#yall i was stuck at WORK & then passed out when i got home

[sugugasm]

NEEDLE N THREAD — FT NANAMI KENTO & FUSHIGURO TOJI

༄ a threesome with your colleagues leads to a very sticky situation.

♱ CW - f! reader, threesomes, big cock nanami and toji, doggy, missionary, double pen, usage of profanity, usage of pet names such as baby/love/sweetheart, use of the word bitch but only once, <> word count - 1.5k <> notes - hi hi, this is a reupload bc there are some opps in the building. pls yall i swear i don’t mean any harm </3 i wrote this in one night & @venusflytrapstar is the one to blame.

toji and nanami were good at their craft.

saving lives daily wasn’t exactly the dream job for some, but to them— it was. there was no better feeling than finishing up a patient, stitching them good as new and seeing them exit the facility with a smile on their face.

and that’s why you adored your colleagues.

toji and nanami had been there since you first began as a pre-med student, already having their lives set at the hospital when you arrived a few years ago. you adored their dedication, work ethic, and abilities just as much as you adored saturday nights.

the nights where not only toji ruptures your insides, but nanami doing the same right after him.

“god-fuckin’ damn, pussy’s so tight. like havin’ both of us fuck you senseless huh?” toji grunts, his cock plummeting into you slowly but deeply as nanami stuck his tongue down your throat.

every time the weekend rolled around, you wondered if it was a dream. to have two handsome men fucking you whenever you asked while also being professional outside of closed doors really got your tummy fluttering. it was something ravenous and exciting about the mischief of it all.

to be such persistent individuals, they were sloppy in bed— fucking you back to back as you mess up the sheets of whoever’s home you’d decided to get pounded at next; this time being nanami’s. the three of you currently having the time of your lives in his living room, ruining his brown leather couch cushions as your pussy contracts around toji’s cock for the second time tonight.

“she’s so pretty— such a slut for us, all for us,” nanami praises, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag. they were both fucking huge and shoving their cocks into you as if they weren’t was a mix of pleasure and pain, but you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

“nurse y/n, who knew you were such a fuckin’ whore? look at how this pussy’s fuckin’ me back. bet you think about us while you’re with patients, huh?” toji teases, his tip repeatedly hitting your gushy spot. nanami picked up speed while fucking your throat, his hands holding both of your cheeks. the gagging and queefing of your pussy and mouth had them both going insane.

sometimes you wondered if this would ever escalate to more. it was against protocol and way outside of the employee handbook, but the dick was just too good to pass up.

“such a fuckin’ goddess. love fuckin’ you, baby.” nanami says, caressing your cheek when he pushes his cock to the back of your throat— you choke, but you take every inch. with a gag, he pulls out of your mouth completely, leaving a string of saliva connecting from his cock to your bottom lips.

not too much. fuck is he callin’ her that for? he thought. to toji, there was no reason to. you were all just friends who fuck— well, at first.

it was at that moment you could feel toji fucking you harder. his rough hands gripped at your ass and rolls as he fucked you from behind, watching you clap back against his pelvis. he could cum right now, but he couldn’t help but to feel a small bit a jealousy bubbling inside of fim.

after multiple months of getting to know you and stretching you out, both toji and nanami could say that they’d never felt this way with anyone before— no one other than you. but that was the thing, they couldn’t both have you, not unless it was like this.

“i..i’m cumming—fuuuck yes! fuck me like that, oh my god,” you moan, not missing the way toji’s pace went from steady to rough. with a few more thrusts, you began to coat him like glaze on a donut as he guided his dick in and out of your hole.

“good girl. you’re a sexy little bitch aren’t ya’ ?” toji mumbles, his palm meeting your ass cheek leaving a sting. you giggle, averting your attention from nanami’s eyes to looking behind you at toji. you reached back and put a hand on his stomach and clawed at it with your nails.

“c’mon, toji. wanna’ feel it all, daddy,” you encourage, hearing an annoyed sigh come from nanami. you swore they acted like two envious school boys when it came down to you.

“shit, cummin’, i’m cummin’ for you, baby. where do ya’ want it babydoll?” all it took was for you to say the words in me to have toji spurting his cum into your belly. from the corner of your eye, you could see nanami roll his tongue on the inside of his cheek, removing his glasses and making his way behind you.

nanami have toji a tap on the shoulder and uttered, “move,” in a low tone.

“the fuck are you gettin’ mad about?” toji questions, slipping his dick out of your pretty little hole that just aches for more dick. nanami said nothing, he only gave toji a rather unpleasant expression. surprisingly, toji didn’t argue. instead, he moved over to the side and allowed the impatient man to take his position behind you.

“someone’s jealous, eh?”

nanami grunts, flipping you over onto your back so he could see your beautifully fucked out face, “fushiguro don’t start with me—“

“kento, don’t forget who fucked her first,” toji winks, making nanami knit his brows— chest heaving up and down with agitation. before it could get too routty, your soft voice could be heard from under them.

“hello? can you both shut the fuck up and fuck me already? geez, you act like children,” you sigh. nanami sends toji one last glare before readjusting his focus on you— the pretty angel who had no idea she was setting their hearts on fire.

“i’m so sorry, darling. forgive me,” he whispers, kissing at your neck before toji stood before you— cock hovering over your face creating a shadow.

“kiss ass,” toji mutters.

the minor setback only had your attention for a brief moment as nanami entered himself inside you. you loved how different they both felt. toji was on the bigger side, his cock stretching you out in ways you could never imagine, leaving you begging him for more. where as nanami had length. he was able to reach your spot within seconds of thrusting, sending you over the edge rather quickly.

“jesus, you’re so fuckin’ tight sweetheart,” he groans, stray pieces of blond hair sticking to his forehead as he kept a slow and gentle pace. toji on the other hand, gave you a small moment to get use to the feeling between your legs prior to fucking your face.

“open up, sweet thing,” toji says and you oblige. with your mouth stretching as wide as it could, you tried your absolute best to fit him all the way in, gargling on his cock as his balls slapped against your forehead, “aah—shit, love this fuckin’ throat. takin’ us so well, and at the same time too.”

“and this cunt too,” nanami adds, “never get over you. can’t believe you feel this good, love.”

love. you’d be lying if you said their words didn’t make you want to cry and cum all at once but here you were, taking the two men you admired and cherished the most— unable to call them yours. but deep down inside, the three of you knew the connection was endless. no matter how many times they’d remind themselves of the rules created beforehand, the feeling of your pussy around them had the two men drawn to no one other than you.

the familiar sensation in your stomach had you moaning and whimpering as the two men continued to fuck your holes. noticing your change in movement, nanami reached out to intertwine his hand with yours. a few moments after, you could feel toji doing the same, grabbing the hand that nanami hadn’t, both of them holding onto you and letting you know that they were ready for your explosion.

the intimacy and warmth that they were giving you took you there, toji removing his cock from your mouth and nanami picking up speed, “fuck i’m cumming a-again— ooh! please, please, please— it feels so good!”

“you heard the lady nanami, make that pussy cum,” toji chuckles. as if it were on command, you cunt suckled at nanami’s cock, pulling him right along with you as you reach your climax.

“cum baby, cum for me—please, i’m gonna’ cum with you,” he grunts, squeezing your hand a bit tighter. after a few more sloppy thrusts, you and nanami had cum together.

“there you go, good girl,” toji says, kneeling down to kiss your cheeks and neck. your tits jiggled with every breath you took and your mind was fuzzy from the moment. neither of them had let you go yet, both of their hands still holding on to yours and nanami’s cock still keeping warm inside you.

“that was…fuck,” nanami sighs, watching as toji’s thumbs wiped away the tears that’d escaped your eyes earlier tonight.

after cleaning you up and dressing you in one of nanami’s clean shirts, you could be found resting in the bedroom as the two men talked amongst themselves in the kitchen.

“so when are you gonna’ tell her how you feel?” toji asks, breaking the still silence of the room.

“i don’t know…when are you?”

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[undressrehearsal]

right back where we started

summary: ellie is on tour as the opener for a popular band. she begrudgingly passes through the hometown that she had sworn she would never see again and runs into the one good thing she left behind.

tags: some sad stuff, ellie has daddy issues, mentions of alcohol, modern au, not rockstar ellie but that same kinda genre???, no smut in this one sorry this is all setting the scene, this is another shorter one 3.6k words

a/n: listen. I'm gonna level with yall. life's been fucking insane. it's been what 3 months since I posted something?? and it's because 1. my fiancée and I are buying a house 2. and planning a wedding 3. I work 45 hour weeks (at a job I hate so much omg) 4. I'm writing a book and 5. I'm preparing for a p major surgery (I go on tuesday)

so yeah, life's been insane. but I missed writing fics. I'm writing my book so I never stopped writing but writing a lil fun fic just hits different yk?

anyway enjoy and look forward to a few (I'm thinking 3?) parts of this

love yall. reply and lmk if you wanna be added to my tag list. also I'm posting this on my phone so the formatting might be fucked lmk

part 1

Ellie couldn’t remember the last time she had been in this city.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She could remember exactly the last time she had been in this city. She had watched it disappear in her mirror when she had driven her bike west three years ago in search of the horizon. She had hoped she would find something more once she got there - more than the dingy dorm room she had loosely called home and the classes that had made her eyes glaze over; something more than playing at the bar’s open mic nights, her guitar hard to hear over the noisy din of drunk students and drunker professors; something more than a future that had been planned for her by the time she was in high school.

Her dad had kicked her out after she dropped out, of course, but that was fine. She had planned to leave that night anyway; she had kept a packed bag hidden underneath her bed for months. She hadn’t seen him in three years, either, and she planned to keep it that way.

But when she woke up and saw the city outside the bus window, silhouetted against the rising sun, something in her chest rose to her throat and refused to be swallowed back down.

She hadn’t missed it - but as she looked down at her shaking hands, Ellie figured her body must not have gotten that memo.

The band she was traveling with were still sleeping; she could hear the singer snoring in her bunk, could see the bassist's leg sticking out into the aisle. She had never been a morning bird - back at her shitbox apartment, you'd rarely catch her up before noon - but something about being stuck on a bus for days made her restless. It was her first time touring - after three years of playing at open mics and taking small jobs singing at the senior center - and she wasn't used to feeling her own bed constantly shifting beneath her.

Which is how she always ended up pacing the length of the bus, tapping her fingers against her thighs as the confined world around her slept, waiting desperately for the driver to pull off to whatever venue they had booked. She wasn't sure what the band did before their shows in the evenings, but she didn't stick around long enough to ask. Maybe it was rude, but she couldn't force herself to hang out with the band who only chose her because their usual opener had “flaked” on them - which was how they described it when the opener couldn't travel with them for several months after their mother had just died.

So, yeah, Ellie couldn’t find it in herself to feel bad about it when she rushed off the bus as soon as it parked, not even sticking around to let the band know where she was going. They wouldn't care either way. Hell, they were probably so hungover they wouldn't wake up until their show started in several hours.

The driver - his name was Zachary (never Zach) and he was the only one who paid her any mind - helped Ellie hoist her bike down from the rack on the back of the bus. The band had teased her about bringing it, bitching about how it showed she didn't want to hang out with them. She had been tempted to tell them they were right, but she couldn't really risk losing the first real gig she’d gotten. She lifted the seat and dug her helmet out, waving to Zachary as he disappeared back into the bus to get his own well-deserved rest.

The purr of the bike was a familiar comfort beneath her. Lowering the visor of her helmet to block out the sun, she squinted at the streets sprawled before her. She realized, with dizzying familiarity, that she was in the next neighborhood over from her old apartment. Hell, she had watched a few shows at the venue she was playing at - something in her stomach clenched.

Fuck, she needed coffee.

With the wind cold against her bare arms, Ellie let the world fly by, the city waking up around her. Her phone remained snuggly in her bag; she didn't need directions here, the familiar streets leading her down well-worn paths, winding all the way back to a life that was no longer hers.

It was muscle memory that led her back to the coffee shop she had frequented as a student. She looked up at it, a glow around its worn brick from the rising sun, and something tightened in her chest. They had replaced the patio chairs - the old ones had been practically falling apart three years ago - but otherwise it hadn't changed.

Ellie cursed under her breath, swallowing around the foreign lump in her throat, and climbed off her bike. When she took the steps two at a time, it felt like somebody else had taken the wheel. It was a familiar stranger that opened the door.

The smell hit her first. They say that scent has the strongest tie to memory, and the smell of burnt coffee beans hit her like a punch. There had always been a sweetness underneath it, something she had never been able to place but thought might be honey? When she stepped up to the counter, she could even smell the milk they were steaming.

The barista - a young girl with faded pink hair tied up into space buns - looked up from her phone and said, in a voice teetering on the edge between cheerful and bored, “How’s it going?”

Ellie took her in briefly, noting the brown corduroy overalls and the star-shaped nose ring, and was comforted knowing that this place was just as queer as she had left it. She would bet money on the fact that if she peeked over the counter, this girl would be wearing beat up Docs. She was young enough to be a student - probably an English major, if she had to guess.

She always ordered the same thing - iced mocha with oat milk. She had never understood why her dad drank his coffee black.

The barista - her tag said Dianna She/Her/Hers - eyed her as she rang Ellie up, brows quirked. When she smiled, dimples caved her cheeks. “I haven’t seen you around before. Are you a student?”

Ellie fought the urge to groan - this girl was just trying to be friendly (and was probably trying to decide if Ellie’s flannel meant she was gay or was just a bad fashion choice), but the last thing she wanted to do after failing to sleep on a bus and waking up at the ass-crack of dawn was to make small talk.

Still, she smiled and said, “I used to be.”

She paid and stuffed the remainder of her cash into the tip jar. When Dianna thanked her, her cheeks were as pink as her hair. Ellie could feel her eyes lingering on her as she walked away, nodding awkwardly in thanks.

This place really hadn’t changed in three years. The coffee shop had a reputation of students writing all along the walls - over a decade ago, they had simply stopped trying to paint over it, so the walls were littered in signatures and drawings and claims of call this number for a good time. Scattered poetry was written along the edges of the windows, an incredibly detailed Sharpie drawing of a cat peeking over the top of the doorway. When she searched for it, she found that her own scrawled handwriting was still there, small letters where nobody would think to look, right underneath the thermostat: Find me where the sun sets east. Don’t forget me.

She swallowed the lump that threatened to choke her and stepped away. Her eyes stung from sleep deprivation and nothing more.

Ellie scanned the room and found that, to her annoyance, nearly every table was taken. Students huddled around notebooks and laptops, engrossed in their work or else on Netflix to avoid studying. Professors blinked wearily, clutching their own cups of coffee as though they were lifelines holding them to this realm. Ellie could see the spot she had frequented herself - a booth tucked by the window, where she could write her songs in a dingy notebook without anyone looking over her shoulder.

Now, there was a guy with his cheek pressed to the cold surface, snoring lightly.

Ellie jumped when Dianna called her name, holding out a cup so filled with coffee that it trickled over the side and down the glass. Ellie took it gingerly, holding it in careful fingers to not spill any more on the countertop.

Dianna held onto the cup for several seconds longer than necessary, her fingers - cold from the glass - lingering on Ellie's. When a crooked smile pulled at her lips, her brown eyes sparkled. There was a teasing tilt to her voice when she said, “I hope to see you around, Ellie.”

Ellie gave her what she hoped was a friendly smile - judging by the way Dianna’s cheeks bloomed pink, she must have succeeded - before turning away. She almost felt guilty for the relief she felt when she found there was no phone number left on her glass this time. She was never sure whether it was nicer to ghost somebody or to send a gentle rejection through text, and she did not have the energy for that decision.

She turned, searching for an empty seat to slouch in and try not to fall asleep into her coffee, when her eyes found you.

You hadn’t changed a bit.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true either. You had changed - anybody would in three years. You had changed your hair, and now you dressed differently than she remembered - you used to bitch so much about how you couldn’t dress how you wanted, and now, looking at you three years later, she was happy to see that you were finally dressing like all those pictures you had saved in your little Pinterest folder of “outfit inspo.”

Ellie could see the mark of three whole years, but truthfully, you hadn’t changed. You were slouched over a laptop, leaning way too close to the screen, and you still had that pinch between your brows when you concentrated, the one that she used to run her thumb over; she could still feel how soft your skin was beneath her fingers.

She should have ignored you - she should have gone to slump in a corner of the coffee shop like she had planned, trying not to fall asleep into her cup and pretending to not notice you even as her eyes kept cutting across the cafe to find you again. She should have pushed the memories away just like she had pushed away all of the other memories associated with this city - hell, she should have never come back to this city in the first place. There were too many memories here that she had spent three years, a thousand miles, and an ocean of whiskey running away from.

And yet Ellie found her feet carrying her over to your table of their own volition. She walked the tightrope between who she is and who she once was, chasing a memory of the only good thing she left behind.

You didn’t look up at her as she approached. You kept your head bowed over your laptop, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth. There was no reason for you to look up - Ellie could have been any nameless stranger coming to bother you when you were clearly just trying to work.

But Ellie had never been good at leaving well enough alone. Which is why she hesitated for only a moment before reaching out and tapping lightly on your shoulder. She had to bite back a laugh when you jumped, pulling your headphones from your ears and swiveling around to look up at her.

She’d be lying if she said her heart didn’t do an embarrassing acrobatic jump when you met her eyes. And she had always been a terrible liar.

“Hey,” Ellie said, trying her damnedest to keep her voice steady; she only somewhat succeeded. She cleared her throat, lowering her voice when she said, “Remember me?”

Satisfaction bloomed warm in her stomach when your eyes widened, taking in the sight of her. Truthfully, she must’ve looked like shit; she had had to take a disturbingly brief shower at the last rest stop - the water apparently didn’t get any warmer than antarctic - and she hadn’t looked in a mirror for a few days. She had forgotten to pack her brush, so her hair must have been standing up at odd angles. And God knew what the lack of sleep was doing to the ever-growing shadows under her eyes.

But none of this stopped you from running your eyes down her body, cheeks pink when you finally looked up to meet her eyes again. And Ellie couldn’t stop the slow smile that spread across her face, her own cheeks growing warm. It wasn’t intentional when her voice dropped another octave, nearly a murmur when she said, mostly to herself, “Yeah, you remember me.”

“Holy shit, Ellie?” You jumped to your feet, a smile pulling at your lips as you gripped her arm. The familiar shine in your eyes did something funny to her stomach that she was way too stubborn to name. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I was just, uh- just passing through town,” she found herself saying, rubbing at the back of her neck. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but explaining to you the actual reason she finally came back to this hell-hole town suddenly seemed daunting. “Wanted to check out some old haunts, I guess.”

And then you just… looked at her, for several long moments - long enough to make Ellie squirm. Your eyes bore into hers, searching for something that she had buried three years ago.

You jumped, and whatever spell that was floating between you broke when your phone buzzed from where it still sat on the table. You scooped it up and flashed an apologetic smile to the glaring student a few seats away. Swiping at the screen, you cursed under your breath:

“Fuck, I have to get to class.” You looked back up at her again, a question behind your eyes, and Ellie had never wished so hard that she could read minds. You hesitated for only a moment before saying, words rushed, “Do you want to walk with me?” Before Ellie could respond, you continued, picking up your cup and fiddling with the straw, “It feels like forever since I’ve seen you and I want to catch up. But you’re probably busy, so you don’t have to-”

“I’d love to,” she cut you off, trying to smother the smile that pulled at her pink cheeks. She failed drastically when you smiled back at her.

After asking for a to-go cup from Dianna - thankfully no number written on the plastic cup either, despite the way the barista eyed Ellie as she left - she followed you out the door and back into the blinding morning sun. The mid-October air bit at her cheeks, creeping under her flannel; the cold coffee in her hand made her fingers sting, but you were already walking away, so she grit her teeth and followed.

And it was like you both just fell back into place, aligning with each other as though that empty space had never existed. You were working towards your graduate degree, Ellie discovered, and were working as a TA to get through; the class you were heading to was the dreaded public speaking class that you taught around your own curriculum. You laughed as you talked about some ridiculous speech a student had recently presented, and Ellie had forgotten just how much she liked the sound until it was burying behind her ribs again.

Ellie didn't tell you exactly why she had come back. When she’d left, you had known she was chasing a dream - it was the main reason she had presented when she broke up with you. The idea of long distance was too hard - too complicated - and Ellie didn’t want anything tying her to this town.

Even so, her body still wanted to fall into old habits. She told you about her roommate and how, when Ellie had been up too late writing a new song or her roommate had had a late shift at the hospital, they would play truth or dare until they were too drunk to stay awake, and her fingers brushed against yours, muscle memory making her reach for you. Ellie told you how she had visited her sister, Sarah, while passing through Houston, and she wanted so badly to lace your fingers together. She wanted to wrap her arm around your waist - hell, she even wanted to grab your ass right where everyone could see, just like she used to. She tucked her free hand in her pocket.

“You still haven’t told me why you came back,” you said, coming to a stop in front of the Communications building - it was just as tall and ominous as Ellie remembered. Her stomach lurched at the site, remembering all the speeches she had to make in her own classes. She supposed Public Speaking wasn’t a useless class now, considering she didn't stutter when she had to speak in front of an audience now.

Ellie shrugged, dropping her cup into a trashcan without looking at you. “Like I said, I’m just passing through-”

“Bullshit,” you said, but there was no malice behind it. You tilted your head to meet her eyes and smiled at her, even as your eyes held something unreadable. “The Ellie I knew couldn’t wait to get out of this shithole - her words, not mine. She wouldn’t simply pass through - she would go out of her way to stay in the next town over. So,” you crossed your arms, “what changed?”

Before, if you had ever crossed your arms at her, Ellie would reach out and gently pull your arms away from your chest, pulling you into an embrace. She wanted nothing more than to pull you into her, instinct unaware of the three years and a thousand miles that had separated you. Instead, she leaned against the wall of the building, the brick biting into her back. “Nothing’s changed. Trust me, if it was up to me, I wouldn't be here.”

For only a second, your face twisted into something unreadable that pulled at Ellie's stomach. But you quickly schooled your expression, tilting your head, your smile soft. “Listen, I have to go - if I'm too late, these fuckers are just gonna try to skip. But we should meet up later - I want to catch up.” When Ellie opened her mouth to say you had been catching up, you continued, “Really catch up. I want you to tell me everything - it's been years, so we have a lot to cover.” You looked at your phone and cursed. “Look, my last class ends at 3:25. Meet me on the green after?” For good measure, you stuck out your bottom lip and added, “Please?”

Ellie had never been good at resisting that look - she had given into you so many times from that look alone. She had to bite back the sudden, stupid smile pulling at her cheeks, so she pressed her lips together and looked away. After three years, you still made her cheeks flush without trying.

“Okay,” was all she could say.

Without warning, you rushed forward, wrapping your arms around her neck briefly. Her hands hovered at your sides, unsure of where to go. Feeling your body pressed against her again - feeling the warm brush of your breath against her neck - short-circuited her brain, leaving her gasping on dry land.

Before she could figure out where to put her fucking hands, you murmured in her ear, “I really did miss you, Els,” and pulled away, just as quickly as you had come. Ellie's mouth hadn't even caught up to her brain by the time you were gone, the door closing softly behind you.

Later, after she had had a proper breakfast from McDonald's, she was still thinking about you. Seeing you again had opened up a bottle that she had sealed away, and the cork wouldn't fit back into it. Her fingers itched with the memory of your skin beneath them. When you had hugged her, she had smelled the shampoo that you apparently still used, and she remembered how it had felt to have your head on her chest, breathing you in as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. And your lips next to her ear - that opened a whole subcategory of memories that she tried desperately to push away.

She was only here for the night. She lost count of how many times she had to remind herself.

Ellie was stopped at a red light, leaning her bike from one foot to the other, when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She glanced at the blinking crosswalk sign - twenty seconds, so she still had plenty of time before the light turned green - before fishing her phone out. She had to squint against the sun, straining to make out the screen. She nearly dropped the phone when she saw the familiar name popping up on her screen, fumbling to open the text.

There was a screenshot of an Instagram post from the venue she was going to play at. The band's name was in bold letters, stars pasted around a grainy picture of the group. And in small letters underneath - like an afterthought - was her name: Ellie Miller.

And underneath, in all caps:

YOU'RE PLAYING AT THE HAWTHORNE?????

Her face flushed all over again. After all these years, you had still kept her number.

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[iamknicole]

Chapter Fourteen

A/N: I doubled back for yall! This chapter flowed more easily than the previous one so I got it done quicker! Pay attention when you're reading😌 ⭐LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG & SHARE⭐ Enjoy!

Warnings: Cussing, 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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Chapter Thirteen

When Hassan brought Nadine home to meet his parents and little sister he was nervous. His palms sweated profusely no matter how many times he wiped them on his pants, they never dried. His stomach twisted into knots as he walked her through the home to the living room to meet them. But today standing on his sister’s front porch he didn’t feel any of those things. His nervousness was replaced with giddiness, his palms didn’t sweat and his stomach remained neutral. Internally realized no matter how he once felt about Nadine that she was not the woman he should have been with all those years, it was the woman whose hand he held, whose hand he gently caressed as they waited. The door opened and Gabi flung herself at her older brother, hugging him tightly around the neck saying how glad she was to see him as Tamara discreetly pulled her hand from his to give them room. There was a smile on her face as she watched them.

“I missed you too, Gabi. You act like you ain’t seen me in months,” he laughed, squeezing her back just as tightly. “Alright, alright, let me go.”

Gabi squeezed him one more time before letting go. “Its been like two weeks since I’ve seen you and you know that hasn’t happened since you moved back here from Texas.”

He glanced to his right at Tamara then back at his sister. “I been busy but Ima do better. I don’t want you cryin’ to Mama.”

Gabi’s brow raised looking between him and Tamara. “And I know exactly what and who you’ve been busy with. Nice to finally meet you, I’m Gabi.”

Tamara stuck her hand out but was pulled into a tight, brief hug. “I’m Tamara,” she laughed after being let go. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh girl, I know who you are. My brother tells me about you all the time but the pictures he showed me did not do you justice. You’re even prettier in person.”

At that Tamara turned to stare at Hassan. “Pictures? What pictures?”

“Don’t worry,” Gabi laughed, pulling them both into the house. “They were good ones. I mean he is an artist after all. He has never taken a bad picture of anyone. Not even that witch Na,” she was cut off by him clearing his throat.

“Be nice, Gabriella. I keep telling you that.” He warned playfully.

“You’ve been telling me for years to be nice and hasn’t worked yet. Oh … before I forget there’s something I need to tell you two.”

“What did you do?” He asked in an accusatory tone.

She shook her head. “No, no, it wasn’t me. It was your nephews and their big mouths that they definitely got from their father.”

“What could they have possibly told?” He asked, sure there was nothing they could have told Nadine. They didn’t like her and even if they did, he had made sure not to tell Gabi that he was taking Tamara to meet his ex-wife because of her big mouth. He watched her fidget for a second. “What is it?”

“Weeeell they may have spilled that you were bringing Tamara over to meet us.” She said quickly, making Tamara laugh.

“To whom, baby sister?"

Immediately Hassan’s eyes moved from his sister to the direction the other voices came from. He couldn’t help the chuckle that passed his lips.Their parents were there and there was no doubt as soon as Shirley DeBreaux found out about this impending visit she got up right then and made Rome DeBreaux drive her two hours from Columbus to Atlanta to be a part of it Hassan reached out for his girlfriend’s hand.

“It’s okay, Gabi. It saves me a trip,” he admitted with a shrug. “You’re gonna meet my parents as well. They’ll like you but Mama can be a bit much. It’s where Gabi gets it from. If that’s not okay, if you not ready I can take you home. They’ll understand.”

Tamara smiled up at him, her brows creasing a bit. “I don’t why you think I scare so easily but I’m okay. I’m happy to meet everybody, I want to.”

Gabi grinned, grabbing her hand from Hassan, pulling her along leaving him to follow behind them. “See I knew I liked you. You’re way better than that ole raggedy witch Nadine.”

“Gabriella,” Hassan called out over their laughter. “Don’t laugh, Tam. She know that ain’t nice.”

As soon as they entered the living room, Shirley’s reaction to Tamara undoubtedly ended all other conversations. With her hands to her face, she approached Tamara with a wide, genuine smile on her face. 

“Oh my goodness. Girl, look at you,” she gushed loudly, taking one of Tamara’s hands to spin her around. “Aren’t you just the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid eyes on.”

“Thank you,” she responded softly. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. DeBreaux.”

With a playful swat to her leg, Shirley pulled her into a tight hug, rocking them back and forth. “You quit all that ‘mrs’ stuff out, you will call me mama just like the rest of my children.”

“Yes ma’am. You’re so pretty and I love your hair. I kind of feel like I know you already. San talks about you and his dad all the time,” Tamara admitted taking a peak around her to everyone else.

Shirley moved to hug her son then swatted his arm. “Yeah well my son didn’t mention you to me. If Malcolm and Monte didn’t tell me, I would have never gotten to meet you.”

“Mama, I was gonna bring her to meet you and dad. I was just starting with Gabi and her crew first. They live here.” He assured her with a smile.

“I’m only two hours away, see how quickly I got here and I didn’t find out until about four hours ago,” she continued on as she brought Tamara further into the living room. “Alright now this is Hassan’s father, Rome and believe you me they are just alike. It’s almost like he spit him out they act so much alike.”

Rome stood, wrapping her in a warm hug. “It’s very nice to meet you, young lady. How’s my son treating you?”

“Very good. I wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t, Mr. DeBreaux,” she shrugged playfully. 

“Please call me Dad or Rome. You’re family or I assume you will be soon,” he hinted more to his son than to Tamara before sitting back down. Hassan chuckled softly in response as he rubbed lazily through his beard.

Pulling her away from her mother, Gabi turned Tamara’s attention to her husband and kids. “This is my husband, Tyler Scott and our twins, Malcolm and Monte. Boys, this is Tamara. Remember the nice lady I told you about.”

Tyler stood briefly to shake her hand, offering her a bright smile. “Nice to meet you, Tamara. I’m really glad you’re finally here, Gabi has been talking our heads off about you coming.”

“Yeah and making us clean,” Monte mumbled loud enough for the adults to hear. Tyler pinched his son’s arm. “Ow! She did though. She woke us up to that old music and we all know what that means.”

“Right and she only supposed to do that two Saturdays out the month and today ain’t saturday.” Malcolm added with a similar mug to his brothers.

Tamara laughed, reaching to give both boys hugs. “Well I’m sorry she had you up cleaning early. How old are you two?”

“Thirteen,” they answered simultaneously.

“Uncle San, she gon be our new auntie?” Monte asked loudly.

Hassan slowly approached them, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I think that’s up to her, boys. We’ll see how she feels by the end of the night.”

Malcolm groaned. “You never give us real answers, Unc. When Rye comin to visit? She always got the answers.”

Hassan jumped at them playfully, laughing when they jumped back. “Yall gon sell me out for Rye so I ain’t telling yall. How bout that?”

The boys soon started to nag him, trying to jump all over him which he gave right back to them. Soon they were slap boxing with each other. Gabi grabbed her mother and Tamara’s attention, telling them to follow her to the kitchen. She grabbed the open bottle of wine from her refrigerator pouring three glasses.

“Gabi told me that Hassan really liked you while we were waiting and forgiving me if I was a bit skeptical considering Nadine,” Shirley took a small sip of her wine. “He really liked her too or he claimed to. I tried to tell him not to keep being with that girl but he was young, did what he wanted to do.” Tamara sipped from her wine, acknowledging the older woman with a nod. “But once I saw you and him together, I saw what Gabi had been telling me. He loves you. I can see it.”

“Like.” Tamara corrected.

“Oh no, baby.” She laughed with a shake of her head. “I said what I meant. I raised him, I know when my babies are in love.”

Feeling that the conversation may have gotten unintentionally heavy, Gabi butted in to save Tamara from any heat. “You’ve met his babygirl, right?”

Slowly, Tamara tore her gaze away from Shirley, settling on Gabi. “I did. I actually met them both at the same time. I approached him in the mall in Orlando and she was with him. And I’ve talked to her on the phone quite a few times since him and I have been dating. She’s a sweet girl.”

“She is. Thankfully nothing like her mama,” Gabi mumbled, earning a pointed look from her mother. “I’m just saying, Mama. You know I’m right.”

Shirley sighed, sitting her glass down. “Have you met Nadine yet?”

“No ma’am but she knows about me,” she glanced at Gabi, who was smiling. “And She knows that I know about her.”

“You just be careful with her and whenever you cross paths with her. That girl,” Shirley’s voice trails off for a moment, “She got some kinda evil in her. A demon if I ever seen one before.”

“Now, Mama,” Gabi laughed, “She is a terrible person but she not a demon though.”

“The hell you preach. That girl is a demon. The way that she treated my son and his baby. Tuh, lucifer must have placed her on Trenice’s porch cause I know she didn’t raise her that way.”

This is the most honest opinion Tamara’s heard about Nadine so she leaned into the conversation. Although she was in shape or form worried about clashing with her it was important to Tamara to really know what she was dealing with. When her and Hassan discussed his ex-wife, he was still very polite and honest to a point. He never told her the extent of things that she had done to Moriah because he didn’t want to share her business without her permission. The only thing he did tell her about was the abortion during one of their late night talks. When he spoke to her about Angel, he cried like it was still fresh. The loss of his first grandchild and the pain that it caused his only child hurt him and what hurt more is that he wasn’t there to stop it from happening. From what he confided in her, that was the first time he really regretted leaving Texas and not making Moriah come with him. Guilt still ate him up. He wished that he would have just disregarded what Moriah said she wanted and forced her to come to Atlanta with him.

For once, Gia was nowhere to be found in the performance center. From what Bronco heard she had some family emergency so she would be gone for a few days and wouldn’t see them talking to Trick. After the friends decided that they were going to put Trick onto her, they took a couple days to plan out how they were going to do it and now were satisfied. 

On a break from their workout, the two approached Trick who was doing curls. They sat on the floor near the bench he sat on prompting him to sit the dumbbell down and remove his earbud from his ear. He eyed them carefully.

“Yall look like yall up to some shit. What yall got goin on?” He asked picking the dumbbell back up.

“We ain’t up to shit.” Zilla laughed. “We just wanted to holla at you real quick.”

He nodded for them to go on.

“We know you been tryna settle down so we wanted to help you out cause ya game is clearly nonexistent,” Bronco joked. 

He sucked his teeth. “I got game, just ain’t been tryin. That’s all.”

Zilla lifted his hands in surrender. “Aye, mane, whatever you say. But look, we know you want somebody that understand this wrestlin shit and you travelin all the time so we found you somebody.”

“And we heard she think you kinda cute. So all you gotta do is use that nonexistent ass game and ask her out,” Bronco added.

Trick stared at them clearly contemplating continuing with his curls. “Who is it that yall think yall found for me?”

“Gia.”

Trick stared at them, recalling Gia in his mind. “Green eyed girl that do the backstage interviews?” The two men nodded making him smile. “Oh word? She is kinda cute and she be givin me them bedroom eyes from time to time.”

Zilla clapped his hands excitedly.“Aight so when she come back, ask her out on a date.”

“Bet Ima do that. Preciate yall for lookin out.”

The two left him, going back to the locker room to have their conversation in private. To be honest neither of them were a hundred percent sure that Gia would even go for it but they have witnessed Trick talk to enough girls that he at least got a first date. No matter what they planned to stay informed with how their relationship would go. 

“You think that shit gon work out?” 

Zilla huffed loudly, taking a seat on one of the benches. “Shit, I hope so. If it don’t and she keep this shit up, Fat gon whoop her ass. I told you what she asked me Tuesday?”

“Nah. What sis say?”

“Her exact words were ‘did that bitch have her hands on you tonight?’ And shit, it caught me off guard so I’m like who,” he recounted bringing the memory back to the forefront of his mind, “And she was like that frog eyed bitch. So I’m like nah and she basically told me if she don’t stop, she gon beat Gia ass.”

Busting out laughing, Bronco took a seat on the bench opposite of Zilla. His dislike of Gia was mutual among them all so anytime he heard Moriah or Toni dogging her ass out, he was going to enjoy it. 

“Yoooo sis is wild. She called her a frog eyed bitch? You deadass?” He asked through his laughter.

“Deadass, bro. She meant that shit too.”

Bronco went from laughing to scrunching his face at his friend. “Why you smilin like that, fool?”

He shook his head. “It ain’t nothin.”

Bronco watched him until it clicked. “Ayye! My boy! I know what that smile mean! That’s why yall ducked outta there!”

“Hell yeah. I’m surprised Toni ain’t trip about it.”

He waved him off. “Nah, she wasn’t goin to. She was too busy gettin on my ass.”

That admittance made Zilla’s nosey ass ears perk up. He didn’t want to know so he could tell anyone, he simply just liked to be in their business. To him that’s what friends do.

“What you do?”

“She was upset cause Javi was at home by himself but I told her he was straight, he did it all the time before me and her started.” Bronco shrugged. “And he usually with her on Tuesdays but you know she workin nights this week and I was workin so.”

“Oh damn. But Javi like 13 or 14. Ain’t it?”

“Yeah, he 13 but you know T worry so much cause of her job. I told her she hadda relax.”

Zilla stared at him. “You told her to relax? Last time I told Rye to relax she bit my damn head off. Cussed me out for like two hours.”

He laughed. Yeah, she was about to but yall walked back in so shit … saved by the bell. I did have to hear that shit when she got off though. She came straight to my house, made Javi breakfast then yelled at me while I was in the shower.”

“That’s what your ass get,” he laughed while checking his phone. “Shit, I gotta reschedule my therapy session.”

“Rye told you to do that shit two weeks ago. Ima tell.”

“Man,” he laughed, “I been busy. Ima do it though. Remind me when we leave her.”

“Nope, hell nah cause if I do or don’t and you don’t do it you gon throw my ass under the bus right along with you.”

The pediatric floor was quiet for the moment. The children that were on the floor were either sleep or medicated enough that they were in no pain. Dr. Miller took this time to get caught up on paperwork hoping to leave on time and not a minute after 7. This floor was what he always dreamed of, Dr. Harris made it even better for the last six years the older doctor had taken him under his wings and always encouraged him to do the same for others who were newly pinned. While Dr. Miller enjoyed doing this when he could, he did not enjoy one medical student in particular. 

“Dr. Miller, you got a second?”

A sigh escaped him. “Only if it does not interrupt my paperwork, Gardner. I need to be outta here on time, I have family matters to attend to.”

A wide smile stretched across Thomas’ face. “Nah, it won’t take long and won’t take your focus away.”

“I’m listening.”

“A few weeks ago I assisted Dr. Harris with a hernia surgery on a five year old and he told me that the mom called because what she thinks is complications from the surgery,” Thomas explained leaning against the desk.

“Okay,” Dr. Miller drug out impatiently. “What do you want me to do with that?”

“He assured her that it would pass but I … I think something might be wrong.”

The pen fell from Dr. Miller’s hand as he turned to give the younger man his undivided attention. “You think or you know? And be very sure with your answer.”

He shrugged. “I think, I can’t be completely sure.”

“Did you do something wrong that Dr. Harris didn’t catch?”

“If somebody did do something wrong and you think it could cause said complications. What would you do?”

Dr. Miller sighed, from the moment Thomas got to pediatrics he knew the young male would be an issue. It was at this moment he vowed to never take another student or newbie under his wing again, He didn’t give a damn what his mentor would say. Thomas had spoiled it for everyone that would come after him.

“Is it something that can pass or be fixed externally or is it something that needs to be handled internally?”

“Umm I’m sure it can be fixed externally.”

Another sigh. “Is it life threatening for said five year old?”

“It can be, yes.”

“Then you need to tell Dr. Harris what you did or I will. You have tomorrow afternoon.” Dr. Miller ordered turning back to his paperwork.

Thomas’ eyes went wide with panic. “Wait, no. It wasn’t me that did it.”

“Then who did it? And what did they do?” The doctor asked, now irritated.

“It uh it was a nurse. She may have caused an infection.” He spat his lie out quicker than he could stop it.

“Which nurse?”

Praying internally that this would all work out for the better with Nadine’s plan, Thomas utter Moriah’s name quietly. Dr. Miller’s head shot up, his eyes on Thomas not believing a word that was said.

“You know what, I’ll look into it. Don’t worry about telling Dr. Harris. I got it.”

“Are … are you sure? I can tell him.” He stuttered. “It’s probably nothing.”

Dr. Miller shrugged. “It probably is but I’ll check anyway. Unless there’s some reason that I shouldn’t.” He was giving Thomas the chance to backtrack and take ownership for whatever he was sure the man had done. When he shook his head the doctor gave him a final nod. “Okay then it’s out of your hands and into mine. Leave it be. Understand?”

“Yes sir but can you keep me updated?”

‘I’ll see what I can do. Gardner.”

One thing Dr. Miller learned during the time he worked with Moriah on pediatrics, he learned that she was very meticulous and followed the rules down to every period and comma. He knew there was no way it was her that did anything reckless to harm this young patient and he was going to get to the bottom of it. Thomas got the hint that the conversation was over, he grabbed his bag to leave the floor for the day praying that none of this came back to bite him in the ass. After finishing his paperwork Dr. Miller moved over to one of the computers accessing the files. He searched for a few minutes before he found the file he was looking for and picked up the receiver beside him to call the parents. 

“Hi, this is Dr. Miller from Lakeland General. I’m looking for the parents of Nia Jones.” He paused. “Yes, I heard that she was having issues … Yes ma’am … Yes ma’am … I’ll be in tomorrow morning for a little while and can see her then … Yes, 8 is fine. I’ll see her in the emergency department … Okay, see you all then. Have a good night.”

Something wasn’t clean in the water and he was going to get to the bottom of it. Now that he sat up an appointment, he moved on to his next step. Getting to the ED, he texted his family group chat to let them know that he had to change his fight out for the next day instead of later tonight while he waited on Toni. 

“Dr. Miller, what can I do for you?” She called out as she walked in the door.

He chuckled, going to hold the door of their breakroom for her. “How’d you know I wanted something ?” He asked, following her inside.

“Because you only ever come to the ED if you want something from me? So what’s up? I got fifteen minutes before my shift starts and I wanna use ten of those to call my mama.”

Dr. Miller helped her put her things in her locker. “You remember the hernia surgery Nurse DeBreaux helped with some weeks ago?”

“Yeah,” she answered slowly, “That was her first surgery. Why? Did something happen to that little girl?”

“No, no, no,” he said immediately, “Not yet at least.He goes on explaining to her the conversation he and Thomas had and what he had done. “Can you please stay a little longer in the morning to do the check up with me? I would ask Nurse DeBreaux.”

She nodded, finishing his thought, “But you don’t want it to look like a coverup just in case there is actually a complication from surgery. I got it, I’ll stay.”

“Thank you, I owe you. And I know I don’t need to say this but for now lets keep this between us. Don’t even tell DeBreaux.”

“Ooh I know. If I tell her that he’s tryna blame her for his negligence, she’ll kill em. She takes her work very seriously.”

“Trust me I know and I know he does to which is why I can’t understand why he would even try to put this on her.” Dr. Miller admitted.

Toni pulled out her ringing phone. “Trust me you don’t wanna know. I gotta take this, it’s my mama. I’ll see you in the morning.” She said quickly. “Oh and I’m sorry about your auntie.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that. See ya.”

“I don’t know how we managed to stay away from each other for so long,” Nadine laughed, adjusting the covers over her nude body. “It’s always so much fun when we’re together.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know. You like to play coy with me and luckily for you, I like it.” 

Dewayne pulled her across the bed to him, moving a few of her drop curls from her face. It wasn’t often that he felt this stress free and calm, it was only when he was in her presence. No matter how many times she turned him down for something more serious, he couldn’t let go of her. When he met Hassan, he could see how much their affair affected him but Dewayne was honest with himself–no matter how much pain it would cause, he wouldn’t stop. The Nadine he knew and the Nadine everyone else were two different people to him. They needed to dig beyond that tough exterior, the armor she wore to the rest of the world and see the sweet, loving, brilliant woman on the inside. 

“I do not play coy with you.” She argued, meeting his gaze.

“You do so. Ducking my calls and texts, only responding when you want to. Youtube me up on my offer to go to dinner every once in a while and then nothing.”

She shrugged. “As you said that’s what you like about me. I’m just giving you what you want, DJ.”

He tickled her sides until she was out of breath and gasping for him to stop. “What I want is for you to stop playing coy with me and just be with me.”

“You’re married.” She answered softly.

“And so were you once upon a time. I keep telling you that all you have to do is say those magic words and she’s gone,” he reiterated, caressing her cheek softly. “I remember the first day I met you. Ava was what five had gone through so many appointments with therapists and shit until finally her doctor sent me to you. You remember that?”

She snorted. “How could I forget? You stormed into my office and demanded for her to be seen right then, instead of ten minutes later. And still ended up waiting the ten minutes because we argued back and forth.”

“I was tired of being jerked around from place to place,” he chuckled, “But you got your way anyway. I was so drawn to that fierceness that I would make her double appointments every week.”

“Mmhm and then after a month you finally asked me out.”

“And you told me it would never happen, that you were a married woman.” He recounted. “That didn’t stop me though. I always get what I want.”

She moved closer to him, resting  her head on his arm. “Hmm not always.”

“I’ll get it eventually. Now,” he sighed, “It’s been two days. Are you ready to tell me what’s bothering you?”

“It’s Moriah.”

“What’s going on with her? I’m surprised she hasn’t called yet. She usually calls when you haven’t been home.”

“She’s not in Texas anymore. She moved to Florida with that boyfriend of hers.”

He smiled. “The doctor? Alright, that’s great. Why don’t you sound happy? Isn’t that what you wanted for her?”

“No, not with the doctor. She’s with your cousin or whatever he is to you.” At that Dewayne frowned. The cousins he had in Florida he was sure were all married or taken in some fashion. “Isayah. Eddie’s son.”

“He’s out of jail?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, he’s been out for two almost three years now. You really don’t keep up with your family. Do you?”

“Not all of them, no. Do you know how many of them there are?” He asked with a chuckle. “But wow … I thought the doctor boy was gonna propose and everything.”

“He was and he did but she turned him down. She was and still is stuck on that jailbird boy.”

He kissed her head bringing her close for a quick hug, his laughter vibrating through his body and hers. “Listen, I know how badly you wanted her with someone else but sometimes as parents we have to let our kids make their own choices.”

“But she’s making the wrong ones and she’s mad at me because I’m trying to help her. Call herself not talking to me. I haven’t talked to her since Thanksgiving.”

“And by trying to help her, you mean trying to make the choice for her. Right?”

“Yes, but–,”

“No buts if she’s happy let her be. This is not that serious for you and her to have gone almost a year without talking, Nadine. I know you miss her and she misses you.”

There were lots of things Nadine neglected to tell Dewayne about, she didn’t want him to judge her the way her loved ones had done. While he knew about the small things Moriah did and how she was punished, Nadine never uttered a word to him about the pregnancy and the things she did because of it. The abortion, Moriah’s and hers, alone would be enough to push him over the edge knowing that he is a die hard pro-lifer. And that was just not a risk she was willing to take.

“I don’t know about her missing me but I do miss her.”

“See? So why don’t you put the need for control in the backseat and put your love for your daughter in the front?” He suggested kissing her neck.

“You mean stop trying to get her to break up with him and let them be together? Even if I know she’s gonna regret it later.”

He chucked, still kissing her neck. “Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Can you do that? If not for Moriah then do it for me. Please, beautiful?”

She stewed over the thought for a few minutes with her thoughts going fuzzy every few seconds because of his ministrations. “Fine, DJ, fine. I’ll lay off.”

“Good,” he cheered, moving to smile widely at her, “Now let me show you just how proud of you I am.”

The next morning as promised Toni waited for Dr. Miller. She stood beside him as he checked the little girl and went over her x-rays with the parents. The only thing he had yet to receive were the results from her blood work.

“Has she been feeling woozy or tired lately? Fever? Vomiting?” Dr. Miller asked, still checking nia.

Her mom spoke up first with a worried glance. “Not woozy but more tired than usual. Fever comes and goes and so does the vomiting.”

“How long after the surgery did this start?”

The parents looked at each other lost for an answer for a moment. “Umm,” the father stuttered trying to think, “Maybe a week or so after. But it started to get worse a few days ago.”

Dr. Miller nodded, giving the little girl a quick smile. “So it sounds like it could just be an after effects from the surgery and all the medicine she was on but just in case it is an infection, I’m gonna prescribe her some antibiotics.”

“How are we gonna know if it is an infection?” 

He gives the mother a reassuring smile. “Her blood work should be back by noon today. If there is anything suspicious in there Dr. Harris will give you a call immediately.”

“Okay, thank you so much. Really, thank you.”

“Just doing my job. Gotta make sure babygirl is able to eat her spaghetti and meatballs,” he joked, lightly pinching Nia’s cheek.

As they left the room Toni and Dr. Miller made eye contact and moved to an unoccupied area of the ED. He folded his arms across his chest waiting to hear her thoughts.

“I’m no doctor but I think she has an infection. Miller.”

“I am a doctor and I’m quite sure she does too. But I think it was caught in enough time to cure it.”

“Don’t you think Dr. Harris is gonna wanna know why he has bloodwork for her after he already told her it would be fine.”

He nodded, huffing. “Yes and I’m about to go take care of that. He’s always here early, I’m gonna go talk to him now before I leave.”

Toni nodded, still feeling uneasy. “I’ll let you know if anything happens while you’re gone. But you know I’m gonna have to tell Rye.”

“I know, just please keep her from trying to kill him until we can sort this shit out.”

Toni threw her hands up. “I make no promises but I will try.”

After only getting three hours of sleep, Moriah was awakened by her boyfriend asking her to bring him his gym bag that he’d forgotten. Declining his favor was on the tip of her tongue from being so tired but she knew he would have done it for her so she begrudgingly agreed. The performance center wasn’t as busy as it usually was and for that she was grateful. Less people see her with a messy ponytail, Zilla’s shirt and biker shorts—aka as a bum. She wandered around the center for her boyfriend, figuring he was busy since he wasn’t answering her calls or texts. About to give up and leave it in the nearest, safest spot she spotted Josh and called out to him. With their distance, she couldn’t hear him suck his teeth as he turned to face him.

“Hey! What are you doing here? Zay didn’t tell me you were in town.” She hugged him quickly, still not realizing he didn’t really hug her back.

“Workin. Came to help out.” He muttered. “Why you here? I thought you was a nurse.”

She laughed, realizing he asked because of the bag. “Oh, I do. I actually should be at home, just got off a few hours ago. Zay forgot his bag so here I am.”

“Mmm. I’ll give it to him.” He told her going to reach for the bag. “You can go back home.”

“Actually, I kinda wanted to see him since I was here. I been working nights so we been missing each other. Can I go with you?”

Josh’s lip turned up a bit at the thought of her staying any longer but he didn’t wanna make a scene so he told her to follow him. Moriah had to almost jog to keep up with him with how fast he was walking which she chalked up to his long legs. They stood in the doorway where the practice rings were located.

“Awe, it’s been so long since I’ve seen him practice. I used to go all the time in Texas.” She gushed keeping her eyes on him.

Josh had no desire to hear her go on about a relationship he didn’t agree with so since the both of them were here without any interruptions, he would speak his mind.

“You ever thought that maybe what yall got goin on ran its course?” He asked softly.

“Um huh?” She was extremely confused by his question. It was weird to her to say the least.

He shrugged. “You know like high school sweetheart shit where you been together so long that yall start to hate each other. Start bein malicious and shit.”

“Oh,” she giggled, “No, Josh. We argue here and there but we’re good.”

“You say that now. Being with a wrestler ain’t easy, Ma. Soon enough he gon be on main roster, traveling city to city without you. It gets real lonely for some of them, so lonely that they start to stray while you at home thinking they faithful,” he explained, keeping his eyes on Zilla in the ring. “And then you start to get bitter cause he’d rather be with them ring rats than you. And the more bitter you get, the more vindictive you get. Take his house, take his kids and treat them kids like shit because you so damn mad at him when you should have left years ago.”

Moriah turned her body to face him, shock and anger on her face. She knew he was alluding got more than just Zilla. He was comparing them to her parents. 

“I know that my mother isn’t a great person but I am not her. And my daddy never cheated on my mama,” she spat seething.

To her words, Josh chuckled. “Your daddy may not have cheated but that doesn’t make any of it better. It makes it worse actually.”

“What? What are you talking about, Josh?”

“Your daddy ain’t cheat so he was being a good ass husband to your mama and she still dogged his ass out which included treating you like shit.”

She rubbed her face out of frustration. “Just spit whatever it is you’re tryna say out.”

He shrugged, “It’s simple. I don’t like you and I don’t want you with my cousin. Shit was cute when yall was kids but it ain’t cute no more. I’m tryna save my cousin from unnecessary hurt.”

“You … you think that I would do any of the shit my mama did?”

“Apples don’t be fallin too far from the tree, ma.You say you love em so love em enough to save him from your bitter, destructive ass genes.”

Not waiting to hear her response, he walked off towards the ring with the gym bag in tow. Feeling herself about to cry Moriah rushed away ready to leave, when she walked out of the front doors she ran face first into Bronco, almost knocking him down.

“Damn where the fire at, sis?” He joked, helping her find her balance. When she lifted her head his smile dropped. “The fuck you cryin’ for, sis? What Zay do? I’ll beat his ass for you, friend or not.” She shook her head frantically at his words. “No don’t beat his ass or no it wasn’t him?”

“It wasn’t him,” she croaked. 

“Then what’s goin on? What is it?”

She broke down right as she opened her mouth to explain it to him. He wrapped her in a comforting hug, rocking her gently. “Tell me whats up? Big bruh can’t fix what you won’t tell me.”

“Its his cousin. He hates me.” She cried.

Bronco pulled back from the hug so he could see her face. “You talkin about Josh? Zay just told you that?”

Again she shook her head. “No, Josh just told me. I came to bring Zay’s bag and he basically told me I’m just like my mom and to save Zay some hurt and leave him. I’m not like her, I’ve never acted like her. I don’t know why he thinks that.”

Bronco used his shirt to wipe her face then hugged her again. “Listen, don’t worry about his ass. You put him in the category with ya mom of people who don’t exist to you. That whole family love you, ya pops love you, me and T old ass love you,” he chuckled along with her, “And most importantly Zay love you. Aight? If he don’t, fuck em. You hear me?”

“I hear you,” she answered softly. “Thank you, B.”

“Ain’t nothin,” he shrugged, smiling down at her, “That’s what big bruhs do but if you really, really wanna thank me you can make some dinner before you go to work tonight. Ima be over there with Javi and you know his ass can’t cook for shit.”

She laughed, punching him in the arm. “He tries but okay, I’ll make dinner. Thank you again and please don’t tell Zay.”

“Oh I ain’t. He’ll take that man head off about you in here. But just know he gon catch that man at some point and I hope I’m there to help.”

Parting ways, they hugged and he kissed her head once more before she left. She headed for Target instead of going home to get what she needed to put together an easy dinner for the boys while Bronco went inside, headed for the practice rings. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Josh, not saying a word to him. He knew the older man could feel the animosity rolling off him and that’s exactly what he wanted.

“What’s up, Uce?” Josh greeted respectfully.

Bronco shrugged. “Nada.”

Getting the hint Josh went back to silently watching the squabble until it was done. When Zila approached them Josh offered his bag to him almost as a peace offering then moved in to hug him which the younger cousin accepted. 

“Fat still here?” He asked, slapping hands with Bronco.

“Nah. She gave me the bag and left.”

Bronco stared at his audacity. He was really about to sit here and lie but he remained quiet after his promises to Moriah.

“She ain’t say shit? You ain’t say shit to her, did you?” Zilla questioned as he unblocked his phone and went through his messages.

Josh shook his head. “Just that she wanted to talk to you since yall been missing each other cause of yall schedules and then something about being tired.”

Zilla nodded even though he was skeptical. “You straight, B? You look like somebody pissed you off?”

“I’m straight, man. People just got a lot of audacity these days. I ran into sis on her way out,” he offered up staring at Josh. “She must really miss you man. She was damn near in tears.”

“Damn, prolly do.” He agreed, missing the stare down. “Me and her ain’t actually seen each other and had a conversation since Tuesday night. Thank God she only got two more days overnight.”

“Right, I just had to remind her that you love her and ain’t shit gon change about that. Not working overnight or nothing else.”

“I appreciate tha–bruh what the fuck is this?” he exclaimed loudly trying to cut the loud video playing from his phone off. His outburst broke Bronco and Josh’s stare. “This shit, man.” They moved to stand on either side of him so they could see his phone. “What the fuck is wrong with her?”

Bronco sucked his teeth. “I know that ain’t who I think it is.”

“Yeah its her ass.”

“Her who?” Josh asked, unable to tell from what he could see of the video.

Zilla sucked his teeth. “You bet not say shit about it to nobody or ima beat yo ass, mane. I’m serious.”

“I ain’t, uce. Who is it?”

“Its Gia delusional ass.”

“How you know it’s her? All you can see is titties and her pussy. Her face ain’t in it.” Josh asked, genuinely confused. Zilla exited the video then went to the messages she sent along with it, Josh read them aloud. “Missing you so much. Wish you were here. This is what you do to me. The hell?”

“And then her ass gon say it was a accident,” Bronco scoffed reading further down. “That shit wasn’t no fucking accident. You gotta tell, sis.”

“Man, don’t tell her shit.” Josh countered earning a stare from Bronco. “Look, if you tell her that it’s only gonna cause more problems. She gonna wanna know how the girl got your number, why she feel comfortable sending that shit, and a bunch of other shit. You wanna keep her ass so damn bad for whatever reason so just delete that shit and act like you never saw it.”

“Aye what you mean for whatever reason, bruh? They in love, that’s why he wanna keep my sis around,” Bronco barked.

“Whether I agree with the shit or not, he know I’m right. Delete that shit or you gon see Nadine ass come outta her quick as hell.”

Zilla pushed his cousin off reflex. He had been being cordial for the simple fact that he was at work and they were family. “Say, bruh. I already told you bout that shit. Watch your mouth about her.”

“Okay and I’m tryna help yo ass, uce, regardless of how I feel about the shit. I’m not tryna steer you wrong,” Josh reiterated, pushing his little cousin’s hands off of him. “Delete that shit and move on so you and her can stay in lalaland for a little longer.”

Knowing his friend, Bronco quickly stepped between them pushing Zilla back. As much as Bronco wanted to beat Josh’s ass, he knew better than to do it at work and with so many witnesses. 

“Look, don’t listen to him. Tell Rye the truth then we’ll go from there. Even if we gotta get Toni to keep her from beat that delusional bitch ass.”

Josh threw his hands up. “Who you gon listen to him or your big uce? I’m telling you delete that shit and keep it movin.”

Booker calling out for all three of them for something unrelated breaks up the back and forth. They act like everything is okay to get through their very long day of practice. 

While Dewayne slept, Nadine snuck out of the bedroom to the bathroom to call Thomas. She weighed her options with Dewayne’s help and decided she would give everything a rest. It was starting to drain her anyway.

“I’m glad you called, I’ve got something to tell you.”

“Uhn uhn, whatever it is can wait,” she whispered.

“No, I promise it’s important, Ms. Nadine. I promise.” He pleaded.

She shushed him, waiting until he was completely quiet to talk. “I’m gonna take a step back from everything and think about things. I sincerely appreciate you for helping me out with this. And I know what you’re thinking I’m not giving up, just taking a well needed break,” she explained softly. “You take a break too. You focus on finishing the rest of your last year. Okay?”

“But I think you should hear this.”

“I don’t, Thomas, It’s okay, I'm not upset, just in need of a break. I’ll talk to you later.” She ended their call ignoring him calling her name. Pausing things felt almost right to her, made her feel a little better about things. Now all she needed to do was get things in order and make a trip or two to the east coast.

Thomas stood frozen in the middle of the aisle in Target, staring at his phone. He knew he fucked up and when Nadine found out about it she was going to hurt him. A cart hitting his brought him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry,” the person haphazardly threw out. Her voice startled him but he smiled nonetheless.

“It’s alright, Moriah. Its actually good I ran into you.’

She turned to glare at him. “If I would have known it was you I wouldn’t have bothered to apologize. Leave me alone.”

“Don’t be like that. I just need a few seconds,” he called out following her to the next aisle. “Please, Moriah.”

“First, I told you to only talk to me at work if you had to. Second, I told you to call me Nurse DeBreaux. Third, I know Zay and Bronco made it very clear that you are to stay your ass far away from me,” she spat not in the mood. With her emotions till all over the place from her interaction with Josh, she didn't need this shit with Thomas to add onto it.

He abandoned his cart, going to stand in front of hers. “Listen, it’s serious. It's about the little girl who had hernia surgery. Both of our careers could be in jeopardy.”

“What?” She snapped. “Spit it the hell out.”

“I think she developed an infection from something we did.”

She laughed like it was the funniest thing she had ever heard in her life, tears ran down her face.

“What’s … what’s so funny?”

“You!” She laughed. “Don’t you dare try to put me in anything that you did, Thomas. I did everything just how Dr. Harris asked me to. You were the one doing things when he turned away.”

“I did not,” he argued.

She glared at him. “You hear what I said. And if you try to bring me into this, whatever Zay promised to do to you is gonna seem like a walk in the fucking park when I’m through with you. Now, move!”

Moriah pushed her cart past him lightly grazing his toes when he moved. She was regretting ever getting back out of bed to take Zilla his bag because then her head wouldn’t be pounding, her feelings wouldn’t be hurt and she would be resting like she wanted. Her mind wondered if it was all really with the trouble, she knew it was though she was just in her feelings. One thing she was sure of was that her and Zilla needed to have two conversations. One about Thomas and the other about their relationship and keeping his cousin out of it.

[4pfsukuna]

omfg bruhhhhh

yall want me to believe Choso “on sight before his feet even land on the floor” Kamo is some pathetic whiney crybaby? Like why is every fic so… ugh i want him to fight back. Somebody please tag me or drop a link for assertive/ aggresive/ dominant choso! (Prefferably black reader)

like do i gotta write it myself?

Choso who meets you when you both come in late at night its 2am and youre standing in the hall talking about whatever the hell a middle part buss down is. He doesnt care he just wish you werent so loud… in your shared hall.

you glare at him because who was he talking too! You pay the same amount of rent as him and to damn much at that they should be lucky you werent in the lounge making ramen watching their t.v right now.

It doesnt get better when you bang on his door asking him to turn his music down cause why was he playing last resort by papa roach at 3:30am on a wednesday. He opens the door in a hoodie and tight calvin klein boxers and your eyes drift for a second until the next rock song starts up this time in japanese and he has the audacity to have an annoyed expresion with you!

”did you want something or did you just want to stare” he glares annoyed with a steady voice though youre expecting him to snap.

“Who answers the door in their boxers have some decorum” you respond half embarassed that he caught you. “And your music is loud… some of us have jobs in the morning” and you storm off not leaving any room for backtalk.

the next time he sees you is a few days later when youre both rushing out and slam into another his shirt and leather jacket falling to the floor with your purse falling sending your wallet down the hall and lip gloss shattering that dior gloss was not cheap.

”are you fucking kidding me” he hisses and you notice hes shirtless silver bars through his nipples and a few tattoos littered across his chest.

”you got a real stairing problem there princess” which makes you smirk.

“you look like a 1st grade art project… line work isnt half bad its just the asshole its attatched to” you retort collecting your items not realizing a few slipped from your wallet.

it was maintenance day you didnt have time to worry about shit it was hair lashes nails toes and a fresh tattoo and belly piercing your friend finally found an artist that did both and had clean work.

youre all smiles and sunshine walking into C.K. Parlor even enjoying the convo with the pink haired male receptionist whos so sweet mentioning this was his brothers shop but something about this guy looks familiar.

“Hes so hot” your friend gushes making you turn around and groan at the sight of your annoying ass neighbor.

”couldnt get enough bothering me home so you come here” he teases but theres something so stoicly calm about his anger… its more so mild annoyance.

”i actually came to get a tattoo and piercing but i think ill pass” you speak not wanting to admit you actually loss your credit card but youre here for moral support for your friend who now that you look at her looks like she doesnt need it.

”youre already here dont tell me youre chicken… come on ill even do it for free”

”free?” Oh that had your attention.

“mhmmm lets call it a truce no more loud… anything just being good neighbors”

and its not long before youre on the table the design being shaded into your spine and he admires how you just take it… his mind does begin to drift to if you can take anything else when he notices how pretty you look today.

he actually loves white on your toes and the crisp french tip on your hands. Its when he notices the snake tattoo wrapped around your wrist that he realizes you might be interesting and not just some stuck up—

“you wanted your belly pierced too right?” He ask and if someone wouldve told you that youd be half dressed infront of your neighbor Today you wouldnt believe it. Hes professional and doesnt even glance at the double d’s you have in your lace bra… ok he did but you didnt notice at all.

you thought you seen his ears burn red but hes quick to turn away disposing of the needle and your completely suprised by how soft and careful his hands are… ahem he is.

”and maybe we can actually be nice to another” he says softly holding out your credit card that you dropped earlier.

your truce last all of 5 days. It wasnt your fault meg the stallion announced she was going on tour and you couldnt help the screams of joy and to blast her music.

you dont expect anyone to bang on your door or barge in when you open it.

”excuse the fuck out of me” you hiss slamming your door facing him when you notice hes looking past your face and down at your body.

you were wearing a dark purple lace bra and underwear the silver belly ring he initially put in switched out for a dangly silver one with a dragon that matched your tattoo and yes it was to early to change.

”my eyes are up here”

”please. Nothing i havent seen before princess actually it kind of looks like the black one” he smirks watching the fury in your eyes as you look for something to cover up.

”get the fuck out”

he saunters (the god damn audacity) out but not without pressing his whole body into you as if the walkway wasnt wide enough making sure to press himself into your ass leaning down to your ear.

”good night princess” and you dont have to look at him to know hes smirking but that raspy voice does something to you.

that night you go to bed with 3 orgasms… what dont make that face you had a voice kink and couldnt help it.

he smirks when he sees you the next day and you try to ignore him as he unlocks his car door.

”sleep well? You know the walls are thin and im sure our bedrooms share a wall”

you make a mental note to get on apartment finder tonight.

”im sure that was your first time ever hearing a womans moans outside of porn” you hiss back you werent no weak bitch.

and he wasnt a cliche man his taunts went further then just an insult back, hed give you more content for tonight. After all he was helping you help him.

”just be a good girl for me and let me hear everything tonight alright princess” he utters in a deep octave that makes your breathing stutter and you cant form a proper sentence and any insult is going to be childish.

you of course try to walk off but he grabs your arm pulling you closely his large hand spreading across your lower back.

”did i say i was done… look up at me” and you bite your lip to keep your jaw off the floor this man was wicked and you were not about to play with a devil.

”youre such a pretty mess” he adds in watching the gloss in your eyes before you come to your senses pushing him off heading fown the street.

”wrong direction princess” and you were headed the other way but you should probably just head back inside to change underwear.

and if he could hear you through the wall you were going to put on a show, you make sure even whine moan groan whimper and cry can be heard through these thin ass walls honestly you were so sensitive from overstimulating yourself… It was his fault.

You do everything in your power to avoid him the next few days that post nut clarity knocking some sense into you.

You actually have no idea how wrecked he’s been. How wrecked you had him! He needs to hear it again.

he might turn slightly yandere for you. its when you get a call at 1am and of course youre up you had actually just got out the shower.

”is this your payback” he hisses into the phone though you arent sure what hes talking about.

”how the fuck did you get my number? Doesnt matter bye”

“stop it just listen” he grunts catching your attention “i just need you to be a good girl for me just once i promise” he nearly begs and you have a wicked idea of what he’s doing on the other side of the phone.

you listen to every command, praise and groan his sultry voice lets out your fingers and sheets soaked

“you did such a good job baby, you deserve a reward how about you cum for me” he grunts sending both of you to your end him losing it to the sound of your orgasm.

“i wanna take you out on a date” and thats when you hang up not in the mood for his antics.

hes serious though, he takes you to the finest seafood restaurant with expensive alcohol you cant pronounce he even gets you a dress to wear, suprising you with a new dior lip gloss…3 actually.

”thats how many times you orgasmed through the wall the first night…” you thank God for your brown skin and him not being able to see you blush. He genuinely takes the time for you to get to know another subtly throwing in praises.

by the time you get back to the car your a wreck hair frizzing from your body overheating already.

your legs are rubbingg together and he spreads them guiding your hand down.

“Be a good girl for me and show me how pretty you look when you cum”

You happily comply watching as his hands fidget while driving

When he gets you back to his place your clothes are off and your back is against his fluffy comforter, not that you had time to notice but his whole room is black.

Hes a certified munch and will eat you until youre lightheaded. He eats you out on your back, makes you ride his face, eats you from the back he has you in 7 different positions from head alone.

He gives the deepest stroke while telling you how pretty you are for him the most filthies things he can mutter in your ear giving you back shots the pillow under your stomach propping you up as he plays with your clit begging for you to cum.

you black out and hes not far behind but makes sure to clean you with a warm rag and throws a tshirt on you.

He loves waking up to you and will actually barge in your home or bring you over to his.

He has his own stubborn ways which you will sometimes talk your best shit which he loves, he needs his woman to be on go not some docile lil weakling.

and sometimes he fights back!

[aswefindourwayback]

Pit In My Gut, In The Shape Of You

Authors Note: this is an AU where spence is a song writer 😀 i know, crazy. but whatever. this does have a part 2 so lmk if that’s something yall want to see. also this part one isn’t really focused on spence, its more focused on the girl. part 2 would be more spencer focused. hope yall like it! feedback is always appreciated.

wc: 5373

Warnings: stupid man (not spence) who says some mean things

They were best friends. Everyday, they were stuck to each other's side. Whether they were out on adventures, or just at home watching the worst rom-coms ever made. They never got sick of eachother. She always feared that those who loved her, would eventually grow to hate her and get annoyed by her. That even the little things she did, would result in them leaving. Because they have before. But he never left. He stayed by her side for 3 summers.

But then something changed. He stopped asking her about her hobbies, her interests, her days. He stopped kissing her goodnight. He stopped bringing her lilies, her favorite flower. And one day, he just seemed to stop loving her. Then one day, he just left without a word. All he left in their two bedroom apartment was a note saying “I can’t do this anymore”.

She had noticed the change in his behavior, but she thought it was just a rough patch that most couples go through. She thought everything would go back to normal. She thought if she tried enough, he would stay. She stopped going on tangents about anything and everything. She took on less hours at work to try and cook for him everyday. She tried to make plans with him. But he wouldn’t give her the time of day. She wondered what she did wrong. Was it something she did, something she said. Did she talk too much? Did he start to think her obsession with things was weird? Or did he simply just fall out of love with her? What could she do to change and bring him back.

The day he left, was the day her whole world fell apart. She quit her job, stopped taking care of herself, and stopped seeing her friends and family. Those around her grew worried, but there was nothing they could do. They couldn’t get her to eat, bathe, or even open the door to their her apartment.

2 years pass and Elaine has managed to move on. Now she has a new amazing job that she loves and some new friends. She moved out of the two bedroom apartment she once shared with her past lover, and moved into a one bedroom apartment that she absolutely adores. She has decorated it to be somewhat like her dream apartment. She’s got bookshelves lining a whole wall, the bookshelves filled with all of her favorite books and some memorabilia she’s gathered from traveling and from sharing memories with friends and family. The rest of her walls are filled with posters and pictures of things from her interests to friends and family.

She still fears that if she puts herself out there, that people will start leaving her again, and she doesn’t think she can go through the heart break again. She has closed herself off in some ways. She stopped sharing her interests with people, when asked about her day, she keeps it to a minimum. If she saw a rat on the subway on her way to work, she would say so. But she would refrain from talking about how it was the size of her arm and that it was carrying 2 slices of pizza on its back. Something else that she had started doing that she hadn’t noticed was that she started dressing in more bland colors. No more rainbows, sparkles, odd patterns, but more basics in black, white and beige. All the colors and patterns can come off too strongly to some people, better to keep the brightness to a minimum. But she is happier now. Happier than she was 2 years ago at least.

Elaine now works at the biggest music production company in the country, hoping that one day, she will be able to touch people's hearts with her music. One day, as she is on the way to a coffee shop during her break, she sees him. She sees his brown curly hair and his favorite jacket, waiting in line to order his favorite, an iced latte and a slice of banana bread… Zeke.

As she stands and stares in the doorway, she sees someone walk up to him and wrap an arm around his waist. She’s blonde and absolutely gorgeous. Probably the most beautiful woman that she’s ever seen. Whilst she examines the woman, she notices something on the woman's ring finger. A ring. An engagement ring. Simple, but elegant.

Elaine debates whether she should leave or stay and order her coffee. Before she can make her decision, he turns and spots her. He stares at her. She can’t seem to read his face. The woman whispers something into his ear and he looks down at his fiance and laughs. He turns back around to order their drinks.

Elaine stood there, motionless, wondering did he forget me? Is it that easy to forget me? What we had? Or did he just not want to acknowledge me? He’s obviously moved on, so should I. Maybe I should start seeing someone.

It was now Elaine’s turn to order, she stepped up to the cashier and ordered her usual, an iced coffee and a cheese danish for herself, as well as an americano and blueberry muffin for her coworker, to go. Once she paid, she stepped to the side and waited for them to call her name, indicating that her order was ready. As she waited, she tried her best to not acknowledge him. She didn’t look in his direction and didn’t stand near them. But he kept taking small glances at her. She could see this out of the corner of her eye and didn’t understand why he was doing this. Was it to see if she was jealous, if she was still heartbroken? Maybe he was trying to get a rise out of her.

Her name was called by one of the barista’s and she picked up her order and walked out the door as fast as she could. As soon as Elaine stepped out the door, it felt like she could finally take the breath that she didn’t realize she was holding. Before walking back to work, she looked back at him, but he wasn’t looking. Instead, he was pulling the woman, his fiance, close and kissing her, as if he knew Elaine was watching, wanting to make her feel some way.

As soon as she got back to work, Elaine dropped off the muffin and coffee at her coworkers desk. She was making her way back to her desk when her coworker, spencer, the one she had bought a muffin for, walked up to her and told her that their boss wished to speak to her. spencer gave her a shy smile as he walked away. Elaine raced to her boss’s office where she was told that she had to write a song for one of her favorite artists. She was told to write a ballad about being heartbroken, a song that would make people's hearts sink when they listen to the song. She told her boss that it was no problem, not wanting to be a disappointment. She immediately got to writing. She sat in one of the small studios in the building and began writing. She wrote lyrics as she played various chords on the piano. She worked for hours on end until the sun began to rise again. She hadn’t eaten or slept, but she believed she had written one of her favorite songs yet.

Once she had finished writing the song, she noticed it was 5 am. Elaine decided to race home quickly to refresh and then come back to the studio to show her boss the song she had just written, to get her boss's input. To say she was nervous was an understatement. As much as she loved her job, she hated having to share her work, for fear it would not be well received. She fears that the songs she works on aren't enough. But she pushed through her doubts, because at the end of the day, if she doesn’t believe in herself, then no one will.

She played the song for her boss, and they loved it. They told her to immediately record a demo of it and send it to the client. With that, she got to work. Stepping into one of the studios, the girl found spencer, the blueberry muffin lover. She immediately raced to him with excitement, telling him about how their boss loved the song she had written and wanted her to record a demo for it and send it to her favorite artist.

“That’s amazing! I’m not surprised honestly, you’re an amazing songwriter and musician. It was only a matter of time before your talent was recognized.” he smiled softly at her.

With the help of a producer, she recorded the demo and had it sent to the client, who absolutely loved it and wanted it to be the first single off their new album. Elaine was ecstatic because not only did she love it, but so did her boss and her favorite artist. Soon after, the client came to the recording studio in the building and started recording the song with the help of the girl and a few producers.

Once they had finished recording the song, the client stood there in silence. Elaine felt like she was melting in that studio, full of people she respects and admires. What of it turned out that they didn’t like the song anymore? That they didn’t want it anymore? What if they wanted someone else to write a song for them?

Finally, the client spoke, looking right at Elaine “You know, I don’t think I’m doing this song justice. I think you should record it, properly, and release it under your name. You’ve got an amazing voice and incredible song writing skills. I don’t think it’s fair of me to take this song from you.”

Elaine thought she was being messed with but after a few moments, realized that the client was being serious. It took a bit of convincing, but Elaine agreed to releasing this song under her own name. Of course she was shitting bricks at the thought of putting herself out there as a singer, but it was something she was excited for. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was on the right path.

Leading up to the release of her first single, there were countless meetings and dinners with important people. People who had power in the music industry. So many contracts that had to be signed. She began to doubt whether it was something she was worthy of. All these people were taking a big risk in working with her. What if she turned out to be a waste of time, money, and effort.

One specific day, while she worked with lawyers and managers on getting her new career started, she stepped out of her office building to take a breather and gather her thoughts. But, as she does, she sees him, Zeke. He’s standing there with his big brown eyes looking directly at her. They stood there staring at each other, 8 feet apart, not saying a word.

After what seems like hours, he walks to her, not breaking eye contact. Her heart starts racing, wondering why he’s here, why he’s walking towards her. As soon as they are in arm's reach of each other, he hands her an envelope. She reluctantly takes it from his hand and sees her name written on the front, in beautiful cursive.

“It’s an invitation… to my wedding. It’s in a few months and I want you there. I know I kinda left abruptly and you’re probably pissed at me, but I hope between now and the wedding, we can reconnect and be happy for eachother. I mean I’m engaged now and you’re obviously seeing someone.”

She’s taken back by this comment, why does he think I’m seeing someone?

He sees the confusion on her face “At the coffee shop, you ordered two drinks and two pastries. I assumed that you were getting it for your partner.”

When he says this she thinks shit but she also thinks, since he’s moved on, she should pretend that she has too.

She tells him “Yeah, I’m seeing someone. I met him here at work a couple years ago.”

“Great, I’m glad we could both move on and be happy for eachother. I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat or a coffee sometime. We can catch up and reconnect?”

She agreed. She was curious as to why he left that day. It had been in the back of her mind for the past 2 years. Why not take this chance to find out? They set a time and date to meet and then said their goodbyes to each other.

For the next week, Elaine worked and worked, trying to get her new life in order. She made her way to the coffee shop they had agreed to meet at. As soon as she walked in, she saw him sitting at a table in the corner. He smiled and waved her over. She walked over and sat down, noticing that he had already ordered for the both of them. In front of her, on the table, sat her favorite drink, but it was hot. She hated hot drinks. Even when it was freezing outside, she always ordered cold drinks. A pastry sat next to the drink, it was a pastry that she’d never tried.

“I remember these were your favorites. I’m not sure if they still are but hopefully you still like them.”

“Yeah, thanks” she says with a smile. She hated that she still loved him, after all this time. Even after he got her coffee order wrong and claimed it was her favorite.

They sat there in silence wondering what to talk about.

“So uh, how have you been since… you know” Zeke says, giving her a toothy smile.

“Since you left me out of the blue? Yeah I’m doing pretty good” she says with a laugh

He lets out a chuckle

“I’ve got a new job, new apartment, new partner. I’m doing great. How about you?”

“Yeah, I’ve been good. I got a big promotion, new house, and I’m getting married to an amazing woman.”

When he says this, she feels her heart sink into her stomach.

“Tell me about her.” she says

“Well, she is a nurse. During her free time, she volunteers at an animal shelter. She’s constantly bringing home stray animals as well, hoping she can find them new homes. One of the things I love about her. She uh, she also loves painting. She’s constantly painting something new. We have about 20 of her paintings around the house.” he says with a smile on his face. “Tell me about your guy. What’s he like?”

Elaine panics as he says this. She doesn’t have a guy. So she thinks of someone she could describe, spencer.

As she begins speaking, she smiles “Um, well, he’s a songwriter. We met at work when he was asked to write a song and he needed some help. We sort of hit it off from there. He plays the guitar like it's no one's business. But he can play so many other instruments like the bass, drums, piano, and quite surprisingly, the banjo.” She laughs when she says this, thinking about how absurd it is that spencer can play the banjo. Not only can he play it, but he plays it so well, he might as well be a professional banjo player, if that’s even a thing.

Elaine continues “He loves getting up early in the morning and going to watch the sunrise. And he loves cooking. He makes the best pesto pasta. You should come over one day and try it.”

“I’d love to. We should all get together one day and have dinner. My fiance and I and you and your mate.”

“Yeah, just let me know when you two are free. spencer and I usually only busy during the day.”

“I’ll check with my fiance but yeah, I’ll let you know. What else have you been up to? Any gossip going around that you can share? I’m sure there’s a ton with the amount of celebrities you work with.”

She hates that he’s asking her this. She told him everyday that she did not feel comfortable sharing anything she heard at work, as it was not any of her business and she wouldn’t weather business being aired out either.

“Not so much gossip that I can share but, I am currently in the process of releasing a song.”

“Really?” he asks in a doubtful tone. “That’s… amazing! I know how much you wanted to be a big song writer, and now you’re gonna be a big star.”

“I’m not so sure about being a big star.”

“Oh no, believe me, you are gonna go on to play in stadiums and sell out tours, and win awards. Trust me, I know you, and I know how talented and hard working you are. You’re gonna be the biggest star anyones ever seen." His tone makes him seem like he’s being sarcastic.

She feels her cheeks turn red, not from flattery, but from anger. He never once said he believed in her. Never once stated that she was talented. Always changing conversation topics when she would bring up her work.

“Thank you. I’m really excited for this next step in my life.”

“Yeah, no problem. I’m glad we saw each other that day, and that we can talk now. And again, I’m sorry for leaving abruptly all those years ago. I’m not sure what exactly happened but, I’m sorry. I really am” he says. But she doesn’t believe him. She doesn’t think he’s actually sorry for his actions.

“It’s okay. Things happen. People change and there’s nothing we can do about it. Listen, it’s getting late and I should get going, but let me know when we can all sit down and have dinner.”

“Yeah of course, take care.”

They stand up and hug before leaving. As soon as they touch, she remembered what it felt like to be with him. She sank into his arms immediately, not wanting to let go. She hoped that time would freeze. That she could be his for even another minute. Maybe there’s a chance he could love her again. Maybe she could be enough this time. But eventually, they did part. They walked out of the shop together and then went different directions.

As soon as she got home, she panicked thinking I gotta talk to “my guy”. She picks up her phone and texts spencer, asking him to meet her in front of her apartment building in an hour. He fortunately agrees without questioning it.

An hour later, they meet at the front of her apartment building.

“Hey, What’s up? Are you okay? Why’d you need to meet so soon?” he says while walking up to her, worry was sketched into his face.

“Well you see, I may or may not have bumped into my ex who is now engaged and then talked to him and now he thinks that I’m also seeing someone when I’m not because I need him to think that I have moved on because he moved on and he invited me to his wedding and he needs to think I’ve moved on and that I’m happy.”

“I-. Seems like you’ve gotten yourself in quite the predicament.” he lets out a small laugh. “But why do you need me, specifically?”

“I need you to pretend that we’ve been dating for like a year and maybe, possibly, pretty please, be my date to their wedding.”

“Oh.” he laughs “I mean, sure. I’m down to help you out. Let me know what our story is so that I can get into character” he jokes

“Really? Are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know this is a weird request and stuff.” She's beginning to regret her decisions and panics a bit.

“Yeah. I’m totally down. It actually sounds kind of fun, almost like I’m crashing a wedding but I'm not. I also sort of owe you for all the help at work. I wouldn’t have been able to get some of those projects done so quickly without you.”

“Oh, yeah that was no problem. But are you really sure you’re okay with helping me with this?”

“Most definitely. Text me the details when you can. We can begin scheming.” he tells her as he begins to walk away.

She tells him “Alright. Thanks spencer, I really appreciate it.”

As he turned around, Elaine swore she saw his eyes twinkle.

She goes back to her apartment and takes a breath and wonders what the hell did I get myself into.

A month has passed and it’s time for all four of them to have dinner together. They all meet at Elaine's apartment. Since Elainel has been working every hour of every day, her “partner” arrives at her apartment ahead of time so that he can prepare dinner for everyone.

Zeke and his fiance, Kayla, arrive and they all gather around the table and begin to eat. They all make small talk with each other, starting with whatever is on the news. As time went on, they all began to feel comfortable enough around each other to talk about what’s happening in their lives and how everyone knows each other. As far as Kayla knows, Zeke and Elaine were friends a few years back til work got in the way and they lost touch.

Throughout the whole dinner, Zeke tries to steal glances at the girl but she doesn’t give in. He tries grazing her leg with his foot but she ignores it. She doesn’t understand why he’s doing this. He’s happily engaged with a new job and new house.

spencer soon notices how uncomfortable Elaine is and tries his best to subtly reassure her. He pulls her chair a little closer to himself, not realizing that he’s just saved her from having the man touch her leg again. He asks her if she’s okay and she tells him she’s fine, giving him a smile that he can see right through.

They all talk and laugh all night until it’s time for Zeke and Kayla to go home. The couple say their goodbyes and leave.

spencer stays back and helps Elaine clean.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks her.

“Yeah, I just- It was just weird, the whole dinner thing.” she tries to brush him off. But he doesn’t let up.

“Don’t lie to me. I could see how visibly uncomfortable you were. Was he doing something to make you uncomfortable?”

“No, he didn’t do anything. Please just drop it. It’s been a long night.” she says, feeling exhausted.

“Fine. But this conversation isn’t over yet.” he says as he begins to walk out.

“Thanks.” she calls out to him before he can walk out the door. “For helping me and for cooking dinner tonight. I really appreciate it. The pesto was really good. And thanks for checking up on me, you didn’t need to.” she tries to put on a smile for him. But he can’t help but see right through it, and knows right now isn’t the time to push her to talk yet.

He simply nods and tells her “It was no problem. I’m always here if you need anything.” He smiles at her as he walks out the door. Telling her goodnight and that he’d see her the next day.

A few hours later, Elaine is in her apartment, getting ready for bed when all of a sudden, there’s a knock at her door. She walks to the door to see who could possibly be knocking at her door so late at night. She opens it to see Zeke. She wasn’t sure what to do. Not only did she feel exhausted, but she also wanted to know what was going through his head, why was he here?

She tells him to come in and asks him why he’s back at her apartment, especially so late at night.

He looks at her and just says “I love you. I never stopped loving you. I’ve loved you since the first night I met you. I never stopped loving you.”

She’s confused and angry. He left her, out of the blue, and immediately got into another relationship. He made her feel small and foolish. He made her feel unlovable. Unworthy.

She looks him in the eyes and asks “Then why did you leave?”

He holds her stare and says “Because I was an idiot. I didn’t know what I wanted.”

“You didn’t know what you wanted? Really? That’s your answer?”

“Well it’s not like it’s entirely my fault that our relationship ended the way it did. I mean, you had as much of a role in our demise as I did.”

“Excuse me?” She can’t believe him and his audacity “Tell me, what the fuck did I do that made our relationship end? Please, tell me. Go on then.”

“Well I mean, for starters, you were always talking about yourself. You know what, no, you just were always talking. Nonstop. It’s like you couldn’t stand the fucking silence or letting someone else talk. Like who cares if you saw a rat on the subway. It’s New York City for fucks sake. That shit happens everyday.”

“What else?” she asked, trying to keep the tears from falling.

“You are always so full of yourself. You really think you’re talented? You really think you can amount to something? You write songs. Woo fucking hoo, congratulations. Millions of people can do that, it doesn’t make you special. Just because you got given this new career, doesn’t mean shit. Talentless people make and release music all the time. It doesn’t mean shit. When are you gonna realize that you don’t matter. That people aren’t going to love you like I do.”

“Stop spewing that shit at me. You have no right to say that.”

“No, I have every right considering I wasted so many years on you.”

Eventually, she lost it. Tears were streaming down her face and she stopped holding back.

“I was a fool for loving you and thinking you loved me too. I did everything for you. Everything I did was all for you. But it didn’t mean shit to you. You kept me waiting for your love for years. And I acted like it was fine, like I was fine. I thought maybe someday you’d come around and that it would be something we laughed about when we were older. But I finally learned my lesson. I was naive and foolish to think you could ever love anyone but yourself.”

“Stop with the theatrics for god's sake. All you needed to do when we were together was give me space and be chill and hold your fucking tongue. I’m trying to give you a chance with me again. Just take me back and we can pretend this never happened. You can have a purpose in life again.”

She stares at him not knowing that to say or do. She can’t believe the audacity of this man to come into her home and say that shit. She can’t believe that at one point in time, she loved him.

“Go.” she tells him.

“What the fuck are you saying.”

“Go, get out. Get out of my fucking apartment, I never want to see you again.” Elaine said as she pointed towards the door.

He looked at her in disbelief “I walk out that door, then this is over for good.” He gestured between them, “You won’t get another chance.”

“Leave.”

“Fine, just remember that you did this to yourself. Have fun spending the rest of your life alone and unsuccessful.”

He walks out of the apartment and she slams the door shut.

The girl had a lot of regrets in her life. But her biggest regret was him. She regretted putting him on such a pedestal. For treating him like he was the sun. For years, she watched him as he tolerated her. She was a fool for him. She waited patiently, but she was never enough for him.

Her first single made it to the top 10 on the charts. Her schedule was booked full with interviews from various magazines and entertainment channels. Everyone kept asking her “When’s the album coming out?” “Who's the song about?” “Is there a potential love interest in your life right now?” “This man claims the song was written about him, is it true?”. Millions of questions, some that she refused to answer.

Her first few months of fame were chaotic to say the least. The only time she felt at peace and like she could be herself was when she was in the studio where she first wrote the song. Oftentimes, she would sit in that studio and just sit in silence, savoring the calm. As she’s about to close her eyes and take a little nap, she hears a knock on the door. She calls out to the person behind the door stating that they could come in. The door opens and she sees it’s her “partner”. She smiles as spencer walks in, taking a seat next to her.

“So, how’s fame treating you?”

“It’s pretty tiring if I’m honest.” she laughs

“It looks tiring.” he laughs with her. “Why are you here alone? Shouldn’t you be mingling with the big names right now? You know, out partying and stuff.”

“Not my kind of thing. How are things with you? What have you been up to?”

“Just the same old stuff. The only difference is that my projects are getting out slower now that my writing partner is big and famous.” he says jokingly

“Writing partner? Really? Since when did I get promoted to your “writing partner”?”

“I’m only joking. But yeah, it’s not the same around here without you.” he smiles softly at her “I never got to check up on you after that dinner. Are you okay?”

“Well I mean, I’m as okay as I can be. No one really teaches you what to do when a “good man” hurts you, so.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that. He seems like an ass. ”

“You only met him once.” she stated, letting out a small laugh. She continues “Yeah, you know what’s crazy? He came back to my apartment a few hours after dinner.”

“Why? What did he want?”

“He just asked for me to take him back, and when I said no, he told me it wasn’t just his fault that we ended the way we did. He said it was also my fault. He also said some other fucked up shit but, it doesn’t matter. He was right.”

“Whatever he said, that night, don’t believe him. You guys ended because he’s a dick, not because of anything you did.”

“You don’t know what happened.”

“No, I don’t. But I do know you. I know you Elaine. You are a talented songwriter. You are someone who never gives up. Someone who will put others before herself. Someone who is unstoppable. Someone who loves unconditionally and is also unconditionally loved. Someone who remembers everyone's favorite order at the coffee shop so that no one feels left out. You are worthy of all the good in the world. I know who you are. ”

She looks at him. Wondering if she really is worth it.

But she simply replies “Thank you.”

When she’s left with her own thoughts, Elaine starts to wonder, would she be able to sail through the changing ocean tides? Maybe. Would she be able to handle the seasons of her life? Maybe.

All she knows is that she’ll always believe in herself. Believe that there are people who love her. That support her. That appreciate her. That see her, for who she truly is.

Maybe one day.

[j0hnj4ej3n]

nct dream getting their backs scratched

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of food and implied insomnia 

Notes: hi everyone! i finally have some time to work on requests~ this has been requested for so long i am so sorry for putting it off for so long but i hope you all enjoy reading this one! i have a couple more wips in my drafts that i will post in the following days/weeks so do look out for that! feel free to send in requests too, i will try to write as many of them as possible over my summer break! i hope yall like this one and take care everyone <3

𔘓Mark:

The two of you are cuddling on the couch while watching Spider-man (again, because Mark’s favourite spidey is Tobey’s). Mark is lying on top of you, his head is resting on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair and you can feel him physically melt and relax on top of you. You decide to sooth your hand down to his shoulders, then his back, running your hand lightly up and down. Mark squirms a little but you don’t think much of it. But when you start to gently scratch Mark’s back, like you do with his hair he lets out something close to a yelp and shoots up. “WHAT? What? Are you okay?” you asked, shocked by his reaction. Mark only lets out a giggle, “Sorry, that really tickled…I TRIED to hold it in but it’s so ticklish babe”. You hit his shoulder playfully, jokingly scolding him for scaring you. After the two of you calm down, you stretch out your arms for Mark to return into your embrace. Instead, you feel his strong arm under your lower back, pulling you close and flipping the two of you over. Now you’re the one who’s relaxed on top of him as he traces random shapes against your bare waist.

𔘓Renjun:

“ARRGH!”, you hear your boyfriend groan in frustration from beside you. “What are you doing?” you ask as you try to hold back your laughter, watching Renjun twist and contort his arm trying to scratch an itch on his back. “Pass me the remote, my back is so itchy it’s killing me”, he stuck out his hand in annoyance. All you can do is chuckle because how is he still so cute with that frown on his face? And why use the remote when you’re right here? So instead of handing him the remote, you gently turn him around so you’re facing his back. “Where does it itch?” “Near my spine, I can’t reach it” “Here?” “Lower” “Where? Here?” “Lower, to the left” “Okay” “Love, i said LEFT!” And when you finally hit the bull's eye, Renjun breathes out a sigh of relief. His shoulders hunched, just enjoying the way your fingers run across the portion of his back he has been failing to reach. “Thanks love, you’re the best”.

𔘓Jeno:

Jeno just got home from training and is currently devouring his burger in front of you. He was never a messy eater but you guess training was tough today because this boy has sauce all over his fingers and didn’t even stop to clean like he usually would. You’re sitting in front of him at the dining table, stealing some of his fries when he slows down his chewing and starts rubbing his back against the backrest of the chair. You look at him trying to figure out what he was doing when his doe eyes look back at you, troubled. “Baby, can you help me with something?” Jeno asks with one side of his cheek stuffed. You nod as you pop another fry into your mouth, “My back really itches but…” and with that Jeno raises his hands up slightly, showing you the reason he can’t relieve his itch right now. So you immediately get up and walk over to his side of the table and help him with his itch.

𔘓Haechan:

Haechan has been rambling since he got out of the shower about how exhausted he was from going hiking with the boys. “I swear I am never going again, why can’t we walk on straight, smooth pavements like normal people?” He puffs as he aggressively dries his hair with the towel. “ALSO! There are so many bugs… I have bites everywhere, even on my back! Can you believe it?” “Alright alright, babe calm down.” “Calm down? I-” “Enough, come here”. You said, patting the spot in front of you on the bed. Once he settles in front of you, a little wary of what you’re up to, you start to run your nails across his back gently. Haechan’s tense shoulders begin to relax and you hear his breath start to slow down as compared to his agitated puffs from before. “Better?” “Yes, better… I’m still never going hiking again” You laugh at his stubborn front, knowing damn well he’d still do it if the boys really wanted to hike again because even though he’d complain the whole way, Haechan would do anything if it means his friends would be happy.

𔘓Jaemin:

“Honey? Can you do that thing you did last night?” You quirk an eyebrow, thinking back to figure out what Jaemin was talking about. “The thing with your nails,” he continues, getting comfortable under the covers. “Oh, you mean when I scratched your back?” You asked. “Was that considered a back scratch though? You were so gentle”. You smile down at him, even barefaced Jaemin doesn’t fail to mesmerise you. “I guess? But it feels nice huh?” You asked as you shimmied to join him under the covers, reaching an arm over him to lightly run your nails along his clothed back. He only hums in reply, nuzzling his face into your cheek. You scratch his back in comfortable silence and from Jaemin’s slow breathing, you thought he had already fallen asleep but you don’t stop scratching his back just in case. Suddenly, Jaemin pulls your hand away softly, pulling it close to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Okay, now your turn”, as he reaches over you, draping his arm over your torso to return the favour.

𔘓Chenle:

“Okay sorry, please help me”, Chenle begs while laughing, pulling your arm to keep you from walking away. “You won’t stop moving, how am I supposed to help you!” You retorted, trying to pull your arm away. “Nooo, please please! I’ll try to hold it this time, it’s SO ITCHY!” You laugh as you warn Chenle again to stop squirming before you kneel behind him to scratch a spot on his back he can’t reach. “AH STOP! I can’t!” Chenle screams and gets up, you look up at him dumbfounded. “I haven’t even touched you!” “I can feel your hand lingering! Don’t linger, it tickles…” Chenle whines. You let out the deepest sigh and Chenle laughs at your expression. “Forget it, you deal with it yourself. I don’t care anymore”, you said as you got up to go back to your shared room as Chenle chased you from behind still laughing.

𔘓Jisung: 

Jisung has been having trouble sleeping well recently, always waking up in the middle of the night and struggling to go back to sleep. Tonight is no different, you turn over to cold sheets and you get up to look for Jisung. He’s sitting on the sofa, listening to music softly playing on his phone. “Can’t go back to sleep?” “Sorry, baby… did I wake you?” You shake your head and join him on the sofa. The two of you naturally fall into each other’s arms, with Jisung lying on top of you, your legs intertwined. You’re still sleepy, your eyelids getting heavier. But Jisung’s eyes are still blinking attentively, staring at the ticking clock on your wall. “Close your eyes… won’t sleep till you do…” You whisper to him. “It’s okay baby, just sleep, I’ll fall asleep eventually”. You gently drag your hand over his eyes, feeling his eyelashes flutter against your palm, his eyes closing. With your free hand, you lightly scratch his back, moving up and down at a slow pace. “Feels nice…” Jisung mumbles against your neck and you move your hand that was covering his eyes to pat his head. You don’t know who ended up falling asleep first, but the two of you didn’t get up till the afternoon sun was shining through the balcony door the next day.

[robynstumpytail]

Weblena Week 2024 Day 7: Free Day - Remix Day

hey yall! last minute entry to weblena week! ive been having a lot of fun keeping up with it, so heres an excerpt from a weblena fanfic ive been working on abt lena's mental health and growth through the series for the free day. this is the last part, the most explicitly shippy, taking place after the end of the series. its my first time publishing my own fanfic, so i hope u like it!!

The fire crackled. Lena sat on her couch across from it, watching it flicker back and forth. It was the only light in the room. It had been years since she last saw Magica, longer since the worst of her control. Still, old habits die hard. Every time Lena thought she saw movement in the shadows, red eyes flickering in the dark, she reflexively checked to make sure she was alone. She always was, but still. She took a sip of her hot chocolate and sank deeper into the sofa.

Her ears pricked at the sound of the door unlocking, then the door opening. “Lena! I’m home!” Webby’s voice called, one room away.

“I’m in here!” she called back, not taking her vision away from the flame. Only when she saw a flash of movement did she look. This time, it was Webby, standing in the doorway. Despite the shadows, Lena could still make out her furrowed brows, the concern in her eyes.

“Everything alright?” she said, sitting down next to Lena. Lena waited for Webby to notice the mug on the coffee table and take a sip as she gathered her thoughts.

“Yeah, just thinking,” Lena said. She paused as Webby wrapped her arms around her in a cuddle. Of course, Lena reciprocated, giving Webby a kiss on the top of her head before continuing. “I started imagining what would happen if you and I hadn’t met. I don’t even remember what triggered it. Something stupid, like maybe an online quiz. But then I just got stuck in there, thinking about how long I would’ve been with Magica and how she would’ve hurt me. It started feeling more and more real, like you were actually gone. So…” she trailed off, motioning with her mug to the fireplace. Webby knew about the ways in which they grounded her; she didn’t need an explanation.

Webby started rubbing Lena’s arm. “Okay. First off, you know that you can call me about this stuff any time, right?”

“Sure,” Lena said. “But you were coming home soon enough. Plus, I called Violet when it started. She helped.”

“Oh, awesome! Second,” she said, drawing back enough to look Lena in the eye. She hoped that her tear stains weren’t obvious, “That’s never going to happen. I’m right here, and I always will be.”

“I know,” Lena said. She squeezed Webby tighter, trying to commit it to memory. Webby’s here, Webby’s here, Webby’s here. They sat like that for a minute before Lena couldn’t resist chiming in, “Unless you find an artifact that changes the past or something.”

“Lena,” Webby groaned. “That’s not the point.”

Lena knew Webby was right. Lena also knew that she was right. “Which one is it?”

Webby paused for a minute, clearly fighting something her instincts. “...The Wall Flower of Bielefeld, but still!” Lena laughed, and Webby quickly joined in. She quickly got serious again. “Even if that does happen, I’ll find you again. I always will.”

Lena got choked up and started to feel her eyes water as she pressed into Webby’s shoulder. “I love you, Webby,” she said.

“I love you too, Lena,” she responded. They sat like that for who knows how long. Lena wasn’t counting. All that mattered was that she was with Webby. Passionate, lovable, caring, genuine Webby. She was safe.

After however much time had passed, she asked Webby, “So how was your adventure with the triplets?”

“Oooh! It was awesome! First of all, they love the bracelets you made! Second, Dewey has gotten way better at flying. He only crashed…” As Webby kept talking and Lena started to drift asleep, comfortable in her arms, she saw red flash out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t bother checking if it was Magica. It didn’t matter. Only this moment, right now, mattered.

[mintys-musings]

Tsumugi Aoba x GN!Producer!Reader - Afterparty

MUGI DAY MUGI DAY MUGI DAY 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 im nothing but a hole for him Anyway- Enjoy Tsumugi Aoba Simp Nation! This is what I’ve brought to the potluck to eat 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 have yall heard that audio of his VA doin some asmr with one of those mics that make it sound like he’s right in your ear and he kisses you and stuff i- *minty has been forcibly removed from this post*

summary: All work and no play makes the two hardest workers at NewDi dull people. Treat yourself a little, why don’t you? tags: mildly drunk sex, top!Tsumugi, bottom!reader, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, lil bit of size kink i think- word count: 1668

NSFW under cut~

You could barely see Tsumugi in the dim light. Every now and then, the flashing lights would shine bright enough from around the wall so you could see his equally sweaty, blushing face. You both had quite a bit to drink already. A celebration for a job well done. 

A successful tour had taken place for NewDi’s biggest stars. You were so proud of everyone who was involved, but you were most proud of the most magical unit of all. The unit you mainly produced for, obviously. Switch did amazing as ever— and after seeing Sora get home safely, you, Natsume, and Tsumugi attended an afterparty with all of the crew. All organized by Anzu and yourself, of course. The perks of the P-Association was having contacts all around that knew where to get whatever the hell was needed for anything. Wild parties included. Natsume was whisked away to god knows where as soon as he stepped in, leaving you and Tsumugi stuck together to drink. And now-

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” Tsumugi’s hair stuck to his forehead slightly as he planted open mouthed kisses down your neck. “All those late nights planning in the office-”

He let out a soft groan as you palmed at the bulge in his pants. Shit- He felt big- 

“You should’ve just taken me then.”

Your voice could barely be heard over the music. The thud of the bass could be felt against the wall you were pushed up against. Anyone could come around the corner and spot you two. But the thrill of it all made your blood rush.

He looked at you with that sweet, serene expression of his, pressing two fingers to your lips. “Open for me?” His voice was too kind. You complied right away.

At handshake events, you’d always heard fans gush about his hands. And you never really got why until now—

His fingers pressed against your tongue and you took the liberty of licking and softly suckling on the digits. You stared at him through your eyelashes and you don’t think you’ve ever seen this man so entranced by anything. That includes Natsume’s own magic. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth once they were well coated in spit and leaned in to give you a languid kiss.

Tsumugi’s hand dipped into your trousers and passed the waistband of your underwear— his other hand working to fully take those bits of clothing off.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers glide over your sex, collecting any fluid that had gathered from the ungodly amount of arousal you were feeling right now. In contrast to the kiss, his hand was relentless, prodding at your hole. His movements had a bit of clumsiness that you would expect of the man, but he knew what to do all the same.

When he pulled back from the kiss, his glasses were askew and you were both panting from all the movement. He looked at you with a kind smile as he pushed one of your legs up by the back of your knee.

Your own hands were fumbling with his belt as he pushed two fingers into you slowly.

“You look so good right now…” He muttered. You almost didn’t hear him over the music.

His tongue glides over your neck, sucking hickeys into your skin with a groan as you finally push down his pants and underwear enough to let his cock spring free.

Both of you worked in tandem to get each other off. Your hand stroked him at the same pace as he was fingering your hole. His tip was leaking bead after bead of precum that you slathered up and down his dick to act as lube as you sped up. 

The way Tsumugi whimpered and moaned right into your ear was addicting. Every now and then he would moan your name and his head would drop to your shoulder. You could feel him twitching and throbbing as he humped eagerly into your hand.

You couldn’t entirely tell if he felt like he prepped you enough, or he was just too horny to make the foreplay last longer. Either way, you whined as his fingers pulled out of you. Tsumugi hoisted you up by the back of your thighs, squeezing your ass and making you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You see that, Producer?” He grinned. His voice was ragged with desire and lust as he prodded the spot just above where the tip of his dick rested against your lower half. “That’s how deep I’ll be inside you~” 

Even now, he maintained his usual mild mannered expression.

“If you want it inside, that is~!”

You looked at him like he was crazy. “Tsumugi… Please.” You begged. “Please please please~”

He chuckled and softly kissed you. “I’m just teasing.”

Both of you let out loud moans that were just barely covered up by the chatter and cheers at the party. Was someone making a toast? Hard to say when you were too busy focusing on the thick cock splitting you in two.

“Such a perfect little hole.” He breathed out. “You’re so tight… You’re practically sucking me in.”

You two were panting like crazy by the time he bottomed out inside you. Your head tipped back to rest against the wall. His hands massaged your thighs to try and get you to relax further. Your warm walls held him snuggly as he slowly pulled out inch by inch, the drag of his cock making you gasp.

Both of you had half a mind to realize a hush fell over the party. Someone was speaking to the crowd. Arashi was thanking everyone for their work, but that didn’t matter too much in your situation. All you knew was that it meant you and Tsumugi had to quiet down.

All too horny, Tsumugi started to shallowly thrust in and out of you. Your mouth was agape in a silent moan as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

“Tsumugi~” You whined softly.

He bit back a groan hearing you sound so sweet for him. His movements sped up just a little. The slow burn of desire is hot inside of him. A shameful thought came to him at that moment as he watched you grip at his shoulders and bite your lip to keep the noises down.

What if someone caught the two of you?

The thought was humiliating, but there was a carnal desire to show you off like this. To let others look, but not touch. To let others see how wonderful you looked under him. Tsumugi was not one for exhibition, but the thought was just so arousing he started to push your buttons to get you louder.

You were being fucked up the wall as Tsumugi’s thrust deep into you. Not at all fast, but good fucking god he was deep inside you. Your eyes rolled upward as you covered your mouth. You didn’t think anyone was close enough to hear, but the sound of his hips rolling into yours as his cock dug into your hole was getting to you.

Arashi’s voice rang over the speakers.

“We aren’t sure where the Deputy Director or Switch’s Producer is at the moment, but without them we wouldn’t have been able to pull off such an amazing-”

You two didn’t care to listen. The moment thanks were wrapped up and the cheering and music started again, Tsumugi’s grip on your thighs tightened.

His dick was practically pistoning in and out of you as you scrambled to hold onto him. You buried your face into the crook of Tsumugi’s neck as he fucked you mercilessly. The music blaring covered both of your noises from everyone except each other. His guttural moans and curses flowed into your ear. Your mind was going numb with how he sounded- how he felt inside of you- nothing else. Just you and Tsumugi.

You moan out his name, tears springing to your eyes with one particularly hard thrust. “Fuck! Tsumugi~!” You practically wailed.

He immediately got the hint and kept at that same pace. The tip of his cock pounded into your walls over and over- Each and every time hitting where you were most sensitive. The feeling was downright euphoric as each thrust earned him a higher pitched moan from you.

Tsumugi leaned in for a brief sloppy kiss before resting his forehead against yours. His eyes stared into yours, full of desire. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

Your mouth hung open for a few seconds, nothing leaving except moans of pleasure as one of his hands played with your sex. His fingers less clumsy now as every rubbing motion had a purpose to bring you closer and closer to orgasm.

“F-Feels so good, Tsumugi~” It took all your brain power to formulate that sentence.

He felt you tighten up considerably around him and he cursed. Your walls felt so good. So warm… “S-s-sho fucking— Gah~!”

Tsumugi wrapped his arms around your waist. To hell with rhythm— he humped at you like a damn dog as he reached his end. His words were starting to slur from the overwhelming amount of pleasure, but he grunted and mumbled praises in your ear. He told you just how much he wanted this, all the fantasies he’s had about you. He was drooling onto your shoulder as he fucked you like his life depended on it. You were going insane hearing it all, feeling your own climax approaching.

With a whiny moan, he buried himself deep inside you. Hot bursts of cum filled your insides, causing you to orgasm just from the feeling. Your toes curled and you clung to Tsumugi as you tried to calm down. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear to help you, keeping himself inside as he felt himself soften up.

Certainly. This was a great reward for a job well done.

[mal-urameshi]

Girl same but anywayyy a shuriri story about them being stuck inside wherever (idk you pick) bc of a stormmmm

Thanks for coming in clutch, Mey!

You guys know I’m here to spread the Mama Okoye and Daughter Riri doctrine. So yall still gonna be indoctrinated.

“Shuri, that storm’s looking pretty bad out there.” Riri paced and fidgeted as she observed the tempest that was waging war on the landscape down below. They were presently the only ones at the Wakandan Design Group as everyone else opted to go home earlier in the evening.

“Don’t worry, Riri, why are you so antsy all of a sudden?” Shuri threw Riri a glance before re-focusing on upgrading the programming of GRIOT’s interface.

“I’m just saying I got a bad feeling. I’m getting goosebumps.” 

“You know what you need?”

“To get back home? I should get back home. Mama’s probably worried about me.”

“No, to preoccupy your mind! Why don’t you give your suit some attention? Ever since you saw a bit of lightning you refused to move away from that window.” Shuri’s fingers danced across the holographic keyboard as she gestured to the abandoned parts at Riri’s workspace. 

Riri sighed through her nose. She could have always went back to her village, it wasn’t like she was being held captive. But she didn’t want to leave Shuri by herself. It’s not like the older girl would have minded, but she’d consider herself a shit friend just leaving Shuri by herself while she sassed the circuits out of her AI.

Riri walked over to her work area and picked up her previously abandoned blowtorch just when an ominous clap of thunder boomed across the atmosphere, and with it, the lights were snuffed.

Riri lost her grip on the torch with a loud clang as her panicked scream filled the lab.

“Riri, Riri! Calm down. The power will turn back on!” Shuri tried to placate as Riri hyperventilated against the darkness. 

Three beats of silence passed.

“Where the hell are the lights Suri! Where are you?!” Shuri heard Riri’s panicked steps run about the lab as she crashed into the tables and equipment.

“Riri, relax. Where are you? I’m coming to you.” Shuri navigated herself around the darkness.

“I-I’m over here!” Shuri held out her arms to feel around for the shorter girl, but didn’t feel her presence. That was, until her feet hit something.

“Ow!” Riri grumbled.

Shuri kneeled down and felt around Riri’s form, which had been curled up into a ball. Shuri planted herself next to Riri and wrapped an arm around her.

Another deafening clap of thunder assaulted their ears which had Riri shrieking again, “It’s okay Riri. I’m here. I’m here.”

Riri covered her face as her breathing continued to be labored. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s just thunder. It’s just thunder!

“Why isn’t the p-power back on Shuri!” Riri dug her blunt fingernails into Shuri’s arms to try to ground herself. 

Shuri shifted closer to Riri as she tried tapping on her kimoyo beads.

“Now, let there be light.” 

A flash of lightning illuminated the lab before it was consumed by darkness once more.

“Shuri, why the hell isn’t the power on! There aren’t supposed to be power outages!” Riri rocked herself to soothe her anxiety.

Shuri fiddled with her beads to try to get to the bottom of it before they lost their power as well, “Oh, Bast.”

Riri tampered with her own beads to see if they’d respond, but to no use, “Shit! Are we under attack or some shit?! Some sort of…I dunno cyberwarfare or something?”

“Riri, calm down. No, you know that nobody could hack our systems. I’m hypothesizing that this is most probably no ordinary storm. It is perhaps an interference of Cosmic Forces.”

“Like them, Avengers fights? Or X-Men or something?”

Shuri nodded, but remembered Riri couldn’t see her, “Precisely.”

Riri took a deep breath, “Okay.”

“I’d go try to find a flashlight, but I don’t think you’d like me to leave your side in this pitch blackness.” Riri’s hands tightening around her arms confirmed her answer.

“I don’t care if it’s just for ten seconds, you’re not leaving me here by myself.” Riri pressed herself impossibly closer to Shuri as the rain tried to force its way by violently pelting itself into the reinforced glass of the lab.

“Fun fact,” Riri started, to try to get her mind at ease, “We aren’t actually in pitch darkness right now. It’s just a reaaalllly dark grey. Called eigengrau.”

 “You’re scared enough to piss your pants but still want to one-up me?” Shuri scoffed teasingly.

“Hey, I’m just correcting you so that you don’t look stupid the next time you’re in ‘pitch darkness’. Be grateful I’m looking out for your ass.”

Another ear-drum-bursting roll of thunder had Riri landing on Shuri’s lap, hiding her face in her neck.

“That shut you up, didn’t it?” Shuri chuckled, waiting for Riri to snap back at her with her own arsenal of sass, but it never came. 

Shuri wrapped her arms around Riri’s now shaking body and gently rubbed her arms in an effort to comfort her.

“I didn’t know your fear of thunder was this bad.”

Riri shifted a bit in Shuri’s hold, “Well, coupled with my fear of the dark, you have a terrified lil kid on your hands.” She took a shuddering breath, ”Sorry for making you see me like this. It’s kind of embarrassing, not gonna lie.”

“I have no idea what you’re apologizing for. I have seen you in objectively more embarrassing situations than this.” Shuri found herself absentmindedly caressing one of Riri’s twists. 

Riri didn’t contest it, she knew it was true. She just felt…bad reacting like this.

“Sorry for screaming and making a scene earlier.”

“You were scared, Riri. You don’t have to apologize. I know you’re feeling uncomfortable and you don’t know what to do with yourself, but it’s perfectly normal. You’re acting like I’m some stranger who is going to judge you for very human reactions.” She pressed her cheek on Riri’s forehead.

Though the rain interrupted the silence, Riri still found that it was too quiet so she started talking, “I was scared of the dark as long as I could remember. I never really liked sleeping alone so I’d bunk with Mama more often than not. Especially when I was younger. But she didn’t mind, of course.”

“Of course Okoye doesn’t mind. She has you spoiled rotten.” 

“What can I say? The luxuries of being an only child.” She grinned.

“Anyway. There was this one time Mama was on a mission with Aunty Aneka, so Aunty Ayo was looking after me by herself. And a particularly bad storm was passing through. I couldn’t sleep. I was balling my eyes out and I was tryna call Mama on my beads but she wasn’t answering. Aunty Ayo tried her best to console me, but nothing was working. I just wanted Ma.”

Riri closed her eyes and took a refreshing breath, “I dunno when I’d fallen asleep that night. But when I woke up, I was in Mama’s arms. We were going home.”

“Aw, that’s really sweet, Riri.”

Riri grinned, “Yea, I remember I started crying and borderline shouting at her though, for not answering her beads when I called. She calmed me down and apologized, saying she was in the middle of Recon. But she made it up to me anyway. She took me out.”

“See? Spoiled. Had I shouted at my mother I would have been lectured about respect. Not taken out for food and snacks. Let’s switch mothers.”

“Ha! And have Queen Mother give me that death stare she gives you everytime I’m up to some bullshit? No way. I was victim to her pinches twice. I dunno how you do it.” She rubbed her arm where she felt the phantom pain.

“I developed a thick skin for it.”

“Lies! Last time she pinched you I saw tears come out of your eyes.”

“You were clearly seeing things! My allergies were acting up.”

“What allergies? See? You always on some bullshit. Just admit you were crying.”

“I don’t cry. My eyes just water involuntarily. It is a medical issue I have to look into.”

“Oh, sure, Miss Head of Research.”

Just then a hum of energy filled the room as the lights came on again.

“All Systems are back online, Shuri.” Griot announced as he booted up again.

“So I guess the Avengers won or something?”

“Pray to Bast they did.” Shuri sighed in relief.

Riri knew that she should get up, but she didn’t feel like it.

“I kind of don’t want to get up either.” Shuri replied.

“Yooo, you can read minds now?” Riri pulled back to look at her.

“No….you just said that you didn’t feel like getting up so I agreed. Even though my legs are numb, I liked you holding me like I’m your lifeline.” She chuckled..

“Are you saying I’m fat?” She went to get up but Shuri pulled her back down.

“I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.” She pressed a kiss to Riri’s cheek.

“Thought so.” Riri smirked as she leaned into Shuri again and activated her beads to see if there was any news about Avengers level threats.

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

I ain't feel too good about this one, but I have to write to oil my gears. Apologies, everyone!!

[norahhhstar]

Picnic

Eren Yeager x black!reader

Synopsis: stressed on school but eren makes everything better

Word count: 1.7k

A/n: I kept getting stuck and almost didn't finish this but I hope yall love it!!

You were studying for your new chemistry test that was in only one day. Now, of course, you were stressed. And at this point, you felt like your head was going to explode with the amount of information you were trying to retain. You were trying to remember so many things yet there was one thing- or person- fresh in your mind... Eren Yeager

You and Eren met back in your senior year of high school. He was kind, yet so cocky but you tolerate it- for some reason. You were new to the school, so he helped you out with finding your classes. You guys hooked up once at a party, it kind of made things awkward, but you still hang out with each other. He was so kind and smart, always helping you with anything you needed... anything

Back to the present, you heard your phone vibrate and you glanced down at the device.

'ren: come outside.

Now, you shouldn’t have smiled the way you did, but you couldn’t deny the feelings that you had for Eren. The scary thing was that you didn't know if he felt the same way, but you hoped he did.

You were going to get up but glanced back at your chemistry work. You knew if you left with Eren you wouldn’t be back home tonight. Lord the way that man loved going out. You looked back at the work once again but decided to close your books and go outside, not forgetting your tote bag.

When you stepped out, Eren was in your driveway. His windows were tinted so you couldn’t see him, but you knew he was in there. You started walking towards the car and Eren stepped out to open the passenger door for you.

“Hey, how have you been”

“Good, thanks” You replied. He simply smiled. He slightly jogged over to the driver's side of the car and got in. “where are we going this time ‘ren”. God how he loved that nickname. “Don’t worry about it” he said. “Just roll up a blunt and relax” he looked over at you with a smirk and you gladly accepted the offer.

He started the car, backed out with one hand-god that did something to you, and he drove off. You had no idea where he was taking you, but you didn't mind. At this point, you guys are passing the rolled blunt back and forth and you're starting to feel the effects.

“I haven't seen you in a while” Eren stated

“Yeah, sorry I've been busy with school”

“Don't worry ‘bout it sweetheart” was this man trying to kill you? You looked at him and God you started thinking some things. But, before you could even process that, Eren pulled up on a small hill and you noticed and nice blanket with a basket on the side

“A picnic Eren? You ‘wanna tell me something?”

“Maybe, but don't flatter yourself”

You guys got out and ate some sweet strawberries, and sandwiches, and drank some juice. It was getting pretty late so you started to pack up to head home.

In the car, Eren rested his hand on your thigh. You didn't want to think too much of it though. That was until he would slightly rub his thumb over your thigh

“…’ c'mon I missed you”

you didn't know how to react, so you simply let him be and stared out the window watching the dancing lights pass by. Yet, you couldn't dismiss the way Eren was rubbing your thigh

You were trying to collect your thoughts until Eren pulled into the driveway.

“I had fun tonight, thanks”

“Yeah, no problem”

you don’t know why, but you both stared at each other for a second longer, like you didn’t want to leave

You opened the car door, ready to go out when you felt Eren grab your wrist to pill you back

“I was so kind today; don't you think I deserve something baby”

You scoffed trying to cover up how you felt since you thought he was joking. You stared at him a little longer and knew he wasn't. You sat back down I'm the car and he slightly leaned over the center console. Your faces were inches away. You should've pulled away, yet you leaned closer until your lips touched. His lips were so soft almost tasting like strawberries.

Now, you don't know if it was because of the weed or your heart but everything felt euphoric. You felt his tongue prodding at your lips, and you let him slip his tongue in. He reached to hold the back of your head, bringing you closer.

“Let's go inside Eren”

He just wanted to have you now, but he still agreed. You both quickly got out of his car and headed into your house. Eren could barely wait until you closed the door to get his hands on you again. He pulled you in from the waist and started kissing you again. He picked you up and started heading towards your room without breaking the kiss. Once in your room, he seated you on the edge of your bed slightly pushing you back so that you would lay down he was gently thought, knowing you just got your hair done and the braids were still tight.

His tongue entered your mouth again while slowly slipping off your shirt. He cupped your breast through your bra circling the nipple. You slightly moaned into his mouth causing him to groan. Everything felt so overwhelming like you were going to explode soon. Eren unclipped your bra and took your left breast in his mouth and used his right hand to massage the other. You whimpered when you felt his tongue circle your nipple causing your back to arch off the bed.

he left your breast and retreated to leaving sloppy kisses along your jaw, neck, and the valley of your breasts.

"Eren please"

"what're you begging for"

you whined. You knew that he knew what you wanted, but Eren loved teasing you to the full extent. " 'C'mon Eren please". You begged for him to do something, yet Eren wanted to hear you say exactly what you wanted. " How am I supposed to know what you want baby?" He continued to kiss your skin.

"I want you to touch me"

"Where," he said with a smirk. You wanted to punch this dude in the face with the way he was frustrating you. So, instead of saying it, you showed him. You took one of his hands in your own and guided it down to your clothed cunt. Eren looked up and you, still smirking. "You that needy baby" he laughed. "Yes, Eren please". He finally decided to give you what you wanted.

He moved his hands to take off your sweatpants making them pool around your ankles. Eren rubbed your clit through your panties while making direct eye contact with you.

"Eren please stop teasing"

" cmon ma lemme take my time with you"

you let out a huff of frustration which made Eren take a breathy laugh. He loved seeing you so vulnerable. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was also getting worked up. He decided to push your panties to the side and use his tongue to lick from your hole to clit. You let out a pornographic moan. Eren continued to suck on your clit while his middle and ring finger were doing work on your hole. You felt the knot in your stomach start to tighten and you needed release badly.

“please ‘ren”

He slipped his fingers out and you were going to complain until you felt him slip his tongue inside your pussy. The moan you let out was so loud you were sure your neighbors heard. That was the final thing you needed to cum. You squeezed your eyes shut and the grip on his hair tightened, you were seeing stars and you didn’t want it to stop. Finally, you calmed down, but you felt Eren pull your panties completely off and he started to slip his shirt off. His abs were so prominent, and you could see his happy trail. You sat up to grab the hem of his sweatpants and pull them down, him helping you in the process. Once his sweatpants were off, he made you lay back down on the bed and he hovered over you, your faces merely inches away.

“gonna let me treat you good baby?”

“yes ‘ren just fuck me”

He didn’t need to hear anything else. Eren slowly slipped himself inside causing the both of you to groan in pleasure. Eren started at a slow pace slipping out until only the tip was there, then slamming back in and continuing this slow movement for a short while. His pace started to quicken, and you could hear his low groans since he was close to your ear. You were a moaning mess with the way this man was slamming into you. “Eren slow down please”. But he just started going faster. Soon, the house was filled with whimpers and moans. Erens pace started becoming sloppier yet, he was so close, yet he wanted you to cum first- your pleasure was his priority. The knot in your stomach began to form again and Eren noticed the way your cunt squeezed around him. Eren brought his left hand to your puffy clit and the right to your hip. This was all you needed, and you came hard around Eren’s cock. He was right behind you, closing his eyes and groaning in your ear suddenly you felt ropes of his cum shoot into your pussy.

You both stayed there for a while collecting your breaths before Eren pulled out and fell beside you.

“Thanks for that sweetheart” you were too fucked out, so you simply hummed and nodded your head. Eren got up and went to your bathroom and brought back a small grey towel, using it to wipe off the leaking cum from your pussy. He then lay down beside you and pulled you close to him. “Am I gonna owe you for this?” he asked with a slight smile. “Maybe, you’ll find out,” you said. You then both fell asleep in contentment with each other.

[golbrocklovely]

I'm truly sorry for sending an ask about seg. I didnt think about any possible stress you may be under especially since you've mentioned you work retail and it's getting to be that hectic time of year. How do you like to destress when it gets to be too much? Do you have any stories about the absolute best/worst customer you've had to deal with? Does the holiday music lift you while working or drive you nuts? Favorite holiday song?

hey you're fine. i'm not upset at any of the anons that sent in asks about the SEG situation. i get it, yall want to talk about it and inform me. i appreciate it. i just had a stressful day and tbh i just don't care about this subject. seeing snc get needless hate over something that was dealt with is just deeply annoying. not to mention bc nothing is gonna happen until after thanksgiving, i would rather we all just wait to hear what gets said until then or straight up ignore SEG than give him more clout.

so, for all the years i've worked in retail, which now is 5... omg ew, i've actually never worked a black friday. first year my dad passed away, and then the past three year i've done overnights so i'm not around customers at all. this is my first time around customers this year, bc i just couldn't do overnights, and honestly... it's not that bad. it's not great, but it's mostly the store i'm working at that's upsetting me rather than the customers, which somehow is always the case anymore lol

i plan to leave as soon as i can. i can't stand the place i'm working in anymore. i pray i don't have to keep working in retail, but we shall see.

how do i like to destress? nap. like i fucking LOVE napping. i think i also have to nap more now bc i don't really drink caffeine anymore. i'll have an occasional soda or ice tea once in a while, but otherwise it's just straight water for me. so i usually just come home and nap. then when i wake up i'll either dance or sing to some emo music (got me like a 14 hour playlist of all my favorite songs) or i'll just watch some youtube vids.

i haven't had too many bad customers, thank god, but the one that always stuck out to me was during the holiday season the first year i work at my current store. so while i haven't worked really any black fridays, i have worked the lead up to christmas multiple times and i swear, i think ppl forget christmas is when it is with the way ppl coming in like the 23 of december buying all the random shit we have left.

so, i was up at the registers, and we have only self check out. i'm assisting ppl when i can and directing the line bc it's basically to the back of the store almost. the thing is, to literally come into the store, you have to pass the registers. so this shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that it's self checkout only. but these two women are next in line and i direct one to an open register. she immediately says "what, i have to do it myself?" i'm not in a good mood bc there is just too many ppl around (and this was pre-pandemic) and i was like "yes ma'am, you have to."

my thing was always if you ask me nicely to help you, i gladly will. but being a bitch to me will basically get you no help whatsoever.

she starts to scan her items, and scans one too many times. she starts yelling "oh my god, i don't know how to do this, i double scanned" loudly, i come over, clear off the extra item and then direct her friend to the next register, which is coincidentally was the one next to her.

the main lady goes back and forth with her friend, saying and cursing "i can't believe i have to fucking do this myself, i don't like this, why the fuck can't they help us." mind you, i work in basically a kid's store. there are plenty of children around. there is no need to be cursing that much, and i say that as someone who does curse a lot.

finally she finishes up and for some reason the register spit out her change really fast so her coins fell on the floor. she picks up one of the coins turns to me, and basically throws it at me and snidely remarks "here you go, since you clearly need it"

i about swung on her, but she's lucky i didn't.

that was really one of the very few times i ever had a bad customer. as for good ones, i think for the most part most of the customers i interact with are either normal or pretty nice. i did one time have to explain to a man what bluetooth was, which is great bc i know so much about it….. and then he told my manager i did an excellent job helping him understand. so that was nice :)

as for the holiday music…. it's 50/50 depending on my mood. sometimes it's not too bad, sometimes it's annoying. bc we play random pop songs (that most of you have probably never heard of) in between the christmas songs. so for every one pop song, we get two to three christmas songs. and we only just recently started getting mariah carey and actual well know christmas songs to play in the store. before, it was like random covers of popular songs, which is very strange to me but whatever lol

and my favorite holiday song… i'm actually gonna list my favorite christmas songs bc i think i have the weirdest taste in them lol

christmas don't be late by alvin and the chipmunks

santa baby by eartha kitt

last christmas by the glee cast

baby it's cold outside by the glee cast

feliz navidad by josé feliciano

obviously mariah carey and michael buble are the top ppl for christmas music. but genuinely… i love these songs more.

a lot of christmas songs make me sad now since my father passed, especially 'i'll be home for christmas'. so sometimes it's a bit hard to listen to christmas music. but i usually hold off on listening to until like the 23rd lol

[madam-jane]

TW: Sexual assult topics

My goodness how many times do we need to say it? Why the hell is it anyone's buisness if we get an abortion or not?

It should concern nobody except the person getting an abortion. But noooo, pro life people had to stick their noses in our buisness and complain.

So i'll say this. It is not any of your fucking buisness. And if your excuse is "Oh well god says its wrong" fuck you what are the fucking chosen one??? honestly i think everytime yall create a new "heavenly law", god face palms harder than the last time.

Its not murder. BY LAW, or..at least it use to be before anti abortion bitches felt the need to bitch and moan, murder isn't counted until the baby is BORN.

Also if you're so concerned about the babies who had to be born because they couldn't get an abortion, then why arent you adopting them?? Okay so you just put laws and restricted women's rights again, overpopulating the earth, and now you'll just do nothing once they don't have a good home?? "Oh we forced women to have children when they weren't ready, heh, i guess our work is done" fuck you.

What if its a child. And they were r@ped. What if you got a different woman pregnant and your wife doesnt know. What if the baby is born into people who weren't ready, or theyre abusive or drug users?

Wtf was going through your head?? Why are we forcing people to bring more people into this world?!?! I feel bad enough even thinking about bringing a child into this world, its horrible out there.

MORE SO WHY ARE PRO LIFE WOMEN TAKING AWAY THEIR OWN RIGHTS???

The world would be SUCH a better place if people learned how to mind their own fucking buisness, and stopped blaming their religion on everything.

"Oh but Jane, abortion is wrong." okay? So is R@pe. I don't see anyone protesting outside in defense of r@pe victims. But you know what i do see? "ABORTION IS MURDERRRR". You wanna know what else is murder?

All the women's deaths you caused after they felt stuck and hopeless. Scared and trapped. They weren't ready to have that baby, and yet you gave her no choice. So she killed herself. because of your dumbass decision, women are killing themselves, or dying trying. No matter how you look at it, that makes you partially responsible. (the pro lifers not you honey 🖤)

If i was part of the reason an unfair bill passed, and people were suffering because of it, i'd feel horrible. Its not fair, you weren't the one who had to go through whatever experience those women had to. Wheres your sympathy?? A woman was sexually assaulted and impregnated by that and you think she now is obliged to take care of that baby? You're not the victim, she is, so stop acting like you're hurt because of people who get abortions. Fuck you, i hope you're happy, because we're not.

[mvloncarch]

     hello hey what’s good hunnies, i’m rollin up late but uh !!  my name’s maia, 25 y/o living it up it up in the ast part of the world and uh listen i don’t have discord bc i’m a literal grandma when it comes to keeping up with all the new means of being social lmao so if you would like to chat and/or plot?? just shoot me an im on here — i’m usually always mobile & i obviously love to talk a lot !  and i’m a heaux for dramatic / angst-fuelled plots .. just a little fyi … i’m excited !! so anyway !!!  onto the Idiot of the Hour you’re actually here to read about; my darling malone. i have a pinterest board for him  HERE  , his stats page set up  HERE  , and a connections page  HERE  which as you can see is bare as all hell so let’s plot <3

╰☆╮ DACRE MONTGOMERY , 21 , CIS MALE , HE/HIM  ☆ — wait , is that MALONE SINCLAIR ? dean lockwood has been looking for them . you didn’t hear it from me but , apparently the JUNIOR might know something about the whole omega chi & kappa tau situation . while they can be ENIGMATIC & RESTIVE , they’re far too ALTRUISTIC & RESILIENT to be involved , right ? those who know them say they’re reminded of BOYISH CHARM AMPLIFIED BY A ROGUISH GRIN, SPARSELY SCARRED FINGERS CLAD IN GOLD RINGS, BEING 3AM’S DESIGNATED SAVIOUR TO ONE AND ALL, HAWAIIAN SHIRTS HIDDEN BENEATH DESIGNER SUITS & DREAMY BABY BLUE HUES LOST IN THOUGHT whenever they’re around .  honestly , the BIOLOGICAL SCIENCES major should try to keep their head down . after the events of last semester , lockwood is out for blood . did you know that MAL is a member of LAMBDA SIGMA OMEGA ? that might explain why their name is being brought up.

okay so homeboy here has had it pretty easy his entire life. his dad works relentlessly as chief of neurosurgery in lower manhattan and his step-mom had worked as a prestigious legal practitioner; one of the most sought out lawyers in the state, and later, a socialite. like the infamous philosopher dr justin roberts once said: “six figures, i was only four”, malone was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. while most would assume he’s a straight up trust fund punk, though, he inherited his father’s impeccable work ethic to a fault.

as an only child and therefore sole heir to the sinclair estate, his parents have been on mal’s ass his entire life to give his absolute best in everything he does. health, school, sports, friendships, relationships, the whole shebang. his marks were always near the top of his class, he excelled at his two favourite sports; hockey during the winter, baseball during the summer. but it wasn’t until he hit his mid adolescent years, started developing an interest in girls ( whom he once thought were riddled with cooties ), that his focus faltered a wee bit and good lil o’malley boy started being a teenager.

embracing his lavish lifestyle and all the popularity / opportunities it handed him on a silver platter basically, mal was ho-ing himself around, partying it up with the elite crowd, earning himself a pretty risque rep among his peers. it wasn’t until he met his first actual serious girlfriend that he did his best to tone it tf down. and it worked, for awhile. but !! of course he fucked it all up and even though what’s done is done, he has big regrets. BIG regrets. mainly bc girl went absolutely wild and took a baseball bat to his ferrari yikes.

after graduating high school with exemplary marks, instead of taking the opportunity to potentially thrive in the big leagues of the sports world, malone opted to stick to his roots, following in his dad’s footsteps. he got accepted into hollingsworth as a pre-med student, studying all the biological sciences, and will be entering his senior year come september. his next big plan is to attend harvard to earn his medical degree and get the ball rollin.

malone still has a whole lot of growing up to do but he’s doing a lot better in comparison to his teenage fever years lmao. he loves helping others alright, giving back to the community & especially helping his frat bros whenever they’re in need. he’s very much.....a Dad in the sense that he coddles his bros but he does it while he’s drunk off his ass?? like if he isn’t winkwink busy himself winkwink, he has no issue busting down doors to check on ppl and hand out condoms like he’s jesus handing out water turned to wine.

on a sober note tho, mal is naturally loud af like.... he just has that thunderous voice that projects half a mile, and he likes to joke a lot so his laugh is even worse sdfhudgkjd. but all in all he’s a good guy ok he wants to do good for himself and everyone else, he just has issues listening to one head over... the other rip.

wanted connections ; 1) ok so uh he obviously needs his bros, i'm thinking maybe even a best bro like vinny & pauly d vibes pls let them have had a wild trip with the boys to vegas, got drunk, and married each other PLS. 2) also on that note, maybe a fella he's experimenting with?? bc he's a bicurious soul, potentially bisexual, so that would be a loAD of angst huh. 3) he need him some fwb / hook up type deals, whether they be a regular occurrence or a one time thing. 4) ex gfs!! i don't see him having like... a SHIT load of exes bc he tries to stay away from relationships but probably anywhere between 1-3?? whether they be on good terms, bad terms, lingering feelings, etc. i'm cool with whatever. 5) maybe somebody he tutors?? bc while he gives off mad Dumb Frat Bro vibes, mal is actually very intelligent and again.... he loves helping ppl out. 6) how about some enemies tho. like... idk man i'm SURE there are ppl he rubs the wrong way bc he's a pretty loud boy lmao. or maybe they think he's fake. or maybe there's some sports rivalry or frat rivalry or he broke ur bff's heart?? the possibilities are endless.

[chenyann]

Missed kiss💋

Rook hunt 🏹

All you wanted was to get to class so you give your friend a kiss on the cheek to let you go but Rook has other plans!

Ahhh! It's finally done^^ft.brother like deuce

This is a sfw,fluff,bit suggestive? It kinda shows/talks making out. The rough draft got alot of love so thank you very much♡ I'm happy yall seem to like my ideas ~yako♡ épouse-moi means marry me Mon ami means my friend Je ťaime mon ange Means I love you my angel

Friends

                  [ Nrc courtyard 12:21pm]

That is what you and Rook are;Friends. Nothing more nothing less,yes he could be romantic at times and make you blush,coo at you,take care of your skin routine,care for you when you're ill and call you mon amour.But it's just in a platonic sense….right?

You sit there pondering if yall are just friends,knowing very well your love for him is blossoming its wings like forget-me-nots and starting to take flight with the other doves who found love.What did that mean..? Why did he say that and didn't tell me….?

           (Flash back)

              [Pomefiore lounge 7:48pm]

"épouse-moi'' Rook said ``In the middle of one of yalls nightly conversations."huh? What does that mean'' you asked with curious eyes, similar to a curious baby deer when they first learn how to walk.``Nothing mon ami'' Rook said with a smile…warm…his smile felt like when you're basking in the sun for the first time in a while,its rays tickle your skin and settle down on a good patch of skin.He leaned down to his tea cup and takes a sip,you do the same as him and bring the tea cup to your lips.You can feel the tea trickling down your throat,it's warm and it's florescent taste lingers in your mouth as he starts talking again,moments later your had forgot those words he said and talked about little nothings to pass time, while basking in each others presence.

[NRC courtyard 12:30pm]

You sat there oh so elegantly looking like you're deep in thought. not really you were just sitting there normally.Every little thing you did Rook found elegant;as gentle as a dogwood petal falling in a pond, your skin radiating  the sun, with that cute little pout on your cute Lil face while you're stuck in thought.Rook wonders what you're thinking about,perhaps you're thinking about home,perhaps the weather,or your school work,maybe you're thinking about him..?He jokingly put his hand on his forehead and he waved himself some air with flicks of his other hand at the thought of you thinking of him.

"Rook" A stern voice called out as he watched you."oui?Roi du Poison." Rook said as he laid his eyes on Vil,he looked Rook up and down and sighed "you're staring at the prefect.It's rude to stare too long." Vil said as he moved his hands to his hips."Apologies Roi du poison,but trickster is so eye-catching don't you think?" Rook said as he put his hand on his forehead,Vil wasn't having it though,he crossed his arms and spoke once more."You can stare later Rook,I'd rather not be late"

"Très bien, Roi du Poison I shall look later." Rook said with a fake sigh and looked back at you "farewell mon ami." And with that he skipped behind vil and happily followed him.

[Nrc courtyard benches 12:36pm]

You snapped out of your thoughts when a fuzzy gray blob plopped on your lap."Y/n the great grim has been looking for you all day! And all you were doing was spacing out!?" Grim huffed and stared at you then at a figure right by you,you looked at the person taking a moment to realize it was one half or the adeuce duo."oh hey deuce what's up?" They boy gave you a worried look and spoke up.

"Y/n I've been trying to get your attention for 5 minutes now…are you okay" you look at deuce and feel guilt banging in your stomach.. For five minutes? I should have at least heard him…. "I'm sorry deuce I was spacing out what did you need?" You said offering the boy a smile to reassure him you're okay,he gladly took the smile and returned it."We got Ace to wait for us while we get you to come to lunch ." You pondered back and frowned, you almost missed lunch too and they made Ace wait because of you…actually Ace deserved it because we made us wait 30 minutes to get to lunch too..

"Oh I'm sorry for the wait let's go" you said as you got up from the bench with grim in your arms and deuce by your side, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched.

                       [Lunchroom 12:37pm]

"Finally you were gone for so long that we only got 13 minutes til class" Ace said with a frown,sebek was going on about how he should eat his lunch quickly so he can be with his Waka-sama,Jack was eyeing you likely to see if your not looking well without asking,Epel was the only one who spoke up.

"Ya actin' Like ya ain't the one who made us wait 30 minutes 'cause you got in trouble with ya dorm leader."epel let his accent slip but he paid no mind it's likely he just wanna fight so you sat down with deuce and grim,eating the food deuce got for you.  

                     [Lunchroom 12:56pm]

Jack was the first to excuse himself,leaving the table with a kicking and screaming epel with him,next it was sebek who left saying he has to guard his young master to his next period.Leaving the boys who were there since day one, the adeuce Duo and grim…

"Hey y/n you okay? you're spacing out again." Deuce asked, pulling you out of your thoughts."im fine deuce" you pause to think of a different topic"hey when is our next class?" you asked with a smile deuce returned it Ace gagged "hurry up lovebirds" deuce frowned "Ace dude that's gross bro we see each other as siblings." Ace looked shocked for a moment then just turned away "our next class is crewel and it's at 1:00" deuce said as you took your phone out.

"One-o-clock?" You asked,deuce smiled and shook his head 'yes'.You showed him your phone at first there was nothing to offer of the ordinary,your lock screen of a sleeping grim,  a few messages from deuce when he wanted to find you,game notifications,class notifications and- that's when he saw it.

In big numbers read 1:17pm,deuce scrambled to get his phone out and without a doubt his phone read 1:17pm. 

Crap…

    Yall were late to class, even worse crewels class,Trein would at least give you a warning or extra homework that wasn't really hard,Vargas would just make you do 1 lap in the field and the other teachers didn't care that you were late they just wanted you to attend class.

[Nrc hallway 1:18pm]

Y/n wasn't at the courtyard,the cafeteria or at ramshackle. Rook thought as he let out a huff "where is my mon amour at?" He put his hand to his forehead while walking down empty halls,the Pitter patter of hurried steps echoed in rooks ears.

Ah…Monsieur Heart and Monsieur Spade! Perhaps they know where my mon amour is. Before he could ask, a familiar figure was caught in his line of sight.

"Mon ami!" He latched his arm to your wrist ever-so-gently.The sun grasping you with its eternal warmth,gently showering you with its rays.A star like you can't compare,but what if you are not a star but the sun's lover? The moon…perhaps you only saw yourself as a star because you're scared….eyes that blossom like flowers in spring meadows…the moon needs the sun like how the sun needs the moon.

In the end the sun always comes back y/n….

[Nrc hallway 1:22pm]

You felt a hand wrap around your wrist and gently pulls you in,resting against a firm but soft torso like how you feel when resting in a meadow.A hard ground but the soft flowers tickle your skin ever-so-slightly touching you,you snap out your thoughts when the person speaks.

"Mon ami,I've been searching for you!" It was  Rook who was speaking,you would have loved to stay and chat but you didn't want to get chewed out by crewel."I'm sorry Rook I'm in a rush" you said as you tried to wiggle out his grasp."But mon ami-" he was cut off by your friend "hurry up y/n" Ace yelled ,but Rook didn't yield in fact he held you closer.

"Yall just go on without me okay!" You yelled to your friends "your funeral y/n!" Ace yelled back while picking up grim, it was deuce who was less happy about it but he compiled."okay be careful y/n" he yelled as he scattered with Ace and grim.

"Rook, I really need to go. I'm about 20 minutes late to class" you said as he loosened his grip on you,but never letting you fully go.The way his green eyes bore into your own made a shiver run down your back. His stare was so captivating that for a moment, you almost wanted to skip and stay with him.Yall sat in comfortable silence until an idea popped in your head "If I give you a kiss will you let me go?"

Rook looked taken aback for a moment and had a giddy smile on his lips."Oui" he said Rook’s eyes were pretty much illuminating the hallway by now, his eyes were so bright even brighter than the sun.

You lean forward towards him, you hold his face in your hands and give Rook a peck on the cheek. Mwah 

"non non mon ami you missed"

Rook said with a sigh and frowned looking at you."What" you stare at him like a deer in the headlights "what did I miss?" You asked,With the gentleness of a feather, and speed of an arrow he kissed you.Capturing your lips in his,Finally he let your wrist go but you wanted to kiss him a little longer.Its likely Rook wanted the same because the hand that once held your wrist snaked down to your waist,his other hand travels to your head supporting it.

Once he finally pulled back five minutes later to gaze into your eyes cheekily, you shot him an angry glare.

"Très bien mon amour!But next time I won't stop to let go" he said with a smug grin,you turn your back to him with a huff and walk off to crewels class forgetting you're even late. As you turned the corner you heard the huntsman one last time "Je ťaime mon ange!" 

The warmth that was on your lips lingers in your mind,such a strange huntsman who would love the moon so much as to kiss it?At least I know the sun loves me just as much as I love him.

[aces-basement]

Chaotic Ace (Gorillaz) x Reader that borders on explicit but isn't and is written by someone with 3 braincells on the verge of a breakdown just for u anon

(it's not explicit but I don't want minors to read it anyway. Minors DNI!)

You were walking home from work. It was late. And cold. And you wanted to get home more than anything.

There was an alley. A scary one. A dark, wet, cold one. One you've never been in when it was dark. But it was a shortcut. And at this point? If you got shanked and left for dead that might not be so bad

Anyway you decide to go down the alley.

It was.

Quiet.

Too quiet. Not even a cat in the dumpster or anything.

Oh hey speakin of dumpsters

BAM! Ace stumbled out of one wowww

You jumped and shat your pants figuratively

He tried to be menacing but he got his leg stuck on the side of the dumpster. He was stuck. Hanging by the foot. Out of the dumpster.

He looked. So disappointed there. Dangling in the moonlight. He sighed long and hard. "......Can you help me down."

"Yeah sure stranger" You unhooked his boot and he fell on his face. You heard glass shatter

"Ah jeez, alright," The tall stranger brushed himself off and got the sunglass bits out of his eyes. "Well I was gonna mug you but I t'ink the moment's passed"

"Uhuh"

"Yeah.."

"You are the worst criminal I've ever met. Can I go now?"

He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Aw, yeah, sure. Go." But this man. This legend. This absolute goblin man. With his head hanging low and his little puppy dog eyes looking everywhere but at you. You couldn't leave him because you are the protag of an x reader fuck you

Anyway this blushing idiot was waiting for you to leave and you wanted to. But no you didn't because Ace is hot. Anyway you said "I like your eyeballs. Do you smoke weed"

This. Flustered him. He looked right at you and stuttered "No??? That's just- that's just how my eyes look."

"They're nice. So are your ears. And your skin. They make you look like a gross elf. Slash affectionate btw"

"Are you trying to flirt? Because you ain't great at it. What does that mean."

"Ok well since you're the CEO of flirting why don't you show me how it's done." You snarked

"Alright."

BOOM. Next thing you knew you were pinned against the wall. You looked up at him. Surprised. He had one arm against the wall, leaning into you.

"Hey."

"You smell like cheese"

Boom. Pocket knife to your throat. He didn't seem to acknowledge what you said. Uh oh. "I'd watch my tongue, toots. Don't want it on the cement." He growled

"This isn't flirting this is um what is it this is uhhhh"

"Violence? I dunno" He shrugged

"Yeah that's the word keep going please."

"Alright." He smooched you up your arm, then to your neck, before BITING your neck

"OW!"

"Sorry too much?"

"NO"

So he smiled and nibbled you some more, before pulling your hair and making out with you against the moldy ass brick wall mmmmm that's scrumptious. Then you took him home like an alley cat and yall lived happily ever after

[crikeygatormate]

I Will Always Return (Pt.5)

Summary: You were the daughter of the mayor of Wrywood back when the wild west was more than just a movie genre. Your father was a sly politician who managed to find himself stuck between a rock and a hard place with a large crime group that resided in the city and the west’s most notorious group of outlaws. Somehow you find yourself stuck in the middle.

Warning: PLEASE READ :) Dark themes, violence, blood, guns, gun violence, graphic death, character death x2, hair pulling (not in a fun way), near-death experience, alcohol mention, trashy father smh, typos (If I missed any please let me know!)

This was really hard to write, probably cause I got the end figured out and I didn't want to rush anything, but I hope yall like it :)This part is a little shorter just so the last part can have everything together. Thank you all for the support too, it makes me so happy to see everyone liking it! Warms my cold heart

Part 6!

Part Five

You didn’t talk for the majority of the ride back to your town. Izuku talked some, glancing back at you every once and a while to make sure you were still awake. Not like you would be able to fall asleep. You were nervous about what was going to happen in the next couple of hours.

There was no telling what Keigo would do once he got his hands on you. Would he really just check to see if you matched the wanted posters, or would he do something worse? You gulped as the wiser part of your brain whispered that you should have never returned to Bakugou after you parted ways.

“How ya holdin’ up?” Izuku’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Alright,” you answered, frowning as you both passed over White Tail River. The water had gone down significantly since that day Bakugou had planned for you both to cross.

“You sure?” Izuku asked as his horse trotted up the bank and back on to the prairie.

You sighed, “well no. Not really, which is pretty obvious.”

Izuku’s face warmed and he turned back around to maneuver his horse through the treeline. “Right, sorry, stupid question.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, watching the night sky start to morph into the colors of dawn. The sky was turning hot pink just like yesterday. Which meant there was another storm coming. You almost felt like the recent weather was reflecting your storm of emotions. You sighed, “so you think this plan is gonna work?”

Izuku nodded, “it should. Keigo doesn’t know I am still in contact with Bakugou. So, he shouldn’t be suspicious when I come to take you away.”

Your stomach churned at the thought of being with Keigo again. There really was no telling what was gonna happen. Even though Izuku’s words comforted you a little, you had a gut feeling that something would go wrong.

“I’ll keep you safe, Y/n,” Izuku told you seriously as your small town came into view. He stopped his horse and turned his head to look at you, “I’m bein’ serious.”

You blinked, almost wishing to shrink away from his intense gaze. It was a relief to hear how serious he was, but a part of you wished you were staring into a pair of red eyes instead of green ones. “Thank you.”

Izuku smiled at you before urging his horse forward again. It didn’t take long for your hometown to appear in the distance. In a way, you were happy to see the town and all of its little shops and stores. You could see that there were a few people milling around, probably getting some early morning groceries from the market.

As you got closer you began to notice your face was plastered on almost all the storefronts, with your bounty posted at the bottom. You gulped, making eye contact with the drawing. They made you look ferocious, eyes wild, a large grin. It didn’t even look like you.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your home. Even though it’s roughly been three weeks since you’ve last seen it, a lot has changed. Your garden was dead, all the plants were ripped out by the root. Your belongings were scattered on the front lawn.

It stung to see how easy it was for your family to believe the lies that Keigo had spread. With a sigh, you slid off the side of Izuku’s horse and he briefly followed you. With a sigh you looked up at Izuku with furrowed brows, “you think this will work?”

Izuku waited a moment before nodding, “yeah it will. I’ll see you soon, try not to worry, okay?” With that, he turned his horse and cantered back to town.

You nodded, having to believe that the plan would work. You had faith in Izuku. He was a good man and you trusted him. You came to a stop outside your front door and held your breath as you knocked on the door.

Within seconds the door was opened, revealing your father. He looked worse for wear. Pekid and sweaty. His clothes were frumpy and the stench of alcohol slammed into your senses. His eyes lit up at the sight of you and a drunken smile crossed his features, “I knew you would show up here you terrible creature.”

You frowned, feeling your chest tighten at his words.”Just get on with it. Go get your fucking money.”

Your father grinned as he slinked back into the dark house and reappeared with some rope and harshly tied it around your wrists, making you wince. He shut the door behind him as he began to walk you to town. “That outlaw close by?” he asked, his gaze shifting across the horizon, “watchin’ me?”

You kept your mouth shut, refusing to even acknowledge his question.

“Bet he sent you back to make me give him his money,” your father cackled, shaking his head as hysterical laughter bubbled from his lips, “like hell I’ll do that. I’m gettin’ the hell out of this town, far away from here,” he muttered.

Your eyebrows furrowed at your father’s paranoia. He looked like he had lost his mind. “Why are you leaving?” you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

“You think I’m going to stay here after the town found out about my scandal? They want nothin’ to do with me, the house is getting taken by the bank in a week's time. Not to mention, I’ll have my own bounty soon once enough people come forward as witnesses from the party,” he grumbled, shaking his head.

“Serves you right,” you spat, “you think you deserve anything good after what you did?”

“I did what I needed to do,” your father shot back, trying to hold onto what little dignity he had left.

“Whatever, I hope you rot,” you snapped as you came to a stop outside of the sheriff’s office.

Your father laughed, it was dry, “the only one of us that will be rotting is you, my dear.”

You were seething as you watched your father open the door to the sheriff's office. He yanked you in, causing you to stumble in after him.

The door shut behind you and you immediately locked eyes with Keigo. He was sitting behind the desk with his boots propped up. He looked terrifyingly calm as his golden gaze danced between you and your father.

Slowly you watched as he began to grin, his lips pulled up into his cheeks with a sense of malice at the sight of you tied next to your father. He moved quickly from his seat, long limbs retracting from the table as he stood up.

You shivered, feeling your heart leap into your mouth as he continued to watch you. There were only two things in this world that made you feel like you should drop everything and run. Those were spiders and Keigo Takami.

In fact, Keigo reminded you of a spider. He was cunning, building a web of lies that he would entrap his prey in. And at the first sense of danger, he would recoil back into his web, waiting for the right moment to strike.

He never walked over to you, deciding to stay in the shadows by the side of the desk instead. It made you nervous as you watched his gaze dance between you and your father. It was like he knew this was a setup.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Keigo finally said.

Your father laughed, it was loud and forced, “she came back all on her own, probably knew it was best to turn herself in.”

Keigo hummed, standing from his seat and making his way over to you both. “Is that so?”

Your father nodded aggressively, “it is. Now, this is her right? The one that killed your comrade?”

Keigo narrowed his eyes, outstretching his hand to grip your chin between his cold fingers. “I think so.”

You tried to recoil, but he held your face steady as he dug his fingers into your cheeks, his nails making small crescents on your skin.

“Oh yes, this her,” Keigo concluded, a grin of satisfaction stretching across his face.

“Good good, now where is my money?” your father asked, letting go of your rope and rubbing his palms together.

“Let's not be hasty now,” Keigo said, glancing back at the door that led to the sheriff’s personal office.

“I don’t have time to wait, just take her and be done with it,” your father snapped, growing restless.

Keigo sighed, looking rather annoyed, “you people make things so hard for me.” Just like before you watched frozen as Keigo yanked out his pistol and pressed it into your father's forehead. “Walk,” he hissed as he bent down to quickly grab your rope.

“Whoa!” your father hissed, eyes wide as he almost fell back, “the hell are you doin’!”

“Shut the fuck up old man unless you want a bullet in the head,” Keigo snapped as he kicked the back of your father's knees making him stumble towards the back office.

“Okay! Okay!” your father choked stumbling towards the back door.

“What are you doing!” you hissed, yanking back on your rope, eyes wide. Did your entire plan fall through? How did Keigo know something wasn’t right. Bakugou and the others weren’t even here.

Keigo ignored you, herding your father into the back office. The door opened and your eyes immediately started to water at the scent of death. It hung heavy in the air making you cough.

“Hell,” your father coughed, seeing the crumpled body of your sheriff shoved in the back corner of his office, “you did this?” he asked, eyes wide as he stared up at Keigo.

Keigo grinned, shoving your father to the floor, next to the body. “Oh no, I didn’t do anything. It’s all her fault,” he said while shaking his head, “just like with Tokoyami, right Y/n?”

“Don’t do this,” you croaked, not even able to look at the body. You have known the sheriff since you were little. He was a nice man, a good one. Saved your town plenty of times from criminals. He was older now but still had enough kick in him to fight off crime.

But not Keigo.

“Y/n didn’t do this, it’s obvious you killed Toshinori,” your father babbled, his gaze shifting between you and Keigo until he finally realized that you were in fact innocent.

“Oh yes she did, after killing Tokoyami, Y/n seems to have a thirst for blood now,” Keigo began as he pressed his pistol harder into your father’s forehead. “She came back home to get rid of her father, which the whole town knows you two despise each other, especially now.” He shrugged, golden eyes shifting to Toshinori’s body, “and little ole’ sheriff got in the way, she had to take him out too.”

“Please Keigo,” you choked out, grabbing at his arm, but he promptly shoved you away from him, hard. You stumbled falling back against the wall with a thud. You hated your father, but this… this was something you didn’t want to watch again.

“Beggin’?” Keigo leered, his golden eyes were wide with bloodlust, “now that’s not like you? Where’s your fight?”

“Y/n,” your father said between quick breaths, “don’t do anything, give em’ what he wants.”

You sniffled, and shook your head, “I can’t, I let him do this once, I can’t let him do it again.” So you stood up, not sure what to do except charge at Keigo and try to knock him over, maybe wrangle the pistol out of his hand.

You slammed into Keigo with a grunt, trying your best to fight back but all he did was laugh and easily pull you back from his side. How could you think that you could take him on? After all, he was trained in combat.

“Nice try,” Keigo cooed, yanking your head away from his side by your hair, “I can see why you’ve caught his attention, haven’t met too many people with so much spirit.”

Your mouth soured as you stared up at Keigo. This whole time, he knew that this was a plan. Knew that you were with Bakugou, even if it was for only a little bit. How could you be so naive to think that he didn’t know? Someone who has evaded the law after so long was surely cunning. “Keigo please, I don’t know why you’re doin' this?”

Keigo hummed, yanking your head back further to see the fear glint in your eyes, “I’m doin’ it because I like it. I like the chase, I like seein’ people squirm. You all are so easy to fool, walkin’ around like sheep.”

“You’re terrible,” you spat, reaching up to dig your nails into his forearm, “Bakugou’s gonna get you, all of them are.”

“Oh, you think so?” Keigo chuckled darkly, “I don’t, Bakugou is always two steps behind and far too late. He always has been, and always will be.”

You narrowed your eyes as Keigo yanked you up by your hair, making you yelp.

“Now, where was I?” Keigo hummed, turning his attention back to your father, “right, well best get to it.”

You screamed as your father mouthed out an apology before he shut his eyes. The shot fired and you flinched as blood sprayed your face. You never wanted this to happen. Not again. Another death blamed on you. Before you could register what was happening you were being dragged out of the sheriff’s office like a limp doll.

Keigo opened the door and was surprisingly met face to face with Izuku who was about to knock. For the first time since you’ve seen Keigo, he was caught off guard. “Izuku?”

Izuku’s gaze snapped to you, tracking the thick blood that was sliding down your skin. “Keigo,” he said, his voice even.

“What brings you here?” Keigo asked, shutting the door behind him and placed his hand back on the handle of his pistol.

Izuku’s gaze snapped away from you, not missing Keigo’s hand now on his pistol. “Just passin’ through, thought I’d pay Toshinori a visit.”

Keigo hummed, a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. “Toshinori’s out. Had me lock up the office, takin’ this one to the county prison.”

Izuku swallowed thickly, “I see.”

The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. The two men before you seemed locked in some sort of standoff and before you knew it, Izuku had yanked your rope out of Keigo’s hands and pulled you behind him, all while pulling out his pistol and pointing it at Keigo. “Don’t move,” Izuku hissed, backing down the steps.

Keigo sighed, scratching the side of his head, “well maybe you got the jump on me this time.”

You gripped Izuku’s shirt tightly between your fingers as you watched Keigo with wide eyes. Did you and Izuku actually catch Keigo off guard? You felt Izuku’s muscles tense beneath your fingers as Keigo began climbing down the steps.

There was a feeling of impending danger in the air. You knew, Izuku knew it, hell the whole town knew it. You could see the stores around you start to shut their windows and lock their doors. The streets were starting to empty and before you knew it both men were standing in the street, about six feet apart watching each other closely.

“What’d he do?” Izuku hissed at you, not taking his eyes off Keigo.

“He killed Toshinori and my,” you paused, feeling your throat tightened, “he killed my father. It seems like he knew we were comin’.”

“Shit,” Izuku said quietly, “how the hell did he know we were comin’?”

You shook your head trying to push down your growing panic. “I don’t know.”

Keigo looked relaxed in front of you both, tense, but relaxed. Which was unnerving. It was almost like he had his own plan. Your eyes widened in realization. Keigo had told you he’s always been two steps ahead of Bakugou and he could never catch up. Why was that?

You gulped, that only meant one thing, he wasn’t working alone.

“Izuku, we need to leave, Keigo, he’s not working alone, he’s-” you began but you were promptly cut off when a pistol was pressed into your lower back.

“He’s got a partner,” a familiar voice spoke from behind you.

You and Izuku both turned your heads to see Denki Kaminari standing behind you both. He yanked out another pistol and pointed it at Izuku’s forehead.

“Kaminari?” Izuku breathed out, still keeping his pistol pointed at Keigo, “why?”

Kaminari shrugged, he looked pissed. “I was gettin’ sick of working under Bakugou, havin’ him piss all on me. Takes me for granted he does, always callin’ me useless. Do I look useless now?” he hissed.

“I can’t believe it,” Izuku hissed, “you know what this bastard has done and you’re working with him?”

Kaminari shrugged, “like you haven’t killed anyone, Izuku. You’re not clean.”

“Never in cold blood,” Izuku snapped back, “the hell do you want with us?”

“We don’t want either of you,” Keigo said from behind you, taking the opportunity to move because Izuku was distracted. Before either, you or Izuku could move Keigo had shot Izuku in the shoulder making him drop his pistol on the ground.

You flinched and immediately went to grab Izuku’s side as he screamed, grabbing his shoulder with his free hand. “Izuku!” you shouted trying to remain calm as Kaminari yanked you away from your friend. “If you want Bakugou why are you attacking us!”

Keigo chuckled, shaking his head, “you’re a little dim aren’t you?”

You bared your teeth at him as you watched Izuku sink to the ground, blood starting to pool from his shoulder.

Keigo shook his head again, “I’ve known Bakugou a long time, and I know how much that one means to him,” he explained, looking towards Izuku and then back at you, “and now my good pal here has told me that you mean a good deal to him now too. So why wouldn’t I take the two people he seems to care about the most?”

“He won’t come, he’s not stupid,” you hissed.

“Oh he will,” Kaminari said, yanking you up closer to him, “in fact, they should all be here soon. Honestly, can’t thank you enough for making this easier with the plan you told us last night. Killed two birds with one stone.”

“You asshole,” you snapped, turning to look at Kaminari, “you’re gonna get it when he gets you.”

Kaminari laughed loudly and shook his head. He decided to not answer you and instead pick you up and slung you over his shoulder. “You got Izuku?” Kaminair said to Keigo.

Keigo nodded, and he bent and surprisingly hoisted Izuku onto the back of his horse.

“Wait!” you shouted, kicking at Kaminari as you tried to squirm out of his grasp as he hastily tied another set of ropes around your ankles with one hand, “the hell are you doin?”

“Shut up,” Kaminari hissed as he threw you over the back of his palomino and got into the saddle.

—--------------

You rode to the edge of town and to your horror both of them stopped by the train tracks. Even though you fought back, it still wasn’t enough to overpower either man as they tied you and Izuku together on the tracks.

“When’s the train comin’?” Keigo asked as he finished stuffing a bandana into your mouth.

“Thirty minutes, give or take,” Kaminari answered with a shrug, “Bakugou knows they’ll be here.”

You squirmed in your restraints trying to find a way to wiggle out. A scream of frustration tore through you as you yanked on the restraints again. The sun was hot and glaringly bright as it reached its peak point in the sky.

Which meant it was noon.

You knew the train always came through your town shortly after rnoon.

You squirmed again, tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried for the hundredth time to yank out of your restraints. You needed to get out of here and save Izuku. Your heart broke thinking of your friend tied against you. You could feel his blood soaking into your shirt, the one he bought you.

He wasn’t moving behind you, which had you worried. Was he still alive? Or was he passed out? This was all your fault, you should have never made him come with you. If only you knew how to fight well enough. More tears leaked out of your eyes as you kicked again, feeling the train rails start to rumble.

This was the end then? Used a piece in Keigo’s chessboard to get to Bakugou? You had no idea why he even wanted Bakugou. He was a man possessed it seemed.

You shut your eyes, feeling the ground vibrate. At least you tried. You really did, you fought all the way up to the end. You exhaled, bunching your muscles as the vibrations grew louder.

The sound of gunshots echoed around you and you opened your eyes to see two horses leap over the train tracks next to you. Your eyes were wide as you noticed Kirishima and Mina take off after Keigo and Kaminari.

Two more horses skidded to halt next to you, briefly rearing as their hooves slammed down in front of your face. Sero was the first off his grey horse, scrambling to Izuku’s side as he began slicing through the rope.

You blinked and Bakugou was suddenly in front of you, swearing up a storm as he yanked out his hunting knife and began sawing through the rope.

“Fuck, hurry up Sero, the train’s almost here,” Bakugou barked, his red gaze jumping to the train that was starting to grow closer to all of you.

“I know!” Sero hissed, glancing at his hands covered in blood, “one of them is hurt bad.”

Bakugou and you finally locked eyes and he yanked the bandana out of your mouth and tossed it to the side.

“It’s Izuku, Keigo shot him in the shoulder, his left one,” you said quickly, your voice was hoarse.

The train was so close that the tracks were starting to rattle, and the conductor yanked on the whistle, and stuck his head out of the side, screaming at all four of you to get off the tracks.

Your heart was slamming in your chest as Bakugou began working on the knots on your legs, and now that your hands were free you were hastily helping him as best you could.

Sero finally got Izuku out of his restraints and yanked him to the side of the railroad, ripping off his flannel to look at his wound. You glanced back at Bakugou, who was still struggling to get your ankles untied.

“There’s no time,” you breathed out, the train would hit you in less than a minute now, “Bakugou.”

“Shut the hell up,” he snapped, his voice catching as he cut through another rope.

“Bakugou,” you hissed, your eyes watering as the horn whistled again.

With one final tug, he got you loose and quickly yanked you off to the side just as the train flew past you both. The sound of the train passing screamed in your ears as you briefly shut your eyes. If Bakugou had taken a second longer both of you would have been hit and gone in a matter of moments. He held you close to him, one large hand was pressed against the back of your head, keeping you close to his chest and the other was circled around your waist. He had you turned too, tucked away from the train as it sprayed gravel against his back as it passed.

As fast as the train came, it was gone, leaving behind a rush of wind and you kept your face pressed against Bakugou’s chest, breathing heavily as your adrenaline started to fall.

“Look at me,” Bakugou’s deep voice rumbled in his chest.

You looked up, feeling some of your hurt from yesterday rebloom in your chest. His rejection. You haven’t had time to think about it, for obvious reasons, but having him here now looking down at you was hard. Albeit you owed him your life now.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, bringing both hands to cup your face as he turned your head, his eyes narrowing at the blood on your face.

You shook your head, “I’m okay, Izuku is he okay?” you asked, breaking your eye contact with Bakugou to look at Sero who was looking grim.

“He needs a doctor, it’s not a clean shot. He’s lost a lot of blood,” Sero said seriously.

“There’s one in town, it’s right next to the courthouse, you can’t miss it,” you said quickly, bringing your hands up to pull Bakugou’s away from your face. “There’s an old lady there, Chiyo, she’ll take care of him.”

Bakugou frowned, glancing away from you and to Sero, “take him there, make sure he doesn’t die, Sero.”

“No promises,” Sero said as he hoisted Izuku on the back of his horse before getting back on his, “you better get on after Mina and Kirishima, I’m sure they’ll be needin’ an extra hand or two,” he said and the to your shock he tossed you his pistol.

You scrambled to catch it and let out a sigh when you caught the heavy weapon. With that Sero kicked his horse's sides and took off towards the town.

Then it was just you and Bakugou alone.

“What happened?” you asked, breaking the brief silence, “with Kaminari?”

Bakugou’s face twisted up in pure anger at the mention of Kaminari, “fucker took off right after you and Izuku. While I was…distracted,” he said, rushing to the end of his sentence quickly before continuing, “left a note that Mina found in the stables the next morning.”

“I’ve never liked him, ever since he shot at me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Bakugou huffed, “I shoulda known right when he shot at you, he was not one of us, no one else would have done that.”

“What makes you say that?” you asked truthfully, “I was runnin’ away, anyone could have shot at me.”

Bakugou shook his head, “nah, the moment I told them you were with us, you were never a target. Not even when you were runnin’ away.”

You raised an eyebrow as you watched him shift uncomfortably in front of you. He looked like he wanted to say something, but you knew this wasn’t the time to talk. “You need to go, Sero’s right, Mina and Kirishima need help.”

Bakugou’s gaze snapped to you, “and what about you?”

You shrugged, “I don’t have a horse, and both of us on yours would slow you down.”

Bakugou shook his head, “I’m not letting you out of my sight again, you know that right?” he said seriously as he turned his head and whistled, “lazy fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

There in the distance was your favorite companion. The big red gelding you’ve been with since day one. He was barely cantering as he slowly made his way towards you both and then came to a stop before you, nudging the top of your head with his nose.

You grinned and ran your hand along the side of his cheek. “I missed him,’ you said quietly, mostly to yourself.

“Well he’s your horse,” Bakugou said, “he’s never listened to anyone but you after all.”

Your eyes widened as you looked towards Bakugou, “you mean that?”

Bakugou nodded, his lips twitching up into a small smile at the sight of yours.

“Thank you, Bakugou, really,” you said seriously as you got onto your horse, and watched Bakugou get onto his.

Bakugou shook his head, “it’s nothin’ and-” he paused, glancing at you briefly before, “-it’s Katsuki.”

You blinked, your eyes wide as you watched him kick his horse's sides and take off after Mina and Kirishima. You were close behind, standing in your saddle as you raced after him. He wanted you to call him by his first name? Maybe he did care for you, in a twisted distant sort of way.

Keigo and Kaminari were right, he did come back for you like they said he would. You smiled a bit as you followed Bakugou into a sparse forest. Even though you were still hurt by his actions from yesterday, what he just said soothed the sting a bit.

However, your smile was quickly wiped from your face when you came out to the open prairie again. Far in the distance, you could see Kirishima and Mina trying to cut Kaminari off from Keigo but they weren’t having much luck.

“Shit,” Bakugou hissed as he looked to where they were headed. There was one place he refused to ride and that was through the bramble wood in the distance. It was impossible to ride through there without cutting up the horse you were on, but he knew those two wouldn’t care.

“What?” you asked as you moved in next to him, your heart was hammering in your chest. This would be your first fight and you were terrified.

“We’re turning back,” Bakugou announced, “we can’t follow them through those brambles, it would make all our horses lame.”

“But they’ll get away,” you responded, “can’t we go around?”

Bakugou huffed, glancing around his surroundings. He could go around, but it wouldn’t make sense to camp somewhere with those two on the loose, and that was probably what Keigo wanted. For him to lean into his temper and follow him.

There was no need to scramble now. He needed to plan, make sure to cover any possibilities Keigo could conjure for when he meets him for one final time.

“It’s fine, this is better, we need to plan again,” Bakugou finally said and then whistled loudly, watching Kirishima and Mina turn back around.

You nodded, trusting Bakugou’s instincts. If he thought it was unwise to follow Keigo and Kaminari you would go along with it. Honestly, you had no problem not facing Keigo after the day you had.

Soon Mina and Kirishima came to stop next to you and Bakugou, both panting and dripping with sweat.

“We almost had ‘em!” Mina said between breaths, “nicked Kaminari in the side with my bullet.”

Bakugou snorted, “I know, but I’m not goin’ into those brambles. You know Kaminari led Keigo over there for a reason.”

“But we almost got ‘em!” Mina argued.

Kirishima shook his head, “Katsuki’s right, Keigo always has a plan. He probably still had the upper hand on us somehow, but now that we let them go, we’re finally on an even playing field.”

Mina sighed heavily, raising her arms above her head, “fine, you’re right. I would have gone after them either way. How could I not, I hate a snake,” she hissed, referring to Kaminari.

You sniffled, listening to the three of them talk before all eyes were on you, making you freeze.

“What happened to you?” Mina asked, referring to all the blood on you. In fact, you were partially soaked in it just from Izuku’s gunshot.

You frowned, thinking back on your father's gruesome death. It was horrific the way he died. At least he knew that you were innocent at the end of the day. A terrible feeling of grief entered your chest and you looked away from Mina to hide the wobbling of your bottom lip.

Kirishima snorted and grabbed Mina’s reins, leading her away from you. They had to pass through the town to get to the tracks, and he saw the bodies in the street. He knew one of them was your father.

You let out a breath as Mina and Kirishima moved away from you.

“C’mon,” Bakugou said from next to you, “better get back before it’s dark.”

You nodded, remaining silent as you rode next to him back to town.

—-------------------

You had learned that Izuku had lived. Just barely, he had lost a lot of blood and if Sero was any later getting him to Chiyo, he would have died. You told the others that they could stay in your house since no one was there anymore. Your mother had apparently left your father shortly after you were kidnapped to live with your sister.

You were now seated in a small room where Izuku was sleeping. He looked bad, to say the least. His shoulder was stitched and wrapped but he looked like he was in pain, even in his sleep. Apparently, he wasn’t expected to wake up for a few days, but you felt immensely guilty that he had gotten hurt.

It was always someone else taking your place.

Bakugou was watching you closely from where he was seated next to you. He had joined you to check up on his friend, and he was rather surprised to see you reach out and grab Deku’s hand.

It made him frustrated, if that was the word, seeing you so gentle with Deku. What had happened in the past twenty-four hours that made you so close? Or were you always this close. He did leave you with him for five days.

You shivered, feeling the intense gaze of Bakugou burn holes in the side of your head. So you turned your head, locking eyes with him.

He held your gaze before letting it drift down to your hands intertwined with Izuku’s and then he stood up. “We better get going, we’ll be leavin’ in the morning.”

You nodded, gently placing Izuku’s hand on his bare chest before following Bakugou out of the tiny hospital. Apparently, no one batted an eyelash watching you follow the most infamous outlaw in the west out of the hospital and through the town. Or they were too scared to say anything now that your town had no law enforcement.

With a sigh you mounted your horse and rode next to Bakugou back to your house. He was quiet, but it was different. Not the same stoic quietness that you were used to, but an irritated quiet.

The whole way back he didn’t say a word.

You tried not to care, but it was hard not to. He was still ever-present in your mind, despite how hard you wanted to push away your feelings.

Once you got back to your house the storm you predicted would come through finally started to kick in. It was a gentle summer storm, with soft rain and rumbling thunder. You had put everyone's horses in Torino’s stable, without asking him, but you were sure he wouldn’t care. Then you made your way inside.

Your house was different on the inside too. All the furniture was gone, the plush carpet on the stairs was ripped out. So your father wasn’t lying when he said the house was going to be taken by the bank.

Mina, Kirishima, and Sero were already asleep on the floor, sprawled out on bedrolls, and probably thankful to not be out in the rain. You, however, made your way up to your room, well old room.

It was empty except for your feather mattress and a few clothes strewn about. Thankfully you found another shirt and a pair of jeans since your current ones were covered in blood. You set them out of the bed before making your way back outside and sitting on the porch steps, letting the gentle rain wash away the blood from your skin and clothes.

There was a lot on your mind tonight. Tokoyami, Toshinori, your father, and Izuku.

Their faces flashed in your mind as you rubbed your cheek, trying to get more blood off your skin. You hated blood. It was thick, hot, and the metallic smell was enough to turn your stomach.

The door opened behind you and you looked back over your shoulder to see that Bakugou was behind you. You watched him shut the door and walk out into the rain before sitting next to you. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs, staring into your ruined garden.

“” M sorry ‘bout your father,” Bakuguo said after a long stretch of silence.

You nodded. He knew you didn’t like your father even now still, but it was nice of him to say something. “Thanks.”

Bakugou hummed, keeping his gaze set on your upturned tomatoes. They still had fruit on them.

You fell into silence again, watching the rain hit the earth and lightning flash softly in the distance. It was nice, but you were starting to grow ansty. Surely there was a reason he came out here and sat next to you so willingly.

“Quit squirmin’,' Bakugou said gruffly from next to you, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You stilled, sighed heavily as you turned your body to face him, “why’d you come out here?”

“Am I not allowed to?” he asked, turning his face towards you and raising his eyebrows.

You shook your head, “no you are, I just-” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose between two fingers. “You made it seem like you wanted nothing to do with me after what happened, between us,” you blurted out.

Bakugou froze, eyes slightly widening at your confession. “I never said that.”

“Well, you implied it-”

“I just saved you from dyin’ today and you’re telling me that I want nothin’ to do with you?” he said, clearly growing agitated.

“No!” you cut in, folding your hands into fists, “no, I don’t mean that, and I’m so thankful you did save me, really, but why are you actin’ like everything is normal?”

“Well it is,” he answered dully, turning his gaze away from you again.

You frowned, he was so thick-headed. “Katsuki,” you began, which immediately got his attention again. His eyes snapped right back to yours and were wide with shock, “you can’t just pretend like nothing happened, at least I won't. I know you said that stuff doesn’t work out for you, which is fine”

You took a breath, finally coming to terms with your feelings. You liked him a lot. But if he wasn’t going to be there for you like that, then you couldn’t stay tied to someone who didn’t want you. Izuku was right, you needed a better man, someone who wanted to try, even if they were scared.

“But I’m not gonna stick around after this, I can’t-”

“It’s Deku isn’t it,” Bakugou interrupted, his voice was bitter.

“What?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. Now you were the one who was confused.

“I saw the way you were lookin’ at him, the way you were holdin’ his hand,” Bakugou admitted, his voice was quiet and low, “you care for him.”

You sighed, “I do care for him.”

Bakugou tensed from next to you, clenching his jaw as he moved to get up.

You frowned, reaching out to yank him back down, “stop runnin’ away, I’m not done,” you told him harshly as he sat back down again. This time you kept your hand on his sleeve, holding him tightly so he wouldn’t run off like he always does. “I care about him, but not in the same way I care about you. You piss me off to hell, and I hate how much of a hold you have on me.

Which is why I need to leave when this is over. I can’t keep lookin’ at you knowin’ you don’t want the same,” you admitted, feeling like a weight had been lifted off your chest.

Bakugou was still like he was stunned.

You let your gaze drop to the ground and you released your grip on his shirt and stood up. It was nice getting everything off your chest, but now the humiliation was starting to set in.

“You piss me off too,” Bakugou said, stumbling over his words.

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you looked down at him, “nice to know-”

“And you annoy the hell out of me, always got something snarky to say,” he continued his voice wavering a bit, “but you’ve got a strong spirit, I admire it.”

You froze, slowly sitting back down as he continued to speak.

“I like listening to you talk, you could talk to me about your stupid tomatoes for hours and I’d listen. I like riding with you, I just,” he furrowed his brows trying to find his next words, “I care about you too, and it scares the hell out of me. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before.”

You swallowed thickly, your eyes searching his as he waited for you to answer. You did start to smile though, which made him relax his shoulders that were bunched to his ears again. “It scares me too. I think it’s scary for everyone, really.”

Bakugou snorted, a smile slowly growing across his features, “gotta hard time believin’ that princess.”

Your face warmed as you both fell into a comfortable silence, just watching the storm pass in front of you. After a moment, he had moved closer to you to where his knee and shoulder were pressed against yours.

It was nice, you thought, a sweet moment shared between you both before the storm tomorrow.