#I'm glad the money I worked hard for is going towards our house and I like that my mom doesnt have to beg her bf for money

[sweetsuenos]

Shabbat shalom!!! I have the weekend off and I got my first check today :]

[inkskinned]

the rise of AI art isn't surprising to us. for our entire lives, the attitude towards our skills has always been - that's not a real thing. it has been consistently, repeatedly devalued.

people treat art - all forms of it - as if it could exist by accident, by rote. they don't understand how much art is in the world. someone designed your home. someone designed the sign inside of your local grocery store. when you quote a character or line from something in media, that's a line a real person wrote.

"i could do that." sure, but you didn't. there's this joke where a plumber comes over to a house and twists a single knob. charges the guy 10k. the guy, furious, asks how the hell the bill is so high. the plumber says - "turning the knob was a dollar. the knowledge is the rest of the money."

the trouble is that nobody believes artists have knowledge. that we actively study. that we work hard, beyond doing our scales and occasionally writing a poem. the trouble is that unless you are already framed in a museum or have a book on a shelf or some kind of product, you aren't really an artist. hell, because of where i post my work, i'll never be considered a poet.

the thing that makes you an artist is choice. the thing that makes all art is choice. AI art is the fetid belief that art is instead an equation. that it must answer a specific question. Even with machine learning, AI cannot make a choice the way we can - because the choices we make have always been personal, complicated. our skills cannot be confined to "prompt and execution." what we are "solving" isn't just a system of numbers - it is how we process our entire existence. it isn't just "2 and 2 is 4", it's staring hard at the numbers and making the four into an alligator. it's rearranging the letters to say ow and it is the ugly drawing we make in the margin.

at some point, you will be able to write something by feeding my work into a machine. it will be perfectly legible and even might sound like me. but a machine doesn't understand why i do these things. it can be taught preferences, habits, statistical probability. it doesn't know why certain vowels sound good to me. it doesn't know the private rules i keep. it doesn't know how to keep evolving.

"but i want something to exist that doesn't exist yet." great. i'm glad you feel creative. go ahead and pay a fucking artist for it.

this is all saying something we all already knew. the sad fucking truth: we have to die to remind you. only when we're gone do we suddenly finally fucking mean something to you. artists are not replicable. we each genuinely have a skill, talent, and process that makes us unique. and there's actual quiet power in everything we do.

[slasherbvnnie]

Omg- I would love a continuation whenever you get a chance! Maybe size kink within the smut section or even them getting caught or almost getting caught?

This part 2 is brought to you by learning Stu is a foot and three inches taller than me. I hope you enjoy this, I did my best with the smut. I'm still trying to work on smut, but I think I did a good job with this one.

Dirty Little Secret | Part 2

Part 1

Context: Stu and reader are in a secret relationship behind Tatum's back. Modern Scream Au. All characters 18+

Word Count: 1186

Every other night was always new. Whether it be because you were thinking of a new lie to tell your friends why you couldn’t meet with them or if it was because your heart was racing as Stu climbed up into your window.

Tonight, he chose to once again climb up through your window, which he did even after asking him to come in like a normal person. The reason why he did it was because of the exhilaration he got from sneaking in, not only because he was trying to evade your parents, but because your house was only two houses away from Tatum’s.

It was risky, especially with his car parked not too far away, but both of you loved the thought of potentially getting caught.

You heard the thumps of him climbing up, looking out your window and rolling your eyes. ���You know, I’m glad your parents have money, you might be owing me a new wall,” you said as he smirked. “Oh will I,” he asked as you nodded, kissing his cheek as he threw his leg over the windowsill and climbed in. “Tate’s having a little sleepover with Sid tonight, so I figured we could have a little party of our own tonight,” he said as he put his hands on your waist, leaning down and kissing your neck as you smiled. “I’d love that, you haven’t come to see me in a few days,” you pouted as he chuckled against your skin.

“So the other day in that empty lab room meant nothing to you?” He questioned as you hummed, “no, but I do prefer when we can go longer than just a quickie,” you said, moaning softly as he bit down on your neck.

“Then I’ll take my sweet time with you today, sweetheart,” he promised as he pulled you towards your bed.

He smiled, beginning to undress you from your clothes, leaving kisses and hickies in his wake. “So pretty, so fucking gorgeous,” he said as he groped your chest. He smirked, kissing down your body before he got to your panties. He moved his hands off of your chest and instead pulled off your underwear, lifting your thighs to rest on his shoulders and planting little kisses on your inner thighs. You bit down on your bottom lip, letting out a needy whine. “Hurry up already,” you huffed out.

“What happened to not wanting a quickie,” he teased, laughing when you pouted down at him. He flicked his tongue against your clit, moaning at your taste. You whimpered, one hand curling into his hair as the other grasped at your bedsheets. He moved slightly to have his mouth on you, sucking on your clit as his right hand began to play with you. His middle finger teased your entrance, you could feel his smirk against you when you moaned as he slipped his finger inside of you, your grip on his hair getting tighter and holding him in place.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, whimpering when Stu added a second finger. You felt his mouth leave your clit with a little pop from releasing the suction, arching your back when his tongue joined his fingers. You attempted to squirm away from all the pleasure, but his free arm wrapped around you and pulled you back down onto his tongue. “Please, Stu, I need you,” you whined out, feeling happy when you heard him groan. “Don’t say that unless you want me to ruin you,” he murmured against your core as you whined.

“I want you to ruin me, Stu, please. I need you to ruin me,” you pleaded, smiling when he pulled away from your cunt and instead rose to plant a hard kiss on you. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he chuckled against your lips, holding your face as he kissed you again. He groped your breast with his other hand, taking the chance of you moaning to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You didn’t fight him, simply letting him do what he wanted with you. Even though you enjoyed teasing him sometimes, you both enjoyed when you gave him full freedom and let him use you as a toy.

“Such a good girl for me, yeah? Let’s see how much of a slut I can make you into,” he hummed, pulling away from you. He pulled off his jeans, quickly getting out of his shirt and underwear before grabbing you and getting off the bed. “Let’s try something new,” he said as he took you over to the window, your legs wrapping around his waist and connecting your ankles behind the small of his back. “Stu, but-“ “what? Afraid tate will see?” He asked with a smirk as you pouted, “Oh come on baby, who fucking cares. I want your neighbors to see how fucking hot that ass looks, especially when I’m fucking that pretty pussy of yours,” he said, kissing your neck again.

He pulled down the window, not wanting you to fall out mid fuck, pressing you against the glass after. He held onto you tightly, pushing inside of you, the two of you moaning as he pushed all the way inside. “Fuck, look at that, barely fucking fit inside,” he groaned, looking down at where the two of you connected. You grew wetter at his comment, moaning as you looked down and he thrusted all the way in.

You clung onto him, clawing at his back as he took no mercy on you. Stu knew exactly how you liked it by now, wasting no time to get the both of you off, not when he knew how many rounds you two could last together.

Your climax was beginning to build until you heard your phone ring, the two of you huffing as you looked over and saw Tatum’s id call. “Fuck, stu, hand it to me,” you requested, Stu rolling his eyes as he reached over and handed the phone to you. You thought he would stop, but was only met with him thrusting even harder into you.

“Holy shit, are you getting fucking plowed right now?” Tate asked as you blushed, “Tate! What are you doing outside,” you asked, trying not to moan and doing your best to not notice Stu’s shit-eating smirk at hearing your question. “Me and Sid made some cookies, came to give you some but it seems like you found something better,” she said as you whined. “Just leave them at the door okay!” You said before hanging up, moaning as Stu pushed even harder against you.

You moved your head to the crook of his neck, moaning into the crevice before hearing a loud exclamation from outside. You looked to Stu, blushing when you realized he was staring out the window down at whoever was yelling outside. “Fuck,” you huffed out, whimpering when Stu didn’t stop, instead quickening his pace. “S-Stu, Tate’s-“ “Getting a show along with Sid, come on, let’s at least get off before getting into a fight,” he laughed, kissing your neck as he continued to thrust inside of you.

[erato481]

Signore

(Explicit content/Mature)Reader has been working for Bruno, slowly developing a crush on him, not knowing that feelings might be mutual. However after a rough day Bruno has asked her to stay with him for the night.

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Its been 3 months since I started working for Bruno, or rather since he saved me from a rough financial situation and offered me money for simple chores. Just as he needed someone to take care of his mansion, I needed money. It was a simple job, really. I was supposed to come at his house every workday morning, clean and leave, usually at evening.

In the beginning I didn't know what Bruno did for a living, but he was a kind enough man. He wouldn't rush me, boss me around or ever yell at me. He was sweet enough to make lunch instead of me, calling me to dine together with him. He is a good cook, and during that time simple small talk turned into deeper conversations, something more meaningful. It was our special time, where I would take a break from cleaning, and he would take a break from a day of hard work.

At first I sat awkwardly, not knowing what to say to this man. But he was kind and welcoming enough and he asked questions that made him seem like he cared. I told him about my life when we first met, but during those meals was the first time I said it in details. Bruno seemed agitated, his usual gentle and stable demeanour was replaced by a worried, almost anxious one. I could see subtle changes in his expressions, the way his brows slightly furrowed, his jaw tightened and the way he avoided eye contact for second as if he needed a moment to compose himself. It seemed to me as if I saw his eyes water, but just for a brief second. Then he put on a slight smile and got back to his calming self and comforted me.

After this his behaviour towards me became even sweeter. He would ask about how I was doing, or if I was hungry, if my work was too exhausting, if I needed a break, if I needed money and if I needed someone, a shoulder to cry on. At first I wasn't sure if this was only out of pity. But we grew closer, I found out more about him, about his tough childhood, the divorce of his parents, and the first time he had killed a man.

He finally told me what he does for a living, and how come he has so much money for a mansion and a maid to clean it. When I heard it at first I was rightfully scared. But he was always too caring to be a cold hearted killer so I knew he wouldn't hurt me. As time passed he made feel like I finally had a safe space. A place where I could go and be at ease and not think about troubles of rent, a leaky roof and debts. Therefore I couldn't turn away from him, even after his confession. I have cleaned his blood stained shirts, without a question. I wasn't afraid of him.

Often he was home while I was working, but even if he wasn't he would still come back for lunch most of the time. I always greeted him warmly, with a hug and a big smile. Deep down I held this little secret that I actually loved it, I loved being in his arms and in his presence, more than I should. Then after a hug he would rush to make food. Lunch was always our special time, but we started talking even when I would work. He always at least make me company even when he had a job to do. That's how, day by day he became someone who I spent most of my time with, and someone who I thought about almost every second of the day.

Today was a normal day. I came to Bruno's house in the morning. I cleaned the house meticulously. It was around noon when I heard the door open. My whole face lit up and I ran up to the door to greet Bruno. I almost jumped to hug him. He caught me and held me tightly by the waist, hugging me.

"You're home" I said excitedly as I buried my face in his shoulder

"I'm glad to be back".

"Was today rough?" I asked with a hint of worry.

"It was a bit stressful," he replied, with a serious face "don't worry about it" he added in a hurry

"Are you sure about that?" I asked back, with clear concern showing on my face, pulling away from the hug completely.

"I'm fine now that I'm back" he replied with I smile, but I could tell it was a bit forced.

He didn't give me the chance to reply as he made his way towards the kitchen to make lunch. I carried away with my cleaning, but I was uneasy. He usually wasn't this distant. Something must have happened, but from the way he avoided answering he clearly didn't want to talk about it. I was always a little sensitive to his mannerisms. His distance distressed me. But as I was cleaning his living room, lost in my head, he called for lunch.

I left my chores, leaving the cloth and the mop on the floor beside the wall and cautiously went to the dinning room. As I was walking, my mind raced, was Bruno in a bad mood? I wasn't even sure if he wanted me there. He called out again and I started walking faster until I arrived. Lunch was on the table, ready. It was pasta carbonara, nothing too special or difficult to make but Bruno always made it delicious. He looked at me but quickly his gaze went to the food presented on the table. He didn't say anything, it was chillingly quiet.

The creaking of a chair being dragged on the floor broke the silence. He pulled out a chair for me, then lifted his gaze, looking at me deeply. "Have a seat, bella" he said in a quiet, raspy voice. Something was indeed bothering him. It was the voice a person uses when they are in deep distress, when they are so tensed up their voice changes. I simply nodded in response, feeling uneasy and sat down as he told me to. My mind started overthinking again.

I took a seat and pushed my chair to the table. I turned my head to look at him and smiled. He briefly smiled back and walked over to his seat. He poured the pasta into our plates and quickly started eating. I started eating too and avoided looking at him and as I quickly glanced up I noticed he was avoiding me too. Now I knew for sure that he was in a bad mood. He was never like this. He always talked to me, looked at me, paid attention to me. I didn't like this.

"The food tastes good." I awkwardly tried to start a conversation. "Thank you, Signore."

"I'm glad you like it, bella." He said politely, but a small smile escaped from his lips, revealing that he was still glad to be here despite being in a bad mood. "I'll do the dishes." He added. He put his gaze back onto his plate and focused on eating again. We ate in silence which was uncommon. That made me anxious. I forced myself to finish the plate, looking down throughout the whole meal.

Bruno finished first and waited for me to empty my plate. He turned sideways looking at the living room. While eating I occasionally glanced at him. Finally after a few minutes I finished eating too, which caused Bruno to immediately turn towards me and nod with a smile. He took both of our plates and the pot and carried it to the kitchen that was connected to the dining room. He carefully placed them in the sink, eyes not leaving the dishes. Afterwards, he turned to me and quickly approached my seat. I waited for him to pull my chair like he always insisted on doing. There was no need to say anything. He stood beside my chair and gently pulled it from the table.

"Here you go." he said in a deep voice and I stood up, my face turned to the side.

"Thank you, Signore." I said quietly and immediately got back to work. After an hour of cleaning my job was done. I was supposed to go home, but it was getting cloudy and rain started falling. I went to the living room where Bruno was watching TV. I started swiping the dust from the shelf besides the TV, trying not to block his view. I cleaned to buy some time in hopes that the rain will stop soon and that I will be able to go home. I knew that when I get home there will probably be a pond from the leaky roof waiting for me. What made me more anxious is Bruno's attitude today. Will he even call me tomorrow?

As I polished the shelf nervously I turned around to see if I was blocking Bruno's view, but instead I saw his blue eyes fixated on me. My heart started beating faster and I turned back to the shelf so that he won't see my embarrassed smile. The sound of rain started getting heavier and I could hear distant thunder. I cleaned all the dust from the shelf, but didn't know what else to do and felt awkward about just going around and cleaning random objects so I continued cleaning the shelf, pretending that there was still some dust.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder strike and I flinched. I was afraid of thunderstorms. Bruno chuckled and turned off the TV.

"Come sit down." he said calmly. I nodded and turned away from the shelf to sit besides him on the couch.

"Are you scared of the thunder?" he asked, breaking the silence.

I turned to him and nodded, embarrassed. "Yes…well you know sudden loud sounds, can't really say that I like them. I know its dumb." I said, admitting unwillingly.

Bruno sat beside me with a glass of wine, his way of relaxing. He held his glass elegantly in the hand further from me, and raised his eyebrows, looking at me amused. He smiled briefly, caringly and parted his lips as if to say something. He looked away, and raised his head to look up. "Well, how about you stay here?" he said confidently. The question took me off-guard. I was completely surprised. I never stayed overtime.

"No need to get embarrassed about it, bella, fear of thunderstorms are normal…and I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it was adorable." he added.

I was still stunned and didn't reply. He finally turned his head to me and lifted his head slightly as well as an eyebrow, expecting the answer.

"You mean like stay until the storm passes?" I asked confused.

He rolled his eyes and laughed a bit "No…not only that, I meant stay here…tonight." He said those words while looking in my eyes intensely "And the storm doesn't look like it would pass soon, it may even rain all night".

I didn't know what to say, it was too good to be true. I smiled and replied "Are you sure? You didn't look like you wanted any company." I said a little worried.

Suddenly his gaze became worried too and his brows frowned "Oh bella please don't think like that…actually I would love to have your company today." his eyes became even more charring, even more sincere "Please" he whispered, almost pleading.

I realized, he wasn't pushing me away because of the stress, I'm not getting on his nerves, he doesn't seek solitude, he wants someone to ease his worries. I smiled "I'll stay." my tone was sincere and tender.

His lips curled in a sweet smile. After a few seconds he got up and my gaze followed him. "Thank you." he said calmly, trying not to show emotions but it was obvious how grateful and relieved he was about me staying.

He then walked to the kitchen and poured some wine into a glass. He came back and bent slightly while extending the hand to give me a glass of wine with a kind and almost childish smile plastered on his lips. "Here you go." he said and I took the glass from his hand. Our fingers accidentally touching which caused me to unwillingly smile. I didn't want to look dumb but every interaction with him would cause me to smile or even blush. He sat next to me and extended his hand with his glass "Cheers."

We both took a sip of wine. I could tell it was of a good quality. Soon enough after a few sips, which was his second glass, we were a bit more comfortable. The atmosphere became more relaxed, but I couldn't wipe off that sweet nervousness that I always felt around him. Often times I didn't know what to reply to him.

"You know we can watch a movie if you would like. I can give you my clothes to wear for sleep. Please use my bathroom too, the one upstairs. We will move there after we finish the wine." he said nonchalantly, at least for him since he always had a certain seriousness about him. He turned his head to me and noticed my tension. He smiled widely and looked at me caringly "What is it, tesoro mio?". He then placed his hand on my back gently.

I smiled at the nickname and sighed "Its nothing really…Its just you know, you seemed a bit distant today. More than any other day. Bruno is something bothering you? Should I really stay? I won't force you to say it but please you can tell me anything. We've known each other for a long time now, I think you are the person I spend most of my time with." I started first shyly but I started getting more emotional. I stared at my glass and took a sip which quickly turned to finishing the whole glass. Without looking away I placed the empty glass on the table. I found the courage to look at Bruno. His eyes saddened and he now looked more worried.

His arm from my back slipped down and he touched my hands, still very lightly "Oh…I didn't know it affected you like that, angelo mio" he seemed down and sighed "I'm sorry." he said quietly while in his thoughts. "Is that why you were so anxious today? Did I upset you?" he asked louder than his previous words, as if relieved. Almost unnoticeably he moved closer to me.

I nodded, embarrassed about getting emotional. "I had no idea" he exhaled gently "I usually read people well, I was just so stressed I wasn't really paying attention. I'm sorry…Well I guess I owe you an explanation" he started. "You know what I do for a living. There was a mishap…a crossfire happened and one of my subordinates got injured. You know this part of the job really stresses me out. I know its dangerous but you don't really think about it. You push it under the rug until something like this comes up and reminds you." he said, his voice shaky, he looked so tired and vulnerable. I listened to his every word carefully, noticing every emotion that crossed his face. As he kept talking his at first light touch on my hand became more tense.

"It really makes you think…I don't like burdening people with this, I am supposed to be the one that gives them hope, that makes them feel safe. But suddenly everything around me feels unsafe" his hand squeezed mine "I am really trying to keep everyone around me safe, but if its not enough…" he added, already too distressed to talk. I looked at him deeply and placed my other hand above his "Caro…you're doing more than enough." I said softly but took a moment to calm myself so that my next words don't come with tears. "If it means anything to you, you've always made me feel safe…and happy" unwillingly a tear fell down my cheek. Bruno's face lit up and an honest, catharsic like smile appeared on his lips.

"It means…it means a lot…what you've said means everything to me." he said with voice shakier than I've ever heard it.

My heart melted I removed my one hand from his and placed it gently on his shoulder. Then I took my other hand from his grasp and went in for a hug. His eyes widened in disbelief as I slowly closed the distance between us. I held him gently and rested my head on his shoulders. At first he didn't even move. He inhaled deeply and slowly wrapped both his arms around me, very uncertainly, I could feel how his body shook slightly. After a few moments he got used to it and tightened his grip, anxiously, like he never wanted to let go. It made me so happy. Now both of our bodies were so close that I could feel his heartbeat. At first I mistook it for my own because of how fast it was beating.

I started caressing his back gently and he leaned in more and buried his head between my neck and shoulder. After holding him and caressing him for some time I felt something wet hit my shoulder, his tears. His tight grip let me know that he didn't want to let go. We sat, holding each other in silence. His breathing became calmer and deeper. While still holding me firmly he moved his hand across my back. I felt his fingers run up and down my spine. I leaned in even more and held his head, keeping it in my neck, feeling his breath and gently playing with his smooth hair. He let out a quiet hum. I listened to the rain falling and his heartbeat along with his unsteady breath.

Suddenly thunder struck and I flinched again almost jumping from where I was sitting. Bruno and I cracked up laughing and pulled apart from our hug while still laughing.

"Thank you, bella" he said.

"No problem, Signore" I answered and giggled again. He smiled at me warmly and pinched my cheek.

He then took my hand, noting me to stand up "We should go upstairs now. Go take a shower and I'll wait for you. I'll pick us a movie to watch."

He walked me to the bathroom that was next to his bedroom. I went in and started taking a shower. His bathroom is very well kept and clean, after all I was the one who maintained it. As I washed myself my mind couldn't stop wandering. My heart was still racing as my thoughts kept coming back to Bruno. I quickly finished my shower, feeling all clean and fresh. I grabbed a towel that Bruno gave me and started drying myself. That's when I realized that he didn't give me any clothes. After a few seconds of myself getting too embarrassed I collected the courage to wrap myself in the towel and opened the bathroom door just enough to slip my hand through.

"Um…Signore what should I wear". Suddenly the realization had struck him and he started laughing nervously and quickly stood up from the bed and went to his closet. Soon he handed me his shirt, while his head was turned away from me in respect.

"I'm sorry this is the only thing I have that fits you. Its probably big enough to fit you like a dress" he said still embarrassed. I took it and got dressed. I slowly got out of the bathroom. Bruno was putting a movie on and when he noticed me a smile appeared on his face

"I'm glad the shirt fits you so perfectly" then he patted the spot next to him on the bed "Come here" he said. I chuckled and sat down. He put on a movie, it was a romance. I looked at him surprised and raised my eyebrows. He closed his eyes in embarrassment and smiled. I chuckled in response

"Its alright, we'll watch that."

"Its an old movie, I'm sorry if you don't like movies like this, if you want to I can change it" he said, almost flustered, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"No, no, If you like it I would love to see it" I said and gave him a smile. He put his arm around my shoulder, like a gentleman. The movie began, it was a black and white one with classy and calming music, the lights were off. I started getting more nervous since I was in Bruno's bed with his arm around my shoulder. I wasn't even sure what it meant. My heart started beating even faster than before. My body felt very stiff as I tried relaxing into his embrace. I tried not to let him see how nervous I was, because I didn't want him to move his hand. I could hear my heartbeat.

Suddenly a loud thunder strike brought me back to reality from my daydreaming. I jumped and gasped, completely caught off guard. Bruno's hand dragged me closer to him, right into his embrace. I looked at him surprised.

"Is it better like this?" he asked in his deep voice with a gentle smile.

I nodded, still taken aback. He than placed me in a more comfortable position. He brought me between his legs, almost but still not sitting in his lap. His left arm slipped from my shoulder slowly to my waist while he gently placed his right hand on my cheek. I could feel all the heat from my body rushing to my cheeks, like I had a fever. I was so happy he couldn't see them since they were completely red.

"I'm glad" he said calmly.

I was wondering if he could feel my heartbeat through his hand since it was pounding so hard. I couldn't watch the movie any more, I was simply thinking about him. How could I even go back to working for him like this didn't happen. This must mean something. I know I like him too much but he wouldn't just hold anyone like this.

His hand kept caressing me as I almost completely forgot about the movie. His hand was so gentle and the one on my waist, could he feel how my heartbeat affected my breathing, it was barely touching me, not grabbing me at all. It gave me this ticklish feeling. I wish he would grab me tighter honestly…As I was getting lost in all my thoughts about my boss not paying attention to anything around me, the movie went a little silent. The silence went on and I could feel Bruno's eyes on me. My back was leaning in his chest and what I thought was my pounding chest turned out to be his. It almost felt like our heartbeats were completely synced up.

I turned around to look at him just to see that I was right, his eyes were fixed on me. His pupils were wide, he was looking at me intensely, and didn't look away when I turned. His gaze shifted on my own eyes. He looked at me deeply, I could almost describe it as hungry. Something sparked in his eyes the moment I turned and I couldn't look away either. His hand that was caressing my cheek now tightened, as well as his hand on my waist.

He lowered his gaze onto my lips, and after a few seconds he looked at my eyes again, slightly softening his expression and very slightly rising his eyebrows as if asking for permission. It felt hypnotizing, I simply leaned in slightly more into his gentle yet passionate touch and by a few millimetres brought my face closer to his. He looked at me even more heatedly. With his hand that was on my cheek he lowered his thumb and placed it on my lower lip and pressed softly.

I was almost shaking from excitement, my breath deepening, following Bruno's lead. Bruno deeply inhaled and looked me in the eyes once more, parting my lips with his thumb, then lead my body closer to him by the waist.

I closed my eyes and felt his lips press on mine gently, he then pulled away but was still close enough that we could feel each others breath on our skin. I kept my eyes closed and his finger was still touching my lips, reminding me of the feeling of having his lips on mine. He closed the distance and his lips were once again on mine. Very softly for a few seconds, then he pressed harder, he held my waist more roughly, and pressed my body completely on his. I parted my legs so I could sit in his lap where he placed me. I put my hands on his bare chest. He used his finger to open my mouth a little wider and slipped his tongue in. I moaned into the kiss, this time he wasn't holding back.

I felt myself getting lost in the feeling of his passionate kiss. I couldn't keep still, it felt like I was melting under his kiss and touch. I quivered and slid my hips across his lap. That's when I felt something hot and stiff under me. I whimpered at the feeling of it, and surprise. He kissed me more deeply and groaned. His hands couldn't keep still on my body. He lowered his hand from my waist to my ass and gripped hard. With his other hand he grabbed my hair making me pull away from the kiss, exposing my neck. I could feel his hot breath there.

"I wanted this for such a long time, angelo mio" his words tickled the skin of my neck. All I could think of saying is I love you, but I didn't want to say it just yet, so in response I only moaned. He looked at me closely while caressing my back and nape and then kissed my neck softly, only with his lips a few times before biting me. It would definitely leave a mark.

With his hand he went under my shirt and brushed my stomach and waist, slowly bringing it up. With every single brush of his fingers against my skin, mixed with the sensation of his teeth on my neck I made some sort of noise, a moan, a whimper, I couldn't keep silent any more."Ah Bruno…" I moaned.

"Yes, amore mio" he replies, his voice deep and rugged. His hand moving onto my breast, squeezing gently, before making a circle with his finger around my nipple. I moaned and he kissed me again. He started sliding both of his hands up, moving my shirt along with them

"May I?" he asked cautiously. "Please" I replied eagerly. With my approval he took of my shirt completely. After slowly and carefully taking my shirt off, making sure to savour every moment, every part of my body that he is uncovering, he looked mesmerized. He took a moment to look at me. Delicately he came closer and kissed my shoulder while having his hand on my back for support. He trailed kisses from my shoulder up to my neck and when his lips came closer to my ear he whispered

"Sei cosi bella". It gave me goosebumps. With his hand on my back he gently laid me down on the bed. He placed his hand on mine and kissed me again, only softly pressing his lips on mine. He was still holding back. He sat next to me on the bed and took his hand, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before dragging his fingers gently down my whole body. While doing so he said serenely

"You're tense, take a deep breath. We can stop anytime you want. Just please…rilassati per me" (Relax for me). I did as he said, I took a deep breath and tried to relax.

"I can't, Bruno. For too long I've been longing for this" I replied to him, sincerely. I noticed the widening in his eyes, he tried to process what I said. Quickly he came back to this moment and looked at me reassuringly

"I'll give you everything" he said. When his hand, that was slowly dragging along my body, reached my hip, it stopped. He glanced at me before looking down between my legs. His hand started moving again from my hip to my thigh and then closer. He touched me tenderly, as if to see my reaction. When I felt his hand my breath hitched. I almost started shaking from anticipation. He noticed and for the first time touched me properly. His hand moved tenderly in circles. I let out a breathy moan. He started going a bit faster

"Don't worry, I'll take it slow".

"I want you" I moaned eagerly already getting worked up, without having anything inside of me yet. He kept touching me where I was sensitive the most. The sensation almost too much. He sensed that I enjoyed it. I was already starting to lose myself, my breathing became faster and uneven, my chest rising and falling, so he dragged his finger lower. He earned a surprised moan from me.

"May I?" he whispered and I immediately nodded. He carefully dragged his finger around my wet entrance. My whole body was begging for him. Slowly, he inserted only the tip of his finger. Than, while looking at me in the eyes he inserted the rest, bit by bit. His fingers were long and slim, very elegant. He took care of them so they were smooth. When he finally inserted it entirely I let out a loud whine. "Ah Signore" I felt it deeply.

"Does it feel good?" he asked, sounding proud. "Mhmmm" I moaned in response. He started moving it. The pace was not rough nor slow, but it definitely was a teasing one. It felt amazing, too much, too good, but not enough to satisfy, only to leave you longing for more. I was anticipating every time he would insert it back deeper before pulling it out slightly, just to bury it deep within me and hit the right spot.

My body was moving on its own, followed by all the whimpers. Without realizing what I was doing, I grabbed Bruno's free hand and held it tightly. His eyes looked at me with care.

"Oh Angelo mio" he said quietly before lowering himself to kiss me, without changing the pace. He pulled away but kept his face above mine closely, looking in my eyes, almost like looking at my very soul. "Do you need more?" he asked. I was too focused on his eyes and the pleasure

"Signore…yes…yes please". He added one more finger, stretching me out a little more. It felt amazing, just enough that I needed, but only for short time before my lust grew and I needed even more.

He started fingering me even faster, leaving me panting. I held his hand tightly while getting lost in pleasure.

"Così adorabile" he murmured and suddenly took his fingers out. He looked at me intensely and moved away from me, from my side to in front of me. He was sitting but now he started lowering his head. He stopped between my legs. While keeping an eye contact he kissed my thigh and parted my legs with his hand. He trailed kisses to my inner thigh. He closed his eyes and bit me. He kept kissing that spot and softly sucking. Then he lifted his head and slowly got closer. He licked teasingly at first. After I got used to it he started his own pace. I was gripping the sheet. The feeling was very gentle, his tongue kept working on me smoothly. He started licking the same spot, the one he noticed I liked the best. The pleasure was overwhelming, unbearable for me to keep still. I suddenly, grabbed him by his hair hard and dragged him even closer, burying his head between my legs. He let out a deep muffled out grunt and held me by my thighs, digging his fingers in my skin. I threw my head back as he started going faster. He was so focused on pleasing me, it felt like it was pleasing for him too. From time to time he would glance at me hungrily. Not only was it not enough for me, but also for him. All the nervousness left me and he wasn't holding back. He looked at me with such intense hunger and pulled away.

"Sit on my face" he suddenly said.

I looked at him surprised "Signore?" I asked confused.

"Cara mia, don't hesitate" he gave me an approving smile and took my hands, putting me in a sitting position. Than, while still holding my hands, he laid down and pulled my hands to him, encouraging me to move on top of him. I cautiously sat and he immediately let go of my one hand while still holding the other and grabbed me by the hips, bringing me even closer before he started again, even more passionately. I had to get hold of the headboard to keep myself stable. It felt even better like this and it wasn't long before I started moving my hips on my own, which made both of us enjoy it more. He was getting into it more, working his tongue harder, sliding all over my sensitive parts. He kept holding my hand, making my heart swell with love.

"Aaah Bruno it feels so good" I moaned and he fiercely kept going. His tongue crossed my entrance which reminded me of the fullness I felt earlier and how much I missed it. I wanted him inside of me right there. "Ah Signore I can't…aaah…I can't keep up like this any more… ah I need more" I pleaded. He let himself enjoy it for a few seconds longer before pulling away. I let go of his hand and got off him. He sat up and held me by the waist.

"Bella…you want me so much". I looked at him before my glance fell to his pants. He placed his fingers on the hem of his pants and slipped them inside as if he is going to take them off. I slightly bent to reach him and slid my fingers next to his while looking at his eyes cautiously to see if he was okay with it. He started pulling his pants down slowly and I did too, along with his underwear, revealing his crotch. It was big, like I expected from when I felt it against me earlier. His pants were gone and now both of us were naked. We sat in a few moments of silence. This is the first time I saw Bruno without clothes and it only made my desire grow. I wanted to know how it felt like. I realized that I've been staring so I told him sweetly

"Signore…can I do the same for you?". He took my chin in his hands and kissed me passionately but shortly. He put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me down, on the floor.

"On your knees" he whispered and I kneeled if front of him. With his hand on my chin he guided me upwards and gave me another, more intense kiss. He pulled away and started bringing me lower. I followed his lead and my head was between his legs. He caressed my chin while I was looking in his eyes with anticipation and desire. He placed his hand that was on my chin in my hair and slowly started directing my head towards his cock. My lips were just centimetres away from it. He brought his finger to my lips and parted them, all while I looked at him eagerly. With my lips parted he placed his finger inside my mouth, exploring it for a few seconds, teasing me, making me want it even more. And I was sure he could tell just how much I wanted him by the look of his eyes. I closed my mouth and started sucking on his finger, seductively.

"Mia dolce ragazza" he praised and took his finger out of my mouth. Again he parted my lips, but now brought them to his cock. My mouth touched it and I could hear his breath hitch in anticipation. All the while he was pleasuring me, we paid no attention to his needs, so he was extremely pent up. I gave his tip a teasing lick and he inhaled sharply. His hands started playing with my hair. I wrapped my lips around it without putting it in my mouth yet. He gave me a stern look and pushed my head further, making me take his tip. I sucked on it only slightly. I had to open my mouth wider so I could take it in. I started moving my head up and down, further from the tip, still not halfway through it. Bruno moaned and brushed his fingers gently through my hair. The intense look in his eyes told me he wanted more. I took it further and went back again with only his tip in my warm mouth before quickly lowering my head even further.

"Proprio così, mia dolce ragazza" (Just like that my sweet girl). The sweetness of his voice made me moan, sending vibrations to his cock. He grunted and tucked my hair behind before pushing me deeper. Wanting to please him more I moved my head faster, paying attention to every detail. I sucked in my cheeks making the inside of my mouth tighter, applying more pressure to it and swirling my tongue. A deep groan escaped his lips. My jaw started hurting from his size, but I kept going with the same pace, eager to please him.

I closed my eyes, but quickly I heard Bruno say "Open your eyes, bella, I want you to look at me". I opened my eyes and looked into his, innocently gazing up at him. I was taking a little more than half of it and I could feel it hit the back of my throat. I wondered how it would feel inside of me. With those thoughts I forced myself to take more, struggling to keep the pace and to keep taking that much. I gagged at the size and my eyes filled with tears. They streamed down my cheeks while I was choking on it, looking up at Bruno with glassy eyes. Noticing me struggling He pulled me away by my hair. On my knees I coughed and he caressed my cheek, wiping away my tears. He placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Take it easy, amore mio" he said as he pulled me closer, to his chest, while still keeping me kneeling. Then gently while keeping his hands on my skin, like a soft brush, brought his one hand on my face and the other on my back. I leaned my face against his chest and stayed like that for a few moments, peacefully until my breathing calmed. He took my face in front of him and tenderly kissed my forehead "Good girl". We looked at each other, full of love and anticipation.

"I just want to please you, Signore" I said softly. He cupped my cheeks.

"I know, angelo mio" he whispered before lowering my head again. I didn't hesitate to wrap my soft lips around it. After taking half of it in my mouth I took his hands and placed them firmly on my head, noting him that I want him to guide me.

"I will" he said and held my head securely. His arms gently pushed me further and back. He kept the pace he liked and I relaxed and kept my lips around it while adjusting to the size and rhythm. After few minutes of sucking it like that, with small breaks he gave me, I got used to it. He guided me to take it whole. I felt it deeply inside my throat and whimpered at the feeling.

"Just like that" he said breathlessly. I deep-throated him, as he wished, gagging from time to time. "Keep breathing. Relax your jaw." he told me calmly. His eyes tried staying on mine but he would look up in pleasure and grip my hair tighter when it would hit the back of my throat. Biting his lip and moaning. I could feel it twitching inside my mouth. Shortly after which he pulled away carefully.

"You were perfect" he praised while stroking my cheek. His finger slid under my chin and he pulled me up to kiss me deeply. That turned into a long, passionate and needy kiss.

He took me in his lap while kissing me, and laid both of us down, with me on top. Our kisses were getting sloppier and our breath more rapid. I lowered my face to kiss his neck and gave him bites from time to time, after which every time his breath hitched. After a few minutes he pushed me and turned us around, making himself on top. His lips were sealed on mine, his hand trailing over my chest. I felt him pinch my nipple. A moan escaped my lips which made him deepen the kiss. Tracing his hand lower he made his way toward my thigh. Sighing at the sensation of his warm, gentle fingers I allowed him to part my legs.

Continuing to kiss me passionately I felt his dick on my skin not yet at the entrance. My moan of desire was swallowed by the increasing intensity of the kiss. He broke away from the kiss, looked at me with heavy lids in a drunk like state, took my hand in his and kissed the inside of my wrist. Then he positioned himself at my entrance. He smiled at me reassuringly and I gave him an approving nod, inhaling sharply. I've been awaiting this. I needed to feel him inside. An anxious feeling arose in my chest, worrying because of his size. Slowly the pressure on my entrance turned into a sharp pain, making me grip the sheet and let out a loud high pitched moan. Bruno's expression was one of satisfaction, his heavy lids closed before his eyes suddenly opened from hearing the pained moan and became worried. He took my hand in his, entangling our fingers. Taking advantage of my open mouth, his lips were immediately sealed on mine. He pushed a few more centimetres in, making me scream and held his hand tighter. My other hand placed on his shoulder, holding him sweetly. Separating his lips from mine he said lovingly

"Does it hurt?". "Mhm" and a whimper was all I could produce in response.

"Oh Angelo mio" his whole demeanour softened, but he still had that same pleasured look plastered over his face. "You will feel good soon" he said caringly "As I said before we can stop anytime you want".

My eyes looked at him pleadingly, with my eyebrows knitted and mouth open "Please don't stop, Signore". He chuckled in response and kissed my forehead. "Just hold my hand" I told him desperately.

"I will, bella" he said with a sincere smile. Inserting the whole tip in he inhaled sharply and then groaned. His eyes closed again, biting his lip at the feeling of the pressure. A beautiful sight that made me clench and him moan.

"Ah…bella don't do this to me". I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Unable to resist he pushed himself deeper, making me whimper. I could feel him stretching me. He let out a grunt and went even deeper. "I'm more than half way in, bella" he whispered in my ear. I whimpered.

"Signore"."You can take it" he said reassuringly and went deeper. From his face I could tell how careful he was with every move and how he savoured every moment, enjoying it fully, relishing every sensation, from every inch he buried in me. He did not only wait for me to adjust but let himself take delight in every second, intensely watching my reactions. I found myself clinging to him, he held me like I was so precious, moaning softly.

"Oh, angelo mio" from time to time. He finally moved into me entirely. I felt it so deep, more than I thought I could take. I screamed again and my eyes rolled back, my nails dig into his shoulder, contrary to my previous gentle touch.

"Ah mmm Signore". He let out a deep moan and couldn't keep calm so he rested his head on my neck.

"That's it, bella" he whispered, tickling my skin with his breath. He moved his hips a few inches away from me until he was halfway out, stopping there. The warmth of his hands gently pressed on my cheeks. “Can I move, tesoro?” he asked tentatively. His raspy voice echoing throughout the room, quiet enough so only our sweet moans, eager breaths even could be heard. His tone enough to make me desperate. I nodded in agreement but from the look in my eyes alone he could tell that the answer was yes.

I managed to utter the words “Yes, Signore” making him grunt in exhilaration, lids widen. From my words I felt his twitch inside me, making me involuntarily whine. I grabbed one of his hands on my cheek, reminding him of my request. “Please be gentle” I added nervously. His smile was wide, his whole body trembling in excitement.

He didn't waste time and immediately thrusted back in entirely, before pulling out half way. He started with a steady but strong pace. Every time he pushed inside it would make me feel overwhelmed. In that blissed out state I let put an uncontrolled whimper the moment he buried himself inside me, before repeating it again and again. I started feeling dazed, my mind filling with fog and the only thing I knew then was him and the immense pleasure he was giving me with every thrust. I almost forgot to breathe. My eyes couldn't focus. He too was almost out of his mind, looking up, eyes rolling, getting high off my every moan, every sound I would incoherently make. His foggy eyes would look down at me before closing them shut, unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of my tightness and warmth.

”Mia dolce ragazza” he whispered, “Amore mio, Angelo mio, sei cosi perfetto, cosi bella, cosi affascinante. Ti amo bella, mio grazioso angelo, ti amo carina” he repeated incoherently, in a drunken like state “Ti amo” he continued whispering. This state of mind made him instinctively grab my thighs fervently, possessively, spreading them, keeping them apart and allowing him to go even deeper and increase his pace. It was still not fast nor rough, but pervaded with burning passion. He moaned loudly, consumed by pleasure. “Ti amo” he mumbled again. In a muddled state, trembling beneath him I managed to answer, voice shaky

“Ah Bruno…I love you too” before my mind went blank. My body convulsed from his intense pounding, my belly and chest going up and down from my heavy breathing. Every time I felt him hit that spot deep inside my legs twitched. Noticing that he buried his fingers in my skin, leaving deep marks. Extending my hand I brushed my fingers along his chest, wanting to be closer to him.

With a wide smile he raised his head, looking up now thrusting more passionately with quiet moans. He glanced at my hands, brushing his palms all the way from my thighs to my hand before gently grabbing it and pulling it to his lips, kissing it. He then grabbed my wrists in a light hold and bent over me, our chests touching. He kissed me deeply, slowing his pace while doing so, I let out a muffled moan to which he responded with a soft one of his own. Pulling away from the kiss he shuffled his arms to my back, fully embracing me, continuing again with his previous vigorous pace. With the returned intensity I wrapped my legs around him. Touching our foreheads together we looked at each other, lovesick, completely enamoured with one another.

“Signore” I whined between moans without looking away. “Keep looking at me, angelo mio” he said breathlessly. “You're so beautiful, signore” I responded my voice full of adoration.

He smiled and chuckle which soon turned into a moan, holding my body tighter, like wanting to combine us into one. It felt like he was going even deeper, if that was possible. “I love you” I uttered against his lips my eyes glassy like tears are about to fall any moment.

“Anch'io ti amo” he moaned, lowering his head to my neck, sprinkling kisses on it. The combined sensations of him inside of me and his soft pecks made me tremble. I felt his teeth scrape against my tender skin causing shivers down my spine.

“More, signore” I pleaded stretching my neck to give him more access. With that he enthusiastically sunk his teeth into me, fulfilling my wish. The tingling pain caused the tears in my eyes to overflow, trailing down my cheeks. My fingers ran through his hair, gripping him tightly, pushing his head deeper into my neck simultaneously leaning into him. He let out a deep groan sending vibrations to my skin. All the combined sensations of pain and pleasure made me yearn for more. I couldn't take it any more. I started moving my hips to meet his, greedily trying to get more friction, my moans getting louder and more needy. He bit down harder, sucking on the same spot. Making sure to leave a mark while thrusting, now harder and sloppier.

“Oh carina, you want me so much” he whispered into my neck in a deep, teasing voice.

“Bruno…” I cried out, my whole body and mind focused on feeling him more.

Swiftly he tightened his hands and I felt myself being lifted. Without pulling out he placed me right onto his lap, holding me securely. His eyes watched me, completely mesmerized, looking at me deeply, taking a few seconds to appreciate the beauty of my face, eyes, lips, then looking down at my body with that same look that he often gave me when we were alone together. Only this time not hiding his passion.

Bending his head to trace kisses on my bruised and now more sensitive neck and my chest, he held me possessively but tenderly at the same time, continuing his appreciation. I wasted no time and lifted myself before slamming back down with his head leaning against my chest. The room was now increasingly filling with more and more heated moans. In my desire of wanting him closer, wanting him more my hips instinctively moved faster, my body at limit. I tried taking more and more,slamming myself onto his hips, feeling myself getting overstimulated and swallowed up by my desire. Mindlessly going up and down, not minding the pain that I would feel every time my hips met his, hearing his sweet grunts only making me try more. I could hear my voice get increasingly louder from soft moans to intense cries.

“More aah more please more” I repeated breathlessly, like in a different state of mind. Bruno, noticing me getting too impatient, grabbed my hips firmly, holding them still, not allowing me to move, depriving me of the friction that I needed more than anything in the moment. However, the position he held my hips in, all the way down to his, was one of me taking his whole length, feeling his tip touch my cervix. Not being able to move away I let out a whimper. It was too much and at the same time too little. My body started shaking. I tried moving myself up, however his strong arms held me in place.

He lifted his head to meet my eyes “Don't be so hasty, I want this to last longer” he whispered, still it somehow sounded like an order.

Whining quietly I nodded, completely at his mercy. His arms lifted me carefully just to bring me down again, with the same gentleness. Attentively he made love to me, without his gaze straying away from my eyes. He wouldn't look away from me, keeping his piercing eyes on mine the whole time. I couldn't take it any more and looked away, instead opting to look at his chest, avoiding his glance. Quickly he trailed one hand to my chin, grabbing it with his thumb and forefinger, and returned my head to its former position, making me face him again.

“Don't be so shy, bella. Look at me.” he ordered me in a raspy tone. I unwillingly looked at him with heavy lids, feeling embarrassed even though there was nothing to hide away from any more. He continued moving my hips slowly while keeping the intense eye contact though his eyes could hardly focus from the pleasure. At that moment it was like time stopped, it was just us, feeling each other, letting his hands control my hips, my movements, pace, making me feel every inch, every detail of him going in and out, hitting my deepest parts. He leaned his face against mine, nuzzling me.

“I love you so much, bella” he said tenderly and kissed me slowly without giving me time to say it back.

He started speeding up bit by bit, carefully watching my reaction. Although I liked feeling him slowly making love to me, I was glad he started picking up his pace. With his increasingly faster rhythm my moans started getting louder. I clung to him, my arms embracing him, wanting to be closer and to hold onto something.

“Here, bella” he gently moaned and sped up again. Losing my composure I buried my head between his neck and shoulder and bit hard to hold back the sounds that still inevitably escaped my mouth. I whimpered into his skin, trying to match his now harsh pace. The harder he went the more I started losing myself, my body giving out, becoming limp in his embrace. Lost in pleasure he continued thrusting roughly for a few minutes holding my exhausted body.

Noticing that I couldn't keep my body up he placed me back on the bed, hovering over me, adjusting the pillows, placing one under my lower back.

“Thank you, signore” I said in a shaky voice. He didn't reply, instead he started thrusting roughly again with a pleased smile. I screamed, tears streaming down my face, which he kissed away.

“Please hold me, signore” I pleaded between my loud moans. Immediately, he fulfilled my request, holding me, putting his arms across my back. I felt myself going back and forth with the force of his thrusts, throwing my head back, giving him access to my neck which he latched onto, alternating between soft kisses and harsh bites. With each and every movement he got faster, rougher, hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

“Bruno…” I uttered his name in my now raspy, hoarse voice, digging my nails in his shoulders. He growled at my broken moan or maybe it was the feeling of my fingers gripping him. I couldn't tell any more. My mind only focused on feeling of him inside me, of his kisses, of his warm hands firmly on my body, I could only focus on Bruno. He rested his head next to mine, his heavy breaths falling onto my ears, his movements getting uneven. I realised that he was getting close and so was I. There was a pressure building up inside. I started moving my hips, trying to feel more, get over the edge. With my moans and movements getting needier he noticed how much I needed a release, and he too let himself go, allowed himself to be more unreserved.

“I'm close, bella”

"Me too Signore…ah I can't…" I was barely able to speak let alone to form a sentence. All that was left in the room were needy and loud moans, getting more intense and a few words mumbled, a clapping sound skin to skin getting faster and faster. I held onto him tighter, like my life depended on it, and he returned it with the same passion. I could feel that with every movement he hit my sweet spot and held me so comforting as I let out cries and moans into his shoulder

"Ah bella, that's it…ngh come" he whispered. And like every time, I obeyed, letting an overwhelming feeling wash over me while his every thrust sent me over the edge and forced me to stay longer in this feeling. I whined and moaned loudly, incoherently, tightening around him before he himself couldn't keep it any more and followed up with his own release.

He groaned deeply "Ah angelo mio, may I?" while uncontrollably thrusting into me.

"Please Signore…please" I whispered, completely surrendering to the feeling. He came inside, moaning and whimpering at every thrust. It was like the time stopped for me and I could feel everything.

After we both finished we stayed like that, holding each other, completely tangled, he was still inside and both of us were breathing heavily against each other's ears. He laid on top of me, holding onto me like I was the most precious thing. We laid like that in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying one another's warmth before he lifted his head just above mine and moved his hand on my cheek "Bella" he said, every letter and every look from his eyes full of love, if I didn't know him for so long I would've thought that he might start crying from how glossy his eyes were.

"Did you like it?" he asked. All I could do was eagerly nod and kiss him passionately on the lips.

"I love you Signore" I said, all the pent up emotions coming through my words.

"I love you too angelo mio" he said lovingly. " And please, call me Bruno" he chuckled.

"I love you so much, Signore Bruno" I told him.

He chuckled again, his eyes full of happiness "Mia dolce ragazza" he said before kissing me.

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i feel like typing some feels idk. ignore this lol it's probably not interesting at all. so last night i dreamed that i was going through/decluttering everything in my childhood bedroom. a few nights ago i also dreamt that i was redecorating that same childhood bedroom. this morning i woke up feeling really sad and nostalgic because it's something i never got to actually do.

when i was 17, in 2010 right after high school, i left that childhood house where i lived with my mom, younger sister, and (ex) step father. i moved in with my beloved grandparents for my first year of college. i don't remember the moving at all actually, only the last conversation i had with him the night before (where he said he loved me and would always think of me as his daughter and that i was welcome back anytime). all i remember is that i packed some things i wanted with me there (my grandparents live almost 2 hours away from my hometown). my mom and sister remained there for a few months until my mom was finally able to buy a house for us (we were living in his house since 1998).

my ex step father was/is (idek anymore) an alcoholic and he was very abusive, mostly verbally, and mostly towards me. mostly because i was (still am) fat. he bullied me my entire childhood because i was a fat kid. it was quite horrible at times, like stopping him from going to kill my dad with his hunting guns while barefoot outside in the rain at 13 years old. like him throwing an axe in my computer screen (a big fat one from the late 00s lol) because my teenage self didn't want to do the dishes right away (my sister and i handwashed the dishes every single day, he of course never did). like him putting my school book for homework in my bowl of ice cream (dessert that he bought!) and getting it all dirty and wet (i don't remember how i explained that at school yikes). stuff like that. he never got physical towards us at least. but it was always verbal abuse and mind games like that. i'm so glad my sister avoided a lot of that (she wasn't fat), but i know it must have been so difficult for her too to live in that household. and for my mom as well, who was working so hard for us. she was a victim too. she worked night and evening shifts for a bit, so there are a few things she didn't witness. things i will never tell her cause she already carries such heavy guilt about "putting us in that situation" (her words). i didn't know at the time, but now we've had some talks about it and i know she was severely depressed and on multiple meds. she had no money because my dad ruined her credit when they were still together. anyway that's a whole ass other story lol

so yeah when i was in my senior year i knew i had to think of an escape plan. when college applications time came around, i applied to a school near where my grandparents live and moved there. i had to, for my mental health. that was hands down one the best year of my life and i am so grateful to them. also grateful my mom was able to get me a cheap used car (a 2000 pontiac sunfire, iykyk) so i could be more independent as i reached adulthood. when my mom and sister moved to my mom's house, they packed some of my things, like a few plushies and some clothes, but that's about it. we were supposed to go back there and pack our other belongings. we were welcomed there. my ex step dad didn't hate us. he knew he made mistakes, he knew his disease (the alcoholism) was what drove us away. he wasn't a bad man when he was sober, but as time went on under his roof, he was only sober when he was working. i moved back in with my mom and sister after that first year away and we stayed there for 2 years until my sister and i moved in together for 3 years when i was in film school.

anyway yeah. i feel weird today. i am mourning all the toys and clothes and books and trinkets and memories i never got to keep because i left so fast and never went back like i was supposed to. even some vhs tapes of my sister and i as kids remained there when my mom left not long after me and it saddens me. we were always supposed to go back for our things because it ended "amicably" (in his mind, i guess), but we never had the nerves and courage to go back. i have regrets about that now, but at least that dream was a bit healing. and at least i had an "escape plan". many people don't so i'm glad i did.

i know there are much worse things in life than not having much physical things left from your childhood. i know that. people lose their homes all the time. but i'm still sad about it i guess. even if it's been close to 15 years.

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Blueberry Sugar

Chapter 1: Not Exactly a First Meeting

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Marinette busted her ass all day every day and no one could deny that. Having it be your parents diner and all, you'd think that would mean you could slack off sometimes. Marinette? No way. She put 100% of herself into this job regardless of what was thrown at her. She always said, "Being a waitress isn’t for the faint of heart". Between the teenagers that try not to pay, couples who fight, and old people who think they're entitled to free food because she got their order wrong -which she totally didn't do but whatever- it was hard to keep a smile on all day. Mari managed. And truth be told, the only thing that kept her going was her school. Every paycheck she got, most of it went towards her tuition. After all, the best fashion school in Paris wasn't cheap. Sure, balancing classes and shifts at the diner and superhero work is a pain in the ass. But if she could just break into the industry, this would all be worth it. All the disaster tables she had to clean, every child throwing food on the floor, and all the awkward old men hitting on her would all pay off. Don't get her wrong, being Ladybug is a dream come true and all, but it doesn't pay the bills.

So in the meantime, her home is DC's diner.

Her long hair was pulled into a large bun on top of her head, bright red ribbon keeping it in place. She smiled at the young woman in front of her as she paid her bill and left the diner. The second the door closed she dropped her smile and her head, leaning across the counter.

"Alyaaaaaa, I'm dead."

Her friend laughed from across the room.

"You and me both. Look at this mess. What's with kids throwing food everywhere? I think I stepped in macaroni."

Marinette perked up and examined the bottom of her own shoes.

"Gross."

After Alya was done cleaning the floor and Marinette had finished wiping countertops and tables, Alya took off her apron and said goodbye to her friend. Mari always stayed late to close up, partially because she's the only one that her parents trust to do it, and partially because she liked the quiet after a long day of noise.

As she said goodbye to the cooks and started counting the register, she heard the chime of the front door opening. Not looking up from the money, she called to whoever walked in.

"Sorry but our cooks just left. We're closing up."

"Awe man, I heard you guys have the best pie here. I was aching to get my claws on some."

Marinette's eyes whipped up to see big shoulders, blonde hair and cat ears.

"O-oh! Chat Noir!"

She quickly stuffed the money back in the register to count later. Fixing her uniform and hair, she motioned for him to sit at the counter. What was he doing here? Did he find her out? She thought he'd gave that up years ago. They haven't talked about secret identities in forever. Did he follow her here? He's supposed to be on patrol right now.

"We still have some left. What kind would you like?"

His eyes grew as he sat on the stool in front of the pie shelf.

"Blueberry, of course. Gotta start with the classics."

He flashed her his signature smile and she had to force her eyes away before they rolled into the back of her head. She grabbed him a slice and set it in front of him.

"Hope you like it."

He took a bite and looked her in the eyes.

"This is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten."

As much as she would try to deny it, her face started to show a hint of pink. She smiled and suddenly found interest in the strings hanging from her apron.

"Thank you. They're made in house every morning. The blueberry is my favorite to make."

He planted both hands on the counter and leaned forward.

"You made this?!"

She laughed and nodded, watching him shovel a big bite into his mouth.

"I'm glad you like it."

"Oh, now I've gotta try them all. How late can you stay open?"

Marinette put a hand on her hip and pointed at the menu on the wall above her. He followed her finger to see a list of prices for the wall of pies behind her.

"Heroes only get one free slice a day. You buying?

He gave a nervous laugh and his ears bent down.

"Oh. I forgot my wallet at home."

She crossed her arms and smiled.

"Sorry, Mr Noir. Our pies get donated to charity every night, and as far as I can tell, you're not needy." She gently poked his chest as she spoke, a little surprised with how firm it was. Was he flexing?

"You donate your pies? That's really nice."

She turned back to counting the money in the cash register to avoid his gaze.

"Yeah. We always have leftovers and it's not right to throw them away. We take them to the nearby community center and they're given to people that are struggling."

He looked at her as she closed the register and then scribbled on a piece of paper. She ripped it off and slid it over to him.

He picked it up to see an address.

"Feel free to swing by sometime. I'm sure they'd love to meet the famous Chat Noir."

He smiled and tucked the paper into his bell.

"I just might take you up on that, Miss-" he leaned in to read her name tag.

"Marinette."

Her heart skipped a beat when her civilian name fell out of his mouth. This was weird. Did she like hearing that? Surely not. He was annoying. A good partner? Yes. But still annoying. Why did she invite him to the community center? They shouldn't have contact as civilians. It's dangerou-

"Are you here every day?"

She realized she'd been standing there silent and nervously flashed him a smile.

"Uh, yeah. Just about."

"Well, it looks like I just found my new favorite pie place."

He walked to the door and waved as he extended his staff. He placed it on the ground and put one foot on the side of it.

"Goodnight Marinette!"

Fully extending it, he launched himself into the night sky.

Mari quickly ran over to the door and locked it, leaning her back on the door as if it would prevent him from returning.

"What was that!?"

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[pbandjesse]

Today was a really nice day. It was full of activities. And my feet hurt and I'm really glad I'm in bed now.

I slept alright last night. But when I woke up at 8 I did not want to get up. I did not want to do anything. I heard James in the kitchen mixing their cookies. I just laid quietly and it was good.

I slowly would wake up and felt pretty good when I did. I checked my email and saw some from the title company so I texted James to come ask them what we needed to do. They came and told me that they were filling out the forms and I would have to do some parts once I was up. Sounds good. I went and got dressed.

There was not much I needed to fill out. Is this your first home? Address, etc etc. It is very exciting process but it is an incredible amount of forms and pieces of paperwork and all that kind of thing.

We had a lot of tasks to do today. No rush but the plan was to leave at 10. I would finish getting ready and James made me an egg salad toasted sandwich. And I worked on my knitting. I'm very close to being finished that. But the work continues.

We left here and headed to Hampden today go to the bank to make a wire transfer for the deposit. This was scary because while we have been working at this for a little while now (realistically I know our search has been very short compared to some people's journey) but this is the first time we have actually paid any money. And neither of us have ever sent a word transfer before so it was scary!! But the man who helped us was so lovely.

He is also working towards buying a (much more expensive) house and him, and the other two people who worked there congratulated us when we were finished.

We did have to call the title company to confirm the details and James got a money order and a word transfer confused and got a little flustered but we got it all sorted and it honestly didn't take long.

I had an appointment with away at 11. But we still had time to go to the wine source and pick out fancy snacks. Originally we were getting them for each other. Then we decided we would get them for ourselves and just give them to each other. We each got a few things and we will wrap them up for each other. It was silly but it was also just nice being with my husband and buying fancy snacks.

We went to awah and it was really nice to see everyone. They had a gift for me: a candle, some cookies, and a gift card for Amazon. So sweet. We chatted about my class and what's up and the possible house and all the excitement. On top of it being the week before Christmas! Wild. A house for Christmas???

While we were out the air quality test was happening at the house. And we confirmed the home inspection tomorrow. Which means we get to go see the house. I am going to bring a tape measure so I can have a better idea of the layout and not just from memory. I will also try to get pictures and videos.

We left there and decided to go to Pepe's for lunch. You know?? Pepe's?? Fun for the whole family??? This means nothing but me and James were laughing stupidly hard about this bit and I don't want to forget how much we were laughing and having fun.

We enjoyed our lunch at the diner. And then headed home. I texted with my dad about money and saving and the budget I came up with. We will actually have some move wiggle room in our budget which is pretty sweet.

I did a lot of knitting and sewing. James wrapped gifts. It was a really nice afternoon.

I would knit and sew until 5. And at 5 I got dressed in my Kristian the American girl doll outfit. Did my hair. Got all cute.

And then it was time to go to the BMI party!

And it was such a lovely party. I had so much fun talking to everyone and telling stories. Margaret caught us in the car before we left and she grabbed a ride with us there (her husband would come later and took her home). And I just had so much fun catching up and telling stories. Me, Gaby, her friend and Adam were screaming about conspiracy theories and I got to introduce them to the concept of the hollow earth which is one of my favorite. It is legit the silliest one.

Dinner and talking was fun. There were s'mores but the little fires they had were causing so much smoke that we were very afraid the sprinklers were going to go off. Had to open all the garage doors. But I was just running around and having a great time.

I loved seeing Meril and we took pictures. Everyone thought my phone clicked was so cool and a few people borrowed it. And I promised to get a link so other people can buy their own because. I even showed Stanley's wife on her phone so they could do it themselves. She would return it when they were done and I promised James would help Stanley get one too.

The voting for best desserts was fun and the raffles were really exciting. Jessica's daughter, Sofia, was able to be awake for the party this year (she was very new last year) and we became best friends. We were holding hands and jumping. Me, her, her dad, and Jessica all held hands and jumped a whole bunch and it was very silly. I held her for a little and we spun and we were very best friends now obviously. Jessica kept saying how much she liked me and I'm like. Incredible. I love little baby Sofia.

After lots more pictures and getting to tell people about the house, James was helping to clean up and then we were heading out. Almost last ones out.

I drove us home because James had a few beers. We listened to music to loud and danced in the car and it was very silly and very fun. And when we got back here I put on another song and we danced at each other. The mood was just. Fantastic.

I grabbed a shower. Sweetp bit me on the back of my leg??? Ouch! But now we are all just cuddled up in bed. And I am ready to sleep.

I don't have to drive out to camp tomorrow. We are volunteering to wrap gifts for the Y's angel tree. And then it is time to go to the home inspection!! Ah!

I really hope it goes well. There are some things that may be wrong that are fixable but the things I don't know like the electrical or the plumbing or the roof are the concerns for me. I did get a price for home insurance and because the house has a flat roof there might be a concern about insuring it. So I went on a long search about what we would do if it needs fixing. I just want to make sure we can handle whatever it is. I will not get us in a place we can't survive. And right now we have a budget for fixes but they have to be within reason. But I know a lot and I trust myself to make the right call. Can't be wishy washy on this one.

I am going to go to sleep now. I hope you all sleep great and having a good night. Until next time!!

[whatllitbetoday]

Nope

I really didn't think I would be getting myself into this kind of trouble at my age.

I am fifty-eight, and yeah, that's not that old, but I had one love of my life (preceded by a couple of guys who I thought could be--but weren't) and when he had a heart attack three years ago I had no interest in any other romantic relationship again. I had my great romantic adventure, and I was done. Besides, I was planning on meeting up with him on the other side and continuing as before. So I'm a sap, sue me.

Nobody bothered me about it either, for the first year. The kids and I grieved and our deep scars began to knit together enough for us to look forward towards what was next. They moved out and so did I, opting for a little two-bedroom apartment. One room for me, one my yoga things and bunk beds so the kids or maybe their kids could visit. With the saving and pension intended for two people, and the equity from the house, I had enough money as long as I lived frugally.

I started growing things in pots on my patio. I walked to the library twice a week. I volunteered at an animal sanctuary. And there I met Josh.

Josh was the volunteer in charge of the large livestock animals on Wednesdays, the day I volunteered. I had a little experience with that so I was sent to help him. He had a wry sense of humor and knew what he was doing, and it was nice to make a friend. We seemed to be in the same life stage, with adult children and no partner and navigating life alone for the first time since our college days.

I talked about wanting to have someone to walk with in the early mornings, while it was still dark, and he offered. I asked around first, and heard only good things. We got to know each other and became friends.

Somehow my kids got it in their head that I was dating this man, whenever I would talk about "my friend Josh from the sanctuary." The kids started to tease me, and tell me they were glad I was happy. I just rolled my eyes and said there was no way I was bothering to date again, it was too much work. "Riiight," they said, with knowing smiles.

Later I asked myself, do I want to date Josh? Am I attracted to him? Did I want to invite another person into my life, my tidy little apartment that for the first time I could make exactly how I liked? The attention was nice, but no. I didn't. I just enjoyed having someone to get a cup of tea with after a rainy day outdoors, or who could empathize with me about watching my adult kids make mistakes and look at one moment so grown up and at another so be so young and needy.

I decided we were together too much and told him I couldn't walk in the mornings anymore, but that wasn't enough. I decided to be subtle, to talk like *of course* I'd go sky diving before I ever did anything like dating again. I talked about how I could never do *that* again, when he brought up his friend's relationship woes. We stopped by my apartment and I let him notice my twin bed, my little world set up for one permanent resident. I described the conversation with my kids where they asked when I'd get out there again and I emphatically replied "Never! One husband is enough for me."

A couple of times I thought I saw something pass over his face, but I may have been imagining it. Then he started joining in. He talked about being so glad he'd never date again. And I felt comfortable in our friendship again.

Until he began saying things like "Good thing I've got you!" And I would think, "He means as a friend, right?" And then I'd cancel coffee the next week. But as busy as I was with my porch garden and volunteering and substitute teaching and hosting Sunday dinner, it felt so good to have a friend.

One day after we'd successfully processed in a new potbelly pig (those suckers are heavier than I am) and we were having a moment of celebration after some hard work he reached out and held my hand. For a split second it felt normal and right, and then I jerked away as Ai realized the romantic implications. Can't I just enjoy human touch without it having to *mean* something? No, not like that. I think I need a cat.

I got a cat.

He asked me to go with him to his niece's wedding. I was busy. He asked me to go to the movies, but I don't enjoy the noise. He asked me to go with him and help him drive on a short road trip to take his son's furniture to his new home, after graduating college. I had to care for my new cat.

So imagine my shock when he asked me to marry him.

There was going to be a meteor shower, and a local astronomy group was having a viewing party with telescopes the public was invited to. I'd mentioned I was going and he got excited about it. When he arrives he was wearing a peacoat and dress shoes. I was in an oversized sweater, sweatpants, and a beanie. "Did you just come from a work dinner?" I asked. "You'll see," he grinned at me. I didn't care enough to pursue it.

Everyone took turns on the telescopes, and there was someone who talked about the shower and the astronomy club. A couple of kids recognizes me from teaching. It wasn't quite wrapping up, but getting towards that way, when Josh began,

"Hey Jennifer?"

"Uh-huh."

"You know, I've really appreciated our friendship this last year."

Umm..

"It was really hard being single after the divorce and living alone again and I was really lonely."

Ok, ok. "Oh I know," I smiled.

"It really made me feel like life could go on, to have something to look forward to every week. Talking to you."

This is getting kinda sappy, I thought.

"You're so smart and compassionate and always want to help people. I think being around you has made me a better person."

I opened my mouth to protest, not even sure what to say, but he gestured to me to wait.

"I know you have an absolute dread of dating ever again, you made that really clear," Whew ok that was about to get weird...

"So, because I want to spend every day with you, and so you never have to date again,"

Wait

What

No

Nonononono...

"will you marry me?" He went down on one knee, and held my hand, and looked up into my face underneath the falling stars, and there were gasps around us, and a few claps.

My mouth was stuck in an O of horror. Finally I found my voice.

"Nope," I said, and turning on my heel I booked it to my car and drove home.

I locked the door.

I made some tea.

I blocked him on my phone.

I emailed the sanctuary that I'd have to quit.

I drank the tea and had a piece of chocolate cake I'd been saving for guests and railed at the world and watched West Wing and went to bed mad.

In the morning I decided to volunteer as homework help at the library instead. And then I called my best friend, who lived two states away, and told her the whole story. After she was adequately shocked at appalled, I felt much better. Then there was a knock on my door.

I checked the peephole. It was Josh.

Well. I guess it would be responsible and mature to talk to him once, at least. He looked sad.

I opened the door and before a single thought entered my brain, the words "Why the HELL did you think that someone who doesn't want to date was just waiting for a MARRIAGE proposal?! What happened to being friends?! You are a stupid JERK!" spilled out of me. So I closed the door, just as I noticed the sad and shocked look on his face.

I locked it.

Well. Um. Whatever, that was good enough.

I went to bed and watched an entire season of West Wing with my cat lying on my chest. I had vegan ice cream for dinner and a salad for dessert and ignored my plants because I was afraid that Josh would come back to my porch.

I only saw Josh a couple of times since then, at community events, and he avoids me. I told my kids that we aren't friends anymore because he wanted to date me, and they looked surprised but didn't say much. I made a new friend at the library, Jay. She's doing a lot for the local LGBT youth. She's got some very different life experiences than me and that is refreshing. But she's got a girlfriend, so I should be safe from unwanted proposals. For now.

[staygoldsquatchling02]

advice

so, this is going to be a long post and pretty venty, if you have advice its appreciated but i just need to get this of my chest. To make a long story short really quick before I get into it, i think I'm close to cutting off my best friend of two years. If you want to know more keep reading.

In July of 2021 my parents and I decided to move away from our family in Oregon to live with my mom's best friend at the time in Nevada. For the most part it was because we needed a change of scenery and have always gravitated towards the desert having spent a few years in Arizona. The only people we knew at the time here were my mom's best friend, his 24-year-old son, and his mom. we moved in with them so we could get settled and then start looking for a place.

Living with them was hell, my mom's ex best friend was a drunk who treated everyone like trap and didn't have a job, his mom had like twenty cats and the house smelled like cat piss. The drunk spent all his money on booze instead of paying rent including money my family had given him for rent. I had even taken out a payday loan so we wouldn't get kicked out right before Christmas 2021. He was also a narcist and tried to assault my mother multiple times when my father was at work. It sucked to live with them, but I'll come back to it later.

back to friend problem. From the time we got to Nevada, I was looking for work, I finally got a job at the beginning of Augst, and I started working quickly glad to be away from the drunk. Shortly after starting work I met a new employee who was the first person i have met here my age. I introduced myself and started a friendship. We would talk all the time at work, and she was the first person at the job to know I was trans and accept me. (I was out before I just was scared to come out at new job because I didn't know how people would react)

For a while she was just a work friend and then I invited her to go see the Jujutsu Kaisen movie because I had seen it once loved it and thought she would like it. She loved it and started to really get into anime. We also started to hang out outside of work. Going to movies and the mall, just being normal 19-year-olds.

Fast forward to June of 2022, and the drunk I mentioned before had gotten evicted from the house we were staying in. I had to leave work an hour into my shift to help get my important things out of the house right away. My parents, the drunk and I spent the whole day trying to find a hotel to stay in with five dogs, and two cats. When we finally found one, I had to take out another payday loan to pay for it. After two days in the hotel, we had to condense from two rooms to just one. We had to surrender two of our dogs because they didn't get along with the drunks two dogs and that hurt a lot. But me not liking the drunk at all asked my friend if I could stay with her for a bit while we got back on our feet.

She agreed and so I moved into her spare bedroom. Now i wasn't staying there and just leaching off of her I was helping as much as I could. I was buying gas and sending her money every payday to help pay for things. I even door dashed food most nights because with our work schedule it was hard to make food at home. But she wasn't the only one I was helping, I had my own car payment and phone bill to pay so I was paying every month, and I was also giving my parents money for gas and food, because my dad had lost his job and was struggling picking up work.

When I was living with her, she had made multiple comments about how i shouldn't be supporting my parents and how they just needed to suck it up and find jobs. Mind you my mom had just broken her back, not bad enough to paralyze her but still broke her back, she also has preexisting medical conditions that make so she can't work and was in the middle of filling for social security disability. and my dad was helping her and was trying to find work.

there were other things she did that pissed me off, like if she had decided to order food for dinner, she expected me to pay her for my part even though i never made her pay me for buying her food. she would get upset with me if i forgot to close a door in the apartment, not the front door just any door, like to a bedroom or the bathroom.

eventually the things at the hotel with the drunk got really bad. My dad had accepted a job from one of his friends to drive them to Mexico and unfortunately my mom couldn't go because she lost her social security card and so she wouldn't have been able to cross back to the u.s so she stayed at the hotel with the drunk. On the second day my dad was gone I got a call from my mom at like 10pm saying that the drunk had tried to sa her and she was now spending the night sitting outside. she had called my dad and unfortunately, he was in Mexico and couldn't leave till his friends got paid and so he had to spend the night worrying for her. My uncle back in Oregon sent my mom the money for a hotel room so she was safe for the night but that was the final straw for them. When my dad got back the next day having driven straight through not stopping except for gas and food, my parents decided that they were going to drive to Oklahoma because my dad's family has land out there. They asked if I wanted to go but at the time, I just wanted to stay in Nevada where i had a job and was safe being me, knowing that my family in Oklahoma was not friendly towards the lgbtq.

My parents left like two days later and i had a mental break down. It hurt a lot for my parents to be so far away from me. I was raised as family is number one and by not going with them in my head i was abandoning them and vice versa. I was alone, none of my family was even in the same state as me, sure i had my roommate and coworkers to talk to but you have a different connection to family.

About a week after my parents left for Oklahoma, they called to tell me that Oklahoma wasn't going to work because there was no house on the land it was just a field, and they would have to get a mobile home to live there. With the realization it wasn't going to work the decided to go back to Oregon and live with my mom's mom and brother. They asked if I wanted them to come back through Nevada and pick me up on the way there but again, I thought I was better staying with my friend. I told them no and they went back to Oregon without me. This all happened around the middle of August, and I thought i was making the right choices.

When the end of September, the separation anxiety from my parents was becoming too much to deal with and I was struggling in every sense of the word. My job had gone to shit, my managers where fired and they had been like an extra pair of parents to me, one of my coworkers who I also as like a parent or weird uncle was treating me like trash, and money stress was coming up more often with the friend I was staying with because I was still helping my parents with money. So when my parents called again asking if I wanted to go back to Oregon I actually thought about it.

I had told them i had to think about it and talk to my friend about it because I didn't want to just leave her hanging like that, we had been talking about maybe getting a cheaper apartment together. When i told my friend about it she told that i was going to do what i thought was best, but she thought it was dumb. she told me I was only thinking about it because it's my family. She was right in the fact i was thinking about making my family happy, but I was also trying to make a choice that would make her happy.

Eventually I decided it was best for me to go home. I would have my family, and I would be able to see some of my friends from high school as opposed to only having the one friend. the only thing is I had told my parents not to come get me until the end of October. I did this because back in august I purchased tickets to see Panic at the disco with my friend, because they were one of our favorite bands and it would be a once in a lifetime thing. I didn't want to cancel that; it was her first concert and I wanted to experience it with her. I had them wait until the week after the concert to come get me. In the month between my choice and me going home, me and my friend did so much together. We went to rein fair, we went to a Japanese steak house, hell we even went to the only 18+ strip club in Nevada just to say we went. we had fun but we still had tension because i was leaving.

When i left she made me promise to call all the time and text all the time which I did. I tried to make it so at least once a week we spent the whole day on discord playing video games or watching anime. I tried to make it like nothing changed even if we were 800 miles apart. I didn't even realize at the time that I was making all the first moves, i was the one sending the first text I was the one asking if she wanted to do something. looking back at this situation now I'm realizing it wasn't a healthy time but more on that later.

Around a week before Christmas, i had gone out with my friends from high school and had a great time, we had lunch and i bought them each a present for having been good friends through a lot of shit i dealt with in high school. I thought we had a great time, only to find out when i got home they had blocked me on everything. my closest friends from the last six years had cut me off like i meant nothing to them. looking for support and comfort i told my only other friend, the one in Nevada. she acted like she cared that i was broken from it, but she also made comments about how if i had just stayed with her it wouldn't have hurt as bad when they blocked me, that i wouldn't have cared if i was still in Nevada. I agreed with her, but looking back now she was gaslighting me.

Fast forward to the end of January and my grandmother's health is dropping and the apartment we are all staying in is trying to find any reason to kick us out. We talked as a family and decided that it would be best for my grandmother to move to Nevada where there is a better healthcare network, and it would also benefit my mom's health. I was excited to tell, my friend i was coming back and how we could do all the things we talked about doing before, like going to pride, and going to movies again. But when I did finally call and tell her I didn't receive quite the response I was hoping for. here's a brief summary of how it went from her. "Cool I'm glad you're coming back but, what's your plan, are you getting place before you get here, are you looking for work, are you going to live with your family or are you going to live with me. if you live with me know that you can't change your mind in a month." And just a constant stream of questions. I understand that it was valid to ask but then she followed up saying it was dumb to have moved back to Oregon if i was just going to go back in a few months. She was discrediting every response i gave with "well what if your family messes up again, i can't have you move back in with me if you guys do get kicked out." it was like she is expecting my family to fail.

It only got worse when I finally got back. We got a house here in Nevada in March and packed all our stuff and came down. After about a week of being back I had fallen back to old routines of going to hang out with her all the time. I was spending every weekend at her place because I was stressed out at home. My grandma had gotten into town and was immediately taken to the hospital and even now five months later she has spent more time in the hospital than time at home, but that's beside the point. Everyone in my family was stressed the first two months because it was taking a bit of time for me to find work. Spending all my time with my friend had resulted in us coming up with the plan of getting an apartment together because my mental health was crashing living with my family.

We decided that we wanted to find a place by the end of July because that was when my friends current lease would be up. I had found a part time job at the beginning of June and was naive enough to think that it would be enough. so throughout the month of June we looked at places, I thought it was going to work out. I was wrong. As it got closer to July, I realized I wasn't going to have any money to put towards a place, the housing market is shit and a part time job was not enough to even think about getting a place. I had also started taking my adhd medication again that i had been off of for about six months. With my mental state evening out I figured out that moving out was impulsive and not the right choice at the time. Even though I figured it out I was to scared to tell my friend this.

Until one day after we had gone to look at an apartment and she came over to my house to have dinner and talk more about our plans. We spent a few hours in my room, and the whole time I couldn't help but listen to what she was saying and think damn I can't move in with this person. She wasn't talking about us getting a place she was telling me I needed to cut my family off. She told me multiple time in an hour that I needed to get a new phone plan with just me on it and stop paying for my parents phones, mind you i wasn't forced to pay for their phones I offered to get a phone plan with them because it was the easiest thing to do and they were helping me pay for it. She was also telling me that i have to force them to teach me how to drive so she won't be the only one able to drive when we get a place. (I never learned to drive because i had priorities like school and helping raise my niece and nephew.) she then started talking shit about how we use or garage for storage and not for parking our cars, and how my parents need to stop smoking so that then maybe we would have more money for food. Like i will be the first to say yes, my parents need to stop smoking, and yes it would take some stress off of getting money for food but that's not her place.

After she realized I was getting irritated with the conversation she left, and we didn't speak for a week. When we did finally speak again, she called me crying because she didn't want to lose our friendship. I believed her. I thought it was just a call to iron out our feelings. I told her how I felt that I wasn't ready to move out because of my financial situation and my mental health. I told her that i didn't want to move in with her and put her through what she went through with her last roommate. (She had moved out with a friend and two months later the friend just up and left leaving her to deal with the apartment alone.) It sounded like she understood and was grateful for me telling the truth and backing out before we got too deep. or at least i thought she was for a while.

We started talking more and watching anime again. hell, we even joined a discord server about one of our animes and have made some awesome friends online. We talk nearly every day again and I thought things were great until two weeks ago.

One of her friends that she had introduced me to that i get along with invited the both of us to go swimming and of course i agreed, i love swimming and it would be nice to get out of the house. So, we went. While at the pool I had gotten out to go to the bathroom and left them to talk. When i got back to the pool they were talking about my friend's life. they were talking about how my friend is struggling with paying her rent and how she wishes she could find a cheaper place.

The friend we were at the pool with said that her and her fiancé were thinking of moving out of her mom's house because it to crowded and offered to plan to get a place with her. But my friend said no because she has ptsd from roommates bailing on her in the past. I knew she was talking about me but her friend thought she was talking about her first roommate, because we never directly said we were roommates because it was never official. My friend then said it's that and the fact that (op) did the same thing, they left for Oregon and they recently canceled our plans to get a place together. I understand that she may feel like i wronged her in some way but to phrase it that way hurt. she can feel upset but i thought we had moved past it.

Later that same day she told me that i don't talk to her when i have problems, which is true to an extant, i used to talk to her when i had problems with stuff she did but recently I've stopped because if i bring something up she does wrong she throws back at me saying it's my fault in some way. for example we watch anime through discord because it's easier than figuring out how to get to her house with her car broke down and me not driving. As of recently something has been going wrong where audio from her end is patchy and it gets hard to hear her. I've checked everything on my end, I have uninstalled and reinstalled discord, i have checked my headset but everything is fine when I'm not talking to her, audio is fine nothing cuts out. I have told her all of this, but of course she says she has done the same thing and therefore it has to be something on my end, it's my fault that it sounds like she is talking to me from a different room than where her mic and computer are because her headset is full charged and working fine corroding to her computer.

It feels like everything i do is wrong. I even feel that way about my taste in anime at this point. You see I like a very specific type of anime, the ones where the main character is an underdog who either can't do what everyone else can or just hasn't been introduced to the lore of the world yet, who eventually find their place and become strong, but not in a boom you are now the best of the best way but in a here's how to become the best, you have to work for it kinda way. for example, My hero academia, and Jujutsu Kaisen. these are my two favorites; my friend will watch them with me but has to point out every time that all my shows have very similar plots. She has taken it upon herself to have me watch animes that don't fit this profile, for example we just started watching banana fish and don't get me wrong i like to try new things and I'm enjoying it but what i don't like is in the first nine episodes she has made multiple comments about how it's nice to watch something without an underdog main character who has the same energy as a puppy. I understand having separate opinions is normal but constantly point out how she doesn't like the exact same stuff as me is bit much.

I've just been rethinking everything. I realized that i have stopped doing a lot of things i used to because of her. I stopped watching anime on my own, if i want to watch something i always text her and see if she wants to watch it. I stopped talking to one of my other ex-coworkers that i got along with because she doesn't really like her. I've also begun to realize that this is a lot of the same stuff my mom was going through with her Ex best friend. he constantly made her feel bad about things she liked, made her feel bad because she uses weed as pain relief (it's legal here), he hated on her family all the time. I can't help but feel like it's happening to me. She judges what i watch, she judges the fact that i vape (again i know not healthy but my bod my choice), she judges my family (even the ones she has never met) and if i did any of this in return i would be the bad guy. If i told her that i don't like how her dad talks to her, or how i don't like that she pushes me to my breaking point at the gym(not just past my limits but i have nearly passed out at the gym because she thinks that at 300 pounds and never having been to the gym before I can keep up with her 150 pound gym rat self.) she would tell me that I'm being mean and that i hurt her feelings.

My parents have told me multiple time i need to tell her that i feel this way and need to cut contact or at least limit it by a lot, but i don't know how. I don't expect anyone to actually read all of this as it took me almost two hours to right but I just needed to get it off my chest. if she sees it then she will know who she is and probably have a problem but im tired of bottling things up. If you do end up reading this and have advice, please share but for now I'm going to hope I can find a therapist soon to help me with coping mechanisms and get past this.

[blueicequeen19]

Housekeeping

Might make this a series! JJ x Rafe x The Housekeeper 🤭 leave your thoughts!

Also, isn’t this gif so hot 🥵

I watch her from a distance, noting her every movement through the large window of the Cameron's mansion. I sweep the pool, she sweeps the house. We're both Pogues trying to make a little money after graduating. She moved here our senior year so I haven't known her long. She reserved and a bit stuck up even though she only works for Kooks, she's not one of them. We've actually never had a conversation but I know everything about her just off social media. I'd formed a bit of an obsession. She always posted pictures that showed just enough to make you want to see more. Enough to keep you coming back. And right now, I wanted to know what was under her tight black slacks. I wanted to see what her tits looked like without the shirt. The pool sweeper makes a noise and I'm drawn back to my task. Any minute now she'd go to clean the pool house and I'd introduce myself then. I wonder if she'd fight me. If she likes it slow and gentle or hard and fast. I hear the click of the back door and I pull the sweeper from the pool and sit it on the ground. I round the corner and spot her disappearing into the pool house. Perfect.

I lock the door behind me, immediately hearing the sound of the vacuum cleaner upstairs. I slip off my dirty shoes and tip toe up the stairs. I prop myself up in the doorway of the bedroom and watch the muscles in her body flex as she sweeps the carpet. She's tied her long hair back into a ponytail but it still hangs half way down her back, swaying as she moves. I watch her work until she finally switches the machine off, breathing a little heavy as she places her hands on her hips. When she finally turns and spots me, her eyes widen and she jumps back. So timid.

"What are you doing here? You can't be here." She says, eyes narrowed at me.

"I work here." I shrug, letting my eyes drift down to the buttons she's opened on her blouse. Heat races to her face so quickly that even her ears turn pink.

"You're the pool boy." She states, wheeling the vacuum forward and stopping just in front of me.

"And you're the maid." I smirk, watching as she brushes hair back from her eyes.

"Housekeeper." She corrects, nudging my toes with the machine to encourage me to move. I don't.

"Do you like working for the Cameron's?" I ask, grasping the handle of the vacuum and removing it from her hands so there's nothing between us. She takes a step back. I'm the nicest guy ever but her fear was igniting something inside me. I wanted to show her I was harmless, yet I took a step towards her just to scare her more.

"They're good to me." She says, taking another step back. "What do you want?" She demands, finally finding a little bit of courage.

"I'm not sure yet. Right now I just want to be near you but you keep backing away." I say softly, letting the door swing shut behind me. "I'm not going to hurt you." I add but it doesn't ease the tension in her body. She's so timid, barely making eye contact. I bet she's a virgin. I've never seen her outside of work. She doesn't go to parties. Who is this girl?

"Why are you looking at me like that then?" She asks, a scowl on her face.

"Like what?" I ask innocently, watching as she licks her lips.

"Like you want to eat me."

"Because I do." A soft gasp leaves her lips and I smile. Her eyes travel down to the tent in my swim trunks. I went surfing this morning and didn't have time to change, now I'm glad I didn't. "Like what you see?" I ask, her face turning ten shades of red and she gulps, shaking her head. Ouch.

"Why are you--why is it--?" She can't form the words. Definitely a virgin.

"Erect? Hard? It's because of you." I answer, palming myself in my shorts and I grow harder.

"You don't even know me." She bites out, her eyes moving from my face to my crotch and back again.

"I don't have to know you to like what I see." She takes another step back, backing into a chair she'd moved and falling down into it. I move so I'm directly in front of her, caging her in with my hard on right in her face. Her cheeks are so red, her breathing rapid and uneven as she tries not to stare.

"I'll scream." She blurts and I roll my eyes, cupping the side of her face and letting my thumb swipe over her plump bottom lip. I want to bite it. "I don't want you to touch me." She grits her teeth, rubbing her thighs together.

"Then stop me." I growl, the tension in my trunks becoming too much. I knew I was leaking and she could no doubt see the wet spot. I pull my hand from her face and pull myself out of my trunks, stroking myself hard. I watch as her eyes widen and her mouth falls open on a gasp. She licks her lips, hands digging into the arms of the chair as she watches me. I can't help but groan. What I would give to cum on her tits. Tits that I've never even seen before but goddamn, I wanted them. I keep jerking myself, harder and faster, imagining it's her mouth I'm fucking. Those pretty pink lips wrapped around me while her pretty eyes looked up at me, pleading for air as I forced her down deeper. I don't realize I'm cumming until it's too late and I'm spewing all over my fist and onto the carpet. Her eyes never look away except to watch the last drip of my cum hit the floor. I step forward, branding the sight of her hot and bothered into my brain before gripping her chin to hold her mouth open. I slip my cum covered thumb past her lips and smear it across her tongue. Her eyes seem to light up as she tastes me, swallowing without being told and not looking away.

I take an immediate step back, careful not to step in my own mess as I duck into the bathroom to wash my hands. I wet a rag to clean up my mess but as I step back into the room, she stands and takes the rag from me. I needed to leave before I did more than just cum on the floor. She was being so obedient. Submissive. She slowly stands, tossing the rag in the hamper as she meets my gaze. Her cheeks are still flushed but her breathing as returned to normal.

"You should go." She says calmly and I step forward, unable to stop myself. She doesn't move back, just looks up at me under her lashes. "If you touch me again, I'll tell Mr. Cameron." She says, no hint of nervousness in her voice. I lean down until our noses almost touch and I watch her pupil dilate.

"Then you better let him know that I plan to do a lot more than just touch you." I growl and I swear she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut as she tries not to picture it. I turn and disappear out the door, out the pool house and back over to the pool to get back to work. Minutes go by and she finally emerges from the pool house, keeping her head down as she goes back into the main house. I smile turning to look in the large window and locking eyes with Rafe Cameron.

[angeloroki]

kissing booth — 1-A boys

— character ; izuku, shoto, bakugo, denki, kirishima x gn!reader

the boys are aged up to third year so they're 18 :)

— genre ; fluff

— a/n ; fgsgh cute

@ur-local-reality-shifter this one is for you bestie <33

shoto todoroki

you were sitting quietly in your chair waiting for the others to arrive. well, you didn't think it would be that empty. at the same time, the other people's attractions were pretty good. you could see from your seat a haunted house, small roller coasters made by the assistance channel, and even an ice palace.

you turned to hagakure.

« there's no point to this, no one will come, we might as well close, and go enjoy with the others ! »

oh

you turned around, and a shoto was standing in front of you with a $5 bill. although his face was stoic, you could see a slight red tint to his cheeks.

« sorry, i thought it was still open. »

« um i- »

hagakure waved his hands in front of him.

« we're still open! hand me that and stand in front of it ! »

she snatched the ticket from him, and gently pushed the young man so that he was close to you. very close indeed. you felt the warmth pass through your body.

« i don't really know how to kiss, » he says in a breath.

you smile gently at him, his tenderness melting you.

« okay, just put your hand on my hip. »

and gently you led the dance. a dance that was uniquely sweet. he put his lips on yours, they tasted like cherries. and yet despite what he told you, he knew how to marry your lips. pleasantly surprised, you let him take the reins and felt his hands on your hips. your smile grew wider as he extended the kiss.

you finally pulled away from him to watch him carefully. a faint, mischievous smile came over his face. oh.

a slight, awkward laugh echoed between the two of you. what a player.

« are you sure you don't know how to kiss todoroki ? » you say half amused and half annoyed.

he shrugged slightly.

« we can tell i have a very pedagogue teacher. »

you raised your eyes to the sky, before drawing him towards you and placing a kiss on his cheek. and you can say that it took him by surprise.

« here, this one is for me, playboy. »

the icyhot boy gave you an amused look, his cheeks all red. this story was far from over.

izuku midoriya

momo had many more suitors than you. and it's normal, the young brunette was incomparably beautiful.

as for you, you managed the cash register, and that suited you very well.

it was break time when momo came to you with a smile on her face.

« exchange with me for the next 10 minutes. »

you looked at her, with an interorogatory expression.

« but... »

without waiting for you to finish your sentence, she took you to the chair where she had been sitting for the last few hours. you didn't understand, what was she doing all of a sudden ?

the next suitor came towards you, a hiccup of surprise escaped your lips when you realized who it was. your crush, with green hair.

« izuku ? »

the young man in front of you stammered before putting a hand on his neck.

« i saw that you were holding the stand with momo so... »

« i'm sorry, you were expecting to kiss her...» you say in a slightly saddened voice.

« no ! not really no, i'm glad you switched in time. actually it was you i wanted... well you know what... »

you finally understood why momo had that devilish smile on her face.

well, now that you were in front of each other, you might as well do it.

gently, you put a hand on his shoulder and placed a light kiss on his lips. surprised by the softness of your lips, izuku prolonged it a little awkwardly. not knowing what to do with his hands, he placed them on your waist.

it was a messy kiss, but just as passionate.

« wow... i... it was my first kiss. »

a crystalline laugh escaped your lips.

« i can see that. »

katsuki bakugo

the kising booth you had set up with hagakure worked great. whether it was girls or boys, a long line stretched to the next booth.

« bakugo ! you can't just- »

you turned your head to see what was going on. he was standing in front of the cash register handing your friend a wad of cash.

« take this and let me go. »

she sighed and took the money. you saw the young blond man push the other people who were waiting and walk towards you. a mischievous smile settled on your face.

« wait, is that a $50 bill i just saw ? »

katsuki grunted and looked away, his cheeks all red.

« so what ? it's for the class trip, isn't it ? » he said in an irritated voice.

you nodded, trying to hold back your laughter. you knew that he didn't care about field trips. especially since kirishima had inadvertently told you that bakugo has a crush on you.

« so, do i kiss you or have i been conned ?

you took his hand to approach him, and placed a long kiss on him. it was long, passionate and perhaps slightly romantic. without you realizing it, he had managed to trap you in his big muscular arms. you smirk, before pulling away from him.

« mmh, thanks to your contribution we're sure to have a good trip to europe. but you should have listened to what hakagure had to say, 1 kiss per person no matter how much money you gave! »

he rolled his eyes.

« oi oi oi you owe me at least 20 more, y/n. »

eijro kirishima

you handed the money to mina.

« go ahead ! » she said in a cheerful voice.

you walked up to the stage and found yourself in front of kirishima, your crush of a few months. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. but who sent you to do this? was it possible to go and get a refund? if so, you had a few seconds before he noticed you and-

« oh y/n! thanks for stopping by our booth, i guess i owe you a kiss now? »

an embarrassed laugh escaped your lips. you finally dared to meet his eyes. and you found yourself melting in front of him again. he was dressed in his normal clothes, i.e. a tshirt and jeans. and his bright smile lit up his face.

« yes, i suppose so. », you finally say.

he put both hands on your cheeks and placed a soft kiss on your lips. it was quick, yet intense. you could feel butterflies in your stomach. slightly disappointed that he was pulling away from you, you were surprised to see what a mess he was. his hair was a mess, his eyes were red, he was having a hard time getting back to normal.

« y- you know how to kiss well... » he said in a soft voice.

it was your turn to smile mischievously this time.

« i guess i can give you some lessons one day. »

denki kaminari

you were quietly waiting for the next person to whom you would give a kiss when you saw the young blond coming in front of you

with a big smile on his face, he winked at you a lot, which made you laugh slightly.

« tell me that you know how to kiss at least denki. »

« mmh, i look like a god kisser, right ? »

you rolled your eyes, and moved closer to him. you were close enough for your lips to touch without really forming a kiss. he let out a naughty laugh, before placing his hand on the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him. enough for him to initiate a playful and boisterous kiss.

he wasn't lying, because it was the best kiss you've had all night.

your hands met his cheeks, and a little electricity ran through your fingers.

« ouch! »

he shifted from you to watch you, looking distraught.

« i'm sorry. »

« oh, it's oka- »

he took your hand and placed a chaste kiss on it. his thoughtful gesture managed to warm your face.

his naïve smile returned to his face, and he winked at you for the umpteenth time.

« i'll probably come back for another kiss y/n! »

[daincrediblegg]

Ok but I am in love with your concept I want to see it too lol I am in love with John Joseph I just want to protect him I want to love him I want to see him thrive my god

one of these days I will see it manifest because like jesus christ I'm gonna crack oh no oh no oh no the headcanons are being unleashed,,, oh god...

The plot is this: he got out there on his own, traveled a little (easy travels thanks to that jock-off prize money)... but then he came back and kinda went "... well now what?"

SO! He decides to pay a visit his old friends Olive and Chuck at the pie hole and see how they're doing.

But the first thing he sees when he steps inside... is you. Over in the corner at the coffee counter, whipping up a storm fiddling with all the levers and gears on the old espresso machine like some kind of professional engineer.

It's love at first sight for him. But before he can really give it much thought Olive's squeal of delight shoots through his ears as she hurdles towards him to attack him in a hug.

"JOHN JOSEPH JACOBS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! How have you been when did you get back?" she practically screams at him leading him over to the counter to get him a slice of pie on the house . She asks him all about where he's been how he's been doing, and he happily answers all her quick-fire questions, telling her where he's been, that he was able to do it all thanks to the prize money that she gave him (that he's nearly run out of, truth be told) but can't help but gaze over to your station every now and then to watch you work. And of course, Olive can't help but notice how distracted he is.

"Itchin' for a caffeine fix?" she asks. He whips his head back to Olive.

"Oh, no. I mean- yes- well... I couldn't help but notice you got a new employee."

"Oh yeah- that's y/n. She's new but man she can make a mean cup of coffee. Only one who knows how to work that old espresso machine too and now people come in here for the coffee just as much as the pie. She's a real artist. You want a cup? I'll get you a cup- HEY Y/N!" she shouts and gestures to John Joseph- bordering on a panic attack that Olive would do this to him. But then, quicker than a flash- a big warm cup slides in front of him, frothy with foam that... was that a horse drawn with the foam?

John Joseph looked up to see you smiling down (well not really down- more at eye height what with his stature) at him.

"Y/n, this is John Joseph Jacobs, an friend of mine from the old jockey days. Just got back into town." Olive says with a smirk.

"That's right! Olive's told me all about you! Sorry about the accident but I'm glad you're back on your own two feet!... as it were." you chuckle, extending your hand out for him to shake. He takes his hand in yours hesitantly but shakes back with a smile.

"Y-yeah, that's... me. Well- was me. Wow you were quick! And with the latte art and everything? How did you do that so fast?"

"Well, working with caffeine all day I expect some of the fumes are going to my head... speaking of I got to get back to the counter. Nice to meet you!" and with that you're off like a flash, right back at it.

"Nice to meet you too..." he utters dreamily in reply. John Joseph has a hard time taking his gaze off you after that.

"You know... if you're looking for a job now that you're back in town..." Olive says, to coax his attention back to her, "Ned's been looking into getting a delivery guy."

He looks back at her quizzically "You need... a pie delivery guy?"

"You wouldn't believe how many people call us to ask if we deliver. It's been ridiculous. What can I say? People just can't get enough of our pies these days. And you know what- I bet you'd be perfect for the job, if you want it."

John Joseph paused, looked at the horse in his coffee, and then back to the barista who served it to him, and decided at 39 years 22 weeks and 4 days old to say yes, and become the Pie Hole's first delivery boy.

[ticketstomydaydreams]

5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

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Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

___

‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

___

“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

______

A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

______

“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

______

You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

______

And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states “Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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Lace Up! ❌❌

[ladybugout-au]

Marinette placed the final box of baked goods on the stack, pulling up the strings she'd set underneath them so she could tie everything together. "Alright! That should do it!" She put her hands on her hips, looking proud of herself, though faltered as she realized, "Oh, but what if there aren't enough options? What if they have an allergy?"

"That was everything your parents could part with," Tikki reminded her.

Marinette whined. "I know. They're kind of leftovers too, but I didn't want to just swoop in as Ladybug and go hey, I have some new heroes I'm meeting, do you mind if I buy some of your baked goods for them because I know they would've insisted that I take a bunch of the fresh stuff for free." Rubbing the back of her head, she gave a one-armed shrug. "It was just easier to ask for anything that was still good but they didn't want to sell exactly."

"I guess so," Tikki hummed, though it was obvious that she didn't really get it. Marinette supposed that a kwami couldn't really understand the value of money and briefly imagined Tikki with a tiny purse of coins.

Shaking her head of any amusement that brought, she walked over to her mirror, feeling her face and checking the tightness of her pigtails holders. "Tikki, how's my hair look?"

"Won't your hair just go back to perfectly-brushed pigtails when you transform anyway?" Tikki asked.

Marinette supposed she was right. Thanks to her transformation, many a Parisian had been saved from seeing their hero sporting a bedhead during early morning akuma battles.

"...Alright," she decided, carefully undoing her hair ties and fluffing up her hair. "In that case, hair down it is."

Tikki blinked, flying over to ask, "What do you mean?"

Marinette glanced at her in the mirror. "Because then I can at least feel like I'm doing my hair up for it! I have to look nice!"

A tilt of the head was her response. "It's not that I'm not happy that you're taking this so seriously, but why the fuss?"

Gasping, almost in offense, Marinette replied, "I have to make a good first impression! I'm Ladybug, and they need to know that I appreciate them being here!"

"Marinette," Tikki said steadily, waving her arms out to gesture at her. "They already know Ladybug. I'm sure—"

"But not like this!" Marinette retorted, standing straight and raising a finger as she made her point. "I want them to feel welcome and like they can come to me for advice on fighting or keeping their identities a secret!" She hesitated, then dropped her gaze to the ground and added nervously, "I-I mean, I know I might not the best at those, but I can still try, right?"

Tikki moved immediately in front of Marinette's face, using her tiny paws to raise her chin up. Flying a small distance away, she assured, "You're a great Ladybug! I'm sure they'll appreciate you no matter what happens!"

Marinette smiled at that, at least feeling a little more mentally prepared to face the new heroes now. "Thanks, Tikki." She turned, facing the boxes of baked goods again and readying herself. She stepped towards them, paused, then scratched her cheek sheepishly as she asked, "But seriously though, do you think these will be enough?"

"Marinette!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going! Let's go!"

——-

Ladybug could feel Chat Noir following her only five minutes after she'd left the house, though was aware that it wouldn't exactly be hard to see her - despite the extra black she'd added to her bodysuit at the start of her blog - with all the boxes she was carrying. That was fine with her, as she'd needed him to be nearby anyway; they were still partners, after all.

As she landed on the rooftop she'd agreed to meet everyone at, she heard Chat Noir landing behind her. He announced his presence with an amused, "Setting up a picnic, m'lady?"

She raised a brow at him. "You could say that. The new heroes should be arriving in—" She pulled out her yoyo to check the time, realizing just how long she'd spent fretting over her first impression. "—uh, soon. Very, very soon."

At least she still got there first, she figured.

"New heroes?" Chat inquired, his flirtatious tone disappearing. "I didn't know they'd be here tonight."

"I messaged you before I left," she pointed out, purposefully leaving out the detail of the kwami group chat. She idly wondered if Plagg could be bribed into sending her flirty messages from Chat.

"I saw," he insisted with a bow, "which is why I hurried to you so you could tell me what it was about in person!"

She had no comment on that, too busy setting the boxes out and checking to make sure the baked goods hadn't been jostled on her way there. Chat Noir sat down next to her, helping himself to one of the sweets and not making any comment about the bakery logo on the box, probably as they'd saved said bakery quite a few times, so it wouldn't be weird to know it enough to buy from there.

The moment her yoyo confirmed that it was time for the other heroes to show up, Ladybug heard the sound of someone landing on the rooftop. She glanced up, seeing the bee hero standing there with an air of professionalism hovering around her.

"Ladybug. Chat Noir," she greeted formally, giving them each a nod.

Ladybug stood up with a start when she realized that she was still sitting near the boxes. "Hello!" She walked over, extending a hand out to her. "Glad you could make it."

The bee hero gave her a nod, accepting the offer for a handshake. "Of course. This is my job after all. It would have reflected poorly on me if I hadn't shown up on time."

Ladybug beamed. She was far different from the "original" bee hero, but that wasn't a bad thing, and she was looking forward to seeing what it'd be like to have another serious person on the team.

The turtle hero then landed nearby, though Chat Noir was too preoccupied with approaching the bee heroine, even taking her hand in his despite her flat expression. She tried to shake his hand like she did with Ladybug, only to realize that apparently wasn't his intent.

"I guess we'll beekeeping you on the team for a while now?" Chat asked. "It'll be a pleasure working with you."

He bent down, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. She pulled away from it, raising a brow at him while Chat stilled and looked confused.

"Uh—" the turtle hero cut in, finally earning Chat's attention. Ladybug watched as the turtle hero seem to fidget in place before pointing at the hand kiss display that had just occurred. Tentatively, he asked, "He's not going to do that with everyone, right? I'm—I'm dating someone."

Chat's face turned red with embarrassment, his body immediately recoiling from the bee heroine. Ladybug covered her mouth with both hands in an attempt to hide her chuckle, though it was difficult.

She waited until she was calm to approach the turtle hero, offering her hand for her second handshake of the day. "Glad you could make it."

He smiled, happily shaking her hand with a simple reply of, "Thanks." Then, glancing over her head, he asked, "Are you a new hero too?"

She presumed he was talking to the bee until she turned around, jumping in surprise as she noticed the fox hero standing nearby. She hadn't even heard him land, but supposed it made sense for a fox.

"Hey," he greeted casually. "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt when you were talking to everyone else."

"O-oh, it's okay!" she assured, hoping it wasn't too embarrassing that she'd been caught off guard. She approached, sharing her last handshake with him. "And now that everyone's here, we can get introductions out of the way! You're...?"

"Cadmeancio," he replied with a calm smile. "I hope I'll be able to help you, Ladybug."

She smiled back, then glanced to the turtle hero. "And you?"

He stood proud, both arms up like he was flexing despite his sheepish expression. "Heavy Matal."

Ladybug turned to the bee heroine, who understandably predicted the question and answered before she could get it out, "Fukiya."

"Alright, so Fukiya—" Ladybug pointed at her, then the other two heroes as she continued, "—Heavy Matal, and Cadmeancio."

The three nodded at her. She couldn't help feeling a tinge of excitement; she had new team members now, and they were permanent holders that she wouldn't have to go out of her way to give miraculouses to.

Sitting down on the rooftop, she gestured to all of the boxes and exclaimed, "I brought these, so help yourselves! I can give you the rundown while we eat."

Cadmeancio and Heavy Matal happily sat nearby, letting out a harmonious, "thank you," as they peered into the individual boxes to look for a treat. Fukiya was the only one who remained rigidly in place, hands resting at her sides even as she looked around at the assorted boxes.

"Fukiya?" Ladybug called, earning her attention. "Everything okay?"

"Ah—" Fukiya let out a neutral hum. "I'm not really... allowed to indulge in..."

Chat waved a croissant from his seat besides Ladybug. "You've got superhero status now! You don't have to worry about anyone else or what they'll—"

Ladybug cut him off by clearing her throat, facing Fukiya to clarify, "What Chat means is... obviously we have to maintain our secret identities, but you can still be yourself around us, and you don't have to worry about anything you've been forced to do or not do when you're not transformed."

She offered what she hoped was a welcoming smile. She was worried at first, given how Fukiya looked at her like they were in a staring contest, but she relented quickly enough, sitting down and searching for the perfect treat amongst her options.

Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief, then slid herself back just enough that all of the new teammates were in view. Clapping her hands together to earn everyone's attention, she began, "I imagine your kwami filled you in on most of the details, but just to make sure everyone's on the same page..."

Cadmeancio and Heavy Matal shifted to face her, Fukiya already having been in the right position.

Ladybug continued, "With LadyBugOut in place and Hawk Moth seeing us as even more of a threat, you three are here to be new, permanent heroes to help cover any weak points we might have." She gestured vaguely at them. "That said, you don't have to show up to ever single battle; if you can show up, show up, but don't worry if you're in the middle of something. I want all of you to warm up to having miraculouses instead of being forced to get used to them right away."

"Isn't it serious?" Fukiya asked, arms crossed. "We should be prepared for anything."

"We have time," Ladybug assured confidently, "and forcing anything to happen won't get us the results we want." She would know. "So just... take it slow, okay?"

Fukiya looked like she wanted to argue, but closed her eyes and let out a breath, apparently thinking better of it.

"Should we come anyway if you need us?" Heavy Matal questioned with a tilt of his head, though his voice was hesitant as if he wasn't sure if he should suggest such a thing.

Ladybug, however, was happy for the question and gave him a grin. "Oh, if you can? Definitely, and as long as you're on the blog, you'll get notified of any akuma!"

He nodded his head, understanding the exception, then went back to munching on one of the sweets he'd picked up. Given that his and Fukiya's curiosity was satiated, Ladybug glanced at Cadmeancio, almost expecting him to have questions as well.

When he seemed more interested in the box the sweets were in, staring strangely fondly at the logo, she called out with interest, "Cadmeancio?"

He looked up at her, waving a hand dismissively. "Sorry. I've—" He paused, and she appreciated his attempt to choose his words carefully. "—I've been to this bakery a few times. It's really good."

"Oh." She eyed the box again, her gaze locking to the three little wrapped-up containers she'd placed in the middle of one box in particular. She perked up, internally thanking Cadmeancio for the transition. "That reminds me—well, sort of..."

She pulled each container out by the ribbon she'd wrapped around them, each with a distinct color that matched the new heroes. Once she had all three held against her chest, she began passing them out to each hero, each of them taking them with care and setting them on their lap.

"These—" Ladybug gestured at the boxes. "—are power-ups, and they—"

Suddenly, Chat choked off to the side, covering his mouth as he forced himself to swallow. Ladybug looked over at him blinked, concerned, but he was recovered quickly enough, standing up and taking her arm.

"Bugaboo, can we have an original-heroes-only meeting?" he asked quickly, though the nickname didn't make it sound any nicer.

"Uh, sure?" She let him take her as far away from the three heroes as possible, waiting until they were out of earshot to whisper, "What is it?"

"Those—" He still seemed stunned by something. "—those are the power-ups? They're getting them?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I don't see the—" She paused, remembering the day that they'd first gotten their powers. "—wait, you're not jealous, are you?"

"Why are they getting them right away?" he asked, completely evading the question. "Master Fu—"

Ladybug held a hand up to silence him. "They don't know about Master Fu, for the record, and it was Master Fu's idea to give it to them. I don't know, it's just..." She shrugged for lack of an answer. "He must trust them?"

"That—that doesn't make sense," he said. "Aren't you curious?"

"No," she replied bluntly. When Chat looked struck by it, she continued, "It's none of my business. I trust Master Fu and I trust who he chose."

"But—!"

"Besides, those power-ups aren't just about when we need them for fighting akuma." She hesitated, needing to take a breath before getting into any serious topics. "Chat, we can't do everything ourselves, and five is better than two in this case. Those power-ups could do a lot of good and we might not be around where they could be good. I've had a lot of close calls since I started helping outside of akuma, and stopping that helicopter from crashing into a building would've been a lot less stressful with the power of flight. We don't even know if another Frozer could show up again, and then the others would be out of luck. Then, there's the possibility of another Syren, or an akuma fleeing into the sewers, and we got Frozer and Syren the day we learned that Hawk Moth had the peacock working for him!"

"So you're worried about Hawk Moth striking back, but you still want them to take it easy?" Chat argued.

"Yes, because I want to give them the warm-up time that we never got. That led to a lot of mistakes, and I—" She stopped, noting that she wasn't comfortable divulging so much information to Chat about how her experience went. "...I just want time for the new teammates to ease into battle and get to know us naturally."

He looked put off by that. "Isn't our relationship natural?"

She forced her mouth shut for a few seconds, not wanting to say anything she'd regret. The fact that he was asking in the first place said a lot about their differences.

Then, finally, she sighed and gave a shrug. "Not completely, no."

He gaped.

"Chat, we got forced together by every single akuma that came our way. We didn't choose to work together, we just had to, and I don't want our new teammates to see us the same way! Superheroing is a job, but teamwork means that we have to care about each other as partners, and I want to ease into that."

She only just refrained from mentioning that her relationship with him had been strained for a while now because of the requirement of working together, knowing it would only cause more arguing. The fact that she and Chat had needed to work together from the beginning made everything go too fast, and she couldn't believe it took so long for her to realize it.

"...Look," she said before Chat could cut in, her voice lower at the realization that she might've been too loud earlier, "I know you were upset that I knew Master Fu when you didn't, but that wasn't my choice. He didn't want to tell anyone about his existence in the first place. We got blindsided by Mayura and we've almost lost our miraculouses multiple times, so it'd be nice to have more heroes who have the power to help if we need them—"

"We don't need anyone else," Chat insists, holding her hands in her. "Remember, m'lady? You and me against the world."

She didn't indulge him this time, pulling her hands away to raise them in defense. "I'm sorry, Chat. That's—that's not how it works. I don't want to be in a situation like that again."

"Where we have dozens of akuma against us, or where it's just down to you and me?" he challenged.

She took a breath, giving him a once-over as she gauged his body language. Shaking her head, she took a step back, not meeting his eyes as she replied, "Both."

She turned away before she could see any hint of his reaction. As far as she was concerned, the situation wasn't about her and Chat; it was about Paris and doing whatever they could to protect it.

She'd been initially apprehensive to return to the new heroes, fearing that the obvious hushed argument made her look bad, but her new teammates were simply waiting where they were before, their looks non-judgmental and the containers in their laps open to the contents, as if they'd all synchronized the motion while she'd been preoccupied.

She smiled, hope replacing nervousness as she went to sit down with them. She was tempted to eat a treat or too, but resisted, opting to pull out her yoyo so she could reach inside and retrieve her box of potion-infused macarons for the sake of instructing them on the powers.

Before she could, she felt a warmth near her shoulder and turned her head to see Cadmeancio, offering her a concerned look while his hand hovered over her shoulder. Though she wondered how obvious her feelings really were, she wordlessly gave him permission and he let his hand drop, giving her shoulder a small squeeze.

She felt good about this. This team could really work.

Chat Noir was thankfully too busy inhaling a slice of cake to notice the gesture. Ladybug didn't know if seeing such things made him antsy, but she preferred not to find out.

Focusing on the little box in her hands, she pulled out a green macaron and began, "Okay, so green is for water..."

[kuronanox]

Home is you - Ulquiorra Schiffer

"Hello? Hello~" (Your Name) sings shaking the pale man up from his sleep.

Opening his eyes slowly he blinked a few times looking at his surroundings. "Where am I? Why aren't I in los noches?"

"Jeez you creep! Don't go sleeping around the park like that! I know Japan is safe but I thought you were dead for a second." She says sighing in relief offering a hand.

Ulquiorra slaps her hand away and gets up realizing he wasn't in his uniform but some random t shirt and jeans.

"What have you done women?"

"Me?! I woke you up. That's what I did now, do you have someone you should be? It's getting late."

Looking around he couldn't sense any reistu, he couldn't bring his sword out or use cero. Till he remembered his fight with Ichigo. Ulquiorra remember dissolving into nothing.

"I-I don't understand." He stuttered, frustrated at the emotions he was feeling at the moment. He was lost, why was he here? Was he reborn a human? But why did he remember everything of his past life. 

A salty tear slipped in his lips as he touched his face confused. "Is this the human emotion of feeling frustrated? Feeling hopeless? Powerless?"

"I'm sorry. Do you need a place to stay?" (Your Name) asks more sympathetically watching the man breakdown in front of her.

The walk to a capsule hotel was quiet, she was surprise he asked for help. "I paid for you. I hope you find your way after tonight." She tells him as he looks into nothing and says nothing before taking his leave.

(Your Name) watches his back and sighs. "Maybe he's homeless?"

Ulquiorra laid in the comfy bed lost in thoughts, what had happen to the war? To Ichigo? To Aizen?

Why did he have to be reincarnated as a weak human?

"So this is human emotions?" He says out loud looking at himself in the mirror. He examined his face, was he always this pale and fragile looking?

Pissed he hit the capsule and nothing broke.

He was weak now, weak in mind and powerless.

He didn't know how he was going to survive.

It had been a few days and (Your Name) walked around trying to find the man. She felt a attraction towards him, like she was suppose to help him. She had no luck the past few days trying to find him.

"You have to pay for that thief!" A sales man yelled shoving Ulquiorra out his store.

"I'll kill you stupid human." He says in a monotone voice and raised his finger to use cero but nothing came out.

"You need help man!" The sales man yelled walking away in disbelief as Ulquiorra stared at his finger.

(Your Name) sighed in relief and ran towards him. "Hey! It's you again. What are you doing?"

"Trying to survive." He plainly says walking away still wearing the same clothes she saw him in the day they met.

"How do you plan on surviving with no job?" She asks following him as he walked to random places and examining people. "You will help me find one."

"Me?!"

"As you can tell women I'm not like you humans."

Bewildered a bit she pinched her nose bridge and sighed. "That's what I get for helping a weirdo."

"What do I get if I help you?"

"My protection." He simply says, even though his powers were gone he still was skilled with hand to hand compact.

"Just don't do anything stupid." She says as he follows her.

It was a very interesting few months that passed by, she never understood a lot of things Ulquiorra did.

He lacked a lot of empathy and emotions. He questioned what people did and enjoyed examining strangers on the street. He didn't speak much either.

He also became her protector.

"What is this manga that people are so crazy about?" He asks her one day as they sat and ate breakfast.

"As an manga artist and author it's my job to make my books into a reality. It gives people a sense of escape of our miserable lives." She says shooing him away from her work.

"Humans are weird." He simply says watching the news as she rolled her eyes.

"You know you're a human too?" She states to him and sighs.

"I am now."

There was a silence as she looked at him. He was a bit odd at first. She had to teach how to read, write and proper manners. She never questioned him though.

"So what were you before then?"

"Espada. I was an Espada."

"Huh a what?" She asks a bit taken back and lost.

"I don't know how to be thankful." He then says changing the subject as she sits across from him.

His eyes were green and he did have weird green marks on his face. "I'm starting to believe this guy."

"It's okay. I understand." She tells him as he looks at her with no smile or anything. His face was blank, she couldn't read him.

She knew he was thankful when he learned how to pick up humanity. He would pick up food for them, clean the house and when the rare opportunity comes he would beat up any stalker fans she had.

"I don't know who you were before but I promise you I'm here to help."

It was a cold winter night as they came back from Christmas shopping and picking her up from work, Ulquiorra was holding the bags as she rambled on how work went that day.

Ulquiorra wouldn't admit it but he had grown fond of her after spending everyday together. At first he has no choice to. He had no money or no home but she provided everything for him.

He would find himself smiling softly but frown after realizing what he had done.

"How was your day?" She asks him with a smile as his eyes widen a bit.

"I read books." He answered as she nodded her head.

Ulquiorra never really left the house unless he needed to. She had to admit it was comforting coming home to someone every night.

"I bought you new ones. I hope you like that."

"I enjoy all the books you've bought me." He says looking forwards at the snowing street.

She gasp a bit as he looked a way a bit confused. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No I'm just happy. Happy your expressing your emotions more."

He didn't say anything afterwards as she entered the warm house and set the gifts under the tree.

"I'm going to get some rest." He says and leaves to his room.

Before she could ask if he ate she saw that he had food already made for her.

"He sure is a fast learner for not being human."

Ulquiorra escaped to his room and laid in bed. He really was growing emotions, the more he stayed here the more he felt every emotions.

The emotions of pain, loneliness, sadness.

Recently he didn't feel any of those he felt happy, safe, secure. Was this the human way of saying he was satisfied of his life right now.

He didn't know but he felt a comfort of having someone by him at times. Unlike los noches, he was alone and don't know how to talk to people.

(Your Name) gave him a sense of living again and he would try to fit in this world. There was no way he could change the past so he decided might as well live for the future.

It was weird for Ulquiorra to have these thoughts, it was a new thing to him.

Before he lived for nothing but killing.

"What did you do before becoming human?" She asks him one night as they watched a movie. Well she had to force him to watch it.

"Kill."

"Okay? More explanation."

"I was created to kill, that was my only purpose in life. My home had nothing but sand and a moon."

"What did you eat?"

"My people."

She wanted to not believe him but every word he said were straightforward and he never blinked once. He didn't tell lies to her. "Interesting. So what happen? Did you get eaten or die?"

"I lost in a battle and disappeared into dust and I woke up here."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" He asks curiously a bit taken back from her words.

"I don't know you don't seem happy here."

He blinked a few times and tried his best to smile but it didn't come along. "I am satisfied as you humans say."

She sighed in relief and sadly smiled. She never really given the thought of being somewhere new with no one and not being able to fit in.

"I realize how hard it must have been for you, when people call you strange and treat you like an outcast. It must have been hard."

Ulquiorra sits with his legs crossed and tilted his head giving it thought.

"I don't need anyone if I have you."

There was a mutual understanding between the two even though words of expression were rarely ever spoken.

"I'm really glad to have you." She answered back feeling the warmth of her cheeks turn pink.

"As I am too."

(Your Name) had gone to a late meeting with a few of her editors and seeing it was past midnight she didn't wanna wake ulquiorra up from sleep to walk her home.

She lived in a nice part of Tokyo but in a quiet area so people rarely ever walked on her road.

It was raining hard as she made cover underneath a store. Sighing she pulled her phone out and tried to speed dial Ulquiorra number before a loud rumbled hit the floor and she looked up to see a hollow.

At first she didn't wanna believe it but the thing was real and screaming walking towards her.

"(Your Name)."

"Ulquiorra- there's a, there's a monster charging towards me."

The phone line went dead as he rushed out to find her.

Running in the rain he spotted the hollow immediately. "Don't get any closer to her trash." He spoke as it roared.

Ulquiorra had lost all his powers but luckily he knew some move although none of it worked as he was easily slapped away as he hit the floor hard and he groaned.

"This human body is pathetic."

Watching the hollow grab (Your Name) he felt every emotion go through him. The pain, sadness, frustration. She was screaming as she reached out her hand to his.

He called out her name and whined in pain before blacking out.

"Ulquiorra!" She yelled to him but he didn't respond. Looking back at the hollow it open it's mouth to consume her as she shut her eyes a green light was glowing around her.

"I told you I would protect you." He says to her as she opened her eyes to see him in a white uniform and he was standing on air. STANDING ON AIR!

With one smack the hollow diminished into nothing as Ulquiorra settled her down safely on the road.

"You. You got your power back! How?"

Ulquiorra thought back about his fight and realized the same thing happen to Ichigo and he finally understood why he came back.

"Someone important to me is worth protecting." He reply's as she tears up and hugged him tightly as he gasped.

Sadly smiling to himself where no one could see him he embraced her back.

"Ulquiorra?" She asks him that same night as they sat on the roof top and he was still in gear. "Yes?"

"Does this mean you are leaving?"

He doesn't answer and looks down. He thinks back on how life was here in the human world. It was quite fun here. He didn't remember what he did back in the barren sand and dark night.

"No. Unless I have to."

She sighed in relief but still she knew he was different. "Just promise me, if you ever decide to leave... you will without telling me goodbye."

"I won't leave. I have no reason to go back." He plainly says looking up to the moon.

"You promise me? I can't imagine a life without you, the way you are eases me is comforting. Your the peace I needed in my chaotic mind."

He was lost for words, was this a human way for showing love?

"I to."

He wanted to say more. He liked her. Loved her. Even if he wouldn't admit it now, there was a warmth in him he had never felt before and the feeling of being needed was something he might have yearned for.

"I promise you, I'm only yours. Even if there's a obstacle between us there's way we can break it."

She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder as he stiffen a bit and then relaxed.

He was home. Home wasn't a place for him but someone that accepted him for who he was.

It was you.

(Author note: idk why he's such a hard character to write for me. I know he seemed oc but I put in some thought of how he would be as a human.)

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 06 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Point of No Return

“(Y/N)! Go get the door!” Your aunt yells from the kitchen. “I'm busy here!”

“Ok!” You turn off the blow dryer, quickly fixing your hair before rushing downstairs. “What are you doing?”

“Grandma's cake.” She answers as you move to open the door. “Who's this?”

“Monica, probably.” You're still speaking when you unlock and pull it open. Your heart skips a beat when you see it isn't Monica. You raise an eyebrow to see him leaning against the door frame, a smile spreading through his lips.

“Honey?”

“It's just Billy, aunt,” you say, raising your voice a little. Pushing him backwards, you close the door behind your back. “What are you doing here, Hargrove?”

“It's our day off. You promised to go to my place to meet Maxine, remember?”

Oh, you completely forgot about that. “I made no such promise.” Crossing your arms, you jump a little when the door is opened again. Turning around, you see your aunt with bright eyes.

“(Y/N), won't you invite your friend in?” Her tone makes you blush.

“Goor morning, Miss Florence. Actually, I'm just here to pick her up.”

“I can't go today, Billy. Diane is baking something nice and–”

“No, no, no. She's going.” Diane cuts you off, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside. “Go change out of your pajamas, honey.”

“But–” She gives you a meaningful look.

“(Y/N), go change.”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh. “I'll be right back,” you tell Billy, ignoring how embarrassed you are, and the smirk on his lips.

You run upstairs, trying not to think too much about where you're going. You were kinda hoping he'd forget about that, but you'll try to keep in mind what Monica said. There's no reason to overthink. When the moment comes to make big decisions, you'll make them. You do enjoy being around Billy, and you do have fun together. The whole feeling you have when you're around him is unlike anything you ever felt before, and some part of you is starting to get addicted to it. On the pool, you have found yourself excited for the lunch break because you'll get to talk to him... It scares you, but as you change into a lilac blouse and jeans, you make up your mind for the day. You'll be with him today, so you'll make the best of it.

After taking one last look in the mirror, you take some money because you remember saying something about pizza. You take a deep breath before leaving the bedroom. But you move backwards abruptly when you see Billy standing outside. “What the hell!” You exclaim, pushing him and closing the door.

“Can't I see your bedroom?”

“No.” You wouldn't mind actually, but you decide to tease him since he came all the way up here without asking.

“Then you won't get to see mine.”

“That's fine by me.” Shrugging your shoulders, you bump into him as you move back downstairs. “I'm going, aunt. See you.”

“Have fun with your boyfriend, honey.”

You freeze by the door, feeling as if Diane just betrayed you. You feel Billy's eyes, burning, and you bet he has that stupid smirk on his face. “He's not my boyfriend,” you shout at her, grabbing Billy's arm and pulling him out.

You're impressed by the fact that he opens the passenger door for you, but since you're still blushing, you avoid his gaze. The short trip to his house is silent as you hope what your aunt said fades away... And you're also memorizing the way there.

Soon enough you're at his front door, and you watch as he unlocks it. “The place used to suck, but I've been trying to fix it, so... Don't mind it. It's not as cool as your house.”

“Uhm...” You mumble, stepping inside and looking around, taking in the place. It's not bad as he described it, it's cozy...

It's Billy's place. You feel weird to be here, as if you're giving a whole new step closer to him. “How many girls have you brought here?” You suddenly need to know if you can allow yourself to feel special.

“One.” He moves to stand before you, holding his index finger up, then slowly pointing it at you.

Taking a deep breath, you step back, smiling. “You brought me here to meet your sister. Where is she?”

“Max!” He yells suddenly, at the top of his lungs and you jump, heart racing.

“What the hell.” You breathe out, slapping his arm playfully. His bare arm. You haven't noticed the sleeveless tattered dark gray shirt that leaves his arms exposed. You have to force yourself to look away, meeting his blue eyes. “Why did you do that?”

“Did I scared you?” He smiles, towering over you.

“Yeah, you did.” You step back again, eager to put some distance between you and him. “Jerk. Go get your sister before I change my mind and go home.”

“She's probably listening to music.” Billy walks away, disappearing in the hall. You're left alone so you walk around, noticing the bench press he has in the middle of the living room. Walking around it, a piece of paper above the TV gets your attention. Taking it, you sigh to read Max's handwriting. “She's not in her room.” Billy says as he comes back, gesturing at the hall.

“Be back in fifteen minutes, shithead.” You read the words out loud to him, showing the paper.

Billy takes it from your hand, rolling his eyes. “I'm gonna kill her.”

“Sorry that you have to stay alone here with me. It must be a true nightmare, Billy Hargrove.” Raising an eyebrow, you smile at his expression. “What about that?” You walk around the bench press, standing behind it and trying to pull the barbell up. The thing doesn't even move, so you try again, using more strength, but nothing happens. “Whoa, this thing is heavy.”

“I work out almost every night, so I just leave it here.”

“That you work out is pretty obvious.” You gesture at his arms and chest.

“Yeah. I'm glad you noticed.” He comes to stand behind you. “Let me just–” He picks the weight up, both his arms around you, keeping you caged between his body and the bar.

“What are you doing?” You ask in a low voice as he starts moving the damn thing, up and down, up and down. “Ok, I'm just a tiny little bit impressed to see you lifting this thing up, but put it down, please.” He knows the effect he has on girls, and he also knows you're not immune to it.

He doesn't say anything, pulling the bar up once again, forcing it a little against your shoulders, pushing you backwards until your back hits his chest. His solid, strong chest. “You're such a jerk, Billy.” Why is your voice so weak? You look at his left arm, how tensed his muscles are. “These things are heavy. Put it down before you drop it and hurt me.” You need to get away from him. Being this close is dangerous, because you feel something coming from the back of your mind, an idea that had never crossed your thoughts before.

“I'd never let anything hurt you.”

You turn your head to the side, just enough to look at him. He's already looking, those blue eyes threatening to drown you. Your eyes fall on his lips, of how close they are. You could easily tiptoe now and find out how his lips would feel on yours. It feels like he knows exactly what you're felling because when he moves the bar to give you more space, you turn around, almost as if you're being pulled towards him, like a magnet.

But you know you shouldn't kiss Billy. It would be a point of no return. That's it, a big decision... But right now, the last thing you want to do is think. You just want to feel, and let these feelings flow out.

When you're face to face with him, you feel the bar on your back, pushing you against his chest, making it impossible to run away. As if you would even if you had the chance. “You know I hate you, right? For doing this.” You whisper, as your arms involuntary move to lay on his chest.

“I'm not–”

“Hey, shitface. I'm back.” A girl's voice drags you out of your numbness, and Billy puts the bar down on the bench.

“That's disgusting.” Someone else says and you step away from Billy, catching your breath and clearing your throat. Max isn't alone. She brought a small army with her, five people, and everyone looks the same age.

“Perfect timing as always, Max,” Billy complains. “(Y/N), this is Maxine, my dipshit sister. And the rest of her gang.”

“The gang that saved your ass, you mean.” One of them says, his voice a little muffled, which makes you giggle a little. “Dustin, nice to meet you.” He steps forward and shakes your hand. “So. Are you Billy's girlfriend?”

“No, I–”

“Ok. These are Lucas, my boyfriend.” Max starts, and you feel Billy sighing when she names the boy. “Will, Mike, Eleven, and Dustin you already met.”

“So these are your saviors,” you say, turning to look at Billy.

“Every single one of them.” He answers.

“If you two aren't dating, why did you bring her here, Billy? Wasn't there a rule about not bringing your flings to the house?” Max mutters, walking past you and to the TV. The others move to seat on the couch and some on the floor.

“(Y/N) is not a fling.” He says, rolling his eyes. You try hard not to smile at what you just heard.

You're a little uncomfortable since Max's friends keep staring as if you're a ghost. Their eyes fly from Billy and back at you, and they even gossip, whispering on each other's ears. “Max, you look like a very smart kid.”

“I am.” She says with a smirk. “Unlike my brother.”

“So, if I make you a question, would you be able to answer real quick?” You smile at her curious face, as you slowly step backwards, closer to the hall and further away from Billy.

“Yes.”

“Billy's room?” You burst out, speaking a fast as you can.

“First door to the right.” She yells, just as fast as you spoke, and you're off, like a lightning bolt because you see Billy moving.

You run through the hall and literally throw yourself on the door, opening it and almost stumbling in. You're laughing when he grabs your wrist, giving up when he notices you're already in. “You got me there, I'll admit.”

It's your time to smirk at him, teasingly, stepping further into his bedroom. “What did you say before? That I wouldn't get to see your room?” As you speak, you start pacing around. His room is more organized then you expected. His bed has a dark red blanket over it, and it looks very comfortable. There are movie posters on the walls and a sound system on his dresser. You move to stand before the mirror he has on the nightstand beside his bed, looking through the colognes he has. “Which one you use?”

“All of them.”

“No, there's one you use more often.” You have the scent vivid in your memory, so you quickly go through the small bottles, bringing them close to my nose. “This one.” You look up, meeting his eyes through the mirror.

“It's my favorite.” He says, moving a little closer.

“Mine too.” Thanks to the proximity, you can smell it, irradiating from his body. It's fresh and strong, very masculine. “I mean... I like it.”

Billy takes the bottle from your hands, opening it. “Here.” He pour some on his index and middle finger, bringing them to your neck, on the soft spot below your left ear, pulling the hair away, and does the same on the other side. You feel the cold liquid spreading through your skin, and the scent surrounds you completely. “Now you smell like me.”

What should you say? Or do? You're frozen, inebriated by the closeness, by the low sound of his breathing. “I...”

“Hey, lovebirds. We're watching a movie.” Max says, and her voice brings you back to Earth. She has such perfect timing to save your ass. “You can either come and watch or stay here and make out. You pick.” And she leaves.

“Movie...” You tell him, catching your breath.

“Did I make you nervous?”

“I just want to watch the movie, Billy.” Grabbing his hand, you pull him towards the living room. “We're watching the movie,” you tell the kids.

“You and you. Move.” Billy gestures at Dustin and Will, who immediately stand up from the cough, giving you and Billy enough space to sit down.

The movie is already starting, and you roll your eyes to feel Billy's arm around your shoulders. You're aware the kids are staring, but you guess they're not used to see Billy like this with a girl. But you try to really focus on the movie, as you slowly relax.

You feel as you move closer to Billy, your legs touching. The movie isn't very good, and you laugh when Billy sigh's out of frustration. The kids seem to like it though.

“Not a very good one, right?” You whisper to him.

“You picked the wrong option, princess.” He snaps back, and you immediately remember what the other option was.

“What makes you think I want to make out with you?” You turn your head to look at him, using all the sassiness you have to cover up the truth. That you want to kiss him so bad, a fact that you just realized today. You've been wanting to kiss him for a while now, but you know how dangerous it would be.

“You think I don't notice when you blush? Or when you start breathing fast? Or when–”

“Shhh.” Someone mutters, and your eyes move back to the TV, abruptly. You feel Billy's chest moving when he laughs.

“I need to know something...” He whispers, and you feel as his arms slide down, encircling your waist and pulling you closer. You can feel his breath on your hair, and whatever is on the TV right now is just a distant blur. “I need to know if you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.”

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