#Sometimes you want your mom to say ��nah you’re perfect���
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“Can you listen?”
Raph’s world tilts, the same way it always does when he uses that tone of voice. “What?”
“Can you listen? Just, listen?”
He closes the comic immediately. “If I gotta.”
Mikey enters the room and sits. His head rests against the edge of the bed as Raph puts his feet on the floor. His brother stares at the roof, solemn.
“I think it’s my fault,” His voice doesn’t have the Mikey tint to it. It’s burdened and stiff. He hates it. “That no one likes me.”
Raph’s pinches his arm to stop the impulse to open his mouth.
Mikey’s eyes are distant. He’s faraway, stuck in thoughts that he hardly ever has, in a sluggish moment that makes his movements slow and each word pronounced. “I know I care be weird. And loud. And- and I see them. The looks. From.”
He stops, as if he can’t remember if there was more to that statement. Or maybe he doesn’t want there to be.
Mikey’s supposed to be an open book. And yet, sometimes even he can’t bear to flip his own pages.
“We’re different. I know that. Humans won’t like us. Because we’re... Monsters.” Mutants, he wants to correct, in the same way that he does when Donnie whispers the hateful freak to the mirror.
He digs his fingers into the sheets. Why does he have to watch, time and time again, as it spreads like a plague between them? “And- And not ‘cause we are. We just… It’s just that way for us.”
He looks up. Raph nods, a stiff motion. Not talking. Listening.
“And I can be different. ‘Cause of my head. And my- my-” He waves vaguely to explain what they both already know. “And it’s not bad. But it can be. Bad. Annoying. And it’s okay. Donnie’s-” Another wave. “It’s not bad. It’s just us. But it’s. For me, it’s like.”
He looks at the ground. “I think. I think if you weren’t my family, I’d be alone.”
Don’t say it- “There’s Leatherhead.” DARN IT-
“Yeah,” Mikey agrees, soft. Raph exhales, relieved. “Leatherhead’s my best friend.”
There’s so much defeat. Raph bites his tongue. Mikey mutters, “I don’t know.”
He waits. Mikey says, “Maybe he shouldn’t be.”
Raph scoots down to the floor. Mikey doesn’t react. “He’s great. I don’t know what I’d do if he wasn’t. I don’t like thinking about it.”
The lost gaze drifts across the roof. “Sometimes I think I’d be better if I wasn’t me. If I was different. And then I want to change, but then Leo gives me the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack, and then he’s glittery and embarrassed and it’s… Fun. I have fun. But it can also be mean. And make people mad. And I don’t want to change. I don’t want to. But maybe I should.”
He leans on Raph’s shoulder, weighed by defeat. “Raph?”
Raph’s awful at this. He knows that. But he has to say something.
“Don’t know anything about should or shouldn’t. I know you’re my little brother. Don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t. You are. That’s all that matters to me. Which means we’re stuck with each other. You don’t want to change? Don’t.”
He hesitates, scanning his face for any hint that his words are having the right impact on him. “Nobody’s the boss of you but you. World sucks. Humans suck. Some people’ll like you for stupid and some people won’t. Leatherhead’s been around this long. Don’t see him running off any time soon.”
Mikey smiles, briefly. It falls.
Raph follows his gaze to the poster.
He mutters, “Thank, Raphie.”
Raph swallows the bubbling worry and says, “Sure, Mike.”
They stay there until Mikey gains the strength to retreat to his room.
#Sometimes you want your mom to say “nah you’re perfect”#and then she goes “these could be flaws tho and you need to work on those- only if you think they’re ruining things for you”#It’s what you needed to hear but you didn’t want her to say it#But also if you didn’t want to hear it then you could have gone to literally anyone else and gotten sweet sugar instead of spice#This was a CHOICE but man does it suck#Not based off a true story but kinda pulled from reality?#ImagionationStation’s Ficlets#tmnt 2012 mikey#2012 mikey#tmnt raph 2012#raph 2012#tmnt 2012 raph#tmnt 2012 raphael#2012 raphael#2012 raph#raph tmnt 2012#mikey tmnt 2012#tmnt fic#tmnt fanfiction#tmnt fandom#raph and mikey#tmnt mikey 2012
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Rio x reader x agatha smut where the reader is a brat do they punish reader by edging them over and over and they DP reader 🫣
Let's Get Screwed !
Pairing: Agatha Harkness X Rio Vidal x Reader
Word count: 3.0k words
Summary: They weren't paying you any attention and so you took it upon your hands to get it
Warnings: 18+ smut, Mommy and Mistress kink, Kate is here, Anal( R receiving), fingering ( R receiving), double penetration, sort of soft agatha, toys, soft moment.
This neighborhood party hosted by Dottie was getting boring. You didn’t want to go at all and wanted to spend the day at home but your neighbors had begged you to join along as they didn’t want to be stuck hearing about the other ladies.
Rio and Agatha had taken a bit of a liking to you and you didn’t mind the company on nights where you didn’t have to go to work, which lead to a situationship between the three of you.
They were happily married to each other while you were their third, their perfect little pet who did no wrong. The young adult just out of college focusing on your career.You assumed they just wanted you as a way to spice up their life not knowing that they had feelings for you.
“ Are you gonna keep staring at them or actually listen to what I’m saying y/n?” Kate ask you.
“ staring at who……” you play dumb while your best friend rolls her eyes. You were so bad at faking it.
“ I’m guessing the three of you are still in the fucking stages them,” she says and you nod and burry your head in your hands dramatically. It had also been 2 weeks since they fucked you and all you wanted was their attention, no matter how you had to get it.
“ Kate babe you have no idea, like works been up my ass about the new social media campaign and I haven’t had a good fuck in,” you pause to think,” 2 weeks Kate”. One of the moms in the neighborhood hears you cuss and gives you a side eye which you ignore and Kate just holds in her laugh.
“ have you tried discussing your feelings with the woman? “ she offers up.
“ nah,” and she rolls her eyes.
“ texted them about talking ?”
“ tried but schedules didn’t line up ?”
“ Carrier pigeon ?” Kate asks sarcastically.
“ Does Yelena know a guy who does that because I’m actually considering it,” and Kate slaps your arm at your stubbornness.
“ maybe you just need to make them jealous so they can fucking talk about their feelings,” she says sarcastically says, giving you a good idea.
“ Would you help me Katherine ? Oh pretty please Katherine bishop ? Will you help your bestie friend to-“ and before you can say anything else she lightly slaps your arm to get you to shut up. God you annoyed her sometimes but she was up for the cause.
“ you’re such a brat,” she chuckles and you smile at the compliment.
“ hopefully it helps me with them fucking me til I can’t think,” you say, Kate not missing a second at she wraps her arm around your waist.
The rest of the party , the both of you act like a lovesick couple, Kate holding your hand as the both of you sit together listening to Dottie talk about her plants. Mrs Davis calls you both adorable whenever Kate feeds you a chocolate covered strawberry , all while Rio and Agatha just try to keep their cool infront of everyone.
“ y/n is being a brat Aggie,” Rio says in a quiet tone to her wife as they watch you strut around with Bishop. Both ladies knew that Kate had eyes for Yelena so there was no reason to be throwing yourself at her in front of everyone in the neighborhood.
“ give it another minute babe,” Agatha says watching you and Kate go off hand in hand,” then we’ll take them home and teach them a lesson”.
“ you think they saw us?” Kate laughs nervously as she’s in no mood to piss off the milfs.
“ definitely knowing them they’re on the way the way to come and ‘ talk’ or whatever “ you say.
“ I’m actually down to go y/n,” and you nod as she leads you towards the backyard exit, not before a soft pair of hands takes you away from your friend.
“ Mrs Harness-Vidal !” Kate’s says while you try to hide your blush. Right on cue.
“ Quite the showing affection the two of you were showing huh superstars?” She curiously asks and before Kate can respond Rio appears with a plate of food to take home.
“ Really Rio ? right now ?” Agatha asks.
“ Mrs Davis offered and I wasn’t gonna say no darling,” she defends herself.
“ Anyways,” Agatha begins again,” where are you and y/n going anyways Bishop?”
“ probably gonna go back to my place and watch tv ya know ?” Kate attempts to act cool while you snort at her attempt.
“ we can take y/n back with us babe,” Rio speaks up,” I know you probably still have to take your dog on a walk right ?”
Kate gives you one more look before you give her a little nod, signaling to her that you’d be okay.
“ bye y/n,” she gives you a quick kiss on your cheek before heading back to her place. Oh you were fucked after that.
Both ladies keep their composure as the three of you head over to the married couples place, the sound of Rio humming preventing you from freaking out as to what might happen.
“ on your knees pet,” Rio is the first one to speak and you don’t obey immediately, feeling confident to defy her.
“ actually I think I’ll sit on the couch,” you say and make your way to the couch, Agatha’s face showing a bit of shock.
“ oh so someone wants to be a brat ? Not listening to your mistress when she’s giving you orders?” Agatha asks and you don’t budge.
“ maybe if you had payed attention to me more at the party mommy I would have behaved you think-“ and Agatha shoves you off the couch to your knees. You let out a huff as the older woman chuckles.
“ listen here slut,” she has a grip on your chin,” your mistress and I are gonna punish you for being a bad pet for us and throwing yourself at Kate like that. You’re ours til the end of time you know that right ?”
You nod as best as you can, mind feeling a bit fuzzy at her command.
“ let mommy use your mouth with her fingers while Mistress undresses herself,” she tells you shoving two of her fingers in your mouth to suck, putting on a show for both ladies in front of you. Rio made a show of slowly taking off the dress in-front of you and her wife, taking her time to taunt you like the way she was an expert at.
“ fuck baby you’re drooling and you haven’t gotten my cock in your greedy mouth, she says with fake pity in her voice,” Rio baby, here or there bedroom”.
“ bedroom,” she answers and the three of you head to their main room, Agatha places you in the middle of the queen size bed while Rio places herself behind you.
“ Now it’s time for mommy to undress herself for us,” Rio says and you feel her arms wrap around your waist. All you can do is watch as the older woman in front of you makes a show of taking off each of her clothes, mind going crazy whenever you see her naked body and acting like it’s the first time you’ve seen her in all her beauty.
“ Is she wet for us honey? “ Agatha asks her wife and you feel one of Rio’s hands slowly go to your clothed center and pushing past your panties to feel your wetness. You lift yourself up a bit for the women behind you to take off your shorts and underwear in one swift motion, Rio helping you spread your legs so Agatha can see just how wet you got.
“ Should Mommy pay attention to that pussy of your pet? Personally I don’t think you after you decided to be a whore at the party and throw yourself onto Kate,” Rio whispers in your ear and you whine as you try to get any sort of friction from her fingers. Agatha gives her wife a look before she removes her fingers and holds you in place again. You wondered what they had planned for you after deciding to act all lovey lovey with Kate and sassing them.
“ Mommy is just gonna run to the closet and grab some items for us okay doll? Stay here with Mistress and maybe if you behave we’ll be easier on you tonight,” and you nod.
“ Mommy needs your words pet,” Rio holds your chin so you maintain eye contact with the other woman in the room.
“ Okay, Mommy,” and you see the woman smile before she goes to the closet while Rio moves her hand away from your needy pussy. The other hand that was holding you in place goes to your left tit while the other one goes to your mouth and she puts three fingers for you to suck. She might put up a tough exterior on the outside but when the three of you were in the bedroom, she was always the one to be more gentler that Agatha was which you always appreciated.
“ Just let Mistress play with your body pet,” she orders and you whine around your fingers,” want you to be ready for what Mommy and I have planned for you”.
It felt like an eternity as Rio took the fingers out of your mouth to go to your other nipple, giggling a bit as she messes with your bread, enjoying the little noises you make and before you try to protest Agatha comes back with two harnesses, a pair of cuffs, bottle of lube and two Dildos. What you don’t see is Rio smile at the idea her wife was proposing.
“ Someone is feeling adventurous, “ Rio says as the both of them change places for a bit, Rio take a minute to put on one of the harnesses and you feel Agatha sit behind you.
“ if you even think about using those hands we don’t hesitate to cuff you,” she spits out as her right hands goes to her cunt, two fingers going into your wet cunt with ease. Agatha goes slow and steady as she gets you ready for Rio’s cock.
Both ladies give each other knowing looks, the woman under you positioning you so that you’re in a comfy position.
“ Mistress is gonna fuck your pussy a bit baby while I play with your other hole okay pet?”
Oh , anal tonight ?
“ Mommy needs your word honey,” Rio says as the cock slowly goes into your went cunt, letting you adjust to the size.
“ Yes Mommy,” you mumble,” I’ll be good”.
“ Good job pet, who knew I had to mention using your other hole and all of a sudden you decided to be good for Mistress and Mommy” and Rio giggles at your silence. Agatha wasn’t wrong at all, both ladies know you like the back of your hand.
“ Honey, be a doll and start fucking that pussy while I get their other hole ready for my cock,” and Rio doesn’t have to be told twice as she takes it slow then you feel one one of Agatha’s long fingers tease your puckered hole, feeling the lubed fingers slowly go inside.
“ Fuck Mistress,” you moan out as Rio fucks your pussy, expertly thrusting into you and teasing your sensitive nipples while her wife get’s to work on you asshole. Agatha groans under you, the feeling of her long fingers bringing you pleasure and without another thought, your right hand goes to your clits for more pleasure but not before Rio stops her movements.
“ Oh honey, looks like our pet thinks they can touch their needy cunt whenever,” Rio says in a mocking tone, Agatha quickly grabs the cuffs from the right side of her and puts your arms in a comfy position.
“ We might just be here all night if you can’t decide to be a good pet baby” Agatha says as she starts to thrust the two fingers in your butt, the woman basking in your glory with Rio goes at a slow pace, waiting for what her wife wants to do to you next.
“ Is Y/N ready for your cock in their ass Aggie? I can tell from the way their legs are slowly wanting to close that our pet is close,” she laughs as she goes just a bit faster to make the point and rubs your clit as a tourating pace. Agatha does want to mess with you just a bit more but she’d rather want you in a more comfortable position first before anything else.
“ Lay down on the bed Rio and then be a good pet for us and sit on Mistress’ lap,” you nod, Rio slowly pulling out of you and going to sit on the bed, Agatha helping you to go back on her cock. No shame as she observes the way your face scrunches up at the feeling of the cock inside of your needy cunt. You lay your head on the other woman’s shoulder as you compose yourself, Rio rubbing small circles in your back while Agatha puts on her purple to use on you.
“ Now just stay still for us pet while I put my cock in your other hole for us,” she whispers in your ear, Rio whispering praises in your other ear to distract you at the toy went in your ass. It’s not like it’s your first time having something inside your ass, both of them training you with small plugs but it’s the first time having something bigger than just a small sized plug in you.
“ Fuck honey, we should have done with sooner with y/n,” Agatha groans out as you take her cock so easily, Rio taking that as a sign to slowly start thrusting. You moan at the feeling of the woman under you fucking your pussy while Agatha starts to thrust in and out of you as well. You might just cum soon if they keep it up.
“ Do you like mommy fucking your ass baby?” And you nod.
“ Pet,” she pulls your hair,” don’t be rude to your mistress and answer the question”
“ Yes Mistress,” you moan out,” I like mommy fucking my ass, I’m so close”.
“ Unfortunately because you decided to be a brat and whore yourself out, Mommy and I are gonna have fun using you like the little toy you are for us,” Rio chuckles at the fear in your face. The next hour both ladies is filled with begging, several ruined orgasms and so many noises coming from your pretty mouth as the ladies punish you for your actions from earlier, reminding you never to act out in front of them.
“ Are you gonna be a good pet for us and never do that shit again” Agatha asks and you nod, brain feeling too dizzy and foggy to say any words.
“ Use your big girl words pet,” Agatha orders,” unless you want to go another round”.
“ M’sorry, mommy and mistress,” you whine out,” wanna cum, please, wanna cum on your cocks”. Both of them give each other looks, wondering if they should just cave in and let you cum.
“ Promise not to act like that with Kate pet?” Rio asks and you nod.
“ Promise to be ours and only ours baby?” You hear Agatha say in a sweet tone and you again nod, finding it hard to keep holding on until Agatha snakes your hand to your clit.
“ Cum for us pet,” Rio whispers and you scream as your orgasm hits you hard, Rio helping you stay in place as the older woman slowly pulls out of your other hole first before Rio does. She whisper sweet praises in your ear while you bury your head in her chest. Agatha gets rid of her strap in the bathroom then comes back with a cup of water along with a rag to clean you.
“ I know you wanna sleep honeybee but Aggie needs to clean you off,” and you nod as Rio helps you get off of her cock, your pussy feeling empty while Agatha can’t help to admire what both of them did to you. You whine at the feeling of the wet rag on your sensitive core but Agatha is the one to comfort you and lay with you after.
“ Aggie? “
“ Yeah honeybee?” She asks you, admiring how adorable you look in her arms. Rio quietly makes her way to your right side so that both ladies are in between your tired body.
“ Did you mean what you said earlier? Bout me being yours and Rio’s only? “ you asks with a bit of hope in your eyes, too tired to go home if they were to say no.
“ Of course,” she says,” Rio and I want you to be ours, we just hope you feel the same way”.
“ I agree babe,” Rio adds,” We want to treat you like the princess you are, we didn’t like the way Kate was all over you earlier at the party ya know?”
“ I just wanted to see if you would get jealous,” you mumble as they cuddle with you, enjoying the feeling of Agatha petting your hair while Rio rubs your back. Both ladies chuckle at the revelation, a bit shocked they actually took your bait.
“ I wonder where you got that from,” the sarcasm from Agatha’s mouth as she looks at her wife who acts innocent, making you giggle. For the rest of the night the three of you all take in the comfort of each other before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.
#lizs writing#liz thoughts 💭#agatha all along fanfic#agatha all along#agatha harkness#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness fanfic#rio vidal#rio vidal x reader#rio vidal fanfic#agatha harkness x rio vidal x reader#agathrio#agatha harkness smut#rio vidal smut#agathario smut
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I'm really bored, so there's a little Yuu-sona or something like that. I don’t like to write on the pictures themselves (yeeah, sure), soooo...
A little backstory: like yuu-sona, I would also like to be based on some Disney character, and one day I was just looking around and was like, “hmm, I braid my hair with a polka dot scrunchie, I have black hair…. yeah, definitely Minnie." Yep, that's how it was. Well, besides, it seems to me that the design of the ghost camera fits, and of course friendship with Mickey, he didn’t mention her when he talked about friends, right?)) Besides, Minnie doesn’t belong to any specific cartoon, but this means she can play the role of both a hero and a villain, so getting into the NRC may well be justified, smart;)
So, now just a little randomness about this gal, and, accordingly, me:
• ISFJ (I don’t know what for, but just if you’re interested)
• at first she thought about hiding her real gender, making up something, playing dress-up to become look like a boy. But on the very first day of school, she realized that it's unnecessary, if they didn’t like something, it's their problem
• Purchased the uniform from Sam, because seriously, where else can you find a uniform that is the perfect size? She had to beg for money from the headmage; you want the students to look diligent, so you pay.
•"So, where is my computer? Where is my tablet? Where is my pen? How can I survive without this mmm???)))"
• The first time she was in Twisted Wonderland she constantly had a headache, because in her world she was not used to being in the fresh air so often and moving so often.
• It's raining men!
• "How can boys be so tall at such a young age?! It's crazy!"
• Sometimes throws in phrases and references in her native language, just because she can.
• In fact, she was really surprised that practically (for the most part) no one bullies her for her lack of magic. Like, "if this was my world, I'd be an outcast by now, seriously, guys, aren't you going to make fun of me or what?!"
• Sometimes falls into philosophical thoughts, like “Why is someone constantly trying to prove their strength here… why doesn’t anyone understand that we are all students, which means we are all equal? Especially these idiots from Savanaclaw-” (yup, I really hate these npc guys)
• "Soooo… I found myself in another world, where ghosts, fairies, magic are all real, before that I was riding in a black carriage and woke up in a coffin in a black robe… The mirror said that my soul does not belong anywhere and its there’s nowhere to return…Hmm.. Hmmmm..! Does this mean that in my world I’m already dea- Oh, look, pies are on sale!”
• "Should I start charging money to solve your problems?"
• "Why is it always something? Like it's literally always freaking something........"
• Had to learn to cook to survive. Well, mostly because Grim whines that he can’t live on just scrambled eggs and burnt fried potatoes lol.
• Would like to join the Mountain Lovers' Club, but remembered how in her world she constantly excused herself from trips to the mountains or family overnight stays in tents by the lake. Nah..
• She likes this interesting world, but still at night she cries into her pillow because she misses his mom so much :(
• “Actually, in my world, I had already graduated from college, received a diploma and was just looking for a job. And you say that I need to start studying again from the first year?!”
• haha silly mirror, a test on the internet told me that I should go to Scarabia 💅
• REALLY wants to know what's going on in her world while she's here. Literally thinks about this almost every day
• "Lol guys, did you know that your Great Seven are actually bad guys? No, no, nothing, just breaking the fourth wall"
If it weren't for Grim, she probably would have remained a janitor forever. Like, seriously, have you seen how often mc speaks compared to other students? Totally matches my social awkwardness.
•Really very interested in this world, its history and especially other schools. Like, really, if all this turns out to be a dream and she'll return to her gray world of high-rise buildings, then at least she'll have something to remember.
• "They call me just "Pola" for a reason. And the reason is... Says her full name, which to a non-native speaker sounds like a spell to summon a demon.
•"Hey guys, look what I found. A bowling ball." This is Chenya's head.
•"Deuce is asking for my opinion and does not forget about my presence and is happy when I cheer for him #BFF🥺" (we have the same birthday by the way)
•"Ehehee Pola Trappola ehuehe.......… Just kidding, jeez!"
Phew, that was silly, but I hope you found it interesting haha
#artwork#art#digital art#game fanart#fanart#oc#original character#character design#self sona#sona art#twst wonderland#twst oc#twst#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst yuusona#yuusona
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Sunny’s Fall Prompts
Hockey and Football are back and I’m just itching to start writing again.
Rules; The person you send in has to be on my list of who I write for. Please send in the number prompt with the quote and the person you’re requesting for. 😊
1. "Nah. You're a big softie."
2. "Is this really happening all over again?"
3. "is this okay?" "it's more than okay."
4. “My teammates gets annoyed because I talk about you 24/7”
5. “You sent me inappropriate pictures. When I was out in public”
6. “Your mom gave me pictures of you when you were a baby.”
7. “You got frosting on your face”
8. “We were never meant to be.”
9. “Don’t lie to me. I know everything”
10. “Don’t – Don’t make me fall in love again.”
11. “Why are you suddenly coming back into my life after I just started to do good.”
12. “it’s absolutely sweltering, how can you still want to cuddle?!”
13. “don’t you dare say a word about my tan lines.”
14. "It feels like I've known you forever"
15. “why aren’t you checking me out?” “do you want me to check you out?” “yes. obviously”
16. “we knew this was just for two weeks right? there’s nothing we can do now except cherish the memories” “that’s so cheesy” “heard it the moment i said it”
17. “i’m so hot..” “loving the confidence.” “oh shut up.”
18. “Santa isn’t real.” “You take that back right now or I’m breaking up with you!”
19. “I would like you to stay.”
20. "I didn't mean to fall for you." "And neither did I."
"..Fucking pardon?"
21. "I can't believe I did this again." / "I can't believe we did this again."
22. " My mum asked about you again. "
23. "Stop pushing everyone away."
24. "you can't be bitter now, this was your decision."
25. "Did you break into my house??" "You refused to put up any Christmas (or any holiday) decorations! What choice did I have?"
26. “No more holiday movies. Please.”
27. "I saw that. You just checked out my ass."
28. "You're pretty, I'll give you that."
29. "Sometimes you annoy me so much that I want to start planning our wedding, just so I can very publicly divorce you."
30. “I don’t know what I would do without you and I really don’t want to find that out.”
31. “Why are you lying?”
32. "I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?"
33. "Don't tell my sober me that I told you I love you. It was a secret."
34. "So, I asked around and everyone thinks I'm a great catch and would be perfect for you." “Who did you ask?”
35. "What do you want me to do now? Give you a pat on the back? Feed you a treat, give you a belly rub and call you a good boy?"
36. "I'm really disappointed in you."
37. "Don't you realize that I'm trying to ignore you?" “I do, but I don’t like it.”
38. "Silly me to assume you would care."
39. "I'm sitting front row. I always do."
40. "Let's not worry about the future. Let's just take this one kiss at a time."
41. "It was just a kiss." "I know. But does it have to be just that?"
42. “Is that a ring box in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
43. A teaches B how to ice skate
44. Going sledding
45. Baking together
46. “You’re so unlike the person I fell in love with at first. Who… Who are you?”
47. "S'mores are perfect when the marshmallows are burnt" "You just can't cook."
48. “It’s finally pumpkin spice latte season!”
49. “If you get scared, don’t come crying to me.”
50. “You look about as miserable as I feel”
#nico hischier x reader#jamie drysdale x reader#quinn hughes x reader#justin herbert x reader#Trevor Zegras x reader#jack hughes x reader#Matthew Tkachuk x reader#nhl imagine#nfl imagine
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Pizza Night - Storyline 22 - Together
≡ Embry ≡
“Never trust a bunny with your snake!”
≡ Leah ≡
“I told you bunnies aren’t as sweet as they look.”
≡ Embry ≡
“I didn't disagree!”
≡ Leah ≡
“Oh yeah. I was the one throwing them into you for a laugh.”
≡ Embry ≡
Clutches my non-existent pearls.
“Are saying it was something I did!?”
≡ Leah ≡
Pressing my lips together with a nod. “Spirits yeah. And you know it.”
≡ Embry ≡
Crossing my arms.
"And how exactly did I do this?"
Not sure I wanted to know the answer.
≡ Leah ≡
Mirroring his stand, with my arms crossed over my chest.
“Do you need me to show you a mirror?” Raising my eyebrow in a perfect arch. “Can’t blame the bunnies. They didn’t have a chance in front of a warrior.”
≡ Embry ≡
“Oh!!!! So, I was too sexy… so… my fault?”
Raises a brow.
≡ Leah ≡
“I didn’t say that.” Pointing to him. “You said it. I’m just pointing out facts.”
Tilting my head to the side.
≡ Embry ≡
“Let's get the mirror then and you can point out exactly what you are saying!”
Calling her bluff.
≡ Leah ≡
Narrowing my eyes at him. Biting on the inside of my cheeks.
“Fine… after you.” Nodding in the direction of the bathroom.
≡ Embry ≡
“Is this the part where you lock me in and install a cat flap that you slide my food through while you keep me hostage?”
Follows her anyway.
≡ Leah ≡
Rolling my eyes.
“It’s not a hostage situation if you’re a willing participant, Dimples….. I checked.”
Smirking.
≡ Embry ≡
I tilted my head and smirked... She had a point.
"Well... I suppose I can't deny that... both your point and my..." I waggled my brows. "Willingness."
≡ Leah ≡
Rolling my eyes again. Pushing the door of the bathroom open and stepping to the side.
“I’m always right. You just never listen.”
Motioning for him to go inside.
≡ Embry ≡
"Oh no... My mom raised a gent... Ladies first."
≡ Leah ≡
“My house. My rules. Guests first. Unless they are Chicken.”
≡ Embry ≡
Raises a brow.
"I think the last time that chicken line worked on me I was 11!" I chuckled. "Fine I'll go first... just to be a polite guest!" And because she was way more stubborn than me... I was too curious to wait.
≡ Leah ≡
Shaking my head.
“Nah…. I’ve known that Chicken word to work on you not so long ago, Dimples.”
Resting one shoulder on the door frame waiting for him to step into the bathroom.
“Tick tock… Embry… tick tock.”
≡ Embry ≡
I stepped inside careful not to turn my back on her.
“Always in a rush, Trouble!”
Teases.
≡ Leah ≡
“With you? Never.”
Raising my eyebrow.
“Where is the trust, Dimples?”
≡ Embry ≡
“Oh, I trust you.”
Chuckles.
“I trust you to be about 5 steps ahead of me!!”
≡ Leah ≡
“Five? There you go underestimating me again. Have you learnt nothing?”
Smile a little too sweetly.
≡ Embry ≡
"I said About!!" Sticking out my tongue.
"Could be more! See!" I pointed at her too sweet to be savoury smile... "I knew you were up to something! I'm gonna die in this bathroom." I turned to the mirror to fix my hair.
"At least, I'll still be pretty when I go."
≡ Leah ≡
Shaking my head. “Why are you so paranoid?
Rolling my eyes. “Only if I don’t smash your face in first.” I pulled the door shut. Not locking it, before making my way back to my living room.
“This should give me at least twenty minutes of peace. While you look in the mirror.”
≡ Embry ≡
Thinks about staying here to see what she’d do….
“Nah!” I decided it was more fun to mess with her now. So, I chased her down the hall and caught her around the waist from behind.
≡ Leah ≡
“Spirits!” I heard him before I felt him. My hands moved to rest over his, shaking my head with a smirk. “Really? Not even two minutes? This evolution thing sucks sometimes.”
No, it didn’t. But it was funny to tease.
≡ Embry ≡
I laughed and lifted her off her feet. Kissing her cheek awkwardly from behind. “I just decided there was something even better than me to look at… I thought you called that personal growth…” I smirked.
“You know. Evolution and all.”
≡ Leah ≡
Snapping my teeth at him. My hands holding on to his. “It’s why I said it sucks, Dimples!”
Spirits! My house sounds like a home filled with his laughter!
≡ Embry ≡
“Nah!!” Setting her down.
“We both know we are all for the evolution thing. Especially when it leads to…” I pulled her in. “This.” I leaned in to kiss her once on the lips sweetly. Then kissed her all over her face.
≡ Leah ≡
“Embry! Call!” Growling and laughing at the same time, I didn’t fight the attention. But couldn’t not growl at him… for the fun of it.
Curling my arms around his neck. I snapped my teeth pretending to try to catch his lips to bite them.
“You’re asking for trouble now.”
≡ Embry ≡
I wrapped my arms around her and locked her in (sort of) by grabbing my own wrist.
"I think you'll find I already have trouble, Trouble."
Smirks.
≡ Leah ≡
“Funny…” narrowing my eyes at him with a smirk on my lips. “Okay… I see what you did there.”
Kissing his nose. “Look who is stepping into his trouble now.”
≡ Embry ≡
It was the narrowing of the eyes that did it... I swallowed hard.
"If you promise not to knock me on my arse I'll make you my famous pizza?"
≡ Leah ≡
My foot was moving to curl up around his ankle and pull it out from underneath him. But I stopped.
“Pizza? Now?” I asked setting myself straight in front of him. “Hmm…”
≡ Embry ≡
I knew what she was doing… but I leaned in and dropped my voice the way she liked.
“You know you want to… hot… gooey... Makes you feel so good inside.” I brushed my lips against her ear. “Say yes, Trouble… you know you want to.”
And my stomach growled. It was saying yes first.
≡ Leah ≡
By the spirits! The way he did that! It did something in the core of my being!
Curling my neck I closed my eyes controlling the way my body told on me. Until I heard his stomach, and then I laughed.
“Pizza it is.” Snapping my teeth at him. “You have a way of making it sound amazing.”
≡ Embry ≡
I laughed. “Well… that's gotta be a record... Turning a woman on talking about pizza… do I get a prize?”
Awkwardly shuffling towards the kitchen without letting her go. She couldn't deny it, I could smell it.
≡ Leah ≡
Rolling my eyes at the comment and more so the way he had chosen for us to walk towards the kitchen?
“You know it’s not the pizza, Wisearse.” I wasn’t going to give him a big head by explaining my body's reactions.
“I don’t know… keep trying to mess with me, and No.”
≡ Embry ≡
I smirked and let her go and took her hand to spin her around. "Trust me... I know exactly what it is."
I stepped away and gave her a world-class view of my arse as I headed into the kitchen ahead of her.
"And that was a compliment... so I'll accept that as my prize."
≡ Leah ≡
My hair fell out of its bun, cascading down my back and over my shoulders by the time I faced the other direction.
Raising my one perfectly arched eyebrow, I crossed my arms over my chest taking in the show in front of me.
“You think me, telling you, to take a shower… is a compliment!”
≡ Embry ≡
I was momentarily stunned… like I always was when she took her hair down… It was even better when she didn't do it on purpose.
“Shower??” I scoffed. “All I heard was I turned you on by sweet talking into your ear.”
I found a frozen pizza first and had a thought. “Do you only buy these so there is something here for me to cook when I offer?”
≡ Leah ≡
I noticed that pause. And I also knew what caused it. Even if I didn’t plan it.
Following him into the kitchen. I jumped up to sit myself down on the countertop, watching him move around my kitchen without any hesitation.
Shrugging one shoulder. He knew the answer. I didn’t do frozen pizza. If I wanted to make pizza, I took the time to make the dough, and the sauce, and the toppings. Bring it together.
“Someone once told me it was a good backup plan. And tastes good when it’s pimped up.”
≡ Embry ≡
I laughed... my face buried in the fridge as I rummaged through her leftovers. I lifted out a tub that looked like leftover chicken and grabbed any cheese she had, plus some extra pepperoni too. When I pulled my head out of the fridge I saw her sat there...
"Now you're just trying to tease me." I laughed and put everything on the counter. Then I remembered I should have put on the oven first, to heat up.
"I'm not going to fall for your schemes, Trouble." I tapped my nose and wagged my finger at her. "I'm onto you." Then I tried my best to turn my attention back to my task.
≡ Leah ≡
Frowning a little. “Excuse me… Leah Clearwater does not scheme.” Shaking off the feeling of talking about myself in the third person.
But by the spirits… that sound… his laughter… yeah… so worth it.
“But if you can’t control yourself.” I jumped down from the counter, opening the cabinet behind me, to take out a bag of Doritos.
“I’ll leave you to it and go sit in the living room.” Pulling the bag open, I popped a chip into my mouth.
≡ Embry ≡
“You mean you don't scheme on purpose… it just happens naturally?” I teased and found a cutting board. I opened the chicken and sniffed it… it smelled like it would pair very nicely with pizza.
I scattered it on top and started to grate cheese. I laughed and abandoned my post. “Let’s not do anything hasty!” I chuckled and caught her lightly around the waist.
“This could be a teaching moment, Trouble.” I did the voice thing again. “You really gonna pass that up?”
≡ Leah ≡
“That is not classified as scheming.” I corrected him popping another chip. “It’s called adjusting to needs.”
Oh.. yeah…. That voice caused a reaction! My mouth stopped chewing, with heat crawling up the sides of my neck. By the Spirits! This was…. Becoming a habit.
My eyes dropped to the floor, waiting to see.
“Teachable moment for me or for you, Dimples?”
≡ Embry ≡
I smiled... another smile that only she brought out of me... slow, sexy... hungry. "Me, of course." I let my body brush against hers as I slipped my hands to her arse and lifted her, strong, toned... and lightly flushed form onto the counter again.
"We can call it a lesson in focus and self-control."
I grasped at the last remaining threads of both that I had and used them to step away, then returned to the task of spreading the cheese on top of the frozen pizza and shredded chicken pieces.
≡ Leah ≡
Rolling my eyes to the heavens, counting to five… nope… ten… to bring myself back into a mindful mode of not wanting to kiss his smiling face. And that voice! Why did it heat the depth of my core to life?
It took me a blink of two, shifting myself on the counter, and I was back.
“We all need a refresher now and then. So… sure… no time better than now.”
Remembering the bag of chips in my hand, I took out another popping it into my mouth while watching him make us dinner.
≡ Embry ≡
I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She was... ... as distractable as I was today. I found a cutting board and a knife with ease in her kitchen and started to slice the pepperoni.
"Exactly, I'm still part human... I'm willing to accept that my skills might need a little polishing from time to time." I smiled at her. She knew this smile.
"But with a willing and talented tutor... it hardly feels like work."
Flashes... so many flashes as I watched her propped up on the counter, eating those chips.
≡ Leah ≡
“Wait. Are you admitting to not being perfect? Embry Call! This is growth!”
In the past, we teased, joked, and laughed about things such as being perfect. It became a game, a challenge between us, who could come out on top.
Okay… the image of him being on top… wasn’t what I needed to see right now.
My so helpful warrior decided to show me images of me being on top….
“Spirits!” Shaking my head. “How times have evolved.”
Catching his gaze, and following it to the bag, I held the chips out. “Want some?”
≡ Embry ≡
"Hold up now!" I laughed. "Even perfect specimens might need polishing! The world is constantly moving forward, we gotta work to keep up, is all."
I quirked a brow... something was going on inside her head... and I wanted in on it!
I added more cheese... because... Well, it was cheese!
I slid the tray into the oven and set the timer... With her sitting on the counter like that, it was a sure thing I was going to get distracted.
I returned to her side and grinned helping myself to a chip... "Feel like we've been here before?" I smirked.
≡ Leah ≡
Flipping my hair to the other side, over my shoulder, so I could see him. I just smiled, raising an eyebrow with a small nod of my head.
“Hmm… I’d have to agree.” The image of the last time flashed by. “Feels like a full circle to me.”
Waiting for him to take what he wanted before my hand went into the bag for another chip too.
“Things are different now…” shaking my head. “Who even knew this is where we’d end up?”
≡ Embry ≡
I smiled, reaching up to twirl a strand of her hair around my fingers after she flipped it over to one side. "Hmm..." I stared at the way the silky black strands slid between my rough fingers.
"No denying that... I wouldn't have done this then..." I moved my gaze to her eyes my smile softened, while my heart jolted... every single time. It was funny but it was true.
"But it was the first time the urge to kiss you was almost too hard to resist... at least the first time I knew without a shadow of a doubt I was going to do it," I chuckled. "It was just a matter of when."
I grinned... 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 came pretty soon after that.
≡ Leah ≡
Head tilted to the side; I sat still taking him in. The way he was lost in thought, how his fingers played with the strands of my hair.. and by the spirits… the smile on his lips.
My own lips curled up at the corners, sensing the change in him. Also, at the realization of how I would have hurt him. If he had tried to touch my hair back then. Some walls were coming down, but nowhere enough to save him from a broken finger or two.
“Hmm…” His eyes lifted to meet mine, and I could see the memories playing there.
“Who knew, all it would take is pizza, chips, and a beer.” It wasn’t… it took a shed load more. And he knew it too.
“Wait…” it occurred to me… “The kitchen? When you were making us dinner?” My brows pulled together. “Not the couch?”
≡ Embry ≡
"Oh yeah, just the beer, chips, and pizza... That might be all it takes to get me in the mood..." I winked. "But you... are a far more complex being." I laughed and let her hair slide free.
I did a double-take... "You didn't know?" I laughed; her instincts were normally so on point.
"The kitchen was where I realized that I was done wanting to kiss you, and I was gonna try... As soon as you snapped your teeth at me." I snapped mine at her. "But I was planning to wait... build up to it... But the couch is where I remembered that planning isn't my strong suit."
I tilted my head... "How in the name of the spirits did you miss that one, Trouble... Were you living in the moment by any chance?"
≡ Leah ≡
I laughed with him, taking in the shape of his eyes, the way his features changed when he reminisced, and his far-away look, but at the same time, he was right here too.
“Spirits.” That snap did something, I stilled. Stopped breathing. Cleared my throat. And let out a low hum. Shaking my head slowly.
“I didn’t miss it… I felt… something… a draw… but… I didn’t know what….” Being honest with him.
“I dismissed it as you goofing around.. as…” What did I dismiss it as? “Hmm.. as..” I felt the meaning in my chest but couldn’t put it into words. Shrugging my shoulders.
“Maybe I was just lost in the fact, I was letting someone other than my ma feed me. And talk to me without passing judgment?”
≡ Embry ≡
I smiled... The way that she reacted to looking back on those memories. "It's strange isn't it?" I asked, standing in front of her now. "Looking back and trying to figure out exactly when and how those feelings started?"
I took her hand and placed it low on my stomach. "That night, I felt it right here… sometimes I'm certain it was the first time… other times I know there were a dozen more before that.”
I moved her hand up to my heart. “Later that night it was here; I couldn't remember the last time anyone made my heart race. But the thing that stands out the most is that… there was no end game… no desire for more than just that first kiss… just to know, to feel. All my life I talked about living in the moment, but I was never more focused on just one moment.”
I touched my forehead to hers. “It took me far too long to wake up.” I didn't apologize or justify my past behaviour; she didn't want that, and we’d been through it all. “But I'm wide awake now.”
≡ Leah ≡
Setting the bag of chips down beside me I followed his actions with my eyes, before returning to gaze in his eyes again.
Actions…. I smiled to myself….
I felt my heart returning his call to it, remembering my thoughts.. the moments… the feelings… all and nothing at the same time… okay… ‘nothing,’ wasn’t the right word to describe it… but I knew what I meant.
“So much for not hitting on me…” It was one of the first things he said to me. After I of course told him. “Or… there’s nothing I can see here I’d be interested in.” Paraphrasing. She sat up listening. Because she wanted credit. “She stopped me from punching you in the face.” Recalling the tsunami that took place internally when he kissed me.
Closing my eyes resting my forehead on his. Leaving my hand over his heart.
≡ Embry ≡
I chuckled softly, raising my hand to her cheek, leaving hers to look out for my heart. "Well, I meant it at the time... but the real question is..." I dropped my voice low again without having intended to. "Are you 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 now?"
We both knew that was not the word she had used. And that she had meant it at the time too.
"That's because out of the four of us here... she is the cleverest." I did so love to flatter her wolf, and I believed it... she had, after all the arse kicking her counterpart dished out, always protected the face.
≡ Leah ≡
At the way his voice changed, my eyes opened to look at him. Taking in the feel of his warm breath on me, that scent of his…
She was enjoying this conversation, of course, she was… he was charming her as always. But I let her have it.
“Hmm… maybe…” I snapped my teeth at him. “I told you before… watch the actions… not the words.” Brushing my nose with his.
“But… The friendship came first…without letting that door open, I wouldn’t have been there that night… I wouldn’t have let my guard down.”
Turning my head into his touch.
≡ Embry ≡
Her answer was all I needed. I smiled, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “So sexy," I whispered, my stomach doing that thing that we had only just talked about.
"I do so enjoy watching your actions." My smile turned a little more wicked. "The friendship came first." I agreed. "That was a night where we chose a path. Have I mentioned... or..." I paused and chuckled. "Have I shown you lately how glad I am that you picked the same one?"
≡ Leah ≡
Curling my bottom lip to suck it, those muscles in my stomach and even lower all letting me know that his proximity to me was being noticed.
“So sexy..” I agreed, smiling because his one was bloody contagious. Turning my head into his touch again. Before speaking.
“You’re cooking dinner. Isn’t that showing me how glad you are right now?”
My hand was still over his heart, feeling the pressure of each beat as we spoke to each other.
“How else would you show me?” Raising my eyebrow. Okay.. fine. There were lots of ways he’d shown me. And he knew it.
≡ Embry ≡
"I would say that we match..., but a thirty-five and a ten..." I chuckled. "Well, they really can't be compared." I kissed the tip of her nose.
"You make a good point... cooking every twentieth meal we eat together... I'm an absolute keeper, Clearwater." I teased. "But I'm sure I think of something... a song maybe... or serving myself up for dessert... you really did enjoy that."
≡ Leah ≡
“Thirty-Five - Twenty.” I corrected him. “I don’t need to cheat to win with those scores.” Wiggling my nose with that kiss making it tickle a little.
“I don’t keep you for the cooking, Call…” hundred percent truth. “I’m more than capable of feeding myself and you.” Not that anyone outside of the bubble knew this fact. “It’s the love of music, and the songs you sing.. that’s why you’ve not been kicked to the curb.” There were a few other reasons too. But why give him a big head?
≡ Embry ≡
A long exhale escaped from me at those words... 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦... Fuck! Why did those words make my stomach and my wolf prowl closer to the surface?
"Spirits, I like the sound of that!" I said in a low rumble. And then, of course, she had me laughing. "We both know I play better than I sing." I chuckled. "But I also sing better than I cook... so I think your priorities are well aligned."
The rest of her reasons didn't need to be said, Leah only kept people in her life because she wanted to, and she hadn't hidden her reasons for letting me in, for a very long time.
≡ Leah ≡
She felt him first, by a split second. His warrior was coming closer, making her dream of how we could do this. Wake him up… “Because it’s the truth, maybe? Or the fact that we are fully honest?”
Now my hands moved up to his hair, combing it back and then tugging on it. “By the Spirits…” a low-pitched hum echoed in my head. There it was.. that sound we both liked to hear from him. Even my home came to life in technicolour when his laughter filled this space.
“Come.. on… you know better... I know where priorities come up the line.” I didn’t fight his comment about his singing. Because he didn’t hear his voice through my ears and heart. So, how was he to know any better?
≡ Embry ≡
She tugged at him... pulling him closer to the surface. I moved my free hand to her hip and pulled her to the edge of the counter, right as she tugged my hair, making me groan. Why was that so fucking hot!?
My thumb brushed the edge of her lip, and my teeth grazed her full lower lip.
Just as my heart rate reached its peak; the timer buzzed aggressively. I couldn't tell if the huff of indignation at the sound was me or my wolf... Who was I kidding; it was both of us.
"Saved by the bell, Trouble," I whispered before summoning every scrap of self-control I had to tear myself away to tend to the oven.
≡ Leah ≡
This time it was me who burst out in laughter. This couldn’t possibly be anything more than perfection.
“Spirits! Buzzers really like bringing us crashing to the ground.”
Not a moment too soon. He had electricity charging throughout my being. From my head all the way down to my toes.
I curled my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down on it to keep myself from wanting more from them.
Embry and his warrior… they pulled us to our awakening, and now it was up to me to push my control back in place.
Combing my fingers through my own hair now.
≡ Embry ≡
“It fast becoming my least favourite sound.” I chuckled and opened the oven. I lifted out the pizza tray. In need of a rather vital adjustment.
I rested and pulled a plate out to slide the pizza onto it. Glancing over at her I smiled… the signs were on her face just as plainly as mine.
“Flustered Clearwater?” I teased her. I found the pizza cutter with ease and ran it across the cheesy masterpiece. I set the plate in the middle of her table and went to the fridge for two beers.
≡ Leah ≡
To give my hands something to do, I slipped down from the counter. Opening the top drawer for a bag clip. Rolling the bag of chips closed and clipped it down.
Slowing the blood rush, the thudding heart, and the heat rising… it was all coming back… slower than expected. “Ahh.. someone in need of a cold shower, dimples?” Not answering his question. Because it was visible.
Once I put the chips away and turned back around. Leaning back on the counter I couldn’t help watching him.
Smiling, with my arms crossed over my chest, I tilted my head; he knew his way around. And sure... I knew this... but... it still made me stop and wonder what happened with us and this path we were both walking?
Shaking my head. “The pizza smells so good.”
≡ Embry ≡
I smiled watching her, the opportunity while she was distracted, and I had my back turned to 𝕗𝕚𝕩 myself. It wouldn't go unseen… but at least it was an attempt at politeness.
“Definitely!” I admitted. “But pizza first!” I laughed. I open the beers and put them on the table. “I'm sure whatever is on the chicken you made will make or break my recipe.” I smiled and slipped my arms around her pulling her away from the counter, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her lips, and her chin between words. “Will you join me for dinner, Ms Clearwater?”
≡ Leah ≡
Shifting my eyes towards the windows to give him some space to.. well… correct himself. I pressed down on my lips trying not to smile.
Good… he was in the same spot as me. Always good to know.
The aroma filling my senses was mouth-watering. Thinking about the leftovers in the fridge, I knew what he’d used. “It’s peri-peri,” I told him and stepped into him.
Now there was no stopping the smiles, who could resist?
“Thank you, Mr. Call. I will join you.” Biting his cheek before I made my way to take a seat.
≡ Embry ≡
I smiled and planted one last kiss on the corner of her mouth. Then I took my seat and rubbed my hands together in anticipation. “Peri-peri chicken and pepperoni pizza? I think we might have a new winning recipe right here!” I chuckled.
“We make a great team when you think about it. All those amazing leftovers you have in the fridge, they really elevate my pizza game.” I grinned and lifted a slice. The cheese was perfectly stringy, just how you wanted.
I could smell the chicken below the layer of melted goodness.
≡ Leah ≡
Raising my eyebrow in a perfect arch. “We make a good team, because of my leftovers?” Watching his jubilation for the cheese pull.
“There’s no other reasons we work, huh?” I asked taking a slice directly opposite from where he had. I had to give credit where credit was due. The pull from the cheese was so good!
The steam rose from the top of the slice, the crust browned perfectly, and the chicken seemed to glow underneath the glossy cheese.
That first bite was a sensation of flavours bursting and coming to life inside of my mouth.
≡ Embry ≡
"So hasty, Trouble!" I smirked. "Who said only?"
I locked my gaze on hers, my teeth pulling on my bottom lip, I watched her... thinking of all the reasons we worked so well. "We could make a list of all the reasons we work well if you like." I smiled. She liked a good list... and I liked... well, anything that made her smile.
I could see the enjoyment on her face when she took a bite, and I couldn't resist anymore. I took a bite and licked some cheese drippings off my pinkie finger. "Mmm... Yes! That is good. Peri-Peri chicken pizza... we'll start a new craze." I grinned and swallowed the bite.
"So... the list. In any particular order or, do we make the list first and then decide where they all rank?"
≡ Leah ≡
The pizza was good, the flavours all came together in my mouth as I chewed and married so well.
“The cheese, it’s always the extra cheese,” I muttered before taking another bite from the slice. Okay, so the chicken was good too. It’s always better the next day.
My eyes flicked over to him at the special word. “List?” My ears perked up, add to that the bloody lip bite!
“Spirits.” Closing my eyes and shaking my head, swallowing my mouthful. “I know what you’re doing. It’s not going to work.”
My eyes were back on him. “Everyone knows. List, then arrange.”
≡ Embry ≡
"You can never go wrong with extra cheese." I smiled and took another bite. "This one just might be my best yet."
I smiled... the sub-text in her body language shifted at the word list... Maybe even excited her, if not turned her on just a bit.
"Okay, fine… just that last bit. I knew the answer... I was showing off a little. Just to prove I was paying attention." I smirked. Like the mention of the entire list thing was to give her that look in her eyes.
"Okay then... I'll start..." I smiled that smiled She knew the one. "Let's start with simple, yet vital... Temperature. We match."[LB3]
≡ Leah ≡
It’s a good one, top five for sure.” Leaning back in my chair, I moved my legs out from under the table to the side so that I could cross them.
“Look who is taking notes.” He had been listening and paying attention.
I took another bite, the cheese pulled as good as the first one.
Raising my eyebrow. “You’re starting off strong,” I told him covering my mouth as I spoke. “And I would say, that’s the next on the list… strength. We share that too.”
≡ Embry ≡
I winked at her and took another bite into the crispy crust of the slice... "You know... it always turns out so much better when I cook this here... I'm starting to think we need a new oven." I was thinking out loud.
I smiled at her choice... "Not worrying about breaking each other... that is a big one... a potential number one... top three at least." I smiled and lifted another slice.
"How about playlists?" I swigged from my beer, watching her.
≡ Leah ≡
Chewing over the pizza in my mouth as well as his words. “Hmm… yeah.. when was the last time your oven ever got a deep clean or a service?” For once I wasn’t pulling his leg, it was a genuine question. “Don’t go buying a new one, without seeing if it’s a maintenance issue.”
I always left my crust to the end, enjoying that deep crunchy texture before the next slice.
“Top two. The playlist has to be in the top two.” This was a deal breaker. Music had to be one of our key things. Spirits, it helped me speak with him.
“Riding?” My next offering.
≡ Embry ≡
I stopped chewing and smirked. “Um…. Service? That's a thing? We wipe out the crusty bits…” I thought about it. “As for a real clean? When was the last time #Claire was mad at my wife?”
I grinned at her. “That's a good one. But we still need to get you on a machine built for cruising. We all live for the speed... But you need to try it my way too.”
I took another bite.
“Food… food is something we have in common too.”
≡ Leah ≡
I wasn’t judging them, but I chose to close my eyes and count to ten before saying anything. “The prom thing… I think.” In answer to the last time #Quil was upset enough to have one of his cleaning sprees around their home.
“You need to get that thing serviced!” I groaned after another bite.
He was trying it again, getting me to slow my ride down. “And upset my baby? Betrayal is what it’s called if you ride another bike and like it, Dimples. He would never forgive me.”
Picking up my drink, I took a pull, nodding my head. “Yeah. Food is the answer for all the warriors. We all enjoy food.’
Polishing off half a slice in two bites. “How about old horror?” I asked.
≡ Embry ≡
I chuckled at her reaction... "So... it might have been a while." I chuckled. "But you have a point... I'll make a call."
Now the chuckle was a full-blown laugh. "Okay... but what if... Just hypothetical. There was a sick baby... just out of rehab that needed a little open-road therapy. That would just be community service, right? I'm sure he’d understand."
"Oh!" I clutched at my heart! "Yes! That’s a big one... right there." Then I thought about it. "Climbing... even if you are still new to it. Or at least new to doing it the human way. You liked it. Something we should do again."
≡ Leah ≡
My eyebrow raised over the bottle as I took a moment to understand the situation he dreamt up for us. Frowning due to the fact the logistics weren’t logical at this point.
“Why would a sick baby out of hospital be trusted to me? No one would say. ‘My sick baby needs a ride. I know. I’ll get Leah Clearwater, with her resting bitch face to give it one.’ It’s not going to happen.”
At this stage, I don’t even want to acknowledge the voice I made up. It was low pitched, and the only thing I could hear coming out.
Setting the bottle down, I picked the half-eaten slice, biting some off.
I hadn’t forgotten about the first date he took me on. The early morning start, the sandwiches and snacks he had ready, the drive to the place he took me rope climbing.
“It’s got to be on the list. It was a good day. The eagle and all.”
≡ Embry ≡
I laughed and shook my head. "Oh please... First of all, that resting bitch face is sexy as fuck... At least, I think it is. It's been a while since I've seen it... Owing to the fact that when you look at me all you're thinking about is when will you be able to take my clothes off." Was I seeing what I wanted to see? It was highly possible.
"But I have a way of taking beat-up old things and making them good as new again." I thought about the jeep and my bike... "Or... almost at least."
I smiled remembering the way we had reached the top... We could have scaled that ledge half a dozen times in the time it took us to do it once. But she did it... each and every step.
"I can't promise you eagles... but I can promise you new and exciting climbs."
≡ Leah ≡
“Wow… wow… wow!” Holding my finger up to stop him.
“What do you mean I don’t have my RBF anymore? I worked damn hard to put the ‘No Entry’ sign on my forehead.” Again, not a lie. “And no, I do not! The majority of the time I’m fighting her, to let me kick your arse.” Huffing, I got the added benefit of him.
My scowl became a smile, because as much as I liked teasing him about it. He was an old soul, drawn towards old things like his jeep and bike.
Raising my eyebrow. “Why does it feel like I should be highly offended by the ‘beat up old things.’ Comment?”
My eyes were back on him, tilting my head to the side, letting my hair fall freely down my shoulders.
“You don’t need to promise me anything. I know it will come to pass when it’s meant to.”
≡ Embry ≡
I laughed... "Oh, I'm sure it is still there... it just turns me on now instead of making me shield my crotch."
I smirked. "She likes me too much." My wolf agreed, and there was no denying that we had a soft spot for that beautiful creature that lived inside her.
"Oh, please! If you even kinda thought I meant it like that I would be on the floor gasping for air after being throat punched." I winked at her.
"Hey, look another tick for the strength column!" I smiled. "There's another thing we share... No expectations... We just appreciate each other as we are."
I smiled. It was corny... But true. There wasn't a single thing I would change... not that I ever could, Leah was not the type to allow anyone to change her. Another side of her I found sexy as hell.
≡ Leah ≡
Okay, so not so much in the ‘evolution’ column per se, but I couldn’t help myself when I flipped him off.
Even with my heart doing that thing with my core, at the sound of his bloody laughter. Why did that sound so good?
“What can I say? I do like a well-executed throat punch.” She nodded her agreement. I just wasn’t sure if it was to me, or him. They both counted.
“You can’t use this one for the list, it’s too…. Well…. It’s just…” there was no fighting it. “Fine! I’ll let you have it. This time.”
≡ Embry ≡
I couldn't stop myself from touching my throat... even though... to this day I hadn't seen her actually throw one. "You know... I've heard getting punched in the throat can permanently change your voice." I chuckled... it was true and also self-serving. For some reason she liked my voice... which was at best: not unpleasant and on key... because I wasn't sure off-key was something I could do even if I tried. Perfect pitch and all.
I set my slice down for a second and eyed her with pinched brows. "Wait... Are we turning the list into a competition?" I laughed. "I don't remember signing up for that, Trouble."
≡ Leah ≡
“Well, I guess we have another something to add to the list. We both like your voice as it is.”
He had a tenderness to the way his voice sounded when he sang. It was Embry, but then I could also hear the spirits in there too. Because he sang from a pure place in his soul. I stopped chewing, shifting in my chair at the realisation that I did. Swallowing the food in my mouth, I just shrugged my shoulders. As if saying; ‘What did you expect?’
My eyes dropped to my slice, pulling off some of the chicken to eat.
“Not a competition.. not at all.” Looking up at him through my eyelashes, the smile on my lips growing.
≡ Embry ≡
I laughed. She had a point. I mean, if I had to pick between what my voice would be after a throat punch and how it is now, now would win.
I chuckled and then swallowed another bite. She had totally started to keep score. But it made me smile. "Never change, Trouble." I smiled... I was stating the obvious, Leah changed for no one.
"So... what is the score right now?"
≡ Leah ≡
“We never change, Dimples. We evolve on our journey.” Answering him and adding another item to the list.
Shaking my head I took another bite from the crust in my hands. Not really think before replying to Embry.
“It’s five, five with that last one.” Then I stopped chewing and looked up at him over the table. Spirits! He knew it was happening without me even trying or thinking about it.
≡ Embry ≡
I smiled at her... that was our thing... evolution, not change. Never change.
I sucked in a breath. "A tie..." I took another bite and contemplated. "I need to pull out a few good ones to get ahead." I chuckled.
"We both suck at asking for help but in entirely different ways." I laughed; it sounded like a negative but Leah had shown me that awareness of your flaws was all a part of the evolution process.
≡ Leah ≡
Falling back in the chair I clicked my tongue. “But at least we know we are bad at it. So… that’s a good thing, Dimples.”
Turning partly so that I could move my legs out from under the table. Crossing them as I thought about the list.
“Hmm… five.. six…” taking a drink before smiling.
“We both speak the language of eyes. Even if it took you some catching up on it.”
I always believed that the eyes told you what people didn’t see. You just had to learn their language.
“Six… six…”
≡ Embry ≡
I grinned at her. "I'm not quite so sure that was part of the Ancestor's lesson plan when they nudged us down the same road, Trouble." I bit into the crust in my hand and swallowed the mouthful. "They might have wanted us to do a little more than identify our flaws." I chuckled and lifted my beer.
"We both make excellent eye contact even without the conversation... even if it took some catching up on that one," I smirked, turning her words back on her.
≡ Leah ≡
“It’s a lesson, and we are learning. It counts, Dimples.” Smirking as I knew exactly what he meant. And knew #TheGreatWolf would agree with Embry too.
Raising my eyebrow over the rim of my drink, my eyes locked on to his every move.
Tilting my head to the side, my mind slowly considering the facts.
“I’ve never dropped my eyes. Not to any living person. But I know, I made it difficult for them to hold on long enough to hear or see what was there.”
Could it be considered confusion when we both knew it wasn’t a lie or hidden?
≡ Embry ≡
I nodded, chewing another bite. “I know, but it wasn't very often you would seek it out… not unless you were having an important conversation. But now…” I grinned at her. “Even across a crowded room… you look for it. And in private?” my smile grew… we both knew that our gazes met as often as possible.
≡ Leah ≡
Taking a pull of my drink, I set it down. He was right. Of course, he noticed these things now. He always said he missed too much. And had catching up to do.
Shaking my head. But again, with a shrug. “Hmm… it’s different in the bubble.” Setting my elbows on the table. Hearing Ma in my head. Saying to take them off. But instead, I rest my face on my palms watching him, locking my brown eyes onto his.
“You don’t have to look you know.”
≡ Embry ≡
I shook my head and grinned. “It doesn’t matter. The fact is you found a space in your life where you feel open enough.” I stretched one leg out under her table, touching my foot to the side of hers. “And it wasn’t a simple thing for you.”
I bit my lip… watching how she positioned herself with the sole intention of looking at me. Because this was what we did now. My eyes never wavered from hers. “There is never anything I 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 to do when it comes to you, Trouble.” I smiled. It was the truth. I mean… we had our rules, but we created those together.
“Seeking you out isn’t something I think about… it just happens. Like breathing. Like… looking at you is the most natural thing in the world.”
≡ Leah ≡
Curling my lower lip and licking it at the site of that lip bite he always did. Because. Yeah. Finding that attractive was a thing now. Gone were the days when my reaction was to slap him upside the head for doing that!
And then what he was saying sunk in. Making my heart skip, feeling the heat crawling up the side of my neck.
“There you go with your words again.” My eyes were still trained on his. “Showing me how those ‘feels’ we don’t feel, are working out for us.” My voice had become low, soft, and easy. Teasing sure, but reflective too.
≡ Embry ≡
My breath caught in my throat when her heart did that thing… Spirits! What a sound!
“Just the truth, Trouble.” I teased. “Never feels…” I winked. Clearly only one of those statements was true. “So… six-six?” I smirked.
≡ Leah ≡
Pressing my lips together so as not to smile. I pushed back to sit upright once again.
“Hmm…” arching my eyebrow with one nod. “Six… Six… Dimples.” Motioning to tell him it was his turn.
Eyeing the last slice of pizza in the middle of the table. Pushing the plate towards him.
≡ Embry ≡
I knew that look. That was her 𝓘 𝓪𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫�� 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓘 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓭𝓸 look.
“Thank you.” I grinned, for the slice and the win. Sitting up straighter, I thought about it… “Hmm… my turn again.” I laughed then… taking a bit as I mulled this one over.
“We are both wrapped around our mother’s pinkie finger,” I added to the list. “And nothing in the world would ever make us want to change it.”
≡ Leah ≡
My lips parted and then clamped down, working my jaw. By the spirits, he knew this too! I always made it out as though I went along with Ma’s requests. But… yeah… he saw past that all now too.
“Seven… Six…” the only acknowledgement he would get to that one.
Playing with my drink, while thinking about just how unapologetic we both were to put our mom’s desires first. Even to the point I had coffee with one of the doctors they wanted to set me up with.
Shaking my head.
“So... my go?” I asked. Then continued anyway. “Even with the past we lived we both know it’s on us, to make the future better for those following in our footsteps.”
Raising my eyebrow. Waiting to see if he acknowledged his hand in giving the pups the safety blanket to know they had a place to go and be without judgment.
≡ Embry ≡
I grinned because I really thought that I would get just a little push-back on that one.
I finished the slice and wiped my hands on a paper towel. She had nailed it with that one and she knew it. It was why I had opened my home to the pups of both packs for exactly this reason.
“Wow… so we are getting deep now!” I smiled and reached across the table to take her hand. “Seven-Seven… I feel like this is going to end in a tie…” I raised a brow. “How would you and that gorgeous alter ego of yours take that?” I chuckled.
≡ Leah ≡
𝕊𝕙𝕖… about melted into a puddle when he took my hand, speaking about her. This came with an eye roll. Telling her to stop betraying me! She didn’t see it as a betrayal. Not when she used this game of ours as an example of why we were exactly where we were meant to be. “Hmm… not sure I want her to have her say. She’d be okay with letting you win.”
She disagreed because she said I would be a nightmare to live with. Also, true.
Turning my hand to lace my fingers with his. “We both know, doing this our way. Not following the norms is why this is working.” Edging to add another to the list.
I tried… I did… but still… I just couldn’t… smiling at him. Happy for him to end it with one of his own. Waiting to see what he did.
≡ Embry ≡
I saw the light in her eyes, and the shift in her body language… oh yeah… her Spirit Warrior was in her feels… I mirrored the tiny shift. Or He did. Looked like she wasn’t the only one.
“I can’t imagine why.” I laughed. I knew she hadn’t meant for her next comment to be added to the list… but… it was actually perfect for it… I could see the concession in her gaze. She would totally let me take this one. So, I smiled and said, “Hmm… Eight seven.”
Then I let her hand go, took the last mouthful from my beer, and stood up to take the plate and empty bottle to the sink. Because that look from her… That was all I needed. It wasn’t about winning…
“Evolution,” I whispered to myself as I rinsed the plate.
≡ Leah ≡
Falling back into my chair, my heart thumping, I felt like the wind was knocked out of me.
“By the spirits” mouthing it under my breath. His letting go and stepping away gave me a few moments to breathe and gather myself. Telling Her to go to sleep. Before slowly rising from the table to wipe down the counters, and table. Working on our own in a comfortable silence.
≡ Embry ≡
I smiled to myself as her body reacted to my gesture. We had once again proven to ourselves that there was nothing here that was about winning or losing… but that didn’t mean a little playful competition couldn’t be a whole lot of fun.
We worked side-by-side and when we were done, I leaned back against her counter with the ease and comfort I would in my own home. “How about another drink… something a little stronger?” I gave her that smile. Wondering how far we would take the recreation of that very first pizza night.
≡ Leah ≡
After washing my hands, I dried them on the towel, turning to face him when I heard the question. Leaning back on the sink, the towel working over my hands.
“Something stronger?” I asked. My lips just curled at the edges. Nodding my head. “Yeah. Sounds like a solid plan.” Folding the towel in half, before I hung it.
This night was a step into our history. Where it all began… but look at how far we had come since, I told myself.
Crossing the small space, I stepped up in front of him. Toe to toe. Tilting my head as our eyes connect.
“Two fingers or just the one?”
Reaching around him at the top cabinet, where his bottle of Jameson sat beside my bottle of Woodford.
Bringing them down one at a time to sit on the corner to his side. I may have made sure; he felt the caress of my body as I did so.
≡ Embry ≡
I bit my lip, and my body responded to her nearness by setting my hands on her hips. I tilted my head to the side when she reached by me. I ducked lower and pressed a kiss to her jaw… there was no way to resist… my heart skipped… she smelled like heaven.
I smiled 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 smile and met her eyes. My voice was low again. “Let’s start with two and work our way up. Shall we?” With all the implied innuendo in my tone. I slid my hands down lower on her hips and let my nose brush against hers.
≡ Leah ≡
Okay…. That most definitely did something. Biting the inside of my cheek, I had to press my thighs together to calm the plunging pulse down there.
“Hmm… it’s a good idea..” my voice matched his. Then my hands moved to his neck, and up into his hair.
“You’re getting into trouble, Embry Call...” whispering it into his ear. Biting his earlobe for good measure.
I closed my eyes. His warm breath; tested my willpower.
≡ Embry ≡
Fuck! Even before her scent shifted I felt her reaction, and it strengthened the reaction already started in me. The temptation to grab her by that perfect arse, lift her onto the counter and bury my face in the source of that scent… I cleared my throat… It was next to impossible to resist.
“It’s not my fault you are such a bad influence, Trouble.” The huskiness in my voice wasn't optional anymore. I bit my lip when I felt her teeth on my ear. “I…” I couldn’t gather enough air… enough concentration to speak. Her mouth, her voice… her fingers in my hair… Fuck! She smelled too good. “…Still...” I managed, my hands tightening on her hips. “…Owe you that song.”
I remembered our deal from when she was about to kick my arse in the hallway.
≡ Leah ≡
There it was proof we both reached that same space at the same time.
The thunder racing this way over my nerves, the pulsing all over, the sound and scent of him. I wondered if his warrior reacted to this like mine did?
But I shook it off. Tilting my face to find him. Kissing him once. Even with his grip on my hips. I knew the moment I took that step back. His hands would drop.
“Hmm…” blinking myself away from where we were headed. Licking my bottom lip as I pushed free. “And I have two drinks to pour. We wouldn’t want the bad influence to stop.”
Straightening myself out, my fingers moved up into my hair, combing it back and then over my shoulder.
≡ Embry ≡
I smiled, loosening my hold on her hips as she slipped away. Letting my fingers trail off. I instantly missed her heat. She was right there, and I missed her, craved to bite the bottom lip she licked.
But that would surely send me down a path that would keep me from following through with my promise.
“We wouldn't want that at all,” I smirked. My gaze lingered on her side profile as she busied herself. Then I not-so-subtly checked her out as I pushed off the counter and headed to the living room, where my Nana’s Gibson lived.
≡ Leah ≡
Oh, we knew, we didn’t miss a thing when it came to this man. We felt the way his eyes lingered those extra moments. Taking us in.
She smirked, turned and lay down to rest.
“You’re always so agreeable, Dimples.”
It felt strange now feeling the warmth of his touch. To be so close and far at the same time. And yet, the distance between us never felt like a chasm.
Shaking my head, I set the bottles back on the counter in case we wanted a refill. But I didn’t follow him all the way. Lingering at the opening of the living room, watching him.
≡ Embry ≡
“Good… Because it compliments your tenacity just perfectly.” I said as I moved across the living room. “Don’t you think?” We both knew I was asking her wolf. And we both knew her wolf agreed (Not that Leah would ever admit that).
I heard her approaching and I started to strum, confident she had it perfectly in tune… She always did. And I wonder if she checked it even when she wasn't practising. This one was in a key I wasn't normally comfortable with… but my Grandfather’s gift would see me through it… right?
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≡ Leah ≡
“Tenacity?” Arching my eyebrow. “Is that the word of the day?”
Fine… she was agreeing but not showing me. But by the spirits, she knew when he spoke to her. So, I gave another eye roll, at how perfectly he managed to share moments with her. I had yet to speak with his warrior in the same way.
Leaning my shoulder on the frame beside me, I stood there making sure his Nani’s guitar was as he expected it to be. Before listening to his choice of song. Listening to where his heart, and mind were right now.
Smiling at the choice, I crossed the room setting his glass down on the coffee table, and sitting back on the couch with mine.
≡ Embry ≡
I would have told her that it was a polite way of saying 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟… but honestly… stubbornness was as much an asset as it could be a flaw. But I was already busy singing… plus, she was hot when she drew her line in the sand… and sometimes she rubbed it out and drew a new one… so it didn’t really fit into the flaw category.
I made a point to be looking right at her when I sang:
𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆
𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮-𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻' 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄, 𝗔𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗮
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲
𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹, 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱, 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗱
𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻' 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲
And looked her right into those deep, always-thinking eyes.
≡ Leah ≡
My fingers combed through my now open hair pushing it back and then over one shoulder. Bringing my long legs up off the ground, I crossed them under myself sitting back and sipping on the delicious amber liquor in the glass.
The heat of it penetrates its way down, smooth and raw.
Thinking about the word… Tenacity…
I had no problems with it. Sometimes in life, we all need some resemblance of the trait. Hard decisions, tough reactions, and to stand one’s ground. I was used to being called the ‘stubborn bitch.’ So… Tenacity was a kinder way to say the same thing.
His eyes locked onto mine as my thoughts processed. I’m lost in the song for a minute. But I was back. Listening. Hearing. Processing.
≡ Embry ≡
I watched her intently… the way her hair slipped through her fingers. Her eyes were on me… making me feel all the things that only she could ever make me feel.
She had this way of paying attention to a person that made them feel seen… all my details and nuances were on display to her… not because I let them show. I hid very little in general… it was because she chose to pay attention. To see the things that meant the most to me and include them in our time inside the bubble. Like music… the way she always wanted to see what I would choose.
I finished the song and smiled at her. “I’ll have to teach you that one.” I chuckled, reaching for the drink she’d brought me. “You seemed to enjoy it.” She always did, always appreciated what I played or sang, because it came from a place inside my mind.
≡ Leah ≡
I’d been following the cords as he played. The upbeat rhythm of the song, and the way he chose to play, it all spoke to how he felt at that moment.
I was watching him over the rim of my glass when the song came to an end. The way he held the guitar even when he wasn’t playing also gave me insight.
“Hmm… I’d like that. It’s a good song to hear and try to learn.” Of course, me playing it wouldn’t sound anywhere as good as him. But we gotta start somewhere.
Guitar lessons within the bubble were our thing too. Learning to place my fingers just so, picking up the pieces of a song before putting it all together.
I was rubbing my fingers to see if any of my indents remained in place, but of course with my healing, my fingertips felt as perfect as they did the day before.
≡ Embry ≡
The guitar sat against my lap, and I watched her, watching me. I smiled. “If I can do it, you can do it.” I meant it, Leah was smart, coordinated and focused. She was already learning songs. It took me a while to get used to it and I had the advantage of knowing how to read music already.” Then I gave her 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 smile… she knew the one.
“But you have the advantage of looking three times sexier holding a guitar than I ever did.” I took another sip and set the glass down, nestling the Gibson in a place of honour on the armchair while I moved next to her. I brushed my calloused fingertips against her soft ones. “I have a feeling you’ll be like the Pup… the callouses might not come… but…” I grinned. “You can still outpace him with enough practice.” I knew it wasn’t about that for her.
I didn’t think it was even about obtaining excellence… which she did at everything she tried. It was just about making music and spending time… My heart skipped… because that time… it was with me. It was about exploring and learning, about being together and creating something that was incredibly and deeply important to us both.
It was about music.
≡ Leah ≡
“I don’t doubt I can, but I’m not in a rush with this.” Turning our hands over so now I stroked the soft tips of my fingers over his.
I tested the marble of his skin, told its own story of life, his passion, be it his, or one that came from being a Call. I found it fascinating.
Shaking my head, with my eyes still on his hand. “The pup and you are in a different league, and I’m not in a hurry to join you guys. I’ll get to where I am happy, and then keep going until I know I can.”
Thinking of the pup and his voice, his way of playing, and becoming something more when he was lost in his mind.
“Yeah... I don’t think music was born to leave a mark on me. Well… you know what I mean.” Of course, music left a mark, if it didn’t. I wouldn’t be having this conversation.
Lifting my gaze to his.
≡ Embry ≡
I smiled, that was exactly what I wanted to hear from her. I wanted this new journey to be slow and steady and something she did for the love of it and nothing more. My skin tingled where she touched my hands, tracing the marks music had left on me since I was a small child.
“That is exactly what I wanted to hear.” I smiled, speaking softly… like the bubble was so delicate now a loud sound could break it. “It has left a mark on you… on all of us…” I reached up and touched her cheek, stroking just beneath her eyes. “Yours just come and go… in your eyes when music touches you…” I moved my fingers to the curve of her neck and trailed them down her collarbone. “The way your skin flushes…” I rested my hand on her arm. “You get goosebumps…” I leaned in and kissed her. “Music has marked you, Trouble… in many ways.”
≡ Leah ≡
Each statement is a fact, one which would only be noted by someone who truly saw you, who didn’t just move their gaze away at the first sign of something they didn’t like.
I kept my eyes fixed on him, allowing my warrior and mind to follow the journey of his touches.
When his lips kissed mine, even for a brief moment I could pick up the taste of him with a blend of his whiskey.
“Hmm…” The soft hum was a sign of my agreement. “Things you weren’t supposed to see,” I told him in the same low tone he was using.
“But here we are.” He saw so much.
≡ Embry ≡
I smiled at her… my whole-body tingling from the kiss. I swear I had no idea what it was that this woman did to me… but I wanted more. Always more.
“Music isn’t just heard and these little things… They are all part of your album, Trouble. And missing out on that…” My smile grew. “That would be a tragedy. Our skin can be misunderstood… callouses… scars… they could be from a dozen different things… but chemical reactions? That’s pure… and you wear yours proudly.”
≡ Leah ≡
“I do?” The question took me by surprise. Because I worked so hard all my life to make sure nothing was visible to anyone else but my mirror.
But then she reminds me, there are no masks inside the bubble. Nowhere to hide. No need to feel like I had to show him anything different than the truth.
As it was, Embry Call had a knack for showing up at times when I had No way to hide my truths from him. And I didn’t lie about it either.
≡ Embry ≡
I chuckled. “Don’t worry. You are still a mystery to most… and me in many other ways.” I grinned. “But even in the bubble you still don’t do anything for show, your reactions are all yours, natural and untainted and you never put anything on for my benefit.”
I touched her cheek. “And that is why you wear them proudly. Because it is all 100% yours.”
≡ Leah ≡
My eyebrows pulled together, even if I moved into his touch.
“It never even occurred to me to put a show on. Not in here.” This was my safe space. “It’s why I didn’t know what to do with you the first time you showed up at my door… I wasn’t going to turn you away. But…”
But I didn’t know what it meant for me and the security I safeguarded in these four walls.
≡ Embry ≡
I wasn’t about to bring up other women inside our bubble… but women had a habit of telling me what they thought I wanted to hear… and I was sure men told her all the same things. It was likely the reason why neither of us ever saw most of them again.
Leah never spoke a word that wasn’t true and meant everything she said.
It was sexy as all hell!
I shrugged. “I like to keep you on your toes.” I took a breath… Remembering that day. “I never know if I regret my reaction or if it was all part of the path. But I do know that it wasn’t really anger that I felt that day. It was shame… shame that I didn’t step up for my mom and you had to do it for us.”
≡ Leah ≡
“Embry…” My eyebrows pulled together. Shifting to sit up and face him.
“You had the right to be pissed at me. I was set to face you, to let you react, whatever you needed. But… I wasn’t sorry for helping.”
I’d seen it in his eyes that night. It hit me so hard how he felt betrayed by me. And spirits it hurt.
“They send us the help we need. When we need it. That day. It was meant to be. Even if I get it. Understand your point. I wouldn’t change a thing I/we did.”
≡ Embry ≡
I wasn't sure about the having a right to be angry part... but I knew she understood why I had been. "Maybe... But I didn't have the right to show up like that and yell at you. But in some ways, I'm glad I did... It's weird... trying to sort out emotions from that day."
It was like I watched that day from a perspective outside of myself. Like someone caught it all on camera and I was watching the playback.
"Who knows what would have happened if we skipped that step." It wasn't a question. "And you don't have anything to be sorry for. Mom is doing so much better with less stress... and." This pained me to admit. "If you'd come to me about it first; I would have said no. We both know that much."
≡ Leah ≡
By the spirits did I get it? If only he could have seen the internal dilemma I lived back when I knew I had no choice left. The feelings I knew I’d have to live with, to stand in front of those people. And ask them to do the right thing.
But. No one but her and I needed to know that part.
“Things happen for a reason. And that's all. Like I said. I’d do it again. And I won’t apologise for it. And yeah. I knew what you were going to say. It’s why I was waiting to see what you did.”
Shaking my head slowly. “But. You know. You like to surprise me.”
≡ Embry ≡
I shifted closer and leaned in to kiss her… because I knew she wouldn’t want to hear a thank you for what she had done. “I guess you aren’t the only one with a tenacious streak.” I chuckled; my lips still so close to hers that the sound rumbled against her mouth. I pulled back just enough to lock gazes with her.
“But I will always be grateful for the time I have with her now… time that isn’t sorting through stacks of bills. Hearing her play again.” I smiled. “And you say that like you haven’t ever surprised me." I laughed, setting my hand on her knee and sliding it up her thigh slowly. “Amongst other things, of course.”
≡ Leah ≡
Knowing this was true, made my heart do that stop/start thing. Understanding the situation and the pressure it must have put both of them under. And now. They could breathe. Take solace in their time together.
“It was all worth it in the end.”
My lips parted at the bolt of lightning shooting its way up and down my leg. All thanks to his kiss and something as simple as a touch.
My eyes didn’t move from his face. Feeling his warm breath kiss mine as we sat here.
And once again I had to remember this wasn’t the first time he kissed me.
≡ Embry ≡
“There is so much about this…” my hand curved to the outside of her thigh. “That is… as natural as breathing… and so much that are lessons… I know that people say that nothing worth doing is easy. But I don’t think that it’s that black and white. I think it’s the easiest thing ever… and the hardest… and everything between the two.”
I kissed the corner of her mouth. Those winged creatures took flight again in my stomach. “And other lessons that are far less deep… but just as important.” I chuckled. “Like the fact that butterflies aren’t just in movies and books.”
≡ Leah ≡
“Hmm…” he wasn’t wrong. Nothing was ever so simple. The grey areas in life were where the true lessons came from.
Reaching out I set my glass down on the table, before placing my palm on his chest, moving Embry to sit back into my couch. My long leg slid over his lap to straddle him.
“Tell me about those butterflies?”
Whispering as I sat on his lap on my heels. Keeping our eyes connected. I could feel the fabric of his jeans under my thighs, my shorts riding up just a little while I made myself comfortable.
≡ Embry ≡
I didn’t know why but I held my breath as she slipped onto my lap. It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last time, but every time… the thrill; it was just as intense as the first.
My hands slipped up along her thighs, my fingers tucking just underneath the hem of her shorts. Her hot skin was soft, but covering hard, toned muscle that drove those butterflies she was asking about even wilder.
One hand lifted and pressed against her stomach. “Well…” I smiled; gazes locked. “They start here…” I trailed my hand lower, firmly pressing against the strength that met my touch. “Then they move. Lower… faster… it’s like… cliff diving without the fall, trying to catch a breath against the rushing wind, without the wind. And when they finally get what they want… say a kiss.” I leaned in and kissed her.
“It’s like the plunge into the cold water, only full of heat.”
≡ Leah ≡
Heat crawled up the side of my neck listening and feeling his hand. My lips parted slightly to take in a gasp of air.
The realisation of the sensations I always feel in my stomach, the roiled muscles, the feel of something coming alive, the way that thirst is quenched only when we are together. Spirits… he knew that feeling too.
My lips brushed his. Barely a kiss, because.. come on.. teasing was fun too. I moved my hands over his shoulders, bringing them together on his neck. Enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath them.
Keeping my eyes open, I asked.
“Where does that feeling go… once it has what it was looking for? Does it just stop?”
I could imagine the rush of a jump and the excitement that comes with it too.
≡ Embry ≡
Spirits!! This woman! Every muscle in her body could express how she was feeling. And Fuck!!! She didn’t hold back. Just as I was wishing that sexy as-hell gasp had happened against my lips, she was leaning in; the heat of her breath, filling that craving. My shoulders relaxed and I rolled my neck against her touch, those hypnotic eyes of hers locking mine in. She searched it out as much as I did now. And every time it did something to me. That something ranged from a smile, to a racing heart, or a full-blown hard-on. Speaking of… I shifted under her just a little.
I shook my head… my gaze dipping to her lips. “No… after that… there’s the sensation of coming up for air again, taking in that first breath with your adrenaline pumping, the excitement… the tingling skin… the water clinging to your eyelashes that makes everything seem to glow a little.” I continued the metaphor so easily that I knew this was the best way to describe it.
“After that… sometimes it rises to your skin like an electric current, soothing and stimulating all at once, soft and intimate. And others it settles deep in the pit of your stomach and catches fire, burning deep and hot. Passionate.”
≡ Leah ≡
Swallowing back the next gasp my eyebrow arched up in that perfect way it did, whenever Embry found a way with his words. The man had a gift, that was for sure.
There were feelings, sentiments, and moments I knew this all first-hand. And I knew he wasn’t just talking about diving off the side of a cliff now. But for me… it was just those feelings and sensations I could put into words as beautifully as he did.
“Tell me more…” I’d moved in closer, my lips brushing the curve of his ear. Letting the warm breath of my mouth create its own warmth to tell him I was here… close… and still not.
Keeping a millimetre or two between my lips and his skin I moved down to his neck, letting the tip of my nose touch the spot under his ear.
≡ Embry ≡
Oh yeah… that was a whimper that had just, shamelessly, left my lips. My eyes closed now, to focus all my senses on the way her breath danced on my skin, the fact her voice sent a shot of pleasure straight to the hardness straining into the leg of my jeans.
My hand tightened on her thigh, I was greeted with the hard muscle and fucking perfect curves of her leg. “Fuck!” I hadn’t meant to say it. But I wasn’t about to start censoring my reactions to her now, not in the bubble.
The other hand slipped beneath her shirt. “Leah.” The word was almost a gasp as I ran my hand up her toned stomach. She was so fucking sexy I could hardly process her words. Just as my fingers reached the underside of her breast. My thumbs swiped the perfect swell hard enough to make her react… to want more. I slipped my arm around her back and crushed her against my chest in a flurry. “Next is the craving for pressure.” I could have pinned her to the couch for this… but she climbed on top of me. And if Leah wanted to be on top… then that was exactly what she was going to get.
“The need to feel the weight of your body against mine.” All metaphors were gone now because my mind was now flooded with Leah, Leah, Leah!
“To get closer than possible, they tangle our bodies together as deeply and intricately or souls are tangled together. We know we never will, we know that we can never touch each other that deeply with hands or lips. But it feels so fucking good to try. And the butterflies… they don't want to stop, so we hold on. We kiss, touch, and make each other moan, pull each other closer and closer… because the butterflies…” I smiled now. Turning into her neck, not kissing... Just like she did. “They demand satisfaction.”
Fuck! I was like a horny teenager around this woman. A horny teenage drama club nerd… fuck! I hadn't seen that guy in a long time.
≡ Leah ≡
That sound… spirits I craved hearing it now. He didn’t hide it from me, he didn’t hold back in some alphahole way. This was genuine, unassuming behaviour and reaction. And I wanted it all.
My eyes closed and then flew open as I felt how my closeness had him growing for me. This was enough for me to bite the soft skin on his neck teasingly. Then I sat back on my knees. Making sure my body lowered down into his lap at the perfect angle to give us both a jolt of pleasure.
My name on his lips made me instantly pulse, growing into a constant throbbing.
“Embry!” I gasped out his name, the electronic shock his fingers had made my nipples erect, pushing out the fabric of my bra. The feeling of them rippling the perfect brown circle of skin around them.
The scent of our desires mixed together before I inhaled it deeply with my mouth dropping open. And then he shocked me out of my stupor by pulling me in chest to chest.
Right… a moment of clarity… he was speaking… because I’d asked a question…
Nodding my head very slowly, my hands moved back up into his hair. “It feels like you are setting us a challenge…” of course that’s where my mind goes.
Because let’s face it. I wanted it. I wanted it all. What he said… The feeling of Embry’s weight holding me down. Knowing I could free myself in a move or two, but still wanting to stay. To be so enthusiastically entwined in each other, that you don’t know where one started, and the other stopped!
≡ Embry ≡
I groaned… biting my lip as she pressed against me perfectly. I knew by her scent, that if I touched her now… she would be just as turned on as I was. Just the way she said my name made me moan and throb in my too-tight jeans. I could not ignore the surge of desire that flooded me when she mentioned a challenge.
Because there were only a few unexplored ways for us to fill the 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 feeling… at least physically. “The only challenge right now…” I scraped my teeth along the shell of her ear… still not kissing her, even as I tugged on her earlobe. “…Is resisting the urge to tear off your clothes and taste the source of that fucking glorious scent.”
While I knew the path we were on was exactly where I wanted to be with her… There was no sense in denying the fact that I wanted her, I wanted to taste her, touch her, feel her shudder and come apart for me. I wanted it all… but I wanted it all at the right moment. And that was what always won… but that didn’t mean we couldn’t take each other to the brink… because it felt so fucking good.
≡ Leah ≡
I wanted him to devour me with that mouth of his, wanting that closeness which somehow never felt close enough. And yet I knew, this was the hunger for him speaking. The logical parts of my head weren’t answering the call right now. But still. Still, that part of me knew why we did things our way. Not carrying the pressure of the world on our shoulders inside our bubble. And we would get there. We would know. And we would be ready for what came with that act.
My nipples strained against my top, as my hands hooked around his neck. Letting my head fall forward and then I turned my lips to hover in the crook of his neck.
It was when my mind began racing, thoughts bombarding me with images of him doing the things he said. “Spirits… Embry!” The feel of him between my legs, the scent of him, they all spoke volumes too.
Slowly, my hips began moving. Small circles, a little pressure, a teasing touch just enough to make both of us want more.
≡ Embry ≡
Her name seemed to be the only thing I could say from the moment she started moving her hips against me like that. My hands moved, one to her arse and the other to her hip. I didn’t guide her movements, I let her move in her own way, but I needed to feel the way her muscles rolled and tightened… She was so strong… and yet she could move with a slowness and grace that blew my mind.
I pressed a kiss to her jaw now, the sensation building to a level that broke my train of thought. I trailed my kisses all the way to the hollow beneath her chin, tilting her face up. This made her piqued nipples press into me even through her shirt and mine. The hand on her hip travelled up, beneath her shirt, finding the swell of her breast. I groaned. I finally found more words than only her name. “Happy to see me?” I teased, biting her bottom lip at the same time as I rolled a calloused thumb over the hardened tip. Like I could talk with the bulge I was sporting.
≡ Leah ≡
“Hmm…” as if there were any doubts in the question. I’d given up trying to stop my body from telling on me when it came to how much I wanted to see and feel him. Because within these walls, I didn’t hide.
I was still mystified by how my warrior, and I hummed together at the knowledge of how we made him come alive too.
“About the same as you by the feel of it.” That bite and the touch of my blossomed breast made all the muscles in my body judder, with a bolt of energy shooting to my core.
I pushed down into the thick, hard, delicious sensation caused by our bodies' connection, letting the soft moans of his name marry with the chanting of my name by him.
My tongue flicked a lick of his top lip, my teeth brushing the plumpness of his bottom one next, and then my lips were on his, hot and heavy needing to taste him.
≡ Embry ≡
I pushed my hips up in answer to her, like the word 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 even came close to how I felt. The way her whole body reacted to a simple roll of my thumb over the piqued skin made a blot race through me, she was completely unguarded, completely free, deep diving into this moment alone… It wasn’t the first time… it wasn’t the tenth time… I had lost count she’d opened herself so completely for so long now that it shouldn’t have amazed me like this anymore.
But here I was. Amazed. Enraptured.
My name was like a song on her lips. And then those lips were on mine, I groaned into her mouth, cupping her breast completely, toying and squeezing. My head tilted up, opening for her, feeding on her heat and her passion. Pouring every ounce of mine back into her. My other arm wrapped around her, pulling her tight against it. Closer. It was impossible… but FUCK!!! That was never going to keep me from trying.
≡ Leah ≡
These were moments you lived and sometimes, when you woke up… it all felt like a dream… Dreams I didn’t have.. but felt the best way about when it occurred to me that this was ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝.
My back arched into his chest, the friction between us making my eyes open wide and then flutter closed again.
The scent mingled with the heat we radiated filling the living space of my home, raising bumps over my skin.
Gasping for air I broke our kiss, looking down at Embry, my hands moved to comb his hair back out of his face.
My hips worked in tandem with his. I let the tip of my tongue trace his mouth, keeping my eyes open to take him in.
Spirits! I moaned at the tingling sensation his day's growth gave my tongue.
≡ Embry ≡
This woman knew exactly how to set my blood on fire… and fuck!! I burned for her, and I never wanted to stop. The way she arched told me she was thinking the same thing: 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣, 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣, 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣! “Spirits!” I gasped… that scent… my wolf prowled under the surface. He was hungry for her… starving for them.
My eyes stayed locked on her when she swept my hair away, she moved in ways I never even thought a woman could move. It made perfect sense… she was always an overachiever. The brief thought made me smirk… of course, she was in a league of her own. There wasn’t another like her in this world. My lips parted for her, letting her feel the heat of my moans and gasps. I arched my neck until my mouth was right by her ear. “When we finally taste you, Trouble.” Both my hands were on her hips now… not stopping her, not changing her rhythm. Just to feel the way she moved…
“This…” My hands tightened. “Is what we went to feel. Make us work for every moan… every scream.”
≡ Leah ≡
She flashed to life in my eyes. We felt the moment his warrior came to the surface, and yet stayed back too. It wasn’t the first time we felt them with us, making this a very real possibility that the four of us wanted the same fate all at once!
His hands tightened, and the statement, well… it made something come to life deep within my core.
“Nothing worth having…. Is given easily, dimples.” My voice was heavy with a deep want to feel every inch of him.
My hands moved to the head of the couch, keeping the both of us together. Making it harder for us not to feel the bodily responses from the other.
Closing my eyes, breathing from my mouth now. I dropped my head to his shoulder, still enjoying the feel of his breath against my ear.
≡ Embry ≡
Her reaction to my words was clear in her body, her heart, her breath… her scent! Fuck! Her wolf reached out to mine and mine to hers while they left us our own control and our own actions. I was pinned between her and the couch now and it was exactly where I wanted to be.
I was throbbing in my too-tight jeans… I really needed to rethink my clothing around this woman. I smiled wickedly thinking about just shedding layers after I crossed her threshold. I felt her drop her head onto my shoulder and I was reminded that these heated, passionate moments with her were also, always filled with the deepest intimacy I had ever felt in my life. The -only- intimacy I had ever felt in my life. The thought struck me, and I inhaled deeply.
“You…” I whispered breathlessly. “Always take my breath away, Trouble.”
≡ Leah ≡
She roiled below my skin; her graceful movements took us to our destination when we tightened our legs around his lap.
Keeping ourselves upright at a time when we wanted nothing more than to give in to this pull we felt towards Embry and his warrior.
I was biting my lips, trying to recreate the presence of his lips against ours without letting go of my control fully at this moment.
“Me?” My voice didn’t sound like mine. “What… about you?” I asked him. Did he really believe he didn’t do that very same thing to me?
My hair had fallen over my face, hiding us from the breeze from the windows of the living room. But we still felt the freshness of it kissing our heated skin.
“Spirits!” Moaning softly into his ear, as it turned into a hum when a tremor strike hit at the connection we made. I felt the dampness grow.
≡ Embry ≡
I chuckled; it was a deep, heated sound. “There you go changing the subject, Trouble.” I teased her. I could hear how her breath caught in her throat too. She knew that I didn’t miss those things about her. “We’re talking about you right now.” I bit her bottom lip and scraped my teeth over the kiss-plumped skin.
Now I did take hold of her, stilling her hips as I surged forward lifting her and twisting us to one side. Holding her only by her hips, knowing she was strong enough to hold her upper body, while I lay her back on her couch. I kneeled between her legs and looked down at her… my heart skipping. “Fuck!” I groaned… she was beautiful. Her skin flushed and raised with goose bumps, the heat and scent rolling off her in waves. Kiss swollen lips… nipples straining against the fabric covering them. Chest rising and falling while she caught that breath she was talking about.
“How on Earth am I supposed to decide on where to start worshipping a goddess like this?” I leaned over her, slowly bringing my lips closer and closer to her until our eyes locked and I paused… because there. In those fucking incredible eyes, lay my answer.
≡ Leah ≡
“Hmm… if you play your cards right. Maybe.” I had to laugh and tease.
Gasping I tightened myself, moving with him until he lay me down on my couch. My chest moved fast; the air was welcomed by my lungs, but my lips missed the pressure of his against them.
Shifting my shoulders to loosen my freed hair out from underneath me, I moved my long, toned legs on either side of him. Not curling them around him just yet, waiting to see what he had planned.
I was smiling, licking my bottom lip with the sensation of his bite still lingering.
Even now I saw his words coming to life in those bourbon-coloured brown eyes of his.
I didn’t answer his question with words. I knew he read my eyes the moment they locked with his.
My heart skipped, those little creatures in my stomach came to life, and my core thrummed from the attention.
≡ Embry ≡
There was a 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 pronounced twitch in my jeans and I couldn’t take it anymore… even if her comment made it the world’s worst timing on my part…. I tugged the top button of my jeans open and slid the zipper down. She trusted me enough to know how far I would take it. The relief was instant… and the craving for exactly what she had teased me about sprung to life in me just as fast. Knowing what we both wanted still didn’t change the fact we were wildly attracted to one another and craved that release we weren’t quite ready for. Our hormones and wolves both thought differently.
I sat back on my heels… looking down at the glorious woman before me. My hand reached out to her, dropping to my sides where her feet rested on either side of me, my rough hands curled around her ankles. Then they slowly made their way up the defined calf muscles. When I reached the back of her knees, I smiled at her. “Legs like these… are a very powerful weapon…” I lifted one… Lowering my head until I could press a kiss to the soft almond skin just below her knee. My eyes never left hers. “In every possible meaning of the words.” I kissed her knee, then just inside of it… and higher…. Higher. My teeth scraped against her thigh… and with one last kiss, I set her leg back to my side and turned the same attention to the other side.
≡ Leah ≡
Not once did my trust in him shake. I knew what his fingers worked to free and why. And in the moment when the cool air brought his scent to me, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning.
I also had to fist my hands onto the couch. Because I knew then to let myself tease him by touching him.
“Embry!”
My lips fell apart, eyes widened as my leg easily lifted to the point where he could kiss the back of my knee. But it was the feeling of his calloused fingers on my tight skin followed by his kisses and teeth, which had my mind freefalling.
“These weapons are always ready to strike. So… be… careful.”
My hands moved into his hair. Raking my fingers through it, trying to stop my hips from arching up to meet his kisses.
≡ Embry ≡
I smirked when I saw her cheek dimple like that… and not the illusive dimples she had when she smiled or laughed. “Don’t take your frustrations out on the couch.” I teased her. Trailing my kisses along her other thigh now. Getting low.. closer and closer to the source of the mouthwatering scent. I exhaled heavily when her fingers raked through my hair, and I gave myself a second to gather together what was left of my self-control while my lungs weren’t filled with her intoxicating scent.
“If you can’t take the teasing I could always stop.” I had no intention of stopping… It was an empty threat. Just as I said this I rested her leg back where I had found it, and I was sliding her shirt higher and pressing kisses beneath her navel. The toned muscles had jolts of heat shooting through me… suddenly my open jeans were not spacious enough. “So… Trouble. Tell me… what do you want?”
≡ Leah ≡
I closed my eyes, the sweet sensations of pleasure making their way in waves of the ocean over me. My chest rose and fell quicker, telling me I wasn’t holding back from showing him my reactions to him.
I pressed my lips tightly together, the sounds of his kisses on my skin joining the rapid-fire of this discovery method Embry used on me.
“Hmm… Embry…” his name… it sounded so good to my ears.
Letting go of the couch, with a short burst of laughter. Because. He was right. I liked this couch. It was kind of the beginning of this story we were writing.
Opening my eyes, with my fingertips still playing with his hair. It was getting longer again.
“These…” As he moved up my body, my abdominal muscles clenched. Tugging at the fabric of his shirt. “I want this off…” my voice was coated with something uniquely feminine.
≡ Embry ≡
My next kiss was placed above her navel… one hand still sliding her shirt higher and higher, the other gripping her thigh and dragging up until I reached the sensuous curve of her arse and squeezed. I noted her chuckle and the fact she released her death grip on the couch cushions, with a victorious flick of my tongue between the lines of defined abs.
She lifted herself… not sitting up… just…. “Fuck!” She was tugging at my clothes… just when I thought there was nothing sexier than this woman running her fingers through my hair…. Fuck!! But let’s face it, whatever she did would send me right down this rabbit hole again. The sexiest thing Leah did, was always the most recent thing she did!
I was tempted to tear the shirt off WWE style… But decided to save that for a day we could both literally rip off each other’s clothes. “As you wish,” I said in the sexiest voice I could manage with all the breath stolen from my lungs. Then I straightened up, out of easy reach of her… I slowly peeled the shirt up over my head and dropped it next to the couch.
≡ Leah ≡
“Spirits!” Chewing on my lower lip, my brown eyes followed the hem of his shirt as it lifted higher, and higher over his body.
“So.. worth it…” I meant the loss of his hands, mouth and body pressing into mine.
I didn’t squirm. Nope. But I would forgive anyone watching for thinking, that was what I just did!
My hands traced the lines low and close to my hips. Each defined muscle, the thin line of hair disappearing below his pants.
Gasping, with a dry mouth at how he felt to my touch. Wanting to lick him, taste him, tease him…
Reaching up, I brought my hands around his neck to lower him back down with me.
“Come here…” my lips brushed over his. Slow and gentle, flicking the tip of my tongue.
≡ Embry ≡
I smirked… Damn!! I 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 liked it when she squirmed like that… but I knew pointing it out would make her stop. The trail of her fingers made each muscle jump, and the reaction spread lower. My open jeans were still not roomy enough. Then her hands were moving again and before she reached my neck and pulled me down I was moving, her gaze pulling me in telling me she wanted me closer.
Her kiss was slow, and still, I felt it all over, my heart raced and my skin tingled. There it was, that intimacy again. My hand slipped up her sides and over the gentle curve of her breasts, over her collarbone and all the way up to her hair. I exhaled, and our breath mingled. I kissed her, it was deep and slow, passionate. Intimate. Something only, she ever made me feel. “Still Real,” I mumbled against her lips.
≡ Leah ≡
Letting my fingers travel down his chest, under his arms until my nails lightly raked his back. This was it…
“Real.” Mumbling back into his kiss.
Feeling the weight of him pressing me down onto the couch. Fully aware I could get out if I wanted to. But that was the key. I didn’t want to! I liked this. Only with him. Feeling him on top of me!
My legs curled around his waist, bringing him down even closer. Pulsating bursts of energy hit my core as my tongue entered his mouth, teasing, playing, deepening to pull those sweet sounds free. My eyes flew open the moment I felt the way his body responded to me. The girth of it, the feel of it rubbing in that perfect spot.
“Embry” His name was a prayer.
I moved my fingers down his back until it was stopped at the band of his jeans. Waiting for him to make the next move.
≡ Embry ≡
I drew in a deep breath, the hot air from her mouth setting fire to my nerves. My tongue swept in, tasting her, claiming her mouth, letting her claim mine. I moaned, the sound pulling from deep in my stomach. I let more and more of my weight down against her, not because she couldn’t take it all at once… she could take it and then some. This was all about teasing… she wanted that feeling, the fullness of my weight holding her down, and the knowing that one swift move on her part would turn the tables and she could have me pinned to the floor. Fuck!!! It was sexy.
My knees shifted, bringing me into perfect alignment with her. Just as my name on her lips had me throbbing again. Her hands stopped moving and I bit her lip, tugging just a little. “I’m yours to do with as you please, Trouble.” My fingers twisted into her hair. “If you want more clothes gone just say the word.” It occurred to me I should be stripping hers and not just pinning her with my body, so I had no access to removing anything. But… Fuck!!! The way her curves fit against me… Spirits it felt… extraordinary. I kissed her where I had bitten and sucked in her lip again, scraping my teeth against the plumped skin.
≡ Leah ≡
She liked hearing that. It didn’t shock the two of us or stop us in our tracks hearing him tell us he was ours. But it still took my heart beat up a level and made her smug.
My body shook from the pressure of him pushing down, the biting, kissing, the sting on my skin. I knew all evidence would be gone. But it was a fact that it was there now.
I pushed his open jeans down. “I know… but…” I was still responsible to check I wasn’t pushing him too far.
“Spirits!” Making the best of how we were on my couch, two warriors fondling like teenagers! Both trying to make themselves feel the other up, without going too far! The thought made me laugh.
“Okay… this isn’t working!” I couldn’t push his jeans down much with our bodies pinned together.
≡ Embry ≡
“You say that like I can’t scent you, Trouble.” I groaned against her mouth. Fully aware that it wasn’t what she was talking about at all. “This is definitely working for you.” I ground against her and fuck!! She felt so… damn… good!
“Bedroom.” The word was hardly audible as I claimed her mouth again in a deep kiss. I swiftly pulled her up as I straightened, not worried about her ability to hold on. I set her on her feet and ran my gaze over her… her skin flushed, her lips full from the hard kisses.. hair and clothes dishevelled from the heavy make-out session like we were no better than two sixteen-year-olds. “Fuck! You look… edible!” I almost growled, then I gripped her waist and smiled evilly. “Don’t kill me,” I whispered before I swept her up and tossed her over my shoulder fireman style.
I was a dead man… but at least I would die happy and horny as fuck.
≡ Leah ≡
Gasping and growling all at once as my body lifted and my hair went flying, I landed over his shoulder. I knew what was coming as soon as he asked me not to kill him!
“Embry…. Fucking…. Call!!!” Laughing at how long it had been since he gave me a reason to use his name in that way!
Aware that the source of the scent he spoke of was right. So close to his nose…. I shook my head. My hands smacked his arse, with his half-hanging jeans.
“I can use my two feet!” And now I was laughing. Because she fucking enjoyed it when he took control.
She danced, prowling, excited, wanting so much more.
Upside down the world was a different place. With stone arms holding me, a muscled body carrying me.
Spirits! This so worked for me! The wetness I felt told me and him that. It’s how my body always betrayed me to him from the first time he kissed me.
By the SPIRITS! When did this become a turn-on?
≡ Embry ≡
I laughed when I realised she was not going to use those long, perfect legs to level a kick to my balls for picking her up like this. I knew it was a risk when I couldn’t distract her with my eyes. She slapped my arse, and I turned to bite her hip through her shorts and laughed. I shoved out of my jeans because there was no way I was shuffling down the hallway to her room with them caught around my thighs.
“But this is so much more fun!” I chuckled. “You can’t even try to deny it.”
My hands ran up the back of her thighs… “Fuck… Leah … That scent.” I bit her hip again as I crossed the threshold of her room and pushed the door closed with my foot. At the end of her bed, I tipped forward and let her fall back onto the neatly made covers. That was about to change. Even knowing she could easily drop back on her own my body reacted on instinct and my hand slipped up along her back as she settled, supporting her… or maybe I was just feeling her up.
≡ Leah ≡
“Stop making a mess of my home!” And then moaned! By the spirits! I moaned at the way his bite sent fire bolts through my core. Igniting so fast it was like a forest fire spreading its way across me.
“I’m not denying a thing.”
My body came in contact with the cool sheets, his arms coming around to slowly guide me down. My brown eyes found his right away because even if we both knew it wasn’t necessary. He had done it. Embry had taken a moment to support me.
“Spirits.” His laughter filled my ears. It filled my home. And mine was right there with it too. What was this man doing to me?
I pulled him down with me, making sure to free my hair before it got caught under the two of us.
My warm fingers brushed against his torso. Then my hands began to explore him. Lingering in places like the side of his midriff, the line defining his muscular grooves, and the inner parts of his arms. Lingering lower to feel the outlines of his tattoos.
≡ Embry ≡
I chuckled a little darkly… my lips finding that pulsating spot in her throat, I kissed her, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark that would only last moments while her hands roamed over my body. Each touch made me shiver and twitch far more freely now that my jeans were abandoned on her living room floor. “Do you want me to stop… Pick them up… fold them neatly and then…” My kisses trailed to her earlobe, and I tugged it between my teeth. “Come back and give you all the attention you deserve.”
I let my hand slide out from underneath her, down her sides to the hem of her shirt and started to push it up again. Slowly. Licking my lips as I watched each inch of perfect skin revealed. All the while every brush of her fingers gave me butterflies or goosebumps… or both.
≡ Leah ≡
By the spirits! The sweet sting made me clench my thighs together. I felt the way his mouth moved. I knew from the moment he sucked. I was marked.
“Yes…” my hands moved into his hair. The softness, and silkiness of it had my fingers playing. “… yes I want you to do all that.” Wait... “No!”
What was I thinking and saying?
“Embry!” Moaning his name my back arched up to meet him. My mouth dropped open gasping at the tension his actions were building up.
My nails moved through his hair and down his neck. Until I made them work around his shoulders. My hooded eyes witnessed him as his hands worked my top up. The lick of his lips, the way he took me in. Spirits. Just watching him was intoxicating.
≡ Embry ≡
I pushed her shirt up over the swell of her breast, engulfing her with my hand. A guttural sound escaped me as her hard nipple pressed up against my palm. Far too lost in her… how she felt… how she smelled, the way she moved under me… to have acted on her words before she took them back.
My voice dipped low. “In that case.” I planted my knees on either side of the thighs she was squeezing together, trapping them there… at least until she decided otherwise. I tore my eyes away from the pink and purple mark, barely visible on her throat and pulled her shirt up and over her head. With one hand on the back of her neck, easing her back down onto the bed, the other swept her hair over her shoulder.
“Fuck, Trouble…” I took in the sight of her. Dark hair spilling over one shoulder, that perfect dark, piqued nub poking through the strands. Her waist and abdomen… flattened and creased by solid muscles. I wanted to run my tongue through each and every groove. But first. I ducked my head and wrapped my lips around that sensitive nub. I moaned and my back bowed down bringing my chest against her bare skin.
“Beautiful.”
≡ Leah ≡
It was a good thing I wasn’t shy when it came to my body. Because when Embry Call was being so attentive to its needs, he was like a pilgrim paying tribute to his temple!
He shocked me into silence, taking those small steps people missed but I felt and saw. The way he held my head, gathered my hair, made sure I was at ease and comfortable. The way he paid attention to my reactions, and then gave me more of what he saw I enjoyed.
My body moved like a wave, first my hips lifted to meet his. Being held down I couldn’t move too far, then it was my back that arched off the sheets. Pressing myself up into him to feel his skin on mine.
My lips dropped open, gasping for air when his lips closed around my sensitive nipple, sending sensations of fire through my nerves. The hum of the air, mixed with the heat we both created, with the fire he caused in my belly.
“Embry….” His name was whispered into a moan. Because that thing he did with his mouth, it sent shockwaves.
≡ Embry ≡
Her body arched and fuck!!! I wanted to ravage her! She could have broken free and made the contact she was clearly craving, but she stayed put… just because she wanted to. Her skin on mine was pure blissful heat. My teeth scraped the raised, rippled skin… each reaction she gave me feeding my desire.
I kissed my way back up to her collarbone, rough hand slipping between us to take over the task my mouth had started. My lips skimmed across the sweet dip at the base of her neck… all along her rapid pulse, her jaw… chin and finally her mouth in a deep, fiery kiss. I tasted her tongue, her breath, her lips… Swallowing the way she moaned my name.
“You…” I moaned between kisses. “Are addictive, Trouble."
≡ Leah ≡
Addiction had a new name in my world. Just as it clearly had in his. And this coming from a woman like me who didn’t give in to them. At. All!
My hands are in his hair, tugging a little at the length of it as our tongues dance a fast, heated dance. I felt the way his fingers played and teased, continuing the work his mouth left off, but keeping the pleasure flowing just the same.
My legs stretched out with his knees locking them in place, but even with the knowledge of how I could have him on his back in three moves. I didn’t want this to stop. Spirits! Why did it feel as though he was going to be the death of me? From simple looks, the way he sang for me, to the fires we set ablaze in our wake. I wasn’t sure what to answer.
My hands moved down the side of his torso, once again following the direction of his body with my lips catching his tongue. Sucking at it, playing, teasing with my fingers moving past the band of his boxers, digging my nails into the firm skin of his arse cheeks.
≡ Embry ≡
“Fuck!” Or at least that was what I had tried to say… the sound that came out didn’t resemble the word. Her hands were everywhere, and electric tingles sparked to life everywhere she touched.
I arched my back as her touch trailed lower and beneath the band of my boxers… every muscle clenched. The hardness in my boxers met the hard planes of her abs and I swear that was a growl. Was that me? Fuck… who knew! When she released my tongue I slid my hands down her waist, holding her against me instead of pressing her down into the mattress.
“See what you do to me?” I groaned; it wasn’t really a question. I began to kiss a trail back down her neck, not breaking the contact until I had to so I could continue my path down between her breasts.
≡ Leah ≡
He growled at me? She was awake and, Spirits! Did we like the way that sound riled our body, mind, and soul up?
She/ we growled right back at the connection between us. The moment his arm held us in place, we sensed the way his thickness felt on our stomach.
“Embry!” I was breathless, and hot, and of course, excited! Now wishing I had the freedom to move my legs around him.
But she stopped me. We liked showing him the trust we had in him. Because that is what this was.
“Still… Real!” My mouth dropped open, eyes closed, hands falling to the sheets fisting them to keep myself from doing anything to break the unspoken promise we had in place.
≡ Embry ≡
No one in my life had ever made my name sexy…. But of course, Leah managed to. My trail of kisses eventually meant I had to free her legs so I could continue the line down her stomach. Dipp my tongue into the defined lines between her abs, passed her navel…
She smelled like so… fucking… good. I ached to taste her… to feel her. And then her words grounded me. “Real…” I breathed into the curve of her hip. Scraping my teeth against her hipbone and groaning. “Still… very real.” My tongue traced the curve that vanished into her shorts, and I tucked my fingertips into her waistband.
“How do you always manage to have more clothes on than me?”
≡ Leah ≡
He got it. The understanding we never really needed to discuss and somehow fell into place.
I opened my eyes looking down the length of my body, seeing my chest heaving, the sound of our hearts in the perfect rhythm, the scent… Spirits!
Biting on the inside of my cheeks one of my hands combed his hair back. The muscles he licked and kissed vibrated underneath his attention.
“Because….” Breathing the word out… “I’m not just… a pretty face, Dimples.”
This time I made myself watch him, to continue following his actions with my eyes. But I had to smirk. Because he wasn’t wrong. I did somehow always manage to keep more clothes on, for much longer.
A memory flashed in my head. Embry, taking his work tee off at #HwH, throwing it at me. For me to bat it off to his fan club.
Dropping my head back to look up.
≡ Embry ≡
Fuck! This woman… she was perfection! I slid her shorts down her legs, I had to climb off the bed since we were still at the end of it. I didn’t fold them, but I did at the very least toss them onto the chair in the corner. I looked down at the glorious sight…
“It is one hell of a pretty face though…. And so…. SO much more.” My eyes travelled up and down her form on the bed before me.
I climbed back onto the bed and scooped her up. Clambering on my knees to the head of the bed where I let us both fall onto the pillows. “You and that pretty face better buckle up, Trouble.” I chuckled and pulled the sheets up over both of our heads, hiding us from the world. “We have a long… hot night ahead of us.”
Then we were lost in our very own world.
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We see Beto in the distance, helping himself to snacks like it’s an All You Can Eat Buffet. Meanwhile, Adela, THE MANAGER! tries to close a deal with José, but our guy is too nervous. ADELA I think you’re gonna be really happy with this vehicle. Great mileage, nice sporty ride… I think it’s a good investment on every level. JOSÉ Thank you, yeah, let’s do it, sure. ADELA Great!! I’ll get working on this right away!… Sir? JOSÉ What? O.K. Hey, did I see you in the fields a while ago? An awkward beat. ADELA Yeah, probably. I sometimes help my father. JOSÉ I do too! 29. 30. He smiles, she’s perfect. JOSÉ (CONT'D) Wow. I just… bought a car. ADELA Congratulations. JOSÉ Sorry. I don’t… My name is José. ADELA I’m Adela. JOSÉ What car did I get, again? I am… Confused. Distracted. Sorry. ADELA (Amused, smiling) So you don’t know what kind of car you just got? JOSÉ No idea. Could be a delivery truck for all I know. She laughs. ADELA Well, it’s actually an old UPS truck. And she’s funny? He’s floored. JOSÉ Look, I know this is awkward, and you’re in the middle of work and all, but… Uh… Would you—— At some point, maybe—— It doesn’t—— You know—— Um… Forget it. ADELA Yeah, well, I wouldn’t mind going on a date on a UPS truck. But I don’t think it’s gonna happen. JOSÉ Why not? ADELA Well… Because you’d have to meet my father first. 30. 31. JOSÉ I’m really good with dads. ADELA Okay, then. At your own risk. There’s one more requirement, though. JOSÉ Shoot. ADELA You have to get your friend off my snack bar before I call the cops. Beto’s indeed on his third serving now. José laughs — Adela smiles: It’s on.
//
Adela comes out to say goodbye. ADELA I’m so sorry. Really. I didn’t mean to put you through the Spanish inquisition. JOSÉ It’s fine. It was… fun? ADELA They’re actually nice deep down. You probably just intimidate them. JOSÉ I intimidate them? Together they have the body mass of a large bull. ADELA I don’t mean it like that… It’s just… You’re an engineer and stuff. JOSÉ I thought nerds didn’t intimidate anybody. PAPÁ (O.S.) ¡Ya métete, Adela! PAPÁ (O.S.) Get back in here, Adela! ADELA Ya vooooy. ADELA Coming! Adela rolls her eyes. ADELA (CONT'D) I’m sorry. JOSÉ Don’t worry. I’ll come back.
//
Ezequiel will be home in thirty. She leaves, José toasts with the class of coke. JOSÉ Your mom is so cool. ADELA She likes you. I can tell… JOSÉ She likes the nerd. ADELA You’re a different kind of nerd. JOSÉ Yeah? Well, you strike me as… Hmmm… I don’t know, you’re eager. ADELA Eager? As a matter of fact I am. JOSÉ So? What’s your big dream? Goal? ADELA Goal? JOSÉ My dad says you have to focus on something, a goal. Then you have to work see how far you are, draw a path… Interrupting, direct. ADELA I want to have my own restaurant. JOSÉ Ok, no hesitation there. ADELA A real restaurant, comida Michoacana, not your next burrito joint. JOSÉ I would definitely go. 40. 41. ADELA I know you would. JOSÉ I’d put money on it too. They smile. ADELA What’s yours? Your big goal, dream, whatever. JOSÉ Well… (beat) When I was a kid… Nah… It’s stupid. He thinks about it. Decides against it. ADELA Oh, you can’t do that! You absolutely cannot do that! JOSÉ Do what?! ADELA You were about to say something! Tell me, what’s your big dream? JOSÉ Marry Salma Hayek. ADELA Ha! (beat) Tell me, I want to get to know you. He wants to but it feels silly. He hesitates. And then: JOSÉ I think I wanna be an astronaut. She laughs, hard this time. When she stops… ADELA Oh, my god, you’re serious. A beat. And then it lands… ADELA (CONT'D) Wow. You mean to—— Like—— 41. 42. JOSÉ It’s stupid. ADELA No! No, I just—— I wasn’t expecting it to… be that. I don’t think it’s stupid at all. It’s the exact opposite of stupid. It’s amazing. I feel really unambitious, now. She laughs. JOSÉ Hey, a dream is a dream. ADELA Well, you know, stop by my joint for unos tamales on your way back from Mars. JOSÉ Will do. He sees her hand on the table, close to his. He has the impulse to touch it… Adela smiles. It’s so on. He reaches for her hand. JOSÉ (CONT'D) Can I ask you something? ADELA Shoot. We hear the door. It’s Dad. They pull back their hands. JOSÉ What does a nerd have to do to be alone with you someday? ADELA (Big, big smile) Well for starters you have to dump Salma. Then…
//
José walks in and finds… Adela sitting by his desk, looking down. Then he notices his desk: His six NASA REJECTION LETTERS, spread before her like forensic evidence. She just turns and looks at him. ADELA What are these? But he can’t come up with a response. ADELA (CONT'D) Say something. JOSÉ I was going to tell you. ADELA I just want to make sure I’m getting this straight: You have actually applied six times to the Space Program… and you never once thought I’d like to know? JOSÉ It’s—— I thought I’d give it a shot. ADELA A shot? These are six shots — Six shots, José, over the course of six years. JOSÉ It’s just a stupid dream. ADELA A stupid dream?! You wanna know what I think of as a stupid dream? (MORE) 47. ADELA (CONT'D) 48. The dream of trusting your partner if you’re planning to go to space. JOSÉ I did tell you. ADELA You mentioned it once over a date. Years ago. AND I thought you were joking. JOSÉ Nobody’s going anywhere, Adela, I got rejected six times. ADELA And what if you hadn’t? JOSÉ But I did! I was gonna tell you. ADELA When? Collect call from the moon!? JOSÉ Adela—— I just want you to be proud of me. Beat. ADELA You were late. (beat) Did you bring the diapers? JOSÉ Let’s not—— ADELA Did you remember to bring the diapers I asked you for three times today? JOSÉ The FDA thing came out today. Silence. ADELA (sad) Congrats. Nice work. I’m actually pretty proud of you. ADELA (CONT'D) 48. 49. She collects the letters, stands up, and shoves them in his hands. She leaves José holding his stack of rejection. He looks at his old corn cob, still there in the shelf, a bit mummified, like an old memory… EXT. STOCKTON — NIGHT Laying on the hood of the car, José and Beto drink beer under the stars. José has a pack of diapers in his lap. BETO You know they put the diapers by the beer stall because it’s depressed dads who go buy them in the middle of the night… Damn, you stupid. JOSÉ She’s been so stressed out with the restaurant thing. BETO Maybe she just wants to be in the loop if you’re planning to go to space? JOSÉ Well, not happening. I’ve been rejected six times. José drinks up, feeling sorry for himself. Beto chuckles. A long silence. Then… BETO Gotta bolt, cousin. JOSÉ What’s up? BETO What do you think is up? C’mon you’re the smart one, no? A 5am shift, of course. Beto gets ready to go… but then: BETO (CONT'D) Look at me, man. Look at you. You know, I never bought that bullshit about the American Dream. A beat. //
A tense family dinner is over. José remains sitting at the head of the table, alone. Adela just stares at him. JOSÉ I’m so, so sorry, Adelita. I… A beat. They’re both tired. She offers her hand. He takes it, relieved. Weirdly, though, her tone is all business: ADELA How big is this… Space idea? JOSÉ What? No. No, it’s just a silly—— ADELA José. How big is it? It takes him a second to come clean. JOSÉ I think about it every single hour of every single day. Always been there. Can’t make it go away. A long pause. ADELA I refuse to be the oblivious… permanently annoyed, whining wife, so don’t put me there… I need you to trust me. I take you seriously. And if we’re going to do this we’re going to do this right. A beat. ADELA (CONT'D) I’m gonna ask you a question. And I want you to give me an honest answer, okay? He nods. ADELA (CONT'D) The people that got into the Program the last six years… What do they have that you don’t? JOSÉ Well, there’s a lot of training, and it’s money… 51. 52. ADELA Forget about that. We have savings. What do they have that you don’t? PUSH IN on JOSÉ as a flame is suddenly IGNNITED—— //
José and Adela clear the table post-dinner. José takes one last stack of plates out of her hands… and DANCES WITH HER. ADELA Everything okay? 55. 56. JOSÉ Yeah. (A beat - sad) All good. ADELA Sure? Adela makes a face, kisses him. LOOKS at him. ADELA (CONT'D) You need to go to Russia. He looks at her. Is she for real? JOSÉ I’m sorry. ADELA About what? Don’t be silly. JOSÉ Por el restaurante. ADELA Are you saying that in Spanish to make it easier? JOSÉ We’re spending the restaurant money. ADELA We’re going to be fine… Please let me go, I feel like a drifting zeppelin. José stops at her lack of romanticism. She laughs. ADELA (CONT'D) What? That is exactly how I feel. She smiles and kisses him. JOSÉ I’m really sorry. ADELA Well now you have to do what you have to do to get this, right? 56. 57. JOSÉ I’d be traveling nonstop. I’d miss all of you so much… the new baby… He kisses her enormous belly. ADELA We grew up watching our people make sacrifices. Your parents, my parents… Look at us, I mean. It’s on us now. //
She comes closer. Then, after a long beat, barely audible, he whispers… JOSÉ I got in. Adela doesn’t understand. Still very quietly: ADELA What? Adela comes closer. -- On the letter: “Dear Mr. Hernández”. A beat. JOSÉ I got in. CLOSE ON ADELA as the news sinks in. Silence. She smiles. 63. 64. ADELA That’s… That’s not bad, right? José bursts in laughter. She joins in. And then they stay silent, looking into each other’s eyes. // INT. JOSE AND ADELA'S HOME, BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER José gets in bed, and kisses Adela — who pretends to be asleep. We can see her eyes wide open, though. JOSÉ Everything ok? Nothing. JOSÉ (CONT'D) Look. I know this is hard for everyone. But I’m the one busting my ass, my body hurts, I can’t sleep. And I know I can make it work, I just have to be my best. I’m lightyears behind the… 73. 74. ADELA I, I, I, I. Yo, yo, yo. Everything is always about… She stops. JOSÉ About me? ADELA I thought we were a team. JOSÉ We are a team. She shrugs. THE PHONE RINGS. José reaches for it. JOSÉ (CONT'D) Hello? ON JOSÉ — something terrible has just happened. JOSÉ (CONT'D) What? //
José tosses and turns — can’t sleep. Looks out the window. JOSÉ (V.O.) They detected it. We’re safe. ADELA (V.O.) But it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. JOSÉ (V.O.) You have to trust them. ADELA (V.O.) I know. And I do. But… JOSÉ (V.O.) But what? INT. HOTEL BATHROOM - NIGHT Adela sitting in the bathroom floor, talking to her cell. Locked in. ADELA I’m so scared. JOSÉ (V.O.) Don’t be. You know I’m in the best hands. 105. 106. ADELA I know… I know… Just—— What are you doing right now? JOSÉ (V.O.) I’m staring at a picture of… Salma Hayek. ADELA What?! ///
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God(hcs)
c!multiple x god!reader
notes: the reader will be the god of death to make it a little bit more spicy :). c!punz’s pronouns are he/they, i’m not sure about the others, but i know theirs. also why does ranboo take away my gender? /j
word count: 1,672
warnings: arson, violence, cursing, yelling, mention of death, voices in technos part, spoilers for wilbur if you haven’t watch tommy’s lore stream, revival for wilbur, making a religion, time travel, egg, prison, stealing, anarchy, playful name calling
Sapnap
so obviously y’all would be a great match :)
you have creative mode, so when sap would ask you to give him a lighter and tnt, you would GLADLY give it
also, can we talk about him being a nether hybrid
fire squared
like fires left and right, hide your mom and your children in your house lol /j
but besides the whole arson thing, you favor him above anyone else on the server
like if he asks for diamond blocks, well here’s a whole inventory of it, also, here’s some ancient debris and some netherite
if someone asked, you would probably grant them with poison and curses, just because you can’t be “unloyal” to snapchat 
wouldn’t be lonely anymore
Dreamwastaken
this duo is less chaotic, but chaotic enough where people avoid you
he still asks you for stuff, but most of the time, you don’t give him it because he annoys you too much about giving stuff
“hey y/n/n, can i pretty please get some emerald blocks.”
“nope bitch, get it yourself.”
but sometimes, you grant him some op shit, when it’s your good day
“because i’m being nice, here’s some diamond, now, don’t ask me again you little piss baby.”
“shut your trap y/n.”
“or what homeless teletubby, what are you going to do to a god like me?”
“you hang out with technoblade to much.”
Georgenotfound
maybe the least chaotic duo
you guys keep on relaxing and relaxing until the point where you don’t do anything
he barely asks you for anything, but only when it’s really really important, like a house or build
especially when he was building his little cottagecore house, he needed your godly presence to help
“y/n, what should the roof be made of?”
“i suggest brick, it makes it more aestheticy if that makes any sense.”
also barely any drama or tea with you guys
never arguing and never betraying each other is a must
Tubbo
also another least chaotic duo
literally help him with his bee farm, he will (platonically) love you forever
gotta be close to ranboo, that’s the rule
gives him SO much stuff, he’s a precious boi 🙄
also gotta be close to tommy, but not as much unfortunately
you help him pick out things for builds, like what material clashes with another, etc
“do you think that the wool and the netherite blocks look good together y/n?”
“nah, what i suggest is the wool with the gold, it looks perfect.”
sometiems, gotta put him in check because he gets a little ego built up
you definitely yank his horn a little too hard because of your IMMENSE STRENGTH
“OW, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N.”
“calm down sunny, you were just getting a bit over your head a little.”
Tommyinnit
chaotic duo like sapnap
snaps at anyone who annoys you and vice versa
you give him EVERYTHING, obviously except op and creative
he tries to persuade you to do something, but dreamxd wouldn’t allow it, since he is the main boss
“come on y/n, give me op.”
“no tommy, xd will kick my ass.”
“pweaseee.”
“no.”
you would DEFINITELY help him with the Big Innit Hotel, making the whole layout and color palette.
both of you have an intense hatred for ranboo, since he “stole” tubbo away from tommy
Ranboo
least involved in everything
just stay in the tundra and drink some tea, and you’re good for all of your life
helps him get netherite all the time so your boii can get the good stuff 😬
when he mines to get diamonds, he literally prays to you
“y/n, if you’re listening, please give me a 6 vein, i desperately need it for my collection of diamond blocks.”
and THERE IT IS
more than a 6 vein actually, a 12 vein
guess he needs to pray to you more
daily tea sessions, to talk about the good stuff, and NO, and i repeat NO skipping
threatening to flick water on him check ✅
Wilbur Soot
literally you spoil him
not to be angsty, but when he died and lost his last canon life, you revived him instead of Dream
now he’s practically at your knees
like he’s thinks that he owes you, but actually that’s the opposite
he was revived because you were lonely, and wanted your best friend back :(
prays to you when he goes to bed
“hey y/n, hope you’re having a great day, (platonically) love you.”
“love you too mortal.”
sometimes, to be at the peak of godness, you shower upon wilbur as gold to symbolize blessings, like zeus did before
“omg y/n, what are you doing?”
“i’m trying to bless you, shut up bitch.”
just saying, he would make a religion about you :/
Karl Jacobs
omg don’t get me started on this
first, you wouldn’t codone him going back in time
he would definitely forget your name a lot, so that’s why you hated it
“hey karl, how are you doing?”
“i’m sorry, but do i know you?”
ANGST IS TOO MUCH FOR ME
you were definitely the one to push him towards sapnap and quackity
this is also another spoiled boi
give him the entire world while you’re at it pwease
he wants a few diamonds, nope, give him a chest full of them
Quackity
why are there so much chaotic duos in here?
literally chaos times infinity
energy to the max
literally, did you take an energy drink
grants him every wish he can randomly think off
“can i get a bucket with lava and a fish in it?”
“weird choice, but ok man.”
gotta be close to sap and karl or he isn’t your friend anymore /j
helps with las nevadas a lot, and definitely tries to rig the machines so you get money
“hey big q, i got 10,000 dollars.”
“that’s impossible... y/n, did you cheat?”
“nooo 😊”
help him preen his wings, and he goes “I LOVE YOU, MWAH MWAH.” obviously in his mind 🙄
Awesamdude
definitely helps him maintain the prison
you both love setting up red stone contraptions and pistons and all that giz
“hey sam, do you know where the redstone torches are?”
“yeah, there behind the pistons in the back.”
also you helped build the prison, since he could do that by himself
“are you sure that lava wall will work y/n, your calculations seem inaccurate.”
“i’m sure sam, this will add some more security to this goddamn server.”
nerd squared lol
BadBoyHalo
wouldn’t condone the egg
you warned him multiple times to get away from its grasp, but most of the times he’ll decline
“i won’t y/n, the egg is the future.”
he still, even after all the advancements, even after everything, he tries to ask you to join the eggpire
“come on y/n, you’ll like being with us.”
“i don’t wanna be on a stupid egg side, like let me crack the egg, i wanna eat it and turn it into a omelette.”
he doesn’t like that joke :(
but before he discovered the egg, both of you were joint at the hip
sight seeing was a must
languages being thrown around everywhere, since you were the little language muffin
Punz
steals stuff from everyone
hide your stuff, because the punzo-y/n team is unstoppable
definitely they can be really stubborn and indecisive
like one day, he will be like, “i need gold blocks.” and the next, “nevermind, i need netherite actually.”
like hon, stop switching
also anarchy buddies
burning down forests and buildings are your guys’s specialty
when you give him gold when they doesn’t ask, his heart goes brrr and his brain goes, “pog pog, they’re so cool, lets hug them.”
Technoblade
now this is the most deadly duo in the entire Dream Smp
better not piss you guys off 😐
he’s the Blood God, and you’re the God/Goddess/God being of Death
so if some occasion where you need to battle someone, like Techno’s enemies, *clears throat and murmurs Quackity*, you will obviously back your boy up :)
help him with enchanting and potions and he’s set for life
also you got have to be close to the great Philza Minecraft since him and Techno are buddy buddy
anarchy squared
helps with the voices since you have some of your own
“so what you’re saying is that i need to pay attention to them?”
“yeah, when i first learned that the voices were in my head, i tried to ignore them, but that sucked. so what i did was try to distract myself with various tasks, and that sucked.”
“so what do i do, you’re saying that i should listen to them, but how do i do that when they literally shout at me.”
“just embrace it, obviously when they do their little chant of blood for the blood god, you have to ignore them.”
“you suck at advice.”
Philza Minecraft
so since both of you resemble death, him being the Angel of Death and you being the God/Goddess/God being of Death, y’all are fucking best friends, platonic soulmates if you will
death squared
watch out, because if you piss them off, prepare to d-
gotta be close to Ranboo and Techno, and obviously others who he platonically likes
he doesn’t need to ask you for stuff, he’s the fricking Angel of Death, but he will ask you to preen his wings :D
“ow, not there y/n.”
“oh shut up grandpa, let me do it.”
“I’M NOT OLD DUMBASS.”
Dream XD
two gods at once, damn there is so much chaos
left and right, you guys are noticed by everyone, like purrrr
y’all would be in some fancy shit, to show your power
you would get jealous of him hanging out with george
“why are you jealous y/n?”
“you’re hanging out with george to much, hang out with me please :(.”
gifts are a must, even though both of you have access to creative
#dream smp#mcyt#myct x reader#dream smp x reader#quackity#quackity x reader#sapnap#sapnap x reader#georgenotfound#georgenotfound x reader#dream x reader#dreamwastaken#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x reader#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit#dreamxd#dreamxd x reader#badboyhalo#badboyhalo x reader#louistommosnesquickmilk writes#louistommosnesquickmilk#philza minecraft#philza x reader#technoblade#technoblade x reader#punz#punz x reader#awesamdude#awesamdude x reader
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Respite Among Chaos | Pt II
Porco Galliard x Athlete!Reader
summary: now that you and Porco are closer than ever thanks to Reiner, witness the conclusion of your unresolved feelings for each other! are you ready to admit your friendship is a bit more? read part 1 here!
word count: 3652 (including words in text messages)
a/n: imma be honest this was gonna be a 10.2k 1-parter but Tumblr is being a bitch so that didn’t happen 🙃 I thought my hatred for the most recent mobile update hit a new height the other night when I was painstakingly trying to make the moodboard for this story, but today I learned something new about myself 🙃 please tell me I am not alone in this frustration. anyways, I hope you enjoy this conclusion!
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I’m surprised to find Porco waiting for me at my dorm, bouquet in one hand, Ben & Jerry’s in the other. “Porco! Where did you find a bouquet at this hour?”
“Walmart over in Liberio.” He shrugs it off as if it were nothing.
My eyes soften. “That’s really sweet, you didn’t have to do that. The ice cream was already more than enough.” I unlock my dorm, flicking the living room lights on. Pieck’s asleep in our bedroom, so I put my hand up to my lips. “Don’t be too loud.”
He nods and maneuvers around me so I can close the door, and I catch a whiff of his cologne. It smells like the forest after a long rain, refreshing. So very… Porco.
I hop in the shower, scrubbing myself down as quickly as I can and washing my hair (which takes the longest, of course), and as soon as I’ve got the water turned off I can hear a knock on the door. I wrap a towel around myself and open it to be greeted with Porco’s face.
He takes in my body and his nose turns a rosy shade of pink. He looks away as he says, “I got everything set up. Do you want to watch another scary movie?”
“Sure, thanks. I might be awhile because I have to put all my hair products in, but I’ll go as fast as I can.”
“Do you need help?” He asks.
“Nah, I got it. There’s a specific order to it or else it won’t lock in moisture how it’s supposed to.” His mouth forms an ‘O’ in understanding and he leaves me to my hair care.
When I come out, I’m dressed in a baggy tshirt and basketball shorts, also known as my springtime pajamas because it’s too damn hot in Marley for me to be wearing flannel ones.
Porco’s laid out like last time, except now he has an arm resting on my side of the couch back, remote in hand. “I’m sure your hair is perfect, princess. Come on.” He motions for me to come on, already, and I acquiesce his request by jumping on the couch bed, making it rock a little. He casually pulls me into him with his arm, then starts the movie.
•••
Minus the flowers, that’s how most nights go now, and my days are spent studying with Porco next to me when I’m not practicing. Every now and then he’ll buy me coffee, complete with whipped cream and my favorite drizzle. Sometimes he’ll even drop it off to me when I’m in class, eliciting ‘ooos’ and ‘awwws’ from the other students, much to my chagrin.
He always greets my Professors with his pearly whites, using the excuse of, “I apologize for the interruption, Professor, but the track star here needs her daily coffee or else she might get bad luck - superstitions, and all - anyway, I hope your students are getting valuable information from all the hard work you’re putting in. Have a nice day!” And then he leaves before anyone can say anything.
In the classes I share with Pieck and Historia, the two of them always nudge my arm and tease me, and I always hide my face in my arms.
One day, I get a notification on my phone, and open it to see Historia has made a group chat. We spend the rest of Professor Hange’s class texting while taking notes.
I sigh in frustration, putting my phone down, but I’m a little too loud, garnering Professor Hange’s attention. They look over at me. “Anything you would like to share with the class, y/l/n?”
I vigorously shake my head no. “Sorry, my mom just doesn’t understand what I mean when I say I can’t talk because I’m in class.”
They muse on my easy lie for a moment, then say, “Well. It’s not surprising, given your boyfriend doesn’t understand that either.”
My eyes widen, and I say, “He’s not my boyfriend, Professor.”
They frown. “Hm? He should be. Seems like a keeper.” And before I have time to say anything, they return to their lecture, Historia and Pieck sniggering, their eyes darting back and forth between me and themselves.
I mutter under my breath, “You guys are the worst.”
•••
I jolt out of my sleep in a cold sweat, panting. I check my phone. It’s after midnight. In a moment of vulnerability, I text Porco:
Almost immediately my phone vibrates with a response.
No sooner have I gotten everything ready (including my appearance) than I hear a quiet knock on the door. Opening it reveals Porco, who enters, closes the door for me, and immediately envelops me in a hug. I sigh in his arms, breathing in his cologne. “Thanks, Porco.”
He pulls back, eyes searching mine. “What’s going on?”
I let my forehead fall against his chest. “It’s a long story... Pieck and Historia are the only ones who know the full thing. Marcel and Ymir know some of it, but they don’t have the whole picture.” I ramble, my voice muffled in his jacket.
“You only need to tell me what you want to tell me. But, you probably can’t do that while eating my shirt.” Porco jests, and gently grabs one of my hands, leading me over to the couch bed. He takes his jacket off, tossing it over the couch back, and I look away when he makes to pull his pants off, but catch a glimpse of his briefs as he holds the blanket up for me to climb under, patting his chest.
I quickly join him after turning the lights off, laying my head on him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer, and I feel every tense muscle in my body loosen up, his embrace a calming agent.
“So.” He says.
“So.” I mimic. After a few moments of silence, I try, “I… was abused as a kid.”
Porco whistles. “That is… really depressing to start with. What else?”
“Sorry,” I apologize, “It’s… there’s no way to explain it without going straight to the nitty gritty. But basically, my mom and dad split, and my dad would hurt me to get back at my mom. He’d leave bruises, scars, he’d lock me in a closet, he wouldn’t feed me, and when she would confront him about it all he just threatened to turn it back on her because he had friends who were cops. My mom felt powerless, and I was powerless. He broke me down and convinced me it was my fault that he did it to me, that I deserved it, and it blinded me to a lot of toxic friendships throughout my schooling, up until college when I started therapy. So… that’s why I have anxiety. And why I feel like a burden to people.”
“I am so sorry, y/n. No one should ever have to go through that. Especially not a kid.” His hand finds purchase on mine, his thumb rubbing circles on my hand. “You have to be really strong to make it through something like that, though. No wonder you’re a superstar.”
“I don’t feel strong, though. Everyday… It’s like it takes everything in me to not crumble under the weight of it. It’s a chain I can never quite break free from, and it makes everything just a little harder. Even sleep.”
“Is that what your dream was?” Porco asks.
“Yea, it was. Sort of.”
“What happened in it?”
I give a breathy laugh. “It’s weird, but, here goes. I was stuck on a date with Reiner, and was trying to find a way to get out of it. Going to bathrooms to hide, trying to climb out windows, waiting for him to be distracted so I could run out of the front door, the works. I already didn’t want to be on the date, but the thing making me want to leave was that something was wrong with him. He sounded like my dad. And finally, I did find a way out. Only, when I got out I was trapped in my dad’s house, and if I was trying to go out an exit, the room would extend forever. If I was just walking around? Nothing. But then, he started chasing me through the house, like he was hunting for me. Whispering my name and laughing, with this laugh he always had before… I had to be silent, but he could smell me. Eventually, Reiner found me, but… he wasn’t Reiner anymore. He was my dad, with Reiner’s face peeling off his skin. And when he caught me, he… I woke up then.” I nuzzle into his chest, needing comfort.
Porco tucks his head in, resting it in my hair. “Do you think sleeping with me at night would help?”
I ponder it, but shake my head. “I really don’t know. Selfishly, I hope it does, but I don’t want to steal you away from Marcel all the time. He might miss his little brother, you know.”
“Steal me from him all you want, it’s not like Pieck doesn’t steal him from me constantly. Can I tell you something?” His voice rumbles in his chest, and the vibrations in my ear are relaxing.
“As much as you want.” Is my response.
“That whole thing about Marcel being injured… The reason I don’t like Reiner is because he almost killed my brother.”
“What?” I turn my head to look up into his eyes, moonlight filtering in through the blinds to reveal his depths of amber.
He bites his lip as he scowls at the air, mind caught in the past. “He crashed his car with Marcel in the passenger seat. He was at fault for the crash, and somehow came out relatively unscathed compared to Marcel. He put him in the hospital. Critical condition, and a coma. I didn’t… we didn’t know if he would wake up. Every day was a nightmare.” His grip tightens on me as his voice becomes strained. “When he did wake up, he was all smiles, being a good sport about everything - you know how Marcel is. But I was never able to forgive Reiner. I almost lost my best friend. If I did-” He cuts himself off, inhaling the scent of my hair. “It’s something I don’t want to think about. By the way, whatever products you use smell amazing.”
“That would be Cantu, sir.” I say helpfully, then drop off, not sure what to say. After a while I settle on, “That’s some heavy history to back up a grudge. Even if Reiner wasn’t a jerk, I really wouldn’t blame you. If something happened to you because of him, I’m pretty sure I’d be able to override my anxiety to commit battery and assault. Or arson, at least.”
“At least?” Porco repeats, shocked. “Well, since we’re confessing, I might as well tell you… I told Reiner if he ever fucked with you again I would lay him out in front of the whole school, football scholarship be damned. Well, not in those exact words, but still.”
I gasp, poking him playfully. “Porco! Stop bullying, speak up!”
“You’re so corny.” He chuckles, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.
“And you’re so meaty.” I argue with a giggle, rolling away a little bit.
Porco gasps dramatically. “Are you calling me-” He yanks me back toward him, “A meathead?” He starts tickling me and a shriek is caught in my throat, knowing Pieck is asleep in her room.
In between breaths, I squeak out, “No- I would- never do that- to you!” The sarcasm still detectable in my tone despite Porco demonically attacking my senses.
I try to push away from him, but he only grabs my hands, and the couch bed shudders as he moves to pin my hands down - one on either side of my head. That pesky moon highlights our eyes, and from my view, his lips, too. He looks down at mine for half a second, murmuring, “You do so much to me.” The air hangs between us for a few seconds, the gravity of his words sinking in, and he leans his head down, his lips meeting mine. One of his hands slips out of mine, cupping my cheek with all the tenderness one would afford a sleeping baby, his other hand splaying open to interlace his calloused fingers with my smaller ones. His warmth seeps into my body, heating me from the inside out, and I melt into his touch, my free hand moving from the bed, to his chest, to his shoulder, then to the back of his neck, like I’m holding onto him for dear life.
When our lips part ways, he whispers, “Fuck. Was… Was that okay?”
I whisper back, “Yea - it was okay. I’m… surprised, but it was okay. More, than okay.”
“How did it surprise you?” He asks, eyes betraying his confusion.
I elaborate, “I uh… I just… I didn’t think you…” I pause, realizing I still don’t quite believe it. “Do…? You feel that way?”
He laughs, but only just. “How do I find the one person on Earth who I can confess my feelings for, and kiss, and they still aren’t sure how I feel about them? Get outta your head, y/n.” He sinks down so his chest is pressed against mine, and the thud of his heart in his chest soothes my nerves.
I counter, “In my defense, you only said I ‘do so much’ to you. You didn’t specify what. Meathead.”
I can’t see the eye roll, but I can hear it in the way he groans. “That’s just semantics. But if you insist, I’ll explain it. But only a little bit, since you called me a meathead.”
I scoff. “Hardly fair.”
“Okay, okay, fine,” He says. “The things you do to me. You make me smile every time I think about you, you make me laugh without even trying, you make me look forward to studying because I get to do it with you, you make me into a fool, doing things I would never do for anyone before - but for you, I get excited to do them. And of course, you’re making my bank account loaded with all the money you’re gonna win for us at the Olympics.”
“For us? You mean for me? And that’s if I even go.” I chide. There’s a comfortable silence before I say, “But that’s… really sweet. I didn’t know you…”
“Yea, I know you didn’t know. It was killing me.” He finally shifts, laying down next to me and pulling me into him.
I find myself tracing patterns on his chest idly. “So… were you just waiting for me to figure it out? Because that would have been a terrible idea.”
He sighs, and I sink further into his embrace, a sigh of my own releasing itself from my lips in this small bliss. He says, “Well, that was before I realized you were oblivious, hot stuff. I should’ve known something was up when I asked for your number.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because,” He kisses the top of my head, “Marcel came home from practice that day and said he hoped I’d been practicing my patience. Little did I know it was because he’d tried to tell you in a roundabout way that I was interested and you were convinced I wasn’t, but he didn’t bother to tell me that ‘til way later.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…” I say, finally realizing what Marcel was on about that day.
“You’re fucking kidding me. Did you just get that?” Porco asks, and I can tell he can’t believe it.
“To be fair, I am just a dumb jock.”
He stammers, then says, “Ohmygod, just shut up and go to sleep, nerd. You are not ‘just a dumb jock.’ Most ridiculous shit you’ve ever said.”
I kiss his chin, breaths of laughter escaping through my nostrils, and settle in for a good night’s sleep, free of any nightmares, because all I’m dreaming about tonight is the man next to me, making my heart flutter with every passing glance.
•••
“Sup, book thief?” Porco says as he lets her and Historia into my dorm for another group movie night.
“For the last time, Galliard, I thought Marcel’s book was mine! I gave it back after I realized it, I didn’t steal it.” Ymir gripes, then narrows her eyes at me. “You look too smug right now.”
I feign innocence. “Oh, what? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you and Hisu not being the only couple in the group anymore.”
“You and Porco are homophobic.” She retorts, eyes shooting daggers through my impenetrable soul as Porco closes the door and rejoins me on the loveseat. Since both couples went public, we’ve had to make some adjustments, such as adding a giant bean bag chair capable of fitting two bodies, which they prefer over the previous arrangement.
Historia scolds, “No family drama in front of our new friend, Ymir! Hi, Colt, we’re not as dysfunctional as you think.” She beams at me, winking when she sees Porco throw an arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You guys are so cute.”
I hide my face with my hands, and listen to Colt (who has generously chosen the floor as his designated spot) say, “Oh, don’t worry. I know Ymir is the real nightmare, here. I’m always afraid she’s gonna beat me with the baton in the coed relays.”
“I still might.” She threatens.
“Settle down, grumpy grampa,” Marcel warns, “Any more of that talk and we’ll be having a counseling session to resolve your anger issues instead of a movie marathon. Everyone all good? Pieck?” He looks around, receiving a thumbs-up from everyone including Ymir and Hisu as the pair get comfy on the lounger, and Pieck starts the first movie.
“Now who the fuck decided we’re watching all the hobbit movies? I don’t understand why I have to sit through this shit just to watch the desolation of a dragon-I-can’t-pronounce-his-face-“ Ymir’s complaining is cut off.
“-It’s ‘The Desolation of Smog!’” Colt says, then, “Wait- no, that’s not right. Smay-oge?”
“Smaug.” Porco supplies, and Marcel and I give each other the most shit-eating grins anyone will ever see.
In unison, we throw our heads back, shouting, “Shut up, nerd!”
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i fell in LOVE with the ideas you gave me about streamer!eren so here we go! thank you again and i hope you enjoy <3
Jaegerbomb is Streaming
Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader
Warnings: None
Jaegerbomb is now streaming
Eren adjusted his mic as the stream began, it was a Friday night and he was doing his usual nightly stream. He talked about it on Twitter so he expected a lot of people to be tuning in tonight, as well as it was a Friday night and not many people had school the next day.
"What's up guys?" Eren said as he watched the views begin to go up and the viewers tuned in.
He watched people type in the chat sending the usual 'hi eren!' or the 'hey eren!' he was used to the these messages, a smile forming onto his face.
"Good to see you guys here again! I honestly have no idea what I'm gonna play tonight but we'll go with it," he said, looking at the different chats.
He began to read the different messages that were being sent, some people complimented him or asked how his day was to which he responded with 'thank you' or 'my night has been great'.
Eren was a popular streamer.
He gained popularity within a few months after he streamed with some pretty well known streamers, his raging and yelling is what got him noticed by people, as well as his appearance. People got a kick out of him all the time and he was definitely going places.
Eren was cute, he had emerald-like eyes, brown hair, a sly sexy smile, and he always looked amazing no matter what. It attracted female attention as well as some males, Eren didn't mind it though, he loved interacting with fans on a daily basis; he also had a pretty big fanbase with 400k followers on Twitter and 90k Instagram followers. They were all amazing people and Eren couldn't ask for better.
His rage was something people found to be hilarious, there were compilations of him yelling at Call of Duty or screaming when playing the popular horror games. There was also this one time Eren's mom walked in and yelled at him when he was being too loud, and people found it to be hilarious.
He called his fans the 'Jaegerists', his fanbase was very sweet and there was rarely any toxicity in it. Which in Eren's opinion, was very relieving.
When Eren got popular he was very nervous of the issues that came with it, sometimes people would recognize him on the street or people in his classes would bring up his streams. It was something Eren enjoyed, but he tended to keep his streaming life out of his personal life. It was also a request by Carla, his mother. She told Eren to be careful and always be wary of the internet.
He did exactly that and here he was now, sitting with 7k people watching him.
"What should I play tonight? I was thinking we could do Cold War or Minecraft, but being honest Cold War is a bit boring right now; so let me know guys!" Eren said, scrolling through his chat.
Within seconds people began replying saying either Cold War or Minecraft.
Suddenly, a few notifications started popping in from a few of his viewers.
jaegerbombfan10 donated 30 coins!
iloveeren_ donated 10 coins!
erenjaeger21 donated 5 coins!
Eren smiled as he got the donations, it was common for his viewers to donate to him and he was very thankful for it. He never begged his fans for donations or any of that and that's what people liked about Eren, he never asked for anything other than love and kindness.
"Thank you to those who donated! You're all amazing!" he said with a smile.
The usual kudos came into chat and people sent in hearts to the chat which made Eren feel 10x more happier, he enjoyed what his fans were doing for him and he was so thankful.
"Alright I think Minecraft won.. so today we're gonna do that," Eren added, narrowing his eyes a bit at the different chats which suggested the game.
Eren skimmed through his computer and began to load the game, it took a few moments but the main screen popped up and Eren put on his headset.
His eyes averted to the chat's people were sending in.
jaegerbombswife: eren u look so good
ereniloveyou_: minecraft is so cool eren
jaegerbombsbiggestfan: omg eren u look so cute right now ❤
jaegerist21: ooo minecraft? sounds fun eren!
"I feel like a mess right now but thank you guys, really. What music should I play tonight? Let me know in the chat," he said before turning back to the screen and entering his world.
It was pretty common for Eren to stream during the night, he doesn't really have the time during the day to stream since he has school and other important personal things to deal with.
He scrolled through the chats with different artists and songs, "You guys want Pop Smoke? I played him last time.. how about some The Kid Laroi? He has some good songs," he said, clicking through to find his spotify.
Eren clicked on a random song and went back to Minecraft, he started by running around and organizing his items because a few people in the chat were complaining about his inventory.
"Oh shush! Not everyone is perfect! My house is dope okay?" Eren said before chuckling a bit.
Suddenly, a few notifications came through which caught Eren's attention.
y/nloveseren donated 500 coins!
y/nloveseren donated 1000 coins!
y/nloveseren donated 800 coins!
That was surprising.. not many people donate three times in a row, and with that many coins either.
Eren watched as the user moved from the bottom of the donation list to the very top, whoever it was, they were donating a lot of coins to him.
"Yo! Y/nloveseren! Thank you for your donations!" he said, smiling to himself.
A few chats suddenly bubbled in.
jaegerist45: damn whoever that is they donated a lot.
jaegerbombsbiggestfan407: omg fr!
iloveueren77: eren i can donate later!
y/nloveseren: of course! ♡ you're one of my favorite streamers <3
Eren smiled at the message, "Nah thank YOU for donating! It's appreciated," he replied.
As Eren continued playing Minecraft throughout the night y/nloveseren continued to donate to him, they ended up donating about five or six times after and it was surprising for him. He hadn't ever seen this person in his streams before, he tends to remember usernames, but theirs didn't ring much of a bell. They must have been a silent viewer.
"You guys can ask some questions by the way! It's only midnight and I really wanna hear from you guys," he said, taking a sip of his water bottle.
Questions began to fill into the chat.
jaegerbombbbb21: eren will you ever play outlast?
erensimp34: how tall are you eren?
jaegerist0123: does ur mom know about u streaming?
erensbiggestfan31: are u single?
Eren skimmed through the different questions, some were the usual and some were odd. "Well to answer, I will play Outlast at some point. I am 6'1, my mom does know I stream, and yes I am single." he replied.
Many reactions came from the chat, people saying how sexy his height was or talking about how he was single.
y/nloveseren: ur single!? holy shit
Eren chuckled a bit, "Yeah I am single.. it's mainly 'cause I never really found anyone who was going to stick around you know?" he said.
y/nloveseren: can i place my minecraft bed next to yours then? ;)
Eren's eyes widened a bit from the message, his cheeks growing a light shade of pink; nobody has ever flirted with him on a stream before. Yeah people have called him sexy or said he was hot, but a flirt was never thrown.
"Y/nloveseren you definitely caught my attention with that.. but sure! I'll let you," he smirked.
The chat suddenly went wild with people sending in messages about what he said, others pointed out his blush or the way he was smirking right now.
jaegerist45: eren a simp? ooop
iloveyoueren_: what? :/ eren what about me 🙄?
erensimp34: SIMPPPP
erenishot386: did u guys see him blush? I GOT IT ON CAMERA
jaegerist219: omg he blushed? y/nloveseren keep talking!!
Eren smiled to himself, "Alright settle down guys! What they said was nice, okay? Nothing serious."
y/nloveseren: aw :( i was serious tho! you are quite the cutie <3 i deadass can't believe you noticed that message 😭!
y/nloveseren donated 400 coins!
"Thank you y/nloveseren! Seriously, you are kicking ass tonight," he said. "I'm definitely not the cutest but thank you, really!"
Within the next few hours, Eren and a few other viewers chatted about new games and a few embarrassing stories Eren told them. The one person who stood out to him though, was y/nloveseren. They donated a lot that night and Eren even chatted with them.
"Alright guys! I'll see you all soon! Goodnight," Eren said, waving at the camera.
jaegerist45: night eren!
iloveeren716: goodnight Eren! ♡
y/nloveseren: night Eren! sleep well <3
Eren stopped the stream and leaned back in his chair, who was y/nloveseren? And why couldn't he stop thinking about them?
-
The next few weeks of streaming were exciting for Eren, a few new games were released and he started playing them for his fans. He gained more popularity from the games as well and he was happy to see new people trickling in.
Though, Eren had another thing to look forward to when streaming.
(Y/N).
He actually ended up finding out her name, yes she was a girl.
During one of his streams he asked a few questions about her, of course she was happy to respond to Eren and he always looked forward to seeing her in his streams. She was his top donater and he was always excited to see her pop in, it was odd; Eren never felt this way before.
She was a fan, someone who looked up to him, yet Eren felt... excited to see her? He would get nervous if he didn't see her join a stream or he'd be disappointed if she left early, it was odd. He wasn't sure why he felt this way.
His fans pointed it out as well, they noticed Eren would smile a lot whenever he spoke to her or he would laugh at her jokes.
Eren never did that, not even with a fan.
He was sitting in his chair, the stream had just started and people began to fill in, he was going to play a bit of Call of Duty and then he would chill.
"What's up guys? How are we doing today?" Eren asked, looking at the screen.
erenfan21: hey Eren! i'm good
jaegerist45: yoo hey!
iloveeren1827: hi eren! how are you?
y/nloveseren: hi eren!! <3
Eren smiled seeing her pop into the chat, "I'm good guys, hi (Y/N). Good to see you," he replied.
As Eren played the game he couldn't help but look over to see if (Y/N) ever talked, he didn't want to miss a message from her. Sometimes he got so distracted he would end up dying or losing a round, a lot of people took notice.
"Bro Call of Duty makes me so mad," Eren said, his brows pinching together as he focused on the screen. "Maybe I should uh.." he trailed off as he looked at the chat.
Suddenly, his controller vibrated and it showed his character dying.
"Fuck!" Eren yelled, rolling his eyes. He then turned off the game and leaned back in his chair, he was clearly mad; his rage was something that entertained people and this was no different.
erensbiggestfan31: damn Eren you're mad again?
jaegerist187: shit guys he might rage
jaegerbomb1782: ah shit, u good eren?
y/nloveseren: eren? are you okay?
His eyes flickered towards the chat, "Yeah I'm good guys! That shit pissed me off, but I'll head back in." he said, pressing a few buttons to head into the game again.
y/nloveseren: yay!! 🥰 happy Eren is the best Eren!
y/nloveseren donated 700 coins!
He smiled to himself again. She always made him smile.. it was something she did to him, she had this effect no other fan could put on him.
"Say (Y/N).. you donate a lot and I always see you here.. yet, I don't think you've ever followed me before," he said, looking at the screen.
The chat began to blow up.
jaegerist45: OOOOO 👀
iloveeren167: oh shit? eren?
y/nloveseren: i'm just shy 😭 plus i doubt you respond to dms
He ran his fingers through his brunette locks, twirling one of the strands in his fingers. "I do actually respond to dms, but you're shy? That's cute lowkey.. I actually have an idea," he smirked.
y/nloveseren: and that is? 👀
erensimp34: A CHALLENGE? y/n omg
jaegerist45: oh shit.. IM INTERESTED
jaegerbombfan20: SHE GETTING BOLD 😩
"If I win this next round of COD you gotta give me your Instagram," he said, leaning back on his chair.
The chat began to blow up with messages of people hyping (Y/N) up, a grin formed onto Eren's face seeing what people were saying. He hoped that she wasn't uncomfortable with what he said, that's the last thing Eren would ever want.
y/nloveseren: bet, deal.
His eyes widened a bit, "Shit for real? Just know I'm not forcing you, but I'm curious about you."
y/nloveseren: nah! you're fine ;) let's see if you win though
Eren smirked when his eyes scanned over the message, "Alright.. say less," he said.
He entered the game and started playing the round, he made sure to keep extra focused so he wouldn't lose. That was the last thing he wanted, he was interested in what (Y/N) was like; she was definitely intriguing.
Eren pressed his thumbs and fingers into the controller, his grip tight enough that his knuckles were white; his fans even noticed and told him it wasn't that serious, but Eren didn't care. He wanted to win and losing is something Eren hated.
Suddenly the screen flashed the victory and Eren put his hands in the air. "Hell yeah! You guys see that? Jaegerbomb is the winner!" he yelled with a smile on his face.
His chat was going crazy.
jaegerist45: YO GOOD JOB EREN
erensimp13: omg nice job eren!
jaegerbombfan20: dude u did so good!!
Eren's smile widened looking at the chat, he always enjoyed his fans telling him he was doing great.
y/nloveseren: you actually won, damn. i didn't think you would have 😭, but since you did.. you want my instagram?
Eren leaned back in his chair, "Hell yeah! Hand it over," he replied.
y/nloveseren: it's y/n.l/n!
He grabbed his phone and went to Instagram, the chat was blowing up yet again when people saw her actually put her Instagram in. They hyped her up and even told Eren that he was a lucky guy for that.
Eren found her profile instantly, he scrolled through her photos and his eyes went wide; she was gorgeous. Eren was used to pretty girls talking or messaging with him, but she.. she was different and he felt it; he couldn't help but stare at the different photos of her in the mirror or the selfies she had with a pretty smile.
He looked at the chat and moved his headset to the side, "Yo.. guys.." he said, staring at the screen.
Instantly people began asking questions. "Guys.. she is fucking gorgeous, (Y/N) you're so cute holy shit," he said, smiling to himself.
jaegerist45: YOOO EREN IS A SIMP
iloveeren3827: awe 🥺
erensimp13: SHOW USSSS
jaegerbombfan20: is she pretty? y/n omg ur so lucky
erensbiggestfan928: simpppp
jaegerist2827: DID YOU GUYS SEE HIS SMILE?
His smile turned into a frown when he saw that (Y/N) wasn't talking in the chat anymore. Did he make her uncomfortable? He didn't force her into sending it, maybe she was uncomfortable and she just didn't want to say anything.
"Yo.. (Y/N) are you there? Shit did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry," Eren said, putting his phone on his desk.
He shook his leg watching the different people responding to what was going on, a few people apologized to her; they said that they didn't mean to make her feel weird or force her into telling Eren her Instagram.
His eyes flickered when he saw her name.
y/nloveseren: omg no! you didn't make me uncomfortable at all :) thank you for your comments tho! 💗 you made me smile
Eren felt relief wash over him, "Ugh thank god! I thought I made you feel grossed out! But it's my pleasure.. you are beautiful," he said.
People started to leave messages like 'awe <3' or 'omg guys Eren is so simping right now'. All in all, he found (Y/N) extremely attractive and he decided to follow her, he silently prayed that maybe just maybe.. they would talk outside of the stream.
Eren noticed how late it was, it was currently 2:31 A.M. and he usually went to sleep earlier on Sunday's because of his classes.
"Alright guys! I'm gonna end it here, it is really late where I live so I'm probably gonna head to sleep. Goodnight everyone! Thank you for tuning in!" he said while waving at the camera.
Everyone wished Eren a good night and he ended the stream. He rubbed his tired eyes and went to shut off the light in his room, all he wanted was to relax and get a good night's rest.
He placed his phone onto the nightstand and rolled over to the other side of his bed, his body relaxing into the sheets and comfort of his mattress.
A sudden ping woke him up.
It was odd, nobody usually texted Eren this late except for maybe Armin who reminded him to keep quiet while he studied but Armin was out that night with Annie.
Reaching for his phone, the screen lit up; he had a notification from Instagram. More specifically, a direct message.
He unlocked his phone and noticed he had a dm from (Y/N), she actually texted him; a smile grew onto his face as he opened it up.
(Y/N): hey! i doubt you're awake, but i wanted to message you and say hey <3!
He instantly began typing back.
Eren: hey! i was about to go to bed but i wanted to respond to your message, so you're y/nloveseren right?
Within seconds she viewed the message and began typing again.
(Y/N): haha, yeah that's me! i've been watching you stream for a really long time, but i was a silent fan. i got a job recently and i decided to donate since you have always put a smile on my face lol.
Eren: wow really? that's sick! it's so cool to meet you, i always look forward to seeing your name in my streams 😭. how old are you btw?
(Y/N): it's cool speaking with you too! i'm 19 btw!
Eren was surprised, she was around his age? Some of his fans were under 18 or around 20+, but he was surprised to see someone the same age as him around. Most of the girls around his age weren't interested in streamers or gaming in general.
Eren: say uh.. do you mind maybe, getting to know one another? only if you're cool with it of course
He chewed his bottom lip waiting for a reply back, he wasn't sure what she would say. He didn't want to come off as the creepy streamer who talks to fans and does weird shit with them.
(Y/N): really? sure! i'm down :)!!
He smiled seeing the message, maybe this girl was worth losing sleep over.
-
Eren spent the last few days talking to (Y/N), he would stay up past 3 A.M. texting with her about life and getting to know her deeper.
The two connected instantly that night, (Y/N) was an university student studying psychology and she had a job at a local cafe near her apartment outside campus. She was interested in gaming and she told Eren that she had been watching his streams for a few months, she found him to be entertaining and he was one of the few streamers that weren't weird.
They shared a lot of the same experiences on a lot of things. Eren told her about the many relationships he had and how the girls instantly thought he was weird or boring for wanting to stream instead of having a career. (Y/N) had just gotten out of a really bad relationship and she told him that her ex found it weird that she watched him.
As much as Eren really liked the vibes he got from (Y/N), he was scared to get close with her. Armin warned him many times about how some 'fans' aren't actually fans, they con people and gain their trust to expose them later. Eren didn't want to be used for money or any of that, that would be the end of him.
Still though, Eren wanted to talk to her more. He hadn't ever gotten like this with a fan before, but maybe.. this could be different?
Eren was laying in bed that night, he decided not to stream because he was tired and he just felt really lazy. He was doing the usual, texting (Y/N) and listening to music.
(Y/N): what are you up to?
Eren: i'm just laying down, listening to music. wbu?
(Y/N): i was wondering if you maybe wanted to.. facetime? of course we don't have to but i feel like it could be cool?
Eren looked up for a second, maybe a facetime would be good; it could help him get to know her more and maybe he could find out if she was looking to fuck around with him.
Eren: sure! here's my number
He sent her his number and sat up, he wanted to look decent for her anyway. He fixed his messy hair and tied it back into a bun, then he zipped up his sweater.
His heart began to race, why was he feeling this way? It was just a fan nothing he couldn't handle, he silently hoped that she wouldn't think he was weird or anything.
His phone suddenly began to ring, he rushed over to his bed and grabbed his phone. It was an unsaved number so he assumed it was (Y/N). He fixed his hair and clicked the green answer button.
"Hey!" Eren said, his smile showing as he saw (Y/N) behind the screen.
She giggled, "Oh my God hi! You're so much cuter behind the screen," she replied.
Eren chuckled, "Thank you.. you're very beautiful yourself."
Her cheeks grew hot, "You're sweet but.. what's up? How are you doing tonight?" she asked with a smile on her face.
Eren leaned back in his chair, "I'm doing good, what about you? Do you work tonight?" he asked.
"No I don't actually.. that's why I decided to call you since I had some free time. Are you streaming today?" she asked.
He shook his head, "Nah.. I uh.. I decided not to since I was tired and I honestly was too lazy to get on," he chuckled.
"Oh Jaegerbomb is lazy huh? That's odd, you usually have so much energy." she giggled.
Eren smiled at her words, "Yeah I'm pretty lazy sometimes.. but y/nloveseren just insisted we facetime," he said in a dramatic tone.
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh shush! I was being sweet and plus I was bored, so be thankful I asked." she said, giggling a bit.
He ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh I see.. but I am thankful! You're a pretty sweet girl (Y/N), I love talking to you."
She felt bashful around him, Eren had this impact on her and she always had butterflies whenever his name popped up into her phone. He was sweet, attractive, exciting, and most of all he was an amazing listener; something (Y/N) never had.
"Thank you, Eren. You're a really sweet guy yourself," she replied, nodding her head to the side.
He propped his phone up on his bed, he adjusted himself so he was a bit comfortable. "Of course! You deserve it (Y/N)," he smiled.
The two talked for hours that night about so many things. They told each other different stories from their childhood, they talked about weird experiences they had, and they even got a bit personal with one another. Eren felt like that was a huge plus, he could never get this personal with anyone.
He loved the vibes he got from (Y/N), she was easy to talk to, funny, sweet, she matched his vibe and the two got along so well.
Eren had his mind made up.
She was worth losing sleep over.
-
A month or two had gone by since (Y/N) and Eren started talking. They were still very close and they talked pretty much all day everyday, that was something that rarely ever happened with a fan. Most of the time Eren wouldn't speak to fans long.
He considered her a friend, but he knew inside he wanted to be more than friends with her.
He was currently streaming at the moment, he was a bored; not much was going on and he was playing some Minecraft to pass the time. (Y/N) told him earlier in the day that she wouldn't be joining the stream till later because she was working late. It slightly disappointed him, but he knew that her personal life was important.
He sighed, "What do you guys wanna talk about? Ask me anything," he said, looking towards the chat.
A few questions bubbled into his chat, some were questions that he's answered before. But one question actually caught his eye..
jaegerist3452: what do you think about y/n?
He furrowed his brows for a second, why would they be asking about her? Sure, he told people that he was speaking to her and they talked outside of the streams, but nobody really asked.
"What do I think about (Y/N)? Oh, she's dope as hell. I love talking to her, there's a lot more I can say but I dunno.. she might not like it," he replied, leaning back in his chair.
His eyes scanned back over to the chat where everyone was spamming telling him to say it and that she probably wouldn't judge him.
"You guys really want to know?" he asked, sitting up a bit.
erensimp43: yes!! i wanna know!
jaegerist45: i'm down to listen
erensbiggestfan2928: tell us!
iloveeren1010: i wanna hear!
Eren let out air through his nose. "Well (Y/N) is a really really sweet girl, she's so nice and easy to talk to. Not to mention how great of a listener she is, her personality is something I value the most about her; she always makes me laugh and talking to her is my favorite part of the day. Most of all, she's beautiful. She's such a pretty girl and.. damn, I'd love to make her mine."
The chat began to blow up with messages.
jaegerist45: that's so cute man
jaegerbombfan20: awe 🥺
iloveeren_: that's adorable holy shit
erensbiggestfan1083: simppppp but that's so nice
He smiled at the thought of her. "Yeah call me a simp but... she's really amazing," he said.
y/nloveseren: wow 🥺..
His eyes bulged out of his head when he saw her name in the chat, a blush crept onto his cheeks feeling embarrassment washing over him.
"O-Oh shit.."
Everyone began to flood messages about how Eren just got caught, he felt embarrassed and really bashful. She most likely heard everything he just said, what if she was uncomfortable?
"Shit I'm sorry (Y/N).. I shouldn't have said that shit.. we barely know one another and you're probably really upset," Eren said, rubbing his temples.
y/nloveseren: no Eren ur fine! what u said was actually really sweet 🥺💗.. thank you <3
He sat up, "Really? Wait.. so you're not mad?"
y/nloveseren: no not at all! :) i can say the same about you.. you've definitely been really sweet and i really like you
His jaw dropped and a smile formed onto his features. "Wow.. I have no words. Can we text? Please?" he asked, raising his brows.
y/nloveseren: of course <3!
Eren reached for his phone and saw her typing in their dms, his eyes flickered upwards at the chat which was now going crazy over what they both said to each other.
jaegerist45: dude that's so cute
jaegerbombfan20: I'M GONNA CRY OMG
The vibration of his phone broke him out of his thoughts, he went to Instagram to view the message from her.
(Y/N): hey :), i heard what you said and it really made my day. i was having a shitty day at work and hearing what you said made me so happy, so thank you for that. i like you, eren. i know you may not feel the same but talking to you has been so amazing and i would love to talk to you more ♡.
He smiled before sending a reply.
Eren: i would love to! talking to you has made me so much happier and i'm glad we met. everything i said was true and i want to keep talking, you're amazing.
(Y/N): sounds like a plan ❤.
Eren smiled and looked up to see his chat spamming his name, many people took the hint that he was talking to her.
"I got her guys.." he said with a smile.
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Sero Hanta x reader : he was like the Sun
Sorry in advance, english is not my first language /!/
Maybe it was your childish obsession with stars that led you to him.
After all, if you took a closer look, he was like the Sun.
Warm up your skin by his presence, blind your eyes with his quirky smile, attract you like your name was suddenly Earth.
Yes, Sero Hanta was the Sun and you were a fucking stupid planet named Pluto at 5.9 M from him.
Not Mercury the soulmate or even Earth the good friend.
You were a stupid stranger.
It’s pretty sad.
Having a crush on the guy that just took the bus the Friday night.
It was like observing the stars and remembering they’re just dead balls of fire.
Suddenly the sky felt less shiny.
But you were an optimistic Pluto.
-no, you were just a dreamer that romanticizes their life in their scenarios with some music in their bed.
So you continued to look at him every Friday.
Waiting for his yellow hat and his laugh.
Sometimes with a friend, sometimes not.
One day you even saw him at the TV, that was when you learn his name during the Yuei competition.
A future hero sounds good for him.
You can already picture him as the hero your dad loved before.
The comics one.
The Spider-man.
You guess Sero would be Elbow-man, or Scotch-man, but it sounds horrible to be honest.
So you kept Sun in your head.
And like you were in your childhood you looked at him, asking yourself if one day you could ever approach him.
You can burn yourself after all.
Or just discover the Sun’s secret.
It was a difficult decision.
How can you talk to him without seeming like a stalker ?
How people make friends in a bus ?
Did they say to the other “oh you’re taking this bus too, now you can’t leave me so give me your phone now?”
Nah.
It sounds horrible.
People were more like statues in the bus.
And the first to make eyes contact gains a judgmental look and questions his whole life.
It doesn’t sound like a friendship place.
‘Sorry to bother you, but my book just fell from my bag and is behind you so can I get it back please ?”
You looked up and saw one of his friend.
The Pikachu one.
You nodded and moved.
“Thank you so much,” he said.
‘It’s nothing’ you answered a little lost about how the book fell now you see, he doesn’t have any bag.
“By the way I’m Denki. My mother always told me to present myself to the pretty person. And you and I, don’t want me to deceive her.”
You chuckled.
“That was a horrible pick-up line.” you said.
‘Hey ! I tried, I mean I have the one about how you dad is a thief because he stole all the stars to put it in your eyes but meh.”
“I would have preferred this one if I’m honest.”
“What ?! No. No, no, no, I refuse that someone would actually like the most famous pick-up line. It’s so cheesy!”
‘I guess, I am.”
“You’re not, or if you are, then I’m Cinderella.”
“Guess your prince is waiting for you at midnight then.”
“I wish damn.” he said with a dramatic ton.
You smiled.
“I’m Y/n, I guess after this wonderful pick-up line I couldn’t hide you my name anymore.”
“I knew it !”
“So that was your purpose since the beginning. Did you throw your book behind a stranger in order to talk about your mom ?"
“Caught in 4k about your mommy issues, must hurt.” Sero answered behind him.
One moment your mind was distracted.
The Sun was here.
You didn’t have sunglasses.
You didn’t wear sunscreen.
And the Sun was here.
“You hurt my feelings Y/n” Denki said while he was faking crying.
Sero laughed and you smiled again.
‘ I didn’t say to you I broke three hearts per day ? It’s my job dude,” you joked.
“I told you so, Sero, they would break your heart.”
“I guess you were right.”
You raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.
Sero stepped towards you and sat.
“Denki, here, ask me if I have to go out with someone in the bus who would it be ? And since I’m not into the elderly, the married woman or the businessman. I answered the pretty person at our right. But Denki didn’t take it well, because he thought I would answer him.”
“Of course ! I’m the perfection, dude ! I’m funny, flirty and pretty ! I have all the “y” !!!
“Dummy, too ?” you asked.
“No, this one is the exception.”
“Ordinary ?” Sero continued.
‘High-quality,” Denki answered.
“And I would love to spell all the words that end with a��Y but this is my stop.”
“Oh the star is not here anymore.”
“I guess, it was fun to meet you guys.”
“It was fun to meet a cheesy star ! I hope next time, I would find a pick-up line that would work on you and that isn’t something my dad could say.”
“Too bad I have daddy issues for you; I guess”
“Damn Y/n.”
“Next time we saw each other, just say hi, I think that what other people do, you know.” You answered
“I will ! I can’t wait to see you again !
“Friday, that’s when I took this bus to go back home.”
“It’s a date, then.”
‘I hope not because if you’re going to take your date in a bus between the sweat of teenagers and the perfume of old ladies, you’re just going to kill their sense of smell.”
“Maybe that’s my goal and I’m the villain Nose-a-bond” Denki explained
You blinked.
Sero sighed.
‘It’s a pun with a French word“nauséabond” which means putrid and the nose. Our classmate gives us some French lessons when he’s bored.”
“Oh I see, I will remember“nauséabond”
“You get it.” Sero smiled.
______________________________
You were not the Earth.
Maybe Saturn.
You were closer but not enough to be called “friends.”
You saw Hanta and Denki all the Friday, well no…
You saw Hanta all the Fridays and sometimes Denki was here.
So yes, you and Hanta slowly bound with each other.
Sometimes it was just sitting together with earphones and left in silence.
And sometimes it was some discussions that made you laugh so hard that your abs scream.
It was pleasant.
‘You know, I always talk about this picture of Denki in a Patrick from Sponge Bob in heels, but I don’t have your number to send it to you.” Sero said.
“Smooth Sero, really smooth.”
“I’m friends with Denki.”
“He’s the opposite of smooth. He asked me if I was a happy meal because I give him a smile.”
“Well you have a point and I have one, so do you want or not ?”
“Will I receive a meme at 4 am and TikTok links that I would only watch two weeks later because I forgot ?”
“Sadly yes, and even more you will have some worried texts about how was your day and how to hide an explosion in a cake”
You blinked.
“An explosion in a cake ?”
“We didn’t want to awake Aizawa but Bakugo sweated a lot, so we have to find something that would hush the sound and the only thing was a cake.”
“...guess his hands were sweat”
“He’s sweat, just hide it.” Sero added.
You smiled and gave him your phone.
“Enter yours.” You said.
“I feel like a spy.”
You laughed.
‘I guess I’m James Bond, then.” you answered.
“And I’m Kim Possible.’
‘She was my childhood crush.”
“She’s something.” Sero confirmed ‘But I think I prefer you.”
“...are you a piece of butter to be smooth like that ? Dude calm down.”
“I just feel I needed to precise.”
“Don’t worry, I know Kim beat my ass if she exists. She’s incredible, and a spy and I’m incredible too but a student.”
“Start with the same letter.” Sero tried.
“But not the same ending and salary.”
He smiled.
‘Yeah. So Y/n, what is your career dream then, after finishing being a student ?”
“Well, I don’t know,” you smiled. “I always think I would be a doctor as a kid. I was pretty good at school, but it was just some facilities I had back then, so now I don’t know how to work and how to find my way because I was always told what to do.”
You realized the question was not that deep.
You just let your mouth dropped all your thoughts on Sero.
“Sorry, I...just forget that . And said I told you nothing, okay ?”
“No, I mean I wasn’t expecting that of course. But I understand. It must be difficult to find your way now while the other has all their lives to explore and to be themselves.”
“Yes, and you ? Always wanted to be a hero ?”
“Well if you asked me-
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Earth.
That was what you were.
A friend.
A good friend that have texts of him now.
A friend that went to his house.
A friend that met his other friends.
A friend also with Denki.
“I guess I didn’t get burnt.” you said to yourself.
“Burn by you being hot or by the toaster ?” Denki asked.
‘What the fuck are you doing here ?!” you asked surprised
It was Monday.
‘We have a break. A part of the school was exploded, and not by Bakugo.”
“But you never took this bus before.”
“Yes, I wanted to see you.”
“...you don’t say that,” you realized.
“I don’t say what ?”
“You’ve been taking this bus since 1 pm with the hope to meet me.”
“...well.” Denki started.
“You have my fucking number, Denki.”
“It was fun ! I mean the driver even says yes and doesn’t make me pay.”
“I don’t know if you’re a genius or just stupid.”
“Both.”
“Hanta is with you or did you just bus trip alone ?”
“Alone, by the way I wanted to ask you a question.”
“Go ahead, it’s not like we don’t have time.” you said looking at the 15 stops that you have to pass by.
“Do you like me ?”
“Of course, I’m not sending a the Rock meme to a disliked person.” You answered.
“Not in the sens, I can kiss him and not say “cringe” after.”
“...you could say love.”
“Cringe.”
“...you just ask-’
“Answer Y/n.”
“No, not in the way I can kiss you and not say cringe after or wash my mouth or have the feeling that it was like kissing my wall : cold, weird and never happening again.”
“Yeah me too. And- wait, you...YOU KISS YOUR WALL ?!’ He screamed
‘Say it louder, in order to wake up my grandma from the dead, idiot.”
“Sorry.” he calmed down, “You kiss your wall ?!”he was whispering while screaming again.
“Yes. I was too young, lonely, thinking I would never feel love or being loved and I thought practicing could help.”
“Mouthes are not bricks.”
“Well-done Sherlock didn’t know that.” you said, “I was desperate.”
“That’s why you like Hanta, he reminded you your ex the wall, with his scotch elbows.”
“...I- what the fuck ?! No ! I don’t like him for that. Ew”
“Buuuuuuttt you like him ?”
“It’s kinda obvious Denki.”
“So Mina knows ?”
“She guessed.” You said.
“And Bakugo ?”
“Threat me that he would explode my body if Sero likes me back and I break his heart”
“...so I was the last.” Denki understood.
“No Sero is the last. He’s dense or he’s faking it. I don’t know. He’s flirty but we’re friends.”
“No he likes you, asked me how to ask you out.”
You smiled.
‘Good to know.’
‘Yeah, good to know that Bakugo stole my favorite sweatshirt and Mina my eyeliner because I lost this fucking bet about you two, damn.’
‘Never bet with them.”
“I know, but I was sure this time. You and sero are like my best friends, guys !”
“Sad for Kiri”
“He’s my bro, that’s different.”
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“Denki told me, he told you,” Sero said the night after this meeting at the phone.
‘Yes, he lost a bet.”
“You know, I’m not talking about this, right?”
“I was waiting for you to be ready to say it.”
“Oh…”
“If you think we have to learn more about each other, or just try some dates or prefer to stay friends. I respect that Hanta. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“No I’m not. I didn’t know if you’ll say yes to be honest.”
‘ I am saying yes now.”
“Guess we’re dating then.” Sero said.
“You’re right.”
“I don’t know if I want to scream or to stare at my mirror and ask how I’m with a partner as amazing as you,” Sero declared.
“I think for my ears I would prefer the second, but if you do that, so I do.”
“Our mirrors would be pleased to see our faces then,” Sero joked.
“I think I would prefer your view.”
“And yours, for me.”
“Maybe we can see each other without mirrors, next time then?” you said.
“It’s a date, then.” You chuckled
Yes, maybe it was your obsession with the stars that attracted you to the Sun, but it was a Pikachu that connected you to him.
Maybe the system solar needed a Pokémon in their planets.
#boku no hero imagines#x reader#sero hanta#sero#hanta#sero hanta x reader#sero hanta x you#bnha#bnha imagine#mha imagines#mha
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not an astronaut
This is based off a personal experience. Tw for fat-shaming, homophobia, and general assholery from an asshole kid.
The bell rings cheerfully as Bitty steps through the doorway. This was one of his favorite places when he was younger. The eclectic curios, every shape and size and color, packing the shelves were an endless source of fascination for young Eric Bittle, and the owners were friends of the family, so they knew Bitty well and didn't freak out when he picked up a ceramic pepper shaker or glass figurine and held it in his hands like an ancient treasure.
He walks through the store with that same sense of wonder now, 30 years later, and brushes his hand reverently over the shelves. They’re not looking for anything in particular today, but Bitty has told Jack about this place so many times, he simply couldn’t help but visit. Besides, you never know when you might find the perfect accent piece for the new home.
Chicken-shaped serving bowls, a porcelain figurine of a girl dancing, a set of silverware in a dusty wooden case. Bitty is spoiled for choice. As he browses, there’s a movement at the back of the store, and he catches a glimpse of someone hauling boxes through a door. He wonders who runs the place now. The sign still says Thompson’s Antiques, but he knows Mrs. Thompson passed and Mr. Thompson is getting on in years. Could it be that…
A prickle of fear runs through him.
The figure in the back drags the box to a nearby aisle and starts unpacking it, placing items on a low shelf. Bitty’s curiosity overflows. He moseys into that aisle and begins to speak, but the man raises his head before he can get a word out. He has to catch his breath all over again.
The man’s face goes slack. “I know you,” he blurts.
Eric puts his hands on his hips and gives a bright smile. “Davey Thompson. So you’re here after all!”
~~~
“Davey, this is Eric. Eric, this is our little boy Davey.” Mrs. Thompson’s smile is bright as she urges her son forward. “Why don’t you two go play at the playground while Mommy and her friend talk?”
The kid is tough-looking, with ruddy cheeks and a thick build. Eric reaches out his hand to lead Davey along the way. The minute they’re out of earshot, Davey snatches his hand back like he’s just touched a hot stove. Eric turns, surprised.
“You’re fat,” Davey says.
Eric blinks.
“You look dumb,” Davey adds on. And thus a quote-unquote “friendship” was born.
~~~
Davey stands up. He still has the same tinted cheeks and stocky build that Bitty remembers, but his face is sunken somehow, and he’s built up muscle where baby fat used to linger on his arms and shoulders. He’s got a tattoo on one arm – a Japanese koi fish, mid-splash.
“Nice ink,” Bitty comments.
And Davey Thompson, for possibly the first time in his life, smiles at Bitty. “Thanks.”
“The shop looks nice,” Bitty says, surveying the shelf like it’s his domain. “Hasn’t changed much since I used to come here.”
“You’re – you’re Eric Bittle, right?” Davey says, sounding almost scared of the answer. “From school?”
“From way before school,” Bitty responds. “You’re looking good.”
“Uh. Thanks. Same to you.” Davey looks uncertain, almost sheepish. There’s a moment of awkward silence. Davey tries to break it. “Um. So. What are you –”
He doesn’t seem to have the strength, or the will, to come up with the rest of the sentence. Bitty picks it up. “I’m a pastry chef,” he says. “I have a bakery and I cater, and I’ve put out three cookbooks. Can you imagine that?”
Davey looks kind of stunned. “Wow,” he says slowly. “Good for you. Where’s the bakery?”
“Up in New England. Providence, Rhode Island, to be exact.”
Davey snaps his fingers. “That’s right, you went to college up there. For hockey, wasn’t it?”
~~~
Bitty takes a swing at the ball. He misses, and it goes tumbling behind him into the net.
“Hah, you’re the worst goalie,” Davey says.
Somehow, Bitty finds the courage to say, “Let me play forward.” But his words are swallowed by the passing of a car on the cross street.
“What?”
“You be goalie.” Bitty gives the phrase all the menace he’s got in an eight-year-old body.
Davey laughs, a cruel laugh that sounds like ripping paper in Bitty’s ears. “Why? I can score on you all I want. That’s why we made you goalie.”
Resentment simmers like a low sun in Bitty’s gut. He wants to challenge Davey to play him on actual ice. He knows Davey can’t skate. As bad as he is, Bitty can’t possibly lose to him there. But the words stay stuck inside, plastered to the inside of his stomach, making him feel sick.
“Worst goalie ever,” Kevin chimes in.
“The worst, the wooooorst,” all four of them sing to him.
Bitty crouches low and is glad they can’t see much through the oversized goalie mask. Someday, he thinks, someday I’m gonna get them.
~~~
“Something like that,” Bitty answers easily. “And you’ve been here running the store?”
“Pretty much.” He doesn’t look very proud of that fact.
“I remember you used to say you were going to be an astronaut.”
“Ah, well –” The rose tint on Davey’s cheeks grows a shade deeper. “We were kids. I figure I missed my shot to make something of myself.”
All of Bitty’s nurturing instincts come alive. “Don’t say that. You’re doing well. Doing good, honest work. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Nah, man. It was just the easiest thing to do, once Mom got sick. I had to be here for her, and I … just stayed.”
Bitty gazes at him. This isn’t the attitude he expected from Davey Thompson, not in the slightest. He seems so defeated, as though Bitty’s arrival has reminded him of everything he isn’t. Bitty doesn’t want to be that for him, but he doesn’t think he has a choice in the matter. He quashes the small, self-satisfied demon that’s cackling in the back of his head. He’s not that kid anymore, either.
Just then, the chimes jingle at the front of the store. The babbling voice of a young child brightens the room. “Ah,” Bitty says, “there they are. He had to keep them outside a while before they calmed down. Little kids just work themselves up into a dither sometimes.” He offers an apologetic smile to Davey and retreats down the aisle toward the front of the store.
Suze is quiet, but it’s clear she was crying her eyes out earlier. She hangs on to her Papa with a fierce fist. Robby’s eyes are bugging out at the sight of the store. “What’s that?” he keeps asking, tugging on Jack’s slacks. Jack himself looks a little the worse for wear, but happy. That kind of tired-happy that they see in each other’s faces every night once the kids are in bed.
“Come on, Rob,” Bitty says, holding out his hands. “Want to see Daddy’s favorite store?”
Robby holds out his hands to be picked up. Bitty obliges, despite the warning creak of his back. He turns to take Robby further into the store and sees Davey standing there, staring them down.
He points. “I know you, too.”
“Ah, here we go,” Bitty says with a laugh.
“Were you in school with us? I don’t think that’s right, but—”
Jack holds out his hand for a shake. “Jack Zimmermann,” he says. “And you are?”
“My old friend Davey,” Bitty fills in. He can’t help but put a pointed emphasis on the friend part.
Davey clasps Jack’s hand but doesn’t seem to want to let go. “You’re Jack Zimmermann? The hockey player?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
Davey pumps Jack’s hand about four more times before finally letting go. “It’s – it’s good to meet you.” He looks at Suze, still curled up in Jack’s other arm. “And these are your kids? Or—” He turns to Bitty, face contorted in confusion. “Are they your kids?”
“Both,” Bitty answers cheerily. “Davey, meet my husband.”
Davey Thompson very nearly has a coronary right there.
~~~
“Hah, you’re just small all over, aren’t you?” Davey says with a pointed glance at Bitty’s crotch.
“You can’t help how you’re born,” Bitty retorts, but he pulls up his boxers right quick.
“Yeah, some people are just born stupid,” Davey agrees. Bitty instantly regrets replying at all.
Kyle whispers something in Davey’s ear. They both laugh.
“You’re right,” Davey says. He turns back to Bitty. “He’s right. They do say things about you.”
Bitty’s heart drops to his stomach. “W-what things?”
“You know! That you’re—” Davey flaps his wrist.
He doesn’t seem to have the nerve to say the word, but he doesn’t have to say it. The others in the locker room laugh.
For not the first time, Bitty is tempted to just ask, “So what if I am?” But he can’t. Not to these people. This isn’t how he wants his coming out to happen. So he just turns away and pulls on his sweatpants, ignoring the rills of laughter that echo against the lockers, and feels small. Small all over.
~~~
Davey recovers from his shock and nods his head rapidly. “Oh, I get it. Uh, congratulations. Uh, Bittle, could I talk to you a sec?”
He has that sheepish look again. Bitty watches as he retreats into one of the side aisles. “Gimme a sec,” he tells Jack, setting Robby down, and follows Davey.
When they're isolated, Davey turns to him sorrowfully. “I, uh—” Davey looks at the floor. “I was pretty mean to you in school.”
It isn’t what Bitty expected, not at all. To be honest, demons in the back of his head aside, this sort of thing doesn’t bother him so much anymore. Why should it? He’s married with two kids and a brand new home. He doesn’t spare a lot of time thinking about the distant past. “Um,” he starts, suddenly terribly embarrassed.
“No, let me—” Davey raises a hand. “Just let me. I said a lot of nasty things to you back then. I’m really sorry about it. I think about it a lot, and I’m just – I’m really sorry.”
There is a piece of Bitty that’s happy, even smug, at hearing this apology. But mostly he just pities Davey at this point. What a thing to carry around your whole life. “We were kids,” Bitty says. “Kids say dumb things. It’s all water under the bridge.”
“Still.” Davey says.
“I can’t say it didn’t hurt me,” Bitty goes on. “But I turned out okay, don’t you think?”
Davey laughs grimly “Yeah, look at you … and look at me.” He shrugs.
“You seem to be doing all right,” Bitty says charitably.
“I’m not an astronaut,” Davey says.
Bitty laughs. “Neither am I. We’re all good.” He pats Davey on the shoulder. A moment passes between them, silent, as they both listen to the sound of the past giving way to a new, kinder present.
After the moment passes, Bitty grins “Come on, I’m going to introduce you to my kids. Do you have kids?”
Davey flushes. “Yeah, I got a teenager. A real smartass. I wonder where he learned it.”
“Pictures!” Bitty declares. “Get that phone out, I demand pictures.”
Davey struggles to pull his phone out of his jeans pocket. This time, he flushes with pride. He narrates the story of each photo as they walk back toward the front.
#i hate writing endings: a novel#check please#omgcp#omgcp fic#omgcp ficlet#zimbits#but more really about bitty himself#stuff tippy wrote
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🌙 For Ari (and because it's my favorite series of yours) in the Let's Ride ‘Verse. I've got a few, so feel free to do any of them:
fe9. “It’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you.”
L11. “They say home is where the heart is, but that’s not where mine lives.” (for when Ari proposes maybe? Unless, you’ve already got that planned out.)
fs4. “Can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so come feel the magic I’ve been feeling since I met you.”
lover boy
let’s ride ✧ a biker!ari levinson series | ao3
pairing: biker!ari levinson x single mom!reader
word count: 580
warnings: pet name (sweetpea, lover boy)
note: i’ve already got a plan for how ari proposes, but i’ll still find a way to work in that line! this takes place post-proposal, post-ari moving into sweetpea’s home. (which, as of writing this on 11/05/21, has yet to happen within let's ride)
Light peaked through the curtains, illuminating your face. A gentle pitter patter of rain echoed against the window. A perfect lazy day. A smile twitched on Ari’s lips, his hand reaching up to caress your face. This, this was the kind of life he always wanted to have. Falling asleep with you in his arms, waking up to your beautiful face. He wasn’t entirely sure how he got so lucky to have you, to know that someday soon you would be his wife and eventually he could adopt Liam, and your little family would be officially complete.
Sometimes, he was convinced that it was all a dream. That he’d wake up one day and he’d be all alone in his bedroom and you wouldn’t be a part of his life because you didn’t love him the way he loves you. The thought terrifies him. He’d spent so much of his life alone. Now that he knew the pure joy that came from being loved by the most important person in his world, he didn’t ever want to let that go.
All he wanted now was to spend the rest of his days with you and with Liam, and to die a happy man.
You stirred slightly, your nose crinkling as you started to come out of your sleep. You blinked slowly, peering up at Ari, a small smile starting to curl across your face. "Hey lover boy," you said. "Hope you haven’t been awake too long."
"Just a few minutes," he said. "Wanted to enjoy the beautiful woman in my arms."
"Sometimes I think you’re buttering me up just to drop bad news on me," you laughed. "I’m still not used to having someone love me so much."
"Well, guess it’s a good thing that I ain’t going anywhere, ‘cause I’ll just have to keep showing you just how love you deserve." He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over yours. "Spoiler alert: it’s all the love in the whole goddamn world."
You pressed your lips against his, smiling into the kiss. "God, you’re the fucking best."
"Nah, think that’s you, sweetpea. Know that’s you."
You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. "Wish I asked you to move in sooner. Wish we could’ve been doing this before."
"We got our whole lives ahead of sweetpea, and I’ll make sure I give you all the early morning cuddles you want," he promised.
"What about work?" you giggled.
"Forget work. Forget everything. It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you. I just wanna be with you."
"You're definitely trying to butter me up for something," you said, pressing kisses along his jaw. "My turn: They say home is where the heart is, but that's not where mine lives."
"And where's your heart livin' at, sweetpea?" He already knew the answer, but he loved hearing it. He would listen to you say it every day if he could.
"My heart's been livin' with you, lover boy." You lifted your head again, kissing him softly. "Can we dance in the rain?"
"I'll do whatever you want, sweetpea. Just wanna make you as happy as you make me."
"Good, 'cause I can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain," you said, running your fingers through his hair. "So come feel the magic I've been feeling since I met you. "
"Oh, trust me, I've been feelin' that magic. You got me under your spell, sweetpea."
come celebrate my bday with me!
#starrysleepover#let's ride: a biker!ari series#biker ari levinson#biker!ari levinson#ari levinson imagine#ari levinson x fem!reader#ari levinson x you#ari levinson x y/n#ari levinson x female reader#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson fanfic#ari levinson fic#ari levinson fanfiction#ari levinson fan fic#ari levinson fan fiction#starrywrites#starryevermore
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haiykuu boys react to a long distance partner surprising them
characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, nishinoya, tsukishima
established relationship | warnings: swearing, my fan behavior, why are my head canons so long in this gd it’s like a tiny story without structure
hinata shōyō
-SUNSHINE BOY (i went crazy for this one i’m so sorry)
-you were sugawara’s old middle school penpal which turned online friend
-so obviously you’d heard about his volleyball team and the new first year star players
-and one thing led to another where he introduced you to hinata
-actually you were facetiming suga and you saw hinata and told your old friend you thought the tangerine boy was cute and then koushi “accidentally” put you in a gc together
-you and hinata have been dating for about four months
-you’ve heard everything to a t, including small little remarks from tsukishima to every toss, kill, and miss your boyfriend and kageyama managed
-side note but it’s so cute this boy is so whipped for you if you don’t respond for a certain amount of time he’ll find some dumb excuse to talk to suga just so he can shift the convo to making sure you’re safe
-anyway
-so you’re going to meet suga finally
-like FINALLY you’re so excited
-but you’re also boutta see your boyfriend!!!!!!
-buuuuuuuuuut your boyfriend didn’t know
-so it’s safe to say you were a little nervous about it
-you made suga swear up and down that he wouldn’t tell any of his teammates that you specifically were coming, but he did ask to make sure it was okay to have a semi open practice
-so you’re standing outside the volleyball gym with sugawara, backpack with hinatas favorite snacks over your shoulder. practice had already started so suga was late, but he still stood outside with you and let you prepare yourself
-you felt like you were about to throw up even though that’s shoyo’s thing
-suga walks in before you and you follow shortly after, holding in a sharp breath.
-there he was. standing on the other side of the gym, talking to who you knew as kageyama
-he hadn’t seen you yet, but other member of karasuno had
-”yoo who’s this hottie” bald, flirtatious, you had to assume its tanaka
-hinata was in the middle of jumping for a spike when he saw you, and he froze and fell to the ground, stumbling to keep his balance
-the gym got quiet at the tangerines reaction, but he was just staring at you.
-and then he was doing that “woosh” run he always told you about and before you knew it his arms were around your waist and his head was buried in your shoulder.
-everyone (literally EVERYONE) was looking at you two but you just laughed and placed a hand in his hair (which, holy fuck, is soft)
-you mouthed an apology to suga and he shrugged you off, and focused your attention back on the boy in front of you
he pulled back just enough to look at you, leaving his hands to rest on your back. his eyes were filled with tears (cute) and he offered you a smile.
“you’re here” his voice was quiet, for once, but it didn’t have any lag this time. and it was so fucking beautiful.
“i’m here.” you nodded, eyes scanning the features of his face. he chuckled lightly, a tear falling to his cheek as he shook his head.
“you’re so pretty.” his voice was watery and he moved his head back in your shoulder before you could utter a compliment back.
-he stayed attached to you for like minutes okay and this man completely ignored the teasing of his classmates.
-eventually you tried to pull him off you so he could get on with practice (and so you could watch him practice) but he refused to get off
-”bubs. babe. honey. you gotta get up”
-”hey hey hey, what about showing me a cool spike?”
-”i am literally asking you to do your favorite thing in the world sho,”
-”new favorite thing is holding you.”
-YOUR HEART
-eventually you did get him off of you and he practiced the HARDEST he had
-after practice he introduced you to everyone as his girlfriend even though you’d literally been introduced to them like an hour before
-his eyes stay on you and he constantly tells you how pretty you are face to face and how you smell good and how soft your hands are
-it would sound stalkerish if you werent whipped
-its ok hes whipped too
kageyama tobio
-no idea how youd meet this mf online
-maybe some volleyball forum or like arguing over which setter was betting in youtube comments
-or if you know nothing about volleyball,,,,
-i have no fucking clue BUT
-he doesnt mind long distance honestly
-he doesnt have to get worried about completely embarrassing himself and he never has to make like physical moves
-but he does wish he could hold your hand sometimes.
-but he ignores it🙄
-so you are like obsessed w this bitch u r in love w him🤢🤢
-and ur a good 90% sure he luv u too
-so you plan a trip to him
-you do it all out. you talk to his mom, you find the cheapest hotel that’s perfect distance between his house and his school bc ur just that cool
-and you even make up an excuse to kageyama for why you won’t be on your phone during the flight
-you know he’s gonna be at practice bc you know his schedule cos gf things
-you stocked up on banana milk (aka you brought like four)
-you hit him up yknow yknow
- “hey bubs i’m back<3 how’s practice going?” you’re literally standing outside the gym but you want to make sure you’re not coming in at a bad time
-after like three minutes he texted u “good:). just got done with a practice set.”
-so now you’re going and you’re excited and you’re Nervous
-you open the door and you’re met with a rly tall guy with a headband on
-“hi, can i help you?”
-“uh, is kageyama here?” and he turns his head, and you follow his eyes, and there he is
-and he’s already staring at you
-a ball is lightly held in his hands
-if anyone who didn’t know him saw him they would genuinely think he’s angry
-but it was kinda the same look he’d give you when you talked about things you cared about on facetime
-so maybe that’s love? 😳😳😳
you give him a little wave
-“sup kags”
-he’s just staring
-blankly staring
-which you should’ve expected
-“sorry, are you mad? i should’ve told you i was coming, that’s my bad i just thought i could surprise you and it would be really nice and then you wouldn’t be stressed out sorry-“
-literally why are you saying all this all of his teammates just like “wtf”
-he shook his head quickly and opened his mouth to say no but just continued to stare
-“i- uh- you want to watch me set?”
-you LAUGH. and i mean LAUGH girly and he just turns all kinds of red and you know his team is gonna be on him for that
-“yea! if that’s like, allowed?” daichi doesn’t care so you are literally balling
-you watch him play and like at first he’s REALLY awful like rly bad but then he kind of tunes everything out (i.e. you) and gets back in his groove
-afterwards he comes over to you and asks you what you think and he’s looking at you like this is normal but you can tell he’s shaking and he kisses your forehead REALLY REALLY FAST and mumbles a quiet “i’m glad you’re here”
-he opens up w affection more along the trip
-he appreciates the banana milk. sm.
-from then on out he constantly brags ab having a gf to the team
oikawa tooru
-he suspects smth is up to be honest
-he’s like “ohhh shawty gon do sum😫”
-(he doesn’t fucking call you shawty)
-but to be fair he figured more like you were gonna send him smth rather than send yourself
-surprise again he’s AT PRACTICE who would’ve guessed
-but this time you come at the end of practice because seijoh has like set schedules and oikawa tells you everything so
-you’re just standing by the door waiting for him to come out, ignoring the literal group of girls forming at the end of the hall knowing dAmn well they are your bf’s fangirls
-oh well
-you hear his voice before you actually see him
-he’s giving someone tips on their serves and you hear someone make a snide remark at him and you only assume its iwa
-he’s in the middle of a sentence and he just stops.
-there’s a good couple of seconds where he completely loses composure
-which is not tooru like
-you took a step closer and smiled
-”is this the oikawa tooru fanclub?”
-”nah it’s actually the oilykawa hate club” it’s the same voice from earlier and it’s definitely iwa
-you laugh a little and keep looking at your boyfriend
-”that’s even better”
-he just walks up to you and gives you a real, genuine smile
-pushes a piece of hair behind your ear
-and KISSES u
-EPIC MOMENT GAMERS
-”what are you doing here, pretty? come to see me play? if so, i hate to break it to you, but you’re late”
-you just roll your eyes and kiss him again
-once you two are alone he literally cries
-LMAO
sugawara koushi
-literally the only one who can keep his cool out of all these mfs (aside from tsukishima)
-however, when you show up to his practice wearing the hoodie he sent you like two months earlier, he lost his shit
-you set it up with daichi and everything beforehand.
-(and daichi literally made sure suga would look like a setting genius the day you showed up)
-he had just made a really good set when you walked in and you clapped
-”nice one, koushi”
-he looks at you like 😦 & is just like “you- what- you’re- how- why?”
-lol and then he goes on “not why like i’m not happy you’re here just how”
-and all the third years think it’s so funny to be honest, because typically suga can keep his cool
-he eventually gains his cool and shines you one his signature amazing smiles (which, is somehow better face to face)
-omg he goes over to you and once he gets there he turns to his teammates and like
-”this is my s/o!!!”
-mf is BEAMING
-he’s so happy
-you find out right after he gives literally the best hugs ever i live by that and i will die by that
-he doesn’t kiss you til you two are alone
-and its so fucking sweet and personal he puts his forehead on yours and tells you you’re the most beautiful person hes ever seen
-he is literally so in love w you
-ew
-i love him.
nishinoya yü
-ok he’s so loud
-literally the second he gets a gf everyone knows
-he shows the team pictures of you literally anytime one of them will look
-he luvs u
-he is your BIGGEST fan no doubt
-you make a nice meal? he wants to post about it
-you have a nice outfit? he will put it on his story
-you breathe? expect an “omg baby im so proud of u”
-so when you show up, he reacts the way you expect him to
-so like obviously this man isnt checking his phone during practice
-but he puts his phone on dnd and has you as his only favorite contact
-so you can text him if its an emergency during practice
-you know that, he knows it, the team knows it
-he gets the little ping!
-and he’s out the game
-no one is recovering the ball #peaceout
-he jogs over to check because you never text his number during practice bc you respect his passion for volleyball
-the text just says “come outside:))”
-he’s like wtf?? but bitch gonna do what u say😐
-he sees you and he just yells “holy shit” so loud dude
-daichi goes to call him on his language but steps outside and sees the short libero hugging the person they’d all seen in the photos, he just goes quiet
-nishinoya will not shut up as he hugs you
-he’s literally just hyping you up and asking you literally every single detail about how you’re there, where you’re staying, when you’re leaving, how your flight was, everything
-you just kiss his forehead :)
-literally only good vibes
-you guys have such a good trip bruh
-after you leave he literally just cries while looking at pics of you two together
-^ he took so many pics and vids of you pls
tsukishima kei
-unlike the others, you wouldn’t meet him at practice
-you don’t really know his team, nor does he tell you about them outside of mostly complaining
-you do know tadashi, but like you’ve only talked to him in a gc all three of you are in and never like alone
-you did not tell him you were coming because you’re 100% convinced he would’ve accidentally told tsuki even though he can keep his own shit secret lol
-you just show up at his door when you know he’s home
-and he’s texting you as you’re there and he had actually had a moderately rough day so you told him you were gonna order him food from his favorite restaurant
-which, technically wasn’t a lie you just had to make an extra stop
-you knock on his door (once you’ve prepared yourself because you honestly have no idea how he’s going to react)
-and he opens it ready to give a half hearted thank you to some delivery guy
-but instead his s/o
-he just stares at you
-he looks like a fish
-after like fifteen seconds you decide to try to break the ice bc you are nervous
-”delivery here for uh one…” you pretend to look at the paper, you’re doin a whole skit here “one dumb bitch. are you dumb bitch?”
-he just rolls his eyes and shoves your head
-he walks back but he leaves the door open
-”take your shoes off”
-he’s not even looking at you smh but you smile so fucking wide bc that’s the kind of reaction you were honestly hoping for
-(what you don’t know is he will literally break his whole hard exterior act if he looks at you right now and he is not ready for that)
-you put the food on the table and move to stand next to him
-and after a bit he finally looks at you
-and you look at him
-and you smile
-and he does too,, kind of
-(which is so fucking cute,)
-and you just keep starin at him and bite your lip to keep from grinning
-and after a couple minutes you clear your throat
-”can i hug you?”
-bro he’s so fucking whipped he doesnt even answer he just wraps his arms around you and puts his head on top of yours
-and he mumbles a thank you and its so fucking SWEET
-he does open up more the longer you’re there and u have a very good trip mwah in luv
#haikyuu!!#haiyku!!#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#hinata x reader#hinata shoyo x reader#kageyama x reader#kageyama tobio#hinata shoyo#kageyama tobio x reader#oikawa#oikawa x reader#oikawa tooru x reader#sugawara x reader#sugawara hcs#hinata hcs#oikawa hcs#kageyama hcs#sugawara koushi#nishinoya#hq nishinoya#nishinoya x reader#nishinoya hcs#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima kei#tsukishima hcs
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Phantom Children Ch. 8
What's this? An update! Massive thanks to my betas for helping me get through this chapter <3
In Which: A few answers are given to the family and Danny is rudely awoken
[Side note: If you wanna know the general ages of the batfam, its listed in the AO3 version. I also talk about katanas in the end notes ^-^]
AO3 | Prologue | 7 | [ 8 ] | 9 DAMIAN INFORMED TODD—and Drake when he arrived on his bike sometime later on—that the boy whose face is plastered across the monitor was neither a picture of himself nor of Father.
Drake took one glance at the monitor and sighed, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose. “Just when I thought this day was getting better.”
“What, did that café on 5th finally let customers supersize their drink?”
“God that would be the dream, wouldn’t it?” Drake sighed wistfully. “Nah, but I did get a lead on where some of that stolen Cadmus tech might’ve ended up. I was gonna spend the night following up on it, but I guess we have to deal with,” he gestured to the monitor, “whatever this is.”
Todd leaned against the edge of the computer, arms crossed over the red bat insignia on his chest. “What are we dealing with this time, brat? A clone? An alternate universe counterpart? Magic shenanigans?”
Maybe. Perhaps. All of those were perfectly valid conclusions for the enigma that was Daniel James Fenton. (Why Fenton and not al Ghul? Or even Wayne?)
Damian, too, was a genetic experiment; a ‘test tube baby’ as Drake put it at times. Damian was born for greatness, created to be perfect. The perfect soldier. The perfect assassin. The perfect heir. Was this boy—Daniel—like him as well?
A failed one, then. Perhaps the precursor to Damian’s own existence. But that would not explain why the boy was allowed to exist for so long. His grandfather demanded perfection, especially from those of his own blood. If the boy was a failure, he would have been eliminated immediately, not sent to live with some eccentric scientists in the Midwest.
Damian was not naïve enough to think that his mother and grandfather did not keep secrets from him. On the contrary, he expected it. The League of Shadows dealt in secrets as often as it did in death. Certain information was worth its weight in gold, whether it was given or buried away.
But he could not help the sharp pang in his chest. A lightning strike, quick and electrifying at the notion that they kept secrets about their family from him.
His father’s face flashed in his mind. The shock turned into a slow, dawning horror. That flicker of light, of recognition, as he scrutinized the contents of the flash drive and cross-referenced it with a public database.
And grief.
Damian recognized the grief.
Alfred, too, nearly dropped his tray of fresh-baked cookies when he stepped in front of the monitor. His usual unflappable demeanor was momentarily broken at his father’s whispered “Sixteen years. Alfred— he’s sixteen years old.”
His father knew of the boy. He was allowed to know of Daniel when he was not allowed to know about Damian.
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Grayson returned to the cave with a distinct lack of energy in his step. His mask dangled off the tips of his fingers, chin angled downwards and covered largely by his hand. For a split second, their eyes met. Grayson shifted his gaze away, scratching the back of his neck. Father told him, then. Damian wondered how much Father revealed to his favorite son.
Damian clucked his tongue and buried himself deeper into the chair, arms crossed and pointedly looking away. If it was not for his accursed ankle, he’d have headed out to the training ring to take his frustrations out on the dummies.
“Oh, thank god you’re here, Dickface. Damian’s completely out of it.”
Damian shot him a look. “Shut up, Todd.”
“Leave him alone, Jay. Is Tim back yet?”
Drake emerged from the changing room in a dark green shirt, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. He took one long sip before exhaling. “Yeah, I’m here.”
“O-kay…” He pressed his hands together, mouth thinned into a grim line. “Uh, hey Tim, glad to see you back safe. Bruce is coming down soon to explain some things.” He let out a deep sigh, carding a hand through his hair. “This kind of thing would probably be better with the girls around, but I—god, I don’t know.”
Todd raised an eyebrow. “Don’t know whether to call Steph and Cass in Hong Kong, or don’t know what’s going on?”
“Yes.”
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When Father arrived, Pennyworth following dutifully behind him, it was with an aching slowness in his gait. His steps measured and precise, preternaturally quiet as he made his way to stand by Damian’s chair. Damian sat up straighter, shoulders squared and back an inch away from the backrest. The rest, even Todd, stood at attention; an ingrained habit among Robins and an amusing instinct even among the senior heroes of the Justice League when it came to facing the Batman.
His father kept a steady hand on Damian’s shoulder, and Damian, shamefully, leaned into the touch; his head inclined towards his father’s hand so much so that he could feel the ends of his hair being pushed up slightly as he brushed against his father’s forearm.
He spoke with his usual monotone, as if he was heading a Justice League meeting as opposed to unveiling the secrets surrounding that boy. He brought forward the few photos they obtained from the flash drive. “A few weeks ago, we were alerted of suspicious movement from the League of Shadows in Amity Park, Illinois. Their objectives are, as of now, unclear, though it appears to be tied to the death of Amity Park resident, Daniel Fenton.”
One photo was a standard ID picture people get for their driver’s license, the lighting deliberately horrible so that any attempt to look decent would always end in failure. Another photo was a little better; a candid scene of him chatting with two others his age, a Caucasian girl in gothic-style clothes and an African-American holding a sleek, but still very outdated PDA. His blue eyes crinkled at the corners, hand reaching up to his face to stifle a laugh. There were other photos like this, some candid, others posed. At the forefront of each, a boy that looked too much like his father, too much like Damian.
His father glanced at the photos. He shut his eyes and when he opened them again, he fixed them on some distant stalactite in the Cave. “Around six months ago, Daniel was pronounced dead in a vehicular accident. A body was present, but according to police reports, he was identified via his driver’s license as opposed to any kind of DNA profiling.” He leaned over Damian’s chair to pull up a profile of Masters. “Our source—Vladimir Masters, mayor of Amity and a friend of the Fenton family—indicated his belief that Daniel is actually alive. I am inclined to agree.”
“He’s your son, isn’t he,” Drake said, more of a statement than a question.
Father gave a curt nod. “I cannot say for certain until I can perform a DNA test, but I highly suspect that to be the case.”
“First the demon spawn, now this. Great.” Todd made a hand motion towards the screen. “You know, Bruce, not knowing you have a kid once might be a coincidence, but twice? How do you do that?”
“As of three hours ago, I was still under the impression that my son never made it to term.”
“What?”
“Over sixteen years ago I was involved in a mission that put Ra’s and I on the same side. During that time, Talia and I entered a relationship that resulted in a pregnancy. Though initially ecstatic, she eventually led me to believe she miscarried the child and pushed me away. For what ends, I do not know, but trust me Jason, if I knew—” He paused, the hand that was not on Damian’s shoulder curled into a tight fist.
Father pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why she hid it from me then doesn’t matter. Why Talia wants him back now is important. Judging from Daniel’s records, he was adopted into the Fenton family as an infant and has since lived a seemingly normal life as a civilian. His adoptive parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, are brilliant scientists and engineers focused on the field of paranormal studies. Eccentricities aside, they have zero connections to the League of Assassins or any other concerning parties.”
“So why now?” Dick asked, shifting his concerned gaze from Bruce to the static picture of Danny’s tired smile. “Why, after all this time, decide that now would be the best time to recover him?”
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Danny’s experienced plenty of rude awakenings before, but waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to avoid his kidnapper-slash-assassin-slash-biological-mom launching a surprise attack takes the fucking cake. He can’t believe he’s saying this, but thank god for all those late night ghost attacks that conditioned him to be a light sleeper. And, of course, the League’s insistence that everyone be in optimal condition regardless of how little sleep you actually got.
Danny kicked Talia off of him, ripping his blanket away before scrambling to his feet. Seriously, if the universe decided to spontaneously give him powers again, he’d really like an upgrade to his ghost senses, please and thank you. Something that works on humans and not just ghosts. Like spidey-senses. He’d really, really like some spidey-senses.
“Your reaction times have improved considerably,” Talia said.
He eyed the katana sheathed beside his bedroll. “Thanks. Who could have guessed that constantly challenging someone to a spar in the unholy hours of morning would make them paranoid to sleep too much? Really, how am I supposed to grow taller at this rate? ” If he could just get it--
She smiled, taking a step forward. “Prepare yourself.”
“Heh.” Danny stepped further away from Talia, keeping his back to the mouth of the cave. One hand stretched in front of him and the other, coated in a green light, was kept hidden behind his back. “Am I actually gonna get some answers today?”
“Let us make it interesting. Last 10 minutes against me and I shall tell you more about your brother.” Talia twirled her blade. “If you happen to draw blood, you may ask any one thing of me.”
“Anything?”
“Within reason.”
His face caught between a grimace and a smile. He’d rather be sleeping right now, but if he had to be awake, then he’d better make the most of it. “Deal.”
Talia’s smile dropped. She veered her body to the right, barely dodging the streak of bright green that whizzed from behind her. The ectoplasmic energy that surrounded the katana bled away as the handle connected with Danny’s outstretched hand.
She quickly glanced back at Danny’s bedding. Beside it lay an empty sheath. “You have telekinesis?”
He shrugged. “It comes and goes.” Yeah, no way was Danny gonna admit that seven-out-of-ten-times he forgot that he had telekinesis. Besides, that shit was hard to do when he wasn’t Phantom.
“A surprise attack from behind is a sound strategy, Daniel. Though it’ll take a lot more than that to harm me.”
Danny pointed to the side of his cheek. “Are you sure about that?”
Talia frowned. She reached up to her face. Her fingers brushed against her cheek and came away with a thin streak of blood.
Danny grinned, pointing his blade at his opponent. “First blood goes to me.”
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Fact: most fights don’t last long. An average street fight could last anywhere between 25 to 40 seconds, and sword fights rarely last over a minute. Like Talia said, the goal of a fight was to end it with as few injuries to oneself as possible. Humans, even the most skilled ones, can rarely last long in a fight. Prolonged combat is suicide; it makes you tired, makes your muscles heavy. It’s nothing like what Hollywood would have you believe.
Even with Danny’s own enhanced stamina and Talia holding back, he couldn’t last a full ten-minute spar. If Talia didn’t finish him within twenty-five seconds, then he’d fall by his own human limitations.
But the goal wasn’t to spar continuously for ten minutes.
He only had to last that long.
Danny sprinted out of the cave. The sun barely peeked out of the horizon, a thin line of deep orange breaking apart the wide expanse of blue-black sky above. He couldn’t see shit; great news since that meant there’s a good chance Talia couldn’t either, but that doesn’t fix the fact that he can’t see.
Nearly stumbling on the ice, Danny veered to the left. The edges of the lake stopped at towering rocks twice Danny’s height, leaving little room for cover. Though if he remembered correctly, there should be a few crevices here and there to hide in.
“You’ll have to be faster than that, Daniel.”
Shit—
Danny stopped. He brought his sword up to parry Talia’s strike and twisted away, putting distance between them.
Well, so much for just avoiding her for 10 minutes.
He adjusted his grip, keeping his sword steady and eyes trained on Talia as they circled each other. Danny lunged with an overhead strike. Talia used one hand to block the downswing by gripping his wrists. She thrust her sword forward, the tip harshly poking Danny’s abdomen.
“Less than three minutes.” Talia let his wrist go, Danny’s arms slumping to his sides.
He sighed as he sheathed his sword. “Damn, I thought I’d last longer than that.”
“You made a good effort,” Talia assured him. “Putting as much distance between us at the beginning was a good strategy. You recognized the win conditions immediately and attempted a battle of attrition.” She placed a hand on his shoulder. “I am very proud of you habibi, especially as you managed to draw first blood.”
A warmth grew in Danny’s stomach at the words, heating his cheeks. Sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head. “I wasn’t entirely sure that would work, honestly.”
“It was clever; half a second later and you might have even killed me. You are an al Ghul through and through” She brushed his hair out of his face. “What would you like as your prize, then?”
Danny’s heart clenched. He frowned, dropping his arm to his side. If I was such an al Ghul, then why didn’t you keep me? The question lodged itself in his throat, stifling his thoughts. It was something he’d been wondering for a while, actually, in the moments of solitude he had at the compound. Talia, during their training, would always remark at his potential. How talented he was, how adaptable he was, how much greater he would have been if he had been trained at a younger age.
Well then, why wasn’t he? Why did she give him up?
But each time he tried to ask, his tongue would turn to lead and the moment would pass, the question still left unsaid and simmering at the back of his mind. A Pandora’s Box that held none of the world’s evil but all of Danny’s possible shortcomings.
He could ask the question now.
He could.
He didn’t.
“Why did you take me?”
Talia tilted her head. “It is because you’re my son.”
“No. Not that. It has to be something more than that. You had sixteen years to come back for me—or, hell, you could have just never left me.” His breath hitched, fingers mussing his hair and hiding his eyes. “Why else did you take me?”
“It is true that there was more than one reason why we decided to retrieve you from Amity Park. One of which is because you are my son and an heir of the Demon’s Head.” Talia stilled. The dark skies of dawn made it impossible for him to read her. “The second reason was to protect you.”
“You kidnapped me…to protect me?”
“Knowledge of the ghosts of Amity have spread through the more insidious parts of the world. There are many out there who would pay exorbitant fees to study one of you or to use you.”
Use him? What did she mean by—
Oh.
Ghosts—Amity Park’s brand of ghosts—were a new element that the world had to contend with. Amity Park might have a crime rate of zero but that wasn’t the case everywhere else. Theft, assault, murder; the world was rampant with crimes and criminals clawing their way to the very top. Having ghosts, even ones with the most basic powerset, would be a huge advantage.
“There’s no way that would work,” Danny insisted. “Most ghosts just want to be left alone, and the ones that want to wreak havoc would never work with humans. The only reason they even work with halfas like me at times is because they still consider us as ghosts.”
“If my sources are to be believed, ghosts might not even get a choice.”
Danny’s blood curdled in his veins.
No.
Someone’s found a way to control ghosts.
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colored by you
pairing: mingyu x reader, vernon x reader
genre: soulmate!au, angst, fluff, smut, comedy (at some points)
warnings: mentions of alcholol and weed, language, unprotected sex
summary: eventually, we fall in love with people who the universe destined us to. but there are complications sometimes.
word count: 11k (i refuse to comment)
a/n: tell me what you think even if you found it bad 🤧🤧 i’m in NEED of feedback,, stay safe during the pandemic and feel free to talk to me!! i’m sorta back 🤠🤠
“I'd prefer if you showed more enthusiasm about it. Success is never an accident,” your mother reads you a lesson, a reproach can be heard in her voice. Your sigh, wishing this conversation to be over so you’ll finally be able to hang up your phone.
“Some people aren't built happy, or cheerful, or forever excited, you know,” you mumble. “I'm satisfied with my academical success – but maybe it isn't a thing I want to achieve now. I don't know.”
“Of course, people aren't built happy – that’s why the Universe made a soulmate for each of us. To make us happy. That's how it works.”
“Uh-huh.”
“One day you’ll understand,” your mother continues. “And you will be happier, happier than ever. Your time will come.”
You won't understand.
The Universe made a soulmate for each of us. The Universe made sure we’ll be aware who is the one, the one, as your mother says, who’ll make you happier and complete, too. It's pretty simple. First words addressing you that you would hear from your soulmate get imprinted on the skin of your ribcage. Close to your heart.
The mechanism of The Universe is perfect. But, sometimes, even perfect-made things get broken.
You won't understand because you already have words tattooed on your skin.
“I guess, we can say love is an accident, isn't it?” you say. “Anyway, I gotta go, mom. I'll call you tomorrow?”
“Sure. Take care of yourself. And don't stay up late.”
“We both know I'm gonna stay up late,” you smile. “Bye!”
It happened in cold January, four months ago.
“Shrimp Pad Thai?” Chan asks you.
“Mm, yes,” you say, fluttering your eyelashes innocently. Chan gasps and raises his eyebrows in a fake disbelief, but you don't let him open his mouth to say something very sarcastic about you and your habits in eating. “I'm your customer, where are your manners? What if I leave?”
“Then you'll leave and won't have our Shrimp Pad Thai which you order five days a week,” he shrugs.
“I'm older than you – pay me respect!”
“I do? Always? Our very important customer who always eats the same,” he playfully sing-songs and you roll your eyes, trying your best not to give him a smile.
“Go and get us food already,” Momo says. “Both of you better not play on my nerves when I'm hungry.”
When the orders are made and Chan leaves to the kitchen, you get up from your seat.
“I'm going to wash my hands,” you announce, and your friend nods at it.
On your way to the restrooms you recognize a bunch of boys sitting at the window booth. Kim Mingyu, Wen Junhui and Jeon Wonwoo – all of them are in Soonyoung’s group of friends. Wonwoo smiles and waves his hand and you return the gesture. You nod at Junhui and Mingyu – who looks incredibly soft and cute in his light-gray hoodie with his rose cheeks – seems that the ramen he is eating is too spicy for him. He gives you a little “hey”, smiling at you, and you immediately feel how your own cheeks turn blushy. To prevent your embarrassment in front of them, you try to speed up, but, suddenly, collide with someone.
“Uh, I can feel my chilli sauce dripping.”
You look up at the source of the voice, Chwe Hansol, the new Soonyoung’s roommate you heard a lot about (and you’re aware that Soonyoung not just can’t stop telling embarrassing stories about you to his roommate, but also shows him your pictures, because yes, in Soonyoung’s words, it’s a crime if you don’t put on display your best friend and your wonderful, a movie-worthy, friendship) and, apparently, there is no bottle of chilli sauce in his hands. A smug smile is playing on his lips and his chocolate eyes are glistening with a mischief.
“Nice try,” you don't hide a hint of a wipe in your voice as you start moving towards the restrooms – you swear a trip to them never took that long.
You catch Hansol's gaze on you on the way back to your and Momo’s booth and you have nothing to do but narrow your eyes at him, making him smile even wider.
“He's cute, though. The Hansol guy I mean,” Momo concludes after you finished your dinner. “But no shit they're loud.”
You cast an eye at their boost. Mingyu is the loudest and the most talkative among them – but, somehow, looking at him telling something, wildly gesticulating, makes your heart melt a little.
Stupid, you think, it's almost close to feeling happy.
You spot the tattoo when you go to take a shower that night.
Your heart sinks at the sight of the words.
“Uh, I can feel my chilli sauce dripping.”
You don't tell anyone.
“I can take it as an offend, you know,” Soonyoung whines. “You've been turning down my home party offers for more than a month!”
“Um, you haven’t had any,” you say.
It’s true – you try your best to avoid Hansol, and it works even despite the fact he lives with your best friend (sometimes you’re wondering how Soonyoung and Hansol, the pair of complete opposites, rub along okay together, but maybe opposites indeed attract?). You’re not fond of the idea you reduced all your social interactions, but at least you do your huge amount of homework in time – that’s why Soonyoung once called you a homework-doing machine.
Yes, that’s lame.
“It’s because you didn’t come!”
You’re clearly under pressure. You can crack under it a little bit.
Just a little bit.
“Because I-” you forget what you want to say to explain yourself. Or, rather, to fudge up an excuse to trick Soonyoung and keep staying from Hansol as long as possible. “It’s complicated. Besides, your roommate sticks at home for days on end, and if I want to spend time with you I want us to be alone,” you point at him with your pen.
His eyes are getting wider and wider with each millisecond and finally he gasps,
“Are you in love with me?!”
Well.
“What if I am?” you challenge. At the end of the day, that’s the words of the woman who has nothing to lose.
“I-” it’s Soonyoung, who is under pressure right now. “I love you, you know it-”
“But, there’s always a but,” you sigh in a fake manner. “I understand. Maybe I haven’t yearned it yet,” you place your hand over his, and his eyes are glued to your hands. “But, Soonyoung, I want to hear ‘horanghae’ from you someday. Will my dream come true?”
He lifts up his eyes to you. Soonyoung’s known you for over a decade and he clearly can say you’re on the verge of bursting into a hearty laugh despite your dying attempts to keep your face straight. He snaps his hand away and stands up.
“Yah! You betrayed me!” he points a finger at you. “Yah!” he continues in a voice that is a few octaves higher than his usual. “You are gonna pay for your betrayal!”
“Sure thing,” you manage to say through your laugh. You’re well aware that almost all eyes in the campus cafeteria are on you, but it was quite common when the two of you were together. “I’ll see you in court, horangi.”
You wish you were in court.
Instead, you’re in Soonyoung and Hansol’s kitchen, mixing the sickest possible cocktail ever – and you’re not proud of yourself.
“Why it looks like wiper fluid but tastes like lab alcohol?” Seungkwan asks, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Your mirror his expression.
“Um, the creator would like to take to his own grave the secret receipt of this… shit,” you say.
By the creator you mean Soonyoung. You’re on duty tonight – it’s Hansol and Seokmin’s double birthday party and you’re in charge of everything – your best friend had no mercy for the cafeteria joke.
“Don’t tell me the upcoming birthday cakes have the same creator,” the boy says, patting his blond locks back into place. You assume he was dancing, or, more likely, slamming in the living room, while you hide in the kitchen, still avoiding Seokmin co-star of this night, Hansol.
“Nah, I ordered them in the bakery. Customized ones!”
“You should’ve asked me to bake the cakes,” the third person enters the room, and your heart skips a bit. Mingyu walks towards you and Seungkwan and leans on the counter, still having his eyes on you. “I need to improve my baking skills.”
You feel how your cheeks flushing up. Shit, you curse in your head, he just made an appearance and you’re already turning into mush.
“Next time maybe?” you ask, your voice is much more gentle than usual. “Whose birthday is next?”
“Mine,” smiles Mingyu. “But I don’t want to hold a party this year – wanna share a dinner tete-a-tete with someone.”
“Such a great plan! Except for one thing – you don’t have ‘someone’,” Seungkwan rolls his eyes.
“I’ll find one,” Mingyu’s words are steady but his movements are not. His right elbow slips off the counter, and the boy hisses. “I’m already working on this.”
“Sure thing, tiger,” you smile despite feeling that something is scratching your guts in your belly – disappointment? jealousy? sadness? Maybe all of them and maybe none.
You have a soulmate for fuck’s sake and it’s not Mingyu.
“Whatever,” Seungkwan mutters. “I’m going back to the party and I strongly recommend you to stop hiding here,” he says, looking you right in the eyes. “He won’t bite you, you know?”
“What are you talking about?!” you exclaim, but Seungkwan only shrugs.
“Have no idea.”
You want to follow him, take him by the shoulders and ask about everything he knows about – did Hansol tell him about you? Seems so. Has he, Seungkwan, launched the making of the two of you a couple campaign? If yes, you’re doomed.
Mingyu stops you from storming out of the kitchen – you’re back to the reality with his warm hand wrapped around your wrist and you turn to him in surprise, your cheeks already flushed.
“Yes?” you manage to mumble.
“Who are you hiding from?” he asks, and you almost hear concern in his voice. Or maybe you imagine it all.
“Um- no one? He’s being delusional like always, you know?”
“You sure?’ his hand is getting lower, and unexpectedly you find your fingers intertwining with his. Mingyu’s hand is much larger and warmer than yours, his hold isn’t tight, but it magically makes you forget about the whole the soulmate and his wingman thing.
It makes you forget about everything except for this particular moment – Mingyu’s dark eyes on you, your hand in his and the echo of the music playing in the living room. His bronze skin’s glowing in the dim kitchen light (one of the bulbs is dead and neither Soonyoung or Hansol wants to do something about it), his face is innocent and the only thing you can think about – your uncontrollable desire to kiss off two worry lines between his perfect eyebrows.
You don’t even notice that you’re holding your breath, too afraid to interrupt the moment.
“I’m sure,” you whisper and he nods. Mingyu probably can hear the beating of your racing heart, and you don’t mind at all – you would eagerly tell him how he makes you feel if he wants to know.
He leans closer to you, his breath is tickling the soft skin of your cheek and you hear him ask,
“May I?”
But before you can nod, Seokmin’s piercing voice, like a bolt out of the blue, is calling your name,
“Soonyoung’s trying to kiss me!”
He is louder than any bomb, you think, and that’s enough to take you out of the trance. You slowly turn to him, letting go of Mingyu’s hold on your wrist.
“It’s his way to wish you a happy birthday,” you negotiate, but Seokmin’s gaze is wandering between your and Mingyu’s bodies. His hand follows his eyes, gesturing at the two of you.
“Are you-”
“No, no, no,” you cut him off.
“Man, you need me to get the thing squared away?” Mingyu sounds irritated. You turn your head to steal a look of him. You never saw him like that – at least, not with his friends. Even when his team was defeated at the bowling a month or so ago he seemed worn out, but no hint of irritation on his face – just an exhausted smile combined with a self-mockery behavior. That night you almost regretted saying your wrist was injured so you spent the whole game sipping bubble teas instead of helping your team from sinking to the bottom.
(Jeonghan didn’t buy that spectacular performance, by the way)
“I came to complain?” he looks at you, the eyes so innocent, calling for help, so you smile in response – it’s always like this with Seokmin – the boy can melt even stone hearts.
“Let me check on him,” you say to Seokmin, and he eagerly nods. You pat on Mingyu’s right forearm, your fingers stay on his hard bicep for a little too long, and it makes you lick your lips. “And if he needs to get into bed, I expect some help from you, Mingyu.”
His face softens, and he chuckles, closing his eyes for a second.
“Let’s get it then.”
“I ain’t leaving till I help you with this,” Mingyu says, referring to the apartment that looks like a battlefield (of beer pong). “You already look tired.”
“I’m tired,” you admit. “But you have classes like in…” you check your watch. “…four hours.”
“I’ll sit in the back of the classroom,” seeing the question in your eyes, he adds. “I’ll catch some sleep, don’t worry.”
“Sounds stupid, but I guess nothing would change your mind,” you give up, and a proud smile appears on his face. “The living room is yours then,” you give him an evil smile, your hand lands on his firm chest, patting it twice. “Have fun!”
When you step into the kitchen, a sigh of disappointment leaves your lips, despite your vain attempt to suppress it.
Hansol sits in the white plastic chair, mindlessly scrolling through whichever app is it’s feed. He looks up at you, but he next second his eyes are back on the screen.
Your body feels stiff, like you’re made of wood, but you force yourself to approach the counter. The desire to disappear is so strong that you find yourself not breathing at all – like if you make less noises, the more Hansol is unaware you’re in the same room with him.
You grab a handful of orange peels to throw in the trash can under the sink when you hear Hansol voice, “Why didn’t you throw out all of them?” You turn to the boy, cheeks already red, and anger is bubbling in your stomach. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he lets a hoarse laugh.
“I’m joking, jeez. No need to sulk.”
You don’t return his smile, instead turning away from him to take the leftovers, and say,
“It couldn’t fit in my hand.”
He coos at your words, and you feel stupid.
“Soonyoung was right. You’re an absolute doll.”
“Not impressed,” you roll your eyes, but you feel no confidence in your voice. You face Hansol again, a mischievous glint in his big eyes can be spotted even from across the kitchen. “Your eyes are red,” you notice. “Are you stoned?”
“Maybe so,” he yawns, stretching out in the chair that is about to crack under his weight at any minute. “I don’t mind you tucking me in, though. You seem to be a pro.”
“Well, don’t overdo it,” you say. “The scientists say weed makes people stupid.”
“And affects their memory,” he adds. “But it makes me copy.”
“With what?”
Hansol shrugs and his gaze falls to his knees. He radiates hesitation, and you gulp the pulse in your throat, afraid to hear the truth.
“With me being avoided by my own soulmate like I’m sorta of a plague? Sorta.”
A wave of pure heat that feels like a fever, a bad fever, runs through your body. The whole soulmate thing was supposed to be a blessing, but it feels like a curse. Without thinking, you pathetically mumble,
“I thought you don’t care.”
You really did. For the last few weeks you’ve been living in the bubble made of your own sorrows, disappointments, and self-pity, and the thought of what Hansol feels and thinks about it never crossed your mind.
“Whatever,” he says. “I got your point.”
Hansol doesn’t wait for the unspoken words that are stuck in the back of your throat, ringing in your ears over and over as you watch him leaving the kitchen. He stops at the doorframe with his hand in his dark locks – it’s so odd to see him not wearing a beanie – and slowly turns to you.
“Leave this shit to Soonyoung,” he says.
“Okay,” you mutter.
He calls your name, shooting the arrow of guilt right into your heart.
“Goodnight.”
“Night.”
When Mingyu returns to ask where he can find another bag for trash, you cling to the boy’s chest, and skipping all the questions on the tip of his tongue, Mingyu clasps his arms around you. His chin is snuggling upon your head and you feel pressure inside of the bubble reducing a little.
But a tremendous guilt envelops you with each minute.
Momo stares at your figure as you sit across her – your hair cascading down onto your hunched shoulders, your face is covered with your hands, and the girl only huffs.
“Should I expect some fake sobs?”
You spare a fiery glance at her, but she just waves you off in dismisal. Momo doesn’t even trying to hide her irritation with you – the first thing she asked you after you finally had decided to spill the whole situation to her was ‘Could you have taken any longer to tell me?” and you can’t blame her.
“Yah, leave these tricks for your future sweetheart Sollie. I’m not buying it.”
“He is not my future sweetheart,” you argue. “It doesn’t work!”
“Because you never gave it a chance,” she isn’t convinced, and her stern tone makes you consider the words more carefully.
“He hates me now!”
“First, you deserved it. No offense. Second, he seems like a crackhead, such people don’t hate other people, they just don’t care about them.”
“Don’t talk about him like that!” you exclaim, and her face breaks into a triumphant smile. “What?”
“Look at you, already defending your soulmate,” she says in a saccharine voice. “Ask him out and fall in love. Choose life. Choose a loveseat coach.”
“Isn’t it from Trainspotting movie?” you question, narrowing your eyes.
“And what about it?” she huffs once again. “It doesn’t make me wrong. It always starts with a crush. Just let it happen.”
A crush, huh? A crush that makes your heart beats harder; that sends you floating in your daydreams; that makes you the happiest person in the whole universe, but at the same time has the power to make you sadder than the most distant and loneliest star from the Sun?
Just like the one you have on Mingyu?
Momo still doesn’t know how you feel about the tall, black-haired boy, and you aren’t ready to tell her the truth. Partly because you want to protect this thing from the outer world, make it special, make it a secret that can be kept by the two only, and, partly because you’ll face the wall of misunderstanding. You could fool around with the boys before, but now you’re certain with the one who is destined for you. And you can’t – you shouldn’t – seek for another lover. It’s wrong.
The ability to make all your problems yourself will never fail to amaze you.
“Fine,” you say through gritted teeth. “If you’re so smart.”
“I could’ve been your mother, though. You should follow my every word.”
“Momo, we literally were born in the same decade,” you sigh, but the girl has no intention to follow any of your words.
[mingyyuu 17:13] it’s so cold today!! stay inside 🖤
[you 17:14] too late :// plans!!
[mingyyuu 17:16] any plans for tomorrow?
[you 17:16] not yet
[mingyyuu 17:17] now you have some!
The boy continues to type, but you have to put the phone in the back pocket of your jeans – you’re awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to the other at the doorstep, not able to say anything – even a small ‘hello’.
“Soonyoung’s at the dance practice,” Hansol breaks the silence.
“I know his schedule better than he does,” you can’t help but roll your eyes. “I came for your soul.”
Hansol raises his brows, his eyes never leave yours as he steps aside to let you in. The boy helps you with your jacket, and you mutter a small ‘thank you’, hoping he’ll take the initiative, even despite the fact it’s you who came to talk.
“How are you doin’?” maybe it’s a soulmate thing to read each other’s mind? You look at Hansol and you have a feeling that you’ll never be able to go through the guard around him and straight to his head. His expression is neutral, and you admit that he doesn’t even need to try look beautiful.
“Nothing much,” you response. “What ‘bout you?”
“Okay. Wanna drink something?”
“A pepsi please?”
“We only have a few cans of coke, do you wanna?”
You already feel strange of that crazy amount of questions for the beginning – the situation becomes more and more awkward that you’re able to feel the pressure of the air in the room. Your temples pulse a little, threating a headache.
“Nah, I’m fine then,” you say, taking a deep breath. “I came here to say I’m sorry and-”
“And?”
“Do you think we should be together?”
“It how it works,” he lets out a dry laugh. Hansol looks down to your face, his hand reaches out to stroke your shoulder. “Hey, you okay?”
The grip on your temples is too tight to bear, and you let out a heavy pant.
“My head hurts,” you explain, squeezing your eyes shut – the light is too bright.
“You need to lie down,” Hansol says. “It’s probably because the temperature difference between inside and outside. I’ll bring painkillers to Soonyoung’s bedroom.”
You nod, heading off to the bedroom. What a great wat to talk - show up at someone’s doorstep just to say you have a headache. Great. Not bothering yourself with discarding your clothes, you collapse stomach-down onto the bed without removing the cover, your face is buried in the soft material.
“Shit, you’ll suffocate if you stay like this,” Hansol’s deep voice wafts on your ears. You slowly lean on your elbows to steal a glance at him. After placing the glass of water and the blister of painkillers at the night stand, he gets down on his haunches, his eyes at the same level as yours. You stay like this for some time, not saying a word, mesmerized by his face.
“What did you do before I came?” you ask out of sudden. Hansol seems to be taken aback with your question.
“Tried to make some music,” he gawks, blinking at you.
“Really?” you ask in a low voice.
“Mostly checked the mic with some ‘yeah’s’ and ‘yo’s’”, he admits, an amusing laugh escapes his mouth. “I’ll try to do something while you’re resting, good?”
You nod you head and smile at him. He gently squeezes your shoulder and stands up. Before he disappears out of the bedroom, you say,
“Do you have any siblings?”
He turns to you, leaning back against the wall.
“Yeah. I have a little sister. You?”
You shake your head no and he nods.
“But it was easy to guess you’re not the only child, though,” it’s difficult to see his face in the darkness, but your eyes never leave him.
“How so?”
“You offer a compromise when it's unnecessarily,” you sniggle. “A man of settled habits.”
You see his wide smile in the dark.
You force your eyes open and sit up in the bed, your hair disheveled and slightly damp at the back of your neck. Headache has gone, at least for now, but your throat feels dry. When you come to the kitchen, you see the note in Hansol’s infamous unsteady handwriting left on the counter:
you can find pepsi in the fridge!
You smile at the gesture and inside you sense warmth.
You knock at Hansol’s bedroom door twice and after the boy calls out for your entry, you slip through the door.
Hansol sits at the table, bobbing his head in time with the song that hums from the speakers. His eyes are glued to his laptop, the headphones rest above his ears.
“Does the work go smoothly?” you ask, sitting at the corner of his bed. He turns to face you; a soft smile is playing on his lips.
“Yeah, it’s okay. There are many things that I think I’m lacking in, but I work on them,” he says in a serious tone. “But I’ve finally finished the song that had been haunting me for weeks.”
“Oh, that’s great!” you beam at him.
“Your snoring from the next room inspired me,” he places his hand over his heart. “I’ll be forever grateful for that.”
You lightly kick his calf, and the boy laughs. Rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes, he draws his attention back to you.
“Feel better?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you answer. Nodding, Hansol notices your gaze focusing on the screen of his laptop. There’re the unknown for you tools placed on his table, except for the microphone, of course, and you’re wondering what kind of music he’s into.
“Wanna hear it?” he asks, once again showing his amazing ability to read your mind.
“Yes!” you hearty nod. “Want my headache to be back.”
Hansol rolls his eyes, muttering a small ‘sure’ under his breath, and places the mouse cursor over the play button. The speakers are small, but even despite it you sense the music vibrate through your body. The beat is harsh, his voice is piercing, and it feels like the most Hansol’s thing he could’ve ever done, but at the same time you’ve got an inkling that the tune and the lyrics were created by his mysterious twin.
“You really made this?” your eyes are wide and your hand clutches hold of his wrist.
“Yeah,” he hums nervously, bringing his free hand to rub at the back of his head.
“It’s good! I can’t believe you haven’t signed a ten-million dollars contract yet!”
“You heard just one song,” he smiles in a protest. “Thanks anyway.”
“I’m right, though,” you say, your hand leaving his as you smile at him. “You should be a star! I can’t say what I liked about it ‘cause I don’t know anything about music, but the whole thing is perfect!”
He looks up to you, your cheeks flushed with passion and your eyes glisten as candles burn bright, and it brings a proud smile on his lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he blurts.
“You’re beautiful too,” your words are sincere, filled with pure appreciation you have for this melted chocolate eyed boy. The idea of you frightened of meeting him a few hours ago seems like a pure absurd right now – when the two of you sit that close to each other, you having a string of questions to ask him about his life, interests, hopes and dreams, and on your tongue the whole story of your life is tingling to be uttered at the same time.
“It was unexpected,” he chuckles. “Thanks again.”
“Thanks for the pepsi,” you return. “I thought you had only coke?”
“Um, I went to the convenience store across the street while you were asleep,” he says, his eyes are wandering on the wall. You can hardly take a breath.
“You shouldn’t have,” you say.
“It’s not a big deal,” he shrugs. Nodding, you slip off his bed and go toward the window. Leaning your forehead against the cool glass, you take a deep breath.
“Is Soonyoung still at the practice?” you ask, your voice is low.
“I guess,” Hansol perches at the windowsill. “I kinda lost track of time.”
You feel the heat his body radiates. Theoretically, you think, you find him somewhat sexy, really manly. His long scraggy neck, broad shoulders, a spectacular torso you can notice even under his oversized t-shirts, and athletic thighs. A month ago, your informant told you that Hansol barely shows up in the gym, and you wonder if the boy was gifted with capability of being perfect without even trying.
And still, he isn’t Mingyu, who makes you feel being in love.
You want to tell Mingyu the truth about your wrong destiny, your aching heart that can be healed with his smile only, and the feeling of your stomach filled with butterflies. You want him to hold your hand, pushing all the doubts and fears away, and make you his. His, despite the cruel joke The Universe played on you.
You think, you have a feeling, he would understand it, because he believes in strength of choice. Mingyu is in a constant state of moving forward, overcoming all obstacles he might face.
Would it be the first time when he stops?
You and Hansol both stay silent till the whole apartment echoes with Soonyoung’s ringing voice.
“Woah, I like the pictures!” Mingyu approves with a hum, adjusting something on his camera. “They’re perfect.”
“Because they’re pictures of me or because it’s you who took them?” you smile, a playful glint in your eyes as you nudge him.
“Let me think,” the boy stops in his tracks, his brows furrow in a fake manner, indicating he is absorbed in his thoughts. “Both.”
“Wow,” you play along, shaking your head and pressing your lips together. “Groundbreaking.”
He giggles and slides his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Wish I could tickle you right now, bit your jacket doesn’t give a chance.”
You shove off his hand and see a small pout forming on his plush lips.
“It’s my protection from pervs like you, Mingyu,” you smile innocently, casting sheeps eyes on him.
“Pervs don’t ask for a permission,” he opposes matter-of-factly. You raise your brows at him in question, and it doesn’t take long for him to explain. “Let me kiss you.”
You raise your head at Mingyu to see him smiling down at you with shining eyes, his cheeks are glowing from the frosty air.
“Go ahead,” you smile, and he leans down and kiss you. His lips are warm and sweet, and you never expect to feel care through a kiss as his mouth is covering yours. His hand cups your cheek while the other is placed tightly at the base of your neck. You trace your tongue against his lower lip, his tongue is eager to meet yours. You tease the inside of his mouth, and Mingyu lets out a small groan, which is enough to bring you to senses, and you break the kiss.
“We’re outside, Guy,” you softly remind him, your grip at his forearms is loosen.
“And so?” he whines, tugging at your sleeves to keep you body close to him.
“And we’re late,” you try to reason, but frankly speaking, you better would have stayed in the previous position you shared with Mingyu than going anywhere. “Let’s go. The sooner we start, the sooner we leave.”
The idea of karaoke night seemed promising, to say at least, but with Seungkwan occupying the microphone and Seokmin taking the guise of being his bodyguard, preventing any attempt of borrowing the tool out of his hands, ebullience faded into despair.
Jun is scrolling through his phone, and you find it okay; Soonyoung is busying himself with fourth bowl of ramen in a row, and it begins to worry you; Jihoon is yawning in thirsty eight second intervals, and the fact of you really counting begins to worry you; Mingyu’s playing with your hands, his head rests against your shoulder, you find it normal too.
You toy with his dark hair and lower yourself to whisper in his ear.
“Take me out.”
“Your wish is my command,” Mingyu smiles with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He straightens up off the sofa and extends his hand to you. You stretch out your own hand and place it in Mingyu’s warm palm.
After wrapping everyone, except for Seungkwan who is too absorbed in the singing and waves the two of you off in dismissal, for a goodbye hug, you go downstairs to put the clothes on.
“Stop staring,” you say to Mingyu, catching his gaze in the mirror, a smile parts your lips. You pull up the hood of your jacket and turn to the boy.
“Can’t help it,” he admits, reaching out and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb is stroking your cheek gently, and he leans to steal a kiss from your lips.
“Oh, shit,” Seungkwan says, puckering his face into a frown. “Came to say my goodbye, but this,” he gestures at the two of you.
“Grow up,” Mingyu shrugs his shoulders. Seungkwan’s glare bores a hole right through your head, and you can only silently pray for him to not allow his anger upstage his reason.
“Seungkwan, please,” you say. “Let’s talk about it later.”
“Sure,” the younger boy rolls his eyes. “It’s not me who you should talk to, though.”
“What’s the problem?” Mingyu groans in frustration.
“I don’t know. What’s your problem?” Seungkwan scoffs, shifting his gaze from Mingyu to you and back to Mingyu again.
“It’s none of your business,” you snap. “I’m not in the mood for one of your soap operas.”
You storm out of the building, your blood is boiling with the mixture of anger, fear, and realization of all things you used to have fell to pieces in a matter of seconds.
“Hey, wait,” Mingyu grabs your hand, and you stop, too afraid to look at him. “What’s the matter?”
You’re struck by an incredible sense of fear, of confusion, of vulnerability, but you finally have to face the reality.
“The problem is,” you sigh. “Hansol is my soulmate.”
“Don’t cry,” Soonyoung tries to conciliate you, his hand is rubbing against your back, and he tightens the embrace. “I’m here for you.”
At this point, you even hate yourself for the damp spot on his sweatshirt made with your tears. You want to concentrate on Soonyoung’s words uttered in a small voice, almost whispering, but as you think about Mingyu, about how on his face thoughts and feelings seemed connate – his pained stare said everything, – standing in front of you, you feel a sharp pain in your heart.
“Do you despise me?” your voice sounds desperate.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t ask such a shitty question to my best friend,” he says. “You’re the best.”
You laugh bitterly. Soonyoung treats you too nicely – without asking why you’d been keeping so many secrets from him till this night, rebuking Seungkwan for standing guard over Hansol’s feelings, promising Mingyu will pay dearly in the nearest future for his superior sense of morality or whatever.
“What about Hansol?” you ask him, your eyes still are full of tears and pain, but you force a small smile.
“Will kick him out,” his voice is firm, and you sink your face into the soft material of his cloth, suppressing a bigger smile that threats to appear on your lips.
“Soonyoung, I’ve made four enemies this year, and it’s only the end of February,” your voice is muffled as you keep pressing your face onto the boy’s chest. “Momo, Mingyu, Hansol, Seungkwan – all of them hate me for being stupid, for not telling the truth, for being a bitch, for-”
“Shh. It’s their problem, not yours. It’s them who won’t survive ‘cause they made enemies of us. Listen to me,” he calls your name, making a passionate appeal. “We’re undefeatable, you and me.”
You lift your head at him, finding him keeping his eyes on the ceiling in a dramatic way, and you snicker. His lips twist into a broad smile, and he looks at you.
“They don’t hate you,” he says. “Life is complicating, so are we. They know about it.”
You meet Mingyu at the library. There are dark circles beneath his eyes, and he’s surprisingly quiet.
“Seungkwan said Hansol fell for you only after Soonyoung’s countless ramblings about you. He indeed stared at your pics, I suppose.”
He’s in pain.
You feel empty inside; a terrible anguish seizes your heart.
“Do you feel the same about him?” an involuntary question slips off his tongue.
You want to say it’s him, it’s only him who made you fall, who made you feel at ease, who made you want to give and not just to take, but you can’t.
He waits for a response you’ll never be able to come up with.
This night you cry yourself to sleep.
Weeks go by.
The three of you – you, Hansol, and Soonyoung – glue your eyes to the television set placed at the wall of the boys’ living-room. Watching different tv series with them somehow has turned into therapy sessions – despite experiencing triggers at almost everything that is shown, you feel you’re not alone. The two of them act like nothing happened, and all of you are ready to meet your soulmates someday.
But, if nothing happened, why Mingyu’s name is forbidden from saying out loud because it would fill you with pain?
“You have popcorn crumbs on your shirt,” you notice, pointing at Soonyoung with the remote in your hand.
“I preferred watching tv to reading books when i was younger,” the boy says, dusting the crumbs off his torso and lap.
“And it shows,” you tease. Soonyoung gives you a light pinch on the side and straightens up with a huff.
“I’m going to bed,” he announces. “The bathroom is occupied for the next thirty minutes.”
Hansol nods and bids Soonyoung goodnight as you blow him a kiss – his laughter never fails to boost your mood.
“Resuming?” you ask Hansol. “I’m not sleepy.”
“Neither am I.”
It’s completely dark apart from the television’s dim yellow glow. Somehow, you find yourself being distracted by almost everything – the pattern of the wooden floor, the material of the couch, the streetlamp right outside the window, the plant that is going to die soon due to Soonyoung and Hansol’s lack of care.
Hansol.
His eyes flicker in your direction, catching you staring at him. You don’t look away.
“Am I more interesting than the show?” he asks, not expecting you reply with a quiet ‘yes’. A blush coloring his cheeks can be spotted even in the poorly illuminated room.
“You’re so shy sometimes,” you remark in a low voice. “You didn’t seem so when I first met you.”
“I felt some courage out of nothing,” he shakes his head, his long and slender fingers tapping his knees. “When I saw you.”
You sigh. How the Universe can be broken? Maybe you’re broken?
“I read that if you’re dealing with schizophrenia your emotions are mixed up – you feel something you shouldn’t have felt and express something you don’t feel.”
“Scientific facts again, huh? You’re referring to me?” he grins.
“To myself, I guess,” there is no smile at your features as you sigh. “Or maybe it’s – I don’t know, to be honest.”
“Hey, I know its not gonna work but I’ll say it anyway,” he reaches out his hand to yours and gently squeezes it. “Don’t think shit about yourself. Don’t say shit,” he pauses. “When the words appeared I was surprised, no shit. But as I find out more and more things about you, all of it start to make sense. I don’t want anyone’s words but yours on me. That’s it. That’s the thing I feel.”
He’s beautiful, you think, very beautiful.
Your eyes wander over his face and finally stop at his lips. The contour of his mouth is perfect – Hansol’s lips aren’t plump, but neither are thin – just perfect – and the little bruise on his lower lip makes you unable to brush your overwhelming desire to have a lick over this exact spot. You hesitate – and even now the image of Mingyu settles on you.
But when you feel Hansol’s lips on yours, you let him in. He claims your mouth passionately, and you slide your hands into his hair, pulling on his locks, and he groans in your mouth. When you pull back for a moment, your eyes flooded with haze, Hansol traces his thumb over your slick with his spit lips, sending a shiver down your spine. He leans onto you again, his lips ghosting over yours, the redolent scent of his musky cologne makes your head even more dizzy.
“I want you,” he whispers into your lips, his voice is cracking.
“You can have me,” you breathe out, closing your eyes as his lips decorate your neck in sloppy kisses.
You can have me, but can you have my heart?
The question finds lodgment in your mind.
You might lose the thing you love the most, but life goes on… and here we stand.
You’ve discovered you’re an excellent pretender.
Pretend you think nothing of going without sleep for several nights and then attend your classes. Pretend you’re not tired. Pretend you like the tasteless dish in the restaurant Momo brought you to. Pretend it’s not painful to be in the same room with Mingyu. Pretend you love Hansol back.
“My legs are killing me,” Seungkwan whines. “I just don’t know how much more of it I can take.”
Same, you think, fucking same.
“Wait a little more and I’ll buy you a hotdog,” Mingyu promises, looking over his shoulder to see you wearily stagger behind them. The combination of the three of you is weird, you find, but life goes on, isn’t it?
It’s May, and the three is you are stuck in Ikea’s mazes – Mingyu needs to buy some new furniture – this is what brings him to the mall, but also Mingyu needs someone to keep him company – and this is what brings you and Seungkwan to the same place. Mingyu calls your name, and you lift your head, furrowing your eyebrows in a question.
“You good? How ‘bout a few hotdogs after?”
“And milkshakes,” Seungkwan adds.
“Just an ice cream please,” you mumble, and he nods. Sometimes it’s so awkward – to be around him. Sometimes it’s natural. But mostly it’s painful.
Standing in the parking lot, waiting for Mingyu and Seungkwan while they’re stuffing the things Mingyu bought into the trunk of his car, you dumbly watch the ice cream steadily dripping down your hand.
Damn.
No ice cream can help you feel good even a bit.
You enter Hansol’s bedroom and find him at the wooden floor, lying on his back, eyes closed. With his arms and legs splayed out, he reminds you a giant starfish.
“Are you even breathing?” you chuckle, bending over him.
“I am,” Hansol smiles, his eyes stay closed, and he taps slightly on his chest. “C’mere.”
You oblige, your head nestle against his chest, and you hear his steady heartbeat. He wraps his left arm around you and inhales deeply.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes out of sudden, and you turn your head to look at him. “The first words were stupid, and you’ll have them for forever.”
“Suit us very well,” you poke, and he sniffs, reaching out to slightly pinch your cheek. “Hey! Stop!”
Hansol laughs, squeezing you tighter, and the sound of his slow and steady breathing lulls you to sleep. Your gaze is directed at the ceiling as you try to fight against sleep. “You’re so composed, but also so goofy, but also so delicate,” you sigh, thinking out loud as your fingertips trace up and down the soft skin of his wrist. Hansol’s warm. “But the first words were wacky,” you chuckle. “What’ve done to deserve them?”
“It was Russian roulette, baby,” he hums, and you can hear him smiling.
You fall asleep like that. You dream about buying the beige sofa you saw in Ikea and Mingyu’s endless attempts to change your mind – the green one is a way better, he insists. The green one would suit the interior perfectly, you agree with him, but the beige one is so classy, and maybe even a little obligatory? Every apartment should have one, but Mingyu only shakes his head in frustration.
“I'm not sure you’re one hundred percent positive about what you’re convincing me of,” he purses his lips.
Dreams that are hardly can be distinguish from reality are exhausting. You wish there was a way to put this worry to bed once and for all.
“Okay, so the concept of your birthday party is dubstep,” you verify. “And the main dish excepted for a barbeque duck is an ice cream cake?”
“I scream, you scream, gimme that ice cream,” Soonyoung’s enjoyment is evidenced by his wide smile. You playfully roll your eyes, not really hiding the excitement you share with him.
“Why do I feel that we’re constantly hanging out at birthday parties?” Hansol asks, peering at his phone screen, not bothering to straighten his head from its bending position.
“Because our friend group is too huge for people our age,” you make a point.
“It’s so expensive to have a lot of friends,” Soonyoung complains, but when he meets your questionable gaze, he adds. “But for you, my bestie, money’s no object.”
“Good to know,” you laugh, your fingers leisurely run above the rim of the empty cup of matcha latte. “I’m more upset about my dear boyfriend didn’t show any interest in volunteering at preps for the party.”
Hansol smiles, tapping on his phone, his eyes are anchored on the screen, and you narrow your expression at him, shaking your head in a scolding manner.
“And now he pretends he doesn’t hear me,” you say. “Wonderful, isn’t it?”
Hansol’s face brightens and broadens out into a beaming smile, and the sound of Soonyoung’s giggles fills the air.
“I’ll ask Seokmin to help you,” the older boy suggests, and you raise your eyebrow at him.
“I know you’re saying it for the best of reasons, but Seokmin rather is a distraction than a help,” you debate, and Soonyoung raises his small hands in surrender, his eyes becoming crescent-shaped due to his laugh.
“Okay, I’ll send backup,” he promises. “At the end of the day, Mingyu’s good at cooking and cleaning.”
It would’ve been hard for him not to realize he put his foot in his mouth mentioning Mingyu as the mood tensely shifts. You freeze, alike Hansol, his thumb is hovering over the phone screen for seconds. Soonyoung offers you an apologetic smile, and you smile at the boy back, reassuring him it’s okay – he really did nothing wrong. Hansol’s avoiding your questioning gaze, hiding his eyes behind his curly bangs, and you gently brush a section of his hair from his face, wanting to see him clearly.
“Are you jealous, Sollie?” you try to joke, a soft smile playing on your lips, your hand placed on his cheek. As he raises his eyes at you, nerves are evident in them, your heart sinks, and you feel breathless. He won’t ask you if he should be, he won’t make any scenes – but he may shut himself off, locking his feelings deep inside, and you fear it the most. You don’t mean to hurt him, but you’re still providing him a good amount of pain – he isn’t an idiot who can’t figure out that Mingyu’s never really left your heart.
“No,” he simply says. “I’ll help you with everything.”
“You’re a bigger distraction than Seokmin for me, but how can I say no to my sweet boyfriend?” you take his offer, your thumb is stroking his cheek, and the action soothes away the tension he has. Hansol smiles gently at you, and for a second, you’re wondering if he is as good at pretending as you are.
“How did you manage to rent this beach house?” Soonyoung asks in a pure awe. “Such places are always booked!”
“Nothing’s impossible when you love your friend,” you muse. “Besides, thank Hansol – he used his “music industry contacts” to make you happy.”
“Hey, you insult me using air quotes around ‘music industry contacts’,” Hansol slides his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him, and places a quick peck on the tip of your nose. You stab him in the chest with your index finger, and he fakes a gasp.
“Eavesdropping?” you ask.
“Learning a lot about me,” he grins and draws his attention to the birthday boy. “Like the party?”
“No shit,” Soonyoung laughs. “I’ll like it better if you dance with me,” he says your name, his eyes sparkle brighter than colorful lights blasting through the house.
“Anything for a five stars rate.”
You’re out of breath, the clothes stick to your covered in sweat body, and you wince.
“I’m done,” you announce to Soonyoung, his batteries fully charged as he continues his active dance.
“Get some fresh air and come back!” he yells over the music, and you nod. Crossing the room to the back porch, you spot Hansol in the corner, talking to Joshua and showing the older boy something on his phone screen. Unnoticed, you go directly to the shore until the music of the party drowns in the sound waves, and inhale warm salty air. The water seems so tempting, calling you to step into the waves, their rhythm is hypnotizing you, and you kick your shoes off, perfectly understand the night water is too cold for swimming.
A familiar voice stops you, calling your name. You turn around, greeted with Mingyu’s tall figure, shining like a bronze statue, his tanned skin sheens magical when graced by the evening sun.
“Why do you always tend to sneak out?” he asks, once he made it up to you, a warm smile already crept onto his mouth as he saw you.
“I don’t know, maybe I just like being in crowds,” you shrug your shoulders – it’s true. You really don’t know the answer. He moves closer to you, and you finally spot a small bouquet in his hand. His eyes follow yours, and he chuckles.
“It’s for you,” he shyly passes you the flowers, his teeth press into his bottom lips. “I passed by those wildflowers on my way here and picked them for you.”
“It’s not my birthday,” you laugh. “But thank you, I love it,” you say, nuzzling your nose against the tender petals. You look up at the boy and lock your eyes with his, a tickling feeling spreading in your chest. The waves are lapping on the peaceful and quiet shore, but you feel electricity surging through your body. You stand on your tiptoes and place a delicate kiss on his soft cheek, the action is innocent, but for Mingyu it’s like hearing a starting whistle.
“You’re still in my thoughts,” he breathes. “Still here,” he reaches over to grab your hand and place it over his chest, and through your fingertips you’re able to feel his rapid heart. Tears are starting to form at the rim of your eyes, and your vision becomes blurred. Your fingers crawl into the flowers he gave you, pressing against the vulnerable stems. “It’s egoistic, I know, you’re dating my friend, your soulmate, but why does it feel like you’re mine?”
“I don’t know,” you sob. The next second you find yourself against his firm chest and you inhale his scent that feels like home. Not a place where you live, but home. He plants a kiss to the crown of your head and puts his hands on your shoulders.
“Look at me,” the golden boy suddenly says. “Please.”
You look up at him and see his eyes briefly dropping to your lips, and despite yourself you feel that familiar tingling in your gut, wanting him to kiss you. He reads you like an open book and he is kissing you, his lips softly press against yours, a tender flavor on your tongue.
“Mingyu,” you whisper in a small voice, pulling out from him. “I can’t. I can’t do this to Hansol.”
The boy looks at you with a pained expression, and in his eyes you can see that he wishes he didn’t have a heart at all.
“I’m sorry, angel,” he mutters, and you nod your head, your heart is swelling at the nickname.
“I know. I’m sorry too.”
You lock yourself up in the bathroom, hoping no one saw your state while you were hurrying upstairs. Suddenly, someone tries the handle, but it jingles with no success.
“It’s occupied!” you try your best to sound calm, but your voice is trembling.
“It’s me,” Hansol’s muffled voice leaks through the door. “Let me in.”
You turn the lock and face Hansol, your eyes are all red and watery from crying. The boy locks the door behind him and turns to face you, his piercing eyes burn right into your soul.
“You love him,” he says, too delicate to torture you with questions, and you feel even worse – if it’s possible – paralyzed with fear and regrets, guilt eating you inside out, and you swallow the lump in your throat. You let out a wet sob, not being able to look into his sad eyes.
You broke his heart.
“I’m sorry, Sol,” you say, feeling powerless, loss for words to say to him, to explain yourself, to apologize. “I don’t know what should I do. I don’t know what should we do.”
“If he makes you happier than I could,” he looks above your head. “I’ll accept it someday.”
“You don’t deserve this,” you say, feeling so stupid, only wishing that the floor would open up and swallow you.
“Maybe soulmates aren’t bond only by romantic shit,” his deep voice comes to you through the mist. You don’t ask him to give you a chance, don’t change his mind – maybe this painful reveal of the truth will make your heart feel a little bit lighter one day, even if right now you’re sure this is never going to happen.
You don’t complain and do not want pity from anyone – you’re sick and tired of Soonyoung tiptoeing around you, trying to keep you from collapsing; of the silent treatment Seungkwan gives you, scornful looks he spares you every single time you see him get you to another level of anger; of a constant scratching sense of guilt you’ve been racked with since your break-up with Hansol, but somehow he never blames you even if he should; of Momo dragging you to the shop malls and making you keep shopping until you cheer up.
Of you can’t getting up the nerve to answer any of Mingyu’s calls, too afraid of something you can’t even describe.
Momo’s straight face catches you off guard, and you only gasp,
“He what?! No, no, no,” you shake your head in disbelief. “You’re making this up.”
“What for?” the girl rolls her eyes back deep into their sockets. “Mingyu invited you to his picnic party or whatever through me cause you’re too deaf to pick up your phone, nothing special.”
“Will you come with me?” your eyes meet hers in the bathroom mirror, your expression makes Momo give you her infamous crinkly-eyed smile.
“He didn’t ask me to come – only you,” she purrs, taking her lip gloss out of the small bag. “He’s so fucking in love with you, you little witch.”
“I-” you stutter, the crimson red blush spreads across your cheeks, and Momo laughs and gives you a playful shove.
“Don’t you dare to say no,” she warns. “You’ll deal with me.”
“What would I do without you, Momo?” you smile at her. Even if you asked playfully, you really mean it – and the warmth in your chest proves it.
Mingyu seems nervous as he clumsy steps into your apartment, his chest is tensed with the breath he holds. The boy is dressed in a loose white t-shirt and high-wasted velvety pants, and you sigh in relief – the picnic party - as Momo called it - obviously wasn’t planned as something fancy.
“Thanks for picking me up,” you smile.
“Thanks for coming. Means a world,” he says, poking his cheek with his tongue, a shy smile follows his words. You missed him. Missed everything about him – the small giggles he lets while talking with that slight lisp to you, the shake of his head when he can’t understand something, the pout appearing on his plump lips when he realizes the item he wanted to buy is out of stock, the bright smile beaming on his face while he spills out his ideas for photography, the warmth of his palm holding yours in the pocket of his woolen coat.
“Who else is gonna be there?” you ask during your drive to the beach – Mingyu found the place perfect for a picnic, especially in the hot summer.
“Um,” he hesitates for a moment, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at you. “It’s just the two of us.”
“Oh,” you breath. “I see. Momo didn’t tell me.”
“Blame yourself for leaving me on read,” he grins obnoxiously and you roll your eyes defensively. “Now you’re stuck with me. I forgot to mention one thing, though.”
“Which one?” you rake your eyes over him, admiring how the sun’s rays paint his skin in a golden glitter. “It’s a date.”
You dig your toes into the cool sand, glancing into the evening sky. Mingyu follows your eyeline.
“You can’t see the stars for reflected light from the city,” you notice. “But here we have a chance.”
“No way,” Mingyu protests. “And you know why?”
“Why so?” you turn your face to him, a big smile spread on his lips.
“All Seoul’s stars are in your eyes,” he is smiling so wide that his cheeks must have hurt and he pulls you closer, wrapping both arms around you, tugging you into his lap.
“Shut up,” you laugh, smacking him on the chest, your fingers touching the soft fabric of his shirt. Mingyu’s lips are ghosting over your cheek for a moment before he speaks again,
“But I have lots of things to say,” Mingyu murmurs, biting softly at your earlobe, and a very familiar feeling creeps up into the pit of your stomach.
“Like what?”
“Like, let’s swim,” he takes you aback with the suggestion and you blink at him dumbly. “I didn’t bring my swimsuit with me,” you say.
“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugs. “We’re alone here. No one’ll see.”
You push up from his body and meet his eyes glossy with playfulness and challenge, and you nod at his words. Mingyu grinning at you mischievously, while he removes his clothes – his shirt and pants find their place at the sand – as you see each piece of his skin revealing itself. You inhale deeply, and he leans his head closer to yours, the warm palms rubbing up and down your arms.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, and you’re surprised he can tell this just from your body language, and it makes your heart flutter, pounding even faster against your ribcage. His words encourage you, and he silently watches you removing your dress, the only pieces of clothing on your skin are your bra and panties. Mingyu gently squeezes your hand, his thumb softly strokes back and forth over your knuckles. “Catch me.”
And within a couple of seconds, he is already pushing into the water, everything below his waist out of sight. You slowly step onto the sparkling waves, a lazy smile playing on your lips, as you see Mingyu splashing over to you with a childish pout on his face.
“You’re supposed to catch me, but you don’t even try,” he whines and steps closer to you, pressing his hands to either sides of your neck, his thumb rubbing the hollow of your throat. He looks dreamlike with his skin stick from the water, making him glisten in the soft evening light.
“It’s not the only thing I didn’t do what I was supposed to do. I was born to live without you, remember?” you whisper against his wet lips as he leans over you.
“It doesn’t matter,” he hums, letting his fingers brush against the words inked on your side. “I don’t need to be told who I love.”
You’d been feeling like you were drowning for too long, drowning in the cool water of sorrows, doubts, and self-destruction for too long, but only now you can breathe -
“You love me?” you say in a quiet voice, almost as if it was a secret, and the soft look on his face makes your heart skip a beat, overflowing with love and affection.
“I do. So I ask you to stay with me,” he pleads. Not just for tonight, not for tomorrow morning, but-
“Take me home.”
Rattling keys, the sound of giggles stopped with the kisses, Mingyu’s hot mouth on your pulse point, your hands tugging at his black silk locks, and the heavy weight of the wall meets your back.
“Right in the corridor?” you hum, panting into his ear. “Where is your decency, Kim Mingyu? Not bringing your lady to the bedroom is-” Mingyu doesn’t let you finish, forcing his leg between yours. He is grinning at you with his bottom lip between his teeth as he guides your hips into motion against his thigh, satisfied with the garbled moan ripped from your throat. Bringing his lips to the side of your neck again, Mingyu plants wet kisses on the soft skin. He licks your ear, gently tugging the lobe between his teeth. When the boy releases the tender flesh, he hisses,
“This… you made me forget about my good manners,” Mingyu drawls and attaches his lips to your throat. His voice is sweet, but the material of his pants is rough and the combination drives you crazy, whimpering into the air between you, your clit aching.
“Please,” you whine, grinding yourself harder against him.
Suddenly, Mingyu smiles, brightly and happy, before his lips press into yours, his tongue mapping your mouth. The boy lifts you up and it gives you an opportunity to kiss his neck in return, biting red marks into his tanned skin. Then, ever so carefully, Mingyu places you on the soft surface of the bed, kissing you passionately, but slower, trying to find out what you like the most.
“Can I take your clothes off, please?” he whispers in your mouth and you moan, your hands gripping into his biceps.
“Good manners are back,” you coo. “Go ahead.”
Mingyu helps you to sit up, undoing the upper buttons of your summer dress, kissing the skin it exposes, and finally pulling it over your head.
“Don’t forget to take the rest off too,” you breathe, and his lips stretch into a smile. His arms twist behind your back and then he is sliding the fabric down your arms and tossing it away.
“Do you want me to touch you, princess?” Mingyu murmurs, the tip of his nose traces the side of your neck as his fingers are ghosting over the wetness of your panties.
“Like you don’t know the answer already,” you hiss and he chuckles, his hands move to palm your breasts. You bite your lower lip when he rolls your nipple between his fingers before slowly circling it, a blush slowly creeps down your neck. His mouth finally covers your nipple as his warm palms are parting your thighs, his fingers firmly pressed against the skin. Without being told, you rise your hips to help him remove your soaked panties.
Mingyu sits back on his haunches and marvel at your spread thighs and the pretty wet curves, and your legs separate to make room for him beyond your control.
“You’re so pretty,” he admires, his eyes – glassy with desire and adoration – don’t leave your face. His palm slides up from your hip over your stomach and further still, gently cupping your breast.
“Gyu,” you plea, but before you can even think about the words, Mingyu tosses his shirt somewhere behind his back, already yanked his slightly ruined with your wetness pants and the underwear to the floor.
Then, he is putting his fore and middle fingers into his mouth, coating them in saliva before slowly bringing them to your pussy, the pads of his fingers ghosting over your slit. You moan and he takes it as an invitation, drawing a circle around the hood of your clit. Craving for more, you shamelessly grind your hips into his palm, your fingers grasping at the sheets.
“Baby, I want to taste you so bad,” Mingyu purrs, thrusting his fingers into your pussy down to the knuckles. You moan at the sensation of his fingertips dragging against your pulsing walls, and he increases the pace of his digits inside of you. “You smell so good.”
His words only sending you near delirious. But his tongue feels even better.
Mingyu runs the flat of his tongue up to your clit, humming happily at the moan escaped through your red and swollen lips, your fingers tangled in his hair. His grip on your thighs is firm, screaming lust in big neon letters. He sucks on your clit, focusing his hot mouth on the swollen bundle of nerves, as he is pulling and pushing his fingers through your entrance.
The boy groans deeply, nuzzling his pretty face deeper into your core. The delightful pleasure clings to your stomach, swells at you abdomen. Your eyes screw shut and your chest heaves, the back arching off the bed with a high-pitched cry. Mingyu is leaning over your, adjusting his body on his elbows supporting him either side of your body. His breath is tickling the skin of your neck and you giggle, your hand lazily draws some patterns onto his back. The boy silently observes your features while you reach down to his cock, lubricating it with his pre-cum. Mingyu groans, but you swallow the sound with your mouth, your tongue catching on flesh of his mouth that tastes like you. He is desperately grinding against your stomach, the tip of his dick leaving a wet trail over your skin.
“I love you,” he says against your lips and, slowly and carefully, positions the reddened head to your entrance. You wrap your legs around him, heels pressing into the ample swells of his ass as Mingyu buries himself deep inside you. He presses his teeth on your collarbone as he hitting your sweet spot with every single one of his delicious thrusts.
Mingyu is here – his arms caging your face, his mouth never leaves yours, and his chest is pressed tight against yours – Mingyu is here and you love each other.
He rolls his hips against you, sinking his cock into your heat, his fingers toying with your sensitive clit. Suddenly, he speeds up, pulling an extremely loud moan from you. Feeling you clench around him, Mingyu groans and lowers himself to suck on your nipple, muffling the sounds he makes against your skin.
“Let it go,” he pants out and you oblige, a gasp tumbles from your lips as your fingers curling in his hair. Your walls spasm around his cock, enveloping it with your release. He thrusts in you, his cock twitching inside of you before he lets out a drawn moan. He stills in you as his cock milking your pussy, panting loudly. He opens his dark eyes and his face softens for you as he places a gentle kiss on the side of your jaw.
“We weren’t meant for each other,” you whisper, your hand playing with his damp locks. “But I love you more than anything.”
“We are meant for each other,” Mingyu is persistent. “Since our first meeting.”
“Okay,” you give in.
“I win,” his smile is radiant in the night, and his eyes hold the whole universe in them.
You never thought of you as a rule breaker. No one did.
With each day Mingyu helps you realize you shape the universe you live in.
And you ask him to make your nose look smaller at the portrait of you he have been painting for two weeks already.
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Insecure Thicc!Reader
Pairings: BNHA Boys x reader
Warnings: Some spicy bits, but not too crazy, a little crude, kinda implied fem! in some bits, but you can just skip over those points if ya want
Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Dabi
Author’s Note:
Hello! This is the first time I’ve written for Dabi so I hope his turned out ok! As a thicc girl myself, I kinda poured my heart out a bit for this request. I hope you enjoy these little headcanons (I kinda went crazy oop—)!
If you’re feeling insecure, remember that you’re beautiful, no matter what other people say! I’m still on my own journey of self-love, but I hope that this can bring a bit of comfort to anyone who is anywhere on that road.
I know that it says Mirio, but I don't write for him so I contacted the requester and they swapped him out for Dabi.
I love you guys! Hope you like it!
-Sugar
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Bakugou:
My mans Bakugou
He can appreciate some nice booty
I'm just going to jump straight to cuddling here because that's what I feel like doing
In public, Bakugou isn't all that affectionate
I am by no means saying he wouldn't gladly flaunt your relationship and yell about how wonderful and attractive his s/o is, but for the most part he likes to keep it between you two
But during down time, when there's nothing to do and all evening to do it, he wants you in his lap
SNUGGLING
He a stronk boi, you're sitting on his lap whether you like it or not
You are his human teddy bear, and you're going to have a hard time getting him to let you go
He wants to touch you all over and let his hands sink into your soft, plush body
Cheeks? Perfect for kissing and squeezing between his fingers
Your chest? He likes to hold you in his hands and test the weight of your boobs. They're so nice and soft and squeezable
Tummy? Bakugou's all over giving you soft, slow kisses over your skin, sucking a little into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble on
Thighs? He's touching on them constantly. If ever he's feeling possessive over you, his hands are going to fly to your legs and give them a solid squeeze to remind you you're his
Butt? Like I said, he loves it. He likes smacking it at every opportunity. Watching the resulting jiggle is the most satisfying and enticing thing to him
He likes to hold you at night, either his hands firmly clasping those lower cheeks or simply having it pressed into him. As much as he can get, he'll take
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Now, if he ever catches you saying something bad about yourself, you're done for
You say it when you're home alone together? He's going to prove to you how beautiful and valuable you are through any methods he can think of
Lecture consisting mostly of him yelling about how much he loves you? Check
Tackling you in an aggressive hug and pinning you to the bed only to point out and gently kiss everything you dislike about yourself, telling you how much he loves it? Check
There's another thing I could mention he'd do, but my mom might read this, so I don't want to get into it, buuutt you can fill it in yourself 👀—
Say something bad out in public? He's going to give you a death glare and pull you aside as soon as he can to tell you to stop
If someone makes a nasty comment about you, they got a big storm comin
Let's just say that, after an extensive apology from the person, you probably won't see them again for weeks
Bakugou knows how to get to people
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Katsuki doesn't care about what you look like, as long as you're happy and healthy
He values how you carry yourself and how you treat him. Something as superfluous as appearance isn’t on his mind when choosing and loving a partner
He's a good person to vent to as well. It may not seem like he’s listening sometimes, but he his. His insight is truly outstanding. There's something about him where, when he wants to, he always knows the right thing to say
13/10 loves you just the way you are and knows you're beautiful. Would not hesitate bitch to throw hands to anyone who says otherwise
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Kirishima:
Idk if this is me just self projecting onto him or whatever, but high key I think Kirishima could have a thing for thicc people
Nothing against our skinny queens and kings! He'd love you either way
But like, I can 100% see it
So he honestly gets kinda offended when he realizes you're insecure about your body
He understands why you feel this way—he's not blind to the fact that you're a little bigger than some other people
What really gets him is why you put so much pressure on yourself to look a certain way. To him, you're the most beautiful wonderful person in his world. Why would you be so negative towards yourself?
He knows how it feels to be insecure, especially with appearance
If you want to change yourself, he's 100% supportive. Mans is literally the most perfect gym buddy and would love to be by your side on your journey of self improvement
If you're not interested in changing your appearance, whether it be simply just for now or even never, guess what? He's 100% supportive!
I've seen this everywhere, and if you're also a regular in this niche of fanfic, I'm sure you have too, but Kiri is the biggest hype man
New outfit? He's all over telling you how good you look. Flaunt it, babes!
New makeup look? Amazing! Beautiful!
Did something different with your hair? Yesyesyesyesyes
And he's completely genuine in his praise as well. It's not manly to be fake about your thoughts and beliefs, and he knows for a fact that you're beautiful, just the way you are. Confidence goes perfectly with any look!
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When it comes to cuddling, he's all over you
He'll respect it if you're uncomfortable being touched in some places, but what he wants most is to be as handsy with you as possible
He just wants to run his hands over every surface of your body. Nothing suggestive about it (unless you're in the mood! 😉), he just wants to feel you
Boob pillow? That's all his. It's like there's one magnet in your chest and another in the side of his head. They're just so soft and plush and squishy?? To die for! Even if your chest is comparatively small, he's still on you. You can't stop him
When his head isn't planted on your chest, it's settled on your belly. He likes the warmth against his cheek and finds every aspect of it cute
Rolls? Adorable! Stretch marks? Beautiful! Hair? Pretty!
11/10 you're getting tummy kithes and little teasing tickles every night you spend together
He loves your thighs. Being a little grabby with them is totally his thing
Yet another place to leave kisses. Maybe even love bites too `O.O`
Great place for him to take little naps. Literally I cannot stress enough how comfortable he finds you, immersed in your scent, cheek comfortably resting on the tops of your legs, your fingers carding through his soft red hair. You are literally Heaven on Earth to him
Insecure about your arms? He loves them. They lead to you, and give him the best cuddles and hugs ever in the whole wide world. He'll kiss them all the way up and down until you admit they're not so bad
That goes for everything though. If he catches you talking bad about yourself or your body, he will tackle you and start kissing you all over until you admit how beautiful you are
KISSES ON YOUR CHEEKS. CHUBBY CHEEKS ARE VERY ADORABLE AND COMPLETELY FREE KISSING REAL ESTATE
He won't hesitate to carry you around or let you sit on his lap. He's a hero (or even just training to be a hero). He's super strong and manly, and besides, what else are those muscles for? Punching bad guys? Nah, he's more interested in holding his favorite person in the world (oop, that's you!)
Doesn't matter how heavy you are (I'm also talking to all yee who are 200lbs+. I see you. He's got you), he can pick you up. Carrying around his s/o is 100% mandatory and you can't say no (well, I mean, you can but like, only if you truly mean it)
Any days you feel down on yourself, he can be a little more serious
He's a great listener and will hear every word you have to say without interrupting, even though a part of him wants to interject any time you may try to call yourself ugly or unattractive
Once you've vented everything out, he'll pull you into his arms and let you settle on his lap. Then he'll give you the hype/pep talk you need
Anything you don't like about yourself, he'll go on a whole rant about how much he loves it. It's not a flaw, it's just a part of who you are. And because it's a part of you, Kirishima is going to love it, no matter how much resentment you may feel towards it
He's a big hugger, so he wants to have you as close to him as he can. It helps him feel like he's making you feel better
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Heaven forbid someone tries to give you trouble for how you look
He won't react as explosively as Bakugou, but they still better be praying
Kirishima's going to give them a good long talk about treating others with respect and being manly. He's not leaving until they apologize
All in all, Kirishima will forever love you for who you are. He doesn't care about your body shape or size. As long as you're healthy and happy and being your best self, he's going to be all for you
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Dabi:
So this guy is not having ya insecure BS
He doesn't see any problem with the way you look
He really grows to like your body even more than he expected over the course of the relationship
He likes how much more of you he has to grab and kiss and smack (affectionately)
He's pretty open with PDA
He likes grabbing your ass where everyone can see and giving you a nice squeeze just to let you and everyone else know you're his
He's into making out with you behind the bar, just waiting for someone to walk in on you
Dabi isn't big on being soft in public, but behind closed doors, you'd find him giving softer kisses and lighter touches
Initially isn't big on cuddling but opens up to it more as he finds how soft and huggable you are
You can bet you're sitting on his lap whenever you can, whether it's alone together in your room or even during a meeting; this man has no shame (not that he should be)
When you open up to him about your insecurities, he'll be a little upset
He sees nothing wrong with you at all, so why is your body something to be upset over? If anything, he's more attracted to you like this
He has a bit of a hard time finding himself attractive due to his burns (he's so wrong tho), so in that sense, he can somewhat understand
Decides to make a bit of a pact with you to stop being so insecure about yourselves and making a big deal out of appearances
You both love each other for who you are, and that's what's important
☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆
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