her to take her own life beforehand.

He was supposed to know. She was supposed to tell him things like this. He was supposed to listen and support her. But he felt that he was too busy and selfish to even give a thought about what could have been going on with her while he wasn’t around.

He should have been able to spot the slightest change in her demeanor. But he was too overwhelmed by his feelings of dissatisfaction with the relationship.

He went straight back home and planned to leave the country. He didn’t want to deal with any of this right now. He wanted to mourn the loss of his fiancee but not in an emotional territory with the rest of her friends and family. He wanted to be alone.

“Maybe I’ll go to Ireland. Trizzy always wanted to visit Dublin. I can mourn her there.” he said to himself.

“And maybe I should contact Atty. Yap first, so I would not look too suspicious for deciding to leave the country for a while.” he continued to think out loud.

He sat on his bed and turned his head toward the writing room’s door.

“I must find her journals.”

Andy shifted and rested his head on the pillow.

He thought, “She should’ve told me what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. She never showed any signs. She never said anything. The answer must be in her journals…”

Andy’s thoughts slowly flooded with different possibilities of why his fiancée could have taken her life.

Was it something that he had done in the past that hurt her? Was it a family problem? Did she have some sort of mental health issues he didn’t know about? Did something happen with her publishing deal and her career?

His mind swiveled to darkness. He had fallen asleep.

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randomguywithwords · 5 years ago

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Thanks For The Assist: Chapter 4 (Itsuka X Neito Story)

AO3 Link: Here

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Chapter 4: Talking to Himself and Her

Sorry for the long wait. More notes at the end. Also I didn’t put a recap because this doesn’t immediately continue from chapter 3 (Monoma leaving Nezu’s office). Don’t worry, I provide context. Read on, I hope you enjoy this.

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The buzz from his phone made Monoma stir from the menial task of hanging up his blazer. He picked it up, a faint smile gracing his lips at the notification.

Kendo: Hey

Monoma: Hi, what’s up?

Kendo: R u free?

Monoma: Yeah, just got home, and there’s not much to do. You?

Kendo: On the train now.

Monoma: I see. How was today?

Kendo: Crazy, it’s only been the second day and so much has happened.

Monoma: Yeah, definitely didn’t expect an alarm to go off.

Admittedly, it had startled him from his meal, but he hadn’t panicked and dashed for the exit like the rabble. Imagine U.A students being scared of an alarm, he scoffed internally. He instead peered out the window to see the horde of reporters barging onto the compound, which made him question the true disparity between adults and teenagers. Apparently, some of the others from 1A had noticed the media too.

Kendo: Ikr, and apparently the seniors had never had it happen before. I heard one of them telling one of the 1A students.

Monoma: Wow, was it the same guy who flew to the ceiling? The guy with spectacles?

Kendo: I think so. That was brave of him :O

Monoma: Mmhmm.

It was more humorous than brave, seeing that caricature of a rectangle slam against the wall and holler, but Neito kept that to himself. Thinking about the authority that radiated from that person, another thought occurred to him which he typed out.

Oh yeah, congrats on your appointment by the way.

Kendo: Ah, thanks heh. Hope I can do y’all proud.

For its chairpersons, the class decided for a free-for-all vote similar to what 1A did, where everyone essentially voted for themselves, the rationale being that those willing to give up their vote for themselves in favour of one of their peers meant something. Despite the gaping flaws in logic, Monoma found himself being one of those very people who helped get Kendo to where she was.

Although, he kept quiet about that. Sure, he would have wanted to become chairperson. What better way of drawing the spotlight to himself? That...that was one of the reasons he chose to enter the hero course...Still, he had reasons as to why he cast his vote for her, one of which he lacked the courage to admit to himself, much less engrave in prose.

Monoma: Don’t worry, you’ll do great.

Kendo: :D thx.

Oh yeah, what happened yesterday after school?

He found himself typing an answer even before her next message was received, his heart skipping a beat at the thought that she cared enough to ask why he wasn’t there yesterday.

Don’t have to answer if it’s private ><

Monoma: Nah, it’s fine. I was meeting the principal.

Kendo: o_O Nezu? Wow, did you do something?

Monoma: No, I’m taking lessons from him.

Kendo: Whaaaat? That’s awesome! What r u learning?

He grinned a bit, imagining Kendo saying that in person, with her jaw dropped.

Monoma: Well, he told me to do some pre-reading on a book about ethics of quirk usage. Maybe something about morality or philosophy?

Kendo: Sounds cool. Why’d he choose you though?

Neito grimaced. His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before he typed out his answer, feeling a pang of guilt. His attempt to reason that it was a partial truth tasted bitter on his mind.

Monoma: No idea. Might be because of my quirk.

Kendo: That makes sense. It’s a unique one.

Monoma: That’s a nice way of putting it.

Nicer than what others have said about his quirk, at least. He wondered if she would catch that undertone in his message.

Kendo was typing....Nothing….Kendo was typing...His heart dared to soar.

Kendo: I mean, it is. You can theoretically use every quirk. Imagine using more than one quirk. That’d be insane.

Ah.

Monoma: Well, not every quirk. I can’t use quirks that require stored power, and I can only use one quirk at a time. But thanks.

Kendo: Oh, I c. Who knows, maybe you’ll be able to expand on that.

Monoma: Maybe. I don’t know.

Would he? Was U.A that good of a school to really improve quirks to that extent? Even though the motto’s been repeated far too many times for his liking in two days, to break the limits of a quirk...Was that even possible? Did heroes do that?

I’m gonna go take a shower, sorry.

Kendo: Np. TTYL?

Monoma: Yeah, sure.

Monoma put down the phone and frowned. Why’d you say that? His conscience snarled. Seeking some sympathy? She doesn’t care, she’s not going to pacify your ego if you speak in such a roundabout way.

SIghing, he plopped down on his bed. Curb your dramatics. You’re not performing for anyone. Your room is a theatre – an empty one, that is.

Nice to always have that voice keep him in check. Maybe calling it his conscience was inaccurate, but that voice, whatever it represented, helped disperse the fog of arrogance whenever it got too thick. It was a constant, insufferable, miserable reminder that Monoma was both a background character getting less than a second of screentime (if any) in the movie called the universe.

And it partially sounded like his mother. Just a bit.

Yet his ego liked to believe he was a main character in his own story, which he was, but what kind of story was it? Not an important one, surely. Therefore, it was necessary that these two sides clashed. Clashing like two titans, but that was his ego talking. It was really more like two puppies yapping at each other.

Stop thinking you’re more important than you really are.

This self-contemplation was annoying. He left his room feeling the stage fright get to him. A stage fright where he was both an audience and actor. In other words, he was scared of what he was thinking.

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The clock read 0005. Ideally, Monoma would not even be reading those four numbers, but despite the school day tomorrow, the bright light from his phone lit up his face in the darkness of his room. A nightly ritual of his, scrolling through social media feeds. A ritual that drained his vitality and energy from the next day, but a ritual nonetheless.

He read through some posts about procrastination, staying up late, and chuckled to himself, in his head. It might not have been hilarious, but it was empathetic.

He watched a video about the scale of the universe relative to him. The next post encouraged him that his life experiences were important and unique to himself.

Finally, he saw a meme on Romeo & Juliet, thought about it for a while, and then went to sleep.

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Yeah, nearly a month since chapter 3 and I only have 1k words to show for it. Doesn’t say much, but I went through a ton of issues while writing this, including procrastination, writer’s block and not knowing what this story should be about besides Monokendou. But after a depressing day of having to socialise way outside my comfort zone, I went back and just finished this. I think this shows enough of Monoma’s character...? Idk it might be disappointing to some, sorry.

Uh also somehow I still gained followers and my activity never flatlined? That was honestly mind-blowing (and I felt hella guilty). But I didn’t want to cheapen out by just typing an apology / thanks without having anything to show, so I decided when I did express all that, it would be with the publishing of a new chapter. So...thanks. Next is Chapter 18 for ATDS.

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clumsybookworm18 · 6 years ago

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and my burden to bear is a love (i can’t carry anymore) | pt.3

Jossam + Ghost AU

Summary: Sam thinks she’s crazy and Josh is... Josh.

[Read on AO3], Moodboard, part 1 / 2 / 4

She shouldn’t have been surprised. Not when it came to Josh. And yet she couldn’t believe it. When people die, they tend to stay dead. These sorts of things didn’t happen. People did not see their dead friends.

But there he was.

Draped over her bed was Joshua Washington, a person who was officially declared dead (if the headless body was any indication), his black clothes a stark contrast with her ivory duvet.

She didn’t know- couldn’t even begin to fathom what to say or do other than gawk at him. The pounding in her heart too distracting, along with some other emotion she didn’t want to make out.

Josh angled his head, a half smile playing on his lips. “Dreadful etiquette, I apologize.”

He looked anything but sorry.

“You’re here,” Sam heard herself say, far way, the words somehow coming out resigned and shocked- not processing she had spoken at all. She wasn’t entirely sure she was breathing either.

“Hello to you too, Sammy.”

She blinked. Then blinked once more. Nope, he was still there.

What. The. Hell.

Josh raised an eyebrow. “Most people would consider staring rude, ya kn-”

Without thinking, she hurled at him the first thing at her reach. Which turned out to be her diary.

Josh let out a curse, ducking in vain as it flew through him. Both of them watched as it landed with a muffled thump on the plush carpet.

He turned to look at her, muttering, “Pacifist my ass.” Though his face was serious, something like amusement glinted in his eyes. “Is this going to be a thing now? You throwing something at me every time I scare you?”

No no no no no. This wasn’t happening. She must’ve fallen asleep and was dreaming right now. She was having some kind of fever dream. Yup. That was totally it. There absolutely wasn’t a dead person sitting on the foot of her bed. Nope.

Looking to avoid the presence in front of her, Sam threw the covers off her and got up, walking over to where her diary had landed. As she bent to pick it up, out of the corner of her eye she saw Josh smoothly sit up, bracing his hands on his thighs, watching her. Always watching her. Like he used to do.

A shiver went through her. It was just the cold. Nothing else.

That's what happens when you leave the comfort of your blanket burrito to step into a freezing room.

Sam closed her eyes and took a single deep breath, trying not to let the eeriness of it rattle her (keyword being trying), before turning to face him. “You’re not real.”

Josh snorted. “Oh, I’m real alright,” he said, and- yep, that was definitely amusement glittering in those eyes. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for one of you fuckers to finally see me?”

“No,” she refuted, shaking her head. “This is just my subconscious showing me what I want to see. Or don’t, more specifically.”

He gave her a lazy grin that once would’ve made her heart flutter. “I’m flattered Sammy. Really. But no imaginary doppelganger of mine can have my wit and charm-”

“And can’t be as aggravating as you,” she said dryly. “You know what? I’m actually inclined to believe this is all true. You haven’t been here five minutes and you’re already getting on my nerves.”

Josh put a hand to his chest. “Aw Sammy, you wound me. After all those late night talks we had together.”

She glared at him.

Josh stalked towards her, stopping less than a foot away, and she could’ve sworn a whisper of warmth grazed her skin. “What? Did you actually think you were crazy talking to a voice inside your head?” He gave her a knowing smirk. “Oh honey, you’re not delusional, trust me.”

Flashes of them in the mines raced through her mind, clamping down on her heart. Josh muttering to himself. Mike hitting him. Sam asking for the cable car key. Josh giving it to her. Their last conversation (she’d lost count of how many times she’s replayed it in her mind). The last time she saw him, alive and bleeding.

She didn’t even say goodbye.

Fiercely shoving the memories away, Sam refrained from curling her fingers around the chain that rested around her neck, curling them into fists instead. She didn’t miss how his eyes flickered down to her hands as if he knew, but didn’t comment on it.

Wise move.

“How?” She demanded. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

He shrugged. “Never said I wasn’t.”

Her blood chilled at his words- ignoring the doubt churning beneath her skin, trying to untangle the certainty of what she’d known all along but kept pushing into the back of her mind, like every irrational thought. She took a few steps back, putting some much needed space between them. For her sake.

“You mean to tell me... that the voice I’ve been hearing all this time was a vestige of you and not my imagination,” she said, not entirely a question.

Josh smirked. “What do you think?”

“So all those terrible wisecracks and irritating quips… that was you?”

“I’m pretty sure you mispronounced the word genius.”

A short, incredulous laugh escaped her. “This is insane. I’m fucking insane.”

“No, you’re not,” Josh said flatly.

“I have to be, otherwise I’m talking to a ghost.” Which, as far as she was concerned, were only supposed to haunt graveyards and old houses, not a tired twenty year old.

He lifted a hand as if he were going to touch her but stopped when Sam yielded a step. Josh’s mouth tightened, hurt flickering in his eyes. “Sam, listen to me. I’m real. This is happening.”

“You can’t be here,” she insisted. “You can’t.”

“Yet here I am. Standing right in front of you. Talking to you,” he said, crossing his arms. “You know it. You can feel it. You have for a while. Admit it.”

“You can be a brain tumor, for all I know,” she snapped, making way to get away from him.

Josh’s moved swiftly, snarling softly and blocking her path. “You weren’t this upset when I was a faceless voice ‘inside your head’ but now I’m a problem?”

Sam ignored him, stepping around him and walking away.

Josh didn’t let her get far, immediately materializing in front of her. “Is it that hard for you to even look at me?”

This time she didn’t even bother trying to pass by him, but strode right through him instead which seemed to piss him off the whole more. She wasn’t going to make this easy for him.

Sam jolted at the feel of something cold sliding over her neck. She whirled to him, a hand rising to the back of her neck. “Stop that!”

“Then stop being so stubborn,” he said simply, any leftover amusement fading from his face.

She debated on throwing the diary to his face again, but knowing her luck, the ruckus it would cause wouldn’t be worth it and she’d probably end up waking her mother. And Sam really wasn’t in the mood to explain why she was up at two in the morning arguing like a lunatic with a ghost- hallucination- fuck. Jury’s still out. “What do you want from me?”

Josh crossed his arms. “What I want is for you to stop freaking out and talk to me.”

“How can you expect me to be calm about this,” she hissed, motioning a hand in his direction.

“Considering the situation we were in the last time we saw each other, Samantha, you could at least look happy to see me.”

Sam stiffened. The last thing she needed was a reminder of what happened down at the mines. “I don’t want you here.”

“Tough shit.” he snapped, coming closer, making it harder to ignore the warmth seeping off from him. “You think I enjoy watching you wallow around everyday, mourning my sisters? The past?” The Me? went unspoken between them but the look in her eyes told him she heard it altogether. “Fading away, day after day, watching as your grief and despair eat you alive. Literally.”

Sam didn’t answer him but if he wasn’t already dead, she would’ve killed him with the glare she sent his way.

“Whether you hate me or love me, you’re stuck with me,” Josh went on, not balking from that hazel gaze. His eyes were clearer now, more focused. “But I’m also stuck with you. So you see, kind of a lose-lose situation.”

She watched him for a heartbeat longer before asking, “So what? I’m supposed to be ecstatic you’re here to make my life a living hell? Haunt me for the rest of my miserable days?”

His face darkened. “Is that what you think?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me given all your yapping.”

“You didn’t seem to mind during our nightly tête-à-têtes.”

“Prick.”

Josh let out a wry, low laugh, looking her over. “As for whatever reason you’re seeing me…” he trailed off, bringing a hand up to his jaw. “Well, it makes sense, of course, since you have been the only one that’s been talking back to me- that could hear me in the first place.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “We had a…”

Connection.

Sam scoffed.

“Right,” she said, drawing the word out.

She was definitely sleep deprived.

Josh watched her walk over to her bed, furiously stuffing some pillows under her arms. He raised an eyebrow. “...What are you doing?”

“Going over to my mom’s room,” she said, not looking at him, “I need to think, and you’re obviously not gonna leave anytime soon...”

He leans against the wall, frowning. “What makes you think I won’t follow you?”

“You won’t,” Sam says, and almost laughs at the sureness of her tone. If tonight has taught her anything, is that she doesn’t know jack-shit. She could already feel a headache forming.

What a mess.

Once she’s in front of her mom’s door, she lets out a shuddering breath, looking back to make sure there was no other presence but her own. Her heartbeat slows when her eyes find nothing.

Careful not to wake her mom, Sam climbs into the fluffy bed, the sheets warm and welcoming. As she drifts off, she hears his voice like a whisper in the wind,

“Night Sammy.”

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Bouncing

Warning smut a head lol. Seems like my other one did well so I figured I would get it another try smut is not my strong suit so here it go again.

You had just finished working out in the gym at the Averages compound. It was late at night everyone was or should be asleep but you. You couldn’t sleep and had a lot of energy even after today’s mission. So you thought hitting the gym would be a good idea. Might help you sleep. When you got there it was actually nice being there by yourself. Quite you could watch whatever you wanted to, listen to music without you ear buds in. Hell even a certain god wasn’t bugging you.

Well he didn’t bug you. But he was so hot and cold you didn’t know what to think. You swear half the time he was in there, was when you were there and you felt like his eyes never left your body. You always just wore some kind sports bra and yoga pants. But you never thought to attract the god with your attire. But it wasn’t just you workout clothes. You started to notice it other times too. As you sat there on one of the big exercise balls. Bouncing away on it, while looking at your phone. You hadn’t realized you were being watched. By the god of mischief himself.

He was taking his normal nightly walks outside around the compound. When he walked back in he had heard music coming from the gym room a smirk formed on his face he knew who’s music was playing. So he strolled down the hall getting to the gym room he saw you run on the treadmill.

Ever since he came back with Thor he had grown a liking to you. At this time you were new to the team. You were shy with him at first not knowing what to do cause you knew of him from New York. But once Thor told you what good his has done since then. You always made sure to make an effort to talk with the god. It started off small as he was just annoyed with you at first. Then it was the first time he saw you sparring with the ex assassin Bucky. You had had barley anything on. Just your go to Sports bra and yoga pants.

He couldn’t help but like you a little more. He was after all enjoying his view and ever since then he watched you more tentatively. The way you moved was mesmerizing. He wanted to go a few arounds both in training and in bed. Then he started talking with you more. Then it was hanging out over books and you showed him things you liked to do. It was about a year when he had fallen hard for you. Though he would not admit it to anyone. Even though his brother kept telling him to ask you out. Everyone saw the way you two would look at one another when you thought the other no one was looking.

He loved the way your butt jiggle a little as you ran. And he definitely didn’t mind your breast bounced even with 2 sport bars on they still moved. That why he like watching you workout. Then you started to slow down, coming to a stop. He watched as you stretched on a ball. You had sat up just started to bounce on the ball playing on your phone. He decided to make his move he couldn’t sit back and watch anymore.

“Darling you know If you wanted to bounce on something, I got something you could bounce on.” A wicked smirk placed a cross his lips. You yapped, practically falling off the ball. It hadn’t downed on you what Loki just said yet.

“Loki you scared the shit out of me.” You hissed as you got up playfully hitting his chest.

“Oh darling you don’t need to get up I much prefer you on your knees looking up.” He purred. You rolled you eyes as you grabbed you water.

“What did you say before you scared the shit out of me?” You asked taking a drink.

“I said If you wanted to bounce on something I got something you could bounce.” You spit out your water almost on Loki if he hadn’t moved.

“I beg your pardon?” You weren’t sure you heard him right. Loki walked closer to you.

“Oh my little lamb, Begging you will be. And I’m not going to repeat myself.” For every step he took towards you, you took a step back. You felt the wall against you back as Loki took his last step his body flushed against yours. You almost gasped trying to control what little composure you had left. You could feel loki arousal against your stomach. You tried to move but he stopped you pushing himself harder against you. As you tried to squirm it was only making him grow even harder. “Stop squirming little lamb. Your only making it harder. He chuckled. You stopped. He stepped back a little, Eyes roaming your face looking for and signs of doubt. As he lips gently touched yours.

“ Loki.” You gasped. Into the kiss. Giving Loki permission. His hands explored your body. Roaming across your breasts. As the other over the exposed skin. You moaned ones he reached you thighs. He smirked at the sounds he can make you do. His fingers brushed between you clothed folds. You started moaning again as he pressed his long finger rubbing along your slit.

“That’s it darling little lamb. I’ll take care of you.” He started to go faster. You bite your lip to keep from screaming. “But.” Loki stop just as you were about to hit you release. You whimpered in protest. As he pulled his hand away. “I think we should take this to a more private room. Don’t you think.” All you could do was nod in agreement. You were breathing heavily. You noticed the green mist as he held on to you. With a blink of an eye you both were in Loki’s room.

Loki started his attack on your neck down to you collarbone. Stopping at the top of your sports bra. Moving his hand over your body grabbing at your ass. You heard low almost animalistic growls coming from him.

“I thing we need to remove these.” he started moving his hand over you breasts and then you felt a sudden rush of cold air brush you entire body. Loki had misted you clothes away all that was left was your panties. Pulling away from you to take a look and you almost naked form. He growled watching you squirm under his gaze. You felt self-conscious all of a sudden. You tried to cover yourself with your arms. “Ah darling do not hide yourself from me. You look absolutely stunning. Clothed or not.” He Licked his lips. “Now I want to hear you scream my little Lamb. Cry out my name over and over again beginning for more.” He moved towards you pushing back on the bed. You gasped as you hit the sheets.

Loki’s crawled over you. Hovering above you. Cupping you face. His lips were on yours. His hand found your breast playing with your nipple. Making it hard. Moans escape from you. As he made dissent kissing, nipping at your skin making marks his marks on your flesh. Making his way towards your harden nipples. Rolling his tongue over one of them. Sucking, biting. He moved to the other and did the same. His hands rubbing up and down your thighs. Loki moved down swirling his tongue over your belly dipping down lower kissing each hip.

“Loki, please.” You begged. It was music to his ears. He cupped you needing pussy. Rubbing his Palm over it. He looks up at you. Beginning, wanting him. You pushed your hips up to him. You heard the rip of your panties. He position his head between you legs he kiss the top of you slit. You moaned. Your hands tangled into his raven hair. He wiggled his tongue between your folds.

“Mmm darling you taste divine.” Swirling his tongue over and over you clit. You were a moaning mess. You felt his finger teasing your entrance. He finally plunged that finger inside you curling up hit that spot. He worked you over the edge. You screamed as you came. His tongue leaping up your juices. Loki licked his lip as he moved as he stood up a green mist made his clothes disappear. You gasped at his naked form. God he was even hotter naked and his cock. You didn’t know if it would fit. You stood up suddenly. You started circled him eyeing his form running your hands over his chest and back as you stood behind him. He turned to face you. That’s when it was your turn to push him on the bed. It shocked him at your boldness.

“You said you had something I for me to bounce on right.” You played his words back at him as you crawled on top of him. You kissed him as you started to rub yourself on his cock teasing him. You had him moaning into the kiss. You stopped lining your entrance up with his cock you dipped down only letting the tip of his head in. He growled. As you smirked.

“You teased.” he growled and without warning he grabbed your hips holding you still as he trusted up. A devilish Smirk played on his lips. You cried out. Holding your breath. As he let you adjust to his size. Then you started to move painful slow still teasing him. You kissed him again. Straightening back up. Picked up your pace. Loki started to lazily started thrusting up still holding on your hips, you knew you would have bruises soon. Loki was enjoying he’s view your beasts bounced up and down as your rode him hard. You screamed his name as you came again. You nails dug into his chest as you rode out your orgasm. You started to slowdown leaning down to kiss him again.

Without warning Loki had you on all fours. As he lined himself back at your entrance, you pushed back as he entered you again. He moaned as he took you he smacked your ass watching as it bounced. He started to pick up the pace ramming harder into you. You were screaming in pleasure. He took you harder and harder with each thrust gripping your hips.

“I want your to cum with me love.” His thrust became erratic. He was close. He reached around you pulling your ass up more. His finger found your clit, he started rubbing, flicking your swollen nub. You came again. Soon as your cries hit his ears he spilled his seed deep inside you, with a moan. You both collapsed on the bed. You felt Loki reach around you pulling you flushed against him he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“I didn’t take you for the type that likes to cuddle after fucking.” You giggle. Loki brushes his fingers along your side.

“You think that I would leave after, what I have claimed as mine.” You turned your head to look at him.

“Oh this wasn’t a one time thing?” You question the god. He really did surprise you.

“No, I want to take you over and over again. To see what I have done to you every day after having you the nights before. To know that those bruises were made after a night of pleasure.” He smirked. As he kissed the back of your neck. “You are mine and mine alone.” He growled in your ear sending a shiver down your spine. You snuggle into Loki more. A smile spread across your face. As you drifted to sleep with the god of mischief still holding on to you.

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kirawritesaboutevanstan · 7 years ago

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The anchor in their lives - Chapter 1

A/N: First of all, Thanks for 170 followers, that is CRAZY! I literally just reached 100 and now I’m almost at 200?! *mind blown* That’s just insane. Thank you, thank you thank yooouuu!! xxxx

Second of all, Here we go, guys! First chapter! I’m very excited about this series, but also nervous. I hope you like it.

( Btw, I feel like mentioning that Steve like totally looks like Cap in Infinity war because I am all about that look. And Bucky looks like him in Civil War, its not that important yet, but just to give you an idea. )

Summary: When two super soldiers lives get turned upside down, they move into an apartment in Brooklyn, trying to deal with their past and figure out their futures. So what happens when the apartment next door gets a new resident, one who has the potential to change their lives in ways they could never imagine.

The question is; Will they let her?

Pairings: Stucky x Original Character Annie (eventually)

Disclaimer: This story may contain strong language, polyamorous relationships and (eventually) sex, mental health talks( anxiety, depression, PTSD and so on. If you’re not comfortable with any of those, you might not want to begin reading this series.

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Warnings: Mentions of anxiety. And a brief mention of Bucky’s tortured past. I don't think there are any others yet? Just sad broken Bucky..

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Previously...

Chapter 1:

STEVE’S POV

"Gooodmooooorniiiiiiing New york ciiiiiity. Ready for another day? God, I am hyped up this morning my bros. Last night a little lady and I went to town and let me tell you how great she was in between the sheets if you know what I mean" He stops and basically snorts at his horrible joke. "I mean proper bed gymnastics my bros. Her tits were the biggest I have ever seen like they were humongous and bounc-" Steve grunts and reached for the damn alarm clock to turn it off, but missing it entirely and instead pushing it off the bedside table shutting off the man mid-sentence. Why on earth it had decided to tune into that horrible radio channel was beyond his comprehension, but honestly, he had no idea how to change it. So every morning he got woken up by the same annoyingly enthusiastic voice yapping on about yet another nightly encounter.

He grunts again and turns on his back, resting his hand on his chest. Resting for a few moments before sitting up and throwing the cover off his body, then getting up from the bed and stretching his long body before shuffling out into the bathroom to take a shower. After a nice warm shower, he gets dressed and walks out into the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast. On his way, he looks over to Bucky's door trying to figure out whether he is awake or not. He can't hear him in there, so he figures he is probably out on the balcony.

He reaches the kitchen and starts preparing breakfast. After a few minutes of cutting fruit and making scrambled eggs, he hears a low, gravelly voice behind him. "Morning" Just the mere sound of his voice sends a shiver down Steve's back, and he turns around to face Bucky.

"Morning Buck, how did you sleep?" Steve greets him, already knowing the answer from hearing his screams all night, but he still felt compelled to ask him. Bucky shrugs and plants himself on a chair at the table. Steve doesn't say anything else and turns his focus back on the eggs and a peaceful silence falls over them. A few moments pass before Bucky breaks the silence.

"Do you have to go?" The hurt in Bucky's voice makes Steve's heart clench; he hates this part. This was a daily routine for them. Steve would get up and start making breakfast, then bucky would sit on a chair observing him, and he would ask him that heartwrenching question. Steve turns to face the brown-haired man who is sitting slumped over at the table, his eyes looking down at his flesh and metal hand in his lap. Bucky's whole body has shifted into the broken piece of a man that Steve is so used to seeing now. Although it still breaks his heart into a million pieces seeing him like this, so small and fragile like he could shatter any minute.

"Buck, you know I have to. We need the money" Bucky eyes swiftly meets his before looking down at this hands again. All Steve wants is to walk over to him and wrap his arms around him, but he knows Bucky won't let him. So he just has to stand there powerless to comfort him while his own heart, breaks in his chest.

"I know, but I just wish-"Bucky begins, but stops himself. Steve's hands itch to touch him, to give him any kind of comfort, but he settles with just telling him that it's going to be okay and that he will be home before he knows it. To which Bucky just nods and fiddles with his fingers. They eat in silence before Steve has to leave, leaving Bucky all alone in this huge apartment.

_______________ BUCKY’S POV.

As soon as Steve closes the door, the anxiety bubbles up inside of him. It roars inside him like a forest fire getting out of control, it eats up everything and burns it to a crisp, leaving him with the feeling of the crippling loneliness that has somehow settled in his bones. Steve leaves him here every day for hours, although he promised that he would never do so, yet he does so every morning. Bucky does know that he doesn't actually leave him and that he will be home again in a few hours, but still, he can't stop the feeling of abandonment from tearing through his guts.

So as every morning he starts walking around in circles for a while, hoping to settle his anxious nerves but as every day it doesn't help. The only comfort he can get is something he swore he wouldn't do again, but yet he does every day.

Bucky march around the apartment, hands clenched into fists as he tries to convince himself that he can handle this on his own.

"You've got this. He'll be home before you know it. Just relax" He mumbles to himself, hoping that if he just says it out loud enough times that he will eventually believe it.

Spoiler alert; He doesn't.

He stops just in front of the couch, staring at the spot where Steve usually sits. He can almost imagine him sitting there drawing in his little book.

The book resting on his knees, which he has pulled up to his chest, the stub of a pencil in his hand as he moves it around on the paper. His eyebrows scrunched together in a little frown as he focuses on the page in front of him. Chewing on his bottom lip, the pink lip turning a little redder as his teeth bite down on it. He can feel his nerves settling and a peace flooding his mind as he gets swallowed up in his fantasy.

That is until a loud bang pulls him out of his head and he instantly stiffens again. His breathing picks up, hands clenched and the machinery whirs inside his metal arm as if to prepare for an attack, but it never comes. His mind is racing, and all the memories come flooding in.

Him in the damn cold chair as scientists poke and prod him. The restraints that dig into his skin, holding him in place, as they start up the machine, the one that resets his memory. He can almost feel the metal pieces on his head and the stabbing pain in his temples as it erases everything that he once remembered.

He whimpers and his legs start moving on their own accord taking him to the place where he knows he feels safe.

He opens the door and walks into Steve's bedroom; he stops for a moment just staring at his bed. Then before he can stop himself, he falls down on top of it. Bunching the blanket in both of his hands, bringing the fabric up to his nose and inhaling the comforting scent of Steve. He rolls around on the bed wrapping himself in the sheet and blanket inhaling deeply. He smells like everything that is safe, a mix of fabric softener, a slight hint of sweat, a hint of his cologne and just the natural scent of Steve. It immediately calms him down, blowing out the fire burning inside him and quieting the haunted memories in his mind. This is where he stays the whole day promising himself that this is the last time. But he knows that it will happen all over again tomorrow.

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mmazzeroo · 6 years ago

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DANY III - I’m Ready When You Are

@helloimnotawesome - Finally an update for you! Chapter 10 - Dany/Arya/Ghost/Jon bonding. Enjoy!

Thank you so much for your patience! <3 Have about a week left of uni (before Christmas) and then we’ll be back on track!

DANY III - I’m Ready When You Are

'Come say hello to Ghost', he said. 'It'll be fun', he said. The fun had mainly consisted of watching Arya's face. It had been a pendulum swinging between awestruck and pure childish joy. From her trembling it was clear she had to physically restrain herself from just running over and hug the dog tightly - like she'd done with Jon. Ghost on the other hand hand been completely mellow and had an overbearing look to him. Probably due to the pain meds Sam had giving him not long before they arrived back in the room. Twice a day Ghost was still given a small doses of meds to help with the pain from the burn wounds. Though healing up well they were still very sore and causing him a large amount of pain especially when touched. And, she'd shown Sam where the vials were kept and how to administer it for the times when he and Ghost were alone.

They'd given Ghost his own mattress on the floor over by the wall. That way it was easier to get him up on his own, no need for any lifting. Simply being in same room as Jon seemed to be enough now, and this way he has facing the door which was another calming factor. So all in all they'd managed to make him a pretty chilled out winter dog at this point. Arya was laying on her side next to Ghost on his mattress. His mattress very important detail - the dog had literally tipped his head while glancing to the mattress to invite Arya to join him. A detail that had excited Arya even more!

As her and Jon had foreseen, Sam had protested mildly when told he could have the night off, but it was clear to all it was a half-hearted attempt out of politeness. Before leaving he had giving Jon his nightly dose of pain meds as well, and Jon had fallen asleep not long after. Leaving Arya and herself alone - and awake.

Hours later she was sitting in her usual chair - conveniently sandwiched between Jon's bed and Ghost's mattress - quietly catching up on paperwork when Arya started her, expected, third-degree.

"So..." Here we go. Brace yourself Dany! "Why weren't you welcoming Jon back home?"

Keeping her eyes on the papers she continued to write. Don't look up, Dany! This is just a tiny matter. No need to fuel her curiosity. Nothing to see here. Move along.

"Because I was here last night when Ned and Sam told him."

"Why?"

"Because he asked me to stay."

"Jon did?"

"Yes, Jon did." Don't look up, Dany! Remember this is just like any other boring conversation you don't want to be part of.

"Of course he did." Arya chucked lightly. Write, Dany, write. Stay busy. Stay focused. "Anyone could see the way he looks at you."

"How does he look at me?" Oh gods, she's smelling blood!

"Oh don't give me that!" She could feel Arya's eyes on her, seeing right through like a laser.

"I'm not. I don't know how you think your brother looks at me." Well done! You almost didn't sound desperate to know how Jon looks at you. Mentally rolling eyes at self. For fuck's sake, Dany!

"Like you're the oasis in his desert. Like you're the rescue-boat in his ocean." Despite teasing there was a softness to Arya's voice.

The thought of Jon looking at her like that took her breath away. Could it be? She hadn't just imagined that little exchange about 'crossing lines'? Breathe, Dany, nice and easy.

"...like you're a shelter in his storm...like you're a fire in his freezing winter..." Arya was still yapping away.

"No he doesn't." Oh gods, does he? Please let it be true.

"...like you're Marg and he's Robbie...like you're Brienne and he's Tormund"

"Alright, I heard you, Arya." Now she's just being ridiculous. Right?!

"...like you're a library and he's Bran.."

"I said I heard you."

"...like you're a pair of Jimmy Choo and he's Sansa!" Arya had trouble containing her laughter now.

"I heard you!" She hissed and finally looked at Arya. Oh yes, please let me be all that to you, Jon, and more! Sending her, what she hoped was, an angry look - not that Arya would really care anyway. Giving a quick glance towards Jon before looking back at Arya. "Keep it down! Please."

"Ok, alright. Sorry." Arya mockingly put her hands up as if surrendering. Mumbling she added "...and you look at him the same way."

"What?! No I don't!" Oh gods am I that obvious?!

"'The lady doth protest too much, methinks.'"

"No, I'm not." You are and you know it...

"Protesting too much or lying?" A smug look on Arya's face now.

"Both. Neither. I mean..," she sighed in defeat. Damn it!

"If you say so li'l miss heart-eyes," another chuckle from Arya.

"His wife—"

"—was Naathi. For them it's as simple as 'you love each other till you don't' - 'you're together with someone till you're not.'" Arya slowly got up and moved closer. "For Jon to love her she must've been a special woman and I'm sure she'd want Jon to be happy with or without her. If being with you makes him happy I fail to see how that would be a bad thing."

She had to admit that Arya was right. When she had left, fled from, this room in the afternoon, maybe 12 hours ago, all flustered she'd gone to see Missandei. Just like Arya she'd seen straight through her - and she'd told her pretty much the same thing as Arya. What was it Elia's brother always said? 'The heart wants what it wants'. Yes, ok fine, but why does it want something at a highly inconvenient time?! And what if this 'thing' didn't work? Then what? How would that affect their families? Would it ruin the whole dynamics, the 'one big family' feeling they had going and that she and all the Stark kids had grown up with?? Dany, you're over-thinking again. Stop it! Stop. It.

With a sigh she warily looked at Arya. "I guess, you're right."

"I know I am."

Shaking her head slightly, she couldn't help but smile at the level of confidence Arya was displaying on this subject.

"Look, I'm not saying you should throw yourself at him but if something hasn't happened in like...I don't know...a week—"

"A week?! Are you crazy?!" she hissed again, but as usual Arya kept going completely undaunted.

"—then I'll plaster this room with mistletoe! Neither of you would be able to move even a nanometer without being underneath one - and we all know what must happen underneath a mistletoe."

"You're incorrigible!"

"I'll take that as a compliment." Flashing a big grin she sat back next to Ghost.

That's when the fun stopped for everyone.

Though clearly still sleeping, Ghost was growling and his big fangs were showing. The look in Arya's eyes instantly went from mirth to fear and worry. Slowly backing away she went closer to Jon's bed until she couldn't get any further.

"What's happening?? I didn't hurt him, I swear!"

"Arya, I know you didn't. He's having a nightmare. He's been having them all week - just like his pack-leader up there." She tipped her head slightly to indicate who she was talking about.

"Jon has nightmares?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes, but right now we need to concentrate on calming down Ghost before he might do something that could harm himself - or others."

Hearing the last two words Arya's eyes grew even bigger before seemingly calming herself down and proceeded to ask, "anything I can do to help?"

"I know how this'll sound considering how angry he looks right now, but the best way to calm him is to gently touch him and just talk to him in a calm, even, and friendly voice. Can you do that? If not, it's ok and then just stay over there by Jon."

"Yeah I..," she swallowed, "I can do that."

"Ok, then take a couple of deep breathes to steady yourself before quietly sitting down next to me."

Arya nodded eagerly.

She placed herself so that Arya was still close yet behind her. 'Just a precaution'.

"What do I say to him?"

"Anything as long as you keep your voice calm and friendly. You don't need to whisper though," she glanced to her side catching Arya's eye and received a sheepish smile in return.

Arya began telling a story about a little black cat who was scared of everything, and gently stroked Ghost on his head and down his neck and back. Getting her stethoscope from her bag next to the chair she was checking his breathing and heart-rate. Both were still more rapid than she'd like. He'd stopped growling at least. Noticing Arya's eyes on her she nodded slightly indicating for her to keep talking. Now the little cat had arrived at Dr. Owl's office where he was being tickled with a feather and asked if he got enough vitamins. How does she come up with this stuff? His breathing slowed down to a more acceptable rate, but his heart was still racing. Expected as gods know what awful things he must've seen in that sweet head of his. His fangs weren't showing anymore either. Arya's little black cat had now been given a courageous heart by Dr. Owl and was now happy as could be and playing with everyone he met. Again, she couldn't help smiling at Arya's wondrous mind. That girl sure is one of a kind!

Finally Ghost had calmed down and was peacefully asleep again.

She looked over at Arya. "That was really good work," winking she added, "you'd make a great vet."

"Thanks, but think I'll stick with being a paramedic for now."

"How did you come up with that story off the top of your head?"

"I didn't. It's called—"

"—Fraidy Cat." A gruff voice answered from the bed behind them.

Briefly they looked at each other before in unison getting on their feet and over to Jon.

He turned his head giving them a lazy smile.

"It was my favourite story as a kid. Mom read it to me every night before bed." There was a light chuckle. "Dad had read it to me and I instantly loved the story. Mom didn't know it and I wouldn't go to sleep without it. On nothing but willpower I kept myself awake all night and late into the next afternoon. Gods I hope my own kids aren't that stubborn!" They are and the next ones will too. DANY!!!

They all laughed at that.

"After that she had Aunt Lya come and tell it to me until mom had learned it too. Never understood how Aunt Lya knew it though."

"Because dad used to read it to her when she was a child." Both her and Jon looked at Arya in surprise. "He's read it for all of us. He calls it a family heirloom. By the time me and Bran were born the book had been worn out so now we just all learn it by heart." She gave a little shy smile. "I can guarantee he'll be telling the story to Adei and Amador as well if he hasn't already." The smile had grown bigger now.

"I'd love it if he did." Gods, I'm getting all teary again. Get a grip, Dany! "Thank you for calming Ghost down by the way. Must be the accident."

"But Vis told me you were a K9 unit..," Arya trailed off.

"I was - with another dog. Ghost is only a few years old. Luckily he hasn't had to go on any missions with me."

"Oh, I'm sorry I just thought..," again trailing off.

"It's ok, Arya. How could you've known?"

"Right." Looking between Jon and her Arya cleared the throat and said, "Well, it's almost time for my shift to begin, so should go get some food and get ready."

Arya leaned in to give her brother a hug and then left giving her a wink as she walked out the door.

"What was that about?"

"What?"

"The wink."

"Oh nothing, just something we talked about earlier when you were sleeping." Wait! "You were sleeping, right?"

"Yes I was." He chuckled. "Why? What did you talk about?"

"Nothing." She smiled nervously "Why? What did you hear?" Oh gods no!

"Nothing." Is he laughing? Oh gods he's laughing! Why is he laughing? "Though I'll take your nervous denying as a sign that you were talking about 'something' rather than 'nothing'. Is he smirking at me?!

"Oh for fuck's sake! Reading me like a godsdamned open book!" She stared at him horrified. "Oh no! That wasn't supposed to be said out loud!" Embarrassing! Turning to leave her hand was grabbed before she could step away.

"Dany! Please. Stay." That husky but oh so soft voice. Damn it! She slowly turned around looking down at their hands. "I let you run out on me once, I can't let you do it twice. You asked me not to hide from you, remember?" She nodded slowly. "And so I didn't and I won't." He squeezed her hand. "Now I'm asking you, Dany, to please don't run from me."

She took a deep breath as she slowly lifted her eyes to look at him.

"I'm afraid...with you."

There was a slight smile on his face at her mimicking his words from the day before, and he played along saying, "sorry if I've crossed any lines with you. That was never my intention."

"You haven't," she removed her hand from his to balance herself as she leaned in closer to lightly touch his forehead with hers, "but I'm afraid I might want you to."

From this position all she could see was steel grey eyes swimming with something she was too scared to name yet.

Moving his head slightly giving her a quick little peck at the tip of her nose he said, "I'm ready when you are."

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