#Actually should I cook tonight I don't have to at all but I am kinda bored so maybe I want to

[bsaka7]

decided im not going back to being a full vegetarian. in part bc how good this goat was i had at a Somali place in town. it was so fucking good it was crazy

[serxinns]

idk if u do angst or not but i love me so good angst so if u dont mind can u do some kiribaku x reader angst plz i would love that thx like they cooking for kiri and bakugo and bakugo complains about how little reader dose and kiri agrees cuz they just kinda stay at home and clean do the laundry and so like after he says that she gets mad so the next day she does nothing and like just reads like doesn't cook for them that night doesn't do there laundry and doesn't clean the house that day and at first bakugo's mad about it and kiri doesn't know what to feel and this go's for a few day and kiri and bakugo have to do everything and the see how hard it is and apologizes to reader! i think it cute

thank you plz dont feel like u have to! i love ur writing

*evil laughter* you fool I AM THE IDEAL ANGST WRITER AND IM A KIRIBAKU FAN IM A YUZUYA FAN AFTER ALL 😈

You were humming along to your favorite song as you were carrying 3 baskets of both your husband's clothes "That's About all of them" you huffed in relief you then grabbed and poured all the bleached cleaning chemicals in there and the clothes and turned on the washing machine "ok so I cleaned the room unclothed the sink and the toilet went and got groceries what else..." you were thinking for a while until a delight smell met your nose

"Man whatever Kats is cooking must be good I might sneak a bite or two.." a mischievous grin started forming on your face you crept out of the laundry room in the halls to where the kitchen to hear Kiri and Katsuki talking, you leaned your ear closer and it seems like they were talking about you

"And then when I came back I saw y/n tried and laying on the couch sleeping like a layout sloth with MY favorite chips in hand! " You giggled as you heard Katsuki angrily rambling on to his other lover Kiri about you slacking off thinking he was still holding a grudge about the snack incident"God I wish she could just do SOMETHING around the house rather than clean and BARELY cooking shes so..LAZY" "bakugo don't be so mean but yea I kinda agree I wish she could do more in the house rather than clean.."

Your heart stung at that very moment tears started to swell up in your eyes you had to carry Kiri's 2000-pound dumbbells when it was delivered at his home which bruised your hands and arms pretty bad, another time you saw permanent stainsmon Akatsuki's hero suit due to a battle with a notorious villain and decided to spend all your savings try and get it off, the more rambling they went on about you being "Lazy" the more angry and hurt you were

You then ran up the stairs and stuffed your face into the pillow and cried softly were you not working hard enough? After all the bruises cuts and money worth nothing? Were you actually Lazy? Thoughts swirled around your head and you lost your appetite you didn't feel like sleeping with them so you grabbed a pillow and blanket and slept in the guest room for tonight, you locked the door making sure they wouldn't barge in

Suddenly a knock on the door alerted you "Hey baby you there why are you in the guest room?" Kiri asked concern filling his voice but you ignored him getting the pillow and putting it on your head, Kiri tried a few more times getting more worried for you so he quickly ran down to get Katsuki about the situation "hèy blast y/n locked herself in the guest room... I think they're ignoring me" katsuki rolled his eyes while brushing his teeth getting ready for bed

"She's probably in her "dramatic bitch phase moods" or whatever she calls it she'll prob get over it in the morning," he said waving it off "but it feels like shes mad at us.. I think we should-" he was cut off by katsuki kissing him on the lips "El they'll be fine I'm sure of it plus she'll prob crawl back into bed without us knowing in the middle of the night now good night" katsuki pecked kiri on the cheek and jumped into bed Kiri took one last Glance in corners and slowly climbed in the bed feeling a bit empty even katsuki felt it so he clung onto Kiri but it was still empty and cold without you

The next morning they woke up and there was still no you, katsuki glanced at the space and rolled his eyes maybe you are mad.. or you woke up early to cook breakfast? Katsuki then took a shower and then got ready, you normally already had his warm dry clothes in the drawers but to his surprise, they were all soaking "Y/N!" He yelled out stomping around to hunt you down for this cruel prank but to find out you already left without their breakfast... only but a note and plain grain cereal saying "Here's your breakfast breakfast 😁"

Katsuki was stunned knowing that you would go all out making them a big breakfast with their drinks and everything decorated Kiri followed behind him yawning he glanced at the table and looked a bit worried "Katsuki what if we did make her upset" Katsuki groaned at his boyfriends whining and turn towards him "she's not mad she's probably was too lazy to do it and even if she was she can't go that far we can outlast her rebellion" he said with confidence

It's been 2 days and it's been hell you weren't lifting a finger for them and both of your boys weren't too pleased with that, katsuki wasn't used to washing clothes so he accidentally mixed the colored clothes with the white clothes which stained some of the white clothes to his annoyance, Kiri was freaking out that there was red hair dye left and he had hero meaning to go and his hair was almost turning black he begged you to go to the store but to his defeat you just stared at him and politely said no and got back to your reading

Katsuki was getting enraged by your sudden behavior so he confronted you with a beaming glare "Oi what's with this shitty attitude your pulling?" "Blasty no!" You tilted your head innocently at the 2 Men "What do you mean I'm doing something" You were about to go back to your read when Katsuki snatched the book and slammed it on the counter you glared at him "I had enough of this shitty attitude woman you have been doing less and less work each day and we're paying the consequences"

you scoffed "But is this what I am right a Lazy bum" Katsuki was about to question you about your statement but then it hit him..the memory of him and Kiri talking about you... "you heard our conversation" you looked over to him as your eyes narrow "at every single last word" Kirishima swelled up with guilt avoiding eye contact with white katsuki was still glaring

"Listen, baby, we're sorry it won-" "Oh don't give me that half ass apology you're gonna have to work for it BIG TIME" "Oh please like we deserve your forgiveness just because you're not doing much" You laughed sarcastically and got in his face

"I bet your ass wouldn't last a week without me doing the housework" "Fine winner gets to use the others credit card for the day and make them breakfast in bed for almost a week" "what!? Bakugan I dont think-" "Deal" you cut off Kirishima as you shook hands with the blond "what have I gotten into"

The next few days were hell! Most of Kiri and katsuki's colored clothes were bleached due to Kiri accidentally putting them in the colored clothes rather than putting them in the white clothes all their clothes were full of dye stains that day while you happily shopped you some clothes,

Katsuki, on the other hand, was worse he didn't have any time to make breakfast or lunch so he went on for the day cranky and hungry having to eat cheap instant ramen in his break and was questioned by fans on why was there Clear dye stain on his suit and kiri got laughed by both his friends and in the agency about his hair drooping and all black colored making his fans chased after him with questions or stating they liked his hair red which was to his annoyance

You watched as the two boys struggled with doing their jobs as you sat there secretly giggling to yourself and talking with your friends on the phone like a form to brag it to them

"Katuki im gonna apologize it's getting too much..." Kiri told Katsuki as he was struggling to mow the lawn (you also do that) "Are you kidding you giving up that easily because she was a" "No Bakugo because I know to feel what's it like its hard, look at you, your struggling to turn on the lawn mower your clothes are stained and we haven't eaten no good meals in over a week I'm tried katsuki and you are too"

katsuki stood they're quietly he didn't wanna admit but it was true it had been torture without you hell even if they kept going like this the whole house would be a disaster but not inky that their relationship would be stained and he didn't want that he truly loved you two even if he doesn't show it and he doesn't mean or intentionally wanna hurt you was he really taking it to far? That's what he made his final decision

"Fine.." Kiri turned slowly turned into smirk a bit "what was that couldn't hea-" "I SAID FINE DONT PUSH IT YOU DAMN ROCK" he chucked putting hands up in defeat "alright alright I heard you thr 1st time kats!" He chuckled as both was finding a way to make it up to you when you got home

You arrived at your home signing it's been a long day for you even tho you barely did anything you had a lot on your mind wondering was too far but were still confident that they needed to learn their lesson!, you got to your doorstep seeing a note that said "come in there's a surprised" in both Katsuki and Eljirou handwriting you raised your brow a bit but curious to know what was the surprise about

You slowly open the door revealing a fancy dinner table with all your favorite foods' petals on the floor what's next to the dish is a small gift right beside it "You look over to see both Your husbands' faces guilt written all over, you narrowed put your hands on your hips pretending to not be happy "so what's all this" katsuki sighed knowing that you were still mad at them which was reasonable "an apology i-no we're sorry for what we say I know this isn't much" you glanced I silently "but we also ran a warm bath for you with your favorite show recorded-"

you cut the men off by tackling them with a hug happy tears fllow "I COULDNT DO IT ANYMORE I HATED THIS CHALLENGE" Kiri's face was starting to swell up in tears as well "ME NEITHER" Both you and Kiri cried dramatically while Katsuki stood there genuinely smiling and chuckling a bit

"What are you laughing at blasty" glaring playfully at the blond who was on the edge of wanting to bust out laughing at his partner's dramatic performance

"Nothing" he smirked he was just glad everything was back to normal "So who wanna watch (favorite show)"

[cottondo]

ONCELER X READER

CHAPTER 2. | butterfly milk

Your body was laying halfway off of the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable, or natural position, but it felt right at the time. You press the phone up closer to your ear with an increasing smile as you listen to your friend on the other end.

"Aww, Y/N, it's beautiful here! You'd love it. I just know it," onceler beams into the phone.

A soft giggle escapes your chest, a lightness in your cheeks as you hear his voice. "I'll have to come visit you sooner than expected then, huh?" You smirk into the phone.

It's been a few days since you've heard from him, and, no lie, you really missed his voice. It was hard to believe that it had already been a month since he's left.

Being bored was an understatement. Most of your free time was spent with Oncie. Living without him was pretty lame. Who else were you supposed to stuff your cheeks full of marshmallows with? Or sing stupid songs about birds when you both couldn't sleep at night? Nobody.

"Sure! I'm think the Lorax wouldn't mind! I've already told him about you. Well, mentioned you, really."

You glance out the window of your bedroom and notice the dusky sky. Your brows furrow slightly. "Just couldn't keep my name to yourself, could you, oncie?"

"Psh, nah. I just had to prove that I wasn't a complete loner." He laughs. "He thinks I am."

Wow. What an ass.

You roll your eyes and sit up straight. "Thanks, I'm feelin' the love." You snort back. He chuckles into the speaker, and you can hear a few things moving around in the background. He was probably cooking.

"Hey, don't be like that! You know you're still being thought about." He teases back.

"Yeah, well . . I definitely miss you around here. 'Wish you'd come back sooner." You sink into your pillows, letting out a little sigh in turn.

Things just weren't the same without your best friend. Of course, it didn't help that you liked him. Maybe a bit more than you should have liked him, for someone who was supposed to be just your best friend.

It was kinda hard not to like him, though.

Onceler was fun, though sometimes a bit artless, but he knew how to make you laugh, and always put you in a good mood. Most nights, at his house, the two of you would sit by the fire in the backyard and he'd play his guitar.

Nobody really understood him like you did. And that's why he stuck around with you for so long, you were sure of it.

"I know, I'm sorry. But hey! Just think about all the money I'll be making once it really takes off!" He's grinning, you just know it.

You bite back the worry in your voice.

"I'm excited for you,"

It's not like it wasn't a good invention- - it was just . . different. His family shunned him for it, people laughed at him, and nobody really understood the purpose of a Thneed. It didn't really need to be brought into the world, you supposed.

"Thanks. It's gonna be great. But hey, listen. You really should come visit when you're free! It gets kinda lonely over here sometimes." Onceler says, "I mean, the Barbarloots are pretty good company, but they've been over staying their welcome." You can hear him bite back some annoyance in his tone.

You smile, nodding as if he could see you.

"Hell yeah, I'd be down." What was that feeling in your chest? Was that your heart pounding?

"I'll start packing tonight." You laugh.

  A few pots and pans clang around on the other end of the phone, and you cringe a little.

"Wait— really? I'm not actually lonely, you don't have t—"

"Uh, duh, yea I do. I'll head out tomorrow, so you're not an outcast anymore." You sneer. There's a playful smirk on your face, but it's not like he could see it. "I know you miss my company." It was a little hard to hold back the flirting sometimes. Naturally, you were just good at it.

"That's a little harsh. I've been fine on my own. It's nice!" Onceler retorts. "It's just me and the Thneed. Can't get any better than that."

You know damn well that was a lie. Man's been alone for too long, most of his life, and there was no way he could avoid that lie any longer.

You smile, teasing him back. "Uhuh, yeah. You're loosin' it, twiggy."

"Alllright." He puts an end to that teasing, and huffs into the phone. "Just call when you're leaving. I'll give you the address."

You kick your feet up, body hanging halfway off of the bed again. "Okay."

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  When you got in the car to start your drive, you didn't expect it to have so many views. It was a long drive, a freaking troop, to get there.

You've heard stories as a kid about the Truffula Forest. It was known around most places, as the prettiest forest in the world. They say the scent of a tuft is sweeter than butterfly milk.

You can remember when you'd beg your mom to stay up and tell you all of the stories and fairytales of the one called the Lorax. A guardian of the forest, saver of trees. Endless tales of Swamee swans, and singing fish. Their harmonies would echo throughout the hills, and they'd swim through the crystal clear lakes.

So when you remembered the stories, you imagined it being as beautiful as they all said it would be. But seeing it for yourself? You couldn't even explain how amazing the views were. The hills went on for miles. There was a sweetness in the air, and it was light and floral.

Creeks and rivers streamed through bright grass, and in them, the notorious fish, and above high, in the Truffula trees, were the Swamee swans.

Some Barbarloots laze around, while others, climb trees and avoid your vehicle. They peer down at you with curiosity, noses sniffing around your new scent.

You jumped out of the car with wide eyes, pep in your step.

This was it. The place of your dreams- - the spot you'd been longing for to see, hear, and smell.

This was definitely the place.

[soupedepates]

New Year's Eve part.13 (we're actually in February)

Ongoing story with @corneille-but-not-the-author and @hel-phoenyx

Tyr belongs to @hel-phoenyx Oli belongs to @thal-ent Sigi and Kaizarz belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author Meili (and Karl as a concept) belongs to @azeler

TW mention of bullying and slutshaming

"You really should call Tyr. You can't sulk forever", Oli says while stroking my hair as I am starting to get sleepy against her bare skin.

Yes, we are boyfriend-girlfriend with Sigi, but I made it clear from the beginning. I have a heart as big as my head is small. He knows what I have going on with Oli. I told him. And I told him that, if he feels uncomfortable about that, we will figure something out.

"I was hoping for Tyr to call me first, to be honest..."

"Then you're a dumb-dumb, Dom", she replies playfully. "He won't take the first step, and you have to get mature someday."

"I... Yeah. I don't know how to do it."

"Just talk. He needs it and you need it too. I know you miss him."

I sigh, and hug them tight.

"Not today..."

***

I asked Sigismund if he wanted to see me today. As he is on forced vacations for his mental health. He said before he needed a bit of space so I don't try to barge in everyday every hour every minute every second. But still. We haven't seen each other since he is supposed to be resting. I am...

Worried.

And there is also Tyr on my mind and my text is ready to send since forever.

Oh wait. Sigi has just answered!

I'd love to see you today.

With a heart after the full stop.

My heart melts. I propose dinner at his place. After a few minutes that last forever on my side, he agrees. He tells me he has brought back from his garden some fresh carrots, potatoes, kohlrabies, squashes and, overall, a LOT of stuff. I myself have bought persimmons and mandarins.

we coud cooke togezr!!!

That would be lovely.

I send back a few hearts.

Let's get ready! First, shower. Then, shaving, scrubbing, and putting on my wonderful body oil to be smooth and smell good all day. Oli looks at me, amused.

"I won't see you tonight, I guess", he smiles.

"There are leftovers in the fridge!" I shout back. "I am NOT letting you go to bed hungry!"

She laughs. "I know, I know. Never doubted you on that point!"

I stick my tongue to them, and try now to style my hair. Nothing crazy, just a bit of product to make it curl a bit. I haven't inherited the gorgeous coils Qamar rocks under her hijab, but still, I have slightly wavy hair and I want to look cute, y'know?

And then, I come to the outfit.

"No lingerie?"

"Not that he will see it anyway", I say while getting my most plain undies. "Sigi doesn't want to have sex with me and, welp, I won't put on lacy stuff just for it to stay hidden."

I'm thinking about it as I get dressed. I don't feel the need to be extra-sexy for Sigismund. Not that I feel forced to be sexy on the daily, I love looking like a snack, but with my last true boyfriend... Well, I was 12 and Karl was 14, and it didn't last long, but I bought my first g-string and sexy bra for him. Under my very covering clothing. He found it quite alluring, the contrast and all. He loved looking at me undressing for that.

Then we broke up after I refused to have sex with him once.

And he said to the whole middle school I was a slut. And sent on his class Snapchat group a pic of me in my sexy underwear.

...

On retrospect, Karl was kinda a dick.

Heh.

Kaizarz, Tyr, Meili and Oli comforted me. The boys also suggested they go beat him up for that. Meili especially went to pick us up, Qamar and I, just for me not to get bullied on our way home.

And to scare away the others.

I don't feel the need to put on a show for Sigi. That feels more intimate than most sex I've ever had (I don't count Oli okay). I choose a dress with a bunny pattern.

Yes. I look good.

***

Okay okay so perhaps riding my bike with high-heels platform shoes wasn't my brightest idea.

Then again, I am not very bright.

But here I am! At the right place! With mandarins, persimmons, and my person. I text Sigi to get the digicode, and just like that, I'm in.

I knock on the right door (verified twice).

"Hi darling!" I exclaim as I see his face.

He looks so cute??? Cuter than I remember, oh my. And he tried to put on the makeup we bought together... He looks so cute.

"Hello, Domhildr", he says with a smile. "I almost thought you were naked under your coat."

"You doubt me as a distinguished lady?" I gasp, falsely offended. "Well then, you shan't have a kiss~"

But how can I resist his adorable smile? I'm putting myself on my tiptoes and kiss his lips. I love him. I love Sigi.

[clatterbane]

This shit is making me a little nervous, ngl. Maybe an hour ago, I went ahead and ate this pretty yummy tteokbokki cup (with some added kimchi and cheese), which I had actually been holding off on because it usually it is likely to hit my blood sugar like a truck even with loading up on plenty of insulin beforehand. Normally I would start out with 4 units in advance, and be prepared to get like 2-4 more units in later to cover that amount of concentrated particularly high glycemic rice carbs. By this time after eating it, I would likely be reaching for the insulin as the graph is shooting up into the red above the top range lines there. It's enough of a PITA that I just haven't felt like dealing with that enough to eat the thing.

But, tonight? One unit in advance just because it felt like maybe I shouldn't push my luck that hard to go totally without, and this is what the graph is doing:

(That's a new sensor put on yesterday, and it's wanting to be particularly noisy in the readings. Just ignore the aggravating spikiness of that line. I have double checked by finger sticks to calibrate, and it is accurate enough down the middle.)

Going by recent experience, I may actually need to grab a sweet snack before long, to keep that one freaking unit of insulin for a carb-dense meal from crashing my blood sugar right about when I want to go to bed.

Yeah, my three (3) remaining beta cells have apparently all decided to wake up at the same time recently, and go back to work cranking out their own insulin specifically in response to eating. And particularly later in the day. They seem to be night owls too.

It's apparently not unusual for later-onset folks like me to keep some level of insulin production going for longer. Which can change unpredictably.

Don't know if you can even call it a "honeymoon" at this point, since I do seem to be Stubborn Beta Cells Georg. They are still pulling this shit over 15 years in. That's kinda how the extended NHS medical negligence didn't just flat out kill me much faster. Kept limping along with just enough production to keep me progressively sicker and developing complications but only half-dead until that huge crash. Don't know how they managed it, or how they are this persistent even after it looked like they had finally keeled over for good. But, they're still going enough normally that I the endo has been surprised at how relatively little insulin I do normally need.

Some decent backup does seem to have let them recover enough to occasionally come back to work part time, though. This is just the biggest effort they've put in again so far. It's fucking weird.

Impossible to tell when that stubborn handful of beta cells will decide to go back on strike again, of course. But yeah, may as well take advantage of it while it lasts. Thus the post-midnight rice cake snack to begin with!

Maybe I should go ahead and cook some of the real deal over the weekend. I bought some tteokbokki a while back, because I do love it, but hadn't quite psyched myself up to fix it yet. May go for a cheesy variation, because why not.

Not my pic, but it is making me hungry.

[slashingdisneypasta]

SecretLover!Prof. Aaron Callahan x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: What the hell kinda luck leads you and Callahan to finally decide to date- and then immediately end up with him subbing one of your classes that day??

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Teacher/student relationship and sexual references.

"You want... to take me on a date??" Blinking, you look baffled at him. "... we can't go out." You exclaim, completely incredulous. "That's the secret part of secret affair."

A smirk slides across Callahan's face, looking cocky as usual. Like he knows everything, the handsome bastard. "I was actually thinking I'd cook for you. At home." The smirk broadens. "See,.. I know the rules."

"Well you should, you did help to make them."

"Mmm," He groans, annoyance laced in the tone. "Actually I think that you took control on that- but I digress. What do you say? I've cooked for you before, after all,.. its not like I'll poison you... "

"Uh, I stole leftovers out of your fridge. I don't think that constitutes as you cooking for me- but-- " Shaking your head, you taking a deep breath and think; drumming your fingers against the bench.

The two of you have been getting along better; that Halloween event was so much fun, and not just the bathroom rendezvous, you actually loved talking with him-- but do you really want to let this become... more? What would you even call him after you went on a date? Date is a hefty four letter word, filled with expectations and assumptions and a 'where is this going' conversation that you are completely unequipped for.

Callahan is an ass, though. A cold, manipulative, narcissistic ass. So... maybe... you shouldn't??...

Your eyes flicker up to his face then, though, and your moment of sobriety is over. There's just something in him that you like all of a sudden and the past week since Halloween, you've been all for him. Shrugging nonchalauntly, you give a grin. You cant help it. "Yeah. Cook me dinner- what do you plan on cookin me, then?"

Giving fully-pleased grin, rolling his shoulders. "Let's call it a surprise." He teases, leaning in and dropping a slow kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hand fitting to your waist. "I'll see you tonight- dress uhh... " He gives you a once-over and you gape. Excuse you???- "better."

Excuse y- glancing down at your pyjamas, just a t shirt and shorts, you give a sad pout. These pj's are cute! Hmph. "You know, I like you at the moment but you're still on thin ice." With a matter-o-fact, deadpanned look on your face now, you take a deliberate sip of your coffee/tea at him.

"Uhuh, whatever. Bye." One final waist-squeeze from him and an almost-sincere smile (on one side of his face at least) and he walks on out of the apartment for the day.

~

What the HELL?

"Alright class, as you can hopefully tell I am not an English teacher," Professor Callahan stands at the front of your class after making an entrance of himself coming in (He couldn't quote a law & order but apparently he knows Hamlet- the Claudius bits) and you're closest to him in the front row so you're the only one who hears the next part even though he doesn't look at you. "and to be honest I look down upon and each and every one of you poor hippie losers."

What the hell is he doing in this class?? This is YOUR class!! He's a law teacher- Before you can think it through, your arm shoots up into the air. He sees you and nods to your hand. "Where's Mr Bradford??"

"Sick." He responds, and does not elaborate- he quickly looks back to the class in general. "Now, I want you to do the modules I write on the board and if you have a question... I don't care. Email your ailing teacher. Go."

Narrowing your eyes, you watch him turn and write the appropriate modules onto the board; using your eyes and mind power to insist he turn around... but he doesn't, not once. The jerk.

Finally when Callahan turns back to the front, gives the room once sweep with his eyes and then sits down at the desk to do his own work without even looking at you for a second you sigh and open your laptop to start the modules... awkwardly... and immediately see an instant message pop up in the corner of the screen. From Aaron- the name you put his contacts under when you realised other people might catch a glance of your messages or your calls and you didn't want them getting suspicious about a last name (Or 'the professor', which was another option that had passed your mind).

Aaron: Stop staring.

Huffing, you roll your eyes and immediately start typing out an answer.

You: Oh so you noticed me?? Interesting.

You: Couldn't tell.

Aaron: What do you expect? Am I supposed to walk into class and kiss you- then introduce myself as the professor for the day and expect everyone to respect me?

You: No one respects you. They hate and fear you.

When you glance up to see his reaction to that, you see a smirk slither across his face as he types back to you.

Aaron: So?? That's infinitely preferable.

For goodness sakes. Stifling a grin by pressing your lips together, you shake your head and open your classwork. Whatever, maybe you can just ignore him and get your work done today. Pretend you don't know him. Try not to think about the fact you were bent over your professors bed with him behind you in his teaching suit, well-

Woof... you think, eyes rounding and shaking your head again; trying to shake the memory out of your head. Okay, mind outta the gutter, lets do some work. Come on.

~

For the rest of the 3 hour class you shift between actually doing work and sending Aaron random messages to try and get a visible reaction out of him (He does react, but he's subtle. Just soft smirks, a couple of headshakes... the biggest responce you got was an eyeroll). No one else notices because they're all terrified of Callahan, and are actually doing their work.

When 3 o'clock finally fits and its time to leave for the day, everyone else starts filing quickly out while you casually just pack up your things at your leisure and wonder what you're going to wear for your date tonight when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see Lewis.

Lewis, the guy you went on a date with a couple of weeks ago and Callahan - Aaron, - got weird about it. Before Halloween and everything... sorta changed. As Lewis gives you a cute grin, his tucked into his back pockets you look to the professors desk and catch Aaron the manipulative bastard pretending not to notice the cute guy approach you; busying himself putting his things back in his briefcase.

"Hey, Y/N. Sorry, I know we've both been really busy lately so we haven't had a chance to catch up, since... " Here Lewis gives a shifty-eyed glance between you two, reminding you of the almost-risqué moment the two of you had when he kisses you goodbye after the date. A wonky grin wibbles across your mouth, thinking about the worse, down-right-scandalous things you've done with the other man in the room- nearby- listening in... "But, uh, I was wondering! Heh- if you wanted to go on a second date??.. you know- with me? The new Five Nights at Freddy's movie is out and I got tickets." Oh- he remembers you love Five Nights at Freddy's!, damn him. Damn him and that cute lop-sided grin on his face. "Whadaya say?"

... Oh. "Oh."

You should say yes.

Lewis is cute, and he's sweet (He gave you his spare copy of Freddy Vs Jason on your date for goodness sakes! You cant get much better then that), he likes Five Nights at Freddy's!... and what you said to Callahan (To Aaron) two weeks ago still stands. You want to be married one day, you want something with someone that can last-

... But right now all you can think is that you have plenty of time to find that. You're young and you have years, and right now all you really want to do is be with Aaron.

A week ago the answer would have been yes but Halloween night changed everything.

You hear the sound of a briefcase clipping shut and take in a sudden, deep breath. "... actually Lewis, I already saw it- sorry!! You can take someone else, can't you??"

Lewis's smile falters, but not in a pitiful puppy-dog way- in a 'well damn, that's a shame' kind of way. You like that about him, after all you only went on one date together and he barely touched you. "Ehh, no worries. Maybe we'll hook up some other time."

"Maybe!" Giving a genuine smile, you nod; noticing Callahan at his desk waiting impatiently for the two of you, the last remaining students in the room, to move it and get out. His briefcase is stood up straight on the desk and his fingers are drumming against the leather. He can definitely hear what's being said, too, since he's barely 10 feet away.... and looking right at you both- "Uhh... well I'll see you next class, Lewis!"

"Yeah, see ya." With a last arm squeeze, and a kiss to the cheek, Lewis gives you casual smile and leaves the classroom.

... After a moment of embarrassed silence in which you think about where to go from here... you quickly glance at Aaron for a moment and pull your shoulder bag on right over your head. "Well what are you lookin' at?" You ask boldly, then go ahead and try to just leave. Like uh-yeah-no-see-ya-later-bye-

But- "Uh uh uh, not so fast." You were, of course, greatly mistaken to think he was just going to let you leave after seeing that. Sighing, you stop in your tracks and look nervously back at him. "... what was that?"

"I'm sure I dunno what you mean, Professor." You give him a pointed look. "Just chatting with a friend."

"A friend?... " He raises a brow. "Huh."

Welp. That 'huh' doesn't sound great. "... 'Huh'?"

"Mhm. 'Huh'." He agrees, folding one hand into one of his pants pockets and looking... thoughtful. Dangerously thoughtful. Oh lord- "... as your professor I feel I should warn you, Miss L/N,.. boys at that age are- " He pauses, considering his next words. " - fickle. And inexperienced. And... q u i c k." The last word comes out slow and you want to laugh.

You try not to laugh, wandering over to the desk and looking pointedly at him again. "Sir... I don't think its appropriate for you to be talking to me about this, is it? I mean- " Quickly you drop the good student act. "Not unless you're gonna gimmie good grades for listening to your jealous garbage, at least." You shrug, dropping your shoulder bag to the ground with a teasing grin.

Letting out a chuckle, he smirks and runs his hand that's not in his pocket slowly, wryly over leather of his briefcase. "... what else would you do for a pass, sweetheart?.. "

A snicker slips out of your nose, shaking your head. "You're not really my real teacher, Aaron, you have no power over my education."

"Well that's true... Also means its not against the rules- if I do this." After leaning across the table, Aaron presses his lips against yours in a hot, slow open-mouthed kiss that makes you dizzy. And you let him, in your classroom, where you learn about American literature 5 days a week. You even reach over and wrap his red tie around your knuckles, stroking his tongue with your own. When he pulls back, only a couple inches, he can obviously see the fog in your eyes from his kiss and you can definitely see it in his. "Or, this." He goes on, beginning to press kisses along your jaw and down your neck in a way that makes it hard for you to keep yourself together. "Or... "

Oh, fucks sake here we go, you're going to fuck him in the classroom. Pulling back with huff, you slowly let go of his tie; slipping the smooth fabric through your fingers. Your eyes flicker slowly from his lips up to his eyes and back. "... Professor I changed my mind, I'll do anything for that grade."

With a mocking smirk so close to your face, so pleased to have a girl in a classroom, even if its not his, Aaron holds one side of your face and rubs your jaw fondly with his thumb. "Is that so?.. What a good student you are. Hmm... go lock the door."

"Yes sir." You grin, heading off to do just what you're told.

~

15 minutes later you leave the classroom with slick on your thighs and a warm feeling in your pants, as well a whole new appreciation for Wattpad authors and their vision.

[record-of-thought]

yeah using this blog instead of an actual journal because who cares, and also my therapist told me to write down some stuff about my sleep patterns for cbt.

Basically i'm supposed to be seeing what aspects of sleep hygiene are currently the easiest or most achievable for me to do and then record what i think and feel about either actually doing those things or the prospect of doing them.

i'm going to talk about food. I tend to eat late. I've made the joke about dark lunch. In the past it's gotten quite bad, when i lived in a kitchenless dorm i basically didn't eat regularly because dining halls weren't open late at night when i was awake. This aspect of my sleep problems have gotten better since i moved out of a dorm because i now live in an apartment with a kitchen so keeping food and actually cooking something in the middle of the night is actually feasible. This is something i am proud of actually fixing in my life.

tonight my mom brought up that i was eating late (11pm) and this might mean that i need to eat more at dinner because eating late might not help me in my progress towards fixing my insomnia.

I really didn't like this, i got defensive about it. To me, it seemed like unsolicited advice that was also bad advice (ill get into it) and more than that it felt like an attack. When people bring stuff up like this i tend to like they are disappointed or upset with me for not meeting progress milestones in a time frame they deem reasonable. Other things were said during this conversation, it wasn't that single statement that made me feel this way. about it being bad advice. I have never received the advice to not eat a certain amount of time before bed from doctors. With food, and a few other things that are very important to my general health, the idea was that it didn't matter at while time i was doing these things (ex. eating a meal) but that i was doing them the appropriate number of times. The understanding was that the schedules of these things would kinda sort themselves out as my sleeping improved and in the interim it was more important for me to maintain healthy eating habits.

I know she's not literally telling me to not eat and i know her advice comes from a good place but it definitely felt like this advice was poking me in a sore spot. I don't otherwise have a lot of thoughts about disordered eating or loosing weight, and this is not a topic that my mom brings up a lot, but that feels like the sort of 'location' of that sore spot.

also other thing i'm writing here mostly to remember to talk about it, but like i know (because she explicitly told me) that the reason she does this is because without observable milestones or changes in my progress she gets worried that i am not making progress in general. I just don't know how i should sooth these without constantly updating her because i know needing to give tangible updates A. will not always be possible (after all im doing like psychological treatment for this so some progress will be entirely internal/introspective) and B. will make me feel like im being graded on my progress in a sense, like if i have nothing to report (because this shit is hard) that i will have failed.

i don't think i rely on the approval of others for my self esteem in a lot of cases. I think this is more like i do not want the pity/disappointment/concern of other people forced on me when i am aware, perhaps more aware, that my progress will be slow and likely not linear.

[castle-dominion]

castle 7x6 time of our lives

the it's a wonderful life episode liveblog

holy crap I haven't watched a castle in like two weeks bc my days off from work are spent at school... at least i finished writing that fic. Now I just need to edit & post. I was actually hoping to watch an ep tonight but lil bro skipped his evening activity so my bros & I watched Monk instead of me watching Castle & finally catching up. Well since I only have an hour until bed (it's fucking 7pm) I'll spend some of that liveblogging off the transcript. Not doing schoolwork, not exercising, not watching castle for real, not showering, not doing chores, actually I cooked supper today & am doing laundry but otherwise I'm not doing what needs to be dne I'm doing what I fucking WANT to.

Mathias Gensler. Wow briefcase cuff, typical. (I can't believe I'm in s7, that's so late! That's the last quarter!) My man is so tired

Nooo renzo! I totally thought he was in on it {there is a reason} & he just fLAILeD when he died! It was great!

Lol smash cut chopping veg. Pi vibes. haven't slept WELL, becks. He has slept, just crappy. Or is this the one abt nightmares? Martha! I feel like sometimes fasting can make you woozy not clear headed... Wait martha u can do it! & I realized this is the AU episode! Yessss! They mention Will Sorenson! We don't get to see him but he is mentioned & inviting becks to the wedding! She's kinda mad lol {I actually saw this episode & thought that all the fanfictions about captain beckett were referencing this episode, until I got to s8.} UwU I love it, KB: So we’re bad for each other, huh? RC: The worst. [They kiss] RC: It’s like It’s A Wonderful Life. Every time your phone rings a victim gets their wings. Too accurate

Swiss Wait who are the witnesses Ryan nice tie RC, in typical Castle way not the smart s1 castle way: So what was in the case? Nuclear launch codes? Deadly virus?

spoiler parenthesis {THE MANIFEST ONLY LISTS THE PICKUP} NOOOOO RENZO MY BELOVED, kr: Uh … there’s no one to call. (he points to the other body) The driver, Renzo Conrad, owned the service. He was a one man band. KB: Speaking of one man band, where’s your partner? KR: *mouth opens comically* RC: Yeah. (suggestively) And Lanie? They're adults, not horny teens! Adults prioritize being on time! XD romeo (wow I'm only this far in during my watch watch & now I need to effing go) (watch blog: wow it's my day off again & I need to go to school cook supper & go to a .. basically a band practice. a troupe meeting. life is awful we need a 4 hour work day & a four day work week as full time.) That look ryan gives esposito XD

... Castle? LP: Castle, what are you doing with my body? KB: Just pretend that you don’t know him. I love rocks & geology but even I'm not that good. Castle smart moments & early derrick storm <3 (mmm I love rocks. & coal. Reminds me of that city in canada where they have coal & dinosaurs) She humours him! To the coal plant!

oh noooo I'm so excited for this ep but so scared I'll talk too much. I'm so excited I'm so afraid. I will have thoughts. Marcus Lark(us) I've seen sstaacks like that on my bike ride home from school; my marker for where to turn. No wedding is a perfect day. & u should rly go visit him.

RC: You know I’d give anything to change what happened, right? This ep: *takes it too far, sort of like that shrek movie where rumplestiltskin is retconned into a different character* But also according to the later ret-con mess to figure it out, he kind of did have a choice, including the moment when he paid vinny the scar to crush the car. Castle did have a choice, & he made that choice.

Coal bucket. (she calls for backup castle)

Castle just fricking opens it? Wait she asks him to... lmao artifact? KB: Why do you always have to touch everything? RC: I thought you liked that about me! (not clipping)

Flashbang

Heeheehee & now it's where the wonderful life part begins!!! thing is gone love the dirt on his face

wait why would the case be gone in this scene? well ig caskett was there to interrupt them & they were at the coal plant Right Now to take the briefcase, & thats why they were present to start shooting at em... Good zoom there!

Insane insane insane (I wish ryan was wearing less fancy suits, make him look a little more like how he did in s1, make him look the way he did pre-jenny, or make him look the way he did by the end of s3 but no later bc that's when monty died & becks probably became captain idk) the lighting "Cap'm" But she WOULD recognize him from book jackets & stuff, & she HAS met him before, didn't they meet at a book signing? *pokes esposito* (could clip for my gifs) describing scene aaaHHHHH (the aah was written in my transcript blog but I was literally laughing & quietly screaming & doing the adhd stim with my hair right now bc of that scene & esposito's look & jahskdjfh) esposito fricking grabs him XD

The musical bweyeng when ryan says "tell us the story" In bed with Beckett *high five* XD XD (could clip putting his hand down ig) (also esposito totally slept with beckett at some point, yes even like seven years ago or more) this is a dream *me stimming* *steals the file* "Hey!" (won't clip bu tLove that face) JE: You had me worried there. For a second there I thought I didn’t exist. Esposito threatens to restrain him yet ryan is the one to manhandle him back down

RC: It was adorable KB:

FUN FACT DETECTIVE MCNULTY WAS THE NAME OF THE OTHER DETECTIVE IN THE PILOT, HE WAS THERE IN 1X1 BUT IN THE ORIGINAL PILOT THERE WAS NO RYAN & THERE WAS JUST MCNULTY.

Except u did meet at a book signing

Martha <3 I don't remember what I was thinking when I first watched this. But yeah martha <3. & ofc ryan is a fan. I love martha sm (& esposito pushing castle)

She bailed him out a little while ago, s1e1.

Ryan & martha together <3 MAME! Preggo lanie! (mad at esposito ig?) Sad esposito. I think when I first watched this I thought they were together. Music sounds like meet the medic. *ryan looks up & puts his hand over his mouth* *esposito facing his paper but watching lanie* also they are using beckett's desk I think. Castle says it can't be good but I think it IS good. To these ppl your universe is horror. Imagine a world where lanie isn't happily married & pregnant, she's still on-&-off with that detective. or imagine a world where martha is not acting anymore.

The loft! Oh babey! Mortgage! The painting behind castle's desk is not stairs it is giant martha. (imagine a world where martha hasn't decorated the apartment to look nicer & instead it's rick's boring or rich person crap /neg) Life savings mr rich man! Blondes & racehorses! Bad novel!

Alexis is hot af omg, she was hot before but dang. & moved to LA & she's saving the world & like... wow. (Imagine a world where Alexis isn't off saving the world she's some post-secondary student who doesn't know what she wants to do with life & still has her boring hair & lives with her daddy /neg) (but also wow she moved to LA in like s3)

RC: Whatever all of this is? A coma, a dream, some weird hallucination, or even just an undigested bit of pizza? (XD) I’m ending it. Ha now we have ryan beckett AND castle all stuck into ice water. We just need esposito to join the party. btw alexis has a hint of purple in her hair she is soooooo pretty

I kind of wish we could see what was going on with the detectives in our universe. I read a fic once where ryan & esposito went to tell martha her son was dead & then castle came out like "holy heck you guys I went to an au where I was friends with you two & alexis was still living at home as an adult & my mom wasn't a broadway star & lanie wasn't in a happy relationship starting a family"

Chelsea XD (brunette? can't tell) beckett o no. Lol blue pills in my purse young young woman

world wide web. Oh wow the thingamajig medallion. love the wallpaper btw

SWISS wow yay incan fucking give it back to the native owners then.

(Imagine a world where martha isn't boundlessly talented going out & doing broadway)

AC: Somehow? Implying smth happened This is why I live with mom? So which of her parents is crazier? Crazy meredith or rick? (imagine a world where alexis lives with crazy dad)

SEE SHE WAS A FAN! Thank you writers for remembering! Castle good lying rn. Good for him. & maybe he can help this world's castle write nikki heat books! RC: I eat with her, I sleep with her. But I know you are not her. ... Police scanner? (her face falls a bit) KR: Hey cap KR: *looks at caslte* KR: what's he doing here? KB: I'm not sure KR: RC: KR: KR: Ok Castle continuously interrupting ryan XD & then ryan opens his mouth & castle puts his hand on his shoulder & not clipping but this liveblog is so long I'm love. (& anout the lighting, it seems more... sepia? cool? less red? less blue? less vibrant? I can't tell but I love it & want an audio commentary of this with the person who did the ligting) *still somehow nodding with ryan lol*

Mind connection still! Ryan looking from one to the ohter (could gif but won't) (I ljust love the way he looks with his eyes & face incrementally) noooo renzo! *bites her lips a little bit, this rly reminds me of s1. She hates him but she is still a fan & attracted to him but he's soo annoying but he's also somehow helpful)

Wait they don't have the coffee machine!!! *I hear the single stomp of esposito entereing the room & it is so good yet so subtle*

Esposito <3 I feel like huertas really enjoyed playing "I hate castle this guy is so sus" esposito this ep. *takes his mug* No, say "I inferred it was coal & the most likely power plant was located here, it just made sense"

I should watch Psych. *holding his temple* Castle you could also say other stuff like I know you were in special forces, you lost your partner, (you slept with the captain,) you like jalapeǹos & olives on your pizza, (sry for the wrong n, I only have a french keyboard,) you used to watch chiquetitas growing up with your abuela... JE: Ryan has a big fat mouth. That’s how you know. Yeah he does struggle with commitment doesn't he. Remember s8 the sonia ruiz episode? yeah. (& btw I love his outfit) his facial expressions. "Yeah no we haven;t met" "why bring that up oof" "lol got u ryan tattled" "don't u come for my commitment issues" *doesn't give him back the coffee*

Ryan: *case* Ryan: *sees castle* ??? Ryan: Beckett: *it's cool*

RC: Uh, Captain? Would it be possible for me to ride along? Strictly for research purposes. (he wants the incan doohicky) JE: Is he kidding? RC: I would just love the chance to observe. Get some details for my book. KR: Yeah, sure, Cap. We’ll take him along. JE: What the … KR: Dude, it’s Martha Rodger’s son. He can get us house seats. (to rc) You can get us house seats, right? (WAIT US? does esposito want to see martha rodgers? does he want to see martha rodgers With Ryan?) (imagine a world where rysposito isn't canon) RC: Ab … solutely. Calls him house seats XD He doesn't have his writer vest

*pops his head between them* RC: So the Captain, is she seeing anyone? JE: *kinda shocked but then mostly annoyed & keeps his eyes on the road* (they r not used to having anyone with them* KR, who IS friends with beckett: She has boyfriends. Nothing serious. (why is ryan sharing that info?) JE: Why, writer boy? What, you think you have a chance with her? (EYES ON THE ROAD MISTER) [to RYAN] And what are you doing? Telling crazy over here about everyone’s private life. (which is valid bc he just did) KR: Me? JE: Yeah. You told him about Lanie and me. All: No. No, no, no. I didn’t. No he didn't, I have a gift. What are you talking about? Personal life. Yes you did! That's-- Dont! Just a bunch of yelling I can't hear bc I'm a little hoh & the captions aren't good RC: No. Listen, I have a gift, all right? I look at people and I see things. KR: (laughs) Yeah? Uh … what do you see when you look at me? (wow voice got deep for a sec there) Me: undercover irish mob? (bc who knows if that happened in this au, oh & besides they'd keep it out of the papers so yeah castle knowing would be scary) Irish mob, several sisters, piano playing, hold on I wonder what would have happened with 3xk in this au maybe they arrested gates, narcotics, uncle abducted by aliens RC: Honey milk and freckles. (& the vampire girl ig, keep adding all the ppl u know) KR: (mouthing: what) Noo! (inconsistency in where esposito is looking but shush) JE: *shocked* JE from the other angle: *annoyed* KR: That’s Jenny O’Malley. JE: *looks away annoyed* KR: She used to … make me honey milk. (wistfully) She could’ve been the one. (I thought u said u made it for her to help her sleep. mr in-bed-by-10-pm.) (omaalley not omahlley, they pronounce things differently than me. I assumed it was deever & omolley but it's déver & omaalley) RC: Could have been? KR: Yeah. Um … when Beckett was promoted to Captain our case load doubled. I guess I never had time for her. (wow ryan really does talk abt everyone's personal life) (but how recent was jenny that this "i see when I look at you" is relevnt?) RC: Maybe you should give her a call. JE: Maybe you should mind your own business. (I read a fic once where esposito acts like this in the car ride bc rysposito is canon in this universe & like "if u r really so psychic then u should know he's mine) He shoves RC back into the backseat. The fanfic I read: canon rysposito, esposito was pissed that castle who said he sees things when he looks at people doesn't see their relationship & also don't tell my man to get a gf. (wait lol I double blogged that bc one was in my transcript liveblog & one was in my watch liveblog)

watch blog: Ok it looks like I probably need to go now. I've been spending way too much time on this liveblog mostly bc I like it & miss it partially bc I'm writing All my thoughts not the important ones (none r that important lol)

El chozo peruvian restaurant

Stay n the car or I shoot you (he hasn't signed the form yet tho lol) Wanna crack a window for me? Ha! s1 castle moments

Oh he's not so bad *castle's face in the window* s1 castle Dad dad dad! dad dad dad!

Oh I'm feeling anxious now, I messaged my teacher saying I couldn't make it to class today asking him to send me the powerpoint so I can stay on pace & my chef just called me asking about how many kilograms of cream I had (62.942) & how many kilos of egg yolks (~6 in the pail meaning he needed 11 more cartons & 650g of the last one to get 17.628kg) & ofc the sugar was already perfectly measured it's just the one litre cartons of stuff I had to empty & didn't have time to finish. Anyway seeing all the hotel pans & funnels & mixing bowls & stainless steel bowlsjust caused my heart to start racing, genuinely

Take him home! Or give it to the detectives Or maria sanchez is there. No it broke! So much happened! Or it's fake bc yeah it just looks ceramic. (evidence also broken) This is a fake :D !! This is a fake >:( lol cuff him too so valid bestie

RC: Actually, that kind of is my best behavior. JE: Oh, I’m just enjoying the show Mom & dad fighting (clipping)

Snatches it away

JE: KB: Yes, Detective Esposito? (calls him detective) JE: You’re not letting him get to you, are you? (he is her friend) KB: Don’t you have a case to close? JE: Mmhm (they totally slept together at some point in the past)

Storm fall, the last derrick storm book I just noticed, is storm fall the same as the castle title card? Jim beckett on her desk!

camera whip

(so dark) Castle went up instead of down lol, look at him sneaking back in XD & the music

Heck yeah maria Ah that's why there was a fake in a case at the chozo Ah! Three groups! Swiss legal thieves, incan peruvian righteous re-thieves, & random thieves! Tracker? What guy? What guy?

Transcript: CASTLE startles, harder than if it were GATES. I was just um... *smiles gummily*

Convict therapy. She never told him she used to read his books & met him before? (u can confirm if it was a real au by asking her this in the normal universe original reality) Ew feels like a lot longer shup but also could be the books KB: There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. Us: it's going to be smth important RC: Anything (always) KB: *question abt his books*

Mm the bass

Whyd they wait so long after the airport? maybe waiting for a quiet location

Castle still hiding in the break room lol

Looks like a heart

She has elephants Ooh captain beckett prop! Does a 180 RC: And … if you come I will tell you why I killed Derrick Storm.

(beat gates by six weeks for detective) Paperwork & poitics? sounds like 1pp asking her to run for senator ag's office the necklace!!! Tell her! the elephants! But also in this au she is clean rn whereas in our universe she relapsed into her mom's case addiction (imagine a universe where she is again obsessed with her mother's case like why an ex-alcoholic doesn't drink) We had an australian emmigrant/canadian immigrant (possibly of french heritage) whose dad taught us rugby for gym class once in elementary or no it was jr high

I need to go to bed now yuck.

Yeah so the last time I liveblogged was supposedly sept 9 & it is now the 22nd. Well I started this yesterday on the 21st. I have abt 45 minutes at home before I need to leave. (I had work in the morning but took only a half day so I could perform violin at a mental health clinic.) Do I want to start watching this? ... Yes. I do. btw by 45 minutes I meant I got home at 2.30 & need to leave at 3.10 & I need to set my alarm ten minutes early so I have time to pull on my shoes & it is already 2.45 so... yeah maybe I won't... Maybe I will!

Or not bc my computer randomly died & now I literally have only eight minutes to watch. You know what? fuck it. I got my computer back online in about ten minutes, I can spend about ten minutes watching castle! Fuck you! /pos

watch blog: I didn't know I never finished transcript blogging. Huh. I'm skipping school for this lol.

KB: stay here: RC: *hands up-ish like yeah ok sure* KB: *turns around* RC: *immediately gets up*

*suspect checking her out* ooh music fun!

Whose desk has that frosted glass animal ball on it?

Yeah contact robbery, maybe bring demming back lol, the homiicde part of it is done Love the music My world? As in my book? Castle be careful why focus on hte lawyer's face? strong goodbye there huh

He's almost done his book & you can see how appalled he is lol

Different stairwell art! tbh I like it. I feel like I'd enjoy touching the wallpaper but also hate it. Lol alexis going back upstairs before he notices (& fails) (wow she's so pretty)

Alexis kind of joking youre stuck here with us kind of humouring him but when he asks why they fell apart she stops humouring him bc she was joking & this is serious. & like... nobody is THAT concerned over the fact that richard is basically having a psychic break.

He called THIS his magnum opus? really? really??? Or not bc he wrote it several years ago & it flunked & he tried writing other stuff which slowly got worse? & he ended up writing the brobeck dreams of betty book & it was crap according to him.

Castle family so good so god & the million impoerceptible ways & reality & all this crap & aaaaaah this is so much of a thing

Except she isn't relapsing into her mother's case addiction in this world, she made captain in this world, your mother is a star again in this world, your daugter is changing things with her nonprofit in this world, you have flings with beautiful women in this world ig...

Gets her the coffee & doesn't kate ask lucy for a coffee vanilla two splendas in future seasons? ye love this. He knows her coffee order from his O.R.

Ew yucky baarista touches money with her hands

Ok abducted at gunpoint (did the cops ever check this place out?) marcus lark the attorney WAIT MARCUS LARKUS

Wow thingamajig. Pick it up castle make the alarm go beep beep beep

this guy picks it up but no beep beep beep

there is no such thing as truth lol of course lark wants infinite possibilities, he's a real estate agent, ofc he wants multiple realities

RC: You’re rich. Successful. You have everything. Why would you want to change your destiny? *accidentally did that bc he thought he was bad for becks*

Castle maybe pick it up & wish to go home & try to make it work even tho u don't know how bc maybe it will work & you will go home. Woah beckett! smacks him in the head Luck... or fate Maybe tell her the truth...? Or don't just in case you're stuck here. (reminds me of that tumblr post "reblog if you are a safe person to come to in a time loop")

The answer for how to use it see THIS is how u jump in front of a bullet. You don't jump while the bullet is moving u don't have time, u jump before they shoot. & if u have time to jump in front, they have time to jump out of the way.

Blue light, dangerous situation, I love you, (possibly death; die in the dream die irl doesn't work here idk) (possibly also castle just immaterializing bc he was from an au)

I read a fanfic where rysposito have to go to martha's apartment to inform her that her son died & castle answers the door & says "holy crap I had a dream that I was in an alternate universe where I was friends with you guys!"

engagement ring!

IT IS THE EX MILITARY AUSSIE FAN & THE GUY WHO UT A GUN TO HIS BACK

KR: Hey, Castle. Missed all the excitement. We were awesome. (<3) Weren’t we, Javi? (first names) JE: As usual. (I love this joking overconfidence) & marcus lark!

evidence & fancy artifact & u'r just touching up on it?

The one where I made it to our wedding <3 love their music

We just do, I do "go down to the courthouse just do it right now"

Yay their wedding Alexis no suit learned smth GOOD from the AU!

Becks gets a third wedding dress lol but it was probably not a wedding dress it was just any white clothing she had but where is her maid of honour lanie? I mean yay at least jim is here

Oh she's wearing the earrings No music but I love love the tie on the back. Seems awful but I think it's pretty. (green screen?) Nice ring Oh I love the vows! I remember someone made a gifset for this for caskett week.

KB: The moment that I met you, my life became extraordinary. You taught me to be my best self, to look forward to tomorrow’s adventures; and when I was vulnerable, you were strong. I love you, Richard Castle; and I want to live my life in the warmth of your smile and the strength of your embrace. I promise you, I will love you. I will be your friend; and your partner in crime and in life; Always.

When she said when I was vulnerable, you were strong my first thought was roy calling castle to help protect beckett. crime^fighting

RC: The moment we met, my life became extraordinary. You taught me more about myself than I knew there was to learn. You are the joy in my heart. You’re the last person I want to see every night before I close my eyes. I love you, Katherine Beckett. And the mystery of you is the one I want to spend the rest of my life exploring. I promise to love you, to be your friend and your partner in crime and life, ‘til death do us part and for the time of our lives.

I love the parallel between the starts of the vows the rest of my life, always crime & life again parallels & until death us do part and for the time of our lives

but where is Lanie the maid of honour?

Why are the wedded couple not drinking champagne?

His phone <3

romance <3 <3 <3

Thaat was so good! I started today's liveblogging (it's the 27th) at like 11.30 or noon & now it is 14.45 or basically 3pm so that's 3 hours, I usually allot myself an hour & a half, & I already liveblog watched it a few days ago & I liveblogged the transcript twenty days ago holy crap. At least I'm off my internship now, maybe I'll have more time to liveblog & clip & finish the series & finally return them to the library w/o paying too much in late fees. & then I can finish all the fanfics I want to read & all the fics I am writing or want to write & then I'll finally put this hyperfixation to rest & be free to do normal stuff again.. Until I get a new hyperfixation.

Update: It has been four weeks, I am only now getting around to tagging & posting

[dontcare77ghk]

Unprepared

Eddie x reader x Venom

Venom thinking.

Venom speaking aloud.

Venom talking through you.

TW; brief mention of abortion.

You, Eddie and Venom had now been together for three years. Granted, you hadn't actually known about Venom until six months into the relationship, but things had worked out fine.

Tonight was your anniversary, and the three of you were going all out.

"That was really nice." You hummed as you all exited the restaurant.

"Vee says he wishes the portions were bigger," Eddie commented, wrapping his arm around your waist. "And I gotta agree."

"That's just because you two are bottomless pits. " You smirked as one of Venom's tendrils slipped around your waist. "Don't worry, the hotel has a door dash approved policy."

"Great," Eddie growled, his voice melding with Venoms. "Vee."

"Leave him alone, Eddie. He's just a little grumpy because he's hungry." You reminded the man.

"Vee says we''re walking too slow." Eddie relayed. "That we should have taken the bike."

"And get stuck in this traffic?" You asked, nodding to the busy street. "It wouldn't be much faster."

"That's what I was thinking." Eddie nodded. "But Vee's got a better idea." He said, pulling you into a nearby alley.

"I am not having sex with you here." You crossed your arms. "Either of you."

"Never ask you to, babe," Eddie said, kicking a clump of trash. "Vee has a quicker way to the hotel." He told you before Venom engulfed Eddie.

"Hi, morsel." Venom purred, reaching out a hand to gently cup your face.

"Hi, Vee." You smiled. "What's your plan?"

"We fly." Venom said, reaching out and gently pulling you into his chest.

Before you could say a word, the three of you were swinging through the air.

You always loved swinging with your boys. Unlike Eddie, you loved heights and the thrill of falling always made you smile.

"Stop a couple of alleys before the hotel, sweetheart." You told the symbiote over the whistle of the wind. "We don't want anyone connecting any dots."

"Humans are too stupid for that." Venom rumbled.

"Rephrase that sentence, Vee."

"Most humans are too stupid." Venom amended. "You and Eddie are not." He said as you landed in an alleyway.

"Love you, Vee." You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I'll see you in the room."

"See you soon." Venom purred before melding back into Eddie.

"Shall we?" Eddie asked, holding out his arm to you.

"We shall." You smiled, taking hold of his arm.

The two of you made it into the hotel and your room with no hassle, a first for you.

"This place is swanky." You whistled. "How the hell did we afford this?"

"Thank my publisher. They got us a good deal." Eddie said as he looked around. "And this is only the living room."

"How about you check out the bedroom while I order us a second dinner?" You suggested.

"I've got a better idea," Eddie smirked, taking your hand.

"You boys are just full of good ideas tonight, aren't you?" You laughed as Eddie pulled you towards the bedroom.

Two weeks later

"Please, tell me you two are staying out of trouble." You begged, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder.

"Why do you say it like that?" Eddie questioned you.

"Because trouble follows you like a child follows their parent." You said, leaning back against the bathtub.

"Untrue."

"Kinda isn't, sweetheart." You said, brushing hair off your face.

"Babe, where are you? You're coming through all weird."Eddie questioned you.

"I'm in the bathroom." You said before gagging.

"Y/N?"

"Morsel?"

"I'm good. I'm fine. False alarm." You sighed, falling back into the tub.

"Y/N, are you alright? Do you need us to come home?" Eddie panicked.

"I'm fine. I think dinner last night wasn't cooked properly. You two stay where you are. Finish your expose. I'll be fine." You promised.

"Y/N, I don't like the idea of you being sick and on your own." Eddie sighed.

"It's just food poisoning, Eddie." You reminded the man. "And I kinda feel better now."

"Y/N."

"No, seriously, I think that was the last of it." You told him honestly.

"Look, if it gets worse, promise me you'll call Dan."

"Eddie,"

"Please, Y/N." Eddie cut you off. "For us?"

"We don't like you sick, morsel." Venom added.

"Okay, okay, fine. If I feel any worse, I'll call Dan." You promised. "Thank you," Eddie said before there was another voice on his end. "Shit, that's my lead."

"Go. Take down criminals one word at a time." You told the man.

"Love you, babe. Get better soon." Eddie said.

"Love you two, too." You said before the call ended.

You stayed on the floor for a minute before eventually dragging yourself to your feet.

"No, don't throw up." You said, holding your hand over your mouth as your stomach tossed uncomfortably. "Oh, thank God." You sighed when whatever was left in your stomach stayed there.

You dragged your feet throughout the apartment until you made it into the kitchen.

"Tea is good." You mumbled to yourself. "Tea will settle my stomach." You said, moving to the kettle.

Before you could even touch the kettle, you heard a crashing outside your door followed by several screams.

Your eyes widened as you dashed for the bedroom and your phone.

You had just grabbed your phone when you heard your own front door smash open.

There was a clatter that was soon followed by a hissing sound.

"Shit." You swore, pulling your shirt over your nose.

You scrambled towards the bathroom as the sounds of people followed you.

You slammed the door closed and rushed to lock it just as you caught sight of a man coming towards you.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." You chanted as you crawled into the furthest corner from the door.

Your hands shook as you tried to quickly dial Eddie.

"Hey, babe, sorry, kinda busy right now," Eddie started as he picked up.

"Eddie! Someone's here!" You cut him off.

"What?"

"I can't get out! I'm in the bathroom, but they saw me! They're trying to break down the door."

"Shit. Okay, we're on our way." Eddie told you. "Talk to us, Y/N."

"The door's going to break." You said as gas began to come under the door. "Oh, no."

"Y/N? Y/N, what? Talk to us."

"There's gas coming under the bathroom door." You said, causing Eddie to lapse into a stunned silence.

"What does it smell like, Y/N?" Eddie demanded, his voice melding with Venom's.

"I don't know, um not like kitchen gas. It's sweeter. Really sweet." You coughed, holding your shirt tighter over your nose.

"Shit, okay. Y/N, we are coming. Just stay on the line." Eddie said as you lay on the ground.

"I don't feel so good." You murmured as your eyes got heavier.

Venom let out a growl that you swore shook the phone in your hand.

"We're coming, morsel." Venom promised you.

"Hm." You hummed as the phone slipped out of your fingers.

There was a lot of noise around you. You knew you could hear Eddie and Venom yelling for you, but you could also hear the door finally giving way.

"Y/N?" Your boys exclaimed as your phone was plucked from the ground.

"Get her out of here. I want to be out of here before the creature arrives." A man said before throwing your phone to the side.

He was wearing a mask. The man and the people with him were all wearing masks that filter the air.

As three men came towards you, you raised your hand weakly to defend yourself before your arm fell back to the ground.

Your body felt too heavy now to function. Your eyes were closing against your will.

And the last thing you heard before your eyes closed and refused to reopen was Eddie and Venom yelling your name.

You knew before you even opened your eyes that you weren't home.

You didn't remember right away what had just happened, but you could tell something had happened.

It was the bedsheets underneath you, the beeping at your ear, and the chemical smell of sterility that gave it away.

Slowly you opened your eyes to find yourself in a hospital.

For a second, you found yourself relaxing until you noticed the handcuff connecting you to the bed.

"What the?" You started, instinctively yanking your wrist.

"Careful, you'll pull your IV out." A voice said, causing your head to snap to the doorway. "And I wouldn't be the most careful putting it back in."

"Where am I?" You demanded.

"In a safe place." The man said, walking towards you. "Safest place a woman like you could be."

"You kidnapped me." You said, narrowing your eyes at him.

"We don't like to use that word. We prefer collecting our assets." He told you, sitting in the chair to your left.

"If you're going to kill me, just know it'll end with you dead." You threatened.

"Rest assured, I'm not going to kill you. I don't doubt that the thing you sleep with, or the reporter who hides him, would hesitate to kill me. But that would only be if they found you." The man smirked.

Your voice catches in your throat.

You could count the number of people on one hand who knew about Eddie and Venom.

And this wasn't Anne or Dan, which only left,

"The Life Foundation was destroyed." You said.

"Companies don't just die because their CEO does." The man shook his head. "We've just been waiting in the wings. We've been watching the three of you for the last month."

"Why?" You asked despite knowing it was a stupid question.

"We want our property back." The man told you.

"He isn't yours." You snapped, glaring at the stranger.

"I think you'll find that creature is ours." He chuckled.

"When he finds me here, he's gonna rip your head off. Especially if he finds out you've hurt me." You told the man.

"You misunderstand. Yes, it is our property, but that thing inside you is too. We don't need it right now when we have you." The man told you.

"What?" Your blood froze. You couldn't have heard what you did, and even if you had, this man could be right.

"You didn't know? That thing you have to audacity to say you love impregnated you." The man told you with a smirk. "Surprise."

"I'm not pregnant." You denied, shaking your head.

"We've been watching for a long time, Miss L/N." The man reminded you. "Two weeks ago, you, Mr Brock, and the creature had intercourse in a hotel. We tracked the odd symptoms you've shown since that night and were able to get a positive pregnancy test from you."

"You stole my pee?" You asked incredulously, causing the man to laugh.

"No, but you shouldn't leave water bottles lying around." He explained. "We've concluded that whatever is inside your uterus is growing faster than a normal baby would. We want to study new this hybrid version of the symbiote."

"Over my dead body." You snapped, remembering Venom's stories of time at the life foundation. "You can't keep me here."

"We can, and we are." He said, rising to a stand. "You'll be well treated, as a guest, if you will, but you can't leave. You should prepare yourself. We have several tests we'd like to begin now." You were told before the man left the room.

"Oh my God." You gasped once you were alone. "Oh my God." You repeated, pulling your knees to your chest.

Pregnant. You were pregnant with Eddie and Venom's baby. And you hadn't even been the first to find out.

You had been trapped in this place for almost two weeks now.

You're not specifically given the time anymore, but you've learned the basic routine of this place.

The lights come on bright and early, and before you're even half awake, a nurse and two security guards are 'escorting' you into a 'doctor's office.'

And every day, it's the same. One of the many 'doctors' take vials of your blood, take your blood pressure, and you're given an ultrasound.

The doctors monitor your baby's rapid growth and always ask seemingly polite questions to you.

"And how do we feel today?"

"Do we feel any movement yet?"

"How's the morning sickness?"

But you know they're not asking to help you. It's all for their research.

All these doctors, nurses, and scientists want is your unborn baby.

The baby that you didn't even know was growing before and was now making their existence well known.

You were supposed to be four weeks pregnant, but the doctors said the baby had already grown to what they would expect of a sixteen-week old fetus.

The guards had stopped handcuffing you to the bed three days into your stay, assuming you to be not a threat to anyone.

But your door was always locked, and they were no windows in either the room or adjoining bathroom.

You were trapped, and this was your cage.

The lights had turned off what must have been hours ago, but you were still awake and not for normal reasons tonight.

Tonight you were stuck on the floor of the bathroom, unable to stop the churning of your stomach.

"Ugh, I thought you were supposed to stop making me sick now." You groaned, holding your head above the toilet. "You know, baby, I'm already going through hell. I don't need you adding to it."

With a sigh, you pushed yourself away from the toilet but stayed on the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I know it's not your fault." You said, resting your hand on your stomach. "You know, I was not expecting you. Not yet, at least, baby. But, baby, I hope you know I'm not mad you're here. In fact, I'm really excited to meet you.

And I know that your dads are going to be happy you're here too, you know, once we get out of here and take a second to readjust." You told your stomach. "I'm not going to let them take you, baby. If your dads can't find us, I'm gonna figure a way out of here. You'll see, I promise."

"What is going on here?" The man who'd you'd spoken to on your first day demanded as he stormed into your bedroom.

But you could barely hear the man over the pain your body was in.

"The asset is getting weaker, sir." One of the doctors told the man.

"What? Why?" Your kidnapper demanded.

"It seems the fetus is taking nutrients from the asset. The fetus might not be compatible with her." The doctor admitted. "We may have to abort."

"No. You're not aborting anything."

"But sir,"

"I said no. We proceed as planned." The man said, turning to face you. "I've already got enough problems, and you just have to contribute."

"Oh, I'm sorry for not making it easier for you to experiment on me and my unborn child." You panted.

"Shut up."

"Let me guess, Venom and Eddie are causing you trouble?" You asked before going into a coughing fit. "I told you, they'd find us."

"I don't care what happens to her. Just make sure my symbiote lives." The man said before spinning on his heels and storming away.

"They're coming for us." You called as loudly as you could. "And then you'll be sorry."

"She is dying, sir!"

"She is not what I want."

"If she dies, then I fear so will the fetus."

Your kidnapper and his doctors had been arguing outside your room for what must have been hours.

The doctors believed that keeping this baby would only end in your death and were firmly abdicating for an immediate abortion.

But your kidnapper refused.

"Then find a way to keep it alive!"

"Sorry that I'm not a strong enough host, baby." You hummed weakly. "I'm trying my best." You added before the room turned red and sirens blared out.

"He's here!"

"Get every man down here and armed!"

"Squadron four isn't responding!"

"Three's down!"

There was so much noise going on around you, you couldn't focus on one conversation, but you knew one thing.

Your boys were here.

With a grunt, you forced yourself to stumble off the bed, your feet unstable underneath you.

"Wall's good. Wall's good." You mumbled, holding onto the wall as you got closer to the door.

A wave of dizziness passed over you, and you fell to your knees.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you fell onto your side.

"Eddie." You mumbled weakly. "Venom."

For a second, the world went silent.

As you debated whether the chaos had ended or if you had finally passed into unconsciousness until the door broke down.

You knew it was Venom before he even knelt down beside you.

"Hm, hey, Vee." You whispered as Venom cupped your face.

"Y/N. You are hurt. You smell hurt. Eddie, why does she smell hurt?" Venom asked, allowing Eddie to come out.

"Oh, Y/N, hey, hi," Eddie said, brushing hair off your face. "You're alive. You're okay. Oh, that's a baby bump." Eddie said, staring at your stomach.

"Surprise." You whispered, your eyes beginning to close. "Sorry, but I don't think I'm strong enough for them."

"No! You are!" Venom snapped, suddenly appearing again. "You need more."

"More? More what, bud?" Eddie asked before Venom climbed out of him and seeped into you. "Vee? Bud, stop. You're going to hurt her."

"No. I'm not." Venom's voice came out your mouth. "We just need a moment."

In the time you'd known Venom, you'd only housed him twice before when he and Eddie had gotten into fights.

The feeling of Venom moving within you wasn't new, but him going to the womb that housed your baby was.

Just need more strength. Venom told you as he wrapped around the baby.

They said I'm not compatible with the baby, Vee. You told the symbiote.

Nonsense. You are our spawn's mother. They just did not know what you needed. Venom told you as you began to feel stronger. This will have to do for now.

Venom crawled out of your skin before rejoining with Eddie.

"We have to get out of here." Venom said, taking you into his arms. "Get away and safe." He told you before rushing out of the room.

As you, Eddie and Venom rushed out of your prison, you found your eyes closing.

You were finally free. You were finally safe.

"This is Dan's place," Eddie told you once Venom gave him control. "He offered to let us use it, and I thought it'd be safer than going back to the apartment."

"We'll have to thank, Dan." You said, sitting on the closest couch.

"Yeah, we'll have to get to that," Eddie said, watching you. "So, how long were you hiding that one?" He nodded to your stomach.

"You think I'd hide this from you?"

"No. No, no, I just don't remember you having a bump like that two weeks ago." Eddie stuttered, coming to your side.

"Eddie, I'm only four weeks pregnant." You admitted.

"They don't usually look like that at four weeks, do they?"

"Our spawn grows quickly." Venom purred, moving his head towards your stomach.

"Those doctors think every week is worth four weeks of the baby's development." You told the two. "Look, I know this is a shock, trust me, it was a shock to me too, and I know we haven't exactly discussed kids, but,"

"Babe, babe, babe, slow down," Eddie said, taking your hands. "I know we probably should have talked about this sooner, but I want this. If the baby isn't going to hurt you, and you want this too, that is."

"Our spawn did not mean to hurt you morsel." Venom promised. "Our spawn needs nutrients like we do."

"I am not eating anyone's head." You denied immediately.

"We'll figure something out," Eddie promised you. "In the meantime, maybe we call Dan and get him to give you a once over." He suggested.

"Too soon, Eddie." You shook your head. "Let me take a shower, get in some real clothes, and sleep beside the two of you, and we'll revisit that."

"Whatever you need, Y/N."

"Including whatever organs you or our spawn need."

"Vee."

"No organs."

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[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Here I am!!!!! Just requesting a date with Mirabel and her big butt boyfriend 💗💗💗💗

Yeah fuck his name, thats who he is now, big butt boyfriend-you made me laugh so im hopping on this now.

"Thanks for offering to pay for lunch, Isa."

"Course. I gotta be a nice sister SOMETIMES. And so do you."

"W-I'm GREAT? Why, I was tempted to 'accidentally' spill orange juice on you this morning, but I didn't! That's nice!"

They couldn't help but giggle. They had a much better relationship than before, but they weren't exactly saints. Isa had offered to take her to the market, and go sample some of the foreign foods. Though, ever since Isa had tried this 'scottish egg' thing, she kinda assumed this was just an excuse to get her hands on some more of them. Not that she could complain, she was HUNGRY. She was craving cake for some reason-

"Why did you stop?"

She was frozen. Why? Because THERE HE WAS. Fucking bug boy cute butt, just sitting at a table, eating and sketching, all by himself. Mirabel immediately grabbed her sister, faking a smile.

"You know what? Lets just. Go eat at home! I'll cook for you, even! Whatever you want! Come on!"

Isabela stayed put, and of course, knew IMMEDIATELY.

"Oh my god- is THAT the guy tìa was telling us about? Huh. He's kinda cute. Honestly if he was a girl, I'd snatch him from you."

"ISA."

"Oh relax, I'm joking! Why are you acting so nervous? He's your boyfriend right?"

"Uhm. No. Not officially. I mean in my diary sure-"

"Oh my god. Here, imma help you."

"W-Isa! Isa get back here!"

Mirabel watched in horror (through the bushes obviously) as Isabela approached him. She wished she couldn't hear them. But she could.

"Hey, bug boy right?"

"Uh...yes? It's Beckett, but this appears to be what I'm known as. Can I help you?"

"You know my sister. Short hair, glasses, little shit sister who I love terribly."

"Oh, Miraposa, right?"

Oh no. Oh he used that stupid name still. She had to scream into her hand to keep from losing her mind.

"Actually its Mirabel."

"Oh right right- sorry, the names are so similar. So your sisters are Luisa and Mirabel- any other sisters I should know about?"

"Nope. But you should know THIS, she thinks you're like, super cute. So, since you're sitting here alone, you should buy her some food, and chat it up."

She was going to kill her sister. Straight up murder. Beckett winced.

"I'm sorry, I can't right now. I'm only allowed a short lunch before I have to get back to writing my reports."

Of course. Of course he had an excuse. She thought about just sneaking off back home and scream into her pillows, when he spoke again as he started to pack up.

"But, if she's free tonight, I would uh...love to take her out. Assuming she still remembers my name by then. You live at the house up the road, right?"

Oh my god. She had a date. A date with brunette bug boy and his butt. Okay she really needed to lay off the butt thing.

"Yep, but don't keep her waiting TOO long. If Luisa doesn't kill you, I will."

"...yep, you're definitely Isabela. Dully noted, miss."

"Good. Oh and one thing, she thinks you have a nice b-"

"NO I DON'T!!"

Mirabel fell out of the bushes, people around them staring. She looked up at her smirking sister. She was nicer, but not by much.

"What? I was gonna say she likes your book bag."

"Truly? Thank you, it's my father's."

He walked up to her, offering a hand. She tried not to squeal as she felt his fingertips against her palm. No wonder bugs liked him, with a touch that delicate. Not when he smelled this sweet and had a smile so nice.

"Uh. Thanks."

"Not a problem. But uhm,"

He whispered to her, trying to keep Isa from hearing.

"Do you ACTUALLY want to go on a date? I've had girls tricked into this before. Usually it's losing a bet. And I don't know why I'm still talking."

She couldn't help but chuckle. He was a little awkward, and it was comforting.

"No, for once, I agree with her on something. I'd love for you to take me out. Give you an apology for my sister threatening you."

"I would like that very much, Mirabel."

He looked like he wanted to say something else, when he looked at his watch, and swore under his breath.

"Fuckin' shite- I'm late. I'll pick you up tonight, promise!"

He hurriedly packed his things up, and after giving her a wave, he turned tail, and ran off. Isa nudged her with her shoulder, proud as proud could be.

"So. Am I the best sister or what?"

"You EMBARRASSED me! Now he probably thinks our family is nuts and-"

"He's out of earshot."

"OH MY GOD ISA I HAVE A DATE I HAVE A DATE!"

"YOU HAVE A DATE!!"

She couldn't help but hold her sister's hands, squeal, and jump around like an absolute bimbo. Can you blame her?

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

"Oh my god Dolores told everyone already."

Mirabel knew the second she came back from lunch (though she was really too excited to eat, so they went jewelry shopping instead). Pepa greeted them first, all clouds and thunder and rainbows.

"Mi prima! Oh she has a DATE! And with such a cute boy!"

She squished her cheeks, and she was only given reprieve when Félix pulled her back, just a little.

"Mi amor, easy! Don't smother the poor girl! We're ALL excited!"

It seemed as if her getting a date was a damn holiday, given how everyone was just all over her. Luisa was absolutely giddy, Pepa wouldn't stop crying, Félix kept patting himself on the back for introducing them to each other- she barely had any breathing room.

"This is the first time I'm hearing of this. What boy is dating MY nieta?"

Camilo of course butted in, by transforming into the man in question.

"THIS slice of man meat. Seriously, jealous, dude's FINE."

Abuela cupped his face in her hand. She inspected him the same way one would a horse, even inspecting his teeth. She hummed in satisfaction, seeming pleased.

"Handsome boy. His hair is a LOT like your abeulo. What made you like this boy?"

"Think it's his 'assets'"

Camilo grinned, sticking his tongue out at Mirabel, before taking a step back when it looked like she'd attack. She would've too, had Abuela not been here. Abuela tucked a strand of hair behind her ear oh so tenderly.

"Well, regardless, we're happy to have him over for dinner-"

"Actually. I was going out with him. As in. Out of the Casita."

Everyone seemed to be astonished by that idea, especially Abuela. Thankfully, SOMEONE came to her rescue; Mariano.

"I'm with her on this one, actually. Love must be seeded-"

"Don't use seeded when talking about my daughter, please."

"Right right-love must be...grown, by itself first. Plus the whole family can be a bit...intimidating at first. I suggest we keep it to just a brief hello, and send these two lovebirds on their way."

Abuela really, REALLY liked Mariano. How did she know? Because she relented without much fuss.

"Very well. Perhaps a bit of...privacy, is warranted. I'll give you a few pesos from my pocket book, just in case."

Abuela wanted to say more, clearly, but she didn't. She raised a brow at her mom once Abuela walked away.

"Did she...look upset?"

"She's used to doing our hair before dates. Did it with us, even your sister. Her giving you space is a VERY big challenge for her. But, no worries, I'll help you get ready-"

"AND your tìa!"

"And your prima, obviously."

"And me."

Dolores, Pepa, and Julieta looked at Camilo. He gestured to himself, scoffing.

"I'm gorgeous, and not just because of my abilities. Trust me, I've got this."

Mirabel didn't have much as a choice as she was ushered into her room. She was set down in front of her vanity, all four of them studying her face curiously.

"We wanna keep the hair, or straighten it?"

"Ay mijo- lose these curls? Never."

"I dunno how white this boy is, I'm just trying to help."

Mirabel let herself be poked, prodded, prattled about. Regarding face washes, hair styles, earrings, even makeup. Then she held her hands up to silence them all.

"Okay, everyone, pause. Now. I have a few outfits to try, we're gonna pick what I look good in. But we're all gonna stay calm, it's a date, not my wedding."

"HAVE YOU ALREADY THOUGHT ABOUT A WEDDING?!"

Pepa covered her mouth with her hands in awe, cloud forming above her. Camilo helped fan it away with a chuckle.

"No mami, she just thinks she's got a handle on it. Let's let a girl try. Go for it, cuz."

With a slap of their hands, Mirabel excused herself to her folding screen. She put on one outfit, before walking out, letting herself be examined by her family. Camilo scowled.

"This was a mistake."

"Whats wrong with this?!"

Camilo nudged Dolores, who hesitated, before just coming out with it.

"It's...cute. But that yellow sweater is hideous, the turquoise under shirt with that purple ascot throws it way off, the orange under skirt clashes SO hard, the purple belt does NOT flatter your hips, the earrings look like a dead bird, the purple hat has just fucking faded- you look like I ate a fruit salad, threw up, and tried to clean it with one of Augustín's socks."

"...well. Tell me how you really feel."

Harsh, but hey, better than a lie. Dolores looked through her closet, even dipping around Mirabel to get to it, starting to pull things out.

"Try this."

She thought against it, before relenting. With a quick change, she came out, with everyone but her mami looking impressed. Pepa clapped excitedly.

"Oh! This one is SO pretty! Oye, why are you frowning, Julieta?"

She winced, trying to be delicate with her words.

"It's. Nice. But it's a bit...revealing. The belt hugs you a bit, and there's so much...shoulder."

"Right, that's what the burgundy scarf is for. Turns 'slutty' to 'cute'."

"So...I look good?"

Julieta bit her lip, before smiling apologetically.

"It's pretty. But more of a...later in the relationship outfit."

"Ay- you wore that thong once for Agustín, don't act like a puritan."

"PEPA!"

Mirabel sighed. Two outfits and she was already exhausted. Julieta let herself in the closet, handing her some clothes.

"Try these, mija."

She rolled her eyes, but obeyed. She came out a second later, wearing a bright yellow sun dress, a cream colored top, yellow earrings, and a sun hat. Pepa nodded, before scowling.

"It's pretty. Really pretty. But it's more 'going picking flowers' rather than 'romantic night out'."

Mirabel groaned, tossing her head back.

"Guys, come on, this is AGONY."

Camilo looked at his mom, gesturing to the closet.

"Etiqueta de equipo?"

Pepa nodded, and they both dug into her closet, dumping clothes into her arms. She gripped them tightly, her nose scrunched up in frustration. She got dressed once more, and looked at herself in her vanity. A turquoise blue top decorated in green pola dots, a green skirt covered in plant life that she sewed in herself, a salmon pink ascot, and a green headband. She wasn't gonna lie, it was...cute. She was expecting some problems with this one, before she saw a thumbs up from Pepa, Dolores, and Camilo. As for her mami, well-

"Oh que LINDA! You look so PRETTY! It's PERFECT!"

Julieta geedily held onto her cheeks to give her a bit of a smooch on her cheeks. Camilo dug into her jewelry box, and hooked her up with the right earrings, bracelet. He took a step back, nodding in approval.

"Not bad, cuz. We just need a little touch up. Sis?"

"On it."

Dolores had her sit in front of a chair, before pulling out her makeup kit. A little touch up of her brows, eyelashes, a touch of blush on her cheeks, and a VERY light brown lipstick. She still looked like herself, and she was thankful Dolores knew to not do too much. Her mom looked at her so fondly, it was a little embarrassing.

"Oh- I have to tell everyone to come up here! You wait right here!"

She rushed out of the room, and Pepa turned her chair to face her.

"Hold on, one more touch."

"Tìa!!"

Pepa undid two bottons on her shirt, clearly trying to draw attention to her chest.

"Mija, you wanna see that butt or what?"

"Well I mean yeah but-"

"Then, you gotta give a little to get a little. Trust me, One thing I know, is how to get guys with nice butts to fall for me. Could make a sport out of it."

Pepa stood up the second the door opened. Mariano walked in with Isabela, who were both clearly impressed.

"Oh my god- Dolores you made her look so PRETTY! You're so talented mi vida!"

Isa nodded in agreement, but kept scowling.

"Hold on. It needs...something. Ah!"

With a snap of her fingers, a big, white lily appeared on her headband.

"Thanks, Isa."

"Anytime, sis."

Then came the crybabies. Aka, Luisa and Agustín. The second they saw her, they were in absolute tears, consoling both each other, and a now weeping Mariano.

"MY BABIES ALL GROWN UP AND DATING!!"

"MIRABEL LOOKS SO PRETTY!!!"

"I FEEL THE LOVE HERE AND I WILL CRY ALL NIGHT."

Dolores nodded, with an expression that read endearing, yet exhausted.

"He will. Trust me."

She was about to thank everyone (while simultaneously telling them to calm down), when the doorbell rang, and there was just. Panic. People scrambled to see him through the window, to pick up the room, and Luisa fireman carried her downstairs like it was an emergency. He plopped her down as soon as she got her to the ground floor, just in time to see Alma talking to him. He looked nervous, poor guy.

She gestured for her family to stay put as she approached. Alma noticed her, and stepped back. Ugh, this guy. In a white shirt, a fancy looking waistcoat with just the prettiest embroidery and buttons, she was so goddamn under dressed. She actually wanted to apologize, when he chuckled.

"I. I'm terribly over dressed for this. And yet, you're far more striking than I."

Oh god he was so fucking sweet, she wanted to squeeze him and his tits (listen the suit was VERY firm fitting).

"Well, thanks. But don't discredit yourself, you don't look too bad, chico insecto."

"Heh. That's a new one. I like it. Though, I don't appreciate one thing, If I may be so blunt. Your sister lied to me, telling me you only have two sisters. If that's true, then who is THIS lovely woman?"

He gestured to Abuela, who was immediately charmed by him, given her chuckle.

"He's a sweet boy, Mira. But, he still has to bring you back by nine."

"On the dot, miss. Now, shall we?"

He gestured ahead of them, and she meant to wave goodbye, only to have those three erupt into tears again. She put her hand on his back, and ushered him forward.

"Move move move!"

She waited till she was out of the Casita to give herself a breath.

"Sorry. Everyone's just. Excited for me."

"Oh you should see my father, he was just as much of a mess. But at least we're alone, if only for a couple of hours."

She chuckled, before bumping her hips into his.

"So! What do you have planned?"

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"I never knew this place existed."

"It's a bit new, friend of my father's just opened it up."

It was so quiet, relaxing in this tea house. She'd never been to one of these places before, much less one so fancy. She sort of felt a bit awkward, being behind on her etiquette and all.

"How much family do you have up here?"

"It's just me and my father. We moved here temporarily due to my work. You know, I kinda realize I've been talking about myself these past few times we've talked. Let's talk about you. I want to know Mirabel."

He propped his chin on his propped up hands, giving her enough attention to make her sheepish.

"I mean, I'm sure Luisa has talked your head off already."

"About the family in general, yes. About you, I-"

He was interrupted when a man set down a silver tower full of goodies, and leaned down to his ear.

"I got you the good stuff. You were right, she's a real pretty girl~"

"Benzo, she can HEAR you."

The man raised his hands up a bit in defense before backing away, smirking. Beckett's cheeks were rosey as he tried not to look at her. He was one to talk, calling HER pretty. He tried to cut the awkwardness by pouring her a cup of tea from one of the many teapots besides them.

"Here, try this one. Its 'perfect peach'."

She tasted it. Sweet, smooth, a bit fresh. He nudged her gently with his shoulder, clearly wanting her to speak about herself. She sighed, before relenting.

"Okay okay. I'm Mirabel Madrigal. My family is huge, I'm the only one without a power. What else...oh, my favorite color is blue, I like playing soccer, I sew. I sewed this myself actually."

"You? All by yourself? THIS?"

He reached over to fiddle with the ascot on her shirt, his hand just BARELY kissing the hairs on her skin. She froze up, and upon realizing what was the matter, he did the exact same, pulling away and clearing his throat.

"S-sorry. Keep going."

Why the ascot? Oh my god was he looking at her chest? If he was, should she be bothered by that? Or flattered? She couldn't tell. He wanted a distraction it seemed, plating a few little cakes and sandwiches on a plate for her.

"I REALLY like cheese?"

Something about that made him snort, and honestly she couldn't blame him. Cheese? Really? Cheese. He realized his sound was a little loud, for he cleared his throat.

"Sorry. I just. Wasn't expecting that one. Cheese. I mean, that's something we have in common at least. Even though I'm lactose intolerant."

"What's that mean?"

"Means cheese does not like me. But it doesn't stop me from eating arepas, I LOVE those. I had them from this one stand in the center of town from this lovely woman-"

"That's my mom, actually."

He had to do a double take as he stuffed a lemon square in his mouth.

"Oh I see the resemblance! Such a sweet woman. Take it you can cook like her?"

"Uh...sorta. That's more Isa's thing. I can tell a good joke though."

He washed his treats down with his tea, and she took a second to help herself to one of those little sandwiches. Bacon, celery, walnut, cream cheese, it was honestly REALLY good.

"Let's hear one then."

"Okay okay, this one really gets the kids. How much does a chimney cost?"

"No clue, how much?"

"Nothing, it's on the house."

He l looked like he wanted to groan, but he couldn't stop snickering. She couldn't blame him. It was a good one, but it was a freshly sourced dad joke, right from the mouth of Agustín.

"Terrible. I feel like I should stick you with the bill for that."

"Hey, blame my dad. He got it from his. Though, different language."

"What language?"

"French."

"Ah-donc tu parles français?"

She did a hand a motion that was a nice way of her saying she had no earthly idea. He had such a look of mischief on his face, and she was ready to punch it right out of him.

"Hey. No. I dunno what that smile is-"

"Oh no, truly, nothing. Just means you can't yell at me if I say something in French. Like, oh I don't know, Je pense que tes yeux sont beaux."

"Hey, no, that's not fair."

Great, now he was totally abusing his power.

"I'm sorry, it appears as if I don't understand you anymore. Tu as des lèvres douces."

She flicked a piece of bread at him, and he chuckled, clearly not feeling as offended as he should have.

"You wanna play that game? No problem. Tienes un buen culo. HA."

"Hey that one sounded like an insult!"

"How would you know?"

They were glaring at each other now, amusement on their faces. They were so into this idea of talking shit to each other, neither seemed to notice that their foreheads were pressed against each other's. At least, for a second. They both seemed to recognize it simultaneously, and both were so frozen, they just. Stared. His chuckle was very nervous, and feeling that slight moment of his breath against hers, oh it sent shivers up her spine.

"You know, I can't say I mind it. If insults mean I get to hang out with you, I'll take it."

"Then I GUESS you're worth insulting. Kinda."

His fingers were creeping towards hers, and she briefly glanced at his hands. His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance, though she had a feeling it was towards himself, rather than her.

"Can I say something that I hope isn't creepy?"

"Shoot."

"I...really haven't stopped thinking about you since we spoke. When I was logging that butterfly in my notes, I drew it how I found it. On you. It's...sort of my favorite page."

Oh my god he DREW her? She had to kiss him. She had to. If she didn't, she'd be SO mad at herself. Everything was perfect, it was romantic, his stupid hair was soft and he was so cute. It was perfect.

Then she felt something run over her foot.

She jumped so sharply, she accidentally headbutted him, making them both wince in pain. She immediately swore upon seeing just what it was. A rat. No, no no no. She got up quickly, holding an apologetic smile as he sat there, rubbing his forehead.

"Listen I uh- I need to use the bathroom, wait just one second!"

She dashed to the bathroom, following the rat, and kicking the stall door down. Bruno cried out in surprise, holding his hands up in defense. She yanked him out of there, and glared sharply at him. He seemed to shrink on the spot, trying to chuckle it all away.

"Hey, Mira! What uh. What are you doing here? I'm having tea, having a great time-"

"Why are you following me? How LONG have you heen following me?"

Bruno winced as he relented.

"I followed you guys from the Casita. The whole time. You guys are cute, honestly, sweet guy. But really, telling him he has a nice ass? That's a BIT much."

Oh good god her uncle heard her say this guy had a cute butt. Of course. She groaned in frustration.

"Okay next question-WHY? Is it a protective thing?"

"Yes. But not from me. It was from Pepa. She said he was nice, but she didn't want him to try something with you, since Félix said he gave off...uh...'lowkey fuckboy vibes'."

"And you couldn't tell her no?!"

Bruno held onto her shoulders, gently shaking her.

"She threatened to give me an atomic wedgie if I didn't make sure you were safe. You have not known fury until you've had that woman force your underwear over your head-"

If you thought this couldn't get worse, you were wrong. Suddenly Beckett comes in, and punches Bruno in the face, sending him to the floor. Mirabel cried out in panic, gesturing to her unconscious uncle.

"WHY WOULD YOU PUNCH MY UNCLE?!"

"I heard a grown man yelling 'force your underwear over your head' I thought he was a creep! How many relatives do you HAVE?!"

Mirabel knelt down and pulled him up, motioning for him to help.

"What matters is THIS one! Help me take him home!"

Bruno was light, but having an extra hand made the job SO much easier. She had to drag her uncle all the way up the hill, and immediately was greeted by Julieta.

"Ejole- what happened?!"

Beckett winced.

"Long story short- I punched him in the face, can we just bring him inside?"

Julieta nodded as she gestured them inside, letting them set Bruno down. Well. Could've been worse. Somehow.

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"Hey. Wake up."

He groaned a bit as he was nudged awake. He didn't know how long he had been here, just that he had fallen asleep on the sofa, with Mirabel on the other side of him. He looked up at the person who woke him up-Pepa, if he remembered correctly.

"Mmph. Where's Bruno? Is he alright?"

"He's fine. It took a minute for him to wake up to be healed, but he's fine. You should go home, Abuela isn't happy."

He opened his mouth to explain himself, only to just nod.

"Yes. So sorry about...all of this, actually. Let me make sure she gets to bed, then I'll be on my way. Could you tell Bruno I meant no harm?"

"Oh he forgives you. That's the first thing he said once he was awake. We all understand it was a mistake, mijo, she explained everything."

"Thank you, very much."

He waited until she left, before he gently nudged Mirabel awake. She groaned, before slowly opening her eyes. She sat up, shaking the tiredness out of her hair.

"Ejole...what time is it? Where's Bruno?"

"He's fine, in bed and all better. Not to mention a sweet bloke, clearing it all up for us. Though, Alma definitely isn't too happy. But uh, can I take you to your room?"

She nodded, and he carefully helped her up the stairs. Poor girl looked tired, he felt just AWFUL. She yawned as she started to open her door, and he was about to leave without another word, when she grabbed onto his sleeve.

"Hey. Don't feel bad. From your point of view, it was kinda sweet. Plus how would you know my uncle is like, a professional...sneaky guy. Sure there's a word, I'm tired."

"I know, and I'm just, terribly sorry I ruined our date."

"Ruined it? You kidding, this was fun. Definitely gonna be a story to tell."

She chuckled, and he really, REALLY thought she looked her prettiest when she smiled like that, even if she was tired.

"So long as you're not upset. Glad I had a shot at least-"

"What? You think I'm not gonna take you out next time? Nice try, loser."

Wait. Wait. Did he just get another date? He tried not to sound too elated, less he give the exhausted girl a headache.

"I...we get to go out again?"

"Duh, you're fun. And you didn't immediately leave when you met this side of the family. You're a keeper. You and your stupid cute culo."

"You HAVE to tell me what that means at some point."

"Never. Night, bug boy."

He went stiff as a statue as she held onto him, and got onto her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. And she disappeared into her room, leaving him just awestruck. He leaned against the wall, hand against his cheek, feeling the ever so slight mark of her lipstick. Oh. Oh she was warm. She was sweet. He liked her. He really, really liked her. He forced himself to move, knowing his dad must be worried sick. He almost made it out the door, when a girl past by him. Hair taller than the sky, and eyes bigger than a fly's.

"Culo means butt, by the way."

He walked out of the Casita, and made it home. He made it to his bed, just before realizing. Culo means butt. She thinks he had a nice butt. He grabbed onto his pillow, and SCREAMED, legs kicking furiously.

He was absolutely bitten by the love bug.

[minahoeshi]

you were loved the most of all.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader | break-up angst

summary: You should've known that when Ushijima Wakatoshi found it easy to fall in love with you, it might be even easier for him to fall out of it. But who expects the worst when it comes to loving someone as seemingly perfect as him, anyway?

Chapter 1 of 2

Chapter 2 of 2

He said it was easy to fall in love with you. He said he didn’t know when exactly, at which place, nor for what reason. Simply one day, Ushijima Wakatoshi found himself looking at you with the epiphany that maybe there’s something more meant to happen between you and him. There you stood before him that day, the person he could promise love to. (And there he stood before you that moment, the boy whose promises you found yourself believing in no matter what.)

So maybe that’s why it was even easier for him to fall out of love. When he told you he was no longer in love with you, it didn’t matter to you to ask when exactly, at which place, or for what reason. Even the universe itself is meant to fizzle out one day along with the death of the stars. Just one more person drifting away from you like a lone planet with no real orbit shouldn’t leave you broken. You are used to this. You won’t fall apart.

But you break anyway.

It was snowing outside when he decided to tell you to end things now before it hurts both of you even further. Not that the snow has anything to do with the coldness creeping up your chest threatening to spill out of you in endless sobs. You were glad, though. That at the very least, he remained honest with his feelings. He never left you guessing. Every time, he never forgets to tell you what’s on his mind. His honesty is something he thought was necessary.

“I understand, don’t worry. Thank you for telling me right away. I know you’re also considering me–” you tell him and choke up. There are tears running down your face but you’re not worried about that. Wakatoshi never let you mask your emotions around him. For the longest time, he reminded you to feel free to be completely bare with him. All the good and the bad, he said. Don’t be afraid to show them to me. I will always understand.

He steps closer and puts you between his arms. You feel his chin on top of your head as you lean your face into his chest. You’re sobbing now. “I’ll be fine, Toshi. We’ll be fine.”

He kisses the top of your head and lets you stay in his arms for minutes. “I loved you then, and I love you still. It’s just that they’re no longer the same kind. I will stay if you ask me to, okay? Anything you want.”

This only makes you cry harder. He’s always been too good. And even in breaking your heart, he’s too good. You want him to hold on. You want to ask him to stay with you for years and years. Even with a different kind of love, you’ll let him be as long he’s close by. But someone like him who has dreams beyond yourself shouldn’t ever be with someone like you who still lacks certainty toward anything.

“Just for tonight,” you ask, still crying. “Can I stay?”

“of course,” he replies. Anytime you want. Anything you want. It has always been this way.

Because humans are creatures of routines and familiarity, you spend that night the way you usually do when you’re at his place. You cook dinner with him and eat on the dining table, sharing stories and laughter. You keep adding food to his plate and he smiles as you giggle at everything you find funny.

It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine.

You clean the kitchen and stay in the living room. He leans on the couch as you lay down with your head on his lap. You keep talking and laughing. He goes along, sometimes adding things to make you laugh even more, sometimes simply agreeing, sometimes asking questions. You keep it loud and light, afraid of the silence. Inside you, it’s so heavy, your heart might just fall off. This will be the last, you tell yourself. You want to be happy for now. While he’s still here.

"Do me a favor, okay?" You tell him as you're nearing slumber. "Let me leave first tomorrow. Maybe stay in bed, maybe pretend you're asleep. But tomorrow, don't get out of the room until I've left the house." Your voice shakes, feeling yourself wanting to sob.

"I don't want to wake up to another empty bed but I don't want to see your face when I wake up too," you curl into him even further. "I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry I still don't really know what to do. And I know you wake up pretty early and you know, do stuff, but just for tomorrow, please?"

Wakatoshi didn't really understand why. He originally planned on cooking breakfast for you and taking you to the train station. He would watch you board the train and he'd make sure to smile at you as he waves. You always waved back. That's how it works. Even after fights, and even after especially bad nights, you'd still do the same. Watching you leave with a smile was how you both knew you'd still be fine the days after. That nothing much can affect your relationship. For years, this has been the routine.

But tomorrow, he knows he has to give way. He knows what he said hurt you. It would be wrong of him to do what he wants simply because he's used to.

Tomorrow's the last, he realises. And then if you want, he'd never see you again.

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You wake up pretty early. The sky is a calm shade of blue, the world outside still waking up. You check the time on your phone and find it's 6 AM. Last night, you slept with your back on him. The sight before you is the other end of his bedroom and you notice just how much of yourself you've managed to leave around his place. Pieces of just one other person in his life, scattered in places around his world pretending that’s just where they belong. You didn't mind leaving things behind back then. You never really thought of the day that you might’ve to take back all of them. Just how does one pick up parts of themselves when they thought they’ve finally found a place for them to stay?

But as you stand up, you conclude that when things end, traces shouldn’t be left behind. He didn’t decide to break up only to be reminded of you even after you’re no longer close to him. So you go and pick every little thing that's yours. Even your jacket and sweaters and a few pairs pyjamas in his closet. You'll just take his things from your place too and hand it to Tendou's shop. Coming back here won’t do you any good. Him coming to your place instead wouldn’t either.

Collecting all your things, even the ones you can't use anymore, you leave the bedroom and enter the living room. You don't have many belongings here aside from some DVDs and books. You only take the books and leave the rest for him. You've always preferred reading anyway.

Setting your bag and things aside on the sofa, you go ahead and wash yourself in the bathroom and bring your toothbrush and some other products with you when you're done. You then head to the kitchen to cook him something light to eat for breakfast . You knew you didn't have to. He knows how to cook. It has always been him cooking breakfast for you. When you could, you’d rather stay in bed until the very moment you must start preparing to go to uni or work. But you did anyway. He's probably in his bed, awake. He has never been a heavy sleeper. With all the moving you did around his room, he was bound to wake up if he wasn't already.

You make him a simple omelette and write a small message on top of it with ketchup. "Good luck with practice today!"

You've already cleaned everything you used, preferring to wash and set utensils as soon as you're done with them. That way, when you're sitting down to eat, there won't be any cluster around to distract you.

You put the ketchup down and decide that should be enough. You'll stop here. You should go now.

Ushijima is sitting on his bed. He's been awake since 5 AM when he usually goes on his run. It isn't the first time he chose to stay with you instead of going out, but he can't help but feel heavy this time. He stayed in for you. But as the minutes pass by, it seems that he simply cannot find the courage to sit up and face you.

He wants to sink into his bed.

There's knock on the door followed by sentences uttered softly. "Toshi, I'm going now. There's breakfast on the table. Make sure to eat before you go."

There goes the heavy feeling again. Maybe if this keeps up, he might just actually sink and never get back up.

You've done that a few times. Leaving while he's still in the room. You don't even open the door. You simply knock and tell him you're about to go, always reminding him to eat before he goes too.

But this will be the last, he thinks. If you leave now, will he never see you again?

a/n

chapter 2 will be up soon not rly sure when tho. (it's up now the link is at the top)

also, im not entirely sure but i think i didnt use any pronouns or gendered nouns for this except "girl" in the 1st paragraph which i erased just now? if i'm right, then i hope everyone reading this get to feel as though theyre rly the person in the story. unless ofc u dont want that bc this isnt the happiest ushitoshi x reader fic u can find🥲. but thanks for reading!!!! m so sorry for typos nd other errors as well. i kinda cant read my own writings bc sometimes doing so makes me wanna smack myself in the head and never write again nd i hate that so now im leaving my mistakes to the gods nd hope they love me enough or smth. but yes thank u sm again for reading!!!!

[alixdelcourt]

Penguin Love story

Pairing Shoto Todoroki x female reader

Genre : angst to fluff

WC and warnings : 1.1 k / Loneliness and feeling abandoned.

Note : Penguins express their love to their mates by offering them rocks and pebbles. What an adorable and moving way to say I love you, isn't it ?

Hey everyone, I am back ! I am sorry, I was on hiatus and I didn’t warned you, I am so sorry ! I promise that I’ll catch all your requests up quickly ! Today’s work is for @impalawrites Adelie’s collab. I am sorry it took my like forever to achieve it, really sorry. I hope that you’ll like it, please let me know !

Love ain’t easy every day, especially with a pro hero, and especially with a pro hero who wants to prove his worth to the world. Shoto Todoroki was your beloved absent husband, busy saving people and keeping order in town. Of course, you’re extremely proud of him, no doubt on it, but you kinda felt really lonely recently. Like for example yesterday, you didn’t saw him at all. He left before you woke up and came back when you were sleeping. You missed him, which sounds ridiculous because you and him, as a married couple, live under the same roof, in the same house, and even shared a bed together… But right now, you just came back from your own work, which has normal basic schedule, and this big house felt too empty for you. No husband, no kids around… Just you and yourself.

Okay, it’s useless to wallow in self-pity ! You decide to cook Shoto’s favorite meal for dinner, and maybe if you call him and tell him that it’s homemade noodles tonight, he’ll find his way to come back early and have dinner with you. But nothing happened as you planned…

“Honey ! How was your day ? Not too exhausting ?”

“Not that bad, and not that tiring, but I found enough energy to spend more than an hour in the kitchen ! I cooked you homemade noodles. Your mother gave me her recipe ! It’ll be ready in half an hour, just enough time for you to come back home !”

“Oh… That’s so sweet of you, honey, but I can’t tonight… I am stuck with some paperwork that I really need to finish. I’ll be home late. Don’t wait for me for dinner.”

“I am not hungry… I’ll let you a plate in the fridge. You’ll just have to warm it later. Good night Shoto.”

“Don’t hang up ! Are you okay ? Your voice sounds like… You’re gonna cry…”

“It’s nothing…”

“No. You seem… disappointed. I am really sorry, but I promise that I’ll do my best to finish this boring office work early !”

You hold on a slight sob, but can’t help the tears falling down.

“You know what, Shoto ? I would rather see you with lovers. Or even a mistress. At least one of us would be having fun !”

And you hang up and went directly in your bed. You cried a lot, curled up against Shoto’s pillow. You cried because his absence hurts you, but also because what you said was true.

You were a bit more calm when he finally came back home, really late at night. He probably already ate… You hear him go to the bathroom, take a shower and wear his pajamas before joining you in the bedroom. And what was your surprise when you saw him snuggling in bed, with a jewel box and some of your favorite chocolate. You were lowkey angry, and sad, and mostly disappointed, but you couldn’t help but appreciate his efforts to try and make it up to you. You can see that he is sincerely apologizing, that he really felt sorry. At least, he’s not a total moron… He remembered that you didn’t like flowers and preferred chocolates… But you doubt it when you opened the other box. Sure, it was some fancy, beautiful and expensive jewelry. It only made you angrier, and extremely hurt. You throw the box away with an enraged movement. Sure that he didn’t even take a look to that jewel, since he had no time to do so. So you were looking at something his secretary chose for you. And it disgusted you.

Shoto looks at you, kind of confused by your behavior. His brother assured him that a jewel and some attention could fix the problem, so why do you seem so furious ?

“You know what, Shoto ? Every single rock on your path would’ve been worthier than this cheap junk because you would’ve picked it yourself and maybe you would have think of me during so, instead of letting your secretary chose a random jewel that she’ll like ! You should gave it to her.”

You burst into cries, uncontrolled sobs pouring from your chest, where you could fell your heart squeeze from pain. He tries to hug you, but you push him away. He doesn’t understand !

“I don’t want your money. I don’t want chocolates or whatever cute attention. Even if it’s cute. I want time ! You get that ? I want time with you, I want my husband with me. I want your affection, and more than five minutes a day ! That’s just enough time for good morning or good night… I want more… Do you realize that you might actually see criminals more than your own wife ? Whatever. Good night, Shoto.”

And you went to sleep on the couch. And when you woke up in the morning, he wasn’t in the house. He left already…

In the evening, just as you finished work and were heading home, you received a text message. “Don’t cook tonight.” Here it goes again… But not even an hour later, your husband came back home, hours earlier than usual ! With another jewelry box. Maybe he chose it himself this time. But when you opened it, you found… a rock. A vulgar pebble. You remain speechless, looking at a smiling Shoto.

“I love you, Y/n, and I married you to have you by my side for the rest of my life. So what’s the point in being a hero and saving lives if I lost you doing so ? You are my everything and I am sorry for neglecting you. I promise that I will not do it again. I’ll hire a sidekick or two to have a more normal schedule. And I’ll be with you. Every single morning, and every single night. We can even start a family if you like, so we could give our future child the whole bag of pebbles that I picked up today. I even found a marble near a school during patrol. So please, Y/n, would you forgive me ?”

And how could you say no to this ? His declaration was the best medication for your wounded heart.

“Of course that I am forgiving you, Shoto. I love you too… I love you so much ! But why did you tell me to not cook today ? We have nothing for dinner !”

“We’re eating outside tonight ! And I took a few days off in this week, so maybe could we go somewhere out of town or do whatever you would like…”

You smirked a bit.

“I kinda have an idea about an activity that I really missed doing with you… And we could start right now !”

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[the-not-so-silent-back-up]

Until Full Moon

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Werewolf!(f)reader x Jaskier

note: I was Kinda busy and I was not as motivated as I was when I started writting this. But now I finally finished chapter 3. And the biggest Thank you for @ramenyul 🥰for being an absolute angel, my beta reader and helping me out in general cause as some of you may know english isn't my first launguage.

description: Since a few month you are a werewolf, and you mostly hide in the woods because you know how dangerous you can become when it’s time. One day you meet Jaskier and Geralt. Unfortunately the witcher recently got the job to get rid of a werewolf. And that’s when it all begins

Chapter -3-

The heat from the fire is slowly fading away, but the warmth spreading from Jaskier sitting next to you isn't. You sat there in silence. Jaskier still held your hand and drew circles on the back of it or intertwined your fingers in a different way. He looked down to your hands and you looked at him. You still wonder what he thought when he asked his Witcher friend to help you, he must be insane. There can't be another answer, who would help a werewolf?

"Are you tired?" He asked out of nowhere.

"A bit actually, but I don't know where to sleep."

He let go of your hand and you already missed it, this can't have a good end.

"You can sleep with me. Uhm, next to me in the tent if you want. There is enough space for you."

He blushed a bit and so did you.

"Oh that's nice. Thank you Jaskier.”

"No need to thank me for that Y/N, this is what every gentleman would do.” You looked doubtedly at him, but he didn’t notice. He already put a big blanket next to his bedroll.

You crawled after him into the tent and the blanket is surprisingly soft.

"Do you like it? If not, we can switch." Jaskier whispered.

"Jaskier, this is really luxurious next to the places I slept in the last few weeks.” You answered quietly, but you aren't sure if Geralt is actually asleep or if he is pretending to be. But that didn’t really matter.

"Goodnight, Y/N.”

You can't remember when the last time was that someone wished you a good night.

"Goodnight, Jaskier.”

You closed your eyes and tried to stop thinking about today's events, but your mind just couldn’t stop telling you that this can't be true, this must be a dream or it’s some kind of a fucked up trap.

You rolled over to find a better position to help you fall asleep better, but it didn’t help. The shocked look of the men after you told them what you are flashed before your eyes, the look after Jaskier accidentally burnt you with his rings came up every time you actually thought that you were able to fall asleep.

You turned onto your back and stared at the fabric ceiling of the tent and you started wondering how many werewolves got killed - even if the Witcher knew that there was some way to help them become human again.

You felt a hand searching for yours. You turned over to Jaskier. He had his eyes still closed but he smiled a bit, "Shh.”

As soon as he held your hand again he stroked it a bit, and you were finally able to fall asleep.

The sun shone through the entrance of the tent and hit your eyes. You woke up alone, you looked all around but no one was around. The sun is already shining so bright, you must have slept pretty well tonight. Crawling into the tent was a lot easier than crawling out.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Good morning, Jaskier." you yawned.

"I am making breakfast. Any special wishes?"

"No, no. I am good but thanks a lot." You stretch yourself to wake up your sleepy body.

Jaskier was fully concentrated on cooking breakfast, so you could finally get a proper look at him without him noticing. He was tall, much taller than you. His eyes are so blue it should be forbidden, a soft blue like the color of the sky after a storm. He wore a loose grey shirt, you wondered if it used to be white one day. He rolled up the sleeves so you can see his forearms and you just could guess that he is stronger than he seemed to be. He picked you up easily after the accident happened.

His hands must be very talented in different ways. First of all, he's a bard and his instrument of choice is the lute - that thing has so many strings. Secondly, how fast he took care of your burning wound last night. His friend is a Witcher and he probably has to face much worse injuries often. While you looked at his hands work, you noticed something. His rings: they were all gone.

He must have noticed your look.

"Oh yeah I took them off for safety. I don't want an accident like last night to repeat." There was silence for a moment. It seemed like such a small gesture but it was actually so much more.

"Y/N, I know I said I would help you search for your bag but we shouldn't leave the tent with all of our stuff alone. So I would suggest while I make us a delicious breakfast you go into the forest and look for your bag. If that's alright for you."

You laughed "Of course it is alright. I just wanted to ask you if I could search for my bag,” you lied. "It wasn't so far away from here so I guess I will be back soon. By the way, this smells amazing." you pointed at the pot over the open fire.

As you walked towards the forest you wondered why you just lied to Jaskier. You could have just stayed there with him. This man radiated safety like no one else you've ever met. But maybe that's the reason you lied to him, you feel too safe with him. And you need some time to think without someone distracting you.

As soon as you walked into the forest, the air around you got a bit colder. A few more meters into the forest and you found that one bush you collapsed under last night as you turned back.

You started to question your eyesight because your bag was just a few steps away from said bush. All the food was gone, but you weren't looking for that. Luckily the one thing you were looking for was still there. A dagger that was in your family for ages.

Your parents gave it to you one month before they both died. You wore this dagger with pride on your belt. It is precious and people often ask if it's for sale, but it's also deadly sharp. Often a single glance of the blade is enough to end the conversation.

There were also a few extra clothes that still looked fine. You packed anything where it belonged and head back towards the meadow. Thankfully, you were able to find your own footsteps in the grass so you didn’t need to worry that you would get lost again.

As soon as you saw Jaskier your mind couldn't think of something else. He was so nice, and you still didn’t understand why he asked Geralt to lift the curse. He doesn’t know you but somehow he still understands you in a special way, he sees you and not the monster you become once a month.

“Hey- whoa, what is that?” Jaskier looked really surprised “on your belt?”

“Oh that! That is our family dagger. It's been gifted to the daughters since ages, because one of my ancestors was tired that only the sons got practical stuff so she made this dagger for our defense but with all these beautiful engravings and gemstones.” You were so excited because no one ever asked you that. But as soon as you remember who gave it to you the excitement fades away and the sadness came back to your face.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” And again he is taking care of you.

“Yes it’s just...“ you haven’t said it for so long, it was stuck in your throat. You feel the tears filling your eyes, you try to blink them away so Jaskier didn’t notice.

“Can I see?” You handed him the dagger without saying another word. Thank the gods now that he is distracted by your dagger you can wipe away the tears and take a deep breath.

“My Mother gave it to me. She died a few months before I got turned - and my Father, he couldn’t live without her.” You weren’t able to look at Jaskier but you knew he looked at you. He hands you back your dagger.

“It’s really beautiful, but also dangerous.” You can’t read the look Jaskier has in his sky blue eyes. “Just like you.”

You blushed and smiled so hard that you could barely say thank you.

He smiled, too.“ Now, let’s eat before it gets cold.”

[lovelytarou]

kiss me thru the phone — bakugo katsuki

— katsuki always calls you on the phone, making sure that it's his voice you hear when you wake and the one you'll listen to as you fall asleep.

pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

tags: established relationship, swearing? cuz this is bakugo hehe. not proofread!!

genre: fluff, kinda angst

word count: 1.4k

a/n: 1/7 of the 200 follower event, i can just see him doing this lmao. sorry if the header doesn't look good, i tried my best (˘･_･˘) not at me saying i'll upload this yesterday night but it's already 2am here. it is what it is.

bakugo katsuki is a busy man. 

even when he was in his UA days, you always see him training by himself and excusing himself early to go study and then eventually, sleep. his friends often tease him for being a grandpa and not having time to go and have fun, but when he met you that's when he really started to let himself free and experience fun things with his friends albeit he's masking it as having “no choice but to join” under the guise of watching over his friends as to not make themselves look like idiots, but you know better. you know that when he says he doesn't care, you understand the meaning that he actually does. and deeply too.

he's just a big tsundere who cares a lot for the people he loves. 

now that he's a pro hero working his way up to the top, hectic times and cancelled dates cannot be helped. he has to always excuse himself and apologize over and over for not going to the date you both planned as promised and you always have to say that it's alright, that you understand over and over. and if anyone knew bakugo, it's that he would never settle for less. a simple ‘okay’ isn't enough for him. 

so when you woke up one morning to the ringing of your phone and the rare photo of your lover smiling instead of your cacophonous alarm, you knew it had to be one of those days where bakugo was feeling particularly soft for you.

rolling over on his side of the bed, you answered the call with a smile on your face despite him not seeing it. the warm streaks of sunlight coming through the windows illuminated your face, making you shut your eyes for a moment.

“hi, baby.” you croaked, voice scratchy and raspy upon waking.

you heard his chuckle on the other end before he greeted you as well.

“good morning, sleepyhead. it's 10am already, you should be getting your ass out of bed,” he scolded you. you rolled your eyes as you lied on your back, staring up at the ceiling while you twirled a piece of your hair like a lovestruck schoolgirl talking to your crush. 

“i know, i know. but the bed's still warm and i wanna stay in bed for a bit.” you whined, even pouting for effect that you knew he wouldn't resist. 

you heard him click his tongue in annoyance at your statement. knowing him, he's probably shaking his head in disapproval at your lazy behavior. 

“get the fuck out of bed or else your breakfast will get cold. you don't want to eat cold food, do you?" 

“wait, you made me breakfast?” you felt your stomach do flips at the thought of bakugo waking up early and even having the time and effort to cook for you. 

you heard him scoff at that, “course i did. i know your dumbass will complain about how i didn't cook you anything before i left if i didn't. so eat up, okay? i know i'm not always at home to eat with you and this is the only thing i can do to make you feel that you're not alone. and i'm sorry about that. i promise one of these days, i'll take you out for dinner, alright?” 

he can only hear sniffles and soft sobs on the other end as you nodded. 

“oi, are you crying?!”

“yes! why the hell are you so sweet? and it's too early for me to be crying like this!” you wailed, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall, trying your best to wipe them away with your night shirt. 

“i'd like that very much. you're the best, katsuki. take care and good luck at work!” 

“i know i am, babe. take care as well, don't wait up for me tonight, i'll call you.” you both bid your goodbyes with words of love before he hung up to do his hero work and for you to get ready for the day. you ate your breakfast with a smile on your face and heart feeling much fuller than your stomach with the thought of katsuki.

some days, when he's away on a mission, he'd love to call you randomly and he wouldn't even care if you're doing something or if you're busy. what he knows is that he needs to hear your voice more than anything. 

on a particularly busy and dreadful day, bakugo had called you during work and you picked it up without second thoughts, worry already clouding your mind. 

“tsuki baby!” you greeted in a joyful tone. your smile evaporated when he didn't return the sentiment.

“katsuki? are you okay? what's up, baby?” you tried to make your voice as soothing as possible, knowing that any other unwelcoming approach might set him off.

he sighed on the other end, and you can only guess what happened.

“i'm fine...just...i missed your voice,” his own had a low timbre to it, sort of a deep vulnerable tone he only let you hear when he wanted you to see his true self without the facades and the mask. 

“i'm here now, katsuki. do you wanna talk?” being a pro hero can be stressful as much as he loves it. he's also human, and he can only handle as much when faced with a lot of obstacles in life.

“yeah, that'd be nice. tell me about your day, how are you?” he might be diverting the topic towards you instead but you indulged him in his request and started to tell him about your day – from the time you wake up to the time you arrived to work.

“oh! and um, i also bumped into my old friend a while ago. they asked me about you and i told them that we should meet up someday, you know, like a double date?” 

“sure, yeah. i'd love to meet them. they seem like a cool person.” 

“they are! anyway, what about you? anything happened in there on the mission?” you waited patiently for his response which he appreciated a whole lot than what you realize. 

“it was okay. the mission was going smoothly with everyone helping and then...i just, we rescued this man and his...wife got–” he faltered, you heard him choke a sob through the phone and you can only wish you can hold him right at that moment if you weren't only miles away from each other. 

“it's okay if you don't wanna continue, tsuki. i understand this is heavy for you. i'm sorry you have to suffer through that alone. i wish i can be there for you,” in your head, you're imagining that you're comforting him and kissing his worries away as he's nuzzling into your neck. and you'd tell him that everything will be alright and that you'll always be there for him.

“i'm sorry...thank you, for staying with me and being in my life. i wouldn't know what i'd do without you, honestly. maybe be the same asshole that i was before we met,” he joked, chuckling at the fond memory that felt like ages ago today. 

“no worries, babe. you know i'm always here if you want to talk. i'll listen and you can never talk my ear off because i love listening to you sexy voice.” you teased, knowing it would make him as red as a tomato. the both of you laughed and it felt like you're together, probably at home as you lounged in the living room without worrying about anything.

“whatever. i like hearing your voice too, i guess. anyway, i gotta go in a few minutes. i'm calling again later before you sleep, make sure you don't doze off on me!” you can practically imagine the smoke coming out of his ears as he yelled at his phone.

“yes, yes, i will. i already told you i'm sorry! go kick some villain ass in there, baby. i'll be waiting for you back home.” 

“good. goodbye, i miss you. stay safe and always lock your door and the windows! don't stay up too late or i'll swim there to make you sleep myself–”

before he went on a tangent about his usual scoldings you told him that you still had work to do and he can save them for later, but you felt warm inside knowing this is how he tells you he loves you without really saying them. time and distance may keep you away from each other, but your love can travel through great distances and defy all odds. 

Taglist: @chibishae34

[tragertrap]

Intimidating || Juice Ortiz x Reader

Summary: (Y/N), although Jax's best friend, wants nothing to do with the motorcycle club that's fucking up her town. Well, at least that's the case until she meets a certain member of SAMCRO with a stupid haircut. Even though he seems too intimidating at first, (Y/N) learns to never judge a book by its cover when she gets a chance to see his softer side.

Having a best friend that works at an automotive repair shop definitely comes in handy for (Y/N), especially since her 'old ass disaster of a car' constantly breaks down.

"Wow, that's the 3rd time in a month (Y/N)!", Jax said before he let out a chuckle.

"You know I'm saving for a new one asshole." She hit his bicep playfully.

"I hope the best friend discount is still on", she mumbled.

"It expired after the forth time you used it darling."

"I'm sorry. It's just that... money's kinda tight right now."

"I can imagine..."

"Can I pay you back in pancakes?... or waffles? I know you won't deny waffles." She asked with an awkward smile on her face, hoping her best friend would accept.

"Have you not pay for the car AND poison me with your cooking? I think I'll pass", he teased her.

"I meant going to the diner outside of town but since you're being an asshole I guess the offer is off the table."

"Okay okay if you're not the one cooking, I'm down", he said, his smirk never leaving his face.

She couldn't help but laugh, thankful for her best friend being there to cheer her up.

"Thank you Jackie."

"My shift ends in half an hour. If you wanna wait we can go for pancakes after I'm done here", he said, putting an arm around her.

She had just left work, so the timing was perfect for a warm meal at a cozy diner with her best friend.

"Yeah, sure! I can wait."

They started walking towards the garage and the blond man started talking again: "You know I'd fix your car for free anyway but then you mentioned pancakes so I couldn't say no."

She narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

"You're lucky I love you Teller."

He laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek, his arm still around her shoulder.

"Me and Chibs are just finishing off with an old bike and then we're good to go."

"Chibs?" she asked with a raised eyebrow as they were approaching the bike Jax was talking about.

"One of the guys... the Scottish one. Do you ever listen to me when I talk?"

"I was mostly asking because of the weird name but sure... Scottish one. Got it! One of your scary biker friends, right?"

He couldn't help but laugh yet again.

"Scary biker friends?"

(Y/N) loved Jax. The two immediately became best friends at a pretty young age when (Y/N)'s family had moved to Charming next to Gemma and John Teller's house. She loved him the way you'd love a brother, she was always there for him whenever he needed her but one thing she decided to stay completely away from was the club. She wouldn't approve of the outlaw lifestyle in the first place but also witnessing the mess it caused to her town, and most importantly her best friend, was only making it worse. She wouldn't ask any questions in case she'd get answers she wouldn't like. He was ok with it. More than ok with it actually. She was an escape for him to a carefree past and a light of positivity in his chaotic present.

She met the 'Scottish one' that was helping Jax fix the old bike and it went better than she expected. Once she got over his pretty intimidating look, scarred face, leather jacket and all, he actually seemed pretty nice and interesting.

She was sitting on a bench next to the two bikers working when she noticed another guy trying to fix a car nearby. Well, it was pretty hard for him to go unnoticed. He had a short dark mohawk and a tattoo on each side of it on his head, wounds on his face from god knows what and tattoos all over his arms and torso, that was now visible since his shirt was long gone. His muscular body was glistening from his sweat in the Californian heat and the muscles on his arms and upper back were moving in sync as he was working on the damaged car.

He had been over that car's engine for what seemed like forever and as much as she hated to admit it, (Y/N) wished she wasn't jealous of an old car. She had noticed the guy before, one of the many times she had to visit TM due to her shitty car, but that day she had the chance to take a 'closer look'.

His left hand was resting on the car's open hood now, giving her a better view of his muscular arm and flexing abs. The focused look on his face, lowered eyebrows and clenched jaw, made him appear even more intimidating and yet attractive, especially when he unconsciously licked his lips in deep thought.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)?" her friend interrupted her watching of the 'show'. "Can you pass me that cloth over there?", he asked as he pointed to a gray piece of cloth on the bench she was sitting.

After that small interruption she was back at unapologetically starting at the tan guy nearby. She guessed that she had missed a lot since a small part of his abs was covered in grease now and his face seemed even angrier after the amount of failed attempts to start the car.

After some more conversation with Jax and Chibs, once she looked over at the mohawk guy again, he had already put his black shirt on, meaning that his job fixing the car was done. Later as he was putting a no-sleeve leather jacket on, which (Y/N) unfortunately recognised, he was aimlessly looking around when he caught the almost-drooling girl looking at him. She immediately dragged her gaze to Jax and Chibs, mostly out of embarrassment as well as some fear of his intimidating look. Next thing she knew, the mohawk guy was strutting confidently towards her and the two bikers, shoulders and arms swaying back and forth. He was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, no one knowing where his brown eyes were focused on.

"Hey brother", Chibs said with a smirk.

He answered with a simple 'hey' and a light hit on Chib's back and then did the same to Jax, after he took off his sunglasses and put them hanging outside his leather jacket's pocket.

(Y/N) didn't know if she should have been mad or relieved that the hot outlaw completely ignored her existence, exactly because he was a hot outlaw. Nevertheless, she was satisfied she could study the biker up close. He was wearing buggy cargo pants with chains hanging from one side near his waist and the black shirt she had noticed earlier was visibly a little too tight on his muscular chest. He put his hands in his pockets, as (Y/N) was staring at the veins and black tattoos on his arms that had started to fade.

"Jax, I wanted to tell you that I can't come with you guys tonight. I have something personal to take care of." He didn't give any further details since his brothers were not the only ones present. He was waiting for an answer from Jax with a frown on his face since the sun was getting into his eyes. (Y/N) noticed how his chocolate brown pupils appeared almost red against the sunlight.

"Yeah, that's okay. We're more than enough for tonight anyway. You can take the evening off."

"Awesome, thank you man", he said with a smirk as he lightly hit Jax's back.

He then shook his head up as an indication of saying goodbye, while maintaining eye contact with (Y/N), before he walked away.

Was that saying goodbye to me as well?

It was a goodbye to everyone.

He was looking at my direction though.

(Y/N) wasn't exactly loving the fact that she was enjoying this.

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The hot pancakes Jax and (Y/N) were eagerly anticipating finally arrived at the table.

"Thank you darling", the blond biker said to the waitress while intensionally making his voice sound a little deeper. He was smirking the entire time while sitting all laid back, exuding confidence. The young girl gave him a cheeky smile and went her own way.

"Do you ever take a break?" (Y/N) questioned him sarcastically.

"A break of what?" Jax asked, a playful look on his face since he obviously knew what she was talking about.

"Hitting on innocent women."

"She was eyeing me since the minute we walked in."

The only way she could respond was with an unamused look.

"Also don't act all innocent to me. You're worse than I am", he said before letting out a chuckle and taking a big bite of his pancakes.

"What are you talking about? I don't hit on any person on a 18 feet radius, at any given time and place."

"Well yeah, that's because you're too scared to actually hit on them so you just stare from afar."

(Y/N) kicked his leg under the table.

"Ouch", he screamed in a playful manner while rubbing his leg. "You bitch", he whispered.

"That's not true."

"You were staring at Juice the entire time we were at TM. Didn't even say hello to him."

"Staring at what?" She asked while laughing, not even understanding that with the word Juice, Jax was refering to a person.

"The guy back at the garage. Mohawk and tribal tattoos. You were practically drooling over him."

"No I wasn't", she sounded offended.

"You can't hide from me girl. You know that. I know you better than I know myself."

"Ok he's hot... I was looking, yeah... but 'drooling over him' is an overstatement."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say", he raised his eyebrows while taking a sip of water.

"Jax!"

"You weren't even listening to what me and Chibs were saying."

"Actually I was actively trying not to listen to your club... business... stuff."

Jax rolled his eyes at her desperate attempt to change the subject.

"You could've at least say hello, you know. Dude doesn't bite."

"Are you sure about that? He looked like he could bite to me. If I'm being honest I was kinda scared of him."

Jax started laughing. "Scared? Of Juice? I can guarantee you he was more scared of you than you were of him."

"What do you mean?" she asked amused.

"Let's just say that not everyone has their way with women like I do."

"You're an idiot."

"No seriously, he'd get nervous even if he was around a female dog."

"What? He looked pretty confident to me. Intimidating. And scary as I said before."

Jax couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh. "You know, underneath all the leather and the tattoos, we're still human. Didn't you like Chibs?"

"He was pretty nice I guess. Well, when I could make out what he was saying", she said referring to his thick accent.

"See? And Juice is even... milder...", he was trying to find the right word, "than Chibs. Dude's into technology and computers, coding and shit. He's a total nerd."

"He's still an outlaw biker. Seriously, could you ever imagine me being with someone like that Juice guy?"

"With the stupid haircut of his? Hell no, you deserve way better."

"Jax, I'm serious."

"Well... no, it's not the easiest thing to imagine, but you're full of surprises baby, I know that", he chuckled.

"A mohawk, head tattoos and chains hanging from his pants is a pretty big surprise though, don't you think? And these fucking leather jackets."

"I've told you a million times, they're called kuttes."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"(Y/N), if you can be best friends with me, you can date a guy like Juice, trust me. Also I have chains on my pants too, should I be offended?" he was once again teasing her.

"Yes."

"You should meet him. And by meet him I mean like actually have a conversation." He was trying to find a reason for her to meet the Sons after all those years, meet the other part of him she had been avoiding for so long.

"I'm not getting into your club business shit for some boy, Jackie. Especially a boy with a fucking mohawk."

"I'm not asking you to get into the club shit. Trust me, I wouldn't want that", he was all serious now, "I'm just saying that you can meet the guys. They are my family. They... they're a part of me. You met Chibs, he was ok. You know we don't only talk about dead bodies and guns. We have other interests as well."

She was quiet, not knowing how to respond, so he continued:

"We are family (Y/N). They've been there for me through my hardest times, just like you have. Maybe you have more things in common than you think. Besides, I think you and Juice would make a great duo", he told his best friend, smirking after the last sentence.

_____

A few days later (Y/N) was heading to TM once again. She had agreed with Jax that when she'd come to pick up her car, she'd come in the clubhouse to meet the guys for the first time.

So there she was, nervous, walking slowly towards the clubhouse entrance. Second thoughts were taking over her mind.

I don't know if I'm ready for this. I'm not meant to be involved in this kind of stuff... with these kind of people. What am I supposed to have in common with a bunch of criminal bikers? If only it wasn't for this dumb, scary, hot ass Juice dude.

To her surprise the dumb, scary, hot ass Juice dude was sitting by himself on a bench outside the clubhouse.

Shit, shit, shit. Ok. Go talk to him. No I can't go talk to him. I have to walk right by him anyway, I should talk to him. What am I supposed to say? I can just say hello. Or hey. God just look away.

Juice was looking down at something so she hoped he wouldn't look up at her. She was getting closer, still overthinking.

I should ask him about my car. Or Jax... yeah, I should ask him where Jax is.

Juice looked up giving her a small smile that made her knees weak.

"Hey... you're Jax's friend right? If you're looking for him he's probably in the clubhouse", the tan biker spoke first, making everything way easier for her. The truth is he did know who she was, that's for sure. 'Jax's cute bubbly friend whose car was breaking down constantly.'

"Awesome, thank y-" she didn't finish her sentence. She had felt something against her ankles, so she looked down. To her surprise there was a small gray kitten slithering between her legs and rubbing its small head against her ankles.

"I think she likes you", Juice said with a wide smile, the kind where his eyes smile as well. Apparently that's why he was looking down earlier.

"It took her weeks to trust me and stop running away from me and now she's all up on you the minute she meets you. I'm kind of offended actually", he said before letting out an adorable laugh, while spreading his right arm close to (Y/N)'s shoes, making the kitten rub its face on his big palm. He eventually grabbed it and put it gently on his lap where he was sitting.

A 'badass' biker dressed in black leather, full of tattoos and with a fucking knife hanging off his belt, petting a small kitten that was purring loudly on his lap. The contrast in this image was pretty apparent, to say the least. (Y/N) was sitting there taking in this unusual sight before he spoke again:

"She's a stray. Found her by some trash cans a few weeks ago and fed her. Now she won't leave." He was busy petting the cat, only looking up to face (Y/N) by his last sentence.

What he said, along with his big smile at the end, warmed her heart. Maybe bikers do have feelings after all. He suddenly didn't appear all scary to her. She sat on the bench next to him and although confident, it took all the courage she had.

"Why don't you take her to the animal shelter?" she asked while petting the cute kitten that was still on his lap.

"I wanted to... but I couldn't", a loud laugh escaping his lips. "I tried, I promise", he added while raising his hands in the air in an 'I'm innocent' motion. "I mean look at that face."

The cat was looking up at them, its green eyes shining. She was still petting it, when her hand accidentally brushed against Juice's.

"She's so cute", (Y/N) said after a few moments of silence while looking at the kitten, in order to change the sudden awkward atmosphere.

"She is", he said softly while looking at the cat and then up to the girl next him, not knowing who he was referring to either.

"I wanted to take her home but I'm too busy for a pet, you know, with the club an' all. I'm not even home that much. I wouldn't want to neglect her."

"I've always wanted a cat, but never really made the decision. I... I would love to get her... Well, if you're okay with that of course."

"Yeah, of course", he exclaimed all excited, "it breaks my heart knowing she's out here day and night. Getting her a home is everything I could ask for... you're gonna have to let me visit her though."

A sexy smirk appeared on his face and (Y/N) responded with a lovely smile. Maybe meeting the club wasn't such a bad idea after all.

[xxisxxisxxis]

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NIKKI

My lawyer looks completely unimpressed with my lack of shoes, shirt, and dignity as he leans back in his chair behind his desk, rubbing his temples. 

"It doesn't work like that, Nikki, I'm afraid." He informs me finally, sitting up and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk. 

"I was declared dead for two minutes. I died. My wife's technically a widow." 

"You can't annul a four year marriage on the basis of 'I died for two minutes.' Some cases of actual death, it can take an act of congress for widow or widower to have an annulment for a marriage where their spouse is no longer alive, legitimately." He explains and I roll my eyes. 

"So, what, I just get some divorce papers or something?" 

"Unless I declare mental incapacity given that you went through a traumatic series of events within the last twenty-four hours and this could possibly be a very serious lapse in judgement." He argues and I stare at him.

"Stop pulling my dick." 

"I'm not 'pulling your dick.' I just don't want you to make this decision and then regret it when your head clears." 

I managed to wear him down and by the next morning, he left the papers by Tommy's door after Vince mentioned to me that Viv stayed over there with Tommy and Heather.

When I get home, Karen opens the door and looks at me, wide eyed and confused. 

"H-Hey?" She says as I push past her and go to the phone, opting to change my answering machine. 

"Hey, it's Nikki." I say. "I'm not here because I'm dead." 

Karen just looks at me, astounded, and I go to my room, slamming the door. 

I was good and tired and glutton for punishment because I got home that night and loaded up the biggest shot of smack I could muster and pulled the trigger.

I wake up with a sharp pain in the crook of my arm, a needle still in my skin as blood trails my forearm to collect in my palm...Jesus fucking Christ, I've officially lost it. 

I take the needle out and force myself up to trudge to the living room to check my messages. 

Things like, "You're an asshole," and "that's not funny," tend to be the common theme. 

I guess I need to change my answering machine. 

I comb through to see if I have anything from Viv. 

Now would be a good time to hear her bitch me out for almost making her kill herself--because, lets face it, she's gonna blame it on me, anyway. 

Nothing's found, though. 

"Fuck, Vivian." I sigh out, sitting on the carpet in the living room, rubbing my forehead as a new message comes on…

"You fucker, you would be the one to fucking OD and die and then get up right after and file for divorce as if she doesn't have enough shit going on, already." 

I furrow my brows at the voice. 

"Axl the Twat?" I say aloud, confused, as he finishes with, "fuck you, you fucking fuck." 

He hangs up and I raise my brows. 

Did I die and wake up in a parallel universe? Axl defending Vivian? 

Is this hell? 

It cuts to the last message. 

"Hey, umm...I don't know if you'll get this or not or if…" Vanity. "...I don't know what's going on but I heard something terrible on the radio and I suppose it was true--well, kind of, um…" she sighs. "We're not together anymore and I get that I just hope you're o--"

"Fuck that." I grumble, hitting delete. 

I fall back and I look up at myself. 

It's fucked that I bought this fucking house for Viv, and she's not even staying in it anymore. 

I feel like I promised her so much and haven't given a damn thing to her except reasons to want to throw herself off of balconies.

I look down at my arm, dried blood still on my skin. 

I'm fucking tired of this shit. 

I let my complete exhaustion of being sick fuel me to dig through everything I own and throw out all of my rigs, any other drugs in my path, and even pour everything to get drunk off of down the sink--even the fucking cooking-wine. 

Vivian's somewhere catching the holy spirit, probably, just sensing I'm finally fucking done. 

Or she's somewhere in tears over me finally taking the final step to end our relationship. 

I feel like it's dead in every way aside from legal. 

Whisky's laying by the door, whining when I step over him to go throw the big garbage bag out. 

I'd get down there and whine for her, too, but I know this is what needs to be done. 

Our entire relationship has just been one giant clusterfuck, and I don't want to put her through the bullshit of having to try to forgive me and trust me, again. 

I think I've already stolen enough of her peace of mind. 

She'll be happier with Duff, anyway. He's a good guy. A hell of a lot more suited for her than I am. 

My hand rubs the back of my neck and I realize I'm still wearing the small crucifix of her's. 

I'm tempted not to give it back. 

I just sigh and throw the trash out and get back in the house, getting in the shower. 

When I get out, I ruffle a towel through my hair, seeing the light blinking on my answering machine. 

I go over and try to keep myself from getting too excited at the thought of it being Viv before I hit play on my messages. 

"Nikki, it's Doc. I know you feel like horseshit right about now but I need you to come down to the office at 5:00p.m., we're getting you guys together because we need to talk. See you then--preferebly kinda sober and coherent." 

Turns out I'll have my ass chewed by Doc before Viv, after all. 

I know he came down to the hospital and tore Slash and the guys new ones while I was unconscious. 

I'm digging in my garbage for a couple pills to dull down my future shakes that I just know are gonna be coming before sundown. 

Despite being not in shape to fucking drive anywhere, I still go because I know if I don't go, Doc will come here and I don't need him here. 

It's morbid walking into the office to see Vince, Tommy, and Mick sitting and waiting for me while Doc sits behind his desk. 

"Fuck me." I complain out loud, dreading what Doc's about to go on about. 

"Sit." Doc tells me and I plop down beside Tommy, sighing, and Doc waits a minute before saying, "I canceled the European tour."

"What?" Vince asks and Mick furrows his brows. 

"What the fuck, Doc--"

"--Shut the fuck up and listen." He cuts me off while Tommy nervously shakes his leg. "If you bastards go to Europe, one of you will come back in a body bag. And I'm not gonna be the fucking manager that runs Mötley Crüe into the ground." He states harshly. 

"That's a fucking first." I laugh out, meanly, and Doc glares at me. "Guess dead rockstars don't make as much money as alive ones, huh? I coulda told ya that after Razzle--"

"--Nikki." Mick states. 

"Where's my wife?" I snap next. 

"Oh, the one you so stupidly filed for divorce from without giving me a heads up first? Probably with her friends that haven't put her through the ringer and fucked her over time and time again." He states. 

"I didn't know I needed permission to make decisions in my personal life--that have nothing to do with Mötley Crüe." 

"Are you two just gonna argue or are we gonna actually talk about why we're here because I have things to do." Vince grumbles. 

"Tommy came to me and told me he's thinking about rehab." Doc tells us and I glance at Tommy, who's avoiding looking at anybody. "I'm not taking Mötley Crüe on tour again, in a studio, whatever, until you guys get your act together." 

We all look at each other, exhaling, and I rub my lips together. 

"Fine." Vince sighs, and Doc looks at Tommy.

He nods. 

"Nikki?" Doc asks and I just stare at him. 

The guys are gone in a few minutes, leaving just me and Doc and I stand up. 

"I wanna see Viv." I tell Doc as he digs through some files, and he looks up and blinks from behind his desk, 

"She said she's not seeing you until you get help." Doc states. 

"She says that but I bet I could find her tonight and still get her under me in less than three minutes." 

"Assuming she's not still under Duff." Doc says and I tense up. "You think I didn't notice how questionably close they got on tour?" He adds. 

"She's going through a crisis." I reply. 

"Can't imagine why." He mumbles. 

"Just tell me where she's at, Doc." I snap. 

"You look like shit. You need to go home and get some fuckin' rest because you're all checking in tomorrow afternoon." He adds. 

"I'm not going anywhere until I see my wife."

"You mean the wife you filed for divorce from?" He questions and I roll my jaw. "Your wife is resting. You should, too."

1981

I fumble for my key to the apartment, cussing under my breath when I can't get the door opened. 

"Motherfucker." I hiss, finally getting it unlocked and shoving it open…

I slam it shut and toss my keys across the room, hearing Tommy and Vince's room door creak open. 

Vivian crosses her arms, a scowl on her face, her hair tousled from sleep. 

"Could you be any louder?" She snaps, shutting the door behind her, going to the kitchen.

My eyes run up and down her long legs as she heads that way, only in one of Tommy's t-shirts and panties. 

Fuck. Me. 

I go to grab the bottle of Jack on the counter, taking a sip as she gulps some water down, a droplet escaping the glass as she drinks, rolling down her chin to her neck and I watch it, my burning throat getting dry as I try to pull myself together, my prick starting to push against my pants. 

Damnit. 

It's like the sane part of myself is trying to slap the hopelessly horny part of me. 

She's fucking evil, dude, fuck off, I tell myself. 

She's hot. 

You hate each other. 

I wonder what weird shit she's into in bed. 

She's a bitch. You know she's a bitch. Leave her alone. 

Oh, I forgot she's supposedly a virgin.

Go to bed, dumbfuck. GO TO BED. 

That means I get to watch her experience stuff for the first time.

I end up chuckling, amused at the thought of seeing her pretty eyes roll in her head as pleasure bombards her for the first time. 

"What?" She snaps, and I realize I've been staring at her. 

I'm about to answer until I get caught up at the sight of her nipples peering through her shirt...fuck me. 

"Nikki," she shoves at my shoulder, making me take my eyes off of her chest.

She just scoffs. 

"Go touch yourself in the bathroom or something. Jesus." She puts the glass down and walks past me to go back to Tommy's room.

See? Evil. 

I ignore the voice of reason and I catch her wrist and stop her, yanking her closer to me. 

She looks like a deer in headlights for a minute before I'm grabbing at her hair closest to her neck and pulling her to me, kissing her. 

It's a pretty clean kiss, no tongue, no mess, just testing the waters. 

She doesn't push me away or beat me up like I always thought she would do, instead, when I pull away for a moment, she takes a breath, wide eyed, before grabbing me by my jacket, pulling me back in. 

I'm surprised but I don't let it get in the way, taking lead a little to guide her. 

For someone who's never been kissed before (again, allegedly) she's not awful at it like I expected--well, I didn't expect her to be awful because she's never kissed anybody, I expected her to be awful because she's so mean to me. 

Her hands push my jacket off my shoulders and I push my tongue past her lips, coaxing a quiet moan from her. 

Holy shit. 

My hands go to her ass and she grasps at my hair as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me. 

Just to see if we're on a standard starting basis of common interests, I lift one of my hands and bring it back down, not too hard, but hard enough, and she hums, fucking biting my bottom lip and grinding into me a couple times. 

I have to keep from creaming my pants just by her moving against me. 

You're being stupid, I tell myself, but I can't bring myself to leave her alone now. 

She's been the forbidden fruit or whatever for months now and I just gotta have it. 

I take her to my room and kick the door shut with my foot, taking her to the shitty mattress on the floor. 

I drop her onto it, seeing her in the glow of streetlights. 

"Take your shirt off." I say, lowly, and she rubs her lips together and slowly pulls it over her head, her bare chest exposed and my dick's practically throbbing at this point. 

I take her crucifix in my hand, and she looks down at it as I lick my lips. 

She unfastens it and throws it aside. 

I lean down and kiss her again, trailing down her neck, my tongue against her skin and she gasps out a sharp breath, her hands pulling at my shirt. 

I take it off and she's sitting up and running her palms over my shoulders, down my chest, and I grasp her around her throat, pushing her back to the mattress and I feel a little shiver go up her spine. 

My tongue circles one of her nipples and she lets out bated breaths as I take it between my teeth. 

She moans, loudly, and I move my hand to her mouth. 

"Shh!" I say. "You're gonna wake them up." I add and she nods. 

I do the same to her other breast, with my hand over her mouth, but then I get an idea. 

A glorious, completely selfish idea. 

I take my hand off of her mouth and smirk before kissing the middle of her chest, one of her top ribs, biting into it, hard, making her scratch at my shoulder while covering her own mouth as a sharp moan is forced from her.

I run my tongue over the bite mark and continue down her stomach, stopping at the top of her panties, glancing at her. 

She's still breathing heavy, hands covering her chest, tilting her head to see me. 

I run my hand over her clothed core, a little noise coming from her throat, feeling a big wet spot over her cunt. 

She lifts her hips and starts pulling them down and I take them and discard them, running my fingertips up the inside of her thigh before I rub my thumb around her clit that's slickened wet. 

Her hands jolt to mine between her legs, her back arching, trying her hardest not to be loud. 

I tug her to the edge of the mattress, and grab one of her hands, replacing mine with it before I'm looming over her for a moment. "Touch yourself." I tell her, my lips brushing against hers and I can tell she's blushing under the dark of the room. "C'mon, it's hot, just do what feels good." I add, my lips pressing against hers for a moment before I feel her hand move, a delicate gasp coming from her and I pull my lips from hers to watch her face. 

Her eyes close, her head tilts back while her other hand tangles in her hair. 

I stand up to take my pants off, grabbing at my painfully hard cock when she bucks her hips against her frail fingers. 

"Nikki," she says, eyes still shut, head back, and I rub my hands down my face. 

We haven't even fucked yet and I can already tell she's gonna make me a fucking idiot. 

I get my pants off and run my thumb over my tip and get some precum on it, leaning down and holding it up to her lips. 

"Hold your tongue out," I tell her and she opens her eyes and looks at me, before doing as I say. 

The pad of my thumb rubs it over her tongue and she lets out a satisfied sigh, looking up at me as I lick her spit off my thumb. 

I get back up on my feet for a moment and she gets up and crawls to the foot of the bed, her eyes on my prick, hunger in her eyes…

Nice try, evil bitch, you're not stealing my soul by sucking it through my dick. 

I grab her hair and make her look at me. 

"Lay down." I tell her and doesn't argue, eyes still ravenous…

I kiss up her kneecap to her thigh, sliding up and up until--

"Oh, fuck!" She whimpers out when my tongue swirls her clit around, getting the first taste of Saint Viv. 

My eyes are the ones to roll back, now. 

Holy shit. 

It's good because she's Satan and needs something to trap you with, that little voice comes back. 

Her hands find my hair, her lips find my name and if I don't get ahold of myself, I'll be finding God based on this experience alone.

Apparently she's finding him right now because all she can muster out is, "oh, God." 

I find a good rhythm with my tongue, her pussy starting to grind against my face as teasing, little sultry moans flutter through the room. 

After a minute I feel her body tense up, and I pat myself on the back as she comes, my tongue lapping at her entrance to get drunk off of her, my hands running over her stomach and thighs. 

Vivian claims we just went right into sex without doing anything aside from making out before hand but I distinctly remember going down on her. She must've blacked out once she realized we were about to fool around or something but I remember that happening because it was something I'd dreamed up doing ever since I met her, creepy but honest.

I pry myself from her to grab a rubber behind the head of the mattress, the both of us pulling ourselves up there.

I get it on and turn over, getting on top of her. 

She's already hooking her legs around me before I even line myself up with her. 

She looks like she's high or drunk, eyes nearly shut, her lip between her teeth, her head tilted slightly, exposing her neck. 

I lean down and kiss her neck, her skin damp with sweat and she sighs. 

I rub my tip against her opening and she closes her eyes. 

I push into her, having to coach myself through because fuck her pussy is tight, and she winces, her mouth opening but nothing coming out. I'm about to ask her if she's alright when she speaks first. 

"Take it off." She tells me. 

"What?" 

"The condom, take it off." 

"Are you trying to trap me or something?" I snap at her. 

"I wanna feel you." She tells me softly, and I guess it's kinda sweet, or primal, whatever. 

I pull out of her and take the condom off, dropping it by the bed before I'm pushing back into her. 

We both moan, and I can feel her body stretching to accommodate my entrance, her face showing pain. 

I pullout again, but before I can get out completely, she pulls me back in with her legs, letting out a high pitched breath. 

More of her juices coat over my cock. 

"Fuck, Vivian," I say it, thrusting into her again and she wraps her arms around my back, hugging me to her, and my lips find hers as I push into her again, and again, roughly, the feeling of heaven washing over me each time I go back inside her. 

I make her take every inch, forcing myself to fit the last inch and a half despite her body not having room, and she writhes underneath me. 

"I think I'm bleeding." She tells me breathlessly and I think she wants me to back off or get off her, but when I go to, she says, "No, keep going, it feels good." 

The look on her face is a clear indication that she's into it. 

I'm kind of shocked that churchy Vivian is into the same shit I'm into, and I grab her throat, again, and kiss her, our tongues moving together. 

"I wanna get on top next." She tells me through moans. 

"Why?" I ask. 

"I wanna see it." She says and I furrow my brows for a second before I catch on. 

I'm rolling off of her and onto my back, my hands running up her thighs and waist when she gets on top of me, and I grab myself as she straddles me, pushing it against her before my hands pull  her down onto me. 

She screws her eyes shut, as she sinks down to the hilt, her thighs shaking, and I hit her ass cheek as hard as I can and she gets so tight around me I can't pull out until she relaxes. 

"You can't do that shit." I tell her harshly, biting back my urge to go ahead and come, and she relaxes a little more as my hands hold at her waist, guiding her movements since she's never done this before. 

"Does it feel good?" I ask her, her little moans and whimpers getting me even more hot and bothered. 

"Yes," she nods, tipping her head back. "So good."

I look between us, clear view of her pussy taking it, and I sigh. 

"It looks good, too." I tell her and she leans down over me, her forehead against my chest as she watches me fuck her for a moment before looking at me, kissing me sloppily, her chest pressing against mine making her sigh when her nipples brush against my skin. 

When she pulls away, I'm sticking two fingers in her mouth, taking her by surprise but she starts sucking on them in a second, and I force them down her throat, making her gag, as I start pounding into her, making her nearly shriek out but I gag her with my hand around her throat. 

"You're so pretty." I tell her, spit all down her chin from choking on my fingers, eyes nearly shut, my hand around her throat, and I glance down between us, licking my lips. "That pussy's pretty, too." I add and she cries out when my other hand starts rubbing at her clit. 

I take my hand from her throat and she gasps for air. 

"Nikki, I'm--" 

She can't finish. 

I roll onto her again, getting on my knees and lift her hips, continuing to hammer into her roughly and her eyes go to the back of her head, as her cum soaks the both of us. 

Why the fuck didn't she tell me she can come like that? 

I feel myself reaching my own end and go to pull out but she tugs me onto her, kissing me, her legs snaking around me. 

At first I don't think she realizes I'm about to blow my kids everywhere, then when I try to pullout, she says, "do it in me, I've heard it feels good."

I look at her like she's crazy because it's something I'd never expect her to say. 

"Please, Nikki, let me have it." 

I don't have time to argue because I'm finishing with a grunt and a satisfied smile at the sight of tears of pleasure in her eyes before her lids screw shut, her mouth open as a moan leaves her, her body sparking off with shivers. 

I let her have it.

"You're a slut." I tell her, thrusting into her a couple more times and she hums at my words. 

"Shut up." She says next and I kiss her one last time before rolling off of her. 

She pulls the covers over her chest and closes her eyes, tired, and I watch her for a moment. 

Okay, she may not be a slut, but I know she's gonna be able to get away with murder and I'm gonna let her because she's fucking Vivian. 

I ran myself into my own grave, but heroin and Vivian were major catalysts, but I know I was a catalyst for her own rock bottom, too. We were just too fucking young to know better, I guess. We fell in love and got hooked on playing house without actually stopping to think what all it would look like. Of course, neither of us expected me to be on smack, neither of us expected me to reach the level of stupidity that I reached with Vanity, and neither of us expected her to be conceiving a lovechild while I was next door dying, and I certainly didn't expect to file for divorce first, if at all. I remember that first night together in that shitty apartment got me hooked on her. Not just sex, I actually started listening to what she had to say after that, and wanting to have conversations, and hangout...I fell in love and she made it easy for me to. It was like boiling a frog. Things got worse and worse slowly overtime until BAM! I had Vanity, crack, and junk, and Vivian had Duff and a secret savings account she didn't think our lawyer would get record of. I was pissed, but I knew it was my fault. 

All of it was. 

I had promised her the world and instead stole everything from her like a life-sucking demon. 

She wasn't the evil, manipulative bitch. 

I was.