#I will be back on my incoherent bullshit in no time just let me have a cry before I do

[star--anon]

it is a little strange sometimes to get notes on my posts from the same people that I read the fanfics of

that's like if you joined a writing competition thinking it'd be for newbies, and Neil Gaiman sat down next to you, and before you can get up from your seat and walk out because clearly you are in something above your head, he starts complimenting your headcanons

[evie-sturns]

make up - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you and your boyfriend chris have a massive argument, and even after he apologises you still dont forgive him. he makes it up to you a totally different way.

contains: smut, makeup sex, angst, arguing, yelling, fluff, swearing.

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9:38pm

chris walks into the warm kitchen, i lean against the counter with a small smile.

"hi chris!" i speak softly, i walk up to him and wrap my arms around him.

he pats me once on the back before shrugging me off with a small incoherent mumble. "chris-? whats wrong with you?" i ask calmly, cocking my head to the side.

he scoffs, "nothings 'wrong with me', just not in the mood for it.", his voice is hoarse and he sounds pissed.

"not in the mood for what-?" i ask, staring up at him as he continues to look down at his phone, the light of the screen illuminating his features.

"not in the mood for you," he snaps back almost instantly before turning around and walking into the dining room.

my eyebrows knit together as i try to stay calm.

"what do you mean? what did i even do?" i ask, following him into the dining room.

he sits down at one of the chairs with a huff, his eyes closed as if hes trying to block me out.

"chris-" i start but he instantly cuts me off,

"every single minute you wanna be grabbing on me and shit, every. single. minute." he replies quickly,

"i dont understand why youre so obsessed with me or something? like god can i get any time alone?" he spits,

i let out an audible gasp,

"what- why is your ego so big that you automatically assume i'm 'obsessed' with you?" i laugh,

"you're my boyfriend of course i want to touch you?" i follow up, a frown clear on my face.

"you know you can be so damn clingy, pisses me off." chris raises his voice as he stares up at me from the dining chair.

i stare down at him, my eyebrows knit together as i try to figure out how to calm this situation down.

but i can’t, he’s pissed me off now and i’m known for talking back quite often…

“not my fault your a moody grown ass man, but you never fail to act like a child.” i told my arms,

“god, listen to yourself, just a whole load of yap yap yap.” chris mumbles as he makes a mouth with his hands.

he rolls his eyes,

“why are you acting like this?” i raise my voice, folding my arms over my chest with a hurt expression.

“i’m not acting like anything! you genuinely annoy me so much and i’m not sure how much longer i can keep putting up with your bullshit.” he scoots his chair back, it makes a loud screech on the wooden floor as he stands up to meet my gaze.

“well what then- you’re gonna break up with me cause you’re in a sensitive fuckin mood?” i yell back,

“you’re making it hard not to.” he laughs bitterly,

“chris- you get like this too often! i mean all you do is complain and bitch-?”

he cuts me off, “all i do is complain? you can’t go a full hour without whining to me, i hate that about you, seriously hate it.”

i throw my hands in the air, he takes a firm grip of my wrist and clutches it tight.

“let me go you asshole!” i yell, tugging my arm.

he grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

i stare up into his piercing blue eyes as he speaks.

“you are such a bitch, such a fucking bitch.” he speaks codly, a hint of honesty behind his words.

i finally get my wrist free with a loud huff,

“where are you off to now? ‘gonna go have another cry in the bedroom? seems like the only thing you do.” chris grumbles,

“fuck- i hate you!” i scream, storming off down the hallway into my room.

“i bet you do” he scoffs,

i slam the door of my room, i walk over to the bed and flop down on it.

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i promised myself i wouldn’t cry, i don’t want chris thinking i’m a crybaby.

but now i’ve been alone for 20 minutes, the emotions are finally building up as i replay the argument over and over in my head.

i burst into a sob, instantly trying to wipe the tears away, but it’s no use, they spill down my cheeks quicker than i can control.

i bury my face in my hands as i let out wracked sobs,

i grab chris and i’s shared stuffed animal, which we collectively got for our 6 month anniversary.

i let out shaky breathes as i try to calm myself down

my thoughts get interrupted by two knocks at the bedroom door,

it follows by chris walking in with a small smile, all of his anger from earlier gone.

“hey..” he whispers, a nervous expression on his face

i ignore him, keeping my eyes fixed on my lap.

“can we have a little chat- please?” chris asks softly,

i shake my head, maybe i’m being somewhat immature, but i don’t care.

“i just wanna say i’m sorry, i love you a lot and i wasn’t thinking straight- at all.” he whispers, staring at me.

he sits on the bed infront of me,

“i don’t like fighting with you, and i’m sorry that i managed to start an argument it wasn’t your fault.” he speaks, his hand resting on my knee,

“i’m sorry baby.” he sighs,

i give him total radio silence, my mouth presses in a thin line.

“can i have an answer please?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over my knee softly.

i shake my head with a small pout,

“oh- please don’t give me that pout, i hate seeing you so upset.” he sighs,

“i don’t forgive you.” i mumble, i fidget with my nails as i stare down at my hands.

“okay, do you want more time alone?” he asks,

i shake my head with a small “no.”

“would you like me to stay here with you?” he follows up,

i shrug,

“what can i do to prove i’m sorry?” chris asks, scooting up next to me on the bed and resting his back against the headboard.

i shrug again,

chris reaches out and glides his fingers over the waistband of my sweatpants, keeping his eyes locked on my face.

he slowly dips his hand under my waistband, i feel his cool fingertips grace over the lace of the panties.

i nod slightly, a signal for him to keep going.

“can i make you feel really good please?” chris asks, his voice is slightly more hoarse now.

i nod, “fine..”

i try to sound as uninterested as possible, just as a little reminder i’m still mad at him.

chris grabs me under my arms and lifts me onto his lap,

i straddle him, my legs on either side of his thighs.

he reaches for the hem of my shirt, i nod.

“and.. up!” he gently lifts my shirt off over my head,

he reaches round and unclasps my bra, letting it fall onto his chest

“so so beautiful ‘f me.” he sighs, his hands roam over the curve of my waist.

i stay seated happily on chris’s lap, looking into his eyes as he sits up against the headboard.

he reaches round for my sweatpants, gently tugging them down my legs and off my ankles, leaving me in just my baby pink pair of panties. a little bow decorating the top.

my clothed cunt presses against his sweatpants,

his eyes rake over my body with a small groan,

i whine, reaching for the hem of my panties.

“i’m sorry doll, i don’t mean to tease ‘ya.” he whispers, quickly discarding my panties and shoving them in his pocket

i sit completely bare ontop of him, he’s fully clothed still just admiring me.

he gently rolls me off of him onto my back, i lay spread out across the mattress.

he stands up off the bed and gently tugs me to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the end of the bed.

he reaches for his belt buckle, which makes a loud clinking noise as he lets it drop to the floor.

chris tugs off his shirt, which is slightly cropped at the bottom.

finally he reaches for the button of his jeans, letting it drop to the floor and pool around his ankles.

he stands in his boxers, his happy trail peeks out the top of his waistband.

chris pulls me even closer to the edge of the bed,

he kneels down on the floor infront of me, his head inches away from where i need him most.

my breathing picks up as i feel his hair graze the inside of my thighs, my clit practically throbbing now with how bad i need him.

“i- chris- please you- you said you wouldn’t tease me-“ i whimper, shifting my hips to bring them closer to chris.

he chuckles softly, his hands wrap around my thighs and position them over his shoulders.

he tugs me close to him, his nose brushing against my clit.

i feel him finally place his tongue onto my entrance, tingles shoot straight through my body.

he licks a stripe from my hole up to my clit, savouring the flavour as he slowly presses his lips to my clit.

he hums against my clit as he sucks on it lightly, jolts of pleasure rushing through me.

chris has never been known for being gentle or slow, he usually goes so rough to the point of me screaming out his name, so this is definitely a change.

he speeds up, i clench around nothing as i get closer and closer.

my hands tangle into his hair, tugging softly at the silky strands.

“oh- oh chris-!” i moan out, he gently thrusts his fingers in and out of me, my walls stretching around his longer fingers.

that’s enough to tip me over the edge, i clench around his fingers.

i let out a breathless moan as i release, chris gently unlatches his mouth off of me with a grin, my juices covering his chin.

he wipes his chin on the back of his hands,

“feeling a bit better sweetie?” he asks, his lips glossy.

i nod, laying my arm messily across my face.

“tell me what you want now.” he whispers, his hands travel up the sides of my torso as he gently removes my arm from my face.

“you a bit sensitive? do you wanna wait a minute?” he asks softly,

i shake my head, “just want-.. you.”

“okay baby.” he whispers, standing between my legs.

“hold my hand if you need to.” chris says, his blue eyes fixed on mine.

i nod, reaching up and gripping his hand.

“okay- ‘s gonna hurt a little bit but you’ll get used to it like always.”

he gently pushes inside of me, his tip stretching me out already.

i squeeze his hand tight before letting out a pathetic moan.

he pushes deeper inside of me, i let out small whimpers.

“i know, i know.” he whispers, his free hand coming up and resting on the side of my face.

he grabs a pillow and positions it under my back,

“feel a little better?” chris asks as his cock sits fully inside of me.

i nod, finally cracking a small smile.

chris leans down, his arms caging around me as his face hovers inches from mine.

he slowly starts to thrust, keeping his eyes locked on mine as his chain dangles in my face.

“oh- fuck- you’re so tight.” he mutters, positioning himself so he repeatedly hits my g-spot.

“chris-“ i moan, gripping his bicep.

chris quickens his pace just so slightly, his tip repeatedly brushed against that sweet spot.

“i’m so sorry baby- fuck..” he groans,

“didn-didn’t mean to upset you- earlier-“ he moans out as his thrusts keep their steady rythm.

“you- you cum whenever you want to baby, don’t gotta ask me for permission.” he whispers,

i nod frantically,

“fuck- oh my gosh!” i arch my back off the bed,

“feels so full chris-“ i whimper, he reaches a hand down and presses on my lower stomach,

“you feel me right there?” he asks, gently massaging my stomach.

i nod, a choked moan escaping my lips.

“such a pretty girl,” he groans,

i whine, opening my mouth wide.

“yeah?- ‘ya want my fingers?” he asks,

i nod frantically, needing something to muffle my noises.

he gently presses two fingers in my mouth, letting them rest on my tongue.

“goood girl, good girl.” he rambles, keeping his fingers resting on my tongue.

“oh- ‘m so- ‘m so close-“ i say through a muffled moan,

my gummy walls clench around him, feeling the knot in my stomach get closer to snapping.

and finally,

it does.

i let out a loud whine against his fingers as i finish, clenching around him so tight.

chris instantly lets go, burying his release deep inside of me.

he pulls his dick out of me with a loud pop, followed by his fingers.

he stands hunched over between my legs as he catches his breath. “god- god y/n.” he whispers,

his cum slowly drips out of me onto the bedsheets, which chris seems to pick up on,

he gets the two fingers which were just in my mouth and gently pushes his release back inside of me, “there we go, gonna take it all ‘f me.”

he finally collapses beside me, pulling me onto his chest.

i bury my head in his collarbone, wrapping my arms around him.

“do- do you finally forgive me?” chris asks with a small chuckle, still completely out of breath.

“i guess so.” i grin cheekily,

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[bettysupremacy]

Thank you for letting me know:) Could you (if you get the chance) please write Grumpy Rafe x a like really sweet, shy, adorable like innocent reader? But like he finds her really cute? Could be anything else you want! I just like grumpy x sunshine :)

hey babe! Sorry this took me so long to get to, I hope u like! This is my fav rafe trope

“This is such bullshit.” Rafe grumbles.

Of course his plans had been derailed. Big empty house, summertime, pretty girl to himself, of course his friends dragged him away.

Your head peeks from the bathroom wall. “Hm?” It struggles out, your lips coated in toothpaste, your mouth occupied with a dangling toothbrush. You look so cute in your little outfit, he feels guilty for wanting you to get back into your pajamas. To forget your friends ever texted you at 9:30pm on a Saturday with Drinks? ;)

His hand waves in the air dismissively. “Nothing.”

You nod, slipping back into the bathroom to finish your tasks.

He rifles through his drawers messily, unsure of what he’s actually looking for. “Goddamn Kelce.” He mutters, quieter than last time. “Goddamn Topper.”

He can’t believe his perfect plans have been ruined, can’t believe he’ll have to share you. His head shakes in disbelief as he quits with the drawer, moving to wait for you by his bed. He cannot go out tonight.

You pop out of the bathroom, toothpaste replaced by a softer, pinker, shine to your lips. Rafe represses the urge to thumb at it as you walk over to wrap your arms around him tightly. Ear pressed to the warmth of his shirt covered chest, you can hear the aggravated thump to his heart.

“M’sorry.” You mumble.

He pulls back until your face is in view. His fingers work to smooth a piece of your hair. “For what?”

You lean into the touch. “I know you didn’t want to go out tonight.”

Oh. He can’t hide the distain crumpling his features. “No,” he grumbles. “I don’t.”

You smile weakly. “But we‘ll have fun.”

“You will.”

“Not if you’re miserable.”

He sighs, greatly heavy, shaking his head. “I won’t be miserable.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” His eyes roll. “as long as you sit on my lap.”

He nearly preens at the sound of your laugh. “I don’t think the bar stools are big enough for lap siting, baby.”

He deflates dramatically, his head falling to your shoulder. “Than what is the point.”

You smile, though he doesn’t see, his eyes hidden in the softness of your dresses sleeve. “Getting some drinks with friends who wanna catch up.” Your hand comes up to scratch his scalp the way he likes. He does preen this time.

He’s silent, breathing in the scent of the moisturizer he’d bought you last week. He grumbles incoherently.

“Me too.” You nod. You feel him grin against your shoulder.

Lifting his head, he ducks down, eye level with you. “Let’s just stay home, baby.” He whispers, nosing at yours.

Your eyes flutter, the hopes of a kiss working it’s way in. “You know we can’t do that.”

He sighs softly into you. “Why not?”

“Because,” You start with a pout, your hands sliding from where they rest on his waist, up onto his warm grumpy cheeks. “You haven’t seen Top in a month,” his nose twitches. “and he misses you.”

“Please don’t bring up Topper when I want to kiss you.”

You laugh, warm and syrupy, flushing at the insinuation of kissing. “I get a kiss?”

“You always get a kiss.” He breezes, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

It’s soft and sticky, a string of your pinky lipgloss connecting you two obscenely when you’re the one to pull back.

“R’you wearing the sticky stuff?” He murmurs.

“Yes,” you nod quietly. “It lasts longer.”

“So I’m gonna have pink shit all over my lips for the next thirty minutes?”

“No,” You giggle quietly. “a wet cloth will do the trick.”

“In that case.” He shrugs, leaning down to reward your lips with three rapid kisses before a fourth, longer, softer kiss.

You stifle a smile when he pulls back. “What?” He grins.

“Your lips are all sticky.” Your thumb wipes some shine from the corner of mouth. He puckers his lips.

“Maybe it’ll make me as pretty as you.”

Your nose wrinkles at his corniness.

“Or maybe I need more.” He leans in.

You push his face away from yours. “I can’t kiss you when you’re like this.”

“Lovely?” He murmurs. “The nicest boyfriend ever?”

“Corny.” You laugh at his offended expression, shrieking when he tackles you to the bed. “You maniac!”

He pulls your hair from your eyes, the gesture softer than your loud shriek moments before. It’s quiet as you breathe in tandem. His eyes rake over you appreciatively, and something in your belly twists for another kiss.

“I think” he starts,dropping his face down to nose at your collarbone. “I wanna kiss you again.”

Your eyes droop, the warmth of his body and love seeping into you. “I think” you start like him, murmuring into his ear. His ear tickles from the warm air. “I wanna stay home.”

“I did it!” He pops up, his arms caging you in.

Your chest rises in rapid giggles. “Shut up!”

[witchesverse]

someone loved me, someone fucking loved me.

pairing: rio vidal x reader

summary: you have lost the two most important people in your life: your wife and son. so, when death visits, you need to hurt her.

content: mentions of death, crying, magic fighting, punching in the face, angst without a happy ending, bleeding, heartbreak, mention of agatha harkness x reader.

You felt when she died. It was an uncomfortable, eerily feeling; you felt alone for the first time in centuries.

You ignored the feeling. You didn't want to believe she was dead. You couldn't believe she was dead. Agatha Harkness doesn't just die.

You felt her presence before you saw her. It was a gloomy, depressing feeling; you felt desperate for the first time in centuries.

"You can't ignore me, you know," She spoke softly.

You shuddered at the sound of her voice. You hadn't heard it since he died and never wanted to hear it again. Alas, you knew you would. That stupid promise Agatha made Rio promise meant you would.

"Go away, Rio."

Her hand brushed against your arm and you flinched, pulling away from her.

"How?"

The world seemed to pause at your question. The chirping from the birds and the rustling of the trees seemingly vanished.

Rio stuttered an incoherent sentence before taking in a deep breath. "It had to be one of them, okay?"

"What?"

"The kiss of death."

A blast of magic slammed into Rio's chest and sent her flying into the wall. Tears were glistering in your eyes as you stalked towards her, magic surrounding your fingers.

You couldn't kill Death, but you sure as hell could hurt her.

"I fucking hate you." Your voice broke with emotion as you screamed at her.

Another blast of magic hit Rio when she tried to stand, forcing her back to the ground.

"You are an evil, horrible monster and I wish I never met you." You snarled. "You have caused only pain and chaos for my family. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me."

Rio didn't reply and that only angered you.

You lifted her body and threw her out a window. The glass smashed, piercing her skin. Her body landed in the field of flowers surrounding your house.

Rio was on her feet once you got to her. She was bleeding in multiple places and her own magic surrounded her fingers.

"You don't want to do this," Rio said. "You know who will win."

"I don't need to win." You summoned another ball of magic and aimed it at her, which she dodged.

Your magic wasn't enough to hurt her. You needed to feel her blood on your skin.

You tackled her to the ground and straddled her stomach. You landed a few punches to her face before she managed to grab your wrists and stop you.

"I didn't want it to be her."

You fought in her hold. "Bullshit."

"And I didn't want it to be Nicky, either."

"Don't." You felt your heart breaking into a million pieces at the sound of his name.

The day Death took Nicholas was one of the worst. You cried and begged for her to bring him back—for your boy to come back. Agatha didn't beg, but she cried. You remember holding her in your arms, promising that it would be okay whilst Death stood over you, watching the heartbreak that she caused to happen.

"I never wanted to hurt you." She whispered. "None of you. I wanted you both to be happy."

"I hate you."

Uncontrollable tears fell down your cheeks and you gasped for air in between sobs. Rio brushed away a few tears with her thumb, smiling sadly.

That action broke you.

You wrapped your arms around Rio's neck and buried your face in the crook. She slipped her hands under your shirt and rubbed comforting circles.

"I hate you so much."

Rio hummed. She knew you did.

"She promised me that she would come home. She said that nothing bad would happen to her, but you k-killed her."

Your voice broke again. You couldn't believe those words were leaving your mouth.

"I know, baby."

You cried until you couldn't cry any longer and she held you in her arms the entire time. She kissed your face every time you expressed your hatred for her and she let you make her body bleed with your fingernails and teeth.

She wasn't going to leave. Not this time. She promised that once Agatha died, she would stay with you until your end. Even if you fought her, screamed, and hurt her. She would never leave.

And no matter how big your hatred for her was, her love for you was always 10x bigger.

[ynbabe]

bffs with the rookies- incorrect quotes 1!

Just a lil sum sum to show more abt the relationships in the AU

Y/N: A stake to the heart won't kill a vampire if their tits are big enough. Oscar: Yeah, you just catch it. Logan: Nah nah nah, deflects it. Stake? Just bounces right off. Done. Back to doing hot girl shit. Arthur: Then I just use a spear instead. Y/N: You are trying so hard to kill a vampire with big bazongas, and for what? Why would you do that to the ecosystem?

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Oscar: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?! Logan: Merry crisis. Arthur: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way. Y/N: Hoe hoe hoe. Oscar: Guys, please.

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Oscar: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Logan? Logan: Arthur, easily. Arthur, laughing: What the fuck, man. Logan: Well, Y/N would be too easy. She’d probably be into it. Y/N, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

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Logan: How do I ask someone out? Y/N: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two. Logan: No! Arthur: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car. Logan: Stop! Oscar: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream. Logan: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

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Y/N: Fight me! Arthur: Ha, look at your size! What are you gonna do, kick my ankle? *Later* Logan: Why is Arthur crying? Oscar: Y/N kicked him really hard on the ankle.

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Y/N, to Oscar: When was the last time you let someone hug you? Oscar: *thinking* Oscar: 2012. Arthur: 2012…? Oscar: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Logan out so I let him hug me.

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Lando: You know what? Lando: When I joined this friend group I thought you guys would be dealing with my bullshit. *Y/N, Arthur and Oscar continue screaming about mold water* Lando:Not the other way around. Logan: I dunno, sounds like you need to drink the mold water.

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Lando: Mice are having sex in my walls. Arthur: Tattletale! Logan: You're just being ungrateful. Y/N: It's their home too, you know. Oscar: So what? Don't slutshame them. Lando: The mice are fucking AND now I'm getting heckled.

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Oscar: Team A will consist of myself, Arthur, Lando, and Logan. Oscar: Team B will consist of Y/N, cause she scares me.

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How Lando and Y/n became friends:

Logan: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like- Logan, to Arthur: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual. Y/N, to Lando: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire. Oscar: There are two types of people.

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Charles: I’m not mad, I just need to know why you two had a fake ID. Arthur: *Incoherent mumbling* Charles: Huh? Y/n: …You need to be 18 to hold the puppies at PetCo.

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Charles (brainstorming ideas for pranking Max): How much could a serial killer mask possibly cost? Y/n: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful. Charles: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that? Y/n: …I am very passionate about Halloween, Charles.

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Y/n: I'm gonna eat the chicken breasts! Arthur, snickering: Yeah, eat what you lack. Y/n, deadpanning at Arthur Then maybe I should order brains on delivery for you.

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Arthur, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs? Charles: It means like in hand-to-hand combat. Arthur: Ohhhh- Y/n: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

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Logan: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart? Y/n For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am! Logan: Mean.

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Y/n: Dumbest scar stories, go! Oscar: I burned my tongue once drinking tea. Charles: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it. Logan: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade. Arthur: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn. Max: Max: I have emotional scars.

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When Max and Charles got spam called by Y/n and the group after their party:

Max: I CAN'T DO IT! Charles, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Max: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Lando: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Max: Max: I appreciate it, Max: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Charles: Max- Max: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Lando: Max we gotta- Max: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Max: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Max, motioning to Y/n, Oscar, Arthur and Logan: NOT FUCKING THIS

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Just Friends, Chapter One:

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (18+ ONLY, mutual pining, age gap (joel is 56, reader is 34), angst??, masturbation (m))

wc: 2k

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Joel feels weak when he sees you.

That’s the best word for it. Weak. A complete lack of control—of power. Logic and reason are nothing but incoherent mumbles in the background every time you’re in the same room as him, even worse when you look into his eyes and speak his name.

He hadn’t felt this sort of tug towards someone in years, and the unfamiliar sensation of needing to simply see you at least once a day in order to function properly was beginning to consume him. He didn’t know what to do to rid himself of this infatuation, avoiding you was impossible and so was getting closer thanks to that 30-something year old patrol ranger you called your boyfriend.

He watched the two of you together as though it was his job. He watched the way you seemed to keep him at an arm’s length when the two of you were out together, always sandwiching yourself between your friends rather than beside the man you were supposed to love.

He couldn’t help but wonder what the two of you were like in private.

It couldn’t be a very passionate affair, that much he knew. Real passion wasn’t so easily concealed. It was consuming, drawing you like a magnet to your partner, burrowing beneath your skin, creating an itch to be near them—to be touching them. It couldn’t be an affair of passion.

Just now, he’s sat in his usual seat in the corner of the bar, his back pressing to the padded walls of the booth, his hand holding a crystal glass filled with whiskey, his brows drawn together, his eyes locked on the back of your head as you ordered a drink, your friend next to you. Joel wants to stand up, walk over, and offer to buy your drink right in front of him just to see the look on your face.

Would you tell him to fuck off? Or would you say yes?

The laugh you let out in response to something your boyfriend whispers into your ear stops Joel from finding out.

“God, I need a drink,” Ellie sighs as she emerges from nowhere, her backpack being shrugged onto the floor as she sits down across from Joel.

“Tough day learnin’ your ABC’s?” he quips, his tone still flat from the war jealousy was waging inside of his head.

“Ha-ha,” she replies, just as dry. She knocks her knuckles on the wooden table as she watches his eyes drift back to you, now seated at a table just five or so feet away from him—too close for his comfort. Downing his drink, he shifts his eyes back to Ellie in time to catch her chuckling at him.

“What?” he asks, tilting his head at her as though he were begging her not to read him as easily as she does.

“Nothing,” she shakes her head and laughs again before reaching over the table to swig the finger of whiskey left inside Joel’s glass.

“Hey,” he calls as he catches her mid sip, stealing the glass back. “They got rules about kids drinkin’, you know that. You itchin’ for another lecture from Maria about followin’ the rules?”

“No,” she replies. “It’s a bullshit rule anyway.”

“No, it ain’t,” he sighs as your laughter fills the room again, his chest panging causing him to physically wince. “I’m ready to go home. You comin’ or you stayin’?”

“Staying,” she says, grabbing her backpack and setting it on the table. “Have homework to finish and your sad country music being blared through the house isn’t going to help keep me focused.”

“Don’t disrespect my sad country music,” he warned playfully as he stood up with a grunt, finishing the little whiskey left in his glass in one gulp. “I’ll see ya back at home by curfew.”

“About that…” Ellie looked up at Joel with a hopeful smile. “Dina invited me over to spend the night—“

“Dina can spend the night at ours,” he argued, that protective streak of his making it’s usual appearance.

“Dina and I don’t wanna watch you drink and sing along to George Jones, dude,” she replied, frowning up at him until he broke.

“Fine. But you’re back in time for breakfast tomorrow.” Ellie grinned as she nodded at him, his eyes rolling and a chuckle escaping his chest. “Spoiled.”

As Joel starts to make his exit, he stops at the bar to deliver his empty glass and pay off his bill. That’s where you find him.

“Hey,” you start, hoping to conceal your deeply hidden crush on the older man with friendliness. Joel’s head turns to you so quickly you swear you hear his neck crack, his unreadable eyes locking on yours as though you were some sort of apparition he was almost certain wasn’t actually there. “I just wanted to come over. Say hi.”

“Hi,” he replies, choked and unprepared. Clearing his throat, he tips his head towards your table. “I saw you were with your friends, otherwise I would’a came over and said somethin’.”

“You can always come over and say something,” you assure, fighting the urge to bat your eyes at him as you give him a smile. The man whose coat you’re wearing lingers in the back of your mind as you stare at the man you’ve wanted since he arrived.

“How’s the new fence treatin’ ya?” he asks, a smile creeping onto his face as he leans a shoulder onto the bar and faces you. You think back to the weekend he spent building your white picket fence last month, free of charge. The way his arms looked in a t-shirt as he sawed away at the wood still makes you dizzy.

“Well, it’s still upright so…you must’ve done a good enough job on it,” you offer with a smirk, earning the slightest of chuckles. You always wondered why everyone seemed to think he didn’t have a sense of humor, he seemed to find you funny enough. “I, uh, also came over to invite you over to my place tomorrow evening.”

You watch as Joel’s brow lifts with interest.

“Oh yeah? You throwin’ a party or somethin’?” he asks.

“My birthday,” you shrug. “Figured I’ve gone twenty years without celebrating it, might as well.”

“That’s what this place is supposed to be about,” he says. “Doin’ normal things again.”

“Exactly,” you smile, ignoring the butterflies that flutter in your stomach when he mimicks it. “So, can I count you in?”

“Long as you got somethin’ to drink.” You laugh and nod in reassurance. “Well, I’m in, then.”

“Alright, I’ll let you escape before someone else comes up and tries to talk to you,” you offer, reaching your hand over to touch his arm. Joel looks down at the contact before meeting your eyes again, something unreadable lingering in his dark irises that makes you flustered enough to pull your hand away. “I’ll see you.”

“See ya,” he replies, quiet as he taps the counter with his knuckles before turning and walking off. Your eyes couldn’t help but lower to his fist as it hung by his side, clenching and unclenching. With a subtle but deep breath, you turn around and walk back to your table—back to your boyfriend and all of his perfection that bores you beyond belief.

“Why did you go up to him?” Josie, a friend of yours, asks as you return to your spot at the table and reach for your beer to wash down the lingering desire.

“I invited him to my party,” you replied, shrugging as you gave her a confused look. “What?”

“Babe,” your boyfriend, Will, chuckles. “He’s…old.”

“And an ass,” Josie adds. You roll your eyes at them, knowing that neither of them ever had a real conversation with Joel, making their opinion of him mute. “Did he say yes?”

“Yes,” you chuckle, amused by the shock on their faces. “We’re friends!”

“Since when?” Josie asks with a hearty laugh.

“Since always,” you reply with a shrug before continuing, “I helped show him around when he got here since I’m right across the street.” Josie looks to Will and then Will looks to you, a look of amused confusion on his handsome face. “He’s a nice guy when you get to know him.”

“Maybe, but he’s also old enough to be our father,” Will argues. You roll your eyes at the reality of the age gap between you and your secret crush, twenty-two years to be exact.

“There are only so many people our age in Jackson, honey,” you say, irritation thick in your tone. “And besides, just because he’s older means I shouldn’t be friendly to him? We’re just gonna start shunning every person in Jackson above what, fifty?”

“You know what,” Will starts, reaching his hand over to rub your back, his warm touch only making you feel colder. “You’re right. We’ll be friendly to him too. Okay?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, lifting your beer up to your lips, wishing more than anything that the man touching you was someone else.

Joel’s in bed, his drunk thoughts centering around you. Around the way you smiled up at him as though you had no clue that his heart was beating out of his chest. Maybe you didn’t, but how could you not notice his sweaty palms, the nervous twitch of his lips when you forced a smile onto his face?

He was sure he was going to lose it completely when your hand came to rest on his arm. He wanted to run and at the same time wanted to get closer, to feel you too. But, the falter in your smile once his eyes met yours and your hand leaving his arm so abruptly it hurt grounded him back to reality. The one in which you were a taken woman and he was a man twenty years older.

It makes him feel sick when he tries not to think about you, so he doesn’t bother as he reaches his hand over his briefs and grips his swelling girth in an attempt to soothe the throbbing ache there. He grunts as he strokes himself through the fabric, just enough to build himself up slowly.

He thinks of you. He thinks of that weekend he built your fence. He thinks about the way you looked in the sun, the green grass beneath you as you sat out on the lawn and kept him company. He thinks about your legs, bare in the summer heat, your denim shorts cut short enough to make him turn red when you rolled over to lay on your stomach.

As he rubbed his thumb over the now weeping head of his cock, he imagined what it would be like to take those shorts off of you. To lay claim to what lies underneath. He moans as he imagines the sounds he’d pull from you.

Pulling his briefs down enough that his cock was springing free, he licks his hand and grips himself at the base, another choked moan slipping free as his fist glides up and then down again, over and over.

He wonders what you’re like in bed, how you like it, if you’d let him take control or demand it for yourself. It didn’t really matter, he remembers, not when he’d never have the chance of finding out.

When he cums, he groans, his fist stroking up and down, gathering his spend to help ease the glide of his hand until he’s finally had his fill. With a sigh, he lets his head fall back against his pillow, his eyes on the ceiling fan spinning above him.

“Get a fuckin’ grip,” he curses himself.

It doesn’t work.

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༺ ♱✮♱ ¨:·Something Stupid- Chapter 1·:¨ ♱✮♱ ༻

A/N- Hey everyone! I hope you guys are doing well. This story is a longer series of Lucifer Morningstar x reader where you’re Adam’s third wife. This story will have roughly 10 official chapters, but there will be shorter fillers which will be labelled as [previous chapter number].5. 

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As you use your wings to sweep down to the sultry streets of Hell, you frantically look around for any stray troops, for them to tell you everything. Anything. 

“Where is this gods be darned hotel,” You think to yourself, along with other incoherent and unfinished thoughts.

But it all connects back to one hanging thought in the back of your mind.

Heaven is a Lie.

What happened to all that “Killing is bad” and “Murder is sin” bullshit that they preached?

This is a genocide. 

All of these demons, from young to old, didn’t do anything wrong, (well atleast, not in this moment)

Is it that hard for Adam to see? 

He’s been feeding you these utter lies this entire time? This news was a bombshell on you at the meeting when that lovely young girl, Charlie was pitching her idea.

Speaking of bombs, a piercing and explosive sound emits from the other side of the city.

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As you traverse the debris of the crumbling city, you spot two familiar faces amongst the face of fire.

One of which that you despised ever since that meeting.

Lute.

The other had her back faced towards the lieutenant. Her horns protruded from her scalp and her long blonde hair billowing in the breeze, unaware that Lute was about to strike. 

“LUTE, NO!” You put yourself in the face of the Angelic weapon, your wings disarming the troop general to avoid her striking down Charlie.

“Y/N? What in the actual living fuck are you doing here?” 

“I should be the one asking the questions here,” You point an accusing finger into the general’s chest. 

“Where’s Adam? I need to have a serious discussion with him. If you see any other troops, tell them to stand down,” 

“You’re not my bos-”

“I said. Stand. The. Fuck. Down. NOW!” You stare Lute down, and she glares at you back. 

She doesn’t say anything, but you could see her biting her tongue.

You turn to Charlie.

“Charlie, come on, we gotta go!”

“But, I- I don’t understand, why are you he-”

“Just trust me on this one okay? Go and make sure no one is in imminent danger. I will handle my husband myself,”

The Princess looks up at you, eyes flooded with admiration, trust, and hope as you soar back into action.

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You swoop in and out of  shattered buildings in fruitless attempts to find Adam amidst the screams and battle cries of both Angels and Demons.

“Adam? ADAM?!” You screech into the crimson sultry sky. 

Another explosive pierces through the sky from not far where you were barely a minute ago.

“Ugh, Lute I swear,” You mutter under your breath and your attention is quickly turned to two shadows attacking each other. You look overhead and see two figures; one of them is adorned with a priest’s garments (obviously, Adam), and the other… well…

Does not have a definable shape whatsoever. 

One moment, it has taken the form of a bird, and the next it has the figure of a snake.

One thing never changed though, a sporting white top hat stayed gracefully on his head in each form.

This ever changing specimen seems to be teasing your partner. 

“Adam? Haven’t seen ya since Eden,” He maneuvered between all of Adam’s punches.

“Gotta say, it really seems like you’ve let yourself go,”

Adam scoffs. 

“You, Lucifer, judging me? You’re the most hated being in all of gods be damned creation!”

Ah, that makes much more sense now.

The shape-shifting demon, finally setting on a figure, with a smirk, almost nonchalant expression on his face.

Dodging the First Man’s bolts of angelic power, Lucifer still doesn’t relent with the tomfoolery.

“Well, your first wife didn’t seem to hate what I had to offer,” He places his index and middle gloved digits between his lips and drags them downwards, his snake tongue between them.

Ooof, that’s gotta hurt.

Well it definitely did. On Lucifer’s end that is for sure. One of Adam’s blows finally managed to hit him, knocking him backwards, and inadvertently knocking you out of your trance.

Fuck, you were supposed to be stopping this.

“ADAM!” Your husband turns to face you, looking from the ground, dumbfounded.

“Y/n?! What the actual fuck are you doing down here?”

“Why is everyone asking me that?!” You draw in a breath, irritated.

Just get to the point.

“Tell your little army to stop. Playtime’s over,”

Adam descends down to you, with disagreement written all over his face.

“Nah,” He smirks.

“What the FUCK do you mean ‘Nah?’ What are you, 10?” 

“Yeah, 10 inches deep in you,” 

Your face distorts into a one of disdain. Marrying is probably one of the worst decisions you made.

“You don’t need to make this any harder than it needs to be,” Then it clicked. An utterly vile, but devious idea struck your mind.

“Dear Adam,” you hum, layering on the most seductive voice you can. Both Adam and Lucifer look at you, both confused at your quick change of tone.

Well this is going to be the most embarrassing 30 seconds of your life.

Alas, you carry yourself with a more fluid demeanor, as his eyes follow you. Though as stupid as he is, he isn’t going to fall for your tricks that easily.

You snuggle up to him, your hand gently caressing his upper thigh, reaching right where the source of all manhood was. Stroking not only his dick, but his ego as well, which you were really going for.

You whisper in his ear. 

“Come back home darling~ you need some time to rest, hm?” You let your fingers circle around his tip. “I’ve been waiting for you for a while now~”

He smirks. Bingo. 

“Fine, but I’ll be waiting for you at home, love,” He says with a wild grin.

“Lovely,” you say through smiling teeth.

Though behind that smile, there is absolutely nothing worthy of mentioning.

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“Well, I sincerely apologise for my husband’s behaviour. Honestly, I would have stopped him sooner if I found out,” You bow to the group of demons.

Utter despair is written on the entire group’s faces. 

“What’s the matter? I know your hotel has been blown to bits, but at least everyone here is safe,” your tone is uncertain.

“Right?”

Charlie is the first to pipe up to speak.

“Sir, Pentious- he-,” Her voice cracks.

“Oh honey,” you turn to try and comfort her with your wings, though abruptly interrupted by a threatening cough from Lucifer, who was behind you.

You want to comfort the Princess of Hell, but you decide against it and turn to face the group. 

“I just want to say, before leaving, that I am on your side. I know Heaven is the real enemy and I will try to aid in any possible way, though right now I have to be going,” You look at each demon in turn, Lucifer for last, as he gives you a once over, as though you’ve intrigued him in some way.

“Well, erh, farewell. For now?” You give Charlie a tentative squeeze on the arm, and give Vaggie an acknowledging nod, which was returned.

As you spread your wings and soar back to heaven, you come to the realisation of what you’re gonna have to do when you get home.

Or rather, who…

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[supermaks]

I think this a good time as any to share what I think H0rners big brain been cooking for some time, especially after the Spa fiasco wid Danny ric and allegedly big sponsors having to step in to save Checos seat ((Im skeptical of those reports but they not really the point, Checo bringing Liberty, and rbr, a lot of money from very intense LATAM pockets never been a secret, and it does matter in the cost cap era, its just how things are. Plus replacing Checo not something that keeps Horner up at night believe it or not, and that's where my word vomit comes in)).

I been sitting wid this 1 for some time, but mind u its all speculation on my part and mostly incoherent because my brain is completely fried these days. But stay wid me 😭😭. Adrian Newey leaving-- not just because of how it was announced, the way it was dealt wid internally, the shit he's been saying to press now ((he's tired and needs a break but been shopping around for teams like he's bored on hinge)) -- was , imo, more of a statement of distrust. In the rbr project, but mainly in Horner. He no longer believes Horners ability to succeed, he prolly already knew the rb20 as an evolution of the rb19 had its set of obvious limitations when it came to suspension once the field closed up, he knew they were headed down a difficult type of season, he took a step back, he saw the cracks begin to delve deeper and deeper into nastiness between the Verstappen camp and Horner, he saw Horner refuse to take accountability while Max very pointedly and UNLIKE all the other red bull drivers refused to express his unconditional support for Horner. Quite the opposite, Verstappen began making threats. Centering the importance of the car ((!!!)) and a stable environment, not Horners innocence or lack thereof. He doesn't care about that, as long as hes got the people and the car to work wid. Keep that in mind.

But back to the Newey divorce . Adrians one of the most important figures in motorsport period, he knew he had better options, perhaps some financial motivations, why not, he said thank you, I don't trust you anymore, goodbye. So here falls a core, original pillar of Milton Keynes, arguably one of the most successful aerodynamicists of all time. 1 of Red Bulls bishop, gone. Still, they rallied behind Wache, they said Adrian hadn't been part of development for some time, their factory remains strong, they can fill in the gaps, rbr is STABLE, sure sure sure.

Imola, Canada, Spain. We all hold hands wid Max and play pretend for a lil bit. Verstappen factor and all that bullshit. But for some reason, Max delivers the same conclusion every post race presser. This car is falling behind. We are starting to struggle. The sim data and the on track data don't correlate. This car is not gonna win constructors. Idk how the fuck its even the WDC. CHECO of course appears to be driving for my cousin's bumper cars themed birthday party so we can all point and laugh and marvel at how a driver known for his experience and who's won races and gotten poles to suddenly drop to fucking p6 in the standings. Surely this is the worst driver of all time. Surely.

Austria. Rbr pit stops, already looking kinda iffy since the beginning of the season, hit a new low. Lando, wid a single good overtake, wins the race, effectively beating Max on track. Max didn't let him. And he came out of it with a points advantage too, because he made a choice regarding his driving and how he wud defend his position. In a better car, that's never a choice he has to make. But the car isn't on par wid Mclaren. Rbr factory development has, quite clearly, stalled. Upgrade packages go backwards.

Hungary. Yeah. Everything is stable and the car was good and Max was beyond delighted of course.

So, that's stable environment gone, competitive car gone, and now off goes Wheatley to fulfill his tp destiny. Somebody , who, once upon a time, was rightly identified as the guy who wud replace Christian Horner due to the severity of the allegations made against him. Yeah, remember when Horner shud have fucking been fired? But Horner stayed, Newey left, and Wheatley left. To disconnect these events is, imo, a lil bit insane. Wid Wheatley gone, that's red bulls bishop n2 fallen. I think its fairly reasonable to assume somebody wid 2 cats in Monaco is straight up not having a good time anymore.

So, where do Checo and Danny ric and that fucking seat come in. They're all part of this dance, but I think in a way that's been fairly misinterpreted. See for a long time now, prolly since he signed Danny ric to do tiktoks, even before Vcarb became a thing, Horner has not been looking for a replacement for Checo. He's been looking for a replacement for Max. Ik, again, this is me letting the voices take over. Lemme say some unhinged shit before u call the cops. Max is an impossible teammate. U cant match Max on pace over an entire season, u cant prioritize a driver over Max when it comes to development, u cant tailor a car to somebody like Checo ((which , because Im so fucking money on this, is what Horner has just claimed he's gonna start doing post Spa)) and not Max, because, simply put, the car will be slower. Max can drive faster cars, he can deliver the poles, he can give rbr a fighting chance, he's been doing that shit, wid more or less success, all season, most of his fucking career actually. Now, who do y'all know who also qualifies very well, likes a pointy car wid a shit ton of oversteer and recently been caught discussing rb20 failings wid Verstappen himself. Danny ric. And Danny ric, like Checo, is very much in the Horner camp side of things. Danny ric, rn, comes wid bonuses of loyalty and trust and maybe a lil chip on his shoulder that Verstappen quite simply does not have, or cares to have because that brother is trying to get his fourth championship, not survive f1. Danny ric comes as a success story for red Bull amidst very trying times for the brand, the silver son who bent the knee and came home to warm hugs and big smiles after nearly getting fucking taken out back in a farm by Zak brown. U put that brother next to Checo or Lawson or whoever u also have the bonus of not having one of the best drivers of all time absolutely refuse to finish behind them, which can be a lil bit annoying if the car is shit too.

Horner is a stingy, extremely egocentric asshole, who prolly shudve been fired a long time ago, and he's not the team principal I thought he was. Horner's strength as a tp came from standing on business for his WDC once the going gets hard. He's doing none of that this season, at least not for Max. He's just a man, and at the end of the day, he's got the pride and insecurity of one, too. If he thought Newey was expendable, well sure u already have a bald man in the team who gives a fuck ((????)), if he thinks Wheatley is expendable, that's pointing towards a more personal type of dutch centric trend, because if he thinks MAX is expendable ... if this 2023 Merc stinking ass fucking season is headed the way I think its headed baby. I wish him good luck .

[cherriiiepiee]

“Why won’t you choose me?”

john marston x f!reader

summary !!!! — you’re johns side chick but you’re getting pretty tired of it so you tell john u or abi.. unfortunately he won’t leave his wife for you.

warnings !: smut at the first part (not rlly smut srryyyy) mostly just angst, johns gets drunk for a lil lol and a stinky cheater lol……. I think thatst it !!! ^_^ enjoyyy 😴😴

i feel so bad for abi in this :c i love her smm ill make her smth soon !!

this is kinda short so i do apologize !! i don’t have time to make it longer :((

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"Thank you, sweetheart. I needed this." John pressed his forehead against yours, the glimmer of sweat and the lingering scent of cigarette smoke filling your nostrils. Cupping your hips with his calloused hands, sliding his length out of your throbbing hole. You let out a whiny moan at the loss feeling of him inside of you.

"I know — I know, I’ll see you later?" John responded, you sighed softly. John was attempting to urge you to leave his tent quickly due to the rising tension within him. Johns heart was racing at the thought of his wife, Abigail, approaching his tent and finding you half naked in Johns tent as his cum rested on your chest. He personally never cared for aftercare, not with you. You were just something to get his stress out. John quickly grabbed a rag and began rubbing off the mess off of you, burying the rag deep in his pocket, making a mental note to throw it away later.

"John.. I, er — can we talk about this? I don’t —" Your sentence was cut short by John's abrupt intervention, as he hastily shoved you out of the tent. Without giving you a chance to speak, John rushed around, frantically tidying up the cot, completely ignoring your presence.

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Another heated argument erupted between John and Abigail, yet this one was worse for the both of you. Abigail was growing more suspicious with each passing moment, she began questioning the mysterious marks resting on John's neck. The outlaw was at a loss for words, utterly incapable of formulating a believable lie.

“It’s nothin’ Abigail.. just — quit it,” John attempted to pacify Abigail with a gentle rub of her shoulders, his free hand attempting to conceal most of the marks on his neck from her view by making his jacket cover most. She was unwilling to listen to those lies, growing tired of his bullshit and storming off. Johns hands slapped on his face, sighing frustratedly.

John could feel your gaze drilling into his skull, even after he strolled away into his tent. His temper had reached its limit, the pressure of his situation piling up on him as he responded in his usual brash manner. "What? I ain’t in the mood to deal with you either," he scoffed, spinning on his heel and storming off. A shiny bottle was held tightly in his hand, the contents inside indicating his desire for a brief escape from reality.

You never understood Johns relationship with Abigail. Nobody did. Not even John himself.

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"I'm getting real sick of that attitude," you huffed, hovering above John as he lay flat on his back on the ground. He laughed drunkenly, his words barely intelligible as the alcohol took over his mind. "Why does it matter to you?" John laughed out a response, his words slurred and his speech already incoherent.

"Abigail or me." You firmly demanded, clearly frustrated by John's attitude. The outlaw's drunken wheezing laughter suddenly came to a halt, his sudden shift in expression making it clear he was getting angry. He propped himself up, his voice still slurred. "Are you serious..?" he uttered, his voice growing increasingly furious as he stared you down, his gaze burning into you.

John responded immediately, the words falling from his tongue without a second thought. "I'm not leaving my wife." He spoke through clenched teeth, taking a swig out of his beer before tossing the remainder onto the ground. The bottle broke into numerous shards on the ground, the sharp noise reverberating all throughout the encampment. You listened to him with a sinking heart, but a deep part of you knew his words to be true. You had dared to dream, wanting to believe that he would choose you, oh, how wrong you were.

"You don't love me?" You asked, your voice full of a deep sense of heartbreak and longing. John kept silent, refusing to answer your question, which gave you a clear hint at how he felt. He eventually muttered out a half-hearted "Sorry." before stumbling away, turning his back to you as you remained speechless, your eyes already filled with tears.

—

Everything has become different, John's behavior in contrast to his previous behavior indicating that something had fundamentally shifted in his attitude. He refused to even glance at you, never acknowledging your existence as he put all of his attention towards his wife. The attention he gave her was all the affection and care you'd desired, the sweet love and affection you yearned for. You could no longer help but feel the sting of jealously in your heart, envious of Abigail's privileged position and wishing you could be in her shoes.

You went to sit beside him, offering a small smile in a futile attempt at garnering his attention. However, he simply stood up and walked away, heading towards his shared tent with Abigail and leaving you in the chilly air alone once again. His indifference towards you only served to deepen your sadness, the tears filling up once more as the painful realization set in.

Why would you even think he would choose you?

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 7 18+

pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Slow steps, baby steps.

warnings/notes; this chapter contains a HEAVY topic of grooming :( I hope people actually read my warnings, especially this one. I advise you read something else if you're uncomfortable with this type of topic. Miguel needs to be slapped silly for his eyes to open up fr. Manaia's supportive friends trynna help 😞 SLOW FUCKING BURN MY GGGGGGGGGGGGGG

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Miguel had arrived home two hours later than usual. He saw no reason to rush anyway. His silent walk in the rain with a small umbrella in his hand made him reminisce about the time he had spent with Manaia earlier. Her sweet perfume lingered, intruding on Miguel's sense of smell. His much taller form had no personal armrest to joke around with or tease. Instead, he walked home with his hand in his pocket wrapped around his phone, waiting, itching for a call from her. Then he realized that throughout their friendship, he had never given her his phone number.

Entering his dark room, he threw his bag onto the floor and immediately plunged onto his bed, not bothering to close his door. His back muscles ached. His legs ached. His head ached. His everything was just in pure pain. But he made sure to endure the walk and take no form of transportation. He knew his aching body was nothing compared to how Manaia had felt. Miguel knew his words were a bullet to the heart, but he found himself pulling the trigger.

"Hun, are you okay?" His mother waited at the door after knocking softly on his bedroom door. He mumbled a soft yes while his face was planted against his pillow.

"I'm going to make dinner soon, want to help me?" She asked politely, now leaning against his doorframe with her arms crossed against her chest. Miguel let out another incoherent mumble to which she rolled her eyes. Miguel knew his mother, and his mother knew Miguel. She wasn't dumb. "My sweet child, what's wrong?"

Now sitting up with his back against his bed frame, he ran a hand through his hair. He knew there was no getting out of this, so he saw no point in lying either. "Nothing, mama. Just school biting me in the ass," he bullshits anyway.

"Right. My brainy son who does nothing but study every day is stressed over.. school?" She skeptically asked.

Miguel raises his eyebrows as confirmation while his lips form a straight, "Yeah, basically."

"Miguel, I birthed you. I'm sure I'd know when you're lying."

"Mama, I'm not lying."

His mother walks closer to him in a swift motion. He watches as his mother's knee reaches up, her hand taking off one of her sandals.

"Wait! Okay- okay, I'm sorry."

She gives him a stern look, "Then tell me what you're all sooky about."

Miguel sighs and contemplates, "It's just this girl I've been talking with."

"The girl you've been gushing over the past few years? You finally... you know?" She eggs him on.

His silence was made up for with a nod. "We've gone farther than what we should have, and I regret it."

A harsh slap on his thigh made him cry out, "You got her pregnant!?"

"What? Mama, no!" he grunts, holding his hand out, "We just became friends just like you advised me to!"

His mother moves back, her shoe on the floor as her hands grip her hips. Shaking her head as she sighs, "Okay good, at least you know what not to do."

"I'd never do that, mama. You've taught me better."

"Then what are you sulking about? Befriending that girl was something you wanted, right?"

Miguel nods.

"Then what is the problem? You invited her like I asked? She said no?"

"I mean I told her about coming over..." he trails off, another slap on his thigh, "Ow! Mama!"

"Oh, you are such a fool," She pinches the bridge of her nose, "Miguel, telling someone and inviting someone over are two different things! What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking," he lowers his head.

"Yeah, clearly," she sighs.

She shifts closer to her beloved son, cradling his head in her warm arms. "For a top student like yourself, you can be a big idiot," she jokes. "If you find yourself around her again, maybe try to invite her properly."

"Well, I think it would be awkward to, if I'm being honest with you, mama."

"Why is that?" Slightly wrinkly fingers cup his face.

He explains everything that had happened hours prior. From when they had walked together, to the bus ride, and to the very awkward interruption from her younger brother at the front of her house.

His mother tries to understand, truthfully she was but the attempt of wrapping her mind around what her son did and didn't do wasn't clicking. For all the years that had passed since he met the said girl, he wouldn't shut the fuck up. "So, you don't feel anything for her?"

Miguel shakes his head.

"At all? Feelings are completely platonic?"

He shakes his head again.

"You're too in denial," she gives up, slapping his head before walking out of his bedroom.

"What do you mean?" he calls out, rubbing his head and fixing the messed-up strands.

"Figure it out, now get up and help me make dinner!"

Miguel had finally found comfort in his pillows and thick blanket, scrolling on his phone until his friends texted him on their usual group chat. He continued to read their chat, guilt eating him alive from earlier. The thought of Manaia feeling upset had clouded his mind. What would they do if they found out? They weren't the type to be angry when Manaia was upset; they were more likely to comfort her than to react with rage. Miguel took his time to come clean to them.

mahi_sniffer: guys i cut my hair 😓 its looks so fucking bad

[ mahi_sniffer has sent a photo to pussy eatersssss ]

bololicker: tf cunt why is it so shit

bololicker: HAHAHA

aluaigioukae: WHAT IN THE TRASH

bololicker: good luck trying w the beckis now

aluaigioukae: you cut your hair cos of ur nits? 😹

mahi_sniffer: got sick of ur dad pulling on it when he hits it from the back

bololicker: oh hell nah

Everyone had stopped typing, probably gone off to do something else, unlike Miguel, who observed his still screen with a racing heart. "No one's here, I should say it now," Miguel thought. He typed swiftly, then hesitated to hit send. "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it-"

M.Ohara_99: I fucked up

Long pressing on his message to unsend, he sees Kiuga typing. There was no pussying out now.

aluaigioukae: were you the one who cut siones hair? bcos you did more than fuck up

bololicker: HI MIGUELLL

[ M.Ohara_99: I fucked up ]

mahi_sniffer has replied to M.Ohara_99's message !

mahi_sniffer: wat happened daddy 😢 yo mama not single anymore?

M.Ohara_99: I think I upset Manaia today.

aluaigioukae: cmon now dawg 😞 whats the happs w you two now

mahi_sniffer: lich uh relly

bololicker: was this today??

M.Ohara_99: I mean to keep it short, she just asked if we'd be more that what we are.

mahi_sniffer: uh huhh and then you said yes and made out??

M.Ohara_99: I said we'd just always be friends

aluaigioukae: WHAT

bololicker: fucks sake bruh 😭

aluaigioukae: thats fking crazyyyyy

bololicker: always cockblocking urself smh

M.Ohara_99: I understand, I truly didn't mean it. I just thought we'd always be friends. I saw no reason to lie since I've wanted to become closer to her, just not as close as she was hinting at.

[ mahi_sniffer has sent a voice message to pussy eatersssss ! ]

He groans as he sees Sione sending a voice message. Sione only sends those when he is truly upset with what his friends have done. More disappointed than upset. Now, he truly knows how dumb he was with what he said to the poor girl. Tapping on the play button, he turns his volume down as Sione's voice echoes throughout his room.

"ARE YOU DUMB? Its like if you- like if you just went ahead and like- I CANT EVEN THINK OF AN EXAMPLE BECAUSE OF HOW DUMB THAT MOVE WAS-" the audio recorder cuts off. He sees Sione typing.

mahi_sniffer: now shes gonna call me sooking over it smh

aluaigioukae: i give it 10 minutes before she calls you

bololicker: i say 5

aluaigioukae: no one asked u

mahi_sniffer: yeah well both of you are wrong cos shes calling me now 🥲 i'll brb

aluaigioukae: tell her i say hi at least

bololicker: so you're fine with just being friends w naia??

M.Ohara_99: I guess yeah

aluaigioukae: soooo you dont have feelings for her

M.Ohara_99: I guess I sort of do have feelings for he

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aluaigioukae: "ermm i think i do 🥺" BOI WHY R U SO IN DENIAL FOR GODDAMN

M.Ohara_99: When she asked if we were to be more than what we already were, I hesitated to be upfront

aluaigioukae: upfront about what exactly

M.Ohara_99: how i feel about her, i just didnt want my real answer to overwhelm

bololicker: U IDIOT IF SHE ASKED YOU THAT QUESTION, IM SURE SHE WOULD'VE BEEN FINE AND JUMPED ON UR ASS

aluaigioukae: OKAY SO, what im getting from this is that you dont have feelings for manaia, BUT you didnt want to be honest with her and told her you'd js be friends for like forever?? SO SAYING YOU DIDNT WANNA BE HONEST BASED ON WHAT YOUVE ALREADY SAID TO HER MEANS YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR HER???

M.Ohara_99: no?

alugioukae: miguel 😿

alugioukae: if you saw manaia hanging around another guy the same way shes been hanging around you, how would you feel?

aluaigioukae: more importantly, if it was seth?

Miguel takes a pause to reread the small bubbled text. A new scenario is created in his mind. A larger hand intertwined with Manaia's, the girl and boy are seen walking down as they smile at each other adoringly. Another scenario erupts, a comforting hand is glued to her back as the pair walk together, her soft hand pulling him closer to her body. He shakes his head and scoffs.

M.Ohara_99: I would feel nothing

bololicker: im not even going to try ur too emotional constipated

bololicker: good fucking night 😭

M.Ohara_99: I apologise

aluaigioukae: apologise to ur missus man 😖

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All you have to do is be quiet. You can do that, right?" A calloused hand ran through the soft curls of the girl who sat on his lap. "You're such a beautiful girl, you know that?" An arm wrapped around the small girl's stomach to keep her in place. "Pretty girls like you are good listeners. Are you a pretty girl?"

The girl whined, her tiny hands wanting to free herself. "I want to see my mum!" her small voice pleaded.

"Shh, shh, you'll see her soon," the dark voice croaked and cooed. The poor girl could only pout and let the tears that awaited in her eyes flow. "Go ahead and cry, little girl. You look even more breathtaking. Do you think you're a pretty girl?" the rough voice asked. The girl nodded her head obediently. His head leaned down to get a strong whiff of the girl's neck, the scent of strong liquor filling her young nose. He grinned after moving back and left a small kiss on her collarbone. She shivered uncomfortably in his lap.

"Manaia! Manaia! Liam, is Manaia with you!? I brought dinner!" another voice from outside the room called out.

The older man, known as Liam, grabbed the girl by her cheeks, squishing them tightly. "Remember, between us, beautiful girl?" Tears streaked down her face. Nonetheless, the poor girl nodded her head obediently.

Unbeknownst to the older male, the slight crack in the door was wide enough for someone to peek in.

"Manaia!"

"Manaia!"

"Manaia!

...

"Manaia!"

"Hm!" the said girl pops her head up from her table, eyes red and strained, sweat running down her forehead.

"Wake up, stupid. The bell just went."

"Oh," she continues to rubs her eyes, stretching as her bones crack satisfyingly, "M'up, m'up." Resting her head in her hands, she takes deep, slow breaths before looking up.

Manaia looks around her, she had slept in class for the thousandth time the past two weeks. The classroom was empty with the lights turned off, leaving only herself and Sione. He stood in front of her desk, her bag already on his back along with his, "C'mon, it's first break, you can find a table when we get to the library."

Judging by her silence and huffed breathing, Sione tilts his head knowingly, "Same shit dream?"

She looks away embarrassed. Sione gives a sympathetic hum, "I know how you feel, Nai. You know I'm always here for you. But we have to go before the next class starts, okay?"

An arm was draped around Manaia's shoulders for comfort, her head laid against his side. They walked mindlessly, unbothered by the loud shouts and arguments by the other students they walked by.

Sione extends his hand out to open the library door for the exhausted girl. Manaia is quick to get herself settled down to claim her place at a table. She shut her eyes promptly with the intent to drift back asleep. Along with her weekends, she was having restless weekdays. Adding more hours to her miserable job had made her physically and socially exhausted. But she didn't feel like she could express her complaints and disagreements with a mother like hers.

The lack of money in her family had become a problem as of recently, due to someone's alcoholic problem, and the only girl who would voluntarily listen to anybody was the answer. Her mother informed Manaia that as an exchange for more shifts at her job, she would be able to spend more time out with her friends. She had the time, but not enough energy to do so. Loud, fuming customers along with impatient coworkers had drained her. She'd head home to sleep everything all off before getting up and getting ready for a job that only allowed her to return home three hours before school began.

"You hungry?" Sione's voice breaks Manaia out of her thinking, "I'll run to the canteen 'n get you something before you fall asleep," Sione takes off his jacket and places it on her shoulders. The AC's in the library were a blessing when they were actually needed, but for a cold day like this, Manaia shivered helplessly.

"S'fine, I'm just tired.."

"I'll buy you something at second lunch, then," he tries to bargain. She couldn't bite back as her eyes failed her, slumber had won over once again. Sitting next to her sleeping form, he sighs. Pulling her hair back that flared everywhere, he brushed back the frizzy parts that would bother her sleep.

Reaching into her bag, pulling out the blank pages of paper that were supposed to be full of the work she was assigned days ago. He gives her sleeping form another sympathetic look. He takes out all of her books and begins filling out what she had missed. Writing tips on the margin side of her book, brushing a hand through his hair in eagerness.

"Is she okay?"

Sione looks up and sees Miguel standing there with a worried expression.

"Jus' tired. Want to sit?" He offers.

Without a word, Miguel sits across the both of them, looking down at the paper covered table. "This is what you've been missing out on?"

"It's Naia's shit. I don't understand half of what the fuck is going on in these workbooks, but I know she'll need them later."

"Can I take a look?" Miguel asks.

Sione pushes over the books and papers over to Miguel's side before sighing, "If I can't understand that bullshit, this dumbass here won't either."

"I can fill out some things.. If you'll let me, that is," Miguel hesitates to bring the idea up. But sure enough, Sione agrees quickly.

"Fuck yes, Miguel, please," He cheers happily, his voice so low to not awake his friend that was asleep beside. "Come sit where I am, I'm going to buy her something before she wakes up-"

Already out of his seat and out the door, Miguel could barely make a complaint. He looks over to Manaia who slept peacefully. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. He gets up and sits next to her, carefully not to wake her up. Grabbing all her textbooks, he pushed one to the side to work on later, hitting Manaia in the arm. She jolts awake and Miguel curses in his head. Manaia blinks slowly, the light above her irritate her tired eyes.

She looks over to the side and sees Miguel. She grows embarrassed once again.

They hadn't spoken in what felt like weeks. Realistically, it only had been a few days. The last time they "spoke" - aside from Miguel's aggravating revelation - was last week when they bumped into each other in the hall. They shared an awkward glance before leaving to do what they tended. Though, one of them had turned around to admire the other walking away.

"Hi," Miguel is the first one to speak.

Manaia ponders, "Hi, Miguel.." she speaks softly, giving him a short smile before looking away.

"How are you?" he attempts to make small talk.

"V'been okay, you?"

"Great, fine, fantastic."

"Nice, nice."

They sat in silence, both their hands on the table. So close, close enough to touch each other. Their hands flat out.

Miguel's pinky irks closer to Manaia's. She sees this, but doesn't find herself backing away. Instead, she places her palm over his, now looking at him with a beaming chuckle. One that he missed hearing.

"You're awake! I got you.." Sione returns with a bunch of snacks he managed to buy, "Oh, fuck, sorry guys," he apologises at the interruption of their subtextual rekindling.

Manaia pulls her hand away, and Miguel's heart breaks.

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I wonder if you made backstories for the tadc employees or smh-

(I wanna know Gangle's :3)

I have some concepts and ideas in my mind but it's all very vague and I haven't written anything down so forgive me for any incoherent sentences or messy writting:

Pam:

Ever since she left for college she cut all contact with her family and "friends" (she calls them acquaintances/contacts) and put all of her attention in her studies. She graduated at the top of her class in computer sciences and got hired at C&A almost immediately. The moment she left college she noticed a sudden shift in her routine. She dedicated her entire life into her studies and grades and completely disregarded any social interactions, hobbies.... She excepted that when she got a job, all of her problems would've been solved but she found out that she was wrong. Her first few months at the company were okay to say the least but as time went by she felt more and more empty and depressed. Her lack of social skills and pride didn't help either and rejected all of her coworker's attempts to befriend her. So she spent her time either overworking herself, drinking or sleeping. She worked in that company for 5 whole years: Her sleep schedule was a mess, her salary wasn't exactly ideal and she started taking anti-depresants and a hunch of other stuff and Reggie's disappearance (or "temporary departure") took a toll on her. Not only because her boss decided to make her the head of her department but also because he was the only one who was still willing to talk to her. So now she was left with a bunch of deadlines and work and the only one who even looked at her and said hello every morning was now gone. Her life was shit, basically, so why not try again in a new life, a new world and with new memories?

Reggie:

Good ol' Reggie has been working in the company for 18 years now and he couldn't be happier. He had a decent childhood, a loving wife and a decent job that keeps the both of them stable! And a father-daughter relationship with Genevieve, so he couldn't be more happy with life! The only thing he wishes is that he could have more time to spend with his family and his hobbies (he keeps and collects cool bugs, obviously :) ) and that the company wasn't so strict with deadlines and such. He is the head of the programming department so he has a lot of work on his plate...but it's all for a good cause: the digital circus! In his eyes, it's a magical place that helps people to to distract themselves for a while and to have a little fun before they return to their normal lives! So you can imagine his excitement once his boss told him that they were going to let the staff be actual play testers! He was ECSTATIC! he spent YEARS fixing and refining the digital plains so of course he decided to be one of the first playtesters. Queenie was a little hesitant at first but he told her not to worry! He knew that the code was a little finicky at times but that's okay! He has Pam and the rest of the staff to take care of it if anything goes wrong, after all he wholeheartedly trusts them :) nothing could possibly go wrong right?

Jack:

Dear Jack....the C.E.O's son. He has been wandering around the company for a few years now, working in some low paying positions to earn a little pocket money from his parent. He's known as the office's little miscreant as he just goofs around all day and nobody can touch him or say anything cause if they do they're gonna get fired! Ain't that fun? But his luck runs out when even the C.E.O has had enough of his bullshit and offers him to take a little time off from his studies and work to go and be a beta testers for his folks vr experience. Ain't that idea fun? Just log in, fuck around and then come back for dinner, right?

Agatha:

Agatha, a hard working gal with lots of siblings to take care off. Her folks aren't around to help her so she takes care of em all throughout college until she gets the position in the robotics department! She goes up the ranks and even becomes the head of her department :). She mainly works with the headset design and with the new technology that the company has introduced. She has never seen anything like it: with it you can feel and hear your surroundings whilst hooked to the digital plains. So when she heard that they were offering people to beta test the digital world she couldn't help but to want to experience all of those things herself! She does wonder why they have to have her sign a contract but she trusts the company. She has been with them for some time now and the staff and boss have been nice to her so far, so why wouldn't she trust them?

Genevieve:

Dear Genevieve has had a sort of rocky life. Her mother has been very overprotective over her and that has left her with no real life experiences. She was homeschooled almost her entire life so when she entered college she had a hard time adjusting to her new routines. She's very explosive emotionally and very finicky over her personal space so she couldn't (or didn't want to) make acquaintances and so, she made it to the company with no connections apart from her obsessive mother, just like Pam. She worked a year and a half in the company, and that was enough time to meet and befriend Reggie. At first she was very wary of him and very hostile to him. But good ol' Reggie just keeps saying hi to her every morning, just like he does with every employee he sees. One day, when they were both on break, Reggie tried to break the ice and tried to start some small talk with her. She got scared and basically yelled all sorts of barbaric things to him and he just gave her a warm smile. Nothing can hurt this man, god. Genevieve was surprised that he hadn't yelled back at her or left and stared at him for a while. Then guilt overcame her and she started sobbing. Reggie comforted her as best as he could and since then they formed a bond. So when she learned that he had left to be a beta tester she was again left alone in the office. Desperate for his comfort and precense she decided to follow him to the digital circus...

Zephyr:

They had a relatively normal life (apart from an accident that left them without a bloody leg but it's alright), graduated from art school and started working at C&A. They overestimated the pressure and stress that came with working at the company to the point that they were exhausted. They would've left if it wasn't for the fact that getting a job with their degree was extremely difficult and the chances for getting hired were very slim. So they kept on working. They worked day and night. A million coffee cups had started to pile up on their desk and they had severe bags under their eyes. They were tired, so very fucking tired. Why wouldn't they try to escape reality for a bit? Goof around in the digital plains, maybe use it as some sort of rage room. Maybe they could do all of the things that they had thought of without any consequences. Yeah, just for a little bit....it couldn't hurt, right?

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THE HUNDRED POUND COWBOY

I feel like a king when I’m eating chicken wings. Hot sauce dribbling off my chin, sucking the meat off the splintered bones. I was sitting on the floor, my knee to my chest as the television played another episode of my favorite cartoon–Gelatins. Meredith stood by the window with her arms crossed, watching a pair of dogs scrimmage. Meredith let out a giggle and took a puff of her cigarette. I liked Meredith. I liked the way she laughed, the things she laughed at. I liked her freckles. I liked to do coke off her stomach. As I licked my fingers, she put out her cigarette and walked towards the kitchen. 

You got mail, she called out. 

Bullshit, I said. I don’t ever have anything. 

Oh really? She asked, throwing an envelope at me, glass of water in hand.

I wiped my hands on a nearby rag and read the front. It was from my sister June; that old ragtime. I hadn’t seen her in six months. I opened the letter with my thumbnail and stood up to read it aloud. That felt like the proper thing to do, stand up and read it aloud. 

Hey, it said. How are you? It’s strange. Sometimes, I like to picture you in a nail salon. A thousand televisions playing the same channel. Lights buzzing like a crowd. The scent of alcohol. Sometimes, I don’t imagine you at all. Let’s not talk about last time. Here’s the deal–come to Thanksgiving at my house this year. I want you there. It’ll be small. Just mom, dad, Randall and me. We’ll eat and drink and talk. Come. It’ll be nice to see you again. I love you. Hope you’re doing alright. See you soon. 

June

So she wants you to go, Meredith said. You gonna go?

I don’t know, I said. Things got weird last time I saw her. And I haven’t seen my parents in a year. 

You called your mom crying a few weeks ago. Bawling like the world had closed on your little finger. 

That’s because I couldn’t see her, I said. I probably won’t go. 

You should, she said. 

Yeah, but I probably won’t. 

I got up to wash my hands. In the bathroom mirror, I realized I’d spilled hot sauce all over my shirt. 

Goddamn it, why wouldn’t you tell me? I asked, then faced the mirror again. 

Why don’t people tell me these things?

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That night, Meredith went back home on the train She lived in a small basement apartment with her cousins in Queens. When it stormed, they spent the night with a neighbor. It made me sad to think about so I didn’t. 

I went out on a walk, dressed in my long, trench coat and a pair of popsicle orange panties underneath. I lit a cigarette and sat on the stairs of the library a few blocks from my apartment, watching the people, their shadows. Why would June want to see me? It didn’t made sense enough that she loved me. I loved her but I wouldn’t want to see her. 

And Meredith was right. A few weeks ago, I’d gotten kicked out of a club for fighting a woman over possibly drugging my friend’s drink. When she went to the bathroom she was fine. But a few minutes later and she was slumped over like a bag of rice, incoherent. And the woman was the closest target, I’d seen her walk in like she invented paradise. As if she’d ever even seen paradise. I dropped my friend off at her house and went back home where Meredith was waiting, painting her nails in my living room with a wig on. The radio playing oldies. 

I rushed past her and stripped naked and curled into my bed and called my mother. My heart bleated. I felt awful. Just awful. The thing is, I didn’t expect her to answer. It was late, I was banished. But then there she was with her sweet voice spilling out of the phone like syrup. 

Hello? And that was all I needed. I heaved and cried and begged her to forgive me, love me, want me. And before she could answer, I hung up. When she tried calling again, Meredith told her I was asleep. I was no such thing.

That’s the thing, I repeated to myself as I sat there in the rain and the dark and the night. I was no such thing, I was no such thing.

I liked the way my voice sounded in the rain. I liked my thin wrist and broken hands and heavy clothes. I liked the way my legs moved. I liked the way I lived. 

Thanksgiving was a week away. June had asked. 

That was the thing.

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The next morning, I went down to the deli to get cigarettes and a coffee and maybe some candy. Ramone was behind the counter, a seventeen year old kid who always gives me an extra straw even when I walk in there drunk as a horse, laughing at the walls. 

Ramone, how are you? I asked.

Doing good, he said. Palls? 

Yeah, I said. What are you doing for the holidays?

His family owned the deli. His father sat in the back reading porno magazines and drinking milk.

Probably gonna see my family, he said. My cousins and all that. Coffee?

Yeah, I said. That’s nice. You deserve a day off.

Fuck yeah I do, he said. What about you? Twirlers?

Got anything sour? Probably gonna stay at home with the missus.

These? He asked, pulling out a bag of sour gummy bears. What’s the missus gonna do for the holidays?

Yeah, those are good I said. She’s gonna stay with me. Her family’s all dead.

Tell her I said sorry, he said. Eight dollars.

I will, I said. I will. Thanks, Ramone.

Meredith’s family wasn’t dead. In fact, I had a suspicion her bloodline would never end. All her sisters—all seven of them—have had maybe twenty kids in total. Meredith’s the only one who hasn’t settled down. And she sure as hell isn’t bringing me around, heathen galore. 

Meredith is scared she’s getting old. She’s a year older than me but sometimes, she comes home crying because none of the store clerks call her sweetie anymore. And none of the guys who whistle at her in the street can even keep it up. And her clothes feel funny. And isn’t she hideous? And shouldn’t I leave her? And I have to calm her down like a frightened dog. I hold her hair down and fuck her and make her pancakes and fuck her again and sing little songs to her. Meredith, my war torn country. 

I went home and slept for a while and took a pill and cleaned the apartment and ate some candy and watched television, reruns of an old sitcom. I waited for Meredith to come home. Meredith worked on Fifth Avenue. Eight hours in heels. Answering the world’s dumbest questions. Pushing handbags. I always tell her she’s too smart to be selling shitheads designer bags. But it’s a steady income and if there’s one thing Meredith needs it’s a steady income. 

I haven’t worked in a couple of months. I’m like that. My resume reads like an epic. This year I’ve worked as a janitor (took one nap too many in the bleachers, the sun crawling across my face) a bookseller (told everyone their taste was shit) a stocker at the grocery store (labeled everything a dollar) a waiter (spilled wine on seven different people in the same night). 

Truth be told, I wasn’t made to work. I was made to lay in bed and take a pill and watch the world. I was made to kiss and beg and sleep.

When Meredith came home, she had some goodies for me. I grinned into her mouth and we shared a pill. And then another. And then one more. When she left for work in the morning, I took a handful of pills. I swore they tasted like lemon drops. 

I spent the next three days awake. 

I put on my wife beater and trench coat and boots and stomped on everyone’s grounds. I went to a string of bars, whatever was open at whatever time it was. I put my mouth on the world’s mouth. I saw Christ in a plastic bag. I stole a lipstick from the pharmacy and gave the lipstick to a homeless woman. I went to a chapel in the middle of the afternoon and listened in on other people’s prayers, felt buzzed by the words leaving them. I went to the MoMa and spoke outloud. What is a masterpiece? I got a tattoo of a burning house on my wrist. I rented a bike and biked back and forth across the Brooklyn Bridge until it got dark, until the sun froze over into the moon. I popped balloons and swam in a fountain and learned how to play chess. I stayed still for an entire minute. I felt every brush of wind, heard every siren at once. I was the cowboy declaring the west his. I was the queen demanding a beheading. I was the beheaded, living after death. I was the ghost finding Heaven quite boring. 

I was God in his undies. 

It’s a miracle, I said when I returned home to find Meredith in front of the air conditioning, sucking on a lollipop and reading a newspaper. 

It’s a miracle I wasn’t arrested.

I don’t believe in miracles, Meredith said.

And she was right. I slept for nineteen hours and awoke in a cold sweat, the ceiling full of snakes. I couldn’t move. Even turning over felt like a marathon. 

 Meredith? I called out. 

But there was nothing. Just the television and the headlines. I stayed in bed for a couple days, weeping and talking myself out of it and weeping again. I called Meredith but she didn’t pick up. I hated her for that. 

When I finally awoke feeling more aligned, less twitch and more get out of bed, I sat on the edge of my bed eating toast. Thanksgiving was in two days. I decided to go. 

I felt that grateful. 

----

On the day before Thanksgiving, I took the bus up to Albany and took a cab to June’s house. I asked the driver to stop so I could smoke. I considered asking him if he could turn around. But I was out of cash. But maybe he’d do it regardless. Yeah, maybe.

Kid, let’s go! He called from behind the wheel.

I stuck with it. 

And as we approached, I could feel my heart drumming. Even more as we sat in her driveway. I paid the driver and got out. June worked as an administrative assistant at a company her boyfriend owned. Thus, two story house in the middle of Albany. I lit another cigarette and sat on her porch. As kids, June used to say I was the morning and she was night. For some reason, she felt so inadequate in comparison, so lame. Perhaps this was the nature of big sisters, especially ones who never got piano lessons or an allowance. Halfway through this thought, I heard the front door open behind me. 

Grace? She asked. Oh my god, Grace. 

I turned around. June was three years older than me. But she looked about ten. All fit in a white skirt and red sweater and floral earrings. I stood up and she hugged me as tight as a sheet. 

Come in, she said. Come in. 

Can I finish this first? I asked. 

Of course, she said. 

I didn’t like the way she stood over me as I smoked. I wondered if she thought I might leave. I wondered if I should have. June didn’t have any children yet. But she had a dog and a boyfriend who worked long hours. And she had a large backyard and a porch swing and windows the size of murals. She kept her eyes on me as I touched through everything. Dictionaries in three different languages. Tulips in glass. A vintage clock stuck at midnight. 

That night, it was only June and I. Her boyfriend was on a business trip. We drank rose and ordered pizza and she read me a chapter from one of her favorite books. And we fell asleep in her bed. I dreamt of crossword puzzles. I solved for genie. 

----

In the morning, June had already made up her side of the bed. I couldn’t hear anything. I got up, dressed in a wife beater and a pair of shorts June let me borrow and stood by the stairs. There were small murmurs. I got halfway down the stairs before realizing the scene. In the living room were my parents and my older brother Randall and June. All sat in a circle. I froze as they stared up at me. 

Hi baby, my mother said. 

I ran upstairs and shut the door behind me. I locked the door and when June knocked, I didn’t say a thing. I waited until I could hear go downstairs before calling Meredith. 

Meredith, I whispered. Meredith, it was all a fucking scam. 

What do you mean?

I mean, my family is pulling a goddamn fucking intervention for me. They’re downstairs in a circle. What do I do?

What? Why would they do that?

I could hear the sound of her snorting a line. 

----

Last time I saw June was back towards the end of May when she and her boyfriend came to the city to visit some of his old college friends. She wanted to see where I lived. It was raining, a hard spring rain. And we ran upstairs, our laughter colliding. It was good for a while. We made sandwiches with whatever was left in the fridge and drank beer and watched a couple of movies. But as I was smoking a cigarette, she turned towards me. 

Why do you do this? She asked. 

What do you mean?

We could help you, she said. We could get you clean. And I’d help you find work. And it could be nice. But this, this isn’t a way to live. 

Clean? I asked. 

Oh, come on. 

What? I’ve been “clean” since you’ve gotten here, I said. 

Yeah, what? Four hours? What were you doing in the bathroom?

I was taking a shit, I said. 

Yeah, for five minutes?

So I take sonic shits, so what? I’ve never asked–

I found this in your kitchen, she said, holding up a baggie. Three little pills inside. 

That doesn’t mean anything, I said. 

No?

No, come on. Who doesn’t take pills? I wanna relax. So, every now and then. 

Then why’s your nose bleeding?

Fuck you, I said, wiping my nose with my hand. And I sent her away into the rain. And yelled at her from the window as she walked to find a phone. 

Fuck you and your happy little life! Fuck you and your dog! Fuck you and your lawn! Fuck you, I hope you find what you’re looking for!

----

I’d taken a couple of pills when I woke up. But for extra measure, I took two more. And waited for June to slither in with her spare key.

Grace? She asked, kneeling down to where I was on the floor. 

I don’t want to do this, I whispered It’s really not so bad. It’s not what you think.

Grace, let’s go.

She held my hand and walked me downstairs as though I were crippled or old. But I was twenty five and nothing could hurt me.

----

Tell us what it’s like, my mother said. I was sitting between her legs as she pet my head, the pills kicking in like heat in my skin. I’d shaved my head a couple of months back. I wondered if that surprised her. And if it didn’t, what that said about me. 

Before we go, you should have a chance to speak. And Grace, we’re only doing this because we love you.

I sighed. 

We’re talking about drugs right? I asked. Not the occasional black out or night on the town. But drugs. The kind you would die for? The best goddamn thing?

Yes, she said.

Then, it feels like God is blessing you. Again and again, you’re blessed. And protected. And worshipped. It feels like you can’t live for another second in this world. But to be in the other world where the walls breathe and you’re on the run, forever on the run. It feels like heat in your skin. Not on but inside. It feels like being reigned king; a fat, slovely king with nothing to do but eat meat and pick who to kill. It feels like the only thing. It feels like hitting a homerun during the last inning, the sun falling into your eyes and the crowd roaring for you. It feels like being crushed during sex. It feels like God wants you to live. It feels like being able to live. 

It feels like that. And you’re asking me to give it up?

There was a silence. 

All we want is for you to be safe, my father said. And well. And there is no between. You can’t be on drugs and be well at the same time. It’s not possible.

But who says I have to be well? I asked, my words slurred. I’m no good at anything. I’m good at being high. And that’s it.

We do. We say that. Because we love you. And we want you around, in our lives. And you’re so young.

I’m not gonna live a long time, I said. Even if I got clean, I don’t have the stamina. I don’t.

Grace, all we ask is that you give it a try.

I did, I said. For twenty two years, I tried. I went to college. I did everything everyone said I had to do. I read books. I did well in class. I got internships. I had friends and time. I was doing well. And I felt nothing. 

Life isn’t one thing, my mom said. I could barely feel her fingers on my head. 

Life is as devoid as it is fruitful, she continued. But all of that is alright, it is doable. By getting clean, you’re choosing the only option that matters. 

----

After six hours of this, I agreed to go ahead with getting treatment. But not before taking the rest of my stash and falling asleep in my mother’s lap. And by that time the following year, I learned what they had meant. 

Because I was alive and Meredith wasn’t. 

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Happy follower celebration!! <3<3<3

May I request:

“I really want to see you first thing in the morning.”

Thank you so very much!!! 🥰💕 here you gooooo. enjoy!

Word count: 938

Warnings: none

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"Hey." Aelin tucked her phone next to her ear, holding it with her shoulder as she unlocked her car.

"Hey, Fireheart." Rowan's voice flowed through the speaker, just the sound she needed to hear after a hell of a long shift at the restaurant. "Just clock out?"

"Yeah." She pulled the clip from her hair with a relieved groan. "God, it was such a long day. So many people. So many kids. So much bullshit."

"Bet you didn't take any bullshit."

"I try." She switched her phone to speaker and set it in the cupholder before backing out of her parking spot and heading away from the restaurant where she worked. "Seems like all the ridiculous crap comes on the weekends, though."

"Want to come over?" He sounded so hopeful. "You can rant all you need, love."

She glanced at the clock. "I'm gonna swing by my place first to shower and get out of these disgusting clothes, ok?"

"Take your time." He paused. "Wait no, not too much time. I wanna see you."

She laughed. "Has anyone ever told you you're the clingy one, buzzard?"

"Don't see anything wring with it," he returned, chuckling. "I gotta go, but I'll see you soon?"

"Yeah." She blew him an invisible kiss. "Love you, buzzard."

"Love you too, Fireheart."

An hour later, showered and changed and carrying an overnight bag, Aelin walked up the front steps of Rowan's townhouse, knocked twice, and walked in. "Ro?"

"Hey." He jogged down the hall, met her in the entryway, and tipped his head down to kiss her soundly. "I made food."

She perked up, kicked off her shoes, and bolted for the kitchen. "You're the best, Ro!"

He followed, shaking his head fondly at the way she was so much more excited to see the food than him. "Maybe I should've thought twice before proposing, love. Seems you're more in love with food than your poor sad old fiancé."

"Stop that, drama queen," she laughed. "I'm just hungry, and your cooking is amazing." She gave him a broad, suggestive wink. "I'll get a whole free chef when we get married."

"Trust me, love, I can handle myself in the kitchen." He wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"You like it better when I handle you, though," she hummed, casually serving herself a big bowl of the soup he'd made.

Rowan spluttered, his face flaring bright read. "Aelin!"

She burst into bright laughter. "I'll never get tired of seeing you all riled up, love."

He mumbled something incoherent about just how much she loved doing that to him and wisely changed the subject. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"When have I ever said no to that?" she grinned. "Let me guzzle this soup like a starving madwoman first and then yes, absolutely I do."

"Take your time, love," he laughed. "I need dinner too, y'know."

"Oh, so you didn't make this whole pot of soup just for me?"

"Nope." He grabbed his own bowl ad filled it up. "Sorry to disappoint."

"Guess I have to knock a star off your Yelp review," she teased.

He laughed softly and nudged her towards the kitchen table. "For someone who's supposedly so hungry, you sure aren't doing a lot of eating, Ae."

Once she had a full, satisfied stomach, Aelin helped Rowan clear away the dishes, waving off his protest that he could do it all by himself, and went to the hall closet to get a big armful of fluffy blankets. Rowan's mom kept buying him throw blankets every fall and winter, insisting that he needed "splashes of color to liven up his boring gray house." Rowan pretended to be annoyed, but Aelin knew he secretly loved his collection of seasonal blankets. She loved the blankets, at least.

"How many of those does one person even need?" he teased as he came into the living room to find her snuggled into a blanket cocoon on the L-shaped couch.

"Not all of us are human furnaces, buzzard," she returned. "What are we watching?"

"Hmm...well, I'm in a classic cinema mood tonight."

"Oh gods," Aelin mock-groaned. "Why aren't you ever in a rom-com mood, you know, like a normal person?"

"Since when have I ever been a rom-com person?" Rowan asked dryly. "Besides, I know you want to watch The Godfather."

"You're too good at the bribery thing." She moved the blankets aside enough for him to sit down. "C'mere, buzzard."

Rowan obediently settled down beside her, stretching out his long legs so she could cuddle herself snugly against the toned planes of his body. He turned on the movie, turned off the lights, and tucked Aelin's blankets comfortably around her. Knowing full well she probably wouldn't stay awake for the whole movie, he idly combed his fingers through her hair.

Aelin lasted an hour before she was asleep on his chest, her breath brushing his collarbones in even pulses. A tender smile curled his lips as he watched her peaceful face. He watched the rest of the movie, turned the TV off, and rested there on the couch, his fiancée asleep in his arms.

She blinked awake a few minutes later. "Movie done?" she mumbled.

"Mhmm." He kissed her forehead. "You made it a whole hour; I think that's a new record."

"You're mean." She poked his chest, not causing any actual harm thanks the the layers of blankets. "Le's'go upstairs. Sleep. Bed."

He chuckled. "Are you propositioning me, love?"

"Nope." She shook her head. "I just really want to see you first thing in the morning."

Gods, the way Rowan's heart fluttered at that simple statement.

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Exhausted

Hey!! This is my first ever fanfic I’ve written,, I’m extremely sorry about any mistakes I made </3

I struggled to capture Soap’s accent in this; I hope you all won’t mind!! He’s an American for the time being 🥲

Minor Warning: Shitty spelling/grammar mistakes, most of it is fluff though 💕

This is also pretty short!! If this writing seems to be well received, I may add on to it or make more chapters :)

Please let me know if you have any suggestions for future fanfics, I love to write and I love my 141 and KorTak babies even more <3

The mission went swimmingly. No casualties (on their side, anyways), little to none injuries. A miracle, honestly—the task forces assigned were biting off way more than they could chew. As Simon Riley, or “Ghost”, heaved his weight onto the back of the truck, the yells of what he assumed to be of Price’s echoed around the area. Close behind followed John “Soap” Mactavish, who plopped himself right next to where Ghost had chosen to sit.

With a cocky smirk spread across his face, Soap leaned his body weight against Ghost. “Heard you roughed ‘em up pretty good, LT.” He slid his hand along Ghost’s shoulder, hugging him closer.

Ghost let out a grumble, shoving him off of his body. “Heard you got fucked yourself. How’s the arm?” He returned the smirk (which Soap could just barely make out with the balaclava Ghost was wearing covering it), poking Soap’s arm.

As Soap flinched away—and Ghost swears he heard a hiss as he did so—Price eyed them both from the opposite side of the truck. When had he gotten there? Ghost hadn’t realized. Weird.

“It’s just fine.” As Soap massaged where Ghost had touched him, Ghost took the chance to scoot farther away from him.

As the truck began its rocky pace back to HQ, Ghost (whom had previously snapped at Soap for falling asleep on him on the way back from a mission) couldn’t help but occasionally rest his eyes before he fully began to drift off onto the unsuspecting shoulder of Mactavish himself. He was spent, Price had put more weight than usual on him: assigning two god damn squads filled to the brim with militia. It was an easy win, obviously. That didn’t stop him from being exhausted by the end of it.

Soap, who had now began to realize Ghost’s proximity to him, cracked a smile, careful not to disturb the moment. He nudged his free arm in the direction of Gaz, who was sitting next to him, and the two shared a moment of pure excitement. It was shocking in itself that Ghost let his guard down enough to actually manage to drift off, but on someone else? Completely unheard of. Ghost, full of surprises to say the least, nuzzled his head into the crook in Soap’s neck, mumbling incoherent bullshit. Gaz (whom has been waiting to witness a moment like this) smiled innocently at Soap, batting his eyelashes. “Looks like you two finally got together, eh?”

This caught the attention of Price, who had been trying to ignore his.. well, children at this point, and he pulled his head up slightly to get a better view.

Soon after Ghost was fully asleep, Soap carefully placed his hand on top of his, eyes distant and longing. As much as he was enjoying this, he didn’t want their first time properly holding hands to be when Ghost was asleep. So, he retracted his own, the corners of his mouth twitching downwards.

Seeing what Soap had did, Gaz leaned in closer and hissed in his ear. “It’s not every day you get to hold his hand, ya? Go for it.” He smiled at Soap, holding eye contact for a second with an encouraging look in his eyes before shifting his attention back to the chaos going on in the other side of the truck.

With a flinch of awkwardness, Soap reached out again and laced his fingers with Ghost’s own. He knew Ghost’s hand would be limp, and that it wouldn’t be like the real thing, but he still felt beyond euphoric to do something so intimate with Ghost.

“I swear to god, if either of you tell him this happened, it’ll be the last thing you do.” He spread his pointed glare to Gaz and Price, whom agreed via a nod of the head and a knowing smile.

Throughout the ride, Soap had forgotten he was holding Ghost’s hand; he had been holding it for too long to not see it as natural.

But Ghost? He had woken up halfway through the ride, not moving a muscle. He kept his place on Soap’s neck, hearing the hum of his vocal cords as he talked with Gaz. He would never admit it, but the sound relaxed him; his hand laced with Soap’s even more so. Slowly but surely, he inched his fingers to close over Soap’s with a soft smile under his balaclava.

As the truck lurched to a stop, Soap looked down to both his and Ghost’s hands. He smiled to himself before loosening his fingers. Ghost, who realized what Soap was doing, huffed into the warm skin on Mactavish’s neck and squeezed his hand.

With a wide-eyed Soap staring at him, Ghost took the chance to stroke his thumb across his palm. “Ya gonna just sit there lookin’ pretty, or ya gonna hold my hand again, sergeant?” His voice was gruff from not talking for hours, the hum pressing into Soap’s neck.

With an excited side glance to Gaz, he tightened his grip on Ghost’s hand. “Jus’ keepin it warm for ya, LT.”

“Likewise.”

Thank you so much for reading!!

Typed this all out on my phone lol, sorry if it sounds lazy 💕

[96percentdone]

Top 5 Narumitsu moments!

Ooo mmm okay okay okay good question good question let's do this.

Okay i think "all of farewell my turnabout" exceeds the bounds of "moment" so uhhhhhh. The inherent reciprocity of its conclusion. Phoenix saved Miles from his nightmare of 15 years in Turnabout Goodbyes, and Miles came back to save him from Matt Engarde's heinous bullshit. Nick shows Miles the errors of his ways in how he's approached prosecuting by convicting anyone who crossed his path without fail, a byproduct of his own guilt an internal torment, and Miles showed Nick HIS error that his role as a defense attorney is not to save people and that his savior complex is untenable and unhealthy, a complex born from his childhood and motivations for becoming a lawyer. It's peak romance. The pinnacle of writing. I LOVE Justice for All.

I can't put the entirety of turnabout goodbyes either so uhhhhh...."If I was a defense attorney, I knew he's have to meet me whether he wanted to or not. In court. … Edgeworth believed in me, and I believe in him. He's in pain… And no one's on his side. I'm the only one who knows the real Edgeworth. I'm the only one who can help him." Unhinged fucking behavior Phoenix. What a fucking moment. 10/10 scene of all time. He calls him Miles earlier in the scene it literally. It's perfect. Chef's kiss no notes.

The first conversation you have with Iris as Miles in the detention center in Bridge to the turnabout. I mean it's the whole thing but shout out in particular to uh. "Mr. Edgeworth...what is Mr. Wright to you?" "He is a very dear and indispensable friend."

The bit in Bridge to the Turnabout where Miles is going through it because of the earthquake and not only is Nick ready to hug it out with him but if you present your badge to him he actually tells Miles he became a defense attorney because of him and Miles gets so SHY. Obsessed with that.

Miles Edgeworth flying halfway across the world because of an incoherent phone call from Larry Butz that implied something nebulously bad happened to Nick and then agreeing to be a defense attorney for a day in his stead. Very normal. Pinnacle of romance. Dark Ace Attorney show me the forbidden hospital scene.

You might be thinking I put a lot of bridge here despite despite Farewell My Turnabout and Turnabout Goodbyes being like. The pinnacle of narumitsu content. And that's because Bridge has nice narumitsu moments but isn't a narumitsu case and Goodbyes and Farewell are just narumitsu cases and putting the whole case in would just be cheating.

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3- Fuck Me For Forgiveness

A⃟b⃟e⃟l⃟

Paris, France

Abel's eyes trailed the ass of a passing bottle girl that sashayed past him as he stood with a bottle of liquor in his hands and a lit blunt in his mouth, in the V.I.P section of the club with some of his crew.

Shorty was thick, but her ass was nothing compared to Nicki's that was bouncing back expertly on him as he fucked her relentlessly from the back less than 24 hours ago.

He put her to sleep and left without waking her since he had a flight to catch for his performances in Paris.

Their number one rule was to never stay the night at each other's domain, no matter how late it is or how drunk they are.

They can barely stomach each other when they're in the same room unless they're fucking, so staying the night with each other would just lead to them having a petty argument the next morning.

Their polar opposite personalities always seemed to clash.

Nicki is so animated, brazen, bossy, and defiant and Abel is chill and sensitive, yet dominant, so he liked his women to be submissive which Nicki could never be without a fight.

So after Abel showered, he left there without a trace and headed straight to the airport at around three in the morning.

He had to leave out of a secret entrance to dodge the paparazzi that were hawking outside of Nicki's house to take pictures.

If they would've gotten him on camera sneaking out at the time in the morning, the rumor mill would've been going crazy.

Cash who is partying next to Abel, turns his camera towards him while he's taking a pull from his blunt.

Abel stares into the camera while blowing out a thick cloud of his smoke before dancing a bit and turning up for the video.

He nodded his head and moved his arms to the beat of the trap song that was playing.

The night continued going up for hours, it wasn't until around four o'clock in the morning that Abel felt all of the after-effects of the illegal drugs that he consumed earlier in the night.

He snorted a coke line with, Nav and popped some of the medication that his doctor prescribed for him, he fucked himself up more by mixing it up with some alcohol and doing the same reckless shit that he did when he was underground.

When the night began to wind down to the end, Abel was passed out high on the club's couch, desperately trying to keep his eyes open.

The blinding colorful neon red lights flashing around the club caused Abel to squint a little before shutting his eyes completely.

"Yo fam, you good?" Abel peeks his eyes open to see Belly standing over him with his arm thrown around a thick girl with long black hair.

Abel stares confusedly at the woman before him, his impaired vision examines her dimples and tiny waist before slowly trailing downward towards her thighs, hips, and butt.

"Nicki, what the fuck?" He suddenly spews, reaching out to grab the woman's wrist.

"Excuse me?" The woman responded confusedly and yanked her wrist away from him.

"What is this bullshit you're trying to pull on me and why you got on all of this hoe shit around my niggas huh?" Abel struggles to jump up out of his chair, but Belly grabs a hold of him and pushes him back down so that he doesn't fall.

Abel is furious. He knows Nicki and him aren't in a committed relationship, but he already claimed her and her pussy as his.

He hated even the thought of another nigga getting a sample of what he has been getting for the past year.

"Watch yourself, Abel. You are fucked up right now." Belly says, gripping his friend so that he doesn't fall and hurt himself.

Abel persistently stood to his feet, teetering a bit. He began to see double visions of the woman, but in his incoherent state of mind, she was the exact image of Nicki.

"Come here right now, let me talk to you real quick." Abel motions the woman to him and she shakes her head and backs up.

"I don't know you!" She says, hiding behind Belly out of fear.

"Oh, word so you on some brand new shit now? Now you don't know me? You knew me last night when I was pounding that pussy though, right?" Abel states in a slurred, angered voice.

"Abel, yo what are you doing, fam?" Belly grabs Abel's shoulder, but he shirks away and continues to frown at the woman.

He then turns his frustrations onto, Belly. "What the fuck are you doing with my girl, nigga? You trying to fuck her?" Abel bantered, making the Nicki lookalike and Belly stare at him in confusion.

"Your girl? Since when did you and Blac Chyna hook up?" He asks.

Abel's face transitioned from angered to confused in a matter of seconds.

Nicki's addictive ass had him tripping out hard, now he was seeing her in other women.

"W-who?" He squinted his eyes in confusion, feeling his head thumping as he blinked his eyes repeatedly.

"Blac Chyna, bro! I hired her to star in my upcoming music video that we're recording tomorrow, so I flew her out to Paris."

Abel stood there high as hell and dumbfounded. The look on his face displayed his embarrassment and he knew when he eventually sobered up in a few hours, he would have to explain this shit to Belly somehow.

The ecstasy pill that he popped must have been some sort of super drug because there is absolutely no way in hell that Blac Chyna was passing for Nicki if Abel was sober.

"My fault, bro." Abel could only muster before taking a seat on the leather couch and burying his head into his hands.

"It's cool, bro. We've all been there." Belly brushes it off and heads towards the private bar with Chyna on his arm.

Abel knew his friend better than that to believe that Belly would just drop the subject.

He already figured that the conversation would come up when everyone was sober-minded. He didn't even know how to explain himself and his actions without fully exposing the fact that he's been providing, Nicki with life-changing dick since before he snipped off all of his dreads.

The rest of the evening went by in a total drug-fueled blur.

It wasn't until late the next afternoon when Abel was awoken from his slumber by the sounds of a flushing toilet and shower water running, that he finally came back down from his extreme high and was coherent.

He assumed Nicki was in the bathroom, considering the last memory that he had was fucking her to sleep and wrapping his arms around her.

He pulled back the cotton sheets and sat up with his head buried in his hand on the edge of the California King-sized bed.

The sun shined brightly through the sliding doors of the balcony. Abel's penthouse suite overlooked Paris, with a breathtaking view of the Paris vista as well as the Eiffel Tower.

He took a few minutes to gather himself and waited for the bedroom to stop spinning, before stumbling to his feet and shuffling into the bathroom to relieve himself.

With his eyes barely opened, he stood over the toilet bowl completely nude and sighed in relief.

He paid no attention to the fully nude figure that was standing a short distance away from him underneath the stream of water in the full glass-encased shower.

When he finished, he washed his hands and began to brush his teeth and wash his face.

He ventured back into the bedroom and dug through his luggage until he found some blowfish tablets that he took with water to cure his hangover.

He heard the shower turn off and a gust of hot steam escaped the bathroom when the door opened.

He looked up from his iPhone and dropped it when he saw the brunette woman standing before him in nothing but her towel.

"Who the fuck are you?" He inquired, standing to his feet and squinting at the strange woman.

The woman giggled. "Very funny. I'm Renee silly. Do you not remember me? You brought me back to your hotel from the club last night." The woman spoke in a thick accent.

"I fucked you?" Abel inquired. He already knew that it was a stupid and obvious inquiry, considering they both woke up butt naked, but he held onto the small ounce of hope that he didn't fuck her.

The woman snorted. "No, we played naked charades until we both passed out." She said sarcastically and Abel rolled his eyes, not feeling her fucking sarcasm at all.

Abel plopped on the bed, holding his throbbing head in his hands.

"Fuck, I fucked up." He muttered under his breath, rubbing his hands up and down over his face slowly.

He knew he fucked up, if this shit got back to, Onika there would be hell to pay.

"Are you up for another round? You were a beast last night." The groupie asks him, letting her towel drop to the floor.

Abel couldn't even remember her name although she just told him what it was, that's how insignificant her and the random fuck were to him.

"Nah, put your clothes on." He says dismissively and stood to get dressed. 

"What?" The groupie questioned, annoyance laced in her tone.

"You deaf?" Abel squinted his eyes before turning to glare at her, his expression proved that he was dead serious.

"I said you gotta roll out of here, so get your shit and go." He stated bluntly, not giving a fuck if his words hurt her feelings or not.

"Your driver drove me here with you, how in the hell am I supposed to get back home?" She inquired, her eyes following him in disbelief as he stormed around the bedroom to collect his scattered clothes from the previous day.

"You ever heard of a Uber or Lyft?" He asked smartly as he slipped into his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head.

"My purse and cell phone were left with my friends. I don't have any money on me." She explained, which further frustrated Abel.

"I'll book you one." He tells her, unlocking his phone to go to the app, when the screen suddenly begins to power off.

He huffs. "Where the fuck is my charger, my fucking phone just died?" Abel began to search around for it to no avail.

He knew it was somewhere in the suite, but he didn't want to be around the random groupie for a moment longer.

He snatches his keys off of the nightstand. "Look, I'll drop you off in my car, let's go."

He quickly began to leave the suite, while the woman scrambled to put her clothes on.

They silently stepped into the elevator and exited the Sunset Tower hotel.

They both appeared sluggish and hungover and the dark bruise-colored passion marks that were visibly splotched on both of their necks painted a picture of their wild night together to every stranger that they passed.

He tossed his hood on in a poor attempt to conceal himself from any fans or onlookers, but a strong gust of wind caused it to blow off the second they reached outside.

Abel quickly started speed walking to his waiting car, hurrying the woman along to keep up with him.

He cursed under his breath when he then spotted a small group of paparazzi out of the corner of his eye, they had already started to take pictures of him, and they began approaching.

"Let's go, walk faster, keep up with me." He hurried the groupie, and they finally climbed into his car that the valet pulled up front.

The paparazzi circled the car and began taking even more photos which irritated the fuck out of Abel, but the groupie seemed to be loving the attention.

Abel honked his horn in frustration. "Yo, get the fuck away from my car!" he vexed.

A few stumbled back, giving Abel room to pull away, but continued to flash their cameras. Abel sped away as quickly as he could and decided that he was going to drop this random bitch off at her nearest location and ditch her.

Abel's mind whirled the entire ride with thoughts of Nicki's reaction to the photographs if she saw them, he knew that he had to find a way to make sure that the photos never reached the internet. He decided to contact Cash for help.

He quickly called him through the luxury car's built-in phone system and he could already tell by his low tone that he woke him up when he answered but this was considered an emergency so he didn't give a fuck if he disturbed him.

Cash yawned tiredly into the phone before clearing his throat. "What, bro?" He muttered.

"Bro, there are some photographs that the paparazzi just took of me and some random. I need you to get a hold of them and make them disappear ASAP." I told him while trying to focus on the road.

The random girl's head snapped in Abel's direction in dismay. "Um, excuse me? Random?" she snapped.

"You should clean your fucking ears out." Abel retorts, becoming more and more annoyed with her by the second.

"Bro, what's the big deal here? It's not like paparazzi hasn't snapped pictures of you with other women in the past."

"That was before Cash. I can't be seen out here like that anymore, I'm talking to somebody." Abel admits and this causes the groupie to scoff.

"She wasn't on your mind when you were inside of me." She comments, crossing her legs and arms.

"Look, I'm gonna need you to shut the fuck up about what happened too. I will pay you to sign a NDA if I have to, I don't want you posting anything involving me to your social media or going public with any of this shit. If you do then you're going to have serious problems coming your way." Abel says, hoping that he doesn't have to get lawyers and shit involved with all of this.

"I'll agree to sign your little nondisclosure agreement just cut me a check and I will go away..." The groupie says bluntly.

"Yeah, I knew money was your motive." Abel shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He didn't have a clue how he could be so stupid and careless.

"Cash, we are heading your way right now, please get the lawyer on the phone to fax over an NDA and try to get a hold of those pictures before they go public. If you have to pay the paparazzi then do it, whatever it takes."

"I'm on it." Cash says before hanging up the call and phoning the lawyer.

Abel spent the rest of the day clearing everything up and after handling the groupie, making her take the morning-after pill, and contacting some of the local Parisian blogs for the pictures, he was soon laid back comfortably on his jet on his way back to New York with only one person on his mind.

He desperately needed his weekly dose of Nicki, she was his drug and he craved her.

He knew that it was wrong on many levels to fly into town to fuck with Nicki after slipping up and fucking that random hoe, but he couldn't resist when it came down to her. He needed her.

He licked his lips as he lay with his legs crossed on the reclined seat, he scrolled through his phone and lusted over a new photo that Nicki posted on her IG page just a few hours ago.

"Damn, she looks so fucking sexy, and look at that fat ass. I'm leaving hickeys all over that shit tonight." He mutters under his breath as he continues to lust after her.

When I land I'm tearing that shit up on sight. Abel's lust-filled thoughts of Nicki continued to torture him and soon he found himself hard and in need of some sort of release.

It seemed as if he could never go a full week without being inside of her, her pussy is his weakness.

He couldn't wait for the jet to land, he knew he'd end up texting her before he even got into his driver's car or even left the airport, that's how eager he was to be deep inside of her.

He knew she was a busy woman, Nicki barely stayed in one city for long but he didn't care if he ruined any of her studio sessions, important meetings, or brand deals. When he wanted some of her, he expected her to drop everything for him, because he would do the same for her, no questions asked.

There were countless times in the past year that they have been fucking around that he has left parties, the studio, and even the country just to give Nicki some dick because her spoiled ass wanted it that badly. The sex was just that good.

The way that they were sexually drawn to each other was surreal, but both of them already knew that their secret relationship couldn't surpass sexual intimacy, their personalities are entirely different and it would cause toxicity between them.

Abel's private jet landed in New York approximately eight hours later, and he and his crew stepped off just after midnight and made their way to the black various cars that awaited them.

Abel slid in the back of one with Belly and Lamar to drop off his luggage at his new condo before making his way to Nicki.

He heard Belly chuckle which caused him to look up from his phone.

"What's so funny, bro?" Lamar questioned, glancing up from his phone.

Belly ran his hand over his facial hair and snickered. "I still can't believe that this nigga, Abel got high and thought that he was fucking around with Nicki Minaj. Little nigga knows that he couldn't handle all of that woman." Belly stated which caused Lamar to laugh.

If only his boys knew how well he's already handled Nicki, she's the one that ends up crying and limping when it's over.

He kept quiet though, knowing that he couldn't ever speak on it.

Abel rolls his eyes and focuses back on his cell phone text log, he scrolls down until he finds the name that he was looking for. He begins to type out a message.

Hey. I just landed and I'm about to pull up in an hour or so, Are you home?

He hoped that the message didn't make him look too thirsty, but he was willing to put his pride aside just to be inside of her before the sun rises and he has to head back to L.A.

An entire hour passed and Abel found himself laying back on his couch in his condo and watching some 90's cartoons on his flatscreen tv.

He lazily petted his dog, Caesar, while he chewed on a dog toy and laid down next to him.

Abel stared down at his iPhone that rested in his lap in displeasure, he still hadn't received a response at all from Nicki and usually she would have texted him back by now.

He decided to call her up which is something that he rarely did since it went against one of their rules, but at this point, he was desperate for her and it was two in the morning already.

He put the phone on speaker and it rang twice before her voicemail popped up. He angrily sucked his teeth and hung up just as she began to recite her annoying voicemail greeting.

"Where the fuck is she?" Abel muttered to himself as he slowly ran a hand over his hair and down his face, tiredness began to take over him.

Seconds later his phone beeped with a message from her, finally.

Peaches 🍑👅: Sorry, I can't talk right now.

"What the fuck." Abel cursed, going into messages to respond to her. He couldn't believe that she sent him a damn "Respond With Text" message instead of just answering his call or texting him back.

So you couldn't even respond with a message to let me know what's up with you and you sending me to voicemail? What's good with you? Call or text me ASAP.

The message went through to her and minutes later it said that Nicki read it, but Abel still didn't receive a response from her, so he texted again.

Onika... you're pissing me the fuck off. Why are you ignoring me?

Seconds later the bubbles pop up, indicating that she is typing and a text comes through to his phone.

He squints in confusion when he realizes that it is a picture message and when he opens it up he almost pisses himself.

Peaches 🍑👅:

"Fuck!" He curses loudly, causing Caesar to jump at his outburst.

He tosses his phone on the chair beside him and sits there stupefied.

He had no clue how Nicki got a hold of the pictures, but he knew that there would be a massive argument awaiting him and hell to pay for his indiscretions.

Two Weeks Later:

Two long weeks passed by after TMZ somehow got a hold of Abel's leaked photographs and posted them on their website.

Nicki has completely blocked Abel out and has been MIA from all social media since she discovered the photos.

Abel tried everything that he possibly could to get in contact with her, including three random pop-ups at her penthouse in New York and multiple phone calls, messages, and FaceTimes that have all been ignored.

He already knew that she was most likely pissed and needed time to cool off, but he wasn't expecting her to ice him out for two whole weeks without even one message.

After handling his music business out in Los Angeles for a week and visiting with his daughter, Abel found himself flying back to New York for another attempt to smooth things out with Nicki.

He wasn't planning on leaving the city until they got a chance to discuss what happened and find a way to fix it.

Abel felt that they had gone long enough without any communication and he really couldn't shake the fact that he missed the hell out of her.

He found himself sitting outside of her house with a gift and a teddy bear rose bouquet in his passenger seat.

He knew that he looked a bit thirsty camping outside of her house and waiting for her to come back home, but he wanted to catch her before she entered inside and had a chance to ignore him.

He occupied himself by texting and scrolling through his social media when he received a notification that Nicki had posted to her Instagram for the first time in weeks.

Y'all niggas are comedians, just remember that Nicki always gets the last laugh. 😉😜

Abel's blood boiled when he analyzed the picture, he could feel the anger building up inside of him and it took everything inside of him not to drive over to the location that she had pinned and fuck them both up.

He didn't recognize the dude that she was hugged up with from any of the celebrity circles that they both were a part of, so the mystery of it all further added to his stress.

He ended up leaving and heading to a local bar for a few drinks to clear his mind before returning to Nicki's penthouse to confront her.

Two hours passed before Nicki's pink Lamborghini pulled up in front of the location and both Nicki and the guy climbed out of it.

Abel watched in dismay as Nicki and the guy walked into her building hand in hand, trailed by her three monstrous security guards.

Another hour or so passed before the dude exited the penthouse and climbed into a waiting Uber X, giving Abel the green light to head upstairs.

Abel abandoned the fancy gifts in his car and entered the back of the building angry and fueled with liquor and weed.

He got onto the private elevator and punched in her code to gain access to her floor like he had done many times in the past.

His head flooded with thoughts of what he would say to her and what she would say to him. He knew there would be a confrontation and the unknown of it all worried, Abel.

When the elevator dinged at Nicki's penthouse floor he felt his stomach churn as all of the anxiety started to build inside of him.

He apprehensively approached the two double doors feeling a flurry of different emotions inside of him as he rang the doorbell twice.

He waited there impatiently, his hands stuffed inside his jacket and his head hanging low.

One of the doors slowly began to open which caused his eyes to shoot up.

"Did you leave something, baby?" Nicki asked as she scrolled through her gold iPhone, not taking the time to look up at her visitor.

Abel didn't respond right away, he was too pissed off to speak when he noticed that, Nicki had on nothing but a baby pink see-through thong with a matching bra and a pink silk robe that was opened, displaying her body.

In any other situation, he would have had her pinned against the nearest wall right now and would be deep inside of her if she would have answered her door in that sexy shit, but all he could think about is the fact that she had it on for the next nigga and not for him.

He could already tell by the messiness of her straight hair and the hickeys forming on her neck that she let that random dude fuck and it caused him to explode.

"You let that random ass nigga fuck you?" Abel sneered, his tone is as cold as ice.

Nicki's eyes quickly shot up when she heard his deep voice and she almost dropped her phone.

She wasn't expecting him to be in her city, let alone on her doorstep.

"What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me now? Get the fuck out of here!" She attempted to slam the door in his face and close her robe, but Abel forced it open and pushed his way inside.

"I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me! What the fuck do you think this is? You have been ignoring me for fucking weeks!" Abel says, slamming her door behind him.

He almost knocks small Nicki off of her feet when he pushes in, but she catches her balance, and before he could utter a word she was right in his face shouting at him.

"Go! Get out! You have some nerve forcing your way in here, and questioning me about what I have been doing when you've been fucking on other bitches all over France, like the bitch nigga that you are!" Nicki snaps.

Abel knew she was right, but he wasn't going to say it because he knew if he walked out of the door, things between him and Nicki would dissolve quickly, and he wouldn't be able to repair it.

Abel rolled his eyes and licked over his lips as Nicki continued to vent, pointing her finger in his face as she went off on him.

"You are a nasty, dirty dick, lying, snake ass nigga! I should have never even let you hit in the first place! You Fucking OP!" Her heels click against the marble floors as she begins to storm away from him, but he grabs onto her arm which causes her to angrily spin around and slap him.

Abel runs his hand over the side of his face that she hit and his jaw clenches. "I suggest that you calm the fuck down and keep your hands off of me before you piss me off, Onika." He seethed in a deepened voice.

Nicki narrowed her eyes. "Or what? I'm supposed to be scared of a nigga from Canada? I'll have my New York niggas run up on you with the quickness! Don't test me!" Nicki threatens, staring up at him with her hand on her hip.

Abel couldn't help but laugh, running his hand over his freshly shaped up beard. Her tiny short ass could barely reach his neck with her high heels off but had all of this mouth.

Nicki seethed when she saw him laughing, the worst thing that you can do when a black woman is pissed off is laugh, she automatically thinks you are taking her as a joke.

Every profanity in the book erupted from her, which caused the argument to intensify. Abel tried his best to calm her down, but she was on one hundred and ten.

Abel grabbed her arms and held them down to stop her from swinging at him.

"Nicki, just calm down and talk to me like an adult. If we continue arguing and yelling, nothing will get resolved." Abel said.

"All of these photos popping up of you leaving out of a hotel with some soccer mom-looking ass bitch and I'm supposed to be calm?" Nicki yelled in Abel's face, causing Abel to sigh.

"You sliding up inside of the next random bitch less than twenty-four hours after fucking me? Fuck I look like, nigga? I am not one of these regular bitches out here and I'm not gonna let you treat me like I'm one of them!"

Nicki struggled with him until she broke free from his hold to mush him and Abel stood there looking stupid.

"I'm not feeling your fucking attitude right now. You won't even let me talk or explain myself." Abel told her, irritated that she wouldn't give him a chance to explain himself.

"I'm not feeling you right now, nigga! You think you can come in here and feed me bullshit to get me back in bed with you, you thought wrong! Get the fuck out of my house!!" Oneika pointed towards the door, but Abel refused to go.

He shook his head no. "I'm not going anywhere until we resolve this, I'm sorry okay? Just hear me out for a minute. Come here..." Abel grabs Nicki by her tiny waist and pulls her forward, but she pulls away from him and crosses her arms.

"You are being so fucking stubborn right now!" Abel was vexed, his nose flaring.

"I don't want to hear anything that you have to say! I know that it's all bullshit! You're the one that fucked up yet you're angry and yelling like I wronged you?! I should be the one pressed right now!" Nicki seethed.

"I'm angry because you won't even let me get a damn word in!" Abel argued as they continued having a full-blown screaming match.

"Because I don't want to hear all the bullshit and lies that are about to come out of your mouth!! What do you have to say?" Nicki crossed her arms and waited to hear him out.

Abel huffed. "You want me to say the shit, then I will say it! I miss your stubborn ass okay! I can't take you shutting me out anymore." Abel lowers his voice and mutters, the desperation clear in his tone.

Nicki's mood suddenly shifted, she went from angry to sad in a matter of minutes and Abel could tell that she didn't want to be near him at the moment.

He didn't stop her when she turned her back to him and quickly walked towards her bedroom for some time alone, he sighed and sat patiently in her living room to give her space.

He knew from past arguments that she would come out and talk when she was ready. He was just happy that she didn't kick him out.

...

An Hour Later:

Abel's eyes followed Nicki as he sat in her apartment an hour later with a glass of Hennessy straight in his hand.

"I can't believe you are out here moving recklessly like that when we had an agreement." Nicki ranted as she sipped from her glass and paced.

"I always let you fuck me raw because I trusted you, I trusted that you would never infect me with anything but that shit is a dub now, I'm not ever having sexual contact with you again."

Abel sighed and slumped in his seat in exasperation, he had already explained to Nicki that he was fucked up and had no recollection of fucking that girl, but it wasn't enough for her.

Abel knew from their past experience that if he didn't find a way to shut Nicki the fuck up, she would be venting all night long.

"Come over here and climb on my face." He mutters, cutting her off in the middle of her rant.

Nicki stop pacing and turns around to glance back at him to see if he was dead ass.

"Nigga, what? Did you not comprehend what I just said to you?" She questions.

Abel rises to his feet and walks over to her, she stays silent as he lifts her into his strong arms and sits her down on top of her pink grand piano, and settles between her legs to talk to her.

Nicki quickly kicks him back a bit with her toes and crosses her legs to keep him from pressing his hard dick up against her, she knew all of his sneaky moves already.

"Come on, sweetie. Don't be like that with me." Abel playfully grabs Nicki's feet and kisses her pretty pink toes.

"I should make you suck on them." Nicki wiggles her toes in his face, scrunching her adorable face up with an attitude.

"Open your legs and I can suck on something else..." Abel says, causing Nicki's thighs to clench, she tries to play it off, but he notices.

Nicki puts her leg down. "You can't suck on anything on me, go to one of your hoes."

"I can't suck on that pretty pussy of yours, baby?" He turns his head to the side and bites his lip as he asks, in a soft yet deep tone, causing Nicki's already damp thong to become wetter.

"Come on, mama. You know you love wetting up my face... I eat your pussy until your juices are dripping down my chin and you're crying and begging for me to stop..." Abel taunted Nicki.

Flashbacks flashed through her mind of Abel's head between her legs, licking and feasting until multiple orgasms rippled through her and her body couldn't take anymore.

Onika quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of her head and remained stone-faced, she wanted Abel to fuck her but was too pissed and prideful to admit it.

Abel sighed in defeat, realizing his sexual advances couldn't get him out of this mess.

"I know I fucked up, and I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have gotten that fucked up, I should have never done anything with that girl. I don't even remember being inside of her, it meant nothing to me... I showed you the results from my doctor, I'm clean and I promise I won't slip up again." Abel speaks softly.

"All dudes say that shit..." Nicki rolled her eyes, but Abel grabbed onto her chin to make her look at him.

"I never gave you a reason not to trust me before this one childish mistake, don't ruin all that we have with each other for this. You know what you do to me, ma and you know you're the only girl that I've been with since we first started this whole shit." Abel whispers sincerely, gently caressing Nicki's face.

Nicki glances away and breaks eye contact with him, refusing to look into his dark eyes because she could feel herself being slowly drawn in once again and she wanted to be mad at him longer. They both knew she could hold a grudge for years.

"Look at me, baby. Why won't you look at me?" Abel asks, his hand rubbing up and down her thick thigh.

"No!" Nicki says stubbornly, crossing her arms like a brat.

He smiled slightly, low-key loving her bratty attitude and stubbornness because it just made him fuck her harder.

He tried to kiss her pouty lips but she quickly turned away which made his lips land on her cheek.

"How could I even be with anyone else... I love being deep inside of you..." He leaned up and kissed her neck slowly which caused her to tense, he trailed his seductive kisses downward until he reached her soft collarbone.

"You love it when I'm deep inside, don't you, baby?" He whispered against her skin, his hands reaching up to untie her robe.

Nicki didn't stop him, her eyes closed at the contact of his soft lips, she needed some dick badly and they both knew it, especially since she didn't let the dude that she has been seeing for the past two weeks hit at all.

Nicki, bit on her lip to suppress a moan when Abel's hand snaked around her neck and squeezed it gently, she loved that shit, it set something off inside of her.

"You didn't let him fuck did you?" Abel inquired, he could tell by how Nicki was reacting to him that she hadn't been fucked since the last time he fucked her.

Nicki shook her head no slowly, whimpering when she felt Abel's tongue trailing over the sensitive parts of her skin.

"I almost did, but I stopped him before he could slip in." Nicki timidly admits, reopening her eyes to see Abel sexily peering up at her with the sexiest look in his eyes.

"Why'd you stop him?" Abel inquires as he uncrosses Nicki's thick thighs and opens them to pull her close.

"Because I wanted you...." Nicki breathlessly admits to him. "But you were too busy in Paris being a nasty ass nigga."

Nicki felt herself getting annoyed with Abel all over again, but it quickly faded when Abel's tongue began to slowly swirl circles all over her breasts.

He then kissed all over them, causing her nipples to harden.

Nicki whimpered. "Get the fuck away from me! I am still mad at you!" She said, trying and failing to keep her attitude with him. 

Abel paused in the middle of his seductive kisses and peered up at her from in between her supple breasts.

"You can still be mad at me while I'm giving you this dick... Grab onto me." Nicki wraps her arms and legs around him tightly and he lifts her into his arms and begins to carry her towards her bedroom.

They don't even make it inside before Abel has Nicki pressed against the door, kissing her roughly. Onika cups the sides of his face and kisses him back, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

Abel sucks on it, gripping and squeezing her juicy ass as his hands explore underneath her silk robe.

Nicki gasps against his lips when his hand trails over her hip and suddenly cups her fat pussy. He starts to rub on her clit through her panties which causes her to whimper.

He moans when he feels it, his fingers becoming wet in her juices that are soaking through her thin thong.

"You're so fucking wet, I can't wait to be deep inside of this pussy, baby." Abel groans, kissing Nicki as his fingers massaged her clit.

"Why were you doing all of that fronting and shit for, like you didn't want some dick?" Abel asks. "You are dripping for me..."

Nicki moaned, gripping the back of his head and grinding her hips eagerly to meet his fingers. "I-I-I hate you..." Nicki stammered, Abel's fingers causing her to become scatterbrained.

"Show me how much..." Abel responds. He opens the doors of the bedroom and hastily carries her over to the bed.

In seconds her robe is taken off and her tiny thong is ripped from her body.

"Nigga! Don't be ripping up my sh- ugh!!" Abel shuts Nicki up by pushing two of his fingers deep inside her pussy.

"Shut up, I don't want to hear your smart-ass mouth. I just want you to make this pussy cum for me..." He demands.

He uses his free hand to yank her bra down before leaning over and taking her nipple into his mouth.

"Oh my gosh! Fuck!!" Nicki moans, grinding her hips to fuck his fingers while cradling the back of his head as she watches him suck on her nipples.

"You like how my fingers feel in that tight little pussy baby?" He dirty talked.

"Oh fuck, baby! Yes like that!" Nicki moans, grinding her hips in slow circular motions to grind on his long fingers.

"Mmm listen to how wet that pussy is for me, Daddy is making it so wet..." Nicki could see the darkness in Abel's eyes as he pulled away from her nipple to look down at his fingers slipping in and out of her, they were soaked in her juices.

Her pussy was making the sounds that macaroni and cheese makes when you stir it and Abel was obsessed with that sexy shit.

"Make it wetter, baby! Fuck! Ooh!" Nicki moans and begins grinding faster.

Abel watched Nicki intently, loving the faces that she made whenever he pleasured her and the sexy moans and noises that erupted from her.

"You look so fucking sexy grinding on my fingers like that, baby. That's it... Cum for me so I can lick it up." He sexily talks her through her orgasm and begins to roughly rub on her clit with his thumb to add to the pleasure.

"Fuck, yes. Don't stop, rub that pussy!" She moaned, gripping him tight as his fingers twisted and pumped inside of her mercilessly.

Nicki's body began to tremble and her shaken moans became louder, Abel could tell that she was seconds away from reaching her peak, but he suddenly pulled his fingers out.

Nicki's eyes shot open and she was vexed. "What the fuck! Why the hell would you do that? I was so close you dumb ass!" She argued.

Abel just smiled, he was intentionally toying with her and teasing her pussy just because he loved to watch her squirm.

He slapped against Nicki's juicy pussy roughly which made her scream out in ecstasy. "Who you talking to like that?" He inquired, suddenly shoving his fingers back in which caused her to scream and jerk around in the bed.

Nicki didn't respond to him, she was too overcome with lust and all of his teasing was just making her wetter.

"Keep talking to me crazy and I'll never let you cum. I will torture your ass all night." He threatened as he slipped his wet fingers even deeper, and curled them to hit her G spot, making Nicki moan his name.

This sexual torture went on for the next twenty-five minutes, with Abel bringing Nicki right to edge just to stop before she reaches her climax.

When he slowly started spreading her lower set of lips just to tease her again, Nicki was in full-blown tears and couldn't stop shaking.

Nicki whimpered a bit and grabbed onto his wrist to prevent him from toying with her pussy any further, she was past horny and ready for his length, but Abel wanted to play games.

He slapped her hand away. "Don't make me tie your ass up." He warned her.

He suddenly began rubbing his fingers over her tiny hardened clit rapidly, while leaning over to suck on her protruding nipples again.

He stared up at her intensely watching her gorgeous body writhe around underneath him and arch off of the bed.

The harder he rubbed the wetter she became and her moans were turning him on in ways that he couldn't explain.

"Rub it faster! Please!" Nicki gasps, digging her nails deep into the silk sheets underneath her as more hot tears built up in her eyes.

Abel intentionally slowed down which caused, Nicki to want to rip her fucking hair out.

The need to cum was next level, her body convulsed and sweat poured from her as she begged. "P-please. Please let me cum. Rub it faster, Abel! Please!" Nicki whined.

"You can barely even handle this speed baby, you are shaking." He moans against her breasts. "Your pussy is quivering too..."

"You like how daddy is touching you?" He comes up and kisses her deeply before burying his face into her neck to whisper in her ear.

"Yes." She whispers back in a shaken voice, grinding against his fingers.

"You want to cum?" Abel teases, feeling her tremble and whimper underneath him.

"Yes.. please." She whimpers, she's completely under his sexual spell and she can barely speak because her body is quaking in pleasure.

"Please what?" He teases her, easing two long fingers inside her tightness while continuing to stimulate her clit with his thumb.

Nicki bit on her tongue, she hated when he made her call him daddy to stroke his male ego, she felt so right uttering it when she felt like moaning it out but never when he prompted her.

Abel noticed her hesitation which just made his long fingers probe even faster until she was screaming at the top of her lungs and her little pussy couldn't take anymore.

"Ohh fuck! Daddy! Yes! I'm cumming!" She shouted and dug her nails into his shoulder.

He smirked when her pussy started dripping for him and her eyes rolled back into the back of her head as her orgasm ripped through her.

"That shit is so sexy, look at that cum dripping out of that pretty pussy..." Abel moans, slipping his fingers out of her and spreading her lower lips to admire her dripping treasure.

"Mmm shit... that pussy looks so good, baby. Let me lick up that fucking cum." Abel lowered his head and his tongue began to mercilessly lap up Nicki's warm cum.

"A-Abel!" Nicki screamed, grabbing onto Abel's head and sitting up a little in an attempt to stop him from licking, but Abel placed his hands on top of hers that rested on his hair and continued to mercilessly lap at her pearl, swirling his tongue all over it.

"Baby, stop pushing me away. Can I suck on your clit, please? I haven't tasted you in weeks and I just want you to cum all over my tongue... You taste so fucking good, peaches. Damn..." Abel moaned desperately as he spread open her lips to take her hardened clit into his mouth.

"Baby, please stop! Fuck! Ah!! You're gonna kill me!" Nicki started crying like a baby again and her body shuddered intensely as she threw herself back against the bed when he started sucking on her clit hard and fast, his head moving up and down as she grinds against his face.

Abel's mouth, beard, and nose were becoming coated in her sticky white cream, but it didn't stop him from eating. He slurped some of it up and spit it back onto her pussy, doing all of the nasty shit that Nicki loved.

"Baby, can I fuck your face? Please stick your tongue inside of my pussy..." Nicki pleaded and Abel wasted no time slipping his tongue into her tight hole. "Fuck my tongue..." he moaned as he began to slip it in and out.

They quickly got into a sexual rhythm and Nicki was grinding on his tongue like it was his dick.

Abel stuck his tongue deeper every time he slipped it out and he strummed her swollen clit with his finger.

Nicki was so wet that her ass was covered in her juices and Abel's face was dripping in it.

He plunged his warm tongue so deep that, Nicki couldn't see his face anymore, it was buried against her fat pussy and Nicki started convulsing again.

"Shit!! If you keep doing it like that Daddy I'm gonna squirt!" She screamed out as Abel sped up his tongue and rubbed faster.

Abel's fingernails dig into her thighs as she rocked back and forth on him. He finally lifted his head. "Oh, so you wanna squirt on my face, huh?"

He threw her back on the bed when he saw that she was trying to sit up. "Since you wanna squirt so bad, I'm gonna make you squirt."

Abel wipes his mouth and stared at her with a lustful look. He got up and grabbed Nicki's body wand from her drawer.

He was turned on and hellbent on sexually torturing Nicki for ghosting him for these past few weeks, now he was gonna make her cum until she couldn't move.

He got down between her legs. "Wait..." she gasped.

Before she could say anything else, he turned on the vibrator and held it down on her clit.

"Fuck...." she moaned.

"Ss.... fuck yeah, look at that shit dripping for me." Abel stared at her bead as he increased the vibration.

"Ahhh! Wait, baby..." Nicki tried to grab the vibrator, but Abel increased the intensity once again. "Oh fuck, wait! Oh shit..."

"Are you cumming for me? Cum for me, baby." Abel urged her.

Nicki, grabbed onto the sheets tight, breaking one of her acrylic nails in the process, and screamed loud as a powerful orgasm ripped throughout her body, but Abel didn't move the wand.

"Do you forgive me now, mama?" Abel whispered as he watched her pussy and legs quiver.

Her torso moved up and down and she nodded her head to answer him.

"Talk to me. Let me hear you say it, baby." Abel says in a sexy tone as he kissed her clit.

"Yes, Daddy!" She screamed.

Abel smiled and moved the vibrator from her clit. He then took it between his lips and began to suck on it while moving his long fingers in and out of her pussy once again.

"Shit, you're gonna make me squirt. Oh my god! Ah! Ahh!" Nicki placed her hands over her face.

"Make it nasty for me, mama," Abel whispered to her softly, he loved watching her have multiple orgasms.

Pretty soon, Nicki was squirming, squirting, crying, and cumming all over Abel's face.

Her body was laid out on the bed limp and she felt as if she was going to pass out.

Nicki was overwhelmingly turned on, exhausted, and breathless and she just laid in silence while her body continued to shake from her intense orgasm.

"You good, ma?" He asked softly as he climbed up to gently brush back the sweaty stray hairs that stuck to her forehead before kissing it.

"Fuck you..." She panted breathlessly as she shut her eyes. Nicki had never experienced anything like that, her legs were numb, and wouldn't stop shaking, her pussy felt like it had a heartbeat.

Abel laughed and kissed her on her soft lips over and over. "Gladly. Spread those legs, baby."

"Fuck you." She tiredly repeated as she pushed him away. He smiled and laughed.

"You can't take it, can you? If I wore you out mama, I can just carry you to the shower." He joked while he hovered above her, he kissed her addictive lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Nicki rolled her eyes. "Boy, please! If we fuck, you're cumming first. You can't even handle all of this good pussy."

Abel hovers over her and licks his lips. "I think I just handled that shit pretty well if you ask me, I see that, that pussy is still quivering and you damn near woke up the neighborhood with your screams... Just admit that you can't take this long dick." He stated cockily.

"Fuck me then." She stated boldly, running her hand over his beard.

Her slanted eyes landed on Abel as he stood to his feet and kicked off his boots before shrugging off his jacket and unbuckling his pants.

Nicki sat up and unfastened her bra as she watched him, he was so fucking sexy and he doesn't even try hard, the second his shirt slipped over his head she forgot why she was mad.

Her lust-filled eyes wandered down from his chest to his long, hard dick that sprang free from his boxers when he pulled them down.

Her mouth salivated at the sight of it, she motioned for him to come to her. "Bring that dick over here..." she lusted, sitting up on her knees at the head of the bed.

Abel felt his dick twitch just from looking at her, she sat on the bed looking so fucking good and all could envision is covering her in his cum.

Abel began to jerk himself off as he walked over to her naked and stood on the edge of the bed. He bit his lip while watching Nicki run her hands over her naked body, all the while focusing on his dick that throbbed for her.

"Mmm fuck... look at it. I want it inside of me." Nicki moans as she gently grabs onto it and begins to jerk it just like he likes it.

"That's your dick, baby. What are you going to do with it?" Abel moans, his dick throbbing in Nicki's small hands.

"It's my dick, Daddy? Tell me it's mine again." Nicki teases, sticking her tongue out to slowly lick against the swollen head of Abel's dick.

"Fuck, baby... it's yours..." Abel moans, throwing his head back in pleasure when she arches her back and leans over to wrap her soft juicy lips around the head of it and began to suck on it.

Nicki quickly got into a rhythm; jerking and sucking on his dick while he gripped her hair into a ponytail with his fist.

"Shit, baby. That feels so fucking good." He moans as he watches her. "You look so sexy sucking that shit."

"Mm." Nicki moans sexily in response before taking more of him into her mouth. She begins to suck him sloppily as he likes it, moving her head in a circular motion as she gagged on and slurped on his pulsing dick.

"Shit, Nicki... Fuck! You're sucking that dick so good baby." Abel's head dropped back and his eyes closed again.

Abel's eyes rolled back when she slipped it out of her mouth and spit all on it, letting the spit drip down to his balls, she then leaned over and licked all the way down and sucked it off while twisting her little hand around his dick.

Nicki smirks up at him when his hot pre cum begins to erupt from the bulging head of his dick and Abel begins to breathe unevenly, Onika could tell he was trying his hardest not to cum.

"Mmmm, you want to cum down my throat, Daddy?" Nicki teases. "I can feel that dick pulsing, you gonna cum for me?" She jerked it slowly, watching it pulse in her hands.

Abel yanked her ponytail hard, causing her to giggle. "Nicki, stop playing games with my dick... put it back in that pretty mouth of yours and suck it before I make you choke on it. You know I'm not with all that teasing shit." He threatened her.

"Mmm, make me gag on this dick." Nicki moaned as she took it down her throat again as deep as she can take it.

Abel's stomach tightened and his entire body shook and quaked as he watched his dick slowly disappear down Nicki's throat and he began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth.

"Fuck, yes baby... let me fuck that pretty mouth. Shit, you are gonna make me cum down your throat! Shit! Oh shit!" Abel moaned.

He could steadily feel the intense release that he has been craving building inside of him, his body shook every time she took it down her throat and droplets of sweat popped up on his forehead.

The way, Nicki was sucking she put that bitch on the internet deep-throating on a cucumber to shame, she had Abel screaming and on the verge of cumming in her mouth in seconds.

The sexy sounds of her slurping and sucking drives Abel crazy and her head begins to bob up and down faster, causing curses to fly out of his mouth and his toes to dig into the carpet.

Abel's eyes roll back and he grips on her hair tighter. His moans become louder as she slobbers all over his dick while deep-throating it.

When she boldly takes it down her throat and holds it there, Abel almost cums in her mouth.

"Chill, baby. Chill!" He pulls her head up and shivers as he desperately tries to hold himself together. "You are about to make me cum."

"Mmm. What's wrong, Daddy? You can't handle it?" Nicki giggles as she starts to jerk him off again while sucking his balls and seductively peering up at him.

"Get your ass up here," Abel wraps his hand around Nicki's neck to pull her up before leaning in to kiss her lips passionately and deeply.

Without a word, he pushes her back onto the bed and lifts her legs onto his shoulders.

He then slowly slips his dick inside of her, causing them both to gasp and moan. "Oh shit, baby..." Abel grunted.

"Ooh fuck..." Nicki whimpers, closing her eyes when she feels Abel penetrating her deeper, he grips her hips and fucks her slowly, giving her deep strokes that caused her breasts to bounce with each thrust.

Nicki loved when they fucked in this position, so she could feel him so deep that it hurt.

It was a pleasuring pain and she didn't want him to stop.

Abel leaned over and wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her lightly while continuing to stroke in and out of her tightness slowly, feeling her snug walls wrapped tight around him made him want to cum but he held it.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Your pussy is so good. Grind on my dick." Abel rasps, peering down at her pleasured face and bouncing breasts.

Nicki's eyes watered as she gripped the sheets and looked up at him in a sexual daze, her mouth is slightly gapped and each stroke causes her moans to rise higher in octave.

Abel leaned down and started to kiss her neck slowly as he pumped himself in and out of her slowly. Nicki loved hearing his deep moans.

"This shit is mine..." he grunted in her ear. "You hear me?"

Nicki didn't answer him, she just continued to pant through the pain.

"You gonna fucking answer me," Abel tightened his firm grip around her neck and looked into her eyes. He started to pump into her hard and deep but slowly all at the same time.

"Abel!" She held onto him and scratched his back as he pushed deeper inside of her. She started to moan louder and push against his stomach, but he grabbed her arm and pinned it above her head.

"Move your fucking hand and answer me, ma.." Abel grunted.

"Oh shit! Ahh!" Nicki screamed.

"Answer me," He said in a deep tone as he whispered and moaned in her ear.

"Fuck!! It's yours...ohh shit it's yours, baby..." Onika screamed.

Abel, pulled out slightly to reposition himself and he smiled when he looked down.

"Look at all that cream covering my dick, baby. Fuck I love being inside you." He started to rub her clit as he slid in and out of her.

"Oh fuck..." she said in a high-pitched tone. "Daddy! Your dick is too big!" Nicki whimpered as she grinds underneath him.

"Look at you, taking that dick..." Abel groaned while burying his face against her neck, sexily kissing and sucking all over it.

"Ooh! Shit! You're gonna make me cum again..." she panted and whimpered breathlessly.

Abel began stroking deeper and faster than before, but he suddenly slowed down.

"Shit..." he panted.

Nicki looked up at him and smiled. "Are you about to cum for me, Daddy?" Onika whispered as she stared up at Abel's strained and scrunched-up face with her signature smirk.

She began to grind quickly underneath causing him to strain.

"Fuck, Nicki don't." He whimpered, biting down on his lip.

"Why? I want you to cum for me." Nicki whispered to him seductively.

"Ahhhh.... shit..." Abel moaned and bite down on her shoulder as he began to shake.

"Ooohhh.... you can't handle all this good shit, huh?" Nicki teased Abel as she bounced underneath him.

"You're not about to make me cum first." He moaned in a strained voice.

Before Nicki could protest or stop him her legs were pinned over her head and he was pounding into her G spot, she couldn't move so she was forced to take the gut-rearranging strokes.

"Ahhh!!! Ahhhh!!!" Nicki cried and screamed as she felt her orgasm building and as much as she tried to fight it, she came all over him.

"Mmm... that's it, baby. Cover my dick in that cum." Abel moaned and shook as he started nutting right after her, shooting it deep inside of her.

Nicki whimpered tiredly when she felt the warmness of it, and as debilitated as she was after cumming so many times, she finally gathered enough strength to reach up and slap the shit out of him.

Abel grabbed the side of his face. "Ow! What the fuck was that for?" He gritted as he wiped the sweat from his face and collapsed beside her.

"Who told you, you could cum in me nigga? I'm still mad at you! You're lucky that I'm on birth control or I would have thrown your bitch ass off of that balcony over there!" Nicki spat.

Abel stared over at her in disbelief and just shook his head.

Even after that all he had done to please her, she still had an attitude and used him for his tongue and dick.

He watched as she sighed adorably and curled up in a comfortable ball as she slipped on her bonnet and sleeping mask.

She pulled her pink silk sheets and a white fur blanket over her naked body and loudly said "Alexa, turn off the lights!"

"Drive safe and put on my security system when you leave out, close my bedroom doors too," Nicki said.

"Are you dead serious right now?" Abel inquired, but she was already fast asleep.