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littlxpxtal · 8 months ago

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Oxytocin

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 2.4K

I wanna do bad things to you

I wanna make you yell

I wanna do bad things to you

Don't wanna treat you well

December Continued

The sound of male voices echo throughout the backyard as Kelce, Topper and Rafe make their way around the back to meet us. I pulled out chairs for them with blankets on each chair.

Topper is carrying a case of beer while Kecle and Rafe follow behind them.

“So this is where the party is.” he asks, a little too loudly for how quiet the neighborhood is.

“Smells loud.” Rafe says, crinkling his nose.

“Hope you got enough for us,” Kelce chimes in, greeting me and Sabrina with a hug. Topper hugs us next and Rafe takes the seat next to me, not acknowledging either of us. I glance at Sabrina and she shrugs her shoulders.

I light up the joint from before, passing it to the boys, while Topper passes out the beer he brought with him.

“So how was Carissa’s” Sabrina asks. Rafe shrugs his shoulder while taking a drag with one hand, cracking open his beer with the other. I watched him from the corner of my eye. He was wearing a dark green hoodie and black jeans. His hair was a mess, probably from him running is fingers through it too much. He passes me the joint and I bring it to my lips.

“Was alright. Ratio was off to begin with. Then some dumbasses got on her roof and her mom called the cops.” Kecle responds

“Yikes” I say, exhaling the smoke into the air, passing to Sabrina.

“Noah was there.” Topper says with a wink. I can practically hear Rafe roll his eyes. He adjusts in his seat and pulls out his phone.

“Whats with you two.” Kelce asks taking a sip from his beer.

“Literally nothing.” I snap. “We studied this week for calc and everyones makin a big deal about it.”

“Jeez Y/N just a question.” Topper says, raising his hands in defense.

“Jus annoying that everyone has something to say. I hang with Pogue’s and everyone talks about me. I hang with kooks and everyone talks about me.” I huff, taking a sip of my beer.

“Seems like thats all anyone is like here in the OuterBanks.” Kelce says, taking a drag of the almost gone joint.

“Can’t wait to get the fuck out of here.” I say under my breath.

“I’ll cheers to that” he says, holding his drink up.

“Yo Y/N can I use your bathroom?” Topper asks.

“Yea me too” Kelce chimes in. Sabrina perks up

“I can show you guys where it is.” she stands and guides them through the back door, leaving me and Rafe alone.

“Did you have a good time at Carissa’s?” I ask without looking at him. He adjusts in his seat again, turning towards me.

“Nah. Shes fuckin annoying.” I roll my eyes and make a face.

“What?” he asks, inching closer.

“Nothin. Just thought y’all were friends or somethin.” I say, remembering the way he brushed her hair back behind her ear in class and all the times I’ve seen her stand at his locker this week.

He shakes his head in response and stares at me. I feel my face flush and I turn back to the fire.

“I like you without makeup.” he finally says after a few moments of silence. I immediately become self conscious, forgetting that I was literally in my pajamas.

“Thanks” I mumble, not looking at him. I feel his eyes still inspecting my face.

“Is Sabrina spending the night” he asks. I finally turn to look at him and shrug.

“Not sure we hadn’t really talked about it. Shes been here since like 7:30 but she lives right down the street so it’s up to her.” he nods in response and faces towards the fire. My eyes are locked on the way his jaw clenches and releases as he thinks.

More moments of silence pass before I hear the footsteps of our friends returning. Sabrina has her bookbag on his shoulders and shes stumbling.

“Hey Y/N think ‘m gonna go home.” I gulp and stare at her.

“You sure you can walk home like this?” I ask, concerned that she would end up going trying to get to Derek’s again.

“Top and Kelce are gonna walk me home.” I raise an eyebrow and look at the two boys hovering behind her.

“Rafe you can come or just chill here, up to you man. I gotta get up hella early for my study group” Kelce says groaning. Top shoves his shoulder and they play fight while Rafe stays staring into the fire.

“I’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow” he finally says. Topper nods his head and slinks his arm around Sabrina, holding her up steady.

“Text me when youre home okay Sab?” I say, standing up to give her a hug.

“You’re such a good friend.” she slurs into my neck. I laugh and kiss the top of her head.

“Get her home safe boys.” I say sternly, giving them a mom look and they salute to me

“Yes ma’am” they say in sync.

I watch them as they walk around the side of the house to the front.

I start to pick up everyones blankets, folding them into squares and putting the chairs back to their appropriate places.

“Lemme help” Rafe finally says, grabbing a hold of the large stack of blankets I just folded. I shut off the fire in then guide him through the back door and point to where the outdoor blankets live next to the extra patio furniture corner of the basement.

“You like Game of Thrones?” I ask, breaking another awkward silence. He finally cracks a smile for the first time that night.

“No but I take you as a girl who loves that fantasy porn shit.” I laugh at his condescending remark and walk over towards my bedroom. He follows silently behind and closes my bedroom door behind him.

The only lights on in my room is the lamp on my nightstand and the glow from the TV. I slip off the hoodie and sweatpants I put on over my pajama set, setting them on my vanity chair.

I crawl onto my bed and Rafe stands at the edge watching me before deciding to take his own hoodie and shoes off, sitting towards the edge. I press play on the episode I left off on when Sabrina and I decided to go outside.

“Alright so this is House Stark, Bran, Robb Arya and Sansa are all children of Catelyn and Eddard Stark. Then Jon Snow is the bastard son of Eddard Stark. They rule the North” I explain as the characters appear.

“Okay buts what with the incest freaks?” he asks, staring intently at the screen.

“Thats Cersei and Jamie Lannister. Technically Cersei is married to King Baratheon but she is in love with her brother, the King Slayer.”

“Why do they call him the King Slayer?”

“He was in the kingsguard for Aerys Targaryen. Swore an oath to protect him and the kingdom. But the king went insane. It was so bad they referred to him as the “Mad King” and Jamie killed him.” his eyes widen and he turns back to the screen.

“This is fucking derranged.” I laugh at his curiousity.

“I knew you’d like it” I said smugly. After a few more scenes Rafe scoots back on the bed, resting his back on my headboard.

Heat raises along my skin at our proximity. I can smell a faint hint of his cologne lingering on him. I stare down at his hands, a gold ring on his index finger that he occasionally plays with. My eyes follow up on his arms, veins protruding on his forearms. His biceps bulge out of his blue shirt. As my eyes make my way up to his face, I find him already looking down at him.

He extends his neck down and gently places his lips against mine. I lean up into the kiss, grabbing his neck with one hand, using my other to push myself up on the bed. He grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap, my legs straddling the sides of him. I push him into my headboard, our lips moving at a fast pace, heavy breaths exchanged between the two of us.

His hands slip up my top, fondling my boobs with both hands. I groan into the kiss, rutting my crotch against his.

“Whaddya want pretty girl” he whispers into the kiss. I whimper lightly as his fingers pinch my nipples. He takes my open mouth as an opportunity to stick his tongue in, circling erotically around the inside of my mouth. I pull alway to catch my breath, my forehead resting against his.

“I want you.” he smirks at response, pulling my top above my head with a swift motion. We undress each other between kisses and I find myself under him, completely naked.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks.

“What you dont carry them with you? Thought you were at Carissa’s earlier” I say with a snark expression. He rolls his eyes and brings his hand up to grab my face, squeezing my jaw with his hand.

“Answer the question.” My pussy throbs at the feeling of his hand squeezing my face and I shut my eyes.

“Nightstand. Bottom drawer” He releases his grip and leans over the bed opening the drawer.

“Nice toys” he remarks. I internally cringe, feeling embarrassment radiate through my body. “And you have lube. Guess your not as much of a prude as I thought.”

I scoff and lightly push his shoulder.

“What did you think I was a virgin or something?”

He smiles down at the packet and opens it with his teeth, pouring a tiny drop of lube on the tip, rubbing it down his shaft. I watch him intently and he looks back at me as he adjusts himself at my entrance.

“Nah just didn’t know you fucked all like that.”

“I dont” I state, my arms gripping his biceps as he pushes his tip slowly in, stretching me out.

“Fuck” I hiss.

“Obviously not cus you’re tight as fuck.” he groans, dipping his head down to the crook of my neck. He readjusts his angle, lowering down to his forearms, before pushing his entire cock inside. I moan out, louder than I would’ve liked and he chuckles into my neck.

“You feel fucking amazing” he whispers before sucking harshly onto the side of my neck, slowly thrusting himself in and out of my pussy. I wrap my legs up around his waist, nails digging into his arms.

“Fuck Rafe fuck” I cry out. His hand snakes up behind my head, grabbing a fisful of my hair, pushing my head up to meet his, our mouths colliding with passion as he starts to quicken his pace.

The room is filled with the sounds of his skin slapping against mine, my uncontrollable moans and whimpers, his occasional grunts and the TV show in the background.

Our lips disconnect as he pushes himself back up and he pulls my arms off of his, putting them above me, his other hand trailing up to wrap around my throat. He applies light pressure before going back to thrusting inside of me. My eyes roll back, a string of ah, ah, ahs escaping my lips.

He squeezes my throat tighter and leans close to my face.

“Keep your eyes open” he commands. My eyes snap open to meet his, blown out and filled with lust. His tongue is slightly jutted out between his swollen lips, just like he does when hes concentrating in class. I whimper underneath him as I feel myself reaching my climax.

“Rafe ‘m”

“I know pretty girl I can feel you clenching around my fucking dick. feels fuckin awesome.” he says between his heavy breaths. “Go ahead and let yourself go, wanna feel you cum on me.”

Within seconds I let myself come undone beneath him, His hands release from around my neck and he lowers himself down to interlock lips again. I gasp into his mouth as I unravel beneath him, his climax following soon after. We exchange moans between kisses as he sloppily thrusts, riding out his high. I go limp underneath him, in a blissed out daze, watching his face overcome with pleasure.

After regaining his composure, he pulls out and I whimper at the absence of him inside of me. He gets off the bed, throwing the condom into the trashcan and making his way to my bathroom. I watch him as he cleans himself up, just like last time. He wanders around the room looking for his clothes.

“So was this your plan all along?” I ask, pulling my own clothes back on.

“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling his t shirt on.

“Having Top call Sabrina and crashing our girls night.”

“No, my end goal of tonight was not to fuck you.” he states simply, sitting at the edge of the bed to put his shoes back on. “Tops just fuckin obsessed with Sab.” he says in a ushed tone.

“I knew it.” I said, perking up on the bed. “They’d be cute… I think?” I say, pondering the thought.

“How’s that feel, both of your best friends dating the same dude” Rafe says with a sarcastic tone.

“Sarah and Top barely dated. That was like forever ago.” I say, standing up, walking towards him. He grabs his hoodie and scans the room.

“You got any more of those calculators?” he asks, pointing at my desk. I walk over to the desk and pick up the calculator he motioned towards.

“Yea I have two, why?”

“Can I borrow one for my micro exam?” he asks.

“Um sure. Wait, do you not have one?” he takes the calculator from my hand and shakes his head.

“Nah I always stole Top’s before class but we have the exam at the same time.”

“That exams no joke.” I say, remembering the headache I had exiting the final exam last year.

“Yea I’m kinda fucked.” he says with a frown.

“Want some of my notes?” I ask, already rummaging through my drawers. “Here, I made this study packet for myself last year.” Handing him the booklet I made for finals. He flicks throught he pages, eyes widening.

“Holy shit you’re a bigger nerd than I thought.” he says, laughing to himself.

“You want to pass or not?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips.

He looks up and smiles.

“Thanks. I’ll see ya later pretty girl.” he says before walking out of the patio doors.

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solarwynd · 10 months ago

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Hi!

Thank goodness I was "able to catch you" while your asks are still open. I'm new army (does being into bts for a year and half now count as "new"?) and I've noticed how armys or other members' solos seem to always have a problem with jimin specifically? Yesterday pjms were talking about how jimin was dragged last year for appearing on the big screen at yoongi's show only for it to turn out that Yoongi was the one who wanted it

Now I've noticed that it's always Jimin who gets such reactions. When he goes to support one of his members, they say he's an attention seeker trying to steal the other's shine. I saw the Hobipalooza reactions live, when it was reported that Jimin was on his way to see Hobi, people were so mad. They were sure he'd try to take over Hobi's stage and make the show all about him. Also when he was seen with Jk on the streets of New York, they called him a leech. And when Taehyung had a show (I can't remember what it was but it was when Taehyung had the silver hair) they said the same thing

I haven't been in the fandom that long I think but Jimin has never once struck me as the kind of person to be envious of others and deliberately take their spotlight or turn attention towards himself. Instead he is the one who supports his members the most and doesn't ever differentiate between them.

What breaks my heart the most is that you don't see such reactions when it's any other member visiting the others and supporting them. I've never seen others being accused of trying to steal a member's spotlight when they go to visit them while they are busy with a show. You might see a member being called a leech but it's only done in regards to a ship. "Oh he's just doing this to feed the delulu" but never the way Jimin is accused of doing.

All the members solos don't always have a problem with each other's faves. But when it comes to Jimin it's like they've all established that he's the enemy. Jjks and kths never hate on each other's faves the way they hate on Jimin. Rapline stans claim to have a disdain for Maknae Line for being privileged since debut and being overrated while their faves are overlooked, but if you see their hate tweets, it's all directed at Jimin while the other two seem practically non-existent to them. They were just vile and awful during FACE era accusing Jimin of payola and getting fraud achievements, they'd be at it for WEEKS, but when Jungkook actually got all that it was silence. The few who did speak out about did it with such a nonchalant vibe like they were obligated because they don't wanna be called out as hypocrites by pjms. And they only spoke of it once while for Jimin it looked like they didn't sleep just to keep the trend going.

It's just so bizarre and very sad. How there are so many people who are unable to see how Jimin is being treated, baffles me. Because even during my first week getting into BTS I'd find comments that would make me side eye. Jimin would be praised and armys would have a "okay can we move on" vibe about it and even comment "ooh you should see Hobi. Now that's dancing/JK has the most beautiful voice/Taehyung has the best stage presence" and the classic "ALL members are good on stage, ALL of vocal line have unique voices, ALL of BTS suppor each other not only one" but when any other member is praised they enthusiastically agree and even talk about more stuff said member is good at or their "iconic" moments, there's no comparison, no "but" no "all of them" comments. How does anyone else not see this?

Why is Jimin treated like a rival of BTS instead of one of its members? What did he do?

He didn’t do anything. People fear Jimin’s gravitational pull because it throws things off balance.

Rational people know Jimin has never been and isn’t an attention seeker. He’ll highlight and praise people ahead of himself (often at his own expense) because he’s humble. But irrational people find him the complete opposite and it’s not to any fault of his own, it’s just because people are naturally drawn to him. He’s an attention hogger. That’s what these people are really getting at. He doesn’t have to do much to have all eyes on him and that’s to the detriment of the other members whose stans feel like they’re superior to Jimin but don’t command that same interest as he does. (There’s even an older video of th calling him out on needing to tone it down) That’s why people think Jimin purposefully tries to upstage the other members, but it just turns out that way because he’s the best performer out the bunch. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Best example would be that same yg concert you mentioned. Jk went the day before Jimin and there wasn’t that much noise, (outside of armys). Then in comparison, when Jimin came the next day, the hype and anticipation was astronomical. Hit tweets everywhere. Everybody was talking about his LC stage and that Tony Montana pop up. And that’s where the insecurity started to seep through from different corners. Nobody had any reservations about Jk performing the day prior yet with Jimin all of a sudden it became an issue. Yg stans kept reiterating how jimin was at his sold out tour. Armys acting like jimin was a stranger that yg graciously allowed to perform, and of course jjk’s who were pissed because jimin’s day made more noise than jk’s did. (Also that the infamous “I heard you guys are having more fun today than yesterday line) I never took it as a direct jab at jk, obviously. He was referencing what yg said earlier I believe, but he still wasn’t wrong. You watch the vid of his LC performance and you listen to those fan chants? You can tell that they were it’s just the truth.

Another non bts example is something that recently happened at a Dune premiere with Zendaya and Timothee where she got that really cool robot archive pull. There was a Timothee stan that got mad because Zendaya was the talk of the night and nobody was really paying attention to him. Calling her an attention seeker as well and claiming that she did it to get people to focus on her. But you see how crazy that sounds? Zendaya is known for her outstanding looks just like Jimin is known for his performances and stage presence. They don’t have to put any extra effort into getting seen. Everybody was already gonna be focused on them anyway because of who they are. Neither one of them can help that they’re impactful, but people take it as a negative because they believe that they’re taking up too much attention and they feel like the person they stan is getting left behind.

It’s just like in the initial years of when BTS was really blowing up and you’d see kpop stans every under hit tweet or YouTube comment. Trying to promote their own favs get some recognition. Or when they’d get mad when whenever somebody mentioned kpop all they’d know was BTS. Exactly why you have all these ex armys running around so resentful towards them because they were obsessed with the underdog story. BTS didn’t fit that mold anymore. They went to find a group that was unknown and realized they’ll remain that way because BTS and kpop still go hand in hand. Some people are adverse to super popular things. They always have to tear it/them down. Nitpick and find something to devalue it or claim they don’t deserve their spot because someone else does. That’s why people hang onto jimin’s vocals for dear life and over exaggerate their response to any mishap he may have. They need something to knock him down a peg and keep him at ground level. It’s basically a way to placate themselves by framing it like it “he might be popular but he’s still imperfect as a performer.”

Armys also don’t do the unanimous ”they’re all good” for BTS out of respect for them as a group, because (as we’ve seen) they have no issue speaking in hyperbole for other members. They just have to neutralize the praise jimin gets because it’s a way to take away from the spotlight put on him so he doesn’t shine as much. Another tactic kpop stans used to use, but armys conveniently act like they haven’t also acquired. They’ll use the guise of the OT7 umbrella to make it look like jimin getting his dues doesn’t bothers them, but realistically they know each bts member does not have equal talent. Some have their strong suits and in other areas they lack. With Jimin, people can talk about that encore all day and barring the unwarranted hate boner towards him, they still can’t truthfully say Jimin can’t sing at all because he can. His vocal color is unique and pretty. (people can have their preferences for others, not a problem.) and it caries a certain Je ne sais quoi that makes him that much more alluring.

Jimin’s just a powerhouse all on his own. Hybe knows it, armys know it and kpop stans know it. That’s why they all restrict, undermine or berate him at every turn (respectively). As long as Jimin is Jimin, he’s gonna be a threat and the anomaly, similar to how BTS was but on an individual level.

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lazy-cat13 · 5 months ago

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I'll post the Invi and Ash connection tomorrow

Day 4: Dreams.

This'll be my first fanfic I think wish me luck

Black=Ash

Red= brain

Pink= Ash's chirithy

Orange=brains chirithy

Cursing (rarely)

The two hold hands and hug, but it's platonic. They're besties.

I did my best don't judge

@khoc-week

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(Ash pov) It's a peaceful sunny morning in Daybreak Town. No Lux collecting this morning, nothing big. Just me and Brain going out to get croissants and cocoa like any other day. Hopefully it's like this for the rest of the day, I don't really want to get caught in a fight. It's coming too common and it's too hard to ignore now.

"You seem stressed." A voice startles me.

"ACK! wudduya want?!"

"Jeez, relax, just me." Oh. Just Brain.

"Sorry, just scared me. . ." I tuck my hands into the pockets of my sweater.

"Eh, don't worry about it. Seriously though, you're really tense, something is bothering you."

Yeah. . . Something is, but I don't wanna stress him out too much. There's already so many things going on, street fights, a war between unions, joining the Dandelions, don't want to add another thing on his plate. . .

"Nothing! Don't worry about it!" I smile trying to hide any sign of stress.

"uhh huhhh. . . We're gonna have to talk about this later then. . ."

"ugh, fine. Let's get food first."

We enter Fountain Square (that's what I like to call it not sure if that's the cannon name) just to see another fight start to break out.

"shiiittt. . ." We both say in unison.

I shakingly put on my headphones to block out some sounds. While Brain tips his fadora

Don't involve me, Don't involve me, Don't involve me, Don't involve me. . .

My breathing picks up.

Brain says something but it's muffled by the headphones. Then he grabs my hand and power walks through the streets of Daybreak Town.

We walk into an alleyway away from people, and he pulls off my headphones.

"It's alright now. . . We're away from crowds. . . Breathe. . ."

I sat down on a box, breathing slowling, but my foot starts to tap vigorously.

A feline wearing headphones poofs next to me.

"Ash! There you are! I've been looking for you back at the apartment!" Oh. It's Chir

"oh no! What happened?!" She runs over to me and sits on my lap giving me a hug.

"well, we were on the way to the cafe, then we ran into a street fight that was going to break out, and we got outta there as quickly as we could. They've been off all day"

"you've been having that dream again, haven't you Ashy?"

"yeah. . ." I finally answer

"Dream?" Brain tilts his head.

Chiri turns around "they've been having a lot of bad dreams lately, waking up crying in fear. . ."

I look away

Great. . . Now he's gonna be stressed. . .

Brain sighs "how 'bout we talk about this after we get something to eat. . . Sound good?"

"yeah. Can we try avoiding crowds?"

" 'course. And we can get our chirithys a sweet treat too." He smiles at chiri

"Woo! Chocolate croissants!" Chiri jumps in excitement.

I giggle a little "all right let's go."

He gives a soft smile "if you need anything, remember we're here for you."

"yeah, yeah. I know. . . Thank you."

"it's nothing. . . Let's go before anything else starts up."

We hold hands for comfort before getting to the cafe and we order some pastries and a cocoa for each of us. and we make our way to the hill. I carried the cocoas while Brain carried the pastry box. Once we made it to the top of the hill I handed him his cocoa while he handed me my croissant.

"chirithy!!"

"yeah Brain? Oh hi Ash!" I wave to his chirithy

"here chocolate croissant! Your favorite!" He tosses the feline a croissant

"Oh! Yummy! Thank you!" And they take a bite

"chiri! Croissant!"

Chiri poofs in my lap in excitement grabbing the croissant

"Thank you!!!"

"so. . . You gonna tell me about this nightmare?"

I take a sip of cocoa

". . . Well, it's about the war. . . I know it's gonna happen but. . . I don't want it to, so I keep having nightmares about being a part of it. Getting killed by someone I might know, don't know, or a union leader. . . Hundreds of deaths, keyblades everywhere. Every dream is a little different , whether I live or die, who I die from, what side I'm on. It's like I'm someone else Everytime. . . It's just scary!" Tears start welling up.

"sh, sh, shhh, it's alright. . . It's just a dream, remember. . ." He brings them In for a hug "chiri, how long has this been happening?"

"past week. . ." She puts down her croissant and joins the hug. Eventually brains chirithy joins too

Safe, I feel safe.

"how bout we stop by the book store on the way back?"

"heh, could always use another sketchbook."

"didn't you get one last week?"

"already filled it."

"What am I gonna do with you?"

"I 'unno." I shove a half eaten croissant in my mouth

"HEY! IS THAT MY CROISSANT?!"

"yep."

Brain reaches and steals my croissant that was sitting on a plate

"hey!-"

"oi, you're one to talk, you just stole mine!"

End.

It's 2Am and hopefully I don't cringe at it when I wake up, this can also count under connection .

#kingdom hearts #kh brain #brain's chirithy #kh chirithy #khocweek2024 #kh oc week 2024 #kh oc

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catiecat1320 · 3 months ago

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Sonadowtober Prompt 10: On a Date

Shadow is a bit lacking in the romantic department…

Aka, the most oblivious boy.

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It’d started off when he ran into Sonic.

In his defense, it was just like every other time they met. Sonic had challenged him to a race down the length of the beach the cliff they stood on overlooked. The day was young, as they say, so of course he’d accepted.

The flat terrain had given Shadow the upper hand, sand melting into brittle, paper thin glass under the heat of his rocket skates, crunching as he pulled ahead, leaving Sonic in the dust; sand wasn’t the hero’s strong suit. Perhaps that win should’ve been the first sign that something was different.

But he stayed oblivious, even as Sonic offered to buy him ice cream to commemorate his victory. Usually he would deny having lost and race again, but Shadow was too caught up in the fact that he’d won to think anything was off.

Sonic yapped all the way to the parlor, about something trivial that Shadow doesn’t remember. The hero filled the space like that a lot, going on and on and on. It was a wonder he didn’t run out of breath or things to say.

At one point, some of those adventures he spoke so fondly of had to be imaginary, right?

Before they could get their treats, a rumbling like thunder shook the whole street.

Eggman. Again.

The sheer force of the robot speeding down the road caused a gust of wind that left both hedgehogs’ quills looking like they walked through a hurricane.

The fight was on.

They were a force to be reckoned with, that much couldn’t be denied. Even as Eggman gloated about the glory of his newest bot, there was a doubt in his voice that betrayed his worry of how it’d stand against the two most powerful beings on the planet.

It didn’t stand very well. Between two hedgehogs, there was a silent agreement on their roles. Shadow ceded the main threat to the ever enthusiastic Sonic, focusing on crushing the lackluster army of badniks that provided support. The hero still hadn’t shut up, taunts tossed out every few moments as he danced around the mech, high on adrenaline.

All in all, it was quick work. Linked in a double spin attack, they dealt the last blow, shredding through the metal mech like a knife through butter. Eggman scrambled to eject before the core exploded in a glorious fireball. He didn’t even threaten to return this time before hauling his ass out of there.

Sonic had blown a raspberry at his long time nemesis before hopping over to where Shadow was observing the wreck.

He wasn’t expecting the hug.

It wasn’t like the bear hugs that Amy gave out on the regular, nor the brief, comforting, pat-on-the-back hugs that Rouge offered occasionally. It was uniquely Sonic in the way it was casual, just a side hug that was easily shrugged out of, yet at the same time it was so personal, so trusting, so soft.

“Do you still wanna get ice cream?” Sonic asked, like he didn’t just turn his rival upside down in three seconds. He was suddenly so keenly aware of the way the sun shone on cobalt quills, setting in emerald eyes.

Shadow managed to answer with a no, no longer feeling like it.

Sonic offered to stay with him as he made the trip back home. They kept pace with each other, slowly getting closer until they were touching shoulders. Then Sonic clasped their hands, humming quietly. It was around then that Shadow realized there was something different, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. Before he could figure it out… “Shadow! There you are!”

Both hedgehogs turn around, met with an amused look from Rouge. “Oh, I see. That’s why. Sorry for interrupting your date, boys. Carry on!”

Shadow stared at her like she lost her head. “This… isn’t a date.”

Beside him, Sonic shuffled awkwardly as Rouge glanced at him, then back at Shadow, then back at him. She might as well write disbelief on her face in ink with the look she was giving them. He doesn’t see what’s so hard to understand.

“I’m so sorry you have to deal with this dumbass,” Rouge finally says to Sonic, rolling her eyes in Shadow’s direction.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” He turns to Sonic as well, who’s trying to look everywhere but at him. “This… this isn’t a date right?”

The blue hedgehog grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “I mean, I kinda hoped it was.”

Oh.

Rouge groans, burying her face in her hands. “You two are absolutely hopeless.”

“Hey, I tried!” Sonic protests. “Shadow’s just really oblivious!”

“Don’t blame me,” he shoots back, despite knowing that yes, perhaps he was just as dumb romantically as Sonic was at everything else.

Looking back with context, some actions Sonic took made a lot more sense. Gosh.

“It’s not too late to save your date?” Rouge suggested.

Shadow nods, glancing at Sonic, who cocked his head in curiosity. “I’m getting you ice cream.”

“What no! I’m getting you ice cream,” the hero responds. They lock eyes, thoughts concurrent.

“Winner treats the loser!” Sonic yells, dashing off in a blur of blue, tailed closely by gold. Rouge watches as they speed off into the sunset, rubbing her temples.

Boys.

#Sonic could probably tell him “I love you” and Shadow would look around for who he’s talking to #sonadowtober #sonadowtober 2024 #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #oneshot #fluff #oblivious #feelings realization #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #cross posted on ao3 #CatieCatWorks

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starsstuddedsky · 2 years ago

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Tip the Glass, Pour Me Out

reader x jun

summary: drunk confessions, one sided love, and late realizations

genre: fluff, pure fluff

warnings: food, alcohol, lmk if i missed any

wc: 2.4k

a/n: hello <3 i love this silly little story pls enjoy

Your head falls onto Jun’s shoulder. “Too heavy,” you mumble. He sighs, shifting your weight on his back so that you don’t fall off. How many times has he done this now?

Your arms tighten around his neck, loose enough so that he can still breathe, though it puts a strain on his throat.

“What happened to no more drinking?” He asks, pulling your arm down by your hand. You catch his hand before he can hook it back under your leg.

“Alcohol is my friend,” you say.

Jun laughs. “Somehow I don’t think you’ll be saying that in the morning.” He doesn’t have to turn his head to know that you are pouting. He knows it won’t last, and sure enough, in a couple minutes you’re mumbling the melody to a song he doesn’t recognize.

“Six, seven, eight, triple nine, eight, two, one, two, baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you, tonight but I cannot, babygirl, and that’s the issue,” you sing, nodding your head back and forth, accidentally bumping what feels like your forehead into the back of his head. It doesn’t hurt, but you finally let go of his hand to rub the spot, mumbling apologies. He sets his arm back around your leg where it’s wrapped around his waist.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and he feels you press a kiss to the back of his head. When he turns his head to face you, he has to fight not to smile, turning back to stare at the street because he can’t help himself.

“Is this the part where you tell me you like me or are we still too far away from your place?” He asks.

You slap his shoulder, though it isn’t hard. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on, yn,” he says. “The last three parties you went to that you got drunk, I carried you home, and you told me something along the lines of ‘I’m desperately in love with you and can never tell you because I know you don’t feel the same way, so keep this secret for me and don’t break my heart,’ and then you wake up and don’t remember a thing. I figured the song was a part of it, but now I’m thinking Vernon played too much 2000s music tonight.”

“There’s no such thing as too much 2000s throwback,” you say, indignant.

“Very crafty way of avoiding my actual question,” Jun says. “But I’m holding you to it.” Because tonight, unlike those other nights, Jun has come to expect it. He’s waiting for it, though he can’t quite figure out why. He’s hoping when you confess (again), he’ll have a lightbulb moment that will give him a reason for the way his heart is pounding and why he can’t stop thinking about you.

You hum against his shoulder, finally tapping him and saying, “Down please.”

He obliges, crouching so that your feet touch the pavement and letting his arms go. He waits until you’re standing on your own before he straightens. You stumble a few steps before he catches you, linking your arms together so that you have something steady to hold on to. The orange streetlights make your eyes glow, and Jun is frozen for a moment staring at them, trying to think of a word to describe them. Ethereal doesn’t even come close. You don’t seem to notice, turning and walking down the street, pulling him along with you.

“I do like you,” you finally say. “You are… a dream, to me.” Jun waits, watching the way you pout your lower lip just a tiny bit farther than your top lip as you think. “But I don��t want to like a dream. I want to like something real. I want to be with someone real. And I’m really not drunk enough for this conversation.”

Jun doesn’t know why his heart sinks at the thought of you not liking him anymore. The first time you confessed he had been confused; you were an expert at hiding your feelings and he didn’t expect it at all until that night. Ever since then, he’s been hyper aware of you, trying to see if you treat him any differently than your shared friends, if you are looking at him when he isn’t watching, if what you said was real or just words spoken while drunk. You were so good at hiding it, he thought you might have been joking. Until the second confession.

“It’s a secret, but I think I’m in love,” you said. He can still hear your whisper.

By the third time, he knew it was coming. It didn’t scare him like the first two, and he even hugged you a little bit longer than usual when he dropped you off because he thought it might make you happy (and maybe because he wanted to imagine what it would be like if he wasn’t just a friend).

Tonight he looks at you and he doesn’t want to imagine. He wants to see you smile and say that you are still in love. In love with him. But instead you say that you are tired of this unrequited love.

He doesn’t say much else for the rest of the walk, wrestling with a traitorous heart that aches every time he looks at you. The walk seemed to sober you up as well; you’re able to find your key on your own for once.

“Thank you for taking me home,” you say. “Again.” Maybe it’s his imagination, but your smile doesn’t seem to reach your eyes.

“Always,” Jun says, and he means it. He waits until you wave from the window before he begins the lonely walk home. He barely notices the chill of the night air, so distracted by thoughts of you that he’s home before he realizes it.

He’s alone, the rest of his roommates apparently crashing with Vernon. It gives him the privacy he needs to collapse onto bed and stare at the ceiling, the sleep that he suddenly desperately wants eluding him.

He can’t stop thinking about your sad smile, how you said you wanted someone real. Is he not real? Why are you giving up on him so suddenly?

Jun stares at the ceiling and can’t understand his own heart. What he wants more than anything is to see you smile, a real smile, like when he makes a joke and you’re the first to get it.

That’s when he finally understands, and Jun realizes what an absolute idiot he is. He shoots up in bed, throwing his blankets off. He’s tempted to go to you now, heart so full of energy that he thinks it might burst if he doesn’t talk to you. But it’s so late the sun is about to come up, and while you weren’t as drunk as you have been, Jun would rather not tell you this while you’re hungover, so he forces himself to lay back in bed and wait, and somewhere along the way he drifts off into sleep.

You walk slower than usual, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your shoulders. It’s the first truly warm day of spring, though the forecast had predicted there would be a chill this weekend. You’re glad for that, because the park isn’t nearly as crowded as it would have been. As it is, children and dogs are all over the place, and you’ve seen more than a few couples walking around, hand in hand and probably ridiculously in love.

You push away the bitterness, trying to pretend like you are happy for them. You have to focus on the possibility of happiness instead of this ugly jealousy that has grown from your own unrequited love. It’s part of why you are finally giving up on it, what started as a silly crush turning into something you don’t recognize any more.

Your head is still filled with what-ifs as you walk across the park, searching for the very person that has twisted your heart. Maybe it’s stupid of you to agree to a picnic with him, but you want to put this past you. The first step to that is letting go, and to do that, you have to tell him how you feel, for real. No more drunken confessions that you only half remember.

He’s sitting near the path on a checkered blanket. He’s hardly the only one to have a picnic blanket spread out, but he’s still the only one you can see, your heart jumping at the sight of him. You wonder if you can train yourself out of it.

He breaks out into a grin when he sees you, waving so aggressively that his whole body sways. You smile despite the swarm of angry butterflies in your stomach, walking a little bit faster to get to him quicker.

“Hey, I’m glad you came,” he says, patting the space next to him. There’s no basket but you can see Tupperware containers stacked neatly in his bag. Jun had insisted that he bring all the food, telling you that “you just need to show up.” It was sort of strange, but you rarely truly understand Jun. It’s part of why you like him so much.

“Well, you promise homemade food,” you say. “I’ve never had Jun-food, but Seungkwan promised me it was worth it. I think he was jealous he wasn’t invited.” You laugh, hoping your nerves don’t show. Truth be told, you weren’t sure why he invited you alone. Sure you were friends, but the only time you had ever been alone together was when he took you home while you were drunk (and one very awkward car ride when he brought you back from the beach trip because his cat was sick and you had an allergic reaction to the air freshener in the beach house and were covered in bright red hives).

Jun has always been a friend of a friend that you fell in love with. Now you have to figure out how to drag yourself out of love, but Jun is making that impossible, just by existing. He seems more restless than usual, turning to pull the food out, then putting it back and turning back to face you as you cross your legs and sit next to him.

“I have something to tell you,” he blurts out. He stares at his feet, the edge of the blanket, the dogs chasing each other, everything but you.

“Yeah?” You ask when he doesn’t say anything else, eyes turning to his hands in his lap.

“Okay, so, I’ve been thinking,” he says, looking up at the people spread across the open space. You can’t take your eyes off him, the way he seems to glow in the sunlight. “And I think I’m really dumb. It’s harsh, but it’s true, because I had these feelings and I didn’t like that you don’t like me anymore and I’m sorry that this is so late, and if you don’t feel the same way anymore, I don’t blame you, I mean, it took me too long to realize this and I’m terrible at saying stuff like this but you should know because it’s all that I think about and I just want you to know how I feel.”

You frown, trying to understand. You think you know what he’s trying to say but you can’t let your heart go wild without hearing him say it for real. “What are you saying, Jun?”

He blinks. “I like you.”

You shake your head. “Don’t tease me.”

“I wouldn’t,” he says, frowning. “Never. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to realize it, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore, so if you want, we can pretend like this never happened and I will shut up about this and nothing has to change.”

Nothing has to change. You laugh, bitter at first, then devolving into uncontrollable giggles.

“Are you okay?” Jun asks, worry seeping into his voice. “I didn’t mean to insult you, or— or—”

“No, it’s not that,” you say, gasping for breath. “I— I just came here ready to finally tell you how I felt. Feel.” You take another deep breath, wiping a few tears from your eyes. “I was ready to give up loving you.” You sit up straight, meeting his gaze. “And then you say you like me.”

“I do,” Jun says, the corners of his lips turning up into a hopeful smile. “A lot. I really like you.” And you think maybe you can believe him. He slides a little closer to you, though he stops before his leg presses against yours. He leans closer, and for a second you think he’s going to kiss you.

“I made really good noodles,” he whispers.

You laugh, pushing him gently away. He digs through his bag to pull out the dish.

“Was this your back up plan?” You ask, accepting the chopsticks. “Seduce me with food?”

He shrugs. “They’re really good.”

More than anything you want to sit with Jun and eat his noodles, but you have to ask. “Jun?”

He’s still digging through the food, pulling out fruits and side dishes. He stops when you rest your hand on his, turning to face you and tilting his head in question.

“You said you like me.” He nods. “And I really like you.”

“I hope so, or this is going to get really awkward.”

You smile, but it fades quickly. “So where do we go from here?”

“Like for dessert? Because I brought cake.” He isn’t even joking, pointing to an adorable little cake adorned with strawberries.

“No,” you say. “I mean, me and you.” What are we? You can’t quite bring yourself to ask.

“Oh, right,” he says, dropping his head. “I guess if you don’t want to date, that’s okay.”

“What are you talking about?” You feel daring enough to catch his chin, lifting his head to look him in the eyes. “Jun, I’m trying to tell you that I want to date you.”

“Oh.” He smiles. “Good. Me too.”

Hearing the words out loud makes your head spin. You are about to let go of his chin but he leans closer, breath kissing your lips.

“Is it noodle time?” You ask.

“Actually I’d like to try kissing you,” he says. You don’t trust yourself to answer so you nod. He lingers for a moment longer, flickering between your eyes and your lips before leaning closer, and you close your own eyes. He kisses you.

And he is right: the noodles are really good.

#🌟 stars galaxy #seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt #svt reader #wen junhui #seventeen jun #jun x reader #wen junhui x reader #jun fluff #seventeen fluff

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itsparis-07 · 9 months ago

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welp here's the script i was hyping up, sooo i want you guys to treat this like first fic and I don't minds some tips and other comments and such...but anyways enjoy!

Brooklyn’s Kidz

By: itsparis!!

INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON

MONIQUE, a short,brown skinned,and fairly chubby girl with short black and red dreads sits on her bed, waiting for something to happen. She looks at her phone.

As MILES, a tall,brown skinned, with twin braids, was drawing a portrait of his crush at his desk, he stops and dials her number.

Monique picked up her phone and pressed the answer button.

MONIQUE

Hey Miles, I was hoping you’d call me earlier than this.

Miles

I know, it’s just that unc had me out there on patrol and well you know how that goes.

MONIQUE

Right, so did you hear about the trip to Florida. It's for juniors this time.

MILES

Mhm… I’m going, don’t worry ma.

Monique smiles while playing with her dreads and kicks her feet back and forth. Miles adjusted himself on his bed against a pillow and sighs.

MILES

I'm guessing you’ve found someone to sit with?

MONIQUE

Nah, I wanna sit with you, that's why I didn’t ask anyone today.

MILES

Don’t play with me.

MONIQUE

I’m not,think about it Miles we’ll be in the middle and not in the back like last year.

MILES

Wait, why aren’t we sitting in the back again?

MONIQUE

Dude, what do you think happens in the back seats on a field trip with no teachers until we get to the hotel on a bus filled with juniors?

MILES

Oh. . . right, those kids go back there right?

Monique laughs, covering her face with her free hand and turns over to the left side of her bed and sighs to catch her breath.

MONIQUE

Bruh, sometimes I wonder how you got into visions with a brain like yours.

MILES

Maybe, it’s because I didn’t get in because of some program unlike some girl I know.

MONIQUE

Okay, and who helped you out in Spanish when your mom found out you almost got a C?

MILES

Aight, you got that one I’mma let it slide.

MONIQUE

(She sighs in pure bliss)

I love using that against you, speaking of your mom, how is she and your uncle?

MILES

They're okay, Ya know maybe we should bring some snacks and stuff for the bus ride.

MONIQUE

You mean like right now or tomorrow, because I was gonna go to theo’s after I called you.

MILES

Right now is fine, we can just walk there and you and I can just hang out in my room if you want.

MONIQUE

Yeah, I'm down.

She presses the red button to hand up, and puts her phone into her left pocket while getting off of her bed. She tied her high tops and walked out her room door. Miles does the same and walks out of his room letting his mom know where he’ll be until dinner.

FADE OUT :

INT. SIDEWALK - EVENING

Monique stands outside of the store waiting for Miles, tapping her foot impatiently. She tucks her braids behind her ears. Miles crosses the street walking towards her. Monique looks up joyfully.

MONIQUE

Way to keep me waiting, And don’t use that “time is relevant” line because I will smack you.

MILES

Hey,You know that lines work, you laugh at it everytime.

MONIQUE

God, how are you from brooklyn and you're this corny?

MILES

Just shut up and go in!

They walked in the store and looked at each other then looked around for snacks. They stopped at the drinks and both grabbed root beers.

MILES

So what else should we get, I mean food stamps can only get so much you know.

MONIQUE

Yeah I know, but some candy should do it or maybe some chips?

MILES

Hot cheetos!

MONIQUE

(She shivers)

EW, those things are practically made out of wax!

MILES

Huh?

MONIQUE

Remember in third grade, when you melted one on the playground and it actually happened?

MILES

Oh yeah, I forgot about that well whatever I’m still gonna eat em’.

MONIQUE

You're so disgusting.

Monique picks up a bag of sea salt chips, two cans of pringles, and a ginger ale, as Miles gets a bag of hot cheetos, some skittles,and some orange soda, as they both walk to the checkout counter Miles followed right behind her and paid for their stuff, they walked onto the sidewalk and continued walking forward down the sidewalk.

MILES

So, your place or mine?

MONIQUE

Yours,Anyways don’t you think it’s weird how we’re getting this high class trip to Miami, I mean like where did BVA get the money from to do these trips?

MILES

I mean it is a boarding school, so maybe like public funding or government funding?

MONIQUE

Yeah,sure. . .

MILES

So, who do you think is gonna be your roommate?

MONIQUE

I was hoping for you, but it’s obvious that we’re all going separated by gender and I don’t blame them.

MILES

What, You think some kids have the balls to sneak into each others rooms just to fu-

(Monique covers his mouth mid sentence and lets go.)

MONIQUE

Stop and think for a minute, what happens when two idiot teenagers are alone with each other in the same room at night?

MILES

Okay but we’re young, it’s bound to happen plus with no teachers on the bus… yeah it’s not gonna go well.

MONIQUE

Ya think?!

Miles and Monique walked into a rooming house and shut the door behind them walking up to door 208. Miles opened the door greeting his mother RIO and closed the door behind him.

RIO

Miles, is that you?

MILES

Yeah, I’m back from the corner store with monique.

RIO

Good, dinner should be done in a little bit. Monique, it's nice for you to come over again, how's your mother?

MONIQUE

She’s alright, I’m just over here to talk to Miles about the school’s trip to Florida. The school is giving the juniors a chance for a trip.

RIO

Right that trip, I’m just counting on you to keep my son in good shape and out of trouble.

MILES

Mami,I’m not a little kid any more I'm 16,Entonces no preocuparse por favor.

RIO

Cortar el afuera mijo, don't tell me not to worry for your safety.

MILES

Ma,don't worry about me. I'll call you when me and monique get on the bus and when we get to the hotel,yo promesa.

Miles and Monique eat dinner as they finished they helped Rio washes dishes, afterwards They enter Miles’s room keeping the door creaked open sitting on his bed.

MILES

Aight, did we get everything for the trip tomorrow?

MONIQUE

Yup, snack wise but everything else is up to us on what to pack like hygiene and clothes, but I mean this is our first trip till we’re seniors and the only time we won’t be wearing our uniforms.

MILES

True, so what time do you need to head home again?

MONIQUE

Before the streetlights,speaking of that rule, haven't you wondered why that was our curfew growing up?

MILES

I don't know, but I'm thinking about seeing all the pretty girls out there…

MONIQUE

Um, hello you have a girlfriend sitting dead in front of you!

MILES

Right, my bad mi vida.

FADE IN :

INT. IN THE FRONT OF THE SCHOOL - DAY

Miles, Monique, and other kids of the school stood outside waiting for the buses. Monique held Miles’s hand while on her other hand she was biting her nails.

MILES

You're holding my hand a little tight there, you good?

MONIQUE

Yeah, it’s just what I’m feeling right now, I don’t know if I should be nervous or excited.

MILES

(spoke with a smile on his face)

You’ll be fine ma, you're sitting with me in the middle and I’ll just give you my earbuds.

MONIQUE

(sighs)

Thanks Miles, but I’m fine I just haven’t been on a trip in a minute ya know?

MILES

I get it, just take a deep breath and wait for the bus.

MONIQUE

(with a calm yet nervous tone)

Okay, I’ll try to calm down.

The school buses pulled up to the front of the academy. After every group got done with attendance from their teachers, each class walked on the buses and sat down in a seat with their baggage, Miles and Monique sat in a random three sitter in the middle row and sighed.

MILES

Well, this is it. I'm hoping we can go shopping or head to Universal or Disney world.

MONIQUE

And where’s the money to do all that Morales?

MILES

I have a job, it ain’t like I’m broke or something.

MONIQUE

(she says while laughing, she rolled her eyes and looked at him shaking her head.)

That doesn't mean you're rich either,look I have enough money for shopping but knowing visions they’d probably give a free trip to disney like they did with the seniors last year.

MILES

(He puts his earbuds in and starts a playlist called “MM ♥ ️ MJ” holding one out for her to take.)

So, you wanna listen with me or do you wanna hear the yelling of screaming banshees?

MONIQUE (she takes the earbud and put its in her right ear and puts her head on his shoulder, she sighs as the bus starts to move looking out window. )

So you're not gonna call her yet, I mean your mom is still worried about you.

MILES

Yeah I know, but… I’ll call her when we make it to the hotel or something.

MONIQUE

Alright, but can we please stop listening to post malone? like play some tyler or just anything else?

Miles rolled his eyes as he chuckled to her and put his hands on her waist. Monique smiled at him tuning out the rest of their class all at once and focusing on him.

FADE IN :

INT. A Gas station - EVENING

A group of students were hanging around the gas station or going to the bathroom, miles and monique walked into the covenant store looking around.

MILES

So you gettin’ any snacks or drinks, because I got enough for a little something if you want.

MONIQUE

Maybe, but we still got the stuff we got from theo’s and that should hold us off for a bit.

MILES

Right, let’s go outside and wait till the bus is fueled up I guess.

They walked outside the store sitting on the curb, Monique pulled a blunt out her pocket lighting it and taking a small drag passing it to him.

MILES

Hey I wanted to ask, what did you see in me to like ask me out and stuff?

MONIQUE

Well, I mean you and me are like out of at least 15 other the only black kids there at visions,but besides all that I like that you're a geek and you're pretty,and your freckles are like stars in a way I don’t know but I'm bound to you.

MILES

Wow I mean, I like you too and that beauty mark of yours yeah I know about it you don’t even have to hide it,and if you’d let me can I take you out during the trip?

MONIQUE

(She scoffs at him, while taking a drag she passes it back to him.)

In your dreams Morales, but hey game recognize game don’t think I don’t know bout it.

MILES

(He takes the last puff and steps on it, putting it out on the sidewalk and standing up with Monique.)

Yeah, whatever you say.

All the students got back on the bus and in their seats,as Miles and Monique went back to the middle row and sat down listening to their playlist getting lost in their own little world and the bus was back on the road again.

FADE OUT :

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY - NIGHT

Monique and Miles walked in the hallway until they stopped at a door with the numbers 103, and with a keycard she opened the door and let themselves in sitting on the bed.

MONIQUE

So, let’s fill out the plan sheet tonight then tomorrow we'll know what to do that day so we won’t be lost.

MILES

Do you ever not use a planner sheet? Monique, come on, at least try to have actual fun.

MONIQUE

But Miles I just wanna be sure. Also, did you call your mom yet because she called me and texted me “thanks for picking up and telling him when he gets back, we’re gonna have a talk.”

MILES

(He sucked his teeth as he sat beside Monique on the bed.)

Wow, yeah that sounds about right… So do you wanna stay up or?

MONIQUE

Do you even have to ask?

They spent the whole time talking about anything yet nothing at the same time, again getting lost in their little world as the Florida rain fell from the sky hitting softly on the ground while the streetlight shining through the window.

Fade out :

Time lapse throughout the whole trip from different places from the mall, disney world, universal, and now it’s the last day after packing their things Miles and Monique joined the rest of their class along with teachers still doing attendance. The buses pulled up to the front of the hotel and all the students got on the bus and sat in the same seats that sat on the way there.

INT. IN FRONT OF BVA - AFTERNOON

After all the students got off the buses everyone’s parents came to pick up their kids, as miles and monique waited for miles’s uncle AARON to pull up and as if right on que he pulled up on the curb and the two got in the back.

AARON

So who’s this girl? I thought it was just you I was picking up.

MILES

Oh, this is my… partner Monique. She’s Ms.Jackson's daughter and they live on the same floor as me and mom.

AARON

And y'all haven’t?

MILES

Just drive!

AARON

Alright alright, how was the trip? y'all had fun?

MONIQUE

Yeah, Florida was nice and didn't worry him and I didn’t get in much trouble.

AARON

Good, somebody has to keep a good eye on him if I’m not around and you seem to fit the role very well if his mom trusts you that much.

MONIQUE

Wow, so you are the problem child. I had a feeling about that.

MILES

(He playfully hit her shoulder while he laughed.)

Shut up, that was one time and one time only!

MONIQUE

Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that miles I mean whatever helps with the denial.

Fade in :

INT. THE ROOMING HOUSE - EVENING

Aaron’s car pulled to the rooming house as Miles and Monique got out of the car they walked to the door, Miles pressed the buzzer letting his mom their back and Aaron's car pulled away and the two went inside and walked up the stairs and to their doors.

MILES

So, I’ll see you on monday?

MONIQUE

Dude, it’s not like I can skip school plus you're kinda the only reason I go anyways… Goodnight Miles.

MILES

Right, good night Moni.

She walked up to him giving a small kiss on his two toned lips, as they broke the kiss she smiled at him and walked inside her apartment, Miles doing the same.

#paris<3 #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles x reader #miles morales x reader #miles g morales x reader #across the spiderverse

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harryleatherfit · 2 years ago

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Upper East Side || A.U || Frankie Morales

Chapter 11: Opening Night

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Word Count: 7.8K (i was gonna keep going but Warnings: mentions of fucking bad family, unprotected p in v (um), oral f receiving, mentions of sub space (when you squint at the end), spanking, hard fucking, tit sucking, some fluff, performance on stage, lmk if i’ve missed any

Authors Notes: let me know what you guys think! genuinely this is the longest thing i’ve written but i fear i’ll be hated for the next few chapters 😵‍💫 i love you guys ♾️

Chapter Playlist

Jungle Fever- The Chakachas

Somebody Like You- Bree Runway

Lust For Life- Lana Del Ray

🪩Main Master List🪩 Series Master List🪩

Opening night, electricity filled your body. You woke up with light peeking through your window, you stared at the dust particles floating around, you wish you could stay here forever. Both nights were sold out, your heart racing thinking you had to be on stage tonight. Performing in front of thousands excited you on second thought. You loved the crowd, the air, the excitement as you smiled. You had gotten leads at UNCSA, but nothing could compare to this. You didn’t know where you lay in the acting world at all, but you had to remember that no matter what you would be yourself on the inside.

You had gotten up before Laylah, Rose, and Hannah, making coffee and staring at the sun. You were hoping Frankie was up looking at the same sun. You did breath exercises, prepping your lungs for the amount of talking you had to do for the next few days. Setting your headspace was most important to you. You were scrolling on your phone and Frankies name popped up in the corner of the screen.

New Message:

Frankie: Can you come early to the theater? Somethin I wanna show you.

You: My call times at 3, want me to come at 12?

Frankie: 11.

You: Okayyy, need me to bring food?

Frankie: No, assistants already brought a shit load, I need to see you.

You: Packing my bags as we speak🥱

“Hey hotstuff,” Laylah walks out of your room, yawning, “Smells good. Ready for your big day?”

“Ready as I can ever be.” You shrug, embracing the heat of your coffee cup. The mornings were always so cold.

“Anything planned for the morning?”

“Well, he asked me to come in early, something to show me.” You whisper.

“Oh shit, damn ok,” They get excited, “Have fun gettin old man dick.”

“Laylah!” You laugh.

“Nah, I bet it’s good. Look at him.”

“Believe me I know.”

“Have you guys fucked yet?” They nudge.

“No, but I'm not even sad. So many times guys just want to immediately fuck and it’s such a massive turn off.” You explain, “He’s soft and gentle with me, never in a rush.”

“Yeah me and Bryce haven't done the deed yet. Have high hopes for him. And he also uses my correct pronouns so yay men!” They cheer.

“Well here’s to fucking men I guess.” You click your coffee in the air, “Is he treating you right?”

“We haven’t done much aside from hangout during rehearsals and stuff, so after we’ll actually have time to be with each other.”

“You should go with him after the show tonight, get dinner and walk around the city.” You suggest.

“I think that’s what I’ll do.” They hug you, “My beautiful astonishing Lady Macbeth, I’ll see you tonight.”

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You arrive at the theater, New York Streets bustling with people at this hour. Broadway never fails to have thousands of people in and out. Tonight was going to be a big one. Book of Mormon was on, but that show was always on broadway and Macbeth was only on for two nights.

You wondered how many stars were going to come, how many people you loved that would come to see your show. How many playbills you were going to get to sign.

Your interaction with Wes Anderson made you think about your spine, your eyebrow conjecture, the way you present yourself and your character on stage. Everything had to be different. Mattias had a pep talk with you before you left the theater, no matter what happens on this stage, we both know we have put our souls into this show.

It was true, there’s no need to stress about impressing people.

You set your bad down at the entrance, seats already blocked off, ushers clocking in their hours.

“Hey, up here.” Frankie calls up from the theater's booth, “It’s set up a little differently here, Broadway has way more money than our school could ever imagine,” You walk up the steps, “I know so much bigger than our little shabby room at the school.” You take in the scenery of the room.

“I bet you’ve worked here a lot though, right? I mean this is like your job, to do shows for the college, teach the building basics of theater, and fucking work Broadway shows.” How could he act like this wasn’t a big deal.

“Honey, my job is cool and all but doesn't mean I enjoy it. Long hours, having to meet people's demands, spicy celebrities, whiney actors.” He purrs.

“Hey! I’m not whiney, you’re the whiney one, arguing with everyone who pisses you off.”

You hug him, he’s sitting on a stool in front of the lighting board, “I wanted to be an actor actually, but never went through. I never had the courage to do bigger roles and my dad was always focused on my brother. So I just went into tech, it’s easier anyways.” He mumbles.

“Sometimes I wish I went into tech, being an actor is fucking hard,” You stare at him, “Why’d you quit acting? You could never be second to anyone.” You rub his face, hands lingering on his porno stash, his scruff felt like lightening under your fingers.

“When we were in our twenties, he’s a little bit older than I am, he was breaking through the stock market and everyone was shocked. I mean he broke through after 9/11 so he was everywhere.

My dad was disappointed that I wanted to do theater and acting and not anything business related. I was doing mini side jobs for Broadway and small film roles. I went to Spain for some time. Until I started doing this I was finally important to my family.” You back off from him, circling the room.

He hasn’t talked to you about his family too much, he said he’s an open book but you didn’t want to push him too much.

“Sad boring people want to go into the stock market. Margot Robbie was the only interesting thing about Wolf of Wall Street by the way,” You chide, “You're not a fucking disappointment, you’re motivated. You create worlds for people to see, you have so much passion. I wish I was you.”

He moves from his chair, standing up, he’s way taller than you

“Smart girl, go turn off the lights.”

“Frankie,” You stare at him, “We can’t, you know we can’t.” Even though you fucking want to.

“We’re not,” He laughs, “Just go turn them off, I want you to see this.”

You do as told, flipping the switch and returning to your sanctuary.

“Lay down and look up, cmon I’ll do it with you.” He instructs.

You find your way in the dark, glimmer from the ceiling illuminating the room. You lay down as you feel his body next to yours.

“See the ceiling? It’s stars, they painted stars in here for the actors to relax before shows. I’ve done shows here before and they always help me even before a long tech run.” He whispers, the ceiling reminds you of a galaxy, calming and beautiful. He moves to your neck, smelling your hair. You could bathe in his after shave, bask his cologne. He always smelled so expensive.

“Don’t get too comfortable pretty girl, someone could walk in.”

“Then don’t smell so fucking good.” You shove him away, laughing to your side. The pain in your lower abdomen could never subside when you were around him.

“I have something to give to you now, but would you wanna come over to my place later? We could get food, or walk around, or if you want to go back to your place after the show home then we can go there, orwecanjustleave-”

“Shhh,” You shove your finger to his lips, “I would love to go to your place tonight, please. We can finally be alone. Finally be with each other without anyone interrupting us.”

“Ok, ok.” He shakes his head like a giddy boy, “ Oh baby you’re gonna do amazing tonight.,” He kisses you quickly “Before I set up, I wanted to give you these.” He fumbles into his jeans pocket, pulling out two VIP Caroline Polachek tickets.

“No fucking way, you did not do this. Frankie, you did not spend this money.” You squeal.

“Stop, I didn’t spend any money gorgeous. I pulled some strings and magically got them.”

He hands them to you, they were metallic with black printing of the venue and time, with her name in this beautiful ceryllic, you couldn't imagine being in her presence. You’ve wanted to see her since the beginning of college, but you never had the money to go. Since her breakup from Chairlift, you fell in love with her artistry. She was meticulous about what she exposed to the world and you wanted to be like her.

“A little something for an opening night present, and the concert’s before your recital. A win-win.”He looks at you, “I know her new album came out and I know her producer, maybe you’ll get to meet her.” He winks. Get to meet your fucking idol? You were shocked but it was Frankie, of course he would do something like this.

“Don’t worry about tonight darlin,” He holds you, “This weekend is gonna be amazing.”

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Is this the real life, is this just fantasy caught in a landslide. No escape from reality.

Bohemian Rhapsody was blaring throughout the dressing rooms, never able to run away from Freddie Mercury.

After your soiree with Frankie, you had gone to freshen up, prep your hair and skin. Ate a protein bar and met with Mattias. You blindly went over your scenes, and then he offered some cigarettes You shouldn’t have, but you did.

You fled out the back, door checking to see if anyone would see you. Not that it would matter but felt too familiar. You found a cozy spot, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket the team gave you and lit one up with him. You felt like you were a teenager in high school again, smoking before a show to ease the nerves.

Passing on local tradition.

“You’ve got any family coming tonight?” He opens his zippo lighter.

“Nah, just my friends, I don’t have family up here. You?”

“Mom and dad, they weren’t too happy I came to this school but it’s starting to grow on them” He taps his cigarette, “Anyone special coming tonight?”

“Something like that. It’s recently new with him and I, but he’ll be here.” You blow smoke,“You?”

“I just broke up with my boyfriend so probably not. We’ll see.”

“Ahh Mattias, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, just means I’ll be clubbing fucking extra tomorrow night at the afterparty, are you excited?”

“Fuck I forgot about that, I haven’t clubbed in years.”

“It’s at this hoity toity place in the Upper East Side, not The Box I promise but it’ll be fun as fuck. The directors are supposed to come, like the whole school is going to show up.”

The fucking Box. Frankie being there.

Flashbacks of Frankie fingerfucking you agasint the bathroom counter race through your mind, you couldn’t understand how bad you wanted him. The one person in your life that has changed your entire being.

You guys finish your cigarettes, small talk with him was so easy. Giggling about the shit you’ve seen in high school and college as theater majors. Mattias knew what the struggle was like, he knew the difference between stage anxiety and general anxiety. You guys were the perfect pair on stage.

“You go head on in Ms. Macbeth, get your shit done and I’ll see you soon sweet cheeks.”

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“So at 3 tomorrow the whole cast has an interview with The New Yorker.” Ms. Roylance announces, it’s an hour before show.

“And the main 2 have an interview with Vogue at 5.”

Vogue, what the shit.

Tech crew, all the actors and directors were in a circle, saying a couple final words before curtains would go up.

Across from you, Laylah and Bryce are holding hands and Frankie is talking to Mr Miller.

You were trying to calm your heart rate, you felt comfortable with everyone around you, but if you sit in a dark closet and rehearse for the last hour you would.

“I want us to hold hands, close our eyes and say one word we're feeling, and the last 30 minutes before show we can just roam in the back, hows that sound?” Roylace gages the group. Everyone agrees, clasping hands, shutting eyes and embracing each other's energy. It’s the best you can do.

“I’ll start, pleased.” She finishes.

“Happy.”

“Elated.”

“Horrified.”

“Worried.”

“Terrified.”

“Thrilled.” Bryce bellows.

“Overjoyed.” Laylah says.

“Light.”

“Captivated.” You immediately knew that was Frankie, his voice, the utmost bass in his voice. Shakes you alive. You open your eyes, looking at everyone around you, soaking up your last minutes with everyone before you break apart.

“Wondrous.”

“Flamboyant.”

“Flustered.”

“Scared.”

It’s your turn, you’ve had the whole circle to think about this, “Content.” Your eyes closed, the mid stage lights shining on you, the murmurs from the full crowd behind the red curtain, the smiles on all your faces, you’re ready.

“Happy.”

“Petrified.”

“Euphoric.”

The last words slip into the air, opening your eyes exasperated.

“Places in 40.” Frankie says.

Everyone separates, straggling across the stage, getting to their righteous spots but you stay. It only feels right and you know he will stay with you.

As soon as everyone is out of sight, he gets closer to you, but not daring to touch your hand. You watch him go to the middle of the curtain, he opens it slyly only to peek through to the crowd.

“Wanna come see?” He asks.

You walk downstage to him, setting in stone to his exact steps, letting one eye peek through the red fabrics and the whole crowd is lively, everyone is dressed so elegantly. The laughs, the people finding their seats. Ushers smiling. House lights dimmed sensually. This is what Broadway is about. Your jaw drops, but you wouldn’t let this dare scare your heart, you’re fucking ready for this.

“See, they are all here for you and Mattias, they are here to see the most wonderful production of the year and because of you, you bring the feisty energy they need.” He whispers into your ear. You shudder, almost tears of happiness, you had no stage fright anymore. “Now fucking blow there minds away baby.”

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The raven himself is hoarse, that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan, under my battlements. Come, you spirits, that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full

Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood, stop up th’ access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visitings of nature, shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between, th’ effect and it. Come to my woman’s breasts

And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers, wherever in your sightless substances, you wait on nature’s mischief. Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark

To cry “Hold, hold!”

Make me fucking human.

For more or less, there was no crowd in front of you. Just Mattias holding your hand. Rebirth. Refinery. Frankie watching you from the booth, admiring every step you take. Acting is simple, people pleasing is simple, it’s melodic from making up the emotions on the spot and zoning through the waves of the artistry. It’s for the people, acting is a service. You’re giving your heart out to the world.

You follow your footwork with Mattias, Macbeth and Lady Macbeth, husband and wife. Forcing your husband to follow through with your plan, killing the king. So detrimental.

You rush to the wings, dipping your newest costume with blood. Lady Macbeth is a woman of thrill and duty, she would do anything for her husband, and you know how that feels. You soak yourself with the sticky substance, getting it all over your face, fingerprints of deadly sins.

Hands so poignant with red, your heart could be falling out and no one would notice. Cue.

My hands are of your color, but I shame, to wear a heart so white, I hear a knocking

At the south entry, retire we to our chamber, a little water clears us of this deed, how easy is it, then! Your constancy, hath left you unattended, hark, more knocking, get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, and show us to be watchers, be not lost so poorly in your thoughts.

You move the rest of the act, sit down through act 4, nothing involving you and finally act 5.

You mess around your hair, flick blood on your lips and action.

Out, damned spot, out, I say! One. Two. Why then, ‘tis time to do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?

Instantaneously you have flashbacks when you were a child. In your cold room alone, dad and mom are fighting. This always fucking happened. The yelling would make you cry, but you learned how to get over it, you accepted that was your life. But now you’re safe, now you’re with people who love you and want the best for you. Men could never have control over you, ever again.

Do you mark that?

The Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now? What, will these hands ne’er be clean? No more o’that, my lord, no more o’that. You mar all with this starting.

Go to, go to. You have known what you should not.

She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that. Heaven knows what she has know.

The moment you’ve been waiting for,

Here’s the smell of blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand-

You don’t hold back, you dig into the crevices of your voice box, finding every follicle in your body to scream. To scare this crowd. You aren’t a little girl. Lady Macbeth is a story to never be let down. You drop to the floor, shrieking your mind away, begging for air and life. Letting the blood on you trickle with slobber and tears.

The exhaustion mixed with the heat of your scream made your head spin, but the crowd was silent- you lay there hiccuping for a minute, letting the waves of grief pass by.

What a sigh there! The heart is sorely charged.

I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whale body.

Well, well, well.

Pray God it be, sir.

The disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.

You shiver, shaking over to the edge of the stage,

To bed, to bed. There’s knocking at the gate. Come, come, come, come. Give me your hand. What’s done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.

You exit, and the audience erupts in roars. They quickly sit back down, as there’s more dialogue with the doctor and gentlewoman, but not one moment did you hesitate to throw yourself into your monologue. It felt so powerful, unbelievably life changing.

The show finishes, sitting in the wing as your castmates finish the last monologue. Opening night was one for the books. You all line up for bows, tech right behind you, the curtain opens up and finally the moment you’ve wanted. Not the applause, but able to see Frankie in that chair, just staring at you. All you’ve wanted today is to be with him, but your performance was truly dedicated to him, he was the one that shocked your headspace, he’s the one that makes you want this all. You each take your singular bow, your feet wobbling, walking to the end, tearing up with this crowd, the graciousness you felt.

The standing ovation of the crowd was magnificent, every section clapping for minutes, no soul daring to leave their seats. New York, what a beautiful city. The strong whistles, the numerous claps, the chatter warmed your heart. Roses being sent your direction, hearts shown with hands.

Your crew was instructed to go back to your dressing rooms, clean up, hang your costumes and prepare everything the same for tomorrow, then you could go greet people if you wanted to.

Before you knew it, Mattias was dragging you out to the street, to see all the fans lining up on the street waiting to get their playbills signed.

You only wanted to find Frankie and Laylah, but you didn’t have one second to revive for yourself.

Mattias thrashes with your hand, opening the back door to the cold howling air, embraced by cheers,

“We love you guys.”

“I cried at your performance.”

“We’re coming tomorrow night”

“Lady Macbeth saved me.”

“I love you.”

Screams and shrieks were surrounding you, it’s not that you couldn’t believe it, but your heart was overpowered and overjoyed. So much in one sitting, your head turning in every which way, grabbing sharpies and scribbling your name as fast as possible.

One lady stands out, she’s quiet but vigilant, waiting for it to be her turn, and the closer you get you notice,

“Ms. Kim?” You could barely recognize her, it’s only been 4 months.

“My honey sugar, look at you!” She hugs you, tighter than a mothers hold, “Your teacher Mr.Miller gave me a shout and I booked my flight immediately, I couldn’t miss your Broadway performance.” She shakes her head.

“Ms. Kim, you didn’t have to do this, I could’ve sent you a picture, or a notecard, or a playbill.”

“Now that’s nonsense honey and you know that,” She swats your shoulder with her playbill copy, “Besides I know the whole team here, no need to worry I’m here for a week, so a coffee catch up is on your list after this weekend.”

The things that you could tell her.

“I miss you, I miss North Carolina.” You hug her again, breathing down her back, trying to not let people see your tears. She was there for you when you missed your mom, she was North Carolina in a summary, and you missed it so much.

“It’s okay sweetie, you were meant to leave that state it had nothing to offer, look at this,” She pointed at all the people, “This was your destiny.” She kisses you on the cheek, “I’ll text you for a coffee date, but go spend the night away.” She smiles.

“I love you!”

“I love you too honey.”

You leave her in the crowd, finding Mattias taking a picture with a group of girls. You tell him you’re gonna head back in to get your bag, to check your phone and possibly run into Laylah, find Frankie. Unlatching the door, the air rushing in your face, Laylah was already there with Bryce waiting for you.

“You did amazing! These flowers are for you,” They smother you, “The shock in the audience when you dropped to the floor, you stretched all of their hearts out.”

“Thank you.” You laugh, holding their hands, best friends working on Broadway together, your 16 year old selves would be thrashing down right now.

“My guys in the booth couldn’t believe they were at a college show, you and Mattias rocked it.” Bryce says.

“Thank you, that means the world. Seeing all the full seats was just fucking mind blowing and I’ll have to say that a million times to process.”

“We love you, were gonna get dinner now,” They wink, “See you tomorrow? Same time, same place?”

“Same time, same place.” You agree.

They grab your arm, pulling you close, “Get that dick tonight.”

You laugh so loud it refracts around you, we’ll see.

They leave you, content with the night. Smiling dumb because now finally you get to be with the man you’ve been itching to see.

You call him,

“Hey pretty girl, I was waiting to hear from you.”

“Sorry I was out signing playbills with Mattias. Working the night off.” You respond.

“Don’t be sorry, s’busy night for you. How d’you feel?”

“Good, Frankie, I feel amazing.” Seducing him over the phone, itching for him.

“That’s my star girl, shining so bright on that stage.” He smiles in the phone, you can feel it.

“Where are you right now?” You ask.

“In my car, just watching the sky.”

“And where would that be?”

“Behind the theater and the crowd, come find me princess.”

“Ok Playboy, I’ll see you in a second.”

You end the call, chucking your bag behind your back. You slowly walk to the door, finally entering a world you can’t step back out of. Reminiscing when you had no idea what the fuck you two were.

You sprawl out, no one would be here at this time of night. He’s smoking a cigarette, convertible top down. Collar open and his hat is off, puffed locks chasing every direction. He looks up to you.

“Frankie, an Ashton Martin Convertible?”

“Yeah.”

You stare at him, some fucking longer. “I don’t know, just an Ashton Martin roaming the streets, a really nice car I’ve only heard in books.”

“Would you feel better if you knew I saved a couple paychecks for this.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Sure.” So he had money, money. Double shit.

You get in and he stares at you, flickering between your lips and eyes. You could jump him now, but you had to wait. You liked the game.

“Food, bar, coffee, books, my house? What’s your wish tonight?” He holds your hand.

“Hmmm your house remember? Wouldn’t pass that up for a lifetime.” You remark.

He nods, setting the car in gear. You flicker your hands to his cigarette, he lets you take it and the drag of his menthol cigs felt smooth on your throat. Menthol and Frankie just make sense.

He’s playing Pink Floyd, blasting it through the dark streets of the city, and all you can do is smile stupidly. Your hair flying everywhere, hands perpetually finding the power of the wind, eyes closed.

You feel his hand sneak to your thigh, creeping to your body. Speaking to you through your mind. If his hand could do that now, what else would happen tonight? He moves further and further up your leg, eyes shooting open at him.

“What?” He turns to you, stopped at a light.

You grind your teeth, his hand was big enough to almost cover your whole thigh.

“You say something?” He smirks.

You wince as his hand lays on your skin, never moving but lingering so close where you crave his fingers.

A guitar ripple catches your attention from the speakers, he’s strumming to the beat on your thigh, and you can’t move.

“And we’re here darlin, what do you think?”

He parks in front of a modern brownstone, pillars glossing the entrance like a greek house. Bigger brownstone than usual. Everything about him makes sense, the expensive taste made sense, but this house was beautiful.

You take a breath, “It’s beautiful, Frankie. I couldn’t imagine anything different.” You’re scared to get out, but you itch to find what’s inside. He closes the top to the car, running around to open your door.

“Cmon pretty girl, don’t be shy.” He holds your hand out, he walks behind you up the stairs, punching in a code you looked away for.

“3570, didn’t need to look away baby, that codes yours.” He whispers to you, walking into his house.

Your first steps are met with roses, sprawled on the outskirts of the floor. His first floor, open for the world to see. Piles of roses, rose petals begging for your touch, he grabs your hips pulling you to him. “This is all for you.” You stand there with him, holding you. No man has ever gone this far to express something for you.

Grand piano deep into the room, kitchen with a marble island, champagne with two glasses full for you both, one staircase with golden spiraling leading to the top on the side. White columns and archways holding the house.

“And one person lives here?” You poke.

“Yes, but I quite enjoy it,” He lugs you closer to the kitchen to set your stuff down, “This is the house I dreamed of as a boy.”

“Well, it’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like this.” You ponder around like a child lost at Disney.

The back archway was all glass, you could see a light on outside to his backyard. His dining table to the wall of glass, next to the greenery. He had a conversational pit as his couch, dark green leather with faux fur overthrows. His TV was massive, and next to it were beautiful oil paintings.

He had shelves as a wall, lined with books and vinyls. Years of purchasing and collecting.

You take a peak, letting your hands run across the dusty spines.

“The Chakachas, João Gilberto…hmm Gerry Rafferty” You laugh, “Your music taste…is sexy Francisco.” He’s watching your every move.

“What can I say, I’m a cultured man.” He smugs a smile. He’s behind you, raining his fingers around your waist, you take Jungle Fever out of its sleeve, placing it on his record player.

“Just to set the mood don’t you think?” You snicker, “Have you seen Boogie Nights? You do look like a young Burt Renolds, scary kinda.”

“I get that sometimes, you like that darlin? Like broad-“ Kiss, “Hairy men?”

You dance with him to the music, listening to the women's moans of the song. Letting the dim lights glisten around his living room.

Moaning in his ear, grinding against him. Melting into his body.

“I love it.” You purr, “He was so sexy, don’t you think? That playboy pose he did made everyone in the seventies go crazy. I’d let him fuck me on spot if I was alive back then-”

He laughs, “Hmp, you wanna get fucked?” His head turns to the side, mouth curving open, with his eyebrows falling inward.

Your mouth falls, drooling over his voice. You hold onto his hair, sheething his body into yours, “Fuck me tonight Frankie, fuck me hard.” You whisper.

A lion raptures through his physicality, lifting you up to the closest thing, the Grand Piano.

“Frankie, we can't do anything here, I’ll break it!”

“I don’t care princesa, I don’t care, I’ll eat you out for hours and it could break, I’ll pay for another one.” He growls, “I need to taste this pussy now.” He set you down, looking you in the eyes as a rabid beast. His eyes were blown black, glaring at you for more.

He pulls your shorts down leaving you in just your shirt, your bottom half bare in front of him. “Mmh, no panties,” He chuckles, “What brought you to do this miel?”

“I figured there's no point, you’d rip them off anyway.” You shrug, head slating on the lid of the piano. Goosebumps rising on your body, the cold of the instrument touching your ass, air meeting the gloss of your entrance.

“Perfect fucking pussy, perfect fucking body. My girls so fucking perfect.” He spreads kisses down to your stomach, leaning when he reaches your mound. You grimace, you haven’t shaved in a long time.

“It’s okay baby, see?” He presses his hand on top of your sex, “Hair doesn’t change a thing how I feel about you. Hair doesn’t change a thing about how I want to fuck your brains out, okay?.” He kisses on top of your bush, shivering when you feel the wet of his lips with his mustache, nose bracing your clit. “I’m the only one that gets to touch your pussy like this, understand?”

You shake your head yes, “Only you can touch me.”

“Look at me, look at me while I destory your fuckin pussy.” He pushes your legs closer to him, eye level with your pussy. You wouldn't believe you’ve gone hours without this, without his tongue. He adamantly drives into your cunt, moaning as he shoves his tongue inside you.

He moans, the usual vibrations of his mouth floating through your lower abdomen. Cells inside your pussy sensationally fucked up from his mouth.

The tip of his nose would rub against your clit, he always managed to do it, but this time he was moving his face. His nose was creating circles against your nub, tongue squeezing the life out of you.

“Frankie- ngh- baby- feels so good- keep going-” You plead. Instead of grabbing his hair, you wrapped your hands around the edges of the piano, keeping your body from contorting due to the immense pleasure.

Your request followed through, he kept circling, shaking his head between your thighs. He would never let up, swallowing everything your cunt had for him.

“Pussy on my tongue, so tight. Pussy walls are quiverin for me baby.” He groans, dancing his hands to your stomach, legs dangling over his shoulders.

“Hold onto my hands dirty girl, I know you’re strong, cum in mouth.”

He raffles inside you more, squeezing his hands so your body doesn’t escape from his touch. Your clit suddenly buzzes, repeatedly shaking. Your walls come crashing on his tongue, he doesn’t stop pushing into you.

You scream for help, violently shaking against his hold. You couldn’t control your voice, begging for more. You can’t do anything other than yell because the movement form his tongue

“I’m gonna cum Frankie, I’m gonna cum on your tongue-” You cry.

“Give it to me, drip into my mouth.” His sinister base flows through your pussy, the room spins and you shriek against the piano. He sucks you clean from your orgasm, releasing his hold from you.

“Breathe baby, breathe.” The fuzziness of the lights die down, and his face comes in contact again.

“Your tongue- is fucking magical.” You drunkenly smile, “But I want more tonight. Please.” He pulls you off the piano, leaving a sweat mark on the top. You plant your feet to the ground, he holds your body up.

He chuckles, “Tell me what you want mi amour, what is it that you want?” He taunts.

“Fuck you, you know what I want.” You seethe.

“Ok,” He nods his head, “If you think I know, then fuck yourself for me. Go down to the couch, take your shirt off, and fuck yourself with your fingers.”

He had your full attention and you feel small, you’ve never done anything like this in front of a man.

“Go on princess, I’ll be right here.”

You faintly walk to his couch, slipping past the steps. You sit down at the edge of the couch, taking your shirt and shifting your bra off your chest. You’re completely naked in front of him, nipples begging for his touch.

“Play with yourself for me, pretty girl.”

You snake your hands down to your entrance, fiddling with your slick. You touch your clit, but it feels nothing like his hands.

“Frankie please, I need your cock.” You whine.

“You should’ve just said that, now look at you, yeah?” He walks to the steps, sitting down, “I need to you to cum on your fingers before I fuck you, I wanna see it.”

You hum, discoing your fingers on your clit, you imagine his cock finally slipping inside of you. What you’ve wanted since you’ve laid eyes on him.

“Push those fingers inside, think of my cock dirty girl.” He growls, looking you up and down.

You plunge your fingers inside, moving your hips against your hand. Wishing to have his thick cock inside you.

“Frankie, I’ll be so good, please. I want you inside me. I want you holding me down, I wanna be filled with you.” You mumble, terrorizing your hand.

“Wanna be a good girl for me? Fuckin tie you down, fuck you until soak me.” You shovel your fingers inside your cunt faster, imagining yourself restrained against his bed. His cock pushing into you at an unforgivable speed. “You’d like that huh dirty fuckin girl. Not able to move while I fuck your cunt, fillin you up til you feel it in your stomach.”

You slant your eyes open,” I want you to tie me up one night Frankie, be your-fucking rope bunny. Want you to use my pussy.”

“I wanna do everything with you, dirty girl, so perfect.”

You feel yourself tightening around your hand, his words making you interclose on your hand.

You would never be able to make yourself cum this fast because of your fingers, but because of him, because of his coaxing words, your own orgasm felt stronger.

“I can it hear baby, I see you leakin, cum for me, let go. Then I’ll give you my cock for as long as you want. Shove those fingers in for me.” He purrs.

You fall back on his couch, wavering your body to your orgasm. You gave a final push, laying stagnant from your orgasm. You watch him stroll to you from his steps.

He’s hungry.

“So gorgeous, so wet for me.” He smirks, “Now what do you want, so perfect and plump for me.”

“I want your fucking cock, I need you inside me Frankie.” You tremble.

He licks his lips, sitting down on the couch, “Don’t wanna do anything you’re not comfortable with pretty girl,” He moves your hair behind your ears, “Is this how you want me? Let me get a condom.”

You push him down, you should use a condom but you couldn’t be less botherd, “You could’ve fucked me in that bathroom and I would’ve cared less Frankie, fucking on this couch will be more than heaven,” And it is, “Don’t worry about a condom, I need to feel you bare.” He goes to object, but you shove your fingers to close his mouth.

Your eyes linger on his cock, he’s already swelling, “I wanna do everything with you Frankie, you could never make me uncomfortable.”

You close in to the crook of his neck, kissing him everywhere, praising him for making you feel so good, “I need you to fuck my brains out, make it hurt Frankie.”

Without blinking, he lifts you to his lap, placing your naked pussy on him. He kisses you sloppily on the lips, holding you close so you don’t fall, he growls possessing more of you.

“My beautiful girl, I’ve been waitin for this to happen, been dreamin of you sitting on my cock. I’m so glad we’ve waited, it’s gonna feel so good baby.”

You rub against him, letting your liquid leak all over him.

“I’ve been so good Frankie, I’ve been trying so hard not to think about your cock, when you were down my throat all I wanted was to be full of you everywhere.” And now-” You shimmy his shirt off, kissing his collar bones, rushing to his belt.

He flings it off slamming it to the ground, you look past it as it impacts the floor, making a hard whipping sound.

“Bet you’d like that naughty girl, fucking whip until you’re red. Tie you up with my belt.” You squirm against him, humping his bulge.

Images of Frankie whipping your ass with his belt, slapping your pussy, makes your brain short circuit.

He pulls his pants down with his boxers, flinging his cock out. You don’t remember it being this big. He was uncut and at least 8 inches. How could he fit inside you? The sight already making your pussy leak.

You rush your hands to his head, dangling your legs on his lap, pussy out for the world to see. You pull his foreskin back letting his precum bead down to your fingers.

“Feel s’good baby, fingers feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He grimaces.

You pump his dick, letting him grow against you, he keeps getting bigger and bigger. His tip was so pink, you wanted to suck him off like a lollipop. You wanted his dick down your throat. Embellishing in every way he can fill you up.

You lick his precum off your fingers, and he shoves his thumb in your mouth, “Suck.” He demands.

You enclose, treating his thumb like his cock. Swirling, letting every part of your saliva coat it.

He parts from you, soon attaching it to your pussy to moisten you up. He was going to stretch you so wide.

“Tell me if it hurts baby, please, I don’t want you to hurt.” He requests.

“I don’t care if it hurts Frankie, I need you to push me open. I need your cock.”

You shift until your lips are hovering over the head of his dick, waiting for him to pump into you. The tension was so thick you could barely breathe.

He carnally anchors into you, his cock magnetizing inside your cunt, the moment he surges into you, holding onto his shoulders stronger, you both gasp from feeling each other for the first time.

“Holy fuck, princesa you’re so tight.” He braces.

You try to move up from him but he attaches his hands to your hips and pushes you up and down. The air is eccentric and you’re so grateful you get to be so close to him, clasping on to his figure as he fucks into you.

He nips at your collar bone, lazily kissing you. Your hair disheveled from your body shaking.

“I love your cock, I love your cock. Oh my god- FuFuFuFuck.” You chant in his ear. The simplicity of having sex made you feel safe, this was more than magical. He was almost fucking your heart. He was so deep inside you, your mound was connecting to his base.

You loved when he was so dominant with you, you loved when he was in control, you loved Frankie.

“Fuck me- as hard as- you can. Use- my pussy.” You yelp.

The more you felt your pussy lips gripping onto his cock, the more you seized. The connection was beyond powerful. He aggressively slips into you, his tip touching that perfect spongy wall that would make you lose all will power.

“God darlin, love watchin those eyes roll back. Didn’t know you’d get this cock drunk baby. You love my cock so much?” He rasps.

“Spank me, please, slap my ass and fucking mark me.” You whine.

He lifts his hand, slapping your ass. He grabs onto your love handles, pulling you onto his dick harder.

“You like that? When my handprints on your ass? You want more?” He grunts.

You shake your head, and he continues, the sting firing your pussy up. His animalistic movements make you worship his soul, he matched your sex energy and you couldn’t be more thankful. You relished this moment, so grateful for Frankie.

He lusted over your tits, he slowed to kiss them, suck your nipples to hardened peaks. Somehow your heart hammered, watching him take care of every need your body craved, made you pussy twitch with his cock inside you. Watching his mouth wrap about your tits intensified your lust for him.

“I want you to do something for me,” He releases, “I want you to spell my name.”

“How-”

“Move your hips, move your hips with my cock still inside, ride me.” He stirs.

He intertwined his hands with yours, you back up from his chest preparing. He doesn’t lose your eyes for one second.

“F” You shake, his dick is everywhere inside your walls.

“R” You whine, the contact so slow and vivid, you could almost hear the colors off the walls.

“Keep going, that's it, just use that dick.” He coaxes.

“A” The tip of the A making his cock arch into you deeper than you could have ever imagined, you yell, soliciting for neighbors to hear.

“N”

“K” The ache in your pussy crying to cum, but you weren’t done. You knew you had to finish.

“I”

“E” You whimper, not able to sit straight any longer.

“Such a good girl, knew you could do it. My good fucking girl.” He kisses you, “I know what that pussy wants, I know she needs to cum. Wanna cum pretty girl?”

“Mhm, please Frankie. I-I was so good. I wanna cum on your cock. I’ll do anything, I’ll be so so good.” You plead.

His cock was intoxicating your brain, oxytocin so high you couldn’t think about where you were, only that Frankie was all you cared about in your life right now.

He aggressively hurls into you again, pinning your hands behind your back as he holds them in place. You couldn’t do anything but take his cock, you had to accept that he was gonna fuck you til you saw stars.

“You can do it baby, pussy’s already leakin all over me and the floor. She’s clamping around me. I wanna see that pretty face when you cum.” He finalized.

“Fran-Frankie keep going, I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum,” You praise.

You couldn’t even process his words, half-lidded and half dazed, all you could focus on was your pussy devouring his cock. Him driving past you until you couldn’t hear. The power to force you knew your voice was giving out. You couldn’t touch him, but him holding your hands back made you grateful, your orgasm so powerful you felt as if you were gonna break his cock.

Your voice box cracks, you immediately fall against his chest, stagnant from movement with the only action you could do was breathe.

He lays there will you, wrestling his heart from fucking you so fast. You couldn’t open your heart, let alone walk.

He picks you up, he leaves his couch area and you sense he’s taking you upstairs. He saunters into a dark room, placing you on top of his duvet cover keeping the lights off. You couldn’t tell what his room looked like, but you felt like a vegetable. He came back to you, cleaning your entrance with a baby soft towel. He has to move your legs, you were unresponsive with the widest smile on your face, eyes slanted to only see that he was getting in bed with you.

He lifts the cover, tucking you in next to him. You snuggle against his chest, embracing your body heat, spooning into him. Your breathing falters, in sync with his.

He rubs his hands through your hair, making you fall asleep faster.

“I love you, mi amor.”

And that's the last thing you remember before sleeping off the best night of your life.

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i love lady macbeth soooo much. looking into the meaning of her monologues are so powerful and she changed my thoughts on shakespeare 🔁🔁

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Strings of Devotion [ao3]

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<- Chapter I Chapter III ->

Chapter II – How I met my Mortal Enemy

V stirred from her slumber, groggily blinking away the remnants of sleep when morning light filtered through the blinds. Stretching her limbs, she grimaced at her back pain and let out a loud yawn, feeling the weight of yesterday’s exhaustion still clinging to her bones. There was definitely too much emotions in too little time.

The apartment was quiet, which meant that Misty had to be out for the day already – if she sniffed hard enough, she could feel the smell of incense sticks that her roommate was lighting up every day. The only thing she could hear were the distant sounds of the street coming through the windows of their shared Heywood apartment. Other than that, the morning was calm and quiet.

And that’s when Nibbles greeted her with soft, gentle “meeEEeeEooOOOOOW!”

“Jesus Christ, I’m up, I’m UP Nibbles,” V groaned, but reached out to stroke the little bald head. “Give me five minutes.” Cat responded with a contented purr, before darting off to investigate a sunbeam streaming in through the window. With the cat out of her hair, she flopped back onto the bed, burying her face back in her pillow. She immediately started to drift back into a blissful state of half-consciousness.

And that’s when her phone rang.

“Oh, fuck me…” she groaned again before picking up. “Hello?”

“Yo, V. If you ain’t busy I got a gig for you.”

“It’s really fucking early, Cap.”

“It’s well after nine,” Muamar laughed. “But the gig is good and I promise you’ll like it.”

She opened one eye. If El Capitan says she’ll like the gig, that could only mean one thing.

“Is it klep work?”

“It’s work on creative license. But yes.”

“Aight,” she finally sat on the bed, blanket still wrapped around her. “You have my attention.”

“A beautiful Colby Butte. Already have a client for it. He’s a bit... Demanding. And snippy to be honest. But what is that to you, two minutes of work and we’re set. Just try not to scratch it while racing, which I know you’ll do.”

V sighed and rubbed sleep from eyes.

“Sure, Cap. Send me the coords and I’m on it.”

“Fabulous. Info on your way. Mwah.”

After that he hung up, and V got out of the bed. She shuffled to the kitchen. Nibbles, suddenly not interested in sunbathing anymore, hot on her heels, purring loudly. Even though she knew that Misty fed the little shit already, she pretended to forget about that once in a while to make her cat happy. V and Nibbles shared similar values when it came to food after all – it was never too much and it was never too often, so who she was to deny this furless little creature a treat.

When Nibbles was focused on the breakfast, she pulled the cupboard door open, and then frowned at the sight of the empty coffee canister. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath, realizing she had forgotten to restock. Again. But who was she kidding, even if she remembered, she would most probably still wouldn’t buy it since the prices were shooting up like crazy. Sighing in resignation, V reached for the next best thing – instant coffee. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do for now.

As she boiled water on the stove, V pulled out her phone, shooting off a quick text to Jackie.

[V] have a gig from Capitan wanna meet after? sent – 9:43 am

It didn’t even took him ten seconds to respond.

[Jackie] sure thing chica, come to the studio received – 9:43 am

[V] preem, will be there in 2 hrs tops sent – 9:44 am

She quicky prepared her coffee and left it on the counter to cool down. Since she was starting a day with a gig, she opted for a quick shower to soothe her muscles a bit. After fishing out some fresh clothes out of her wardrobe, she tossed them onto her bed and made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. Leaning against the sink, she ran a hand through her short, tangled hair, grimacing at the sight of split ends and unruly knots. She really should stop bleaching them so much. With silently vowing to ask Mamá Welles to trim her hair, she shed her pj’s and stepped into the shower, sighing when hot water cascaded over her back.

The tranquility however was short-lived as a sharp pang shot through her lower back again, and she couldn't help but wince. She gritted her teeth against the pain, silently cursing her body for betraying her yet once more. Grimacing, she reached for the nearby shelf where she kept a bottle of painkillers, quickly popping on in her mouth and washing it down with a handful of water. V sighed again, forcing herself to push through and hurriedly scrubbing herself clean despite the pain.

By the time V turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, she felt the tension slowly ebb away. She quickly dried herself off and, with her hair still damp and clinging slightly to her forehead, she padded back into her bedroom to get dressed. After pulling on a pair of old ripped jeans, loose tee and heavy boots, V did her make-up and packed – she tossed her notebook and a couple of pens in her bag, and, just in case, the painkillers and a bottle of water. She put a gun into the waistband of her jeans, slipped her leather jacket on and leaned down to give the cat a quick kiss on the head. “Be good, Nibbles.” With one last glance around her apartment, she headed to the door.

And that’s when she saw her forgotten cup of coffee on the kitchen counter, already cold.

“Crap,” she sighed, but still gulped it down on her way out.

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Her klep gig work on creative license went smooth as always. And, as always, she lost the tail within seconds, hacking pursuers cars for good measure. This little Thronton could really do the trick on the road, despite not being a race car per se. But, in her mind, every car was a race car if you were a good enough driver, and she was a good fucking driver. And that was a cool fucking car.

She fixed a quick text to the fixer after exiting the garage.

[V] wheels in the cave sent – 11:03 am

[El Capitan] profesh as ever eddies sent your way received – 11:03 am

V smiled at the notification. Without giving it a second thought, she decided to hit up Muamar once more.

[V] if the client will change his mind, add this baby to my bill sent – 11:05 am

[El Capitan] got bored of the bike, eh? received – 11:06 am

[V] nah, but those wheels are preem sent – 11:06 am

[El Capitan] as everything i offer received – 11:06 am

will let you know if the client will have a change of heart if not, will keep you in mind next time maybe will add a discount for preem work received – 11:08 am

[V] sounds good, Cap sent – 11:09 am

Her smile turned into a grin. She really liked to work for Cap. Klep jobs from him were the ones she enjoyed the most. Sure, it was not the same as being paid for their little music gigs, but it put food on the table and kept the bills paid. For now, they all had to endure with their monotony day jobs. Nova was a bouncer at Lizzie’s, kicking gonks asses if they were not following the club rules. Raf in the kitchen at some slurp shop in Kabuki, constantly burning his hands in the shitty, dirty kitchen. Misty in her little esoterica shop, still fighting for peoples spirituality. Prime… Doing God knows what, God knows why. And V, with her merc gigs and occasional shifts as a waitress at the same place Raf worked at.

Their situation was less-than-ideal, but they were hopeful and knew they will crawl out of this fucking shithole one day. They will get there. They will make it big.

They had to or they would lose their fucking minds.

Meandering through the streets as if on autopilot, V’s train of thought was abruptly shattered when she collided with a tall figure coming from around the corner. Startled, she stumbled backward, barely managing to regain her balance.

“Shit, sorry,” V said, feeling a flush of embarrassment heat her cheeks. “You good?”

She looked up at him. A guy, probably around her age, with short stubble and dark mid-length hair framing his sharp features. With his hands casually tucked into the pockets of a worn leather jacket, his outfit was a striking resemblance to her own. And, she couldn’t deny, he was kinda handsome. Or at least would be if he would stop sneering at her, that is. But there was something about him that set off alarm bells in her mind.

When he met her gaze, his sneer turned into a brief shock, and then into a smirk.

“No harm done,” he said in gruff voice, his smirk widening as he took in her appearance. “But maybe next time watch where you’re goin’, princess.”

Oh, so he was also a dickhead.

“Said I was sorry, didn’t I?”

“You sure did, doll, but that doesn't change the fact that you nearly knocked me over, does it?”

She sized him up with a scoff, her eyes narrowing slightly. He was at least half-foot taller than her, lean but not lanky, with broad shoulders that stretched the fabric of his jacket. Yeah, she almost knocked him over.

“Sure I did,” V rolled her eyes, brushing past him and continuing down the street, muttering under her breath. “Asshole.”

She heard him chuckle behind her back, but if he said anything in return, she didn’t catch that. She adjusted the strap of her bag and quickened her pace, this time actually watching where she was going. As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was still watching her for some reason. She resisted the urge to turn around, her irritation growing with each step. She fished a cig from the inside pocket of her jacket and lit it, taking a deep drag to calm the fuck down.

When V finally arrived at the studio, slightly calmer, the familiar sight brought a sense of relief. Pushing open the heavy door, she stepped inside, greeted by the techie guy, Ben, letting her know that Jackie was waiting for her in the back. She thanked him with a smile and went in the direction he pointed.

Jackie’s tall frame was hunched over the mixing console as he tinkered with the dials. He looked up as she entered the backroom, a warm smile lighting up his face.

“Hola, chica. Lookin’ good.”

“And feelin’ shitty, but thanks.”

“Ay. Need a hug?”

V couldn't help but chuckle at his offer, touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Fuck yeah, I need a hug.”

Without hesitation, Jackie crossed the room and enveloped her in a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around her. V closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. “Thanks Jacks.”

“Anytime,” he ruffled her hair. When she stepped back, he frowned a little. “Issues with the gig?”

“Nah, gig went good. Actually it’s the only thing that went good today,” she nervously rubbed the back of her neck, brushing the edge of the spine cyberware with her fingertips. “It’s just, dunno, bad day, I guess. I'm sleep deprived, my back is killing me again and some asshole practically plowed into me on the street and made it look like it was my fault. And I’m hungry.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Shit. That’s a one rough morning, huh?” He thought for a moment and gave her a small smile. “Y’know what? I have something to show you actually. Wanted to do it after talking the detes with Wakako, but fuck it,” he sat at the desk, clicking on the console again. “Was working on a new demo. Only have a short bit for now, but I think you're gonna dig it.”

“Aight, lay it on me,” she ginned, settling onto the edge of the desk next to him and nodding at him to play the track. She enjoyed listening to every bit of his work, no matter what stage it was at. To be fair, he did the same for her.

They listened in silence for a while, but V’s smile grew wider every second. She didn’t knew shit about making music like this, but could appreciate a good beat when she heard one. After it finished, she laughed. “Shit, this beat slaps harder than my mother.”

Jackie looked at her sternly.

“V. Ain't funny.”

“Yea it is, you just have no sense of humor.”

“Yea, and you’re deflecting trauma with dark humor.”

“Okay, ouch. Touché tho. But really, it’s pretty fucking good.”

“Glad you like it,” his eyes lit up with excitement. “Because I will need a short chorus for it and I want you to sing the part. We would record it for my first album.”

She froze.

“Wai- What?” her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Sure am, V. Was thinking of a collab like that for some time and I want you for the first one I do this with.”

V felt a lump form in her throat as Jackie's words sank in. Maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all. She sniffed, blinking back tears, before nodding slowly.

“That’s a yes?” he grinned.

“Well, how the fuck can I say no?” he laughed while she wiped her eyes and leaned in to hug him again, which he returned right away.

“Good,” he pat her back lightly. “Now c’mon, let’s get some fucking food. I’m starving too.”

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When hours later V made her way to their hideout – a rented garage near Coyote – sun was already dipping low on the horizon. They had a quick jam session planned and V wanted to finally blow off some steam. Even though the meetup with Jackie made her day ten times better, she still felt antsy for some reason.

She walked to the back entrance and smiled at Prime, who was sitting on the curb next to the back door, smoking a joint.

“Fancy seeing you here,” V stood next to her, snuffing her cig and taking a puff from Prime’s doobie when she offered.

“You too,” the drummer nodded. From those two words alone, V could tell that she was less baked than usual. “Nova will be late, they had some situation at the bar.”

“Drunk gonks or something else?”

“Dunno, wasn’t really listening when Raf was talking,” she cleared her throat and added quietly. “But Dex is here.”

“What?” V frowned and crouched down in front of her. “Why?”

“Said he had some info about the Battle or something,” she took the joint back and took a drag. “But he didn’t say much else.”

V sighed and nodded. It wasn’t that they didn’t like to work with Dex. Well, they didn’t, but that was not the point. It was just that he always had only his own biz in mind, not caring much about them and their goals. He didn’t support them or promoted them as he should. They were only a source for a quick eddie, no matter how small the eddie was. So yeah, they did resent him a bit, but right now he was the only one they could afford and they needed a manager if they wanted to move forward at all.

“Aight,” V sighed again and stood up. “I’m goin’ in. My ass is freezing,” she opened the door and looked at her friend. “You comin’?”

“Yeah. Let’s get this over with,” Prime flicked the remainder of her joint into the alley and followed V inside. V greeted Dex with short nod and smiled at Misty and Raf, sitting on the couch next to them, dropping her bag along with the jacket and her gun.

“Does it feel for you like we’re being called into the principal's office when he shows up?” Raf asked her quietly.

“Every single fucking time,” she whispered and he chuckled.

They sat, mostly in silence, tension filling the air. He of course couldn’t just sent them the info, because why make their life easier, right? He was insufferable sometimes. Wasn’t helping them with their career but was micromanaging them at the same time, just to be sure that they knew their place and stayed in line.

Finally, after what seems like hours with Dex in their space, Nova arrived, with a pout on her face, looking as if someone pissed in her cereal.

“Hi. Sorry, shitty shift,” she said, shrugging off her jacket and throwing it on the hanger in the corner. “You’d think that if we’re fucking closed then gonks will stop try to come in, Jesus fuckin’-” she finally looked up and stopped in her tracks. “Oh. Hi Dex.”

“Hello, Miss Foster,” he lit up his cigar and V gritted her teeth. They were not supposed to smoke inside and he knew it. They will get another fucking earful from the proprietor. “Come on and sit down. I have some news about this Battle of the Bands thing for y’all,” he pulled out his phone and quickly found something he was looking for, while Nova sat on the armrest next to V, exchanging knowing glances. “Got the info from the organizer. You're officially signed up for the event as performers,” Dex stated. “There will be five bands in total, the opening is scheduled for next Saturday. They want each band to do a short presentation as an appetizer before the real competition will start.”

“Do we know the dates of each performances?” V asked.

“Not yet, they’re still working on the program. All info about the phases of the competition should be available this week. Will send them to you. Any other burnin’ questions?”

“Yeah. You had to come down here to let us know about that?” Nova raised her eyebrow.

“You know me, Miss Foster. I like to look y’all in the eyes when talkin’ biz.”

“Riiight. Thanks Dex.”

“Of course. So if that’s all-“

“Actually, wait,” V quipped in. “One more. Is there a list of who else made it in?”

He scrolled down on the info.

“Yes, there is, Miss V. Sending you the detes,” they all got a notification as Dex turned to leave. “If they will inform me of anything else, I’ll let y’all know.”

With that he took his leave and all of them sighed in union.

“We really should stop giving his detes in any papers, fuck me,” Nova said.

“That’s, like, literally his job, Nova,” Raf rolled his eyes.

“Well, I don’t like him,” she leaned to pull out a beer from the crate laying on the floor next to the couch and opened it, but when Raf reached out to her, she sighed and handed him a bottle, reaching for another one. “And I know you gonks don’t like him too. We would be better off alone, to be honest. V handles more things than him, and better,” she pointed her finger at V. “We pay him for nothing and you know it.”

“Yeah, I know,” V sighed and pulled out her phone to open the message from Dex. “But you know that we need someone. Let’s just… We’ll talk about it after the competition will be over, aight?”

Nova was quiet for a while, mulling her words. She wasn’t exactly in a mood to push V and she saw that V would also lose her shit for that today. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Let’s just focus on the Battle for now.”

“Thank you,” V let out a sigh of relief and stood up, wandering in circles while scrolling the detes. “Okay, there it is. List of bands qualified for the Battle; Thunderforge. I have no idea who they are,” she glanced at her teammates, but they also shook their heads. She returned to the list. “The Shouty Hearts. I actually heard of them couple of times.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty good,” Nova nodded. “We were at their gig at Dicky Twister some time ago, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” she slapped her forehead.

“You went to a gay bar without me?” Raf scoffed.

“We went for a gig without you,” Nova smirked and sipped her beer. “Not the first time too. Okay, who else do we have?”

“Fivedust. Again, not sure if I know them.”

“They’re okay,” Prime stated. “Less hard, more like a funky vibe, but they’re pretty good.”

“Aight. So that leaves us and…” V scrolled further down and froze. “Samurai? Fuckin’ Samurai?” She read in disbelief.

She heard about Samurai, alright. They all did. Samurai was slowly carving out a reputation for themselves, much like them. They were a rising force in the music scene and she knew about their growing fanbase. Apparently they were able to captivate a crowd without much effort. They were a threat that couldn't be taken lightly. The realization hit V like a punch to the gut. This shit just got a whole lot more serious. If they were going to compete against Samurai, they needed to bring their A-game and be prepared for every-fucking-thing.

They couldn’t catch a fucking break, could they?

“Well that’s just fucking fantastic,” she reached out for a bottle with trembling hands.

“Samurai, whoop-de-do,” Nova rolled her eyes. “What about them, choom?”

“The fuck you mean what about them?” Raf interjected and narrowed his eyes. “They’re huge!”

“I’m kinda with Raf on that one to be honest,” V sighed and sipped her beer.

“Yea, me too,” Prime shrugged and Misty nodded.

“Fucking, thank you!” Raf yelled.

“Uh, no? They’re not huge,” Nova scoffed and looked at them with disbelief. “What the fuck you’re all talking about? They’re in the same spot as us. If it were otherwise, they wouldn’t take part in this competition.”

Well… V couldn’t argue with that. She started to nervously chew on her already destroyed nail polish, until Nova slapped her hand. She sighed. Maybe they really were exaggerating. Maybe Samurai wasn’t that good. At least not much better than them, she hoped. Maybe Nova was right. They were in the same boat, after all. But then Misty said something that sent her down the spiral again.

“Didn’t they start a fire at Rainbow Cadenza some time ago?”

Oh, and also they did that and were the talk of the week. It was a dumb marketing, but if something was stupid but worked, then it wasn’t stupid. And this stunt fucking worked. V cursed under her breath, feeling more and more pissed.

“Okay, enough,” she pointed her finger at them. “We all need to chill, aight? We're not some fucking small-time act. We've earned our place there, and I know you know it too,” she huffed, downing her beer before continuing. “I’ll admit, seeing their name on the list was like a fucking slap, but that’s our wake-up call, you know? That’s the proof that this is not a fucking playground anymore.”

They all nodded slowly, Nova with satisfied smirk on her face.

“Finally,” she raised the bottle with a mocking toast and V rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.”

Nova only laughed her loud pearly laughter and downed her beer too. Raf, Misty and Prime exchanged glanced, and, at last, Raf sighed.

“Yeah, you’re right. We ain’t gonna back down because of couple of self-centered wannabes.”

“They’re mostly not half bad from what I heard,” Nova shrugged. “It’s only Silverhand who struts like a peacock.”

“The vocalist, right?” V sipped her beer.

“Yep. That means you need to crush his ego,” Nova smirked, poking V's arm and she finally laughed. Hurray for another day of emotional rollercoaster, she guessed.

“Yeah, no prob, choom.”

“Are there any pics of them online? I want to at least see if he’s as cute as they say,” Raf exhaled dramatically.

All girls rolled their eyes at him, but Nova pulled out her phone to look for any sign of them. It didn’t take her long to find their fanpage. She muttered something about setting up one for Banzai Riot too and handed Raf her phone. He tilted his head while zooming in on the pic and shrugged.

“Meh. I’ve seen better. The one with mullet is cute tho,” he smiled and handed the phone to Misty when she reached out to check them out too. It went on a tour round the room so all of them could see their future competitors, and when it finally got into V's hands, she choked on her beer.

“That asshole!”

Her bandmates exchanged surprised glances.

“What asshole?” Misty frowned.

“The one that- Shit,” she rubbed her forehead, realizing that they haven’t heard her story from before yet. “I bumped into some guy on the street today and he was all pissy about it at first and then smirking and shit. And he acted as if I was the only one not looking where I’m fucking going. That’s him! That’s the asshole!”

“Which one?” Nova frowned and V pointed her finger at the tall, broody one. “That’s Silverhand.”

“That’s him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Great. Fucking amazing,” she sneered and reached out for a cig. Fuck it, Dex already smoked inside, she won’t make it worse.

“Did he know who you are?”

V blinked in surprise, taken aback by Misty’s question.

“Nah… No, I don’t think so,” she frowned.

“You don’t look convinced, you know?”

“Well… When I think about it now, he was acting weird.”

“Well, maybe he did recognize you?” Nova questioned. “We played some gigs in the city too, maybe he saw one?”

V shrugged. There was some possibility of him stumbling across their concert one time. Or maybe he had found across them online. She knew that some of the audience recorded their stuff and posted it without a second thought, even if they didn’t know who was playing. Or maybe it was just a chance encounter and she was reading too much into it. V didn't know anymore. She was sure of one thing, though.

This competition is going to be one hell of a ride.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #alternate universe #au #silverv #johnny silverhand #fem v #fanfic #cyberpunk fanfic #slow burn #enemies to lovers #original characters

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nyx22-blogs · 2 years ago

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•Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You•

Heavily based off of the song Can't take my eyes off of you, by Frankie Valli

You're just too good to be true...

Since Bucky moved into the tower everything was a bit better. He had Steve again, he had a life again. He was even happy to have Sam.. he'd never admit it though. But if there was one thing that made his day it was you. Everyday, Bucky went to a coffee shop down the block. He wasn't necessarily the biggest fan coffee, but he went there to see you. You were the waitress/barista there and you were just so alluring. The prettiest smile he'd ever seen, lively eyes that seemed to somehow sparkle, a voice that could only be described as one that belonged to an angel. He loved how you never viewed the people who came to your shop as customers, but friends that you saw everyday. Especially the regulars, which was Bucky. You were so kind to Bucky, always saying hi to him when you could, sometimes sneaking off from the counter when the stop was calm to ask him how his day was. There were some days where you went as far as to write a 'have a good day' message on his coffee when he had to leave early. He truly liked you and he always thought to himself everyday that you were just too good to be true.

Can't take my eyes off of you...

It bothered Bucky the way he could never truly carry a conversation with you. Sure it was always a hi, hello, how was your day, any plans? But he couldn't say how he felt, he couldn't say that he wanted to take you out on a date, or that the new blouse you bought looked beautiful with the apron you wore. He couldn't even say how gorgeous you looked. And sure, the only reason he couldn't say that was because there truly wasn't a word in the English language that described your beauty...but still. So what did he do instead of talking to you? He looked at you. He'd just observe the way you handled everyone's order with care, the way you laughed when the old lady from across the street would complain about all the little boys who ran around in her yard, even though you knew she loved their company. He watched how you always snuck in little sweet treats for the group of 7 year old girls that visited the shop after school. Quite a few times when he'd look away to drink his coffee or just think about something, he'd catch you staring at him as well. He remembers one time where he caught you looking at him, while you were stirring some cinnamon into a cup of coffee. He had looked at you and smiled, he smiled even bigger when you blushed and looked away, continuing to talk to another customer. These were the little moments that sparked some hope and courage in him. He just couldn't take his eyes off of you.

You'd be like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much...

Bucky remembers the first time he "held" your hand. You had come over to his table in the corner to give him his coffee. You sat down to talk to him for a bit as well. You had done most of the talking, Bucky mostly just sat down and listened to your honey-sounding voice. When you told him you had to go you both had said your goodbyes, but your apron had gotten stuck between some of the open metal from the coffee table. You had rested one of your hands on his to keep yourself from falling and used the other to untie the fabric. When you left afterwards he was stunned. Your hand in his was one of the best feelings he ever had, and god did it feel so right. Like two puzzle pieces that fit, even though that sounds beyond cliché. Your hand was so soft and small, and he had pretty much memorized how it felt. Oh how he wishes he could hold you, instead of just your hand, like that. Sometimes Bucky could just imagine your arms wrapped around his torso, his hands around your back. It would feel amazing. In all honesty you'd be like heaven to touch, he wanted to hold you so much.

At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive...

Bucky had pretty much known you for about 5 months now. That was an appropriate time to wait to ask someone out.. right? He thought this in his head over and over again as he made his way to the Cafe. Going over all the possible scenarios in his head, he walked down the block and into the familiar-smelling cafe. Bucky saw you talking to another customer so he stood at the door and waited for you to finish. It was around 8:30 p.m., which was around closing time for you now. The customer walked out the door and you had turned around to gather your things. He walked up to you and said your name.

"Y/n?" You turned around in surprise, not expecting him to be here so late.

"Oh, Bucky. Hey. Where were you today? You usually come earlier." You said smiling. You'd never tell anyone but you missed him today, and you were worried when he didn't come in.

"I was uhm, helping a friend with something, and I couldn't come." What bucky said wasn't a complete lie. He was helping a friend, Steve actually. He was with Steve most of the day, helping out with old mission reports and filling some out.

"Oh, ok. Well uhm, is there any reason you came so late? I mean not that I didn't want to see you..I did actually but that not the point-" You stopped abruptly, trying not to further embarrass yourself.

"Yeah..you're the reason I came so late Y/N."

You looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that ever since met you I didn't have to try to be happy anymore. Just a smile on your face made my day Y/N. And..and I'd like to take you out on a date..of that's ok." Bucky said, his nerves starting to show.

"Bucky...yes. Yes, I'd love to go out with you." You said happily, running into his arms and hugging him tightly..arms wrapping around his torso and his wrapping around your back. It was exactly how he envisioned it, lovely and everything he'd ever want. You were all he would ever want. At long last his love has arrived, he thanked God he was still alive.

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AHHHHHHHH OMG I LOVE THIS AND YES I KINDA BLUSHED WRITING IT???

~A girl who is currently kicking her feet and giggling like an idiot 😁

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victorluvsalice · 2 years ago

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Happy Birthday Squid!

@gaydragonwizards -- as per your previous request, here is a story about Romero teaching Melody how to shoot, back before some of the major nonsense in our RP stuff! I hope you enjoy!

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“Okay, so – for our first lesson in shooting, I figured we’d start off with handguns.”

Romero snapped open the case in front of him, gesturing for Melody to take a look. “Got us a pair of basic Brokk 17cs here – they’re some of the easiest guns to get and carry around Los Angeles. I mean, pretty much every gang-banger and wanna-be crime lord on the street has got one of these in their back pocket or shoulder holster. Small, light, pretty easy to handle – downside is that they don’t have the greatest stopping power, but – well. You’re a Kindred – you’ve got other ways to stop people. And trust me, anything is better than that .38 your mother was using for fucking ages.” He rolled his eyes at the memory. “Seriously, I have no idea how she lasted until Hollywood with that damn thing. Like, she went down into the fucking Nosferatu sewers when that lizard asshole was filling them with shit with that and somehow managed to come out the other side.” He paused and considered this. “Then again, I guess she had Alice backing her up there. . .and let me tell you, that woman is terrifying with a knife.”

Melody made a grunt of agreement, then started reaching for one of the guns, clearly eager to begin. “Whoa – slow down there,” Romero said, putting his hand in front of theirs and earning himself a look. “Let’s get one thing straight right here, right now, okay? You don’t do anything until I tell you to. I’m the teacher here, and you’re gonna respect that.”

Melody’s eyes narrowed challengingly. “Don’t start – your mom’s asked me to teach you how to shoot a gun, and I’m happy to give you a few lessons,” Romero told them, frowning right back. “Knowing how to shoot, and shoot well, is a fucking lost art these days, and I wanna keep it around. But I know what you’re like, kid – that you’re into screwing around whenever you think you can get away with it. And normally I wouldn’t give a shit – but you cannot pull that while we’re having shooting lessons.” He wagged a finger at them. “I mean that – guns are dangerous. I mean, yeah, fine, not as dangerous to you guys as they are to humans and ghouls, but getting shot, especially in the right spot, still ain’t fun. You gotta respect your weapon – and more importantly, you gotta know how to handle it before you even think of pulling that trigger. I know you’re a smart kid, and you’ll pick up this shit fast, but you gotta listen to me. You start fuckin’ around, and I’ll end the lesson right here.” He leaned in for emphasis, meeting Melody’s gaze head-on. “And I’ll tell your mother exactly why.”

Melody’s expression went from “resting sullen” to “oh shit.” “Yeah, I figured that’d get your attention,” Romero said, allowing himself a tiny smirk. “I’m gonna try and keep it fun for you, I promise – we got loads of cans and bottles to shoot off the fence, for starters. But like I said, guns are dangerous, and I don’t want to be the one to explain to Ari why you’ve got a bullet wound or two in you – or in me. We do this, we’re doing it right. Good?”

Melody nodded, setting their face in “I’m ready and willing to learn” mode. “Great. So, before you even pick that thing up, a couple of safety tips to remember – always treat any gun as if it’s loaded. Even if you unloaded it yourself. Shit can happen, bullets can get chambered without you knowing, and it’s just not worth the risk. Second, always keep your finger off the trigger unless you intend to shoot. It’s too fucking easy to pull it without meaning to. And third, always be aware of not only your target, but what’s beyond it. Bullets go fast, and – depending on the caliber of the bullet and the gun – can punch through more stuff than you think. You don’t want to shoot a guy, only for the bullet to go right through him and hit your buddy on the other side.” He wagged his finger again. “What it comes down to is, well, don’t be an idiot. Think you can pull that off?”

Melody leveled another look at him. “Yeah, yeah, I know, lived under all our noses in that junkyard for who knows how long, you got brains and can take care of yourself. Just humor me and nod.”

That got a small smile, and the requested nod. “Fantastic. Okay – now you can pick up the gun, and I’ll show you how to check it and how to load it up. . .”

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#gaydragonwizards #Happy Birthday #fanfic #vtmb #tw: guns #tw: gun violence mention #Melody is the OC adopted Caitiff kid of their OC Arianna and Nines for reference folks #just repeating that for those who don't know #while Romero is well Romero #who will make sure that you respect guns #he's a marksman and he's gonna teach Melody RIGHT damn it #but yeah hopefully you enjoy Squid!#took me a bit to hit the right order of events but I think it came out pretty good in the end #happy date of birth!#queued

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theddude · 5 months ago

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I dont gett it..

After all we had, leaving me, and leaving me like this!...It is so not You!

What if whe run into each other on the street or stores...how you gonna react.?

Why cant you just say to Appie, i have to figure things out, and i need to talk with him?... Or did you already say, im over him and i do not want anything to do with him?...

Whe should meet, and if you wanna say goodbye then its your call...

What happened on sunday the 30th? Did Appie found out you had contact with me again?

Do you remember every movienight, you where getting close and in physical contact with me? Eventho I was sitting next to your husband, I loved it!

Do you remember how many sex we had when where remodeling your new house? Do you remember we where late for the hulabaloo festival because we where having fun together on the couch? Do you remember our trip to a fair in den bosch and you sucking me on a parkinglot? Do you remember all the nights we did your excel course together? Do you remember our visit to UWV? Do you remember getting the monthly fee raised by UWV after my suggestion? Do you remember me lending my dick to you to see how a man pee's? Do you remember all the quickies on the chair or couch while your husband showered? Do you remember me helping you getting through the work days? Do you remember me getting you promoted? Do you remember me holding you in a panick attack? Do you remember me calming you down? Do you remember us driving back to the gass station where you lost your walet?

Do you remember all our many moments together, we really have/had a bond! We had a click!

And now it is gone? Via a simple text message? You (two) are dumping me via a text message? After all we have been, thays not right, its not grown up, from Appie i expected nothing less, because he is a child, 1 week after you told him our relationship he was already laughing on the workfloor, he knew all a long but just was waiting for the bubble to burst, and now thinks he has leaverage of you, which is bullshit ofc! Marriage is not a prison, but he sees that differently, and we knew that all a long.

But I really dont gett it, normally you and I would be talking now, and the way we did after the first break was good. But that was broken again via text, no meeting no hugg goodbye, no kiss, no nothing...

That makes it impossible to believe this love, it isnt how you treat people you love...

It cant be over...

Im not angry I just dont gett it, I know you couldnt do the double thing anymore, then we just could have talked about it love?..

I will love you beauty, always will...

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crepuscollo · 2 years ago

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this starts with telling you that there’s more to what happened the last time i talked to hashem. when i replied to his story, and we talked, then he said blabla explain

idk how to do this without giving you trust issues because i know how much i talked and preached about you trusting me and then i went and fucked it up

i thought i would think ab my feelings and sort through them and figure them out before telling you what really happened because if i tell you you’re gonna ask me how i feel ab the both of u which i was confused about for a long time. i’m horrible and figuring out how i feel and thinking about things. i’m so fucking sorry.

and then i thought if i figure i have feelings for him and not you, then i have to break up with you obviously. but if i have feelings for both of you, then i’m not over him and i have to tell you still. and i thought.. if i don’t have feelings for him, and i love you and you’re all i want, then i can just not tell you, because it doesn’t matter, but i can’t lie to you. i fucking can’t. you’re so good to me and you are so pure and you love me so perfectly i just can’t pretend like i deserve it. not because i can hide it i should.

i hope you don’t look at me too different i know i’m a disappointment and u can’t trust me and ur probably surprised but don’t remember me in a bad way or atlst don’t remember our relationship in a bad way please and if you have any question not just rn but literally fucking three weeks later if u think ab it just tell me

i know you’re probably breaking up with me because you were saying before something like this is a strike to your self respect which isn’t wrong so i respect that i can’t ask you enak tedoos 3ala nafsak 34ani that’s wrong

look in the beggining all my friends told me this is moving way too fast you just met him and they were right i knew that and i kept saying i wanna slow down but all we did was go even faster and i knew it was wrong but i didn’t know what the fuck to do and i kept asking joyce why do things that move too quickly end up getting ruined and she told me idk girl it just happens and tbh we were right that’s exactly what happened i mean we met, a week later we go out and i have my first kiss not just with you but in general, 6 days later we hookup and i suck your dick, 7 days later you tell me you love me and you finger me.

that was just way too fucking fast and idk how to describe to you why this was bad or how i’m feeling about it but i’m just not ready for all this

you don’t feel like my best friend but he did like he sees a part of me that doesn’t even come out with you because you compliment in so many ways but this is a fundamental part that you don’t compliment me in and i’m sure if you’d had a couple more experiences with girls you’d see it too or idk why u don’t see it but it’s there bec it’s a two way street for complimenting each other and it’s like don’t u see that u don’t get me and my sisters sense of humor or you don’t get along with my friends like menna w joyce

and then there’s the religion part and idm u being unreligious but you’re not even muslim at all this isn’t smth id be ok with from the start but i liked you so much so i said it isn’t that big of a deal bec u know ab islam so you get it but you don’t and you treat me like i’m like you which i’m not and i’m not saying u don’t respect me as a religious person or my islam part but u don’t get it at all and u ignore it which i’m not blaming u for its just something that should’ve made us not get together it shouldn’t have been ignored from the start.

also the stress of sneaking around and lying and how much time u take when i wanna be with my friends and family and be honest and give summer to my friends idw skip out on hangouts and get told stories and idw sneak around my family to see you and lie to them and idw do more haram things like yes i want you sexually and i can’t hold back but that’s why i shouldn’t be with u and the sexual stuff is wrong not just bec of islam btw bec of me too i’m young and idw do it at this stage of my life at all

the part that really bothers me is the first kiss omar i told you i don’t want to kiss or do anything but when you put yourself in front of me like that it’s like if we were in a halal relationship and u decided to undress urself and stand infront of me while we r alone i cant refuse that i always give in I KNOW i’m the one who gives in and u can’t say no to me but i told u idw even have my first kiss and now you’re asking me to grind my bare clit against your dick and it just escalates more and idw do these things w someone who did them before and keeps asking me for more and and moves so quickly and doesn’t see how big of a deal they are it’s like me kissing u was already a ginormous deal but to u it’s just a kiss. it’s like ur taking my virginity and ur treating it like it’s nothing.

i feel so out of touch with my feelings and thoughts and self and i can’t think properly or process things properly and idw how to get back to normal and ik it has to do with u and if i’m not in touch with myself and i’m not processing correctly then it’s not the right time for me to being this and its too much for me and it’s js not right. and it feels like i’m going with the flow most of the time instead of making my own decisions.

also you realise i was still cozy with hashem even at prom like when we sat alone and talked and even on text after prom like do u realize it was happening at the same time then because me and him aren’t close i focused on u and thought i didn’t have anth between me and him but there is and i’m not over it he’s at the back of my mind he’s so familiar i’m not over it and there was no fa9el like that’s wrong i can’t jump into a relationship after him like that and kman move so quickly in it

sometimes i question if im even attached to you

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askthefivefallen · 6 months ago

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A: *part of her wants to dive back in, enthralled by the hope shining so evidently in Emily's eyes, but she can't help focusing on the seraph's compulsion to emphasize Ass' choice, to think about repercussions and consequences for her in the event she changes her mind. It confuses her, makes her brows pinch together briefly as she frowns, and then she decides that, before anything else, she wants to address it*

A: *she moves to coax Emily into sitting up while she straddles the seraph's lap, putting them more or less eye-to-eye, allowing one hand to reach around so she can massage the base of the seraph's wings while the other cups Emily's jaw, seeking to soothe away the worries plaguing her* "For the record, I want to kiss you, too. Hold you. I liked falling asleep to your heartbeat and then waking up and hearing you snoring. Eating dinner in pajamas. And even if Sera found out and fucking turned me into a tadpole or imprisoned me for the rest of eternity or fucking killed me, it wouldn't make me regret a moment I've spent with you. I don't give a fuck; Sera can't hurt me in a way that matters, except by hurting you." *she presses her lips into a thin line* "And that's what scares me. I want to be with you, Em. I want to make you happy. I want to kiss you breathless and dance the night away, sleep in late then wake up and you can teach me how to cook french toast. The only thing I stand to lose is my heart and, fuck, I think you've had it since that fucking hound party." *she can't help but chuckle fondly at the memory* "Down in the depths of Hell, surrounded by Hellborn getting fucked up on all sorts of shit, and you still found a way to cheer up every person you met, just by being so sweet and genuine with those who just... never had someone treat them with half as much respect. Fuck. And I thought I knew what falling felt like." *her expression softens* "You've had me hooked for a while, Em." *then she frowns, recalling her original point* "So believe me, if it ever comes to that... you'll know. I will tell you. I ain't afraid to speak my mind; I was threatening to throw you last night, remember? But it's a two way street. You gotta tell me if you change your mind, if you don't want this and... it's like I said before. I'm still gonna be here to help- friends or more than, you're fucking stuck with me until you tell me, explicitly, to fuck right the Hell off." *she pauses, smirks, decides it's the perfect time for a little gentle teasing* "Seeing as you're not one for cursing, though, I guess you'll find a nicer way to say that."

A: "But I need you to know that... I want this if you want this. We can go as fast or as slow as you want. You can't scare me off. And, I understand the situation. No one up here in Heaven would approve of you dating- or, well, seeing, kissing, however you wanna say it, a Fallen angel. Hell, they'd probably be pissed if I still had my halo because I'm an Exorcist. And if all that wasn't enough, it's me, and I'm not winning any popularity contests around here. I'd love to walk with you down the promenade with an arm around your waist, sneaking a kiss to your cheek whenever you look away just to see how many I can get before you tell me to knock it off- or start kissing me back." *she sighs* "But that... might never be possible. I get that. So I need you to understand that I care, even if I can't say it or show it because of where we are, or because of who's watching. I care about you, Em, you- Emily, the stubborn, empathetic seraph who tackled me into a bed to make sure I didn't sleep on the floor and talked an imp through a messy breakup at a party."

A: *she leans forward, presses a kiss to Emily's cheek then to her lips, the second lingering for only a moment because she's serious and she wants to be clear about this* "Whatever this is, I'm yours, I choose you, and I'll let you know if that changes, but I have a reputation for being a little stubborn so good fucking luck on that front." *she smirks* "Some might say it's part of my charm." *she tilts her head* "By the way... do you know what a hickie is?"

A: *Ass groans, brows knitting together as the tries fighting to stay asleep to no avail, reluctantly opening her eyes to see the window still darkened by night... in a bedroom that's only dimly familiar* "... shit..."

A: *she tenses, recalling the previous nights events and she's relieved to find Emily still sleeping soundly beneath her... except for the problem that she now faced, not wanting to risk waking the seraph but also needing to use the restroom; apparently, downing several glasses of holy water before falling unconscious really wasn't any different to getting wasted* "Next time someone tries to kill me, I'm just going drink a bottle of whiskey."

A: *she tries to move a little but finds Emily's wings and arms still around her and worries she'll rouse the seraph if she keeps moving, so she stops and resolves to wait, hope, and hold it*

((-@askthefivefallen))

*As Ass tries to escape Emily subconsciously wraps herself tighter around her. She presses her cheek against the top of her head before returning to soft snoring*

*An hour goes by before she starts to wake up, her wings stretching gently before returning to where they were wrapped. She opens her eyes and looks down at Ass with half-lidded eyes and a grin, happy to see she’s still there*

*Something about being half asleep gets the better of Emily as her filter is clearly absent from its post* “You are so beautiful I think it could kill me.” *As she hears the words echo back to her she tenses but tries to keep her face from showing it as she begins the arduous process of wrangling her filter back to its home. She did mean it, she just didn’t mean to say it.* “I mean, uh, you’re really beautiful for having just woken up. Not that you aren’t always beautiful! Just like unnaturally so right now in this very moment! Not that you’re unnatural- you’re so very natural! I just-” *she takes in a breath and holds it, turning away and staring at the Hell Lily on her bedside table* “I think you’re very beautiful, Ass.”

*She blinks and wonders how she’s already a mess and the sun isn’t even up. Her left eye twitches.* “Let’s just try this again. Good morning! How did you sleep?”

#ask emily #ask the fallen #ass (but not that kind)#((keep going offf loving it 100/10 also Emily name drop that seraph; you can't spell assassinate without Ass))

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garoujo · 2 years ago

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YOU HAVE (1) NEW REQUEST FROM @GETO SUGURU . . .

WANNA PLAY SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN?

➤ seven minutes in heaven series masterlist.

NEW MESSAGE @WARNINGS : f!reader, college!au, best friends to lovers, frat party!au, exhibitionism, mutual pining, unprotected sex, one of those very cliche bickering / fighting to making out scenes, fingering, confessions, seven minutes in heaven scenarios that definitely last longer than seven minutes, creampie, dry humping.

(1) ATTACHMENT @WC : est. 5.3k

NEW MESSAGE FROM EMMIE @GAROUJO : i’ve done hcs about kissing during an argument before n ngl they kinda inspired this so :3 another lil instalment to the series + only two to go!! fank yew for sm support on these fics <3

geto suguru had always been a constant in your life, he was the consistency despite the inevitable change of everything else and you still think fondly back on the years spent together with your bestfriend.

he’d always been kind to you, well mannered and polite despite being a little fragile but he was your other half in a way and always pushed you to achieve everything he knew you could. he was your rock and the shoulder you’d cried on a few too many times than you’d like to recall. but he’d always treated you with an honesty and a respect that you basked in and held close to your chest through the years.

you remember sitting in the same tea shop you still visit now five years ago, you’d sigh with a “suguru” when you didn’t get a question in your homework, and you’d hear him break into laughter before crossing his arms over his chest when you rested your head on the table, pouting while he pinched at your cheek and told you to let him see.

you still have your notebooks that you’d both use to doodle in class, steady scratches of ink and his name signed across the top, but now it’s been replaced by a laptop that he’d help you pick out when you graduated. it’s the same as his and you’re glad you’d stood your ground when it came to your insistence on a webcam, because you still found comfort in the late night cram sessions with suguru — pulling your laptop onto your stomach while he scribbles away at his notes, with the same type of pen he always used.

“we’re gonna need coffee in the morning, it’s almost 1am already.” you’d groan, rubbing at the your eyes with the heel of your palm and you’d watch your bestfriend lean back to stretch, his shirt rising slightly to show off the smooth ivory muscle that dips into the waistband of his sweatpants.

“it’s your turn, i got the last two.” suguru would hum, soft syllables as a teasing sort of smile twitches at his lips and you’d always feign a pout just so he’d look at you like that a little longer.

you remember it was the same way he looked at you as you both sat on the roof of your childhood home before you left for college, the one that was on the same street as his while the packed up boxes sat stacked in your room. your suitcase sat right next to his at the door and how both help the tangible pieces of your life, and it’s something that you still smile at.

“i’m still here with you.” is what suguru had told you in honesty when he noticed you staring into the same spot in the night sky, shuffling closer to wrap you in an embrace and rub at your back, and you still smiled despite the ache that settled in your chest that night at the thought of your cleared bedroom and the empty space it left.

“always?” you’d asked with uncertainty but the “always.” that fell quickly from your best friends lips in reply was nothing but earnest, honest.

it still hurt, but when you turned to meet his kind-hearted smile you noticed that the pain dulled, and maybe it was then that you first found yourself realising that he would always have you, your love, your vulnerability and you’re truth.

and maybe that’s when love began to take its first few tentative steps to meet you both.

“are my good looks distracting you, sweet thing?” satoru laughs, pulling you back to where you are now, in the overheated living room of the frat party he’d dragged you and suguru too, and a look over your shoulder would reveal your dark haired bestfriend who gives you a grin.

he looks a little tired, you think. suguru’s kept his hair a little longer than how he used to back in high school, back when he didn’t used to style his hair and it hung around the front of his eyes. he pulls it back, it’s still slightly messy but it fits, and it frames his features when he blinks at you, soft and slow before he’s raising his brow in a way that never fails to make you feel warm.

it’s become almost an immediate reaction when you turn back to roll your eyes at whatever seems to come out of satoru’s mouth at this point, snorting before he’s righting himself with a laugh and shooting you a cocky sort of wink.

you’d become comfortable in the push and pull you’d found in your group of friends, you and suguru had both met gojo in your first year and it warmed you from the inside at how quickly you three came together ( with the addition of utahime, who’s excuse for not coming to the party tonight was the exam she has in a few days, and how she couldn’t afford to lose the braincells that she claims hanging around with satoru would melt )

but with your blooming friendship you had realised just how perceptive gojo satoru was, having him pick up on your crush on your bestfriend fairly quickly, and maybe it was his realisation that made you truly realise it yourself.

even though you basically had to swear your trust to him for life when he’d teased you about it, making you tickle relentlessly at his sides until he was wiping his tears with his loud laughter and swearing secrecy.

you hear suguru laugh at gojo’s teasing in the now but then his eyes are back on you, and he really looks at you before he’s nudging into your side and mouthing a “you really okay?” because at the root of who he was—suguru has always been kind, and you can’t deny that you’re a little inwardly delighted that he still checks on you even now.

“we gotta do something to get people excited, this needs to be wilder.” that same gojo hums, sending you a look that seems a little calculating and a dangerous sort of menacing when he taps on his chin with a long finger before he’s grinning.

“what are you smiling about?” suguru drawls, giving gojo a humoured sort of grin that makes him lean back to laugh before he’s falling forward again, shooting you both a teasing look from above the rim of his glasses.

“oh? you scared?” he hums and you feel your best friends arm hook around your shoulder before you’re pulled into his chest, feeling the warm muscle through his shirt when it presses against your side and you hate the way it makes your breathing hitch before suguru speaks again — his lips close enough for you to feel the way his breathing rolls over your shoulders.

“heh, nah. i’m sure we’ll be fine.”

—

but fine wasn’t exactly what you’d call this situation, gojo’s grand plan it seems was a good old game of seven minutes in heaven, and you’d be lying if you said that watching him round up a drunken group of students with the simple words wasn’t amusing.

you’re sinking into the plush (but also grossly soaked with college mysteries) seat of the arm chair in the corner of the living room, while suguru takes his place on one of the thick arms. his thighs are spread at either side of the cushion as he leans against the back to balance his huge stature, knocking his calve against your thigh to pull your attention from the dramatics satoru is pulling in the middle of the room.

“you sure ‘bout this?” he grunts from his place beside you, the question is spoken in earnest and you know that if you ever said you were uncomfortable he’d be pulling you out without a second thought.

but if you were honest, you weren’t sure of this.

infact you hadn’t realised just how tightly your hands had been nervously curling against your thighs for aslong as you’d sat here, because every couple that left the room with hoots and haulers, was one couple less infront of you and suguru — and watching your bestfriend and life-long crush being whisked into a darkened college closet with anyone who wasn’t you for seven minutes of fucking heaven, wasn’t exactly how you’d describe a good night.

“you’re next, sweet thing.” satoru drawls, breaking you out of your own internal spiral just as your turn finally circulates and you don’t notice the way that suguru also seems to tense at the words, shuffling uncomfortably by your side before he’s resting a heavy palm against your shoulder — his means of comfort, you tell yourself.

“spin it for me, please~” you ask, your words a smooth sort of plea and you watch a grin curl the sides of satoru’s lips before his eyes sweep to suguru quickly, a look that goes unnoticed by you from where his crystalline gaze is hidden behind his black, tinted frames.

you feel like you watch the amber of the empty beer bottle spin forever and you feel like you’re just about to climb the walls when it finally begins to slow, your heart rate climbing into a heavy sort of thud against your chest when you openly cringe about some of the possibilities scattered along the room.

but a possibility you don’t consider, was the bottle landing just slightly to your left, shamelessly pointing towards your… bestfriend and crush geto? who’s sending you a curious look from where he’s manspread at the side of your fucking arm chair — like he’s gauging your reaction before allowing himself to reveal his own, and you hate the way you feel hope dangle in the space where you take a breath.

you’ve convinced yourself everything is fine, like you’ll totally be able to resist the absolutely irresistible man you’re about to be trapped in a darkened closet with for seven minutes of fucking heaven, the same guy who you’ve been crushing on for as long as you’ve known him.

“i’m glad it’s just you i got, suguru.” you say nervously as you’re both marched towards your destination, desperately trying to feign like you’re not completely freaking out and this is totally normal.

but then you turn with your words and you don’t miss the way suguru’s biceps twitch slightly with your effort to hide your true feelings, hearing him hum lowly before his shoulders drop with a sigh and his tongue pokes at his cheek, but just as quickly as his irritated expression forms it vanishes.

“yeah, just me..” there’s a change in his tone with his reply, it’s not the usual smooth and soft tone he seemed to reserve for you — it was sharp and honest and… hurt? before the door of the closet is suddenly shutting behind you both and you sway when you look up at geto to realise his eyes are already on you.

you’re so aware of the close proximity between you both and if you weren’t so hellbent on trying not ruin your friendship with geto suguru you’d gladly melt closer, pushing yourself against the soft muscle of his broad chest just so you can feel the way his warmth curls down your spine in blissful waves.

but then you’re suddenly aware of the awkward silence that settles in the darkened room, one that was so unfamiliar you feel a sudden nervousness twist in your abdomen before you finally speak. “i didn’t mean it like that.” you say quickly, suddenly reminding yourself of your previous words and you watch suguru’s shoulders drop again when he exhales.

“is that all you’ll ever see me as?” geto says plainly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats as he casts you a heavy look that you almost mistake for a glare in the dim lighting.

“what does that mean? we’re best friends.” you reply quickly, your hands twisting into the hem of your skirt when you search desperately for the warmth hidden behind suguru’s gaze, noticing that he almost flinches with the title you still speak in earnest — like you’re trying to convince yourself he’s just that, despite the way your bestfriend always seemed to make your heart jump.

“fuck, see that is exactly what i mean.” he grunts and the bite to his tone catches you off guard as you watch him place his large palm across his face, and you feel some form of instinct turn in your stomach before you’re biting back with a tone that’s even colder.

“no, you’re not making any sense, sugu. i’ve known you foreve—“ you hiss and suguru’s volume rises with his breath when he cuts you off just as the final thread of his patience snaps. “and i have loved you for just as long. do you know how many times i’ve seen your heart broken knowing i could treat you better? do you know how annoying that is to watch?”

“and why didn’t you say anything then?” you hiss back, the sudden confession from your bestfriend making your emotions run rampant, ensuing chaos on your train of thought and clouding your judgement when you glare back, not realising he’s taking a step closer.

“would you have listened?” he bickers back and you realise that you both really sound like some old married couple you normally see in the aisle of the supermarkets fighting over fruit.

except maybe not as cute, because suguru clicks his tongue and your heart kicks against your chest with a sharp thud before you’re leaning closer, poking your finger against his chest to emphasis your reply. “yes because if you actually looked at me for one second. you’d know that i’ve thought about the exact same thi—“

the end of your sentence is cut off when suguru’s lips suddenly find your own and his imposing stature is pressing you tight against the door behind you.

the way he kisses you has you reeling, it’s lazy and slow but so very satisfying, and you gasp when he licks into your mouth with an instensity that makes you whimper, feeling his tongue drag messy along your own, and you can’t help but exhale in a reverence before your hands are twisting in his hair to pull him closer.

“do you know how long i’ve waited for you to say that, sweetheart?” suguru grunts when he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours, his soft pants cooling the mixture of spit on your pouty lips while his large hands grab at your hips.

“well i’m saying it now. so kiss me, sugu.” you laugh and there’s a subtle curl to the corners of his lips before he’s on you again, turning your positions to lead you back against the small cabinet hidden in the corner as he moves his lips against your own followed by a content sort of sound.

“shit, sound so fuckin’ pretty when you say that.” suguru hears himself groan before he’s shooting you a softer, tilted grin. he feels like he’s caught in a stand still and when he feels your fingers pull tighter at his hair he feels the last of his resolve snap, his tongue dipping past your lips to glide along your own and he hopes you can feel the years of pining and feelings he buries into the kiss.

“you’re sure about this?” he asks as his hips cage you against the countertop, bunching your skirt up around your hips and you feel heat burst along the new skin he reveals when he squeezes, giving him a soft, keening “y-yes.” in response and you’ve never felt so sure of anything in your life when you breathe heavy with him — fingers tangling in his hair to keep kissing him.

“shit—you don’t know how many times i’ve thought about this, sweetheart.” your thighs wrap around suguru’s hips to squeeze around his middle and you gasp when you feel him roll his cock forward into you. “fucking me in a frat closet?” you giggle before it breaks into a gasp when the blunt head catches under the hood of your clit through your panties and makes your abdomen twitch while suguru smirks down at you. “nah, finally getting to call you mine, pretty girl.”

you can feel his heart thudding against your chest where he’s got it pressed tightly to your breasts, brushing his nose against yours as his shaky breath rolls over your lips and his fingers flex in your skin.

he’s barely touched you and suguru already feels like he’s losing his mind, the way your body feels against his really is like fucking heaven and the doe-eyed look you cast him when he pulls away only reminds him how tightly you have him wrapped around finger.

“you are so fucking beautiful.” he drawls, dark eyes sweeping over your disheveled appearance when he casts you a heavy look from under his lashes before his lips are trailing down your skin — smearing messy kisses along your jawline.

you feel him growl, low and rugged while his teeth nibble along the sensitive spots that have your head dropping back to moan when he rolls the delicate skin gently between his teeth, smoothing his tongue over the blooming marks after, and the deep throb of desire you feel in your gut almost drowns out how loud the bass that still echoes through the closet from the other side of the door is.

you whimper, words spoken dreamily like a half-drunken mantra and fuck—were you intoxicating, suguru thinks.

the way you smooth your fingers through his dark hair before you’re pulling at the roots—making his bun fall into a messier style as it begins to frame his flushed features with an unruly but charming effect, and he pulls away to cast you a look that reminds you just how pretty he looks when he’s a little wild, a little needy.

it feels like there’s a fire in the darkened closet that almost consumes you both, and you feel like you’re losing yourselves in the fiery, lustful spark but you can’t stop, you’d rather beg to continue — to burn longer, together as you both plead for the carnal release you crave.

you feel suguru’s head dip to kiss along your collarbones, tracing his lips along the low neckline of your shirt, and the catch of his soft lips on your skin makes your thighs squeeze around his hips before he’s groaning. breathing heavy and eager when his fingers climb the seams of your body to flick the thin straps off your shoulders, letting him pull and tuck your shirt under your tits.

one of his hands move quickly under your bra, pulling it down to grab a slow, languid handful of your breast while his calloused thumb swipes back and forth over the firmed, pointed bud. the way you moan for him has his cock twitching in his pants, heavy and throbbing as you arch into his touch with warm need before he leans down, messily tracing his tongue along the same trail his thumb created moments ago.

suguru suckles languidly, dragging his tongue in slow, agonising, mindless patterns across the sensitive, aching skin of your nipples and he feels like he could watch you like this forever. his awe of you feels like it burns you as the unruly, charming fall of his hair lies across his cheeks.

“holy shit, sweetheart. look at you.” he mumbles against your tits, continuing his lewd, messy movements as his own spit coats his cheeks—soft pants cooling where it lies along your skin while his other hand trails its way up the inside of your thighs to pull your panties to the side.

you feel the first swipe of his fingers pet along your glistening folds as he traces the rough pad to part the petals of your pussy—gathering your slick before he’s smearing it under the hood of your clit and rolling the puffy bud with two fingers as your voice echoes through the walls of the darkened closet. “i want you, sugu—ah!”

suguru peers up at you through heavy eyes before his fingers are sinking into you, they’re thick enough for you to hiss at the stretch but he’s already making the whole fucking room tremble when he presses them up into you, grazing them along the swollen spot inside of you until your eyes feel like they’re rolling back towards the ceiling.

“always known you better than anyone else—fuck, know exactly what you need, angel.” his fingers drag more of your slick out everytime they sink into you and it’s lewd, the loud squelching sounds that you’re convinced he’s determined to engrave into the walls with every twist of his wrist.

it was true that suguru knew you better than anyone, even now — when he’s languidly pumping his fingers in and out of your wet heat, using his thumb to roll your clit as he brushes against the spongy spot inside of you with a precision that’s almost scary considering this is the first time he’s touched you.

you’re whimpering and rolling your shoulders already, and you hope that the heavy bass that’s echoing through the frat is loud enough to drown out the way you’re crying out for him when your lips tremble, and he pushes his fingers deeper, feeling your walls twitch and squeeze around him at the new pace as he grins at you.

“see, sweetheart. gonna take such good care of you.” suguru drawls, scissoring his fingers inside of you and he fucking loves the way you’re grinding into his touch with needy little humps, brushing your clit harder against his thumb as your warm walls pulse around his digits, sucking him back in everytime he draws them out.

you’ve never been so sure of anyone in your life, he always treats you like you were made of glass and maybe he truly was your other half. but this was new territory, a new lesson and he wants nothing more than to burn your pleasure to memory, the way your brows fall in bliss or the way your lips part to moan.

geto suguru knows everything about you; from how you look when you lie, to your tells when you’re about to cry, so maybe that’s why you feel your orgasm tingle and burn along your skin almost embarrassingly quickly, because he could tell that the way youre twisting your hands in his shirt and whining so prettily for him was truth because he knows you.

your thighs quiver around the width of his huge stature when he works your body with smooth but intense precision, the heated desire that’d been twisting in your stomach finally snapping with the first too-much touch of his fingers. the way you’re crying out for him is addictive, your bestfriend, who’s kissing you dizzy once more as your pussy throbs around him, hips rocking back and forth as you hiccup and mewl and he greedily swallows up the sounds.

“c-can’t get enough of you, pretty.” suguru pants before he’s kissing you again, words raspy and muffled when he draws his fingers back to scoop his heavy, throbbing cock out of his pants, sighing at the sudden sexual freedom when it springs free. he feels the cool air roll over the sensitive glands as it smears pre-cum along the skin of your thighs, and he sucks on your bottom lip before he pulls away.

his fingers wrap around the thick base before he’s giving it a few rough strokes of his hand, grunting when it throbs against his palm and he’s pulling his shirt between his teeth to let the fabric pool above his thick chest. he taps the blunt head teasingly against your clit, sending you a grin that’s a little cheeky as much as it is sweet when you twitch in the remnants of your tingling pleasure.

“you gonna take all of it, sweetheart?” you hear suguru’s question drop to a growl when he rests his heavy cock along your pelvis, giving you a taste of how deep he’s going to reach inside of you.

the deep throb of want with the sudden realisation has your breath catching before you’re leaning back, sliding your fingers between your folds to spread them lewdly like a silent plea. the action pulling a long, hum of amused approval from your bestfriend before his large palm is keeping you pinned to the counter beneath him, and his lips are curling into a smirk.

“fuck, that’s my girl.” he drawls, squeezing playfully at your sides with his fingers but it’s just enough to have you both laughing together before he lines himself up, letting his cock part it’s way through your folds to find the entrance of your flexing cunt.

you watch the way suguru’s lips part to groan before his head is falling forward to rest his forehead against yours, the dark ends of his hair tracing featherlight touches along your cheeks as he finally pushes past your folds. you feel his large hands squeeze at your hips when he finally begins to sink into your warm cunt, breathing deep as he drags you along the thick spread of his cock, and it feels like he sinks into you forever —your walls flexing around him the deeper he goes.

“oh fuck—look how well you take me, sweetheart.” he grunts, lavishing and indulging in the way your body feels like it was fucking made for him, his eager hands stroking down the curve of your hips before they’re flexing almost too tight in the skin when he finally bottoms out with a pleased hiss.

suguru’s broad chest expands with a deep inhale before he moans, drawing his hips back until only the head is left inside of your twitching pussy before he’s sinking back into you, and it feels like he reaches even deeper this time. the thick spread of his cock feels like it punches the air out of your lungs when he begins a steady pace, and the needy push and pull of your cunt rewards each heavy thrust with a twitch around his cock that has him groaning deep.

“really been made for me all these years. fuckin’ k-knew it.” there’s a carnal drop in his tone now that he’s finally buried in you, now that you’ve given your all to him and he’s drinking it up so eagerly, like he wants to be glued to you for eternity, to eat, drink, breathe your pussy and your pleasure in every lifetime after this one.

“feels so good, suguru—fuck!” you gasp and suguru can’t help but think that his name has never sounded better than when its breathed from your lips in whispery bliss.

the force of his hips pick up as his grip on your skin tightens, the loud and clapping force of his thrusts echoing through the walls of the darkened closet, feeling him melt into you as you drag your nails along the skin of his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

“yeah? fuck, y-you like that? sound so sweet for me.” suguru grumbles, an air of playfulness to his tone with the way he exhales a crooning sort of chuckle. but his movements are becoming sloppier despite the way the strength behind them remains, he feels like he’s losing himself in the dizzy spin of the room, the way your body is clapping against his and the hug of your warm walls around his cock.

you can hear the way the old countertop beneath you is banging against the wall in time with the rhythm of his hips, and you’re pretty sure whatever frat’s keep stored in cabinets hidden in dark closets is clattering around inside also. but suguru’s got you feeling mindless, and you can’t bring yourself to care about anything except how fucking good you feel when his cock brushes against your swollen spots with ease, fucking every thought out of your mind that isn’t him.

“shit, let me feel you sweetheart.” suguru breathes ragged as he hugs you closer, pounding away at the spot that has a pleasurable warmth pooling in your abdomen and you feel his huge stature tremble when he curls over you.

“so pretty.” is spoken against your skin when he rests his face in the crook of your neck and the praise feels like it drips down your body as he smears messy, wet kisses along your shoulder — bathing you in confessions that make your limbs feel weightless.

the blunt head of his cock feels like it kisses every part of you when he hooks your thigh higher around his waist, following it with a particularly sharp roll of his hips as his trimmed pelvis grinds against your puffy clit. you can almost feel the way he’s thickening and throbbing in time with the needy coax of your cunt, the grip he has on you almost bruising as you cry out into the darkened closet, your hips trembling and pulling a drunken laugh from your bestfriend before his eyes close for a moment in pleasure of his own.

suguru’s sharp eyes cut down into you with the first jolt of your body, the coiling, tight heat in your stomach finally snapping as your hands move to twist tightly in the dark roots of his hair, making you gasp and jolt with the familiar rush of your second orgasm finally washing over you, and it feels even more intoxicating than the last.

“fuck, there w-we go, sweetheart. love you like this, shit—i love you.” your dark haired bestfriend groans with the first milking compression of your walls, pulling back only to pull you in for another feverish kiss, lewd whimpers of how tight you are mixing with more hormone-drunken, slurred confessions as your cunt continues to squeeze him and he gives more to you than he has anyone before.

“i love you too, sugu—“ you breathe and your whispery, drawl is all it takes for suguru to finally spill into you with a sharp grunt as your cunt milks him, swallowing your moans with deeper ones of his own as he kisses you dumb with low growls and babbled curses hissed between your lips.

his thrusts are shallow as he fucks his thick load into you, pushing a mixture of both your orgasms out the tight seal of your walls everytime his cock sinks back into you with a lewd, wet sound. his movements only cease when you’re both hissing from sensitivity and he’s holding himself above you, pressing warm kisses along your lips and cheeks as you both bask in the drowsy, warm moments following your orgasms before the silence settles.

“so you were right here all along?” you break the silence with a laugh, and you feel suguru straighten up over you before he’s sending you a smile that’s pink cheeked, but just as gentle and comforting as always. so when you inhale, you don’t hold your breath because you exhale just fine at the warmth you still feel in his gaze.

“yeah, told you didn’t i. for now and for always, sweetheart.” he promises and you smile before you’re elbowing him playfully “stop that, you’re so cheesy, sugu!” you smile and suguru chuckles before he’s speaking “i love you.” out loud instead of whispering it and kissing you again. he hopes you notice that his tone doesn’t waver, his words laid on the line, bare and honest and hoping you know he means it from this lifetime until the next.

the way he touches you after is gentle, both souls stripped bare for eachother and it would almost be romantic if you still weren’t stuck in some dingy frat house closet. but just as suguru curls you against his chest you feel a familiar drone sound from the other side of the closet, led lights and the stuffy atmosphere seeping into the room when the door cracks open and satoru is sending you both a narrowed, playful smirk that’s a little too observant for your liking.

“oh? arent you two sweet. was countin’ on ya to finally get together, utahime owes me for this.”

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