#and yet some people manage to still leave the damn toilet seat up

[we-fucked-up-evolution]

so the staff bathroom at work has one of those "don't care what gender you are just wash your hands" signs, but instead of standard the male and female icons it's a mermaid and a centaur

and a trans girl graffitied it with "our lives and struggles aren't jokes. i'm neither a mermaid nor a centaur, i'm not a freak. -an angry trans woman"

which is so cool because the workplace culture here is filled to the brim with performative allyship, and i'm constantly hearing absolutely wild takes such as "we should burn the classics because they're offensive" (i work in contemporary theatre y'all it's insane that some directors believe this but that's disk horse for another day) and i love seeing people point out the ideological discrepancies in a workplace filled with pretentious artists who've never actually sat down to talk with a trans person in their lives and yet feel obliged to flaunt their wokeness in our faces (and, sadly, our bathrooms)

long story short i need to find this girl and make a new friend

[eowynstwin]

Ghost always needs something to do. Call it a character flaw. And contrary to what might make sense, he doesn't like to live alone, if only because it reminds him that he really does exist when he isn't over there--that he isn't just some phantom animating the fatigues and the tac vest and the mask.

And he's a pretty great roommate, all things considered. He pays his share of the bills on time. He doesn't bring people over and doesn't care if his flatmate does. He keeps his room spotless and cleans up after himself in communal space. He doesn't pack the fridge with beer and stale takeout. Just about the only thing worth complaining about is the odd hours he keeps, and the unpredictable nature of his work schedule.

Oh, and the mask. A lot of people don't like that.

He learns through the grapevine--an old roommate's coworker's friend or something--that you've managed to pull off the impossible and gotten a terrible roommate evicted after six months of living hell. It's the typical horror story: trash hoarding plus late fees plus hookups that don't know when to leave, garnished with a booming stereo at all hours of day and night. Something Ghost has experienced before, and seriously considered utilizing his unique set of skills to murder and cover up.

(He didn't. But most roommates don't stick around if they find him casually cleaning a disassembled handgun on the coffee table.)

Meanwhile, his own lease is up, he doesn't mind subletting, and the rent is within his budget. The place even has a washer in-unit. He pounces before anyone else can.

Gaz is free on move-in day to help him with his bed, and Ghost doesn't own much to begin with, so it only takes a day and a borrowed truck to get everything ready for transfer.

"You met 'em yet?" Gaz asks, swinging into the passenger seat.

"Friend of a friend," Ghost says.

"You have friends?"

"Alright, sergeant."

Gaz snickers, and they head over to the complex.

When they enter the unit it is...well, not as bad as it could've been, at least. Clearly some effort has been made to tidy up. But there are half-filled boxes everywhere, piles of mail, a couple of tied up bin bags by the door. You are nowhere to be seen.

Ghost can feel Garrick's eyes on him.

"You sure about this, mate?" the sergeant asks.

"Already paid the first month."

"Damn."

"Yeah. Let's check the bedroom."

It turns out to be the cleanest room so far. The carpet is actually a little damp, like it had been steam-cleaned earlier that day, and there's a nice ensuite bathroom without a speck of mildew or mold. The toilet looks new.

Reassured, they get to bringing everything in, and Gaz even sticks around to help reassemble the bed frame, clearly trying to earn the free pizza Ghost will owe him for this. They're just about done when they hear the door open and close. They share a look.

You are clearly not expecting two large, burly men to be present, because when they exit the bedroom you shriek with the full pent-up tension of someone whose home still feels like a claw trap, hard enough that you clearly are on the verge of crying.

"Sorry!" Gaz exclaims, holding up both hands. Ghost is lucky it's Gaz with him--the young sergeant has an easy affability that Soap has to work hard at projecting and Price never bothered cultivating. "It's alright, miss, we didn't mean to scare you. Just movin' in, yeah? Should've left a note on the door or something."

You've covered your mouth to silence yourself, eyes wide, and Ghost and Gaz wait while you collect yourself. You start nodding.

"Of course," you say, dropping your hand, voice shaky, "no, I should've remembered--oh, it's a mess in here, I'm sorry, it must look terrible--I'm so sorry--"

"It's okay," Gaz says, soothing. "Hey--I'm Kyle, alright? And this is--"

"Simon," Ghost cuts in. No need to spook the poor thing further.

"Pleased to meet you," you say, giving your own name. Your hand is flat on your chest. You're breathing hard. "Listen, this--none of this is mine, well, most of it, the mail is mine, but the boxes are the old tenant's stuff, he's been dragging his feet. I promise it isn't supposed to look like this."

"Old guy left his stuff?" Ghost asks, frowning.

"Yes," you reply. You glance at him briefly, then look back at Gaz. "Are you--are you my new flatmate?"

Ghost doesn't blame you. Most people prefer Gaz, young and kind-looking and brimming with good manners. Not easy to clock as a paid killer at first glance. He's actually a little sorry to have to disappoint you.

"Er, no," says Gaz. "Just helpin' Simon out."

"Oh..." you say, and you look at Ghost again. He sees you notice the mask. "Oh, I--I'm sorry, I carry one in my bag, do you need me to--"

Interesting.

"No," Ghost says. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh," you repeat. "Okay. Um." You look around the room again, awkward.

Showing his cruel streak, Gaz grins. "Well, we've finished up, and I gotta get the lorry back where it belongs. Good luck, mate," he says to Ghost, and to you, "Nice meeting you!"

And the little traitor makes his escape, leaving the two of you standing there like idiots.

"I really am sorry," you say again, fussing with the strap of your work bag, which is digging into your shoulder. "This is a terrible thing to move into. I've texted him so many times, and he keeps saying he'll come and get them, but it's been days, and I knew you were coming, and I didn't want to touch his stuff because he's so hard to deal with if I do--"

"Where's the dumpster?" Ghost interrupts.

"What?"

"The bin. Where is it?"

"Back of the building?"

"Right," says Ghost, picking up the nearest box and turning to leave.

"What? No!" you exclaim. He hears the quick steps behind him as he walks through the kitchen. "No, please, he's going to come back!"

"Not his flat anymore," Ghost says.

You manage to slide between him and the door. "But it is his stuff! You can't just throw it away!"

"Sure I can," Ghost says.

"It's not right!"

He looks down at you. You're a cute little thing, in your business casual and harried indignation. There's a desperate sort of slant to your brows, a frantic look in your teary eyes. You look tired, the kind of tired that's had to take care of everything.

"Don't think you deserve it being here, pet." He says it as gently as he can.

The tears gather thicker. "He'll be furious with me."

"I'll deal with him," Ghost promises.

You look him up and down, lips pressed into a thin, upset line. You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath. "Okay. Just...not the dumpster. Leave it outside for him."

"Sure," Ghost agrees.

Wiping your eyes, you step aside.

There is so much useless garbage in the boxes that Ghost doubts the former tenant actually meant to retrieve any of it. Old newspapers from three years ago--who reads newspapers anymore?--CDs marked with incomprehensible scrawl in black sharpie, a collection of dusty, ancient ballcaps, and an entire box of instant ramen so old that Ghost doesn't even recognize the branding. That's just what's recognizable. He piles everything a few yards away from the door and even takes the bin bags out to the dumpster. If whatever's inside isn't supposed to be thrown away, it shouldn't have been bagged up like trash.

When he comes back inside, job finished, he finds you standing in the living room, staring at the now-tidy space. You'd taken the opportunity to shower and change. You look cozy, in baggy joggers, a loose t-shirt, and damp hair held up with a clip.

Cute little thing.

"Wouldn't sit on that couch before getting it cleaned," Ghost says by way of greeting.

"Oh," you say, directing your watery gaze at him. "Most--most if it was from his room. It wasn't there that long, I think it'll be okay...maybe I should have helped you."

"He can't get mad at you this way."

"Maybe," you say. "But--thank you. It feels nicer in here already."

The smile you give him is faint, but it's there, and it activates something in Ghost's brain that...tunnels his vision, a little bit. It eats through him fast, shoots little zaps of electricity down the back of his neck.

"Sure," he says, "gonna wash off now."

"Alright," you say, and he leaves you standing there, staring at an empty room.

…roommate Ghost who within a month of living with you assigns himself as your keeper.

[nnightskiess]

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₊° 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 (𝐲/𝐧), 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥...

𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐱

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for my great friend lux @redhairedwolfwitch ♡ thank you for everything.

"Hey, you paged us?"

Cristina tilted her head, curious, while you stood behind her, wondering if you were in trouble if the Chief needed you.

"I know you're both most interested in cardio, so..." He motioned the two of you two follow him until your pager went off.

"Shit," You mumbled under your breath, staying slightly behind as you heard Cristina gush about the cardiac trauma Hunt showed her, "I gotta run, Robbins needs me, a complication in the NICU."

"Come on?! Cardiac trauma!" Cristina turned to you, the look on her face saying enough. But you had already started to walk away, putting a spanner in the works of the plan the universe had in store for you.

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"Doctor Bailey!" You rushed after her, wanting to catch up with her and show her the results of the CT she needed, until Cristina appeared out of nowhere, seeming frustrated.

"The new attending doesn't even know how to put in a temporary pacemaker!"

They came to a halt at the nurse's station as you hovered next to Cristina, waiting your turn.

You tilted your head, "Wait- we have a new attending?"

"Did you or did you not ask this man for a new cardio attending?"

"Yes."

"And did he or did he not bring in attending after attending, none of them who seem to please you and all of whom you ran off?" Bailey gave Cristina a look, one that made you have to bite your lip so you wouldn't laugh. Doctor Bailey had her cornered, and rightly so.

"That is not a fair assessment." Cristina bluntly replied.

"Doctor Yang, has it ever occurred to you that you might be the problem? Right, leave this man alone. Go torture the new attending. (Y/S/N), you got the results?"

You passed the results over, leaving as soon as Bailey waved you off, so you could go on your way to pester Cristina.

"So... why is the new cardio attending not to your liking this time?" Cristina rolled her eyes and groaned as she heard the teasing in your voice. You followed her, ignoring the annoyed look on her face, "Let me guess... weird hairdo that keeps distracting you? Bad breath? Silly walk? Or are they just not at your level?" You air quoted, making Cristina stop to stare at you before she continued her walk, but you knew she would talk after that.

"She might have been it once, but oh no, not anymore. She made me put in a temporary transvenous pacemaker because she hadn't done it in ages."

You grimace, having to admit how bad it sounded that a cardio attending didn't know how to., "At least she admitted it?"

Your comment went completely over Cristina's head, who was still fed up with the situation, "She's inexperienced, inadequate and is definitely not a cardio goddess. She's a desert storm barbie, who hasn't seen the inside of an OR in like 10 years. Owen was wrong to bring her here."

"Well... you've used up your three wishes and Webber and Bailey are done with your complaints... so I think you're gonna be stuck with her."

Cristina let her head fall back and let out the biggest groan before turning into another hallway, leaving you to shake your head as you walked to the lifts.

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"So, what do you think of the new cardio attending? Excited to learn from her?" Arizona draped her stethoscope around her neck, following you out of the room.

"I can't say, haven't met her yet... but Cristina seems to be really happy with her."

Arizona raised an eyebrow before she saw the look on your face.

"Oh, yeah, I heard. Wait-" Arizona looked at her pager, "Hm... speaking of the devil, Yang paged me. Walk with me?" She squeezed your arm, hoping you'd follow her.

You briefly caught up with your friend as you walked through the hospital. Jackson and Cristina were standing around a hospital bed, but before the two of you could approach, Arizona's pager went off once more,

"Hm... can you inform the parents of one of our preemie babies of his vitals? They're going home and would like to hear everything's still alright before they leave. Check his vitals with them in the room or they're not going to want to leave. They're persistent, but they're good parents. " Arizona gave you a soft smile as you nodded and grinned, doing as she told, not seeing the other blonde approaching Arizona behind you as you walked away.

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You were leaning against the wall, waiting for Arizona to finish up since she was your ride home, when a happy Cristina all but skidded out of the resident's lounge.

"You're being weird. What's gotten you so happy?" You noted as Cristina's frown from that morning had turned into a wide grin.

"Guess who did a Takeuchi repair today?"

"You did not!?" You gasped and stood up straight, your full attention now on Cristina.

"Uh, not all by myself. But she did let me do the coronary artery anastomosis."

You raised your eyebrows, still surprised. Cristina was a great resident, but that was a big shot surgery, even for her. "Damn, are you taking back your words about her now?"

"Yeah, probably. Which means-" She turned serious again, pointing a finger at you, "The games have begun." She let out another ecstatic laugh before walking off, letting you know you would have to step up and fight to get hours on cardio with the new attending.

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You walked into the lifts the next morning, the coffee Arizona had gotten you in one hand, the charts of the nightshift in the other. You only had five minutes to read them all and then inform your attending of the day of any changes. But with the coffee in your system, you knew you could do this.

You skimmed the first few pages of one of the charts as other people hurried into the lift right as the doors closed. A few floors later, you knew it was your turn to step out when the doors opened. Not wanting to waste any time, you kept your head low to read the charts, but you had to look up and stop when someone crossed your path- quite literally.

A woman hurried by, apologising to people left and right as she rushed through them. Though she had been fast, you had not failed to catch a glimpse of the face that you once so adored.

Teddy Altman.

She hadn't seen you, probably because your nose had been buried in the charts, or because she had been in a rush. You watched her disappear through the double doors towards the OR's and that's when it clicked. Teddy, your old friend from back in New York, the same Teddy that was in love with cardio, was the new cardio attending Cristina suddenly seemed to be gushing about.

You ditched your coffee somewhere, your body suddenly being filled with nerves and stress. It had been years seen you'd seen her. Ever since your mutual friend Allison had passed away on that damned day, you had lost contact with Teddy. Almost as if she had disappeared. Just like that. No note, no phone call, no goodbye. Maybe it had been for the best. The abrupt ending to your friendship had helped you get rid of the wish that it would ever become something more. Teddy was gone, and so were the feelings you had secretly been harbouring inside. But seeing her now... It overwhelmed you how only a glimpse of her could bring back the crapload of memories the two of you had shared. You slipped into one of the vacant seats in the waiting room, clutching the charts against your chest.

"No sitting, (Y/S/N), you've only just started your day. Let's go! We've got jobs to do. Chop-chop!" Bailey walked by, gesturing for you to get up and go.

You stood up, took the deepest breath and made a promise to yourself-

It's been years. You changed. You were no longer the EMT Teddy used to know. You took great pride in the fact you had grown, as a person and as a doctor. You were a resident now. Besides, for all you knew, Teddy didn't want anything to do with you anymore. She must have changed too. Besides, who knows what happened to her after you lost each other.

Teddy might be back, but your feelings were long gone.

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You walked into the cafeteria, talking with some of the Mercy West residents as you grabbed your lunch, placing it on the tray in front of you. You rolled your eyes as they started to gossip, happy you had your food so you could walk away from that. Shaking your head, you turned around to scan the cafeteria, your eyes landing on Arizona's, who waved you over. You froze in your spot as you saw the back of Teddy's head, who was seated at the same table. Without thinking, you turned around and left the cafeteria in a hurry, the tray still in your hands. You hoped you had been fast enough before Teddy could have seen who Arizona had waved to.

Facing Teddy was not on your to-do list any time soon.

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You had successfully managed to avoid running into your old friend all day, rather doing scut or helping out in the clinic than scrubbing in or helping with consults. Anything to stay out of Teddy's way.

"So, will you tell me why you ran like a chicken earlier today?" Arizona wore a playful smile as she from the doorway how you were grabbing your things.

"Um-" You shuffled some things around in your locker, trying to stall coming up with an answer. Arizona was one of your best friends and already knew whatever you would say would be a complete lie, "Stomach ache. Needed a toilet."

Arizona nodded her head, her playful grin not disappearing, "Yeah... I usually like my lunch with some nice sound effects and extra stench too."

"Wha-," You stopped to turn around, "I did not eat my lunch in a toilet."

Arizona shrugged noncommittally, going to the next topic, "Had fun removing haemorrhoids at the clinic today?"

You sighed defeatedly and pushed your jacket in your bag, glaring at Arizona, who was having way too much fun with this.

"Fine. I ate lunch in a toilet cubicle and helped out at the clinic today. What's wrong with that? They need all the help they can get."

"Meanwhile you could've scrubbed in with Doctor Altman and I. She let Yang fix the kid's Alcapa. Could've been you." She shrugged.

She patted your back as you passed her out of the lounge, letting out a groan at the missed opportunity. You clung your bag over your shoulder, greeting colleagues left and right, trying to play it off, but knowing Arizona was following close behind.

"Nice try," Arizona whispered in your ear as you waited for the lifts to arrive.

You sighed and turned around, about to shoot back a witty reply to wash the grin away from your friend's face, until you saw Teddy round the corner into the hallway, coming your way while she talked to an intern. The lifts dinged behind you, but you quickly pulled Arizona away, pushing her into the door that led to the staircases.

"Okay- wait, what just happened?" Arizona let out a breathy chuckle, her eyebrows raised as she tried to decipher what was going on in your head.

"We're taking the stairs down today! Let's go, I haven't reached my 10k steps yet!" You were already walking down, leaving Arizona to look back, thinking she might have missed something, until she eventually followed.

"Okay, tell me what's going on because you've been incredibly weird, all day long." Arizona stopped you when you were about to walk out of the hospital. You looked her in the eyes, seeing the genuine concern.

"Doctor Robbins!" You shut your eyes at the familiar voice and quickly turned around, slipping into the gift store unnoticed, still in hearing distance,

"I wanted to give you this for the follow-up surgery but you left so quickly." Teddy smiled softly, watching how Arizona looked around, noticing you had dipped, "Just read through it at home and we can discuss tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah! Sure! Thanks." Arizona's eyes fell on the back of your head as you tried to distract yourself by looking at the many different postcards of Seattle.

Teddy furrowed her eyebrows slightly, "Um... okay, well, we'll talk tomorrow."

"Sure thing!"

You waited until Teddy had disappeared into the lift again before stepping out from behind the rack, Arizona immediately pulling you out of the gift shop, her mouth agape as she watched with excitement, "You are crushing on Doctor Altman!"

"What? No!"

"What else can it be? That's why you've been avoiding every place she's at like the plague. I knew you would like her, but I didn't know you would like her this much." She raised her eyebrows suggestively, the grin on her face only widening as you sighed and walked out of the hospital.

"I'm not crushing on her. I haven't even met her yet. I'm just... shy... to meet new people. I need more time."

Arizona snorted as she followed you to her car, "Yeah, sure, that's it." But she grew serious when she saw the conflict in your eyes, "You know you can tell me, right? Anything. I don't judge."

You turned in your seat, it was clear you were battling thoughts in your head. You let yourself fall back against the seat as you sighed,

"I don't want Teddy to see me. Not yet, at least."

Arizona rose an eyebrow, silently telling you she needed more information if you wanted her to understand.

"We knew each other. Back in New York."

Arizona nodded slowly, knowing about your life as an EMT in the Big Apple, "Did you fall out? Did you fight? What happened?"

"That's the thing- I don't know. One day we were friends, the next... she was gone? This is the first time I've seen her since 2001 and... I don't know, it threw me off. I don't know what to do or say now."

"She hasn't seen you yet?"

You shrugged, "No, I don't think so. Not that I know."

"Well, were you great friends before she left?"

"You could say that. I just-" You stopped yourself, sneaking a glance at Arizona, who looked back at you with an encouraging smile, "Oh God- okay... I just always feared I might have scared her away?"

Arizona pursed her lips before hearing what you rambled out next, "I had like, the biggest crush on her and for a while, I thought she had one on me too until I realised she was like that with our mutual friend Allison too and-"

"Doctor Altman likes girls?!" Arizona gasped, intrigue written on her face. You quickly shut her down, not wanting to start the spread of another rumour in the hospital,

"No?! I don't know! I don't think so. No."

You sat in silence for a while until Arizona opened her mouth, "Well, I think it would be best if you just rip the band-aid off tomorrow. I don't think she'd appreciate finding out you avoided her for as long as you could. It's probably going to be awkward either way."

You nodded softly, knowing Arizona was right, "Will you help me?"

"Pfff, of course! I got your back." She smiled at you as she drove out of the car park.

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You kept yourself busy by alternating between buttoning and unbuttoning your lab coat and fixing your hair, wanting to look presentable since Teddy hadn't seen you in years. It was silly, how you hadn't been able to let go of the nervous habits you had whenever you'd be around her. But the worry Teddy would be disappointed to see you again made it worse this time.

"Stop that, you look great." Arizona smiled encouragingly and fixed your collar as you started to play with your fingers instead, needing something to try and keep your nerves under control.

"Ready?" She asked you as she stopped in front of the room Teddy had paged her to. You gave her a curt nod and took in a breath as she opened the door, revealing Teddy who was looking at the whiteboard in front of her.

"Doctor Altman, I brought a resident who's gonna help me with this case. Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all! I went ahead and-" She stopped midsentence when she turned around, her eyes locking with yours. Sure, you had changed over the years, but you knew Teddy would recognize you in an instant.

"(Y/N)?" She breathed out, her face going from confusion to shock to excitement in just a few seconds.

"Oh my God, it's really you?" She walked up to you, her arms open to welcome you in a hug. Teddy let out an awkward chuckle as she noticed you didn't move a muscle, but she slowly and unsurely wrapped her arms around you when you took a hesitant step forward.

"It's so good to see you again! How- I- What?!" She smiled and rubbed her cheeks, trying to wrap her head around the fact you were standing in front of her, and trying to stop herself from panicking. "You left New York? When? You're a resident now!?"

"It's been years, a lot can happen." You squeezed your fingers behind your back, realising how harsh it sounded, no matter how much she deserved the cold shoulder. You just wanted to get this over with.

Teddy's smile faltered, but only momentarily, before her eyes filled with glee again, "So- what's happening? What's new? How did you get here? Are you.... third year? Or-"

"I love this little reunion but maybe it's best we focus on the surgery now...We've got little time." Arizona butted in with an apologetic smile, seeing you needed a breather.

"Yes! Of course, apologies." Teddy turned back to you, her face unreadable, but her gut wrenched with the guilt she suddenly felt. Your eyes said it all.

"We...um, should catch up later." She spoke before she quickly turned to face the whiteboard again, muttering something under her breath, hoping to be able to mask her panic in the next few hours of you two working together.

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"Go!" Arizona mumbled out, bumping your hip when you stopped, seeing she was gesturing to Teddy waiting in line. "Go break the ice!"

"I thought I already did that this morning?!" You whisper-yelled back but was pushed forward by your friend.

"Oh- hi!" You shot her a wry smile, albeit awkwardly, as Teddy turned around. "Want to...um... eat lunch outside with me? Catch up? It snowed last night and uh, I know you used to love-"

But you stopped as you saw Teddy nod and smile, "I'd like that."

"So, Seattle, huh?" Teddy started once you had found a vacant bench outside the hospital. "I thought you said you could never see yourself leaving New York?"

"Yeah, well, I got the opportunity to do my residency here... I wanted to start fresh, and New York isn't what it's been after-" You stopped, noticing how Teddy tensed. She took her time eating her sandwich, stalling an answer before she eventually had to speak.

"It's good to see you ended up where you wanted to be. Seems like all those times I helped you study for med school weren't in vain." She smiled with her eyes as she took another quick bite of her lunch. She tried so hard to read your energy, but you seemed closed off.

"Don't get me wrong, I loved being an EMT, but this is good. This is great. I'm happy now. This is the right path for me."

Teddy gave you a soft smile as she truly took you in for the first time, daring to stare at your side profile now that you were focused on your own lunch. You wore your hair differently now, your face looked a bit more mature and you also seemed more reserved, but maybe that just had to do with the awkward tension still floating between you two. Your eyes though, still gave her the same comfort, even if she had lost the ability to read them, apparently.

"What's it going to be? You got your eyes set on a specialty already?"

You nodded while taking a sip of your drink, "Cardio or peds... though I sometimes like to dabble in neuro."

Teddy let out a breathy chuckle, "Ha! Knew it! I recognized the light in your eyes every time I helped you study cardio cases."

"Well, you made it fun. It was hard not to like it by the way you explained it. You seemed passionate about it so of course, I would try to feel the same way."

She nodded to herself, the corner of her lip curling up slightly before she changed the subject, "Where were you on Monday? Doctor Robbins and I did an alcapa surgery together, you would have loved that. Would have been the perfect match for you."

"Oh, um, I don't know, I think I was helping in the pit all day? It was a busy day." Deciding to change the subject once more, you opened your mouth again, "Where did you end up? You left but never said anything, I was worried for weeks until I eventually had to let it go."

Teddy stopped and put her lunch down, "I joined the army..." she watched closely as you raised your eyebrows in surprise, "Almost immediately after... That's were I met Hunt and that's how I got here."

You nodded softly, trying to put it all into place in your head. She obviously gave you the short explanation, as she had left out years of details. But you figured she did so for a reason, and you respected her decision.

"Wasn't I worth a goodbye though?" You chuckled dryly, half joking, half serious.

"God- no, I mean yes! Of course! You deserved an explanation, that's on me, I just... had to go. I couldn't breathe. I hadn't been in a right state of mind for a while, especially after my parents passed away... and then Allison..."

You put your hand on her leg, "Teddy, it's alright, you don't have to explain further. Sorry... I just- All I actually needed to know was if you were still alive. I was dying inside not knowing if you were alright-" You bit the insides of your cheek as Teddy's hand was placed over yours. She sighed and looked out in front of her, her fingers tangling with yours as she squeezed your hand.

"I am so sorry. You deserved a proper farewell."

You nodded, agreeing, but decided to stay silent, sensing that Teddy already knew how bad she had messed up.

"So um, are you staying here? This is not a temporary thing?"

She squeezed your hand again, just to reassure you, even if she felt tortured by all the lost memories and feelings resurfacing,

"Yeah, I plan on staying." She cleared her throat, "Which is why I'm glad we worked this out right now? I mean, we're good, right?"

Thoughts circled through your head while you felt your chest tighten. Having to be around Teddy again would be a challenge, especially seeing how you left things. But you could manage. You were a surgical resident, for heaven's sake, and you were not going to let an old friend from the past ruin anything.

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[fangroyal]

#3 What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Fun Meta Asks for Writers

Adding the link to the ask game at the start this time, 'cause this is gonna be a long one, y'all. 😂

Where do I even begin? First of all, @angie-leena​, thank you so SO much for sending me this ask! It was the kick in the ass I needed to get me to actually write this scene, and for that I’m extremely grateful. I still don’t know if I’m entirely happy with the finished product, but it exists now, and that’s something.

So some of you may remember (if anyone actually follows my ramblings, haha!) that I’ve been simultaneously complaining about and obsessing over this gigantic WIP I’ve had since fucking March 2019. Nearly two and a half years have passed since I put the first word to paper, and oh how I’ve loved to cry out in frustration about how I have about 12k written on the stupid thing and yet not a single scene finished.

AT LEAST

NOT UNTIL TODAY

YES, I’VE DONE IT. I’ve finished a scene on this amazing, wonderful, and incredibly stupid WIP, and I could just cry.

FYI for anyone who doesn’t know what the fuck I’m talking about (which I’m sure is everyone, ‘cause I don’t expect anybody to remember this insane thing I’ve been shouting about all this time, LOL): this is the Slytherin My Gryffindor WIP. Yes, that is a working title. 😅 I will find a better one.....some day.......Ron/Draco is the main pair, but there will also be plenty of others sprinkled in the background.

Anyway, about this ask and that context I haven’t been arsed to write yet...

Context required in order to understand this scene 😂:

Fred Lives AU

The Muggle world and the Wixen world has kind of mixed in recent years, and it’s very common for magical people to be using Muggle technology

The Weasley twins have opened a second shop in Diagon Alley...selling sex toys (yes, really)

Their first original product line issssssss..........dildoes shaped like the Weasley brothers’ own dicks (and a fleshlight kind of thing for Ginny)

Yes this is crack!fic (but, like, also not???)

Ron has been made general manager of the shop and is there all the time, as they’re incredibly busy

Draco wants 👏 that 👏 D 👏, but is worried about Ron finding out, so keeps coming into the shop randomly hoping he won’t be there (and of course he always is)

Eventually there’s a day where Ron’s in the backroom, Charlie’s visiting and helping out at the register, and when Ron emerges, Charlie informs him that Draco Malfoy has just run in and bought Ron’s dildo

Cue Ron being incredibly turned on by this notion

So that pretty much brings us up-to-speed for this scene - it’s been a few days now, and Ron’s been trying to figure out a way to contact Draco to talk to him about the whole thing, since they never became friends or anything after the war and don’t regularly talk unless they’re just seeing each other around

The fic is meant to touch on, like...fame in the aftermath of the war (i.e. why anyone would be interested in sex toys modelled after the Weasley siblings in the first place)

Ron has evolved from his teenage self and grown to hate the fame - it prevents him from being able to date, because the press can never let him keep anything private

After this scene, the fic will focus on Ron and Draco developing a sexual - and eventually romantic - relationship (originally under the guise of “testing out” other products from the shop together)

They will try their best to keep their relationship a secret, but, like...everyone knows 😘😘😘

Also Draco is a model in this one (not important for this scene, but just thought you might want to know 😂)

In addition, some warnings/content to make note of before reading:

NC-17 (smut incoming!)

Technology circa 2005

Phone sex

Semi-public sex

Sex toys

Both Ron and Draco are a little drunk (but very consenting!)

Crack taken way too seriously

Of course, this hasn't been betaed or Britpicked, so I apologize for how very rough it is right now, lol. It will likely be a little (or a lot!) different if I ever actually finish this whole fucking fic and post it later on. I am treating this scene like a “sneak peek” of the fic, because I definitely do still want to try to finish it someday...

HOLY SHIT, I had a LOT more to say about it than I thought. 😅 So anyway. Scene under the cut.

Friday night at the Dragon's Head was packed. It took a bit of initiative, but Ron, Seamus, and Dean finally managed to snag them all a table in the back corner, hoarding the extra seats till Harry and Neville finally arrived, trailed closely by Ginny and Parkinson ― who were curiously short one blond wizard.

Ron tried not to think about it. He bought the first round with Harry, listening to him chat about the recent Puddlemere match against the Magpies. They ordered nibbles for the table. Ron munched on chips, his heart skipping every time the door opened across the room and another few patrons trickled in.

He was on his third pint of the evening when he started getting antsy. He sipped his Simison, using the light smoke curling around the rim of the glass to discreetly glance around the pub, hoping to spot a familiar head of blond hair in the crowd. His foot tapped impatiently on the floor.

"Is he coming, then?"

Ron's head snapped to attention. Ginny checked the door as well before turning back to Parkinson.

"Who?" Neville asked, snagging a vinegar-soaked chip from the bowl in the center of the table.

"Malfoy," Ginny said, craning her neck to see her girlfriend's screen.

Parkinson tapped away on her mobile, shaking her head. "No. Says he's already curled up with a bottle of wine and a good book, and doesn't fancy getting all done up."

Fucking hell. Ron drained the dregs at the bottom of his glass. It wasn't often Malfoy joined them on a mostly-Gryffindor outing ― not unless Parkinson could convince him. Somehow, Ron felt he should've known it wouldn't be in the cards tonight. Conversation pivoted again, and Ron ran his fingers up the sides of his empty pint, thinking.

At some point, Seamus and Harry set off to get another round, and Ginny hurried away with them after a quick peck to Parkinson's cheek. Neville and Dean had gotten into a chat about proper Mimbulus mimbletonia care, and Ron saw his chance. He could feel his heart start to thud in his chest as he cleared his throat, raising his voice to catch her attention.

"Parkinson?"

She turned back from watching Ginny leave, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes?"

"Think you could give me Malfoy's number?"

The smirk she gave him in response made his hands shake a little as they drummed against the tabletop.

"Whatever for?"

Ron stared her down, knowing full well any excuse he told her would never be enough. Parkinson's expression was predatory ― as if she already knew the answer anyway. He waited for her to comment, bracing himself.

To his surprise, she instead dug her mobile back out of her handbag.

She turned the screen towards him, and he typed the number directly into the dialer on his phone. He waited a few minutes until everyone ― Parkinson included ― had moved on to other things and forgotten about him, and then slipped from the table.

Ron shouldered his way through the crowd to the loo, pushing inside and locking the door behind him. It was a small room, hardly bigger than a broom closet. There was a toilet and a sink, a grimy mirror hanging above it, and a dim ceiling lamp that barely lit the space.

Ron backed up to one side of the room and slumped against the wall. He gripped the phone in clammy hands. Those pints had picked a perfect moment to hit him all at once. Ron blinked away the creeping dizziness, staring down at the numbers glowing dauntingly on the tiny screen. He'd been unable to get it out of his mind for days ― the image of Malfoy riding his dildo ― and now that he had a way to contact him, he was frozen. The leaky faucet dripped, the sound maddening as it mingled with the rush of blood in his ears. This was stupid. This was so bloody stupid.

He hit call.

Ron held his breath, cupping the phone to his ear. The line rang and rang, until he started to realize he didn't have a plan B. What if Malfoy didn't answer? What if he had to leave a voicemail? What would he even say? He should've just texted him, damn it.

Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped. There was rustling and a mumbled, "Bloody useless thing." Then, louder, "Yes?"

"Malfoy?"

"Yes, this is ― Weasley?"

Malfoy sounded surprised. Ron breathed out gradually, his heartbeat slowing with it. Malfoy's voice was clear and present on the other end. No looking back. He tried to think of something to say, and only came up with one thing.

"Haven't seen you round the shop yet this week."

"Don't tell me that's really why you called." Malfoy sighed, trying to sound put-upon, but Ron could hear the hint of nerves underneath. "If you must know, that would be because I found what I'd been looking for."

"I know."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. For a moment, Ron thought Malfoy might hang up. But then he cursed quietly. "Damn that brother of yours. Incorrigible."

So it really was true. Charlie hadn't just been taking the piss. Ron felt a warmth flare up in his belly, spreading down to the tops of his thighs.

"Try growing up with him. And the twins? Now that's a real nightmare."

"I was trying for discreet, but you were always there."

Ron leaned further back against the wall, staring up at the dark ceiling above. He thought of all those times Malfoy had dropped in at the shop, only to hurry out again if Ron ever came too close. Malfoy had jumped at the chance when Ron had been called away to the back that day.

Malfoy cleared his throat. "Well. You know. So what, then? Looking to mock me for it?"

"You always assume the worst with me. Why is that?" Although Ron couldn't exactly blame him. He hadn't given Malfoy much else to go on in years past. Neither of them had. "No. No, I was calling because…" Why had he been calling? It had seemed such a natural thing when he'd asked Parkinson for Malfoy's number not five minutes ago. "I was curious. If there was, er." He waved his free hand, searching for the words. Nothing sounded right. "Any particular reason for it."

Malfoy laughed ― a short bark of a sound. "I mean, obviously yes. It's a sex toy, Weasley."

Ron snorted, taken aback. "That's not ―"

"Actually, I thought it'd make a nice statement in the middle of my dining table. It would be an excellent conversation piece for dinner parties."

"For fuck's sake, Malfoy, I didn't ―"

A chuckle rumbled through from the other end of the line. There was that snark again. Merlin, it made Ron hot, his skin blooming from his collar up to his ears. He chewed his lip, pulling back the grin that threatened to spread across his face.

"I only meant ― was there a reason? That you'd picked mine?"

The line suddenly went quiet. Ron had to check his phone just to make sure the call hadn't dropped.

When Malfoy finally replied, his voice was soft, uncertain. "What would possess you to call and ask me that?"

Ron breathed in slowly, his hand tapping an incoherent rhythm on his thigh. "Well, I'm a bit pissed, to be honest," he admitted, still feeling the slight burn the Simison had left in his throat.

Malfoy didn't say anything more at first. The lamp above buzzed as the faucet continued to drip. Ron could hear the noise from the pub pressing up against the other side of the door.

Then, Malfoy said, "Maybe there was."

Ron felt his heart jump into his throat. "Was what?"

"A reason why I bought it," Malfoy said slowly, deliberately. "Figure it out, Weasel."

Oh, bloody hell. Ron took a shaky breath. Every nerve felt like it was on fire.

"And...how was it?" Ron heard himself ask as if from very far away.

Even over the din of the music beyond the bathroom door, he could hear Malfoy swallow. "It was good."

"Oh, ta." Ron chuckled despite himself.

"No, I mean...Bugger." It was nice hearing Malfoy so flustered. A rare occurrence, and one that the little fluttering pixie in Ron's stomach very much wanted to repeat. "It was brilliant, alright? Happy?"

Brilliant. The word tingled down Ron's spine. For some reason, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. Bloody hell, was this really happening? He thought of fleeting insults thrown in the school corridors all those years ago ― then he thought of a night just a few months ago, the look in Malfoy's eyes as Ron told him about the shop.

"You wrote a song about me once, if I remember correctly," Ron said, feeling deliriously happy.

"I suppose I did." Malfoy sighed.

Ron's eyes flicked to the door, to the noise of the crowd beyond. "Why didn't you want me to know?"

"Oh, please, Weasley," Malfoy said bitterly. "Pick a reason."

"I know, but ―" Ron tried to argue, but Malfoy cut him off.

"You don't owe me anything. It would be incredibly unfair for me to expect you to be interested in return."

Ron supposed that was fair enough. He'd had similar feelings towards Malfoy until very recently.

"I would be, though. I mean ― I am."

Saying the words out loud gave them a weight Ron hadn't felt before. He let them roll off his tongue, flattened the tip of it along his lips as he thought about flashes of icy blond hair, high cheekbones, and long fingers swirling around the rim of a glass. He thought of the moment he'd finally realized Malfoy had been looking back.

"Oh." Malfoy paused, seeming surprised by that revelation. "Good to know."

Malfoy fidgeted. Ron listened intently, hearing the breath he released and the scrape of his fingers against his mobile.

"You wouldn't ― ah." Malfoy caught himself, and Ron waited for him to continue, his ears ringing. "Would you want to…?" Malfoy trailed off, finishing his thought with a scoff.

"Would I want to what ― oh."

Oh.

Ron swallowed hard. He wanted to believe Malfoy was asking him what he thought he was asking him, but even after everything, it was almost too good to be true. The long stretch of awkward silence on the other end told him he was right, though, and that made him jittery, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

"I could be reading too much into this," Malfoy muttered.

"No, no, definitely not. I mean." Ron licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling far too dry. "I just don't want you to think I expect this."

Malfoy made a sound, and Ron could practically feel him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.

"Oh, so you don't ring up every person who buys a model of your cock and ask them how they enjoyed it?"

"What? No, of course not!" Ron stopped, realizing, and laughed at himself. "You're joking. That was a joke."

"Terribly clever, this one."

A sudden jiggling of the door handle made Ron jump, almost dropping his mobile in the process.

"Occupied!"

He fumbled with the phone, his heart thudding wildly. When he put it back to his ear, Malfoy was laughing. The sound made Ron feel weak in the knees.

"Where are you?" Malfoy asked, still snickering.

"In the loo at the Dragon's Head."

"Oh, of course." Malfoy sucked his teeth contemplatively. "Hang on. Is there anyone in there with you?"

Another frustrated turn of the door handle.

"It's a single."

"Good." Malfoy lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Do you want me to use it?"

Ron pressed his hand flat against the door, waiting until he heard the bloke give a huff and storm off. "Use what?"

"Your dildo, Weasley."

The silken drawl of Malfoy's voice spread like gooseflesh across Ron's skin. "Right now?" he asked incredulously, although he was already half hard at the thought.

"I could give you an exclusive product review. Unless you don't want to."

"No, I do!" Ron replied quickly, and Malfoy laughed again, making him blush.

"Eager, are we?"

"Yes." Ron passed a hand over his face, trying to laugh as well, but it came out shaky. Merlin, it had been all he could think about for the past few days. Still, he'd never imagined Malfoy would offer it outright. "Just didn't take you for the phone sex type."

Malfoy hummed. "You caught me in a randy mood. Now how do I ― ah, right."

Ron assumed he'd been put on speakerphone, as there was now an echo. He dug out his wand for a moment and cast a quick Silencio on the bathroom. It was a wonder how he had the brain power to spare, when all the blood in his body was suddenly rushing to his cock. He could hear Malfoy fumbling for something on the other end.

"Where are you?" Ron asked in return, trying to distract himself from the heady thrum of anticipation.

"In bed. Naked," Malfoy added with a hint of a smirk in his voice. Ron groaned, shutting his eyes against the image of Malfoy stretched out on soft sheets, hard and waiting for him. Merlin, had he been naked the whole time they were talking? Ron pressed the heel of his palm to the crotch of his jeans.

Malfoy went silent for a moment, until there was a faint intake of breath. His bed creaked distantly in the background.

Ron licked his lips, cupping his hand around the solid, hot line of his cock under his trousers. "Are you prepping yourself?"

"Of course." Malfoy breathed out steadily, the bed creaking again. "You're bigger than I thought you'd be. Although I'd always wondered."

Fucking hell. Ron arched against his hand. Was he really going to get his cock out in a pub toilet? The last shred of his resolve melted away when he heard Malfoy moan, low and guttural, a sound that shot straight through Ron, all the way to his toes. He imagined Malfoy laying back, his knees bent up, and slick fingers down between his legs, pressing in and out of his puckered hole. Ron was switching the phone to his left hand before he could give it a second thought. He flicked open the button on his jeans and pushed his pants down to hook under his balls, taking himself in hand.

Ron rolled his hand down over his length. Malfoy's breath hitched, and he cursed, the bed shifting with him. Ron caught his lip between his teeth, wondering how many fingers he had in him. He imagined himself leaning over Malfoy on the bed, licking a hot stripe along his neck as his hand worked him open, his thighs falling open as he settled between them.

"Fuck, I needed this," Malfoy breathed. Ron moaned, pulling his foreskin back and rubbing over the weeping head of his cock.

Malfoy muttered a Cleansing charm, and then a drawer was pulled roughly open nearby. Ron heard Malfoy pick up the phone, moving and setting it down again as he bounced on the bed, adjusting himself.

"Are you ―?" Ron wanted to ask, but he couldn't finish the thought, left hand gripping the phone hard as he tried to steady himself.

"Yes, gods."

Ron paused, listening as Malfoy shifted and panted on the other end. He didn't have to ask when it was fully in. He knew the moment Malfoy's breath faltered, the gasp he gave sending shivers down Ron's spine.

Malfoy huffed, the sound so loud to Ron's ears as the whole world funneled down to a point, to this moment as he listened to Malfoy move the toy inside of himself. He moaned, and Ron thought he could hear the squelch of lube on the other end of the line as it entered him.

"Talk to me, Weasley."

Malfoy sounded wrecked. It was enough to make Ron's toes curl just to hear it. It was almost too much to handle ― the idea of Draco Malfoy being thoroughly fucked out by a dildo modelled after Ron's own cock. Ron's head thunked back against the wall. His hand trembled a little as he began stroking himself again.

"Get on your knees for me," he said softly.

Malfoy swore. Ron heard him flip over, his panting breaths suddenly closer to the receiver. In his mind, he could see Malfoy bent over the bed, arse in the air and cheek pressed against the mattress, lips rosy and parted. He imagined himself knelt behind Malfoy, hands gripping his slender hips.

"There's, uh." Ron swallowed. "There's a self-shagging feature. If you want. The spell's ―"

"Oh, we're well acquainted."

"Fuck," Ron moaned. No way he was going to last like this. He rocked his hips, thrusting into the tight circle of his fist. Malfoy sounded like he was trying to collect himself, even as his voice broke on the last word. Ron couldn't begin to explain why that aroused him so much, but he didn't care, already speeding up his hand as it flew over his cock.

Malfoy cast the spell, and Ron felt his cry as the toy began to move on its own. The bed gave a jolt under Malfoy's weight. He gasped again, and Ron heard his fingers scrambling across the sheets.

Ron could almost see it. He imagined Malfoy's bowed back, his knees slipping and spreading apart, his toes curling. The bed creaked with each movement. A dildo of Ron's own making, Malfoy arching back onto it as it fucked him down onto the mattress. Merlin, he should've known Malfoy would take it so well, his eyes rolling back as he listened to the sounds Malfoy made as it thrust into him.

Ron closed his eyes and felt like he was sitting in the room, watching the whole show, watching a copy of his cock pound into Malfoy again and again. The pub outside the bathroom door fell away from him, and all he could focus on was Malfoy's voice and his hand on his own cock.

"Tell me how it feels," Ron choked out, wanting to hear it, see it, touch it, to watch Malfoy unravel under Ron's hands and cock, to capture each cry with his tongue.

Malfoy groaned. "So ― good ―"

"Tell me," Ron rasped again, thrusting his hips forward into his hand. "Tell me ― ah ― how good it is."

"It's so ―" Malfoy cried out, his hands skittering over the sheets. "So good ― so big ― I ―"

"Fucking hell, Malfoy."

At that point, Ron didn't know if he wanted to be watching the toy fuck Malfoy or if he wanted to take over for it. Was he really getting jealous of a dildo? He wished he was there. He wanted to tell Malfoy as much, but he couldn't manage it, instead moaning loudly as he felt his balls begin to draw up against him.

"Fuck, Weasley, you're gonna make me come," Malfoy whined, his posh accent slipping. 

Holy shit, and that was what did it. Ron made a gut-punched sound, his wrist flicking over the head of his cock. He was coming almost before he'd even realized. He barely had the presence of mind to do anything about it before the first spurt had dribbled onto the floor. He pushed off the wall and lent forward, pumping the remainder into the sink. He heard Malfoy swear, and Ron slumped back against the wall again, listening as he came apart with a shuddering cry.

The line went quiet once more. Ron rested his head on the tiles behind him, closing his eyes, holding his softening cock. For a long time, all he could hear was Malfoy breathing on the other end, his own heartbeat equally loud in his ears.

"I liked that. A lot."

Eloquent as always. Ron half expected for Malfoy to say just that, but instead he heard a very soft chuckle ― and then, quietly, "So did I."

Now that his heart rate was gradually slowing, the noise of the club outside wormed its way back in, reminding Ron of where he was, and what he'd just done. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, glancing at the door when he heard a chatty couple pass by. How long had he been in there? Were the others looking for him?

Another person suddenly banged on the door, and Ron started, pushing off from the wall and quickly withdrawing his wand, disabling his Silencio and spelling himself clean.

"Right." He wanted to say more. Merlin, he did. But instead all he said just then was, "Well, I should probably, er, get back to it. You know?"

"Of course." There was rustling on the line, and then Ron was off speakerphone, Malfoy's voice close and intimate again in a way that made him shiver. "Have a good night, Weasley."

"You too, Malfoy."

Ron exited the bathroom, ignoring the irritated look the other patron gave him as he slipped past.

The entire way back to their table, he felt like he was floating on a cloud. Harry gave him an odd look when he slid into his seat, pulling the fresh pint they'd bought him an indeterminable amount of time ago towards him. Ron couldn't even begin to catch up with what they were all talking about, his mind drifting to thoughts of Malfoy, his mobile a leaden weight in his pocket as the night wound on.

[kisshwa]

𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝐣.𝐰𝐲

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇʙᴏʏ!ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪᴍᴍᴇʀꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 — ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 1700+

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴜꜱᴇ, ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ (ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ)

waves of partiers continued to pile in, filling the place with even more drunken and stoned college students. it was a friday and no one had anything better to do than get wasted all night long. you found yourself hidden away in the kitchen with a few of your friends from class. the room was fairly quiet compared to the rest of the house; which whom you didn’t even know who it belonged to.

“y/n, pass me that tequila behind you, would ya?” jieun pointed in your direction, as you sat atop of the counter.

she was already super drunk but you did as she said, handing it over and watching her pour the liquid into a cup. you looked out into the living room where everyone was dancing, smiling at the fun everybody was having. you, however, only showed up for one person and had yet to see him walk through the door. it was pathetic really — sitting around, waiting for the moment he’d come strutting in and instantly have the girls pouncing on him.

you took another swig of the drink taeyang had mixed, getting ready to hop down and move to the dance floor when someone caught your eye. it was him, in all his god-like glory. the way the flashing led lights hit his skin, the way his face lit up when everyone began calling his name, the way his black hair was hanging in his eyes; everything about him was perfect. it was too bad he’d never be yours.

jieun nudged your knee, “you gonna talk to him tonight?”

“weren’t you just telling me last night that i need to stop talking to him? that he was only breaking my heart?” you arched an eyebrow at her.

she shrugged and took a sip, eyes still narrowing in on his face, “i mean, i have no room to talk. mingi and i are the same way, but if he makes you cry one more time, i’m breaking his face.”

you laughed, shoving her away jokingly. she patted your thigh and sent a wink before wandering off to another room. it took you a minute of thinking before you finally got down from the counter and headed out as well. just as you rounded the corner, you body collided harshly with another. you looked up to find the king himself with his arms up to avoid bumping you again. he stopped when he noticed it was you.

“y/n.” he smiled his stupid little smile.

“wooyoung.”

he continued walking into the kitchen, knowing you’d follow, “you didn’t tell me you’d be here tonight.”

he set his case of beer down in the fridge. ‘it’s not like it would matter anyway’ you wanted to tell him. he straightened back up and looked at you with raised eyebrows, waiting for your response. you looked him up and down with a deadpanned expression. as much as you wanted to hate him, for all he’s done, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“i didn’t even know i’d be here until a few hours ago.” you confirmed.

he nodded, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around you. you could smell that he had already been drinking, maybe even a hint of weed if you would’ve took the opportunity to lean in closer. he peered down at you, that little grin forming again.

“guess that makes you my beer pong partner by default, huh?”

you rolled your eyes and poked his side, “oh, please. i carry your ass in every game.”

the two of you walked out into the main area but you had pulled away from his grasp before anyone could see. the last thing you needed were boys teasing you and girls acting fake to get closer to wooyoung. almost everyone knew about your guys’s past but assumed all connections stopped once you cut things off.

it was nearing midnight and the party had yet to die down. some were passed out in the back and front yard, others were struggling to stand on their own two feet. you and wooyoung were on your final round of beer pong, earning a complete winning streak together.

“y/n! jieun’s throwing up in the bathroom!” taeyang yelled from the hallway.

you didn’t think twice and left the game instantly to go help your best friend. jieun was slumped over the toilet, luckily managing to make it on time and preventing a mess. taeyang stood behind her, hands on her hips as she looked down at her passed out friend. you rubbed jieun’s back and tried to pick her up, but with no luck.

“here,” a voice came from the door. “i’ll get her. where’s your car at?”

taeyang’s eyes flashed between you and wooyoung. she waited for you to signal that it was okay before answering. wooyoung hoisted her against his side, hands holding her tightly to assure she didn’t slip. you lead the one, clearing a pathway all the way out to taeyang’s car down the street, buckling her in.

she thanked him religiously before turning to you, “do you want to leave now or do you want me to come by later to pick you up?”

wooyoung’s held fell on your waist, “i have a dd picking me up around two. she can come with me, if that’s okay?”

taeyang double-checked with you to make sure you were comfortable with it. when you nodded, she sent you a flying kiss and climbed into the drivers seat. you watched as she drove away; with wooyoung still attached to your hip. he bent down and placed his chin on top of your head, eyes still following the vehicle.

“you have pretty great friends.” he announced. “i’m glad you found decent people here.”

you turned around to face him, arms absentmindedly snaking up and around his neck. maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the emotions you kept balled up, but you wanted nothing more than to kiss him right now. his eyes were dead-set on yours, setting off butterflies in your stomach. why did he have to be so damn perfect? why did he have to mess with your head like that?

just as you began to make a move, a car came flying down the road and made a screeching stop in front of you. wooyoung pursed his lips, mentally cursing his best friend for giving a terrible impression of his driving. san, the best friend in question, just about fell out of his seat when you opened the back door. he hadn’t seen you for the last five months, after everything went down.

“long time, no see.” he beamed, discretely glancing at wooyoung for some sort of explanation.

by the time you arrived at their apartment, you were still pretty tipsy; after downing the remains of your drink before hopping in the car. wooyoung guided you to his bedroom, though you were well aware of where it was. you fell down on the mattress, not bothering to take of your shoes. woo cringed and snatched your feet in his hands, placing them in his lap as he unlaced your sneakers. you began to doze off when you felt a cold swipe across your face. your eyes fluttered open to see him delicately removing your makeup.

“you’re too nice to me.” you whispered, staring at him fondly.

he chuckled, “i’m just making sure your skincare routine doesn’t get too messed up. it’s not good to sleep in your makeup.”

it was unbelievable how in love you still were with him. everything he did made your heart skip beats just like when you were dating.

“wooyoung?” you opened your eyes again. “why do we keep doing this?”

he hummed, “what do you mean?”

this time, you sat up so he could sit beside you. his face was full of concern, afraid he might have done something wrong by bringing you home with him. he just wanted to make sure you were safe.

“we broke up months ago, but we still hookup and party together and do things that exes shouldn’t do. we still obviously care for each other, so why are we not together anymore?”

wooyoung licked his lips, fiddling his fingers out of unsureness, “i-i don’t know, y/n. we just weren’t the same as before. our lives got so busy and neither of us had time for each other. there were times i questioned if i was still in love with you.. and that shouldn’t even be a concern of mine. that’s when i knew i had to leave.”

you both agreed to go your separate ways after breaking up. yet you still found yourselves searching for each other in big crowds and keeping an eye out for anyone who was getting a little too close to the other. you tried anything and everything to forget about him: one-night stands with strangers, drinking til you blacked. nothing worked.

“i’m tired of trying to find you in someone else.” you confessed quietly. “nobody compares to the way you care for and look at me. you were my first real love. how am i supposed to move on from that?”

his eyes shook, dancing from yours back to his lap. he had never been able to put into words how he felt, but you did it perfectly for him. no amount of drunken hookups with other girls could ever amount to the warmth you radiated when making love to him. he missed you; so much, it was embarrassing.

“y/n?”

you looked at him once more, hoping your words got through to him. he leaned in dangerously closer and pushed the stray hairs out of your face. his touch sent electricity through your bones. your mouth opened slightly, almost as an invite for him to kiss you.

just before he captivated your lips on his, he whispered ever-so-softly, “i love you.”

his hands found their home on your sides, nonchalantly pressing you down further on the mattress. you placed yours in his hair to pull him closer. while still at work, he managed to pull your top over your head. his kisses cascaded down your neck, across your chest, then trailed your stomach. you watched as he made sure to give every part of your body the love it deserved.

“if you love me so much, then stay with me this time.” you were breathless by his actions.

he peered up from his position between your thighs, the faintest smile on his face, “i’m never letting either of us walk away again.”

[shortracha]

rattled: a valentine’s day shake

a/n: sorta surprise! hehe i had so much fun writing this!! thank you @harrysgoldenbum​ for being my lovely beta and an all around gem! @soullikestyles​ , this is for you for loving these two as much as i do <3

summary: audrey gives harry his present early, and harry absolutely loses his mind (not really) 

warnings: cursing? a single spanish word? i think that’s about it. again, this is shmoopy fluff.

word count: 1.6k

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If someone were to ask Audrey what her favorite item of clothing was, she would, without a doubt, tell them it’s her maternity sweats she found at TJ Maxx. They were $5, and a bit big when she bought them, but she’s never looked back. Harry’s bought her several pairs that are similar, but they don’t compare to that pair. 

This morning, she finds herself sprawled across the bed in her favorite pair of sweats. With a snack bowl in hand, she watches the baby kick at her. Harry and Audrey are sharing a quiet morning to themselves before Harry has to go attend to some major work details this afternoon. Should be back for dinner, but it’s just not the same. He leaves for a week tomorrow as well, so they’re trying to make the most of the little bit of time they have.  

The window is cracked, the birds are chirping, and the air smells wet like it just rained. To Audrey, it’s the perfect type of morning.

“Look at her, she’s so active this morning.” Not even born yet, she’s already left awestruck by her little girl who’s showing her parents that she’s here and kickin’. Quite literally. Audrey likes to think that it means her baby is already strong, she clings to that thought. But also, damn does it hurt. Not every kick, but her belly starts to feel sore in the mornings when the baby does her thing.

“Yeah, she’s beating you up pretty good today.” Harry’s response is almost instant. He looks up from his book and places a hand on Audrey’s belly, waiting to feel his baby girl kick again. When she does, he smiles and offers his babygirl a quick, “Good morning to you too, little peach.” And returns to his book. 

Audrey tosses a grape into the air and manages to catch it in her mouth on the first try. She throws her arms up in celebration, and Harry high-fives her without looking up from his book. He does chuckle to himself, but it’s unknown if he is amused from the book he is reading or the actions of his fiancée.

“But, can you do it three times in a row?” He carefully places a bookmark on his current page and closes the cover. He reaches across Audrey’s lap, attempts to grab a few grapes. She smacks his hand away and scolds him with a quick, “¡Déjalo! It’s mine!” before scooting the bowl further from him, almost to the edge of the bed. He rubs his hand and pouts.

“Um, ow!” He exclaims dramatically. 

Harry crawls over her, grabs a handful of grapes, just to bother her, and wiggles into a more upright seating position. Back to the headboard, he tosses two up and catches them both in his mouth one after the other.

Audrey rolls her eyes, “Showoff,” she mutters with disdain.  

“I’m a showoff? Do you really want to play this game?” He laughs, incredulous. 

“Whatever,” She waves him off. As weird as it may seem, it’s moments like these that Audrey enjoys the most. It's the little things for her. She tends to remember them more, compared to others. It’s not always easy, but the little moments she gets to spend feeling normal with her best friend are ones she’ll treasure forever. 

“Help me down? I gotta pee.”

Harry hops down from his side of the bed and walks around, grabbing her hands and holding her steady as she scoots her way off the bed.

She shuffles into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as she beelines it for the toilet. 

“Uh, baby, could you close the door, maybe?” Harry’s question is more rhetorical in nature. He knows she’s not going to get back up to close the door. 

Since Audrey got pregnant, she’s become a lot less...private about a lot of things. She was never one to really care too much about the things some people would feel embarrassed about, but things took on a whole different level after she found out about the baby. 

“No, it’s fine.”

“But I can..hear everything.” He laughs on the last word, in disbelief at just how comfortable she seems to be around him. It’s a good thing, to be sure. She just shows it in odd ways.

A few minutes go by, Audrey does her business and begins her exit from the bathroom. 

“Hey, babe, would you mind if I gave you your present early?” Audrey calls out from the bathroom, but she’s not really looking for an answer. She’s already grabbed the small box from the linen closet on her way out and is approaching him, doing her best to hide it behind her back. Unfortunately, she fails.

“Well, I don’t have much choice, do I?” 

Harry’s not one to say no to presents, but they had agreed to wait until he got back from his trip. However, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited for the gift exchange.

“Don’t make it sound like it’s so terrible that you’re getting a gift, H.”

“‘M not ungrateful, if that’s what you’re implying.” He pretends to be offended, clutching his chest and an exaggerated gasp leaves his mouth. 

“It is.” He rolls his eyes at her response, Audrey just giggles. 

“Well, are you gonna give me my present, or am I meant to guess what it is first?”

She sets the box on the bed, lifts herself back onto it and slides next to him. Her nerves are bubbling, making her restless. Now, Audrey knows that Harry will be happy with whatever the gift is, but it still intimidates her, when it comes to giving a gift to her loved ones. But this particular gift has her feeling vulnerable and slightly uncertain.

“Here you go, sport.” 

“Don’t ever call me that again.” Harry demands. Instead of responding, she presses a gentle kiss to his cheek and taps the box. 

“Just open it,” he smiles and shifts to sit directly in front of him, eager to watch his reaction. 

“Okay, okay..” Harry trails off, losing his train of thought while he unties the bowtie on top of  the rectangular box. Setting the lid aside, he lifts a small leather photo album out of the box and Audrey’s heart begins to pound in her chest. 

“What’s this?” He asks with such a gentle voice, it’s barely above a whisper. He doesn’t wait for an answer, though, and opens the album to the first page of 12.

Inside, is a picture of Audrey sat on her knees in a black bra and panties, baby bump on full display. He sits there, carefully examining the photo, expression completely unreadable. Audrey has absolutely no idea how he feels. It’s terrifying. 

He takes the time to examine every photo He takes in every detail from each HD shot of Audrey in sexy position or another. Audrey’s favorite is a closeup shot of her chest, arm covering her nipples and her engagement ring sparkling to the camera. As he flips through the album, he keeps the same stoic expression. Each second seems to feel longer than the last. It drives Audrey crazy not knowing what Harry thinks of his gift.

Eventually, Harry reaches the last photo and the slightest hint of a smirk lifts from his lips and Audrey breathes a little easier. It’s a miracle she’s managed to stay quiet the whole time. It’s absolutely no small feat for her. 

“So...What do you think?” She’s meek, cheeks warming up in embarrassment. “Do you hate it?” Harry snaps the book closed and looks up to make eye contact with her. 

He offers her a sly smile, while he adjusts his pants. “Of course not!” His voice cracks ever so slightly, and Audrey lets out the most ridiculous laugh he’s ever heard. More a chortle than anything else. 

She catches on. 

“Which one do you like best?” She crawls beside him and takes the album from his hands.

“When did you do this?” 

“That’s not what I asked.” She browses the album herself, curious to see if she can guess which one it is. If she had to, it would be the black and white shot of her on the floor, knees skyward and back arched slightly, baby bump on full display again. “I did this not too long after we found out about Peach being a girl.” She recalls the time she left for the afternoon under the guise of a “girl’s day”. Harry never suspected a thing. 

“And you managed to keep a boudoir shoot secret? I’m impressed, baby.” He kisses her head in praise. “You know what, I think we should blow this one up. Do you have access to the digitals?” He points to the open page, the black and white floor shot, just as Audrey suspected. 

“A few of them, yeah. What exactly do you want that for, if you have the album?” She looks up at him, curious. 

“I want this one in the living room.”

“Absolutely not!” 

“C’mon, it would look so good!” He argues with her, tapping the page for emphasis. “You look so good!”

She feels her cheeks warm up again, beyond happy that he likes his gift. “You’re very sweet, but we’re not hanging anything up in the living room.”

“Why not? I should be able to show off how sexy you look!”

“Harry, I refuse to have a picture of me, nearly naked might I add, hanging in our living room.” Audrey crosses her arms and keeps a light scowl on her face. 

With some discussion, they finally manage to compromise; Audrey lets him hang up a canvas of the floor shot on the wall by the bed when he gets back from his trip. The album finds a home in the bathroom.

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Oh God

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!! Part 2

a/n: hehe i wouldnt put ‘x haikyuu’ if manager y/n ends up with that certain character. youll just have to,,,, wait for the end 😏

he didnt want to lie but he had to so he could survive

hinata offered his hand to help him up and natsu winced at the scratches and the slight headache as he stood on his two feet

��you okay?’

hinata asked and natsu nodded

‘yea, just a headache’

natsu tried to play it off as cooly as he could bc this must’ve been from the car hit before and he couldnt just say he got ran over by a damn car

‘where do you live? i can go and treat your wounds there’

natsu was about to respond but he remembers hes not in tokyo anymore and he cant just spout out his address

so he did the thing his mom told him to do whenever it was necessary

he lied

‘i-um,,,’

he fumbled for an excuse but he sighed to maintain the act

‘i got kicked out’

he mumbled and hinata had to make him repeat it twice because he said it so quietly

the tangerine boy gasped and held his arms

‘what?! why?!’

natsu sniffled

‘my dad,,,, he just,,, doesnt want me’

well, that was actually true

so a true statement could equal that lie, right?

thankfully, hinata bought it and he grabbed his arm to walk forward while his other was pushing his bike

‘i hit you with my bike so the least i could do is take you to my house and treat you!’

and that was what they did

natsu’s phone was dead even though he was sure he charged it from denki’s powerbank during practice but it remained its black screen no matter how many times he hit the power button

his surroundings was also something unfamiliar

his mother only kept him in tokyo and never took him to go visit her family because she was kicked out and had to go live with her auntie when she found out about him and his father refused to help her

‘so, sendai, huh?’

he mumbled and hinata looked at him confused

‘sounds like youre not from around here. where you from?’

‘t-tokyo’

he replied and saw hinata’s eyes brighten

‘oh?! you look like youre my age so you must have been in a high school in tokyo, right? what school?’

‘yuuei’

‘hah?! yuuei?! what is that?!’

natsu rolled his eyes and shrugged

‘a school’

hinata persisted though

‘do you know other schools?! any other school friends?! like nekoma?! or fukurodani?!’

natsu shook his head and he was supposed to be happy that he got to meet, even talk, to his idol yet his younger self was much more hyper than his mellowed out behavior on tv

‘i stick to my friends from yuuei’

‘but what are you doing all the way here?’

natsu’s throat dried up and he watched his feet kick the pebbles to distract him of his urge to just whine and throw a tantrum with the confusion from this mess

‘i dont know’

he choked out and he was so tired and confused and all he wants to do is cry in his mother’s arms like he used to but she doesnt even know he exists

hinata sensed the tension and sadness from the boy beside him and tried his best to stay quiet until they get home

to say his mom was angry was an understatement

‘SHOYO, DONT YOU KNOW TO WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING?!’

‘kaa-san i was so angry and bakageyama was yelling at me and hit me and-’

‘THAT DOESNT GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO RUN SOMEONE OVER!’

natsu sat there on their couch awkwardly watching the black-haired woman yell at the human tangerine

he coughed in impulse and she turned away from her son and went to sit next to the h/c boy

‘dear, im so sorry for my son and his terrible biking. i didnt catch your name when you entered, what is it?’

even hinata forgot to ask his name but thats such a hinata thing to do though

natsu froze

if he was to say his mother’s last name, it would raise suspicion that he might know her in this time period and izuku has shown him enough doctor who to show him what happens when he messes up in time

again, he lied

‘kiri,,,shima,,, natsu. kirishima natsu’

he inwardly apologized to eijirou for using his last name

mrs. hinata raised a hand to her mouth with a surprised gasp

‘oh! my daughter’s name is also natsu! natsu, dear! can you come here for a second?’

natsu heard soft sounds from the stairs and she shyly walked down 

‘come say hi’

she softly urged her daughter to come closer and the little girl ran to hide behind her older brother who gently smiled and held her hand

‘well, thats her. she just turned 10 a few days ago. look dear, kirishima-kun has the same name as you!’

she waved slightly and natsu felt his heart swell at the sight of the adorable little girl

his mother never really had time for relationships so he was an only child and never got to experience a sibling, only hearing the experience of having siblings from his friend, shouto

mrs. hinata placed a gentle hand on his arm to revert his attention back to her

‘shoyo told me what happened and im sorry that this is all happening to you’

he felt guilty at the sight of her sad eyes because this was all a lie but he knew if he told them the real reason, they wouldnt believe him

so he had to continue with the lie

‘everything was falling apart and i wanted to leave everything behind. so i just took the shinkansen to nowhere and ended up here’

mrs. hinata felt her heart tug because he was just a little boy and he was too young to experience this so she offered him something he shouldnt have agreed to but again, survival

‘you can stay with us in the mean time. our guest room has been collecting dust so you can live here’

‘what? no! i can’t!’

natsu instinctually turned it down because he hated people giving him charity

but the woman squeezed his arm to give him a smile

‘i will not allow a child to live in the streets because of something he couldnt help’

‘arent you worried youre inviting a total stranger in your home?’

but she gave him a knowing smile

‘im a mother. i can trust you, boy’

in exchange for board and food, he promised to get a part time job so he could pay her back and get out of their house as quickly as he could

shoyo led him to the bathroom upstairs so he could treat the wounds from the ground

natsu sat on the closed toilet seat while his literal idol was putting cream on his boo-boos

he still cant wrap his head with everything

maybe it was because he was so busy trying to come up with lies that he wasnt able to fully sit down and think about the fact that he just TRAVELED BACK IN TIME and could accidentally change it

‘shoyo, what year is it?’

he mumbled

‘2012′

he answered and natsu sighed but his head perked up

oh god

2012

thats a year away from 2013

the year he was born

that meant shoyo’s team manager was going to give birth to him next year

‘why? did you hit your head so far that you forgot?’

hinata joked but he paled when natsu didnt laugh

‘OH GOD DID YOU?!’

‘NO! AND STOP YELLING!’

natsu shouted, equally surprised

‘whew, thank god. again, im so sorry i hit you’

‘shoyo, dont worry about it, okay? im fine, i swear’

during dinner, mrs. hinata told him about his school situation

‘you can go to karasuno with shoyo. what year were you in?’

‘first’

‘perfect! shoyo is too so he could easily help you around the school!’

natsu nodded quietly, still out of it and his brain finally starting to accept this impossible reality

‘but i dont think i could help you with the entrance exams. im not the most-um-smartest, per se’

shoyo apologized but natsu already knew that

he was no extreme fanatic but he knew quite a lot about hinata shoyo, the player he watched during the 2021 olympics and the reason he started playing volleyball

natsu dreamed to join the msby jackals just like his idol did and eventually reach the national team like hinata did

it was during the olympics of 2021, he knew he wanted to be like him

this boy who sat next to him was the reason he came to love volleyball along with his other idol, oikawa tooru, from the argentina volleyball team after seeing that legendary match 

when oikawa hit that service ace, natsu wanted to be able to receive that

he was merely 8 and his neighbor, midoriya inko, was babysitting him and she placed him and her son who was his friend, izuku, in front of the tv where they watched the olympics match

‘someday, ill be someone great. ill be great like him’

he promised and from then on, he worked to achieve that goal 

‘natsu? hello?’

he was shaken from his thoughts as shoyo nudged him back to reality

mrs. hinata laughed

‘maybe you should head to bed early, dear. you must be tired after having a hard journey’

he nodded and was about to go and wash his dishes when she stopped him

‘no. go and sleep, ill take care of this’

‘i have to do my part in here, hinata-san. please, let me do this’

she finally agreed and he was scrubbing the plates when his mind wandered over to possible solutions on how he could go back

there was an episode that he watched with izuku that the character had to do something to go back

and he had a feeling that he would have to do the same thing

but what would that something be?

there had to be a reason he was thrown all the way in this time and it couldnt just be a coincidence that supposedly, this would be around the same time his mother would get pregnant

but who would it be?

he finished putting the plates on the drying rack and he felt really thirsty suddenly

opening the fridge, he found no water bottles and natsu had a very sensitive stomach so he couldnt drink tap water

his next favorite beverage was there and he pulled a glass from the cabinet

‘hinata-san, is it okay if i can have some milk?’

he called out and she shouted that it was okay

natsu poured the drink on his glass and started drinking it when hinata entered the kitchen and snickered at him

‘yknow, you remind me of my idiot teammate. none of my other friends drink straight milk except for him’

natsu placed the glass down and wiped his lips

‘chocolate milk make me sick and i hate the taste of flavoring in milk. but i just hate flavoring in general. except for gari gari popsicles, those are good’

natsu reasoned, watching hinata move across the room to get an apple

‘still ew. but come on! lets go to bed so i can show you around school early before practice tomorrow!’

natsu noticed his excitement by the way he bounced in place and he chuckled

it reminded him of his friends mina and denki

hinata led them both to his room so he could check his wounds again just to make sure

then something caught his eye

‘kirishima-kun you like volleyball?!’

that threw him off

partly because he wasnt used to being called by his friend’s last name

but also because of the question

‘huh? how do you know that?’

natsu asked, almost defensively

hinata shrugged

‘i saw your volleyball shoes in your bag’

hinata reasoned and excitedly pointed at them

‘you should play for us! im part of the team too! oh oh! what position do you play?!’

‘l-libero’

natsu stuttered out, slightly overwhelmed by hinata’s energy

hinata started circling him, inspecting his height and looking at him up and down

‘yanno, kirishima-kun, youre really tall. like much taller than the rest of my club. maybe not saltyshima but really!! youre so tall!!’

hinata whined in envy and natsu laughed

‘blame it on the paternal side of the family. my ma isnt really tall’

he laughs but then memories of his mother resurfaced and he suddenly felt gloomy, guilty, even, bc he doesnt know if time stopped there or it kept going and if so, shes probably worried sick

and he knew she was always one who blamed herself

hinata noticed his downcast expression and thought he probably remembers his dad and got sad since he got kicked out

so our baby sunshine freaked out and he frantically waved his hands around

‘oh no! gomen kiri-kun! gomen! i really didnt mean to make you think about him! gomen!!!’

he even bowed which surprised the h/c boy and made him stand back up

‘o-oi shoyo! dont! you didnt because i wasnt thinking about him!’

he fussed and patted hinata’s hair

‘i dont care about him. to be honest, there isnt much to think about’

he didnt think about what he said until he heard himself

natsu’s eyes widened, fearful of how hinata could take it but he flinched when the orange-haired boy’s eyes were filled with his own tears

‘OH NO!! KIRI-KUN!!!’

then launched another series of apologies and natsu had to calm him down

oh dear

it was early in the morning like 5 when hinata bursted into natsu’s room

the loud shout of shoyo made his eyes blink open and he groaned before turning to the side

‘come on, kiri-kun! we need to go to take your exam!’

‘nooooooooo’

‘yeeessssssss’

it was quite a battle for hinata to even just get natsu out of bed but he managed to bribe the latter with some milk bread from the bakery down the street

‘2′

natsu showed his two fingers and hinata sighed before nodding

‘yes. now go hurry so we can leave!’

dressed in his grey sweatpants and a yuuei sweatshirt, natsu cursed as he only has clothes good for 2 days and he didnt want to bother the hinatas so he was at a loss

mrs hinata bid the two boys good bye and natsu was yawning and dragging his body to walk while hinata was skipping over to his bike

then he finally realized the problem

he nervously looked at natsu and the taller boy didnt understand why he was looking at him that way

‘what?’

shoyo pointed at the bike and awkwardly smiled

‘uh,,, you see,,, i dont think youd,,, fit,,, at the back seat’

natsu shrugged

‘then ill bike. ive done it before’

he sauntered over to the bike and swiftly lifted his leg before testing out the brake handles

‘its good and better than mine back home’

‘a-are you-’

‘sit down, sho’

hinata gripped on to the back of natsu’s sweatshirt as he told him the directions to how to get to the school

natsu remembered watching an interview of hinata talking about his high-school life and he remembered the star player talking about his dedication to go to karasuno everyday for volleyball

and the boy couldn’t believe hes doing that right now, with his idol literally behind him, and driving to the legendary karasuno high school

from the jackals to the adlers and even some other teams like the frogs, natsu cheered for them

there was a memory of his mother sitting with him on their couch during one of her rare day offs as they rewatched the recorded copy of the olympics

it has become natsu’s favorite thing to watch

‘with great talent comes great hardships. people don’t become good overnight and i watched those people suffer through it all but look where they are now’

‘KIRISHIMA, WATCH OUT! COWS CROSSING!’

natsu was snapped out of his thoughts at hinata’s shout

then it morphed into pure and utter confusion

‘cows?’

shoyo laughed

‘since youre from the city, this must be a weird sight for you, huh? well, in the countryside, this happens a lot!’

but natsu didnt mind

in fact, he loved cows

he loved any farm animal in general

maybe it was his upbringing in the hustle and bustle of the city that he grew to love the countryside

shoto took him with his family to a trip to the country once and he remembered loving the smell of grass

they were able to do an activity in a farm where they worked in a rice farm and the peace and serenity was something he will always remember

his mother was lucky she grew up in a place like this

‘kiri-kun, ive been wanting to ask, how is your volleyball team in the city? are you a powerhouse?’

natsu felt pride bubble up in his chest

‘of course! we got second place in nationals!’

he boasted and blurted out before he could stop himself

then he felt fear

he shouldnt have said that because for all he knows, yuuei probably doesn’t exist at this time period

hinata had a different reaction and his eyes shone

‘WHAT?! WOAH! SO COOL! I HAVE TO TELL OUR CAPTAIN THAT WE’RE GETTING A POWERHOUSE STUDENT!’

‘uh-i-uh-’

natsu didnt know what to say because he had a feeling he definitely just did an oopsie

so he switched topics really quick to divert the attention away from his past

‘o-oi sho, once youre done being a pro volleyball player and stuff, we should have our own rice farm’

of course it was such a random idea but it distracted the orange boy

hinata shrugged

‘i mean,,, i have to be a pro first but i guess we can!’

‘hmm,,,, i dont think you have to worry about that’

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

handmaid - 30

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, vomiting

A/N: hope you enjoy this chapter x

NEXT CHAPTER

Things were quiet, much to quiet. It was so quiet you could only hear your single heartbeat, beating forcefully in your brain. The house layout itself seemed to match the lack of sound in the room with most objects being covered by dark slumber pieces of heavy curtain like fabric. Most of the decorative accessories like pantings and plants were gone and if one were to come into the house, they would believe it to be only inhabited by the dust and somber darkness that lingered around like a lost seashell in a stormy sea. 

Every once in a while, steps would break through the quiet atmosphere floor leaving him to only look around at the place where his mother once used to live in. After what seemed like a decade of waiting, his father had finally managed to free himself from everything that belonged to his late wife, even his son’s memories which with age seemed to falter every day. Next to the door however, was a very heavily pregnant woman. She couldn’t be anywhere below seven to nine months pregnant however she seemed to carry this hidden glow and love that inevitably seemed intertwined with the funereal in a ying/yang like atmosphere which led to a simply comfortable quietness.

However, Sebastian couldn’t take his eyes out from the pregnant woman. She couldn’t be much taller than the people around them, with long hair pushed back with a small, delicate pearl pin that matched the pearl-like button of her long blue flowy dress, probably the most comfortable thing a heavily pregnant woman could wear. She was makeup free and mostly jewelled-free expect for a small thin silver band on her fourth finger and the golden bird charm necklace. 

Noticing the blue eyes of the young mob boss to-be on her bump, the woman smiled softly at the boy before softly walking the wood floors with her soft ballerina shoes before taking a small seat next to the boy who had a walkman on his lap, with some headphones on yet slightly placed so that one of his ears were uncovered.

      - I saw you looking. - she had a princess-like tone to her voice, a sort of lively force that always permeated her voice. The colour drained for his voice, his mother’s words echoing in his mind about how staring was inherently rude and how he should always be an icon of mannerism. - Don’t be scared, I do look rather huge with this little peanut. 

      - Sorry. - he sheepishly hide his gaze from her, defences collapsing which greatly reminded Robin of his late mother. - When are you due?

      - Shouldn’t be too long. It’s a girl. Everyone wants her to be named Genevieve after the patron saint of Paris, however ... I rather enjoy Ella. It means beautiful or goddess depending on who you ask. - she spoke of her unborn child with an endless amount of love, almost as if she had already held the baby in her arms and looked into her eyes. - What do you like better?

      - Ella sounds like Cinderella.

      - You think she should be named after a princess? 

      - Sounds better. - he shrugged, not wanting to offend any of the names the woman had told them.

      - I will keep your opinion in mind, then. 

Y/N couldn’t exactly bare look at herself in the mirror anymore dressed in her friend’s wedding dress. It was almost like a cruel joke and she wondered if Gwen suspected anything as she would have to be extremely bad at picking tasks if it wasn’t. Nevertheless, there she was, dressed in white in front of the man who had taken her innocence, dressed in the white belonging to the wife that he was to take either he wanted it or not.

Truth be told, it was rather complicated to explain which one of them had their heart imprisoned and clenched yet if asked, one would probably guess it was Sebastian. He felt like an hypocrite, like someone who kept waving this promise of a peaceful place for the two of them, of a solution that he just couldn’t find. How was he to find the solution for a problem which he had been bound to since he was 13? He hadn’t even gotten his opinion heard, merely hearing from his father he would one day marry someone in order to strength an already strong family. Documents were signed, money was transferred yet he couldn’t help but spend sleepless nights wondering if he could just ... leave. There was always leaving. Several times he thought about knocking on her room at long hours of the night and just ... flee. Just go in the middle of the night, away from the constant danger that came with his position, away from the lousy lights of New York and the deadlines in between. However, he had no money to him if he were to escape. He couldn’t just withdrawal all his money from the banks and whatever he had stored in off-shores would never last for more than two years and he wanted nothing but to provide her with adventures in various far away frontiers. 

No, he couldn’t run away and so he would just spend more and more sleepless nights wondering what to do. He had promised her, Sebastian had promised her she wouldn’t be just a mistress and the mere thought, that being conscious or unconscious, of her being even mentioned as a possible mistress brought disgust and shivers. She would never be a mistress, no, Y/N was nothing like a mob mistress and he would be damned if she got called anything remotely related to it. 

Y/N on the other hand felt like Alice falling down a hole which she was too deep into to climb out. All she could do was wait until the laws of gravity pushed her onto her fate; crashing. One cannot deny the force of gravity even if their head was in the clouds and her head surely went to the clouds whenever she was with him. 

     - Can we talk? - he questioned, almost too softly for someone his rank in public. Somehow, between all the pins and needles carrying women surrounding her, Y/N managed to hear him, softly nodding her head afraid any of the pins would stab her. 

    - Could I please be excused? - Y/N asked one of the women surrounding her dress whom mumbled something under their breathe before stripping her off the expensive fabric, offering her a white satin robe to cover herself but not before Sebastian got a small peak of her dusky pink set. Out of the dress and veil, she followed the mob boss down the aisle until they reached an empty room which he locked, not wanting anyone to really talk to them.

She stood in front of him, unsure of how to start the conversation and still a bit drunk on the lack of sleep that had been hunting for the past days. The constant ever evolving mystery that was her parents and the information she had found about the Deschamps also did not allow her to be comfortable. Maybe she should tell him, after all he had been nothing than helpful towards her but the tenseness in his face convinced her not to do so. She loved him as as such she would never want to be a weight on his back, or on anyone’s back for that matter. 

    - I didn’t get to check on you after last night. I was worried. - he confessed, mostly curious about rumours about how she’d spent the night speaking with Jude Dubois. - I’m sorry we get interrupted. 

    - It’s alright, the night was about you, not me. - she smiled softly, yet anyone and everyone could see the pain that lingered behind the summery smile which almost brought back childhood memories Sebastian tended to hide away, much away from the child he once was. - Did you enjoy yourself?

    - Festivities aren’t my thing. - his hand mindlessly found itself to her forearm, feeling the silky smooth fabric of her robe. - I heard some rather nasty rumours about you and Mr. Dubois. 

    - We just talked, Sebastian. - her hands rested on top of his shoulders, a little grin forming behind the sad smile. Could the mob boss be jealous? Now, Y/N was always thought that jealousy was an ugly emotions but being jealous meant he was afraid of losing, something she surely hoped he shared as she felt it constantly. - It’s nothing but talking. 

   - Just needed to make sure. - his touch on her forearm became a grip as he softly pulled her towards him, feeling her chest collide with his. Merely having her in his embrace calmed him down, or maybe put him under a spell that made them both forget the place they certainly were in. They were in no place to be playing Romeo and Juliet, less they were both ready to die and while Sebastian would willing do so for her, he wouldn’t allow her to perish. 

She would ever so often just lose herself to sleep in his embrace, every once in a while kissing his shoulder. As she seemed to regain her consciousness, she just looked up to him about to say something before her mouth forcefully shut and she felt a heat creep up her stomach, a pain that made her hands fly to her middle abdomen. She clutched her stomach and covered her mouth. Her mouth had a horrible taste and it was as if someone had shoved something down her throat time and time again, making her stomach revolt and turn on itself. The stomach acidic liquids had started to make their way up her system and quickly she spotted the bathroom, running to the door and straight to the toilet.

She clutched the bowl fiercely and let out the contents of her stomach which was but nothing but whatever she hadn’t digested from last night’s food and the liquids of her stomach. Even if she wanted to take more things off her system, which she desperately needed to, she just seemed to be unable and soon enough there was nothing left in her stomach.

   - Are you alright, angel? - Sebastian had followed her once she had rushed into the bathroom. Grabbing a towel and wetting it under the faucet, he got closer to her in order to clean her face. With a calloused finger he wiped a stray tear from the force she made to push what her stomach had out through her mouth. 

   - I guess meat jelly didn’t sit well with me. 

   - Meat jelly doesn’t sit well with anyone. - before she could laugh at his joke, the urge to to vomit came again and she held onto the bowl once again, getting the rest of what was left in her system but, again, nothing but water and acid which left her in a bit of a coughing fit, her throat rash from the acid. - You sure you don’t need a doctor? I’m sure there must be one in the hotel. 

   - You worry too much. - she leaned her head against his shoulder. - Besides, you have more to deal with than me being sick due to terrifying meat jelly. 

  - No more meat jelly for you then.

  - No more meat jelly. 

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[twvstedsouls]

Movie Thoughts: King Kong (2005) / 3rd and final hour of the movie.

WARNING, these are sort of spoilers so if you haven’t watched the movie yet, here’s your warning.

doing this because I have the urge to shout into the void and think I’m kind of funny at times.

WHAT IS THIS MOVIE MAGIC?! There’s no way that Jimmy just shot all those bugs off Jack without shooting him. Tommy guns were unreliable, movie trying to bullshit you into believing they were not. I refuse to accept this, you should too.

HOLY SHIT. CAPTAIN TO THE RESCUE DEUS EX-MACHINA.

Baxter swinging on a rope shooting the insects being a hero: NO. I REFUSE. Not acknowledging this redemption arc, no way.

Random cheer up juggling: I approve. Still think they forgot to add on the comedy genre to this film.

Sunset watching. YES.

AWH He’s made a friend. 🥺❤️

THIS AWESOME INTERACTION:  😂

Captain: That’s the thing about cockroaches, no matter how many times you flush them down the toilet, they always crawl back up the bowl.

Denham: Hey buddy, I’m out of the bowl. I’m drying off my wings and trekking across the lid.

At the same time though...the guy hasn’t seen a single cent promised, and now he’s fucked. I get it. Still will be when he returns, helping a wanted criminal. Captain good guy. Sort of. 

Jack not giving up at finding Ann 🥺LOVE. IT BURNS.

WHY DID DENHAM’S ‘’I’M SORRY’’ SOUND SO OMINOUS AM I MISSING SOMETHING?!

When Ann sees Jack, not believing it’s not a dream, real, really him. SIS, I know you’ve made friends with Kong. But...THIS IS YOUR CHANCE GET OUT OF THERE BITCH. WHAT YOU BEING SLOW FOR?!

That roar: When you lose your friend. 

Jack...did you forget how swimming works? If not, that’s not how you do it.

FOUND THE OMINOUS ‘’I’M SORRY’’! CARL DENHAM YOU BITCH, LOWER THE BRIDGE ALREADY, YOUR FILM IS RUINED QUIT TRYING TO SAVE IT. 

OH. You’re just trying to trap it. Well...that’s dumb. When has trying to trap the giant ass monster ever worked?

Slow motion trying to look like slow motion but looking more like slow mo acting. No. Not in a good way. Plus, it’s taking too damn long.

Captain good guy is now captain profit guy.

Okay. Hold up. How the hell did they manage to tie the rope around those big boulders if they’re that heavy. And why does it look so perfect.

Kong: NO ONE MESSES WITH MY FRIEND.

Ann: It’s me he wants! So?! Just get in the boats and go, he didn’t go after you and jack when you jumped in the river, I doubt he’ll follow you into the ocean.

DAMN. He really just bit a guy’s head off.

Ann: Go back. HE WOULDN’T EVEN BE CHASING YOU ALL OF YOU IF YOU HADN’T FREAKED OUT AND KEPT FREAKING OUT!

OH NO! JIMMY CAN’T SWIM! He better live or I’m coming for you Kong.

Awww, Kong holding out his hand to Ann and that little whine. 🥺

THAT expression on Jack’s face as he witnessed it all, he understands now. Awesome acting by Naomi Scott and Adrien Brody.

BUT at the same time: HE’S JUST SLEEPING, HE DIDN’T DIE. YEEZ. RELAX PEOPLE.

Denham: The whole world will pay to see this. We’re millionaires boys!

Excuse me...What?

PRESTON’S BACK! Is he going to do a good guy thing? he looks like he’s about to do a good guy thing.

Jack’s expressions and the narration flashback scene to their conversation on the boat during the comedy play 🥺 THIS IS AMAZING.

And that’s when he told you how he felt? 

No, He never said it.

He never said it?!

He probably thought he didn’t need to say it.

Well, then how does she know that it’s real?

He said it was not about the words.

Oh, please!

If you feel it, you say it.  

He said we’d talk about it later.

Only, there was no later.

It never happened. 🥺❤️

My writer’s heart is beating loudly, this is just so, so, so good. And romantic ❤️

Almost put the entire scene in, that’s how much I love it.

SERIOUSLY FUCK DENHAM. I thought the Captain was the worst, or Baxter, but am now seeing it’s neither of them (though baxter comes a close second), it’s Denham. Since he’s there too, working with Denham.

POOR KONG. 😭

FUCK THE AUDIENCE TOO.

Ann not having a part in any of that tomfoolery. BRAVO!

WHY is the audience so dumb. Like can’t you see the difference between a performance and a wild animal about to break out? Plus, how deaf is that dude? Jack doesn’t want your seat man, he’s trying to save your life.

The women in the audience are the first to think something is off. That’s awesome. If he says it’s fine, and you have a feeling in your gut it isn’t, honey, just grab your bag and run, you’ll be doing yourself a favor.

Baxter sneaking off. I SEE YOU 👀

How the camera just goes to the guy who didn’t want to leave his seat. HAHAHA. CLASSIC. 😂

LOL. Kong throwing the girl away like that. That’s a human being sir. A crappy human being, but still.

OH DAMN. That dude getting crushed by Kong landing on him with that jump.

Police officer: Everybody slow down! LOL. NOPE.

HAHAHA. Jack what are you still there for? Like seriously? Did you wait for everyone to leave the theatre (leaving you the only target) and then not expect Kong to come after you?

OH. Denham is still there. Kong, think it through next time. 

Traffic is scary.

Kong doing donuts. 

When a stranger slaps your butt. Payback 1000000% Kong style.

What’s the plan Ann? What’s the plan?

Backwards driving. Cool. 

No way is a taxi faster than a giant ape monster.

Jack if you’re trying to get it away from people you’re doing a shit job.

That shot of Ann walking towards Kong. Beautiful.

Lights in trees that look suspiciously like christmas trees. Is King Kong a christmas movie?

Gorilla/Human Ice skating and laughing. What. kind. of. movie. is. this.

THE ARMY IS HERE. 

Kong just put her down, you can handle a bullet or two, Ann can’t.

WAS THAT A ROCKET LAUNCHER?!?!

Jack’s back. I thought he’d be out cold longer.

DAMN. He can run.

YESSSS. Another sunset.

Those are some nice looking planes.

Kong is hurt 🥺

Nobody past this point! You can’t go in there! Lol, officer, really? It’s Jack. He’ll just go, (if he had time for it and was petty): You can’t tell me what to do!

Damn Jack, that kick. Nothing’s stopping you, is there?

Scary ladder on the outside of the building. No thanks.

O M G. Stop fucking staring at each other, there’s a limit okay? And not exactly the right time now, is it? Ann? Kong? Ann?

More staring. STOP.

Get to Ann and Jack already. No offence Kong.

[bgn846]

Wrath of a Man Determined BAMF Ignis need I say more?

Prompto’s frantic expression alone spoke volumes as he approached. Ignis’ suspected something bad had happened. His worries were confirmed when he caught no trace of Noct following behind the blond. The club they’d all gone to was crowded, and with the dim lighting and blaring music, it was hard to focus.

Pushing forward into the masses Ignis met Prompto halfway, “What’s wrong?” he shouted above the noise.

“Noct’s gone! We went to the bathroom and he’s just not in there anymore!” Prompto yelled back in a panic.

“Show me!” Ignis demanded as he tried to catch a trace of Gladio. The taller man should have been easy to spot but the club Noct had begged them to go to was multileveled and full of mirrors and flashing lights. It was disorienting trying to find someone. Ignis forged on ahead, he could always send Prompto to find Gladio. They’d gotten separated only a short time ago and Ignis hoped Gladio was still somewhat close.

Reaching the back wall where the bathrooms were located took far more effort than Ignis had anticipated. The club it seemed wasn’t paying much attention to the maximum capacity it could hold. More people meant more money at the door so the place was packed with bodies.

Prompto had a hold of his arm and tried to push Ignis through the crowd. “We went in together and then I waited outside but he never came out!”

Ignis’ patience was running thin, cutting to the front of the line he pushed the door open and ignored the drunk shouts of protest. Entering the squalid little room, the smell accosted his senses. This place needed to be reported to the health department. “Noct are you in here?!” he shouted a moment later, not caring that he was drawing attention. “Answer me if you are.”

A few drunken shouts were thrown his way, including a not very nice invite to suck something. “Check the floor and see if you can spot his shoes,” Ignis ordered as he began to do the same. The search only took a minute and they both stood shaking their heads. Noct wasn’t there. “Are you sure you didn’t see him leave?” Ignis checked. If Noct didn’t leave the way they came in then there must be another exit.

Prompto simply shook his head and Ignis could tell the young man was fighting back tears. He was worried. “I swear Ignis I stood outside and watched, and he never came out.”

“Go find Gladio and tell him what’s going on. You two search the club. If there is another exit out of this room I intend to find it.”

The blond hesitated for a split second before he turned and left. Pulling out his phone Ignis sent a message to Gladio. Hoping the man would see it Ignis began looking around for another door. Nothing was readily apparent until he caught a glimpse of something odd on the far wall.  Something that looked like part of a door could be seen sticking up over the bathroom stall. The stall was the last one in the row and butted up against the exterior wall of the building. Had the builders actually constructed a stall around a viable exit? Unable to believe it could be possible until he looked for himself Ignis walked over. Banging on the door, as it was occupied, Ignis tried to get the man inside to open it. “Times up, you must leave now,” Ignis requested.

“Taken!” came the shouted response after he’d jiggled the door violently.

“I’m terribly sorry but I’m coming in whether you like it or not,” Ignis answered.

Some sort of untellable sound erupted from the man seated inside as Ignis gracefully swung over the stall door, and landed on top of the toilet tank. All his crownsguard training was coming in handy, though he was positive this type of thing wasn’t in any training manual. The man was so drunk that he could only yell and point.

Ignis had become instantly distracted when he saw the second exit door, illegally located inside a lone bathroom stall. This club was full of surprises and violations. He tried the knob but it was locked. Deciding he’d had enough; Ignis took a deep breath and kicked the door near the knob. The wood buckled and the door popped open.  

Leaving behind the now hysterical man on the toilet Ignis ran outside and into a back alley. Looking around frantically he spotted a few cars but nothing moving. The pulsing music from the club bled out from behind him and tainted the night air. Deciding to check the rest of the alley, Ignis assessed which direction would be better. Opting to run towards the dim end of the alley Ignis hurried along and looked for any clues.

Noct could be inside for all he knew but something felt off. The whole reason Gladio had split from them earlier was to try and see if they were being followed while inside the club. If the shield’s hunch was correct then Noct may have been targeted. Noct was no baby though, so Ignis was puzzled as to how they could have taken him without a fight. If that indeed is what was going on.

Reaching the end of the alley Ignis spun around looking for anything out of place. He didn’t see anything and was about to turn back when he caught a glimpse of a flashing light. Walking out into the street he scanned the nearby cars and waited to see if it happened again. Instead, he heard hushed voices from nearby. Again, he spun around looking for signs of life. Then he saw it, a black limo parked in the next alleyway. The lack of light had made the vehicle nearly disappear in the night.

Walking towards the limo Ignis wasn’t sure what his next move should be. He only knew one thing; he needed to confirm that Noct wasn’t inside. When Ignis was about fifteen feet away a back door opened and a man got out wielding a gun. Without thinking, Ignis summoned one of Gladio’s giant shields and managed to hold it steady as a spray of bullets ricocheted off into the dark.

The dagger he’d unconsciously pulled from the armiger was flying through the air a second later, the blade striking the man’s shoulder. The stranger cried out and immediately scrambled to get back in the limo. The lights on the car came to life and Ignis noted it was in reverse and gunning towards him. Dismissing the shield Ignis vaulted up and onto the trunk. He’d wanted to use his polearm to stab the car but if Noct was inside he could risk hitting his liege.

Whatever these men were up to wasn’t good if their first response was to fire a gun at him. Spying the sunroof on top of the vehicle Ignis sprang upwards and landed on the roof. The limo was still moving and Ignis could feel his feet slipping on the paint. Peering inside Ignis could barely make out a few humanoid shapes through the tinted glass, but then a light came on inside and illuminated his reason to continue the assault.

There was a body on the floor of the limo, one with dark hair and pale skin.

Renewed in his efforts Ignis summoned his dagger again and used the pommel to break the glass. The limo instantly screeched to a halt and Ignis tumbled backward only managing to grab the lip of the trunk to keep from falling entirely. Feeling the limo switch gears to move forward, Ignis took his chance and promptly broke the back window.  Crawling inside a vehicle full of angry armed men wasn’t the smartest idea but damned if he’d let them take Noct without a fucking fight.

The man closest to the back window was easy to handle. One swift hit to the back of his head and he went down. The other two were another matter. Ignis recognized one from the club; it was the same man Gladio had been suspicious of. The second was holding his shoulder trying to staunch the bleeding from where Ignis had stabbed him earlier. Before Ignis could throw his dagger a gun appeared and another round was let loose. Ignis reacted in turn and summoned the shield. The man in the seat next to him didn’t fare as well.

In the ensuing panic, the man emptied the magazine entirely. The deafening roar of gunfire filled the small space making it impossible to think clearly. However, the cramped quarters did make it possible for Ignis to rush forward and pull a move Gladio was famous for in training. Body checking the gunman with a chunk of metal into the side of the limo had the intended effect. The now-empty gun was dropped and the man slumped over and fell onto the floor.

“Don’t fucking move or I’ll cut his throat,” hissed the man from the club. He had gathered a tied-up and clearly drugged Noct in his arms and was holding a knife to his throat. The prince wasn’t aware enough to react properly. He simply looked too tired to hold his eyes open, the gag in his mouth preventing any communication.

Staying stock still Ignis followed the man’s instruction but didn’t say anything. His mind was busy running through every scenario of how to disarm the crazed many with a deadly weapon at Noct’s throat.  Ignis also noted that the car was no longer moving, did they think he would willingly exit the vehicle without Noct?

“Get rid of the shield, now!” the man growled, breaking his train of thought.

Moving deliberately and slowly Ignis held his free hand up and moved the shield aside to dismiss it. All the while he was aware of slight movement in the front seat. The glass divider window was tinted and only allowed for vague shapes to be seen. Ignis guessed the driver had a weapon as well. Then, the divider slid open a second later to reveal yet another gun pointed at his face.

Realizing this was his only chance Ignis nodded slowly towards his arm holding the shield, to show that he was about to release it. Adrenaline took over after that, and in a literal flash of blue sparks, he dismissed and instantly replaced the solid shield in his left hand with a sharp pointy polearm. At the same time, he summoned an elemancy flask and chucked it through the divider with his right hand. The ice bomb went off immediately coating the front driver’s area of the limo in tiny frozen ice shards. The gun was frozen in place but the man holding it was unable to pull the trigger.

Ignis felt no remorse as he twisted the tip of the polearm further into the bad guy’s shoulder.  The weapon had materialized inches away from his target, due to the confines of the space, so the strike had been quick. Hoping the shock of being stabbed would make the man release Noct had worked. The prince had slipped from his grasp and Ignis wasted no time in rushing forward to snatch the knife away.

He pinned the screaming man to the divider and promptly punched him in the face. Thus silencing him and allowing Ignis to move to check on Noct. He was nearly done removing the gag when a noise outside the car caused Ignis to pause and summon a dagger. Gladio appeared a second later wielding his sword and shield.

“Ignis, thank fuck, are you okay?” When his eyes landed on Noct he went pale. “No, no, no, Iggy --,”

“He’s alive! Help me,” Ignis ordered.

Gladio sprang into action the relief on his face almost palpable. “I’m takin’ him now, neither of you need to be in here.” Without speaking further Gladio dismissed his weapons and leaned in pulling Noct upright and picking him up. His bound wrists and ankles still appearing lifeless since he’d been drugged.

Ignis climbed out of the limo and followed Gladio to the corner where Prompto was waiting. Soon Noct was free of his restraints and Ignis wasted no time in pulling the prince close. They all sat like that on the sidewalk until the crownsguard and police arrived.

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Noct awoke with a start, sitting up he saw that he was in his own bed. Movement on his right caused him to flinch. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Prompto was sitting on the floor with his head resting on the bed. Reaching out he poked Prompto’s shoulder. “Why don’t you lay on the bed?”

Prompto stirred and looked up with wide eyes. “Thank the six, how are you feeling?”

“Fine, I think. What happened? I thought we were at the club and now we’re here.”

His friend blinked at him but didn’t say anything more. “Hold on I need to get Ignis and Gladio first.” Without explaining what that meant Prompto got up and ran out of the room.

Noct could just barely hear Prompto talking outside in the hallway. Something about him not remembering, and should they tell him? Tell him what? Sighing in frustration he swung his legs around stood up to go see for himself. However, the room spun the moment he stood up. Okay, that wasn’t normal. Flopping back on the bed he rubbed his head and tried to remember what had happened.

As he was about to try standing once more the door opened and Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis came in.

“Highness, how are you feeling?” Ignis asked in a neutral tone.

“Dizzy! What the hell happened to me?!”

“Tell him, he needs to know,” Gladio supplied with a glum look.

“We are still working to put the pieces together but it appears you were the unintentional target of an attempted kidnapping last night.”

“I knew that fucking drink tasted funny!” Noct exclaimed. “Wait, wait, did they get me?” he asked with worry. He had vague memories of being held but not in a huggy kinda way.

Prompto cut in this time with an answer, “Yeah buddy, they got you, but Ignis thrashed them all before they got away.”

“What? No, I would remember this, and what the hell do you mean thrashed?”

“Gladio wouldn’t let me look so I can’t tell you in any great detail but Ignis was covered in blo—omphf.”

Noct looked on in shock as Gladio slapped a hand over Prompto’s mouth. “I thought we said we’d keep the details to a minimum. If princess doesn’t remember what happened it’s probably better that way, we don’t want to give him nightmares. Do we?”

Prompto shook his head no and attempted to confirm that verbally with a muffled answer. Gladio slowly took his hand away but didn’t look convinced that Prompto would stay quiet.  

Something about what Ignis said came back to Noct in that moment. “Ignis, what do you mean unintentional?”

“There was a group of men at the club that night looking for potential high stakes targets. It seems you are not the only well-known wealthy young man that likes to party there. Though I cannot imagine why that place is filthy. Did you know I had to crash through a bathroom stall, an occupied bathroom stall mind you, to find out how they took you?” Ignis ranted.

“So they weren’t after me specifically?”  

“No, you fit the bill for a possible rich kid so they managed to spike your drink from what we can tell and then smuggled you out via that highly suspect second exit door in the bathroom.”

“What did you do to them? What did they do to me?” Noct blurted unable to reign in his curiosity anymore. He truly didn’t remember a thing.

“You were tied up and one man managed to make a very small scratch on your throat with a knife. A potion was administered and all signs of the scratch and subsequent rope marks were removed.” Ignis answered smoothly.

“I was fucking tied up? Shit, and someone tried to cut me?” Noct stared at the floor; no matter how hard he tried nothing came to mind. It was probably better that way from the sounds of it.

“They were making empty threats I took care of it.”

“But what did you do to them?” Noct tried again.

“Dude, he looked like the guy from that zombie movie where he goes nuts and like kills everything!” Prompto supplied excitedly.

“You killed them?”

“No, I did not,” Ignis answered dryly. “Highness if you are still dizzy then you need to rest. Your father will be by again to see you soon and I’d like it if you were better rested for that visit.”

Noct’s mouth fell open, “You are seriously telling me I can’t hear more about my own rescue? I can’t remember any of it and you like killed an army for me, and no one can talk about?! That is so not fair!”

“I tried to look so I could tell you later but they wouldn’t let me,” Prompto whined.

“Why don’t you two sit and watch a movie, preferably something dull and sappy while I make you a snack.” Ignis didn’t say more as he turned and dragged Gladio out with him.

“Would they really not let you look?” Noct asked once they were gone.

“Nope, Ignis was seriously covered in blood and he sorta just zoned out and wouldn’t let anyone near you while we waited for the cops. He single-handedly saved you from like legit bad guys.” Prompto replied in awe.

“Sorry I made you all worry, I remember taking a sip of the drink, and then things got really fuzzy. Though, I do have this odd memory of walking through a weird door next to a toilet. It was strange.”

“All I know is we are never going back there and if we go clubbing again we’re only drinking bottled water we bring ourselves.”

“I don’t think that is allowed Prompto,” Noct laughed, despite the heavy subject matter.

“Dude, you’re the prince you can do whatever you want. Besides, if you have Ignis with you no one will ever pick on you. He’s an animal.” Prompto nodded his head as if to bolster his statement. “I just wish I could have seen him in action!” The blond lamented. “Then I could have told you everything!”

Groaning in frustration at being out of the loop for his own rescue mission. Noct leaned back into the pillows and grabbed the tv remote. “Come on we need to find a mushy movie to watch so I don’t have nightmares.”

“I’m on it!” Prompto enthused as he snatched the remote. “But Noct, I’m so glad you’re okay, I was really worried. I’m really thankful we were all able to figure out what happened and make sure you were safe.”

“Me too, maybe after a few weeks I’ll be able to get Ignis to tell me more, for now, I’m grateful to be home. Thanks for sticking around and putting up with this kinda crazy stuff.”

“I’ll never leave you hanging buddy, we all got your back, don’t worry.”

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Imagine: Prt 3

Office Bae Erik.

Warnings: Hard...core...SMUT. Drama, Spanking. 

Okay so the way this is being written I can see it having a few more parts to it lol. I hope you guys enjoy just as much as the other parts i’ve done. I hope it’s just as smutty as you would like lol. Like, Reblog, Comment!

Part one   Part two

Ping Ping

Erik- If I find out you are going to rub and dig in that pussy without my permission I will punish you.

You were already in the private staff bathroom that has only one toilet, panties tossed on the floor, dress up and around your waist, and one leg up on the sink with just your fingertips exploring how wet that pussy really is. You didn’t rub it, you didn’t even finger yourself, you just touched how puffy and erect your clit and labia were. You rubbed your fingers together to test the silky slimy wetness that your pussy released while squirming in your desk chair from Erik saying how much he wants to make that pretty pussy feel good.

You moved so fast to that restroom like you were a track runner. Now, you used your phone selfie camera to see the mess and how swollen you are. The minute that camera showed you how messy she is, that pretty kitty, your breath rushed in and out. Like honey dripping from a honeycomb stick, you were spilling all that sticky sweetness on your phone screen. Tiny whimpers escaped your wet mouth as your fingers reached down to rub that engorged clit. The more your greedy ass rubbed, the more that plump pussy began to cream. You felt ready and willing to cum already.

Ping Ping

Erik- Baby girl, are you playing in my pussy? You’ve been in there too long, Y/N.

“Umph,” That leg of yours shook on that sink. You could hear that puss making all kinds of wet noises in response to the way you were treating her at the moment. It wasn’t like Erik’s touches but it still filled the void you felt in your aching cunt. Now, your fingers were deep in your pussy, rubbing directly over your G spot on purpose. It was too much to take but you kept on going, making sure to stroke it just right so your juices can flow down your inner thigh. Sure enough, creamy liquid trickled down to your knee. You spread your legs further, finger fucking the shit out of that delicious pussy more, more, and more until you bite down on your pouty lower lip, teeth almost cutting through the flesh from how hard you nibbled, cumming on your greedy fingers. You didn’t slip them out just yet, no, you wanted to feel the aftershocks of your orgasmic pussy throb around your slender fingers. Finally, after what felt like five minutes, you hissed as you slowly slip your fingers from that hot and moist pussy. You look at those fingers before grabbing your phone to take a picture of them to send to Erik.

Ping Ping

Erik- Oh...you bad, bad, girl. I’m getting that ass just you wait and see. Don’t even put them fucking panties on...I got something for you.

“Sorry, Daddy,” You are genuinely sorry but it was his fault. If he didn’t taunt you like that you wouldn’t have done this. You would have waited until lunch break for him to take you to his car to do it himself. All that you kept thinking about was his long, thick fingers going in and out of that pussy. You reluctantly clean up because you really wanted to go for round two. Gasping, you stood up on shaking legs in your Fendi boots, walking to grab your panties, balling them up in your hand to place inside of your purse, before leaving the private bathroom. Standing there dressed in Calvin Klein from head to toe with big Harley Davidson gold-rimmed eyeglasses that reminded you of the 70s, hair clean cut and face shaved was Calvin, one of the Data Analysts that worked with you. He gave you a veneer smile, before pointing one perfectly manicured finger at your face.

“I was wondering when you would be done in there! You look FABULOUS,” Calvin spoke flamboyantly, “I didn’t know those boots were still in season, girl. You wear the hell out of them so it doesn’t even matter.” 

You gave Calvin a tight smile, “I don’t worry about what’s in season. If it looks good on me, I’ll wear it. But thank you though.”

Calvin pursed his lips, “Mhm.”

As you begin to walk away, Calvin starts talking again, leading you to stop in your tracks and almost run into the water fountain outside of the restroom. Calvin clearly didn’t understand what an inside voice meant. 

“How has Eric been? he didn’t come to the holiday party last year or to the potluck we do every January-”

“He’s out of town,” You cuts him off abruptly, “He does a lot of traveling.”

“Oh...pity,” Calvin spoke with faux sadness, “I’m sure that worries you.”

“Calvin, I am not about to gossip with you today. Please, can I go back to my seat?”

“I don’t hold the keys to your freedom, sis,” Calvin makes a sweeping motion with his hand, “Go ahead, be gone.”

You roll your eyes before walking away from the biggest drama fanatic in the office. 

Ping Ping

Erik- Don’t think I forgot about you playing in that pussy. And fix your face, you’re too pretty to be frowning like that.

Y/N- Are you going to spank me? what’s our safe word?

Erik- You’ll see...and it’s Cherries

You frown at your phone before quietly laughing.

Y/N: Why cherries?

Erik- Because I’m eating some right now. Eating these cherries got me thinking about how I’m gonna eat you.

Y/N- I didn’t need that mental image

Erik- I’m sure it’s too late for that. I bet you’re probably wondering how my lips look sucking and nibbling on these cherries

“Watch yourself!” Connie, one of the Environmental Engineers, bumps into you, spilling a little bit of her caramel macchiato with no sugar on her white blouse, “Great,” She looks up at you with scornful eyes, “Seriously, Y/N?”

“Sorry,” you lock your phone, “I think I may have one of those Tide pens-”

“I’ve got it. Thanks,” Connie walks away quickly while shaking out the front of her blouse. You fought to keep it together in this professional setting because you really wanted to snatch Connie’s stank breath ass back by her badly bleached hair and punch her in the face. Sighing, then inhaling a calming breath, you turn back into your area where your desk is located, those chestnut eyes disobeying you as they look into Erik’s office. Connie was standing in his doorway with Demetria complaining about her shirt and motioning towards your area. Erik stood there with his arms folded, acting like he was interested in what they had to say while his lips were rolled shut. You assumed it was because he wanted to suppress a laugh. 

“Where were you for so long?” Regina clearly didn’t get any work done, She was currently shopping for new shoes.

“Bathroom, then a phone call,” you flip your braids over your shoulder, settling back into your seat, those pussy lips of yours sliding together; the delicious friction that you dangerously craved. Punctuated gasps escaped your mouth while staring at your screen, mind completely blank of work and focused on all the possible ways Erik could punish you for being a naughty girl.

“Damn, what should I be doing right now?” You spoke mostly to yourself but Regina answered you.

“You know we have to make a record of all the information needed for the Alaska business trip, and we also have to contact the clients who we have to order from for supplies for the trip-“

“Please, please, don’t remind me,” You rub your temples, “I’ve been trying to get in contact with the people who are supposed to ensure that the design projects for the air pollution management systems comply with environmental and health regulations.”

“Didn’t Erik design those systems along with the water pollution systems?” Regina asks while pulling up the list of clients on her computer.

“Yes. He’s basically the brains of the operation. Who the hell needs Connie, Jeremy, and Demetria when they come to him for advice. That’s why his office is the middle office AND the biggest office.”

You praised Erik with your head held high, proud to be fucking a man so successful and smart like him.

“Bitch,” Regina spoke in a hushed tone, “He must have that dick you can feel in your spine because you are cutting up, honey.”

“Shut up,” You pick up the company blue tooth to use while dialing the client that you needed to talk to, “Don't distract me while I’m on this call either.”

The line rings as you swivel back and forth in your desk chair, then, a grating voice loud in your ear that it makes you cringe greeted you.

“Yes, my name is Y/N, I am calling from AECOM; Architecture, Engineering, Consulting, Operations, and Maintenance. Do you have the time to discuss the Alaska business trip regarding the new pollution systems?”

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“Just looking at him I can tell he has a big, black, cock.”

“Chill, Connie, cock sounds...just no, girl.”

“Well, big, black, dick. How about that then?”

“Better, but I think you’re pushing your luck. Erik doesn’t look interested in you, Connie, sorry that I have to be the one to tell you.”

“What makes you think that? He always talks to me. He’s always nice to me. Just wait, that Alaska trip will give me the chance to really get with him.”

Demetria gave Nicole a look with her grey eyes before smiling, “Doesn’t Erik need an assistant to come with him to Alaska? Nicole, maybe you could ask him about that.”

Demetria and Nicole were just as two-faced as Connie. They both wanted Erik for themselves and they definitely hinted on it a few times to him but Erik acted as if none of that mattered to him. Not even Demetria’s low cut blouses with her copious breasts had him watering at the mouth. Demetria has a face like Lisa Bonet and a body like Toccara Jones with how busty and tall she is. Demetria wore her hair in a pixie cute that compliments her high cheekbones. Nicole has shoulder-length dreads in her hair with shells, average height and petite, cinnamon eyes, and heart-shaped lips.

“Nicole? Don’t you have a man? Aren’t you married?”

“So,” Nicole says with a quiet laugh while holding a mug of herbal tea that had the words, Melanin Magic on it “It’s just a company trip with a little bit of nookie if I’m lucky.”

“You mean, if we’re both lucky, sis. I want some of that too,” Demetria reminds Nicole.

“Both of you are delusional,” Connie spoke in a defensive tone, “All I’m saying is-Regina?”

Regina tried to be discrete and stay in earshot so she could hear what they were saying but her fucking phone vibrated in her light gray satchel that she was currently carrying on her shoulder. All she wanted to do was grab her food so she could eat in the food court but when she heard them gossiping about fucking Erik Stevens she couldn’t help herself. She knew if you were there you would be bothered to the 1000th degree.

“Hey,” Regina tried to play it off, rushing to the refrigerator to grab her shrimp and avocado salad, “Just grabbing my food, pretend I’m not even here, ladies.”

“We’re you being nosy, Gina? It’s no surprise, you’re famous for that shit,” Nicole says with an argumentative tone.

“Not my fault I heard you bitches. Y’all so loud anybody who walks past can hear you.”

“Look,” Connie glares outside of the break room, “Erik is over there talking to Y/N again. Why is he always talking to her? Ugh,” She folds her arms.

Regina didn’t say a word as she grabs her lunch box, closing the refrigerator, and walking out of the break room.

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“Miss Y/N,” Erik walked up to your cubicle with his hands in his slacks pockets, “I know it’s way past lunch hour because we’ve been so damn busy but I was wondering if you wanted to get something? I was thinking about some Indian food this time around.”

You type one more part on the document for the client to sign before saving your work and putting your computer to sleep. You fold your legs, turning in your swivel chair, chestnut eyes with long lashes blinking up at Erik. He raised one brow down at you before rolling his moist lips together, dimples sinking deeper into his cheeks.

“Curry and I don’t mix,” You pout, “I’ll probably have some Asian cuisine this time around.”

“Then I’ll have what you’re having,” Erik takes his pointer finger on his right hand to tap the surface of your desk slowly. Your eyes travel down to that finger, your breath coming out in little quiet gasps, thighs clenched together.

“Why don’t we get going before it gets busy in here again, yeah?” He whispers with a husky voice but this voice was much deeper. His onyx eyes shining with mischief.

“Alright,” You stand, grabbing your phone and placing it in your bag, “Lead the way, Stevens.”

Erik gives you a half-smirk before walking ahead of you. You follow behind him, heart racing in your chest the more you both walked away from the department. Erik makes a sudden sharp turn around the corner near the elevators. Startled, you follow, turning that corner just like him. He’s gone. Confused, you pull out your phone, fingers shaking as you text him.

Y/N-Where are you?

You hold your phone to your chest, looking around you with nervous eyes. The sound of your phone against your chest causes you to jump, breath growing short.

Ping Ping

Erik- Come to the quiet room.

The quiet room? The room that certain staff has access to so they could rest their eyes or mediate? That room wasn’t always there. It was a new thing that the company decided to add to help relax the minds of the Engineers, Architects, Management, and whoever else were considered in charge. You follow the directions on the walls, walking past the elevators and down a hall. There, two rooms that have strict access. The quiet rooms.

Y/N- which one?

Ping Ping

Erik- slip your panties under the second door

You glance at the door in question before opening your purse to retrieve your wet panties. You walk softly against the carpeted floor, turning over your shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before bending down. You tuck your panties under the door, the feeling of them being snatched aggressively out of your hand making your breathing choppy as you shuddered.

Ping Ping

Erik- Be polite. Knock.

With a weak fist, you knock.

The doorknob jiggles before it opens, revealing an angry Erik with his suit jacket and shirt halfway unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and a belt in his hand.

“C’ mere, Kitty,” He motions with a single finger.

You look from the belt to his face, wary eyes and fingers fiddling.

“What did I just say, Kitten?” Erik snaps his fingers, “I said...C’mere.”

“Daddy,” You whisper, “I’m gonna get a beating?”

“What you think?”

You close your eyes with anticipation.

“Bring that ass here. Now.”

The minute you walk into that room, Erik grabs your neck, pulling you forward. Your breath halted, eyes low and trained on his. You could see his hand reaching above your head to close and lock the door.

“So, you thought I was playing, huh? Didn’t Daddy tell you he would take care of you like you should be taken care of?”

“Y-yes,” you bite your lip, “But I couldn’t help myself you were talking so nasty-“

“Because I can do that,” Erik whispers, “I can do that. You are mine. If I want that puss nice and wet for me to suck clean that’s what I’m gon’ do. If I didn’t tell you to stroke that puss real good like I know you did anyway you defiant little bitch, are you supposed to do it, Kitty?”

“No, I’m not, Umph,” His hand was under your dress and between your legs.

“Holy shit, this how it is?” Erik’s fingers dragged up and down, “This that wet pussy kat?”

“Yessss,” You open your legs more, “Just touch me, Daddy, please, I need your thick fingers inside of me. Mines made me cum but yours will make me cum harder.”

“Oh yeah? You nasty girl,” Erik unbuttons his pants, the sound of his zipper going zzzzzz really slow in that quiet room making your eyes flutter.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”

Erik takes you by your upper arm, walking you over to a leather mahogany stained chesterfield sofa taking a seat and bringing both of his hands to grab your waist to straddle him. Erik takes your dress, balling it up around your waist, revealing your hot and moist pussy to him. Your hips bucked with need and your eyes sat low and desperate. Erik takes his belt, folding it, then suddenly, swatted your ass painfully. You could feel the skin of your ass sticking to the thickness of the leather belt. Erik gave the other cheek the same attention, his eyes furious.

“Fuck this, turn around...bend over...yeah...and grab your fucking ankles.”

You do as you’re told, your cheeks opening and that pink puss showing him exactly what he wanted to see.

“I should spank that pussy too. But I got something better for her,” Erik beats you again, your thighs shaking down to your ankles in your boots.

“Umph, Daddy, my ass hurts,” You whimper, “Please, Daddy, I just want you to make me cum-“

“Shut that noise up and take these hits to this big ol’ ass, ma.”

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!

It was beginning to make you numb. You knew your ass cheeks were raw and red but your pussy was dripping and soaked with need.

“Daddy! Daddy! Cherries! Cherries!” You cry out, Erik’s hand ready to strike you again. He drops his belt on the sofa, bringing his large warm hands up to run circles into your ass.

“I’ll rub you down with some massage oil later before I eat your ass all the way to your pussy, okay?”

“Uhhh, yes, Daddy, please.” You moan at the feeling of his hands soothing the whelps on your ass.

“Now...put these wet panties back on.”

Erik tosses the panties between the valley of your legs while you were still bent over. You grab them, gently straightening your body, using all the balance you had to pull those panties back on in your boots.

“Daddy, what are you going to do to me-“

“Don’t ask me. Now turn around.” His voice was hard.

“Yes, Sir,” Your turn, your hands on your hips with your eyes blinking down at his hard erection, “Daddy...it’s so hard...can I taste it? Please?”

Your tongue literally ached to get to feel the tip of his fat dick pressed against it right now. Your mouth is so wet that you were sure if you pulled away spit would drip down from him onto your dress, making your nipples hard. You could feel yourself squirming with need. You miss having your mouth so filled and warm while getting to suck tightly but slowly down him. Making sure to swallow his entire length each time regardless of how long and meaty he is.

“Nah, you can’t have this dick in your mouth, Kitty.”

“But, why, Daddy?”

“Because you want that, and I don’t want to give you what you want,” Erik finally pulls his pants down and around his ankles followed by his briefs. His dick sprang forward and stood straight up with pre-cum oozing from his fat tip. You swallow a large amount of spit that formed on your tongue from how much you wanted to suck him dry.

“Get on Daddy’s lap, baby girl.”

You do as you are told, climbing onto his lap, thick legs straddling his waist with your hands on his shoulders.

“Pull your panties to the side.”

You lift your hips, taking your slender fingers to pull your wet panties to the side. You wait for your next command with a shuddering breath.

“Grab Daddy’s dick and rub your clit with it...go ahead and rub all this precum on that juicy clit. I know she’s nice and hard, baby.”

“Umph, yes, Daddy,” you squat over his lap like you were about to ride his dick, grabbing the thickness where your fingers barely connected from how hard he is, bringing it to your throbbing clit. The minute his dick rubbed along your clit you thought you were going to cum right then and there. The precum, your wetness, the smooth head of his dick, and how hard your clit is put you in a euphoric state.

“Tilt your hips so I can see it...mmmm, fuck,” The way he said that made you moan his name.

“Fuck, that clit is so hard. You got a pretty little pussy, ma.”

You were too horny and in need to cum that you didn’t bother to say thank you. Erik’s deep grunts and groans from the way you circled your clit with his tip had his hips bucking from the sofa causing the leather to make noise. You imagined him thrusting you into your aching pussy. This was so teasing but it was one of the best feelings in the world. The way it felt...you couldn’t stop smacking his dick on your folds and rubbing your pussy up and down him, coating his dick in your mess. Erik’s fingers reaching down to hold your pussy lips open has you shaking. You could feel your cream dripping from your pussy and on his balls from your position.

“Look at you, I bet that clit feel good as a motherfucker right now-“

“Yes, Umph, yess,” you gasp.

“I know my kitty wants me to suck on it-“

“Please! Please, Daddy.”

Erik grabs the shaft of his dick, holding it in place while your pussy hovered over it.

“I love the way those little panties look pushed to the side. You teasing Daddy with this sexy little pussy? Cover your pussy I wanna see how fat it look.”

This was literal torture. You whimper, covering your pussy back up and pulling the fabric so that the shape and plumpness of your pussy lips can show through the fabric.

“Goodamn...Fuck,” Erik’s thumb reaches out to pinch your pussy lips before running his thumb up and down your mound, “Now, pull these panties back nice and slow, understand? I wanna see that phat puss slip out all wet for me.”

He was driving you crazy, so crazy you could risk it and sit on his dick; fully. You take your fingers, pulling your panties to the side delicately. Each one of your phat pussy lips slipped for him, your fingers pulling your lips apart to show him that pink.

“Please, please make my pussy feel good,” you beg.

“Bend over this dick again, do it,” Erik spoke with a clenched jaw. You bend over him while he jerked his dick, his fat tip sliding between your labia and resting at your entrance. The tip of his dick was right there, moving back and forth, causing your pussy to make noises. The next best feeling in the world is sitting right above Erik’s dick and just bouncing on the tip, not quite letting it go in. Your ass bounced and your pussy creamed. Each time you tried to sank lower, Erik would pop your ass sharply.

“Daddy, I want you inside of me.”

“I know you do, Kitty, I know,” Erik slaps your clit again before dragging his dick back down to tease you again, “Too bad you’re not going to.”

“Fuck,” You pout your lips, moving your hips as much as you could do that he would have no other choice but to accept your tight wet puss wrapped around his thick pipe.

“Damn, just looking at you and feeling this pussy glide along my dick is making me wanna bust a nut. I’m gonna bust a huge nut on this pussy-“

“Please! Uhhh!” Erik grabs you by the throat.

“Shut that fucking yelling up before I put this dick away-“

“Daddy-“

“Damn, my shit is hella hard. Don’t you fucking move before I tear that ass up.”

You tried staying still but the more he slapped the weight of his dick on your clit, circled your entrance with his dick, and made you hold your pussy lips open so he could move his dick from side to side up and down your folds, you wanted to cum hard.

“Fuck, hmph, this good fucking pussy about to make me nut and I ain’t even in there.”

“Yes, Daddy. I love the way you move your fat, black, dick along my pussy like that. Can Kitty cum on Daddy’s good dick?”

“FUCK!”

While Erik rubs his dick from your entrance, between your labia, and to your clit over and over his cum shot from him. Thick, white, and creamy, he generously coated your folds with as much as his balls produced. You felt so warm and sticky down there. The feeling of his cum dripping has you moving your hips. Erik looked spent, chest rising and falling, onyx eyes low, lips parted. You wanted to lick his dick clean and taste the cum off your pussy but Erik wasn’t having that. He reached between your legs, pulling your panties back in place.

“Daddy?” You look at him with a confused expression.

“Let’s go to lunch before it gets too late.”

Your panties were drenched. How were you supposed to sit and eat when each time you moved you could feel his cum all over your pussy?

“But...,” You disobey him by opening your legs to show him all his cum on your pussy, “Why not eat me instead?”

“Nasty little bitch,” Erik watched you open your legs to show him his cum, “You like all my cum on your pussy like that, I can tell, Eric ain’t giving it to you like your nasty ass deserves. That’s why you gotta leave him, baby girl. You gotta come with me. No other bitch can make Daddy feel the way he feels except for you. This is where you belong, ma. On this dick, in my arms, on my face, in my bed...”

You have Erik’s cum on your pussy. You let this man do things to your body you would have never known a man could do. He’s always there when Eric with the “C” decides to go M.I.A without care. You could rightfully say that you did belong to him. You knew what you had to do. Leave Eric with the “C” behind.

“I want you to call him, and I want you to break up with him. You hear me?”

“W-when?” You ask while his fingers rubbed up and down your cum covered folds.

“Today,” Erik brings his fingers to your mouth. Without question, you suck on them.

“Mmm,” Erik hummed before licks his lips as he watched you suck his cum off his fingers.

Licking your lips clean, you look up at Erik innocently, “What if he doesn’t answer?”

“Then call back until he does. I want you to do it today. If you’re coming back with me, he needs to be out of the picture, got it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

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No response from Eric. You weren’t surprised at all.

Finally, it was the end of the day. Erik dropped you off in his G-Wagon to your place so you could take a shower and talk to Eric with the “C” he was away still in NYC so you decided to try and contact him on FaceTime instead of talking over the phone. When Erik pulls up on the other side of the street to avoid nosy neighbors, you could make out Eric’s bright red Dodge Charger parked behind your Prius. A puzzled expression came over your face, Erik looking at you with an equally confused expression.

“What’s up?” He looks from your eyes to the red car.

“That’s Eric’s car,” You frown, “Why is he home so early?”

Erik looks at you with a crease in his brow, “He didn’t even tell you he was back? The fuck is up with that?” Erik shakes his head, “Even after you blew his phone up?”

“I know,” You unbuckle your seat belt, opening the car door. You grab your purse, giving Erik one final look before blowing him a kiss, closing the door.” Erik didn’t move from his spot, he watched you cross over quickly, walking down the cobblestone trail of your home. Turning, you wave goodbye before watching him drive off down the street. You closed the door, tossing your keys down on the end table near the front door before walking further into your home. Eric must have been burning your favorite candles; Yankee Candle Maple Pancakes. Why would he have your candles lit so early in the day? It confused you.

“Eric?” Your melodic voice calls out to him. Quickened footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs, an alarmed expression on Eric’s face. He was wearing a red Lacoste shirt with a pair of cargo shorts, black socks on his feet and his hair no longer freshly cut like it was when you first saw him almost a week ago. He was supposed to be gone for two full weeks.

“Hey, you’re back pretty early.”

“Yeah...I saw your car out front. Came in thinking you would be here but,” Eric shrugs, placing a small smile on his face, “Um, babe, we need to talk-“

“Oh, NOW we need to talk,” you let out a suppressed laugh, “That’s funny. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for the past few days and all you’ve given me were dry responses, Eric. So, don’t try and stand there talking about, LETS TALK.”

Eric walks down the remaining steps, hands in his pockets and frustration on his face. You look him up and down with rage, your foot tapping to calm herself.

“Once again, I’m not surprised that you don’t care. Who is she, Eric? Who’s the bitch?”

“What are you talking about?” Eric gave you his usual clueless expression, “what makes you think that’s what this is about-“

“Because I know that’s what it is! You go on these frequent trips, you never once think about me, I used to be worried but now that’s no longer my issue because you don’t care, so why the hell should I?”

“Y/N, can we just talk without all this. I’m trying to have an adult conversation with you.”

“Whatever,” You motion for him to talk with an attitude.

“I think we should break up. I’m not feeling this relationship anymore. I don’t want to put both of us through this-“

“Okay,” You shrug, a beaming grin on your face, “I was going to do the honors but since you decided to steal the shine from me-“

“And I think you should move out.”

You felt like the air from your lungs was sucked out with a vacuum. You blinked at Eric, frozen expression on your face. He wanted you to leave? Yes, this was his mother’s home that she left for him when she passed along with all of her money because he was a mama’s boy but the fact that he would throw you out after five years? You were stunned. Hurt even. As much as you wanted to end things with him as well, you would have never done this to him at all.

“Eric, are-are you seriously kicking me out?”

“I’m sorry,” He looks down at his feet, “I just...I don’t think it makes sense for us to stay here together if we aren’t dating anymore.”

“We were in a RELATIONSHIP. Five FUCKING YEARS!” You throw your purse at him, “Five years and you throw me out?!!!! What the fuck, Eric! What am I supposed to do? I-“ You pause, laughing hard from how angry you were and how shaky your hands are. You would be straight, Erik with the “K” would gladly pull up right now, help you pack all your things, and bring you to his place. You knew he would even if this fling just started a day ago.

“Pause,” You say trying to figure out exactly why he was doing this, “You come back early, then you break up with me, then you tell me to leave. Nah, there is something you’re not telling me. You’re hiding something and it’s big...it’s so big. I can see it in your face. You probably want me gone because you know it will disgust me, right? How many women, Eric? Did you get someone pregnant? are you married to someone I didn’t know about for all of these years?”

“I just...I’m just not happy anymore,” Eric spoke with a blank expression on his face as if he practiced saying those exact words in the mirror.

“Yeah, okay,” You bump past Eric. Eric grabs your upper arm, turning you around to look at him.

“I hope we can still be friends.”

You jerk your arm out of his grasp, “Get the fuck off of me. I don’t stay friends with my exes. What for?”

“Where are you going Y/N?” Eric asks with an exhausting tone.

“To pack my things. Whatever I can pack for now and LEAVE. Remember?”

“Don’t worry, I have a UHAUL friend who can come and get your things-“

“WHAT?!!!” You shout, your hand coming up to slap Eric clean across his face, “You had this all planned out?!!!!”

Eric rubs his jaw, his eyes cold, “See, this is why I can’t deal with your ass,” Eric’s calm mood changed to fury, “You think you can talk to me like that? You lived off of me, girl. I bought those expensive shoes, I pay your car payments, I provided a roof over your head. Then, you want to turn around and hit me? How about you leave right now-“

“Don’t talk to me like I’m some gold digger bitch, Eric! I accepted those gifts because you gave them to me as gifts. What the fuck you think I’m gonna do? Say no? And we both decided moving together would be best! Don’t do that, nigga. Don’t make me out to be some money-grubbing bitch who always has her hand out-“

“Just leave,” Erik points to the door with his thumb. He was over trying to be reasonable, “get out Y/N-“

“NO!” You yell in his face. So close you could smell his cheap cologne, “You’re bragging so much about money buy better cologne, DICK, smelling like ass-“

Ring Ring

Calvin angrily pulls his phone out of his pocket, his eyes glancing down at the screen, expression softening and a sneaky look replaced. He turns his back, one hand on his hip and his voice low and unrecognizable.

“Hey, hey, um,” He scratches his head, “We can’t talk right now-“

“Who is that?!” You yell, “Eric...why must you keep lying through your crooked ass teeth! Who is that bitch?!”

Eric looked like he was ready to explode, “I have to go, okay?” He tried to hang up but you were swift, grabbing the phone from his grip, bringing it to your ear while walking away.

“NO! Y/N STOP!!!” Eric speed walks after you with a fearful expression on his face. Too bad you already started speaking on the phone. Eric’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“Who is this!? Is this the bitch my man has been fucking for over three years?!”

“I guess I am that bitch now, huh?”

You drop the phone, Eric’s screen cracking against the linoleum floor in the kitchen.

“SHIT!” Eric crouched down to pick it up, cursing while admiring it. You slowly brought a hand to your mouth, turning in your boots to look at Eric with cold, distant eyes. Erik blinked up at you, noticing your expression before closing his eyes with defeat and guilt.

“You nasty motherfucker,” You wanted to kick Eric in his face, “How long?”

“Y/N, please, we can talk about this-“

“HOW LONG!!!!!!!” You felt your throat grow raw before your eyes brimmed with tears.

“Two years since December.”

You could feel your knees buckle.

“Two...years- oh my GOD,” You were remembering, your head nodding slowly, “So, that’s what you were doing when I came looking for you at the Christmas party?”

“Yes.” Eric couldn’t even stare into your eyes. He was ashamed. He ought to be. For two years he was fucking-

“Calvin? Really? So what? You’re gay or something?”

“I-I don’t know-“

“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know? How wouldn’t you know dumb ass? You're sticking your dick in another man’s ass just for fun then? Make it make sense because I’m confused.”

“I-I think I am. I think I’ve been for the past few years-“

“So, when I came looking for you at the party and you came out of the restroom with Calvin walking out after you...y’all were having sex?”

“Yes-“

“And then Calvin was at work today talking about getting done in the butt by some man! It was about you wasn’t it?!!!!”

Eric opened his mouth, ready to speak but your hand came up to stop him.

“SAVE IT. I can’t believe you. This-I would have never expected this. My coworker? He’s probably telling the entire staff about it! He asked me how you were doing today! How could you humiliate me like that?!!”

“IM FUCKING SORRY!” Eric begins to cry like a big ass baby, “IM SO FUCKING SORRY Y/N!”

“All those trips?! Explain that to me! Go ahead!”

Eric clears his throat, having difficulty forming his words from all the crying he was doing, “The-The trips were for vlogging at first. Fred? You remember Fred? My friend from the Philippines? He’s gay. My...my first time with a man was with him and this is before we started dating. I was confused. I tried to ignore all the signs so I started dating you. I thought I could shake it at first, but...When I first met Calvin...it just...it just happened. So, after that...I just started faking trips to NYC for food to mess around with Calvin for a while-“

“Eric, I think I heard enough. I feel like if I keep hearing you talk, I’m going to vomit. Just-just get the fuck out of my way before I do something that will put my ass in jail.”

You wanted to choke him and you wanted to choke Calvin. You really wanted to get back at Eric and tell him that you are fucking your coworker but that wouldn’t benefit anything. All Eric would do is tell Calvin and then Calvin will tell everyone else. You didn’t need that. You wanted to keep Erik and yourself a secret for as long as you could, especially with the Alaska trip coming up. You stormed up the stairs, stopping in the hallway to grab a few suitcases to fill up with clothes and shoes for now until you got a UHAUL to get your other things. You couldn’t stay in that home for another minute. You felt like you were suffocating. Eric didn’t bother coming up the stairs and you were glad. You needed to pack in peace.

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“Can you come down to the lobby? I’m here.”

“Come down? I thought I was picking you up?”

“No need. I have two suitcases and they are really heavy.”

“Aight, I’ll be down in about five minutes. Let me put a shirt on.”

Beep

You have on a camel-colored matching set with a cropped cami and biker shorts with Balenciaga Tripple S sneakers on your feet in white. Your braids were tossed over one shoulder and you had a pair of glasses on since crying so much bothered your eyes with the contacts in. You blew air through your cheeks as you waited for Erik to make his way to you.

Ding-Ding

Walking off the elevator in mustard-colored sweats and a plain black T-shirt with the Ruff Ryders Entertainment logo on it, feet in a pair of Nike Benassi slides and two Cuban link gold chains around his neck, was Erik with the “K”. His eyes focused on the two suitcases before noticing the sadness in your chestnut eyes. His jaw clenched and his hands went into fists, veins rolling under the skin on his hands and arms. The minute he stopped in front of you, you could smell A woody, aromatic fragrance wafting from his skin. It was a provocative blend of citrus and woods that liberates the senses. Fresh, clean and profoundly sensual. His smell is comforting for you. His hands came up to rub your upper arms, tilting his head down at you with a crease in his brows.

“What did he do?” Those were his first words. They were simple words but the way Erik spoke them you knew he was pissed because of how sad you looked.

“We can talk about it upstairs,” you heaved a big sigh, “It’s-it’s too much-“

“Shhh-shhh, don’t stress yourself out more, come on.”

Erik grabs both handles to the suitcases, motioning with a tilt of his head for you to walk forward towards the elevators. You press the button, staring at your reflection through the elevator doors, Erik approaching you from behind. His head comes around your shoulder to rest his chin there before placing soft kisses on your neck. You bring your hand up to rub the back of his head before playing with his dreads. His smell mixed with his soft lips calms you down. This is exactly what you needed. The elevator doors opened, and you step inside, holding the door so Erik could come in with the two full suitcases. The doors close, the feeling of being elevated surrounding you as you press your body into a corner. Erik just simply watched you. You watched him back before your eyes cascaded down his body to stare at his feet. You never looked at them before but looking at them now you admired how well he kept up with them. No surprise, this man’s skin was smooth and blemish-free. His entire body actually. 

The 30th floor came, the doors to the elevator opening. Erik leaves first with both of the suitcases, walking up to his door. You follow closely behind him, staring at his broad back. Staring at him just reminded you of how much you appreciate him. Why couldn’t Erik with the “K” be the only Erik in your life? You felt like you wasted the past five years. 

“Here, reach in my pocket to grab my keys, baby girl.”

You reach into his left pocket, feeling around a little too much causing the tips of your fingers to brush along the side of his dick. This man was free-balling under those sweats. 

Erik lets out a husky laugh, “Uh-huh, you gon’ get it, baby girl, let’s get in my place first.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you spoke breathlessly, “But I’m glad I did.”

You pull his keys from his pocket. 

“It’s the gold key, the one that’s bent...don't ask, it was a drunk night with the boys.”

You laugh with a shake of your head before opening his door, the same beautiful Penthouse with the city view that you remember from that morning still just as breathtaking and bright. Swinging Erik’s keys on your finger, you kick off your shoes so that you won’t stain his Icelandia White Hand-Knotted Rug. Erik does the same before picking up your suitcases by the carry handles, walking the bags to the second level in his Penthouse Suite. You follow him up as well. There, in his bedroom, Erik places both of the bags near his walk-in closet, turning towards you with his arms open wide. You walk into his embrace, resting your head on his chest while he rubs his hands up and down your back.

“Talk to me, Princess,” He presses his nose into your braids, “Tell me what happened.”

You move your head, resting your chin on his chest while staring up at him with your pretty chestnut eyes, “He broke up with me.”

“He did? Hm,” Erik brushes your cheek with a single finger.

“And he kicked me out,” You rub your temples.

“Really?! Oh hell fucking Nah-“

“It’s okay, It’s his house, I don’t care anymore-“

“I care. That’s some bullshit. Don’t let me catch him-“

“Erik, it’s okay, trust me,” You grab his chin, making him look at you, “Fuck him, okay? Fuck that bastard.”

“That motherfucker got a death wish. What if you had nowhere to go?”

You loved his gruff tone and the threats he made. You didn’t for one second doubt that Erik had a dangerous streak. 

“Yeah. I was happy at first about breaking up, relieved...but...then I found out some shit that I still can’t wrap my mind around and it’s taking all of me not to hop in my car, go back to that house, and fuck him up-“

“I’ll fuck his ass up. I’ve been wanting to break his face for a while after the way he treats you. Treat you like you don’t even exist.”

“That’s the thing...we could go back and get his ass real good right now. You can use one of those sticks right there,” you were referring to the sticks resting on a wall wrack, “What kinds of sticks are those anyway?”

“Zulu sticks, South African,” Erik smiles, “You really want to fuck him up, huh?”

“Mhm,” You roll your eyes at the thought of Eric, “He’s been cheating on me for two years.”

Erik raises his brows, air leaving his nose harshly, “WOW, so that’s what he does when he says he’s going away?”

“It’s not the fact that he’s been cheating that really pisses me off, it’s who he’s been cheating with.”

Erik tilts his head while squinting his eyes, “Who?”

“Calvin.” 

“Did you just say, Calvin? Like, Calvin Richardson that we work with? The loudmouth Data Analyst that gossips all day every day?” 

“Yes. Eric is a closet homosexual.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” Erik spoke with shock, “So, when did this-“

“The company Christmas Party in 2018. That’s when it started.”

“What the fuck,” Erik spoke mostly to himself with disbelief, “That’s...which stick should we use?”

You chuckle, “Whichever one, I just want his ass beat. I am so pissed off. No wonder why Calvin was being an asshole towards me today. Erik, what if he told people? What if I’m a laughing joke at work?”

“Nah,” Erik brings you into his arms, wrapping them around your waist, “He’s the laughing joke if he thinks that he’s gonna get to you. Like I said, you belong to me now. Plus, I wouldn’t let that shit fly. Calvin would be out of a job real quick.”

“Yes, Daddy,” You close your eyes from his touch on your skin, “You just make me feel so good. I love the way you make me feel.”

“This is only the beginning, baby girl. You fucking with a real man. You’re in good hands with me, baby, you best believe that.”

You give Erik a soft smile, staring at his lips with a hunger to feast on him. 

“Let Daddy fuck the sadness out of you,” Erik whispers, his hands coming down to cup both of your ass cheeks, “Let me fuck you and show you what you’re getting from now on. All of me, you hear me?”

“Yes, please,” You stand on your tiptoes, lips almost connecting with his, “Fuck me.”

“Fuck you?” 

“Please...please?”

“Say it again, again...again?” 

“Please!” Your lips crash with his. At that moment you could feel your body shivering with a need for him. Your legs come up and around his waist while your lips dance with his. Sticking your tongue out, you watch as Erik’s tongue glides along yours before he takes his lips to suck on it. Your eyes flutter shut and your hips begin to move over him. Erik slides his lips off your tongue, bringing his lips to your neck before coming up to suck on your diamond-studded earlobe.

“I want to fuck you until you shake. Until you scream. Until you're nothing but a little mess lost in the pleasure I'm giving you. Then when you cum, I'll come cuddle you and give you a kiss, while telling you how much of a good little slut you are…”

All of that sounded perfect. Your body needed to mold with Erik’s. Desperately, you pull at his shirt from behind trying your best to get it off of him so you could feel his russet skin against yours. 

“Daddy...please put your thick dick inside of me...please fill me up,” You drag your tongue over his cheek, “Pretty please? I just want you to fuck me into this bed so fucking hard. My pussy needs it. Just give me some dick, Daddy.”

“Mhm,” Erik walks you over to his bed, hands grabbing at your ass, making you bounce over his erection, “I got you, baby. Daddy got you always, okay?” 

“Umph, Daddy, right there...I can feel it hitting my pussy each time you do that.”

You bring your hand down between you both to pull the waistband of his sweats down, nails dragging along his V-cut, your fingers descend to find his warm and solid dick. You try to stroke him but Erik lays you on your back on the bed, his sweats making his dick poke out and curve to the side. Just looking at his dick made your pussy jump and clench like he was already in your walls beating them down. Without another word, you begin to undress. There was no way you could wait for him, you needed him. 

“You wanna play with Daddy?” He removes his shirt, “Cuz Daddy wants to play with you all damn night.”

“Let’s play,” you were in your black bra and black thong, spreading your legs so he could see your phat pussy lips covered in the thong. The fabric hardly covered your pussy. Then, you pull the cups of your bra down, breast slipping out for him as well. 

“ mmmm, those big ass titties. I love it when you’re begging me, baby. I got you barely being able to stand me not being inside you. That’s how I want you...nice and wet for me all the time. Your mine.”

“Yes, Daddy-“

“Show Daddy that pretty pussy...come on...show me what she’s looking like right now.”

You pull your thong to the side, spreading your thick thighs further to give Erik a view of your pussy. The crease in his brows, his low eyes, the way he nibbled on his bottom lip, all of those things made you gasp. 

“That sexy little pussy,” Erik was palming his dick through his sweats, “Damn, ma, that’s a beautiful pussy. Look at that kat all nice and wet because of me. I just wanna eat, lick, and slurp that shit up,” Erik takes his fingers to spread you open so he could see your tight yet deep entrance. It was creamy and shining with your wetness, “Oh my fucking God...I need you, I need you right fucking now. Shit doesn't make no sense.”

“Take me, Daddy, I love it when you do that to me-“

“If you love that shit so much come here and sit on my fucking face,” Erik lays flat on his back, pulling you over to him by both of your legs. You squeal from how rough he was before lifting up and squatting over his mouth.

“Turn that ass around, I’m eating this from the back.”

You turn around, your ass all in Erik’s face. He bites your ass cheeks, his mouth getting lower and lower before he wraps his lips around your clit in an instant. You automatically open your legs more for him, your hips grinding up and down his mouth. Your lips part and your eyes roll shit as you feel his fingers yank your thong while his tongue slurped loudly in between your pussy lips. It was so loud and nasty that you had to look back at him because of it. You could feel him really eating the fuck out of your pussy. 

“Mmmhmmm,” His hands come up to jiggle your ass cheeks. You moan his name over and over again. Erik gently tugged on your clit with his lips before sucking it into his mouth like he was slurping oysters out a shell. Your hands grab at Erik’s legs, glossy eyes staring at his dick jumping in his sweats. With your fingers, you push his sweats down, his dick bobbing up and hitting you on your mouth. Using your tongue you swirl the tip of his dick before sinking your lips fully around him. You wanted to cherish his dick as much as he adores your pussy. While Erik worked his mouth on your pussy, you sucking him with passion. Your hand reached forward to grab his balls. You squeeze them in your hand while slobbering all over Erik’s dick. A dick this size you needed it in your life permanently. One beautiful black dick to swallow down your throat.

Mmm!” You pop your mouth off of Erik’s dick, ass bouncing on his face, “Shit, baby!! Yes! Eat me! Eat me!”

Erik didn’t even talk, all he did was work that mouth on your pussy getting every single spot. 

“Fuck, Daddy, fuckkkkkkk, why you gotta eat my pussy like that, huh? Is it because I’m a nasty little bitch? Why, Daddy? Fuckkkk, I can’t take it...Daddy...I’m gonna cum!”

Erik’s arms came up to hold you in place as his tongue wiggles as deep as it can go inside of you. You could feel yourself coating his tongue. Your ass cheeks smothered him and just when you thought it was over, his tongue dragged to your ass to show that area some attention too. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your pussy was overly wet and now he was licking your ass. You place your lips on his dick again, making yourself gag because you were determined to make that fat dick cum. He deserves it for making you feel so damn good like that. His grunts were muffled because your pussy was still on his mouth. The more you sucked, the thicker his dick became. Erik strikes your ass over and over for making him feel the way he felt. You do nothing but pop your ass, accepting the stinging and numbing effect of his hits. 

“Daddy, cum in my mouth, come on, Daddy, give it to me,” You suck on the tip of his dick before smacking your tongue with it, “gimmie, Daddy, I need it,” you suck all of him into your mouth before popping your lips off loudly, “It’s so thick and pretty...I love Daddy’s big dick.”

Erik was no more good, his lips left your pussy and all you could hear were loud moans. Moans that you could hear on replay all damn day. He let you take over and control him. Hopping off his face, you turn around so that you can watch his face while you suck him. His eyes were closed and his wet mouth was parted. Then, the sight of his eyes rolling made you suck harder. 

Erik licks his lips while watching you, “Good bitch, suck on Daddy just like that. You love dick in your mouth. Always hungry to suck Daddy. You’d suck my dick anywhere wouldn’t you?” You nod your head while batting your lashes, “Yeah...that’s why you’re my nasty little bitch. You know just when to make Daddy proud. Good girls get all this dick in their mouth. Fuckkkk.”

Erik grabs a fist full of your braids before his cum soaked your entire mouth. You swallow some but the rest drips down the side of his dick. 

“Look at you, get all that shit to, don’t waste none of my Shit,” Erik grabs your hair forcefully to make you lick him, “Lick me up...yeah...yeah...fuck, Hmph, ughhhhh,” Erik was cumming some more, “What is up with that good mouth?” 

You giggle, “Daddy likes it I see.”

“Nah, Daddy loves it,” Erik grabs your neck, leaning forward to tongue kiss you.

Your breath halted as that same wet tongue trailed between your breasts.

“Bend over baby,” Erik whispers while twirling your nipples, “Bend over so Daddy can dig deep in that puss while I grip these braids.” 

“Fuck, Daddy,” You lift up, arching your back so deep you looked like you didn’t have a spine. Erik lifts to his knees behind you, taking the weight of his fat meat to slap your pussy. This gave you flashbacks. 

“That’s how I like em, nice and thick,” Erik slaps your ass, “How you like it, Kitty?”

“Heavy and fulfilling,” you spread your pussy lips for him, “put all that thickness in me, Daddy, spread me open.”

“Damn, bust that shit wide open, ma?” Erik pokes your clit with the tip of his dick, “you are leaking all over my fucking dick. You better throw that ass back on me too. You want this dick deep in you, you take what you want,” Erik slaps your ass, “Understand?”

“Umph, yes,” You reach back to grab his dick lining it up with your anxious hole before allowing the tip to pop right in. Your back flexed and then your pussy automatically clenched up. 

“Damn, Daddy, Umph,” You suck in a deep breath before taking all of him in your pussy, “oooooooooooo.”

“I know, baby, I know. It’s a lot of dick. But you’re such a good girl. You took it before, you can take it now. Make me proud, baby, show Daddy you don’t run from a big dick.”

You begin to throw your ass back on Erik. Each time he filled you up you would hiss and your breath would rush in and out in a desperate rhythm. It was so much dick that you couldn’t even stop yourself even if you tried. Once that tight pussy wrapped around him and practically swallowed him whole there was no way that cunt was going to let him go. Your pussy loved Erik’s dick. You look back at him, locking eyes, ass popping off his hips and the sound of your sex so loud because of how wet you are. The connection you both had made you cum on his dick before you could even get started. Your harsh and uneven breaths along with your wide eyes turned Erik on so much that he couldn’t help but to take control. His hands were in your hair as he beat that pussy up. It felt like he was sucker-punching your walls with how hard and fast he was going.

“The way you had me cumming on that pussy earlier I wanted to stuff you on sight,” Erik brought his lips to your ear while he delivered deep pressured strokes, “But you were being a naughty little girl. Now, you're being a good girl and giving this pussy up for Daddy to take. Want me to fuck you all night? I’ll fuck you and leave this dick in you.” 

“Please, Daddy, OH SHIT!!!” Erik was stroking your G-spot from an angle you didn’t know existed until you started fucking him. Now, your arch wasn’t the way he wanted it because of how sensitive you were.

“Nah, baby, fix that back, come on...fix that fucking back!” Erik slams his dick in you, your fingers clawing at the sheets, “Uh-huh, that’s how I want you...I want you just-like-THAT,” You look back at him with disbelief that he was pounding you like that. Erik sucks on your bottom lip to swallow your moans while your pussy drips onto him and the bed. You felt dizzy from that orgasm. You couldn’t even comprehend that Erik was pulling you over top of him, grabbing your hips, spreading his toned thighs, and fucking up into you at a rapid pace. He was staring at your pretty face while he damn near battered your walls into a cumming frenzy. You looked back and noticed how much your ass shook and bounced. His balls were slapping you in your ass. You were so overwhelmed trying to absorb everything that's happening to you. It was as if you were high off of the sex. Drunk even. 

“Look at that ass,” Erik watched the way he fucked you through a mirror on his wall straight across from the foot of his bed, “I’m in that pussy, girl...I’m deep in that pretty little thing...shit, look at all that cream...you are a messy little thing aren’t you, Kitty?”

You push at Erik’s chest to slow him down but that only made him bounce you over his dick himself. This time, you felt that shit in your guts. You try and ride just the tip of him but no, Erik wanted you fully wrapped around him. 

“Baby girl, Daddy likes having this big dick in you, stop tryna run from me, okay?” He licks your neck, “Stop doing that before you make me fucking mad.” He said that last part with a deep-chested voice that made your spine tingle.

“I’m trying, Daddy, your dick is just so good,” You could feel yourself crying.

“Ain’t that how it’s supposed to be? If my dick feels so good, don’t you want me to stay?” Erik was so deep the top of his dick touched your cervix in a way where it was too much but it felt so good. Your pussy creamed more in response. 

“Y-yessssss,” Your tears drop to his chest.

“Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful. Fuck that nigga for treating you like that. You are too precious to be treated like shit, “His dick stroked in and out slowly, “Just know this...I would never treat you like that,” Erik moves your hips in a sort of dance on his dick, “I would never make you cry unless it’s because of my dick filling you up. I will always be there to treat you like a princess. I will always please that body like you deserve.”

“Uhhh!!! Umph!” Your pussy squeezes his dick. The grip you had around him was so tight. You knew your phat pussy was swollen and sloppy. You just knew that Erik’s dick was covered from the tip down to his heavy sack with all of your fluids. All of that sugar. 

“Mmmm!” You moan with a light voice over and over again. Even slow-motion made you cum. You cum with a tremble of your lower lip. Erik just simply watched you with a smile on his sweaty face. 

“That’s it, baby, take this fat dick, yes, look at your face, damn, baby, you are out of it. My dick got you seeing stars, love,” He pulled his dick out to the tip so that it could stroke your G-spot, “Now, all that squirting you do? Squirt on my dick. Shitttttt, make a big ass mess for me, Y/N...where’s that squirt at? Ruin my fucking bed.”

Your squirting pussy showered his dick and made a puddle on the bed.

“This beautiful pussy. If my dick making it do all this I don’t ever wanna stop fucking you.”

His words made you so weak. With a pout of your lips, you lift off of him, taking your hungry mouth to suck him clean. Man, you tasted so good on him. 

“Arch your back and turn to the side,” Erik spoke softly. You do as you are told while sucking his dick. You jerk slightly when his long and thick fingers make their way inside of your pussy. This is what you craved earlier but couldn’t have. Now, while your pussy is overstimulated and covered in your cum, he decided to finger you with three of his thick fingers until you came on his hand. You look at him, lips popping off and a sharp moan escaping your mouth. All you could muster were moans; deep, intense moans. His fingers were just gliding in and out of you with so much ease because of your dripping peach. Your legs spread wider, breath choppy and irregular. 

“Daddy in there?” He says all of this while watching your reaction, “I just couldn’t help myself. You feel so good on my dick I had to finger fuck this pussy so I can feel just how good she really is.”

“Umph, Daddy, I’m cumming, mmmm! You always make me cum so hard!”

Like a leaking faucet, you squirt again. So much fluid drained from you. Your body could no longer sit up. You collapse with your cheek resting on Erik’s dick. He still has his fingers inside of you, dragging them up to rub your clit before sinking back inside. Your tears stained his dick. 

“Uhhh!!!!! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhh!” Creamy liquid coated Erik’s hand. 

“FUCK YES,” Erik brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them like a vampire in need of blood. You watch with low eyes as he drags his long and thick tongue over his entire hand, never missing a spot. He just loved tasting you and making you cum. 

“Come up here and lay on your side so Daddy can fuck you.” 

Each command you followed. You crawled up beside him, flipping your braids over your shoulder. He takes his hand, forcefully opening your leg as wide as it could go since you were so damn flexible, his other hand gripping his dick before he thrust up into you like BAM! Your breasts bounced and swayed, Erik, reaching around to pinch and pull your nipples with one hand with his other hand holding your thigh up. He was staring with low eyes at the side of your face. This position had to be your favorite so far with him. You could turn your head back and kiss him, and the feeling of him pressed close to your back with his hard sweaty abs and chest made you grind your hips back on him. His dick from that angle punishing your walls was such an erotic sight. His beautiful dick with your pretty pussy wrapped around him had you watching it go in and out. 

“Rub that juicy clit,” Erik speaks into your ear with a rough tone, “Rub her and make her nice and hard for me to suck on later.”

“Mmmmmhhh,” you rub it gently since it was so sensitive.

“Tight fucking pussy,” Erik bites your shoulder, “Don’t want Daddy to go do you?”

“No, Daddy-“

“I’m fucking you all night, believe that shit.”

“I believe it, Daddy, Umph,”

“This is my pussy,” Erik bites your neck, “Daddy’s dick feels so good, girl. Such a good girl with some good pussy. That’s my good girl pleasing Daddy’s dick like Kitty is supposed to.”

Erik rubs his hands up your thigh before he hooked his arm under your knee, “Ima cum so deep in this pussy. You got me ready to shoot all this cum in you, girl. Best pussy I ever had,” Erik roughly pulls your legs apart making you fall onto your back. He didn’t say a word as he got up in that juicy kat, your hands coming up on each side of your head to grip the sheets, breasts bouncing and swaying, shallow pants leaving your mouth, eyes closed, all the muscles in your body spasmodic. He pulls your thighs back, his dick beating the breaks off your walls. With a weak neck because of how good he was fucking you, you look up at him then down at your pussy with hooded eyes.

“Damn, Daddy, you're really-really in my pussyyyyyy, fuckkkkkkkkk,” You were cumming again, “Oh my goodness!”

“Ooooo, you bitch, mmmmmm, look at my fucking dick!” 

Your eyes watch him spread you open.

“My shit is damn near ripping this little pussy to shreds. Poor little pussy. Too bad she gotta take it. I’ll kiss her real good afterward-“

“Please, Daddy?” You whimper. 

“I promise, baby girl.” 

Erik was growing so thick you want to push him out but Erik’s form grip on your thighs didn’t allow that. Your hips meeting him in a dirty dance before he grunts and moans, dick cumming and filling you up again. You grab his chains to bring him closer to you, your lips sucking on his while he emptied his cum where it belonged. 

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[ninnodesu]

The New Matriarch, ch 4.

Tw: - Fou language, I guess? - Thomas swears and trashes the basement

You

Squeal, growl, stomp. And you turn around to look in the direction of the sounds, there he is. The man your brain has decided to remember. You silently step up to him and look at him with a small discrete smile on your lips until he turns to look at you. “It’s you!” , your smile falters as he appears to flinch at your words, like you had stabbed him with something, and then he turns to leave. “Wait!”, you follow him a short distance before you start thinking that it might be a bad idea and are left standing in the hallway when you hear a door slam. You're yet again alone, looking toward where the man left in a hurry

"O… oh…" Unsure of what to do, you keep standing there, slightly swaying, listening to the snuffle of the pigs. "I'm so sorry!", you yell out in hopes of it reaching his ears before heading back up to the room you woke up in.

You slump down on the bed again, listening to the silence that once again occupies the house and finger a piece of fabric on your dress to occupy your brain. You let your body just fall to the side to lay down on your pillow, still fiddling and fingering a piece of fabric. All you do is just… exist. From time to time a small groan from the house can be heard, a wind might whistle somewhere.  

After you’ve been existing, rolling around the bed to wake up limbs that have fallen asleep, you start hearing voices, footsteps and doors opening and closing and you perk up.

People!

Footsteps up the stairs makes you sit up and tuck your knees to your chest just staring at the door before deciding to walk over to the door to take a peek outside, but before you have time to reach it, a knocking emits from it. “C-come in.”, you reply in a small voice. “Oh, you’re awake, good.”, an older lady with glasses hung around her neck enters your room “How are you feelin’, girl?”

She looks expectantly at you, waiting for a reply. “O-oh. I’m, uhm… I’m good, I think.”, you smile awkwardly at her. Scratching a bit of skin off your arm that your dress bites into, the fabric is uncomfortable as all hell.

The old lady looks quizzically at you, eyebrows raised. “You think?” “Uhm… Yes. I’m a bit… confused, truth be told.”, you look sheepishly at her, suddenly feeling really embarrassed. “What’s your name, darlin’?”, she puts her hands on her hips as she asks you the simplest of questions to any human being out there. “M-my name?”, you stutter slightly, a familiar lump forming in your throat that you desperately try to swallow. “I-I… uhm…”, you take a deep breath to try and resist the urge to cry as you quietly whisper out “I can’t remember…”.

And it’s when those words leave your mouth that the flood gates that are your eyes open up and you can’t help but to cry. It’s all you do at that moment. You don’t even try to get them to stop. It’s an ugly, hulking cry. The one that’s felt in every part of your body, the kind where you want to scream out your sadness, the one that almost makes you want to vomit. You raise your hands to hide behind, to cry behind, and soon after you feel a pair of arms wrap around you in an embrace. A soft cooing into your scalp, and a hand smoothing over your hair. No words are spoken, it’s just you in the old lady’s embrace and the sounds of your crying.

When you finally feel your tears starting to let up, and you let yourself relax, the lady releases you from her grip, but cups your cheeks and lifts your head to let your eyes meet hers. “My name is Luda Mae, darlin’.” Her smile is warm, and you can tell she’s a mother just by the way she smiles at you. You smile back and nod slightly, rubbing one eye with the heel of your hand. “Come on. You’ll feel better after havin’ a shower.”, she takes your hand in a light grip and leads you towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna see if I can’t find you a proper piece of clothing too, can’t have you walkin’ ‘round the house in those rags.”, she chuckles a bit and you can’t help but to do the same.

All you manage to do is nod and gently squeeze her hand in appreciation.

Even if the bathroom is dirty too, it’s not as bad as the kitchen and you are thankful for that fact. Your whole body starts to itch where the fabric of your makeshift dress drags due to how rough it is. You peel the bandage off carefully to make sure you don’t disturb your wound, examining it when you see you’ve gotten stitches. A small “hm” when you silently appreciate the work someone here has done to you.

You wince slightly when the water hits the wound, but after the worst pain has subsided, you relax. You hang your head and watch as dark, murky water run down your legs and down the drain. The lighter the shower water becomes, the better you feel.  For a few minutes, the only thing you do is stand there with water running down your back and hair. It feels so good to take a shower.

I don’t think I can remember when I took a shower alone last… , you sigh in relief. Picking under your nails to get grime out, scrubbing to get dirt away from your nail beds. It feels So. Damn. Good. to be clean again.

A knock on the door wakes you up from your shower dreaming. “Yes?”, you call out. “It’s Luda, darlin’. Just wanted to give ya’ somethin’ else to wear.” You smile to yourself at those words. “Oh, come in.”, even though the curtain is covering your form up you can’t help but to put your arms around you covering you up more out of instinct.

You look at the darkened figure of Luda Mae as she puts some clothing down on the toilet seat. “Pick whichever ya’ like, darlin’, and come downstairs when you’re ready. Supper will be on the table.”, and just like that, you’re left alone. You’re not entirely used to this level of free time. You knew there was always someone watching over you some way or another, but not here.

You dry yourself off and take a look at the items of clothing. One simple dress, nothing fancy or spectacular. And two types of shirts - which for you looked big enough to become dresses anyway. “Hm…”. You tried both the dress and one shirt, but in the end decided to pick the shirt. Mostly because you liked the fabric and how it felt on your skin, it was looser than the dress, which helped a lot with the wound on your shoulder since it didn’t dig into it.

And as suspected, it was way too big. You giggled at how the long sleeves reached out and over your fingertips, and the length of it reached down to your mid thighs, making you wonder if maybe you should ask for a pair of pants, but shrugging that thought away. The top button covered your chest just barely and you knew if you leaned forward too much everyone would get a clear cut view of your breasts.

On your way down to the main floor you heard the sound of what you guessed was a TV. You made your way through the house to find where the smell of food came from, your stomach rumbling and mouth starting to drool. When you finally found the dining room, you suddenly felt very small at the sight of the entire family.

Your eyes met with an older man that looked grumpy and you hid behind the door frame. “That girl ‘o yours is here, mama.”, his voice is gruff and you see the lady turn around to look at you, beckoning you to enter the dining room. “Stop hidin’ behind doors and get in here! Supper’s getting cold.”, you nod shyly and walk around the corner to sit down at an empty chair that seems to be distant enough from the old man, but sadly making you end up in direct line of sight of him. His gaze is burning your soul and you feel really naked and exposed by it, especially when you notice where his gaze is making its way.

You jump high and drop your fork when there is one loud stomp at the floor. “THOMAS! It’s DINNER TIME!”, you curl up into the chair and tuck your knees up to your chest when you get the chance while the old man isn’t looking at you, his eyes seemingly searching for any kind of sound. It takes a few minutes before you hear footsteps coming for the dining room, heavy ones.

“Where the fuck have ya’ been, ya’ bastard? Haven’t seen ya’ since we got home, boy.”, something in his voice makes a shiver run down your back, it sounds venomous. His question was just replied with an annoyed grunt. You keep your eyes on your food that you’re simply just poking around with your fork, despite the hunger aching in you. “Oh, stop bein’ a baby, Tommy. Just sit somewhere else, and let the girl eat.”, Luda Mae tells the man you’re starting to piece together is named Thomas.

Oh I took his seat… , you keep your eyes down in embarrassment.

It’s by the time the big man sits down next to you that you decide you need to do something, say something. Something!

“I-I… Uhm… I just wanted to say…”, all eyes on you. Even Thomas, you see him in the corner of your eye, but you honestly don’t dare to look at him. Not after you apparently offended him earlier. You're scared he’s mad at you for offending him, scared he’s mad at you for unknowingly taking his seat. And your voice goes from loud and clear to a whisper. “T...hank you.”, you take a mouth full of the food and feel tears pricking at your eyes again. You take another. And another. And suddenly you’re shoving food into your mouth almost faster than you have time to chew. The sight is apparently comical, as you start hearing chuckling and giggles around the table. “Easy there, darlin’.”, a hand lands on your own and a thumb rubs back and forth. You look up at Luda with happy tears streaming down your cheeks. “Don’t choke on your food! It’s enough you almost up and died when Tommy brought you in, no need to scare us again.”

You slow down enough to finish what you’ve already started chewing. “I just haven’t eaten such good food in so long, it’s amazing!”, for the first time since you got here, your smile reaches up to your eyes making them squint in happiness. Your smile is real, and genuine.

Making at least one's heart at the dinner table to jump.

Thomas B. Hewitt

The basement is dim and damp. And the moment he reaches the floor he kicks a bucket that richoces at a nearby wooden banister and lands in some far corner. Anger has taken a hold of him again. Frustration.

God DAMN IT! , he growls and plants his hands flat on one of the tables, head slumped. Shoulders tense.

"I'm so sorry!",  it's faint, but he still hears her voice calling out for him.

Shut the fuck up.

He's breathing heavily. When he heard her voice before, it was like honey, soft and warm in his ears, but now? It stung like daggers.

It was the way she said "you" that set him off. It's how everyone else always talks to or about him. He was never viewed as a person, a human being. He was almost always a venomous “you”, a whispering “him” between friends followed by snicker and giggles. Sometimes he was even an “it”. His family were the only people who viewed him like a proper human being, well except for Charlie but that was just because he was an asshole in general. “You”, “it’s him” , “that thing”. All of them negative. He grits his teeth, his fingers digging into the table, knuckles turning white.

He lets out a frustrated roar that’s silenced by the crash of the table he decides to flip over makes. His tools fly all through the basements and clank all over the space.

After the worst of his tantrum has subsided, he’s just standing there, looking at the mess he’s made before stomping over to a small secluded area of the basement. His area of the basement, the one he made during his early teenage years when the bullying became worse and he felt he needed a place where his family didn’t go. He needed something more hidden. A place where he could curl into when he didn’t want the world to know he even existed. He’d put a bed in there once, an old one. A creaky, dingy bed. Mostly just springs and a mattress, but a bed nonetheless. He flopped down on it, face first, ignoring the uncomfortable way the edges of his mask dug into his face and scars as he let his eyes fall halfway. He just sighed, one foot hanging off the bed, arms folded under his pillow.

She’s pretty, the adrenaline started to pour out of his body and tiredness hit him. He usually gets either straight up sleepy or just tired after an adrenaline rush, no matter how small.  Closing his eyes, his mind drifts off to that one sentence when her voice was still honey.

And I like her voice…

“-MAS!”, he slowly opens his eyes listening for something that sounded like a voice.

“THOMAS!”

Oh, it’s Charlie. , he groaned when he realized who it was, and drags himself up from the creaky bed.

“It’s DINNER TIME!"

Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. He yawns as he climbs the stairs up to the dining room. The whole family is gathered as he enters, looking at his seat he sees her. In one of HIS shirts.

Mama, that’s MY shirt!

“Where the fuck have ya’ been, ya’ bastard? Haven’t seen ya’ since we got home, boy.”, Thomas just grunts in annoyance to Charlie’s question, or to her sitting in his seat… or the fact that his mother gave her one of his favorite shirts. He’s not sure. He throws his mother an annoyed glance before huffing. “Oh, stop bein’ a baby, Tommy. Just sit somewhere else, and let the girl eat.”, his mother tells him. He gives a defeated whine, trudges over and plants himself on an empty chair next to her. As he picks his own utensil up to start digging into the food in front of him, she decides to speak again.

“I-I… Uhm… I just wanted to say…”, he slowly turns his head towards her, his eyes piercing into her. He’s confused as to what feelings to feel right now. Annoyance because it’s his shirt and his seat? Flustered because it’s his shirt and she actually looks adorable in it? Angry because she’s most likely just like everyone else, or at the fact that he has to think about what kind of feelings he’s supposed to have? It’s just one big confused concoction of emotions and feelings rumbling around inside of him right now.

“T...hank you.”, her voice is low, but he shrugs slightly. He takes a bite of food before turning to look at her again in utter shock. She’s shoveling food into her like a ravenous animal. Like she hasn’t eaten in god knows how long. It looks like she doesn’t even have time to chew properly, he stifles a chuckle at the sight and signals his mother with a chuckle disguised as a grunt. “Easy there, darlin’.”, he just spectates as his mother places a hand on hers before turning to look at his brother and uncle who’s both chuckling at the starving animal at the table before he himself can’t help but to release a silent chuckle, his shoulder bouncing slightly. “Don’t choke on your food! It’s enough you almost up and died when Tommy brought you in, no need to scare us again.”

He smiles to himself as he takes a drink of water. “I just haven’t eaten such good food in so long, it’s amazing!” He glances at her at first, but can’t help to fully turn his head when he sees her smile.

It’s a genuine smile. A smile that reaches her eyes. He remembers something his mother told him at a young age; “Remember, Tommy. If a person whose smile makes their eye smaller, that person is giving you their truest of smiles.”, it isn't until now that he fully understands what she meant by that.  

If he spoke; he would’ve been speechless. Something even his thoughts are at this moment. He’s not sure what to say, or even think when he sees her smile. It makes his heart jump and he’s more thankful than ever that he has his mask on as he can basically feel his cheek start to burn red.

[pagingevilspawn]

Spin The Bottle- Part 2

so, i’m embarrassed about two things, one; how terrible this is, and two; how LONG it took me to write this. i procrastinated so so much. 

to the anon who wanted a part two, i hope you like it! 

(full inpso goes to merder) 

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Monday

Jo Wilson sat in her latest foster home's room on the edge of her dingy bed, one with a cheap metal base one that probably cost a maximum of fifty dollars, quickly packing up her school bag for the day. It was Monday now. Two days since the party. Two days since spin the bottle. Two days since that kiss with Alex Karev.

Well, less like a kiss, more like a near pornographic make out session.

She couldn't get that kiss out of her head. She'd kissed guys before. She had boyfriends that were great kissers. But Alex Karev? Now she could understand why Leah was so hung up on him.  Along with Heather. And Stacy. And Tina, Irene, and Susan. And she had never even had sex with him.

Wow, he had already slept with all of her friends huh?

The girl gets rid of the thoughts quickly, deciding that they weren't worth her time. Of course Alex Karev was a good kisser. He had to be, considering he had slept with so many women in the school even he had most likely lost count. He wouldn't have been able to sleep with them all if he was a terrible kisser. Nobody would get with him in bed if he couldn't kiss women in a way that made them... desire him. His reputation did do him justice though.  

Because damn, could he kiss.

She huffs angrily as she shoves a black spiral notebook into her backpack, cursing at herself internally.

No, she would not be another one of those girls. She would not be another one of the (frankly countless) women that had fallen for Alex Karev. She would not be another person who had succumbed to his good looks and charm and slept with him. Absolutely not. She was smart. She didn't do one night stands. She was only seventeen and had two serious boyfriends. She didn't want to be another of Alex Karev's one nighters. She was better than that.

With that, she slings the bag over her shoulder and makes her way down the hallway, walking by the passed out foster dad with an empty beer bottle hanging limply from his hand and the foster mom smoking a cigarette on the beat up back porch, rocking back and forth on the rotten wood swing that she hoped would just fall already. Then she wouldn't have to listen to the annoying sound of the metal screeching every time the god damn swing moved.

But it still sucked. Because the boy was still occupying her thoughts. The feeling of his lips on hers, his hands working up her sides...

Nope, no more. No more thinking about him and how she would just be another one to fall into bed with him.

So, screw Alex Karev. Screw him and his ability to kiss like a freakin god.

Turns out, her mind truly did not want to forget about the man from the party.

____

She slams her dark green locker shut, letting out a small yawn as she pushes the lock back into place, dialing the knob back to zero. Before she can even begin to grasp the situation, none other than Alex Karev is leaning against the locker next to hers, a crooked smirk painted on his lips.

"Go out with me." he says.

Jo widens her eyes, but composes herself quickly. Was this guy for real? She didn't even hear him ask to go out with him. He stated it. Who does that?

What an asshole.

"What makes you think I wanna go out with you?" she asks, raising a brow as she watches his face fall slightly, some of his confidence going out the window. Ah, she got it. It was an act. He wasn't as confident as he made himself out to be. It was crazy how much she could learn about somebody from a single question.

He immediately puts the facade back on, but if you studied closely you could tell he was a bit nervous. He was Alex freaking Karev. He's never been turned down before. Rejection in the world of women was practically a foreign thought.

"Because you made out with me." he shrugs his shoulder, as if the answer was obvious.

Ass.

Jo gives him a hint of a smile, she couldn't help it. He was hot. "I'm pretty sure you're the one who kissed me." she answers, internally giggling at the way his mouth opens and closes like a fish.

"You kissed me back." he retorts.

At that she gives him a real smile, making a grin of his own pull at the corner of her lips. He liked her smile, it was bright and happy, one that could turn someone's day from bad to good.

"That I did." she claps back, crossing her books over her chest, probably the most overused move in movies, but who cares. Her life was feeling like a movie right now.

"Then go out with me." he quirks up one side of his lip.

Jo pulls a smirk of her own. This was fun, messing with Alex, that is. "If I remember correctly, I'm ninety nine percent sure you're the one who pulled me back in." she chuckles inwardly at the sight of his mask crumbling a bit. "Or, am I wrong?"

His eyes widen as she smirks and begins to walk away. "Goodbye Alex." she says over her shoulder, giving him a small wave as he stand there stoically.

All of a sudden a signature crooked grin begins to form on his lips. He was going to get her to go out with him. Somehow. He didn't really know how he was going to do that, but he would. He could tell that Jo Wilson was definitely one to stick around for.  

|--•--|

Tuesday

"C'mon, why won't you go out with me?" Alex asks the brunette beauty as they whizz down the halls, occasionally bumping into random students as they make their way to their shared math class.

He was seriously making this difficult for her. She wanted to say yes, trust me she did. She didn't want to be another woman who Alex Karev had managed to woo. But damn, it was hard. Especially when he always looked so freaking perfect. Like right now. His white t-shirt clung to his chest, outlining his toned body and his black jeans, though loose, still managed to outline the shape of his butt. And his hair right now was amazing. She wasn't usually one for hair, but knowing how soft his dark brown locks were made Jo want to run her hands through it again and again. The way it was styled right now wasn't helping. It was messy, but in a controlled sort of way. Like most boys at her school, he had it cut shorter on the sides (not shaved) and longer on the top, and the longer strands stuck out in various places, adding a bit of charm and innocence to his look. And his face was so fucking hot, don't even get her started. His cheekbones were high and his jawline was so sharp it looked like it could cut something. Damn Alex Karev for being so nice to look at.

It would be a lot easier to say no to him if he didn't look like that all the time. Like a freaking Calvin Klein model, that is.    

"Because." she clips back. She had to be firm. Do not fall for his charm. Falling for his charm led to falling for him. Falling for him meant she was stupid, because only stupid people fell for him. They knew what he did. They knew that they wouldn't call him back the next day, and yet, all the girls still cried about it. She would not fall for Alex Karev, because that meant bawling over the bathroom toilet, crying out why he didn't respond to her text message. (Don't ask, she'd seen it happen before. Girls' heart's these days seemed to live in their vagina's)

And sure, maybe going out with him didn't mean she was going to fall for him, but honestly, all of her friend's had spent a single night with the guy and he magically had them wrapped around his finger. Maybe he put a fucking lust spell in their drinks. That seemed to be like the only logical explanation.

So no, he didn't get a date. Because she wasn't going to make a fool of herself. She wasn't going to tell herself she was different, like every other girl before her had. She wasn't going to convince herself that Alex saw something else in her. She wasn't going to humiliate herself. Plain and simple.

"Because what?" Alex asks her as they turn into the classroom, Jo rolling her eyes as she makes her way to her seat in the middle of the class, leaving him standing behind in the front of the room, not even turning back to him as she speaks again.

"Go do your work."

|--•--|

Wednesday

Alex lets out a frustrated breath as he slams his cafeteria tray onto the table, sitting next to Meredith and Cristina, the two women exchanging words through their eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang asks, picking up a fry off his plate and shoveling it into her mouth before he can knock it out of her hand. Nobody touched his food.

His face twists up into a scowl as he lets out some weird noise, shoulders shrugging up and them down. They two girls took it as a way to say 'shut up' and 'you know'.

"Oh it's the hairball!" the raven head speaks up, smiling victoriously as the boy lets out another intelligible sound. Alex bangs his head down on the table, letting out a groan as his hands make its way into his hair, kneading his fingers through it and unconsciously detangling any knots that may have formed since that morning.  

He turns his head to the side, looking directly at Meredith, who had an amused expression on her face. But he couldn't care less about that right now. Jo Wilson had just rejected him again. For the third day in a row. Was he delusional? Did she not feel... whatever the hell he felt when they kissed? Did she not feel the... normalcy of it? The way it seemed so normal, so perfect, so right?

He is starting to think he made it all up, the one and a half beers going straight to his brain and making him imagine things. Because otherwise, why was she rejecting him? He could be charming, he knew that for a fact, and these past few days he had turned on all the charm he possessed and still, nothing. It was weird, being rejected. He hadn't experienced that before.

But he still was confused. Why wouldn't she just go out with him? One date, that's all he was asking for, one. If it went bad, then it went bad. They would get over it and move on. And if it went good, then it could maybe lead to something... more? He had never had the 'more' before. All he had was an abundance of one night stands.

He was getting ahead of himself, thinking about something 'more' with the girl when she had turned him down three times now. Three times!

"Why won't she go out with me?" he asks the blonde, causing her smirk to form into a sympathetic smile. She simply shrugs her shoulders and gives his a little squeeze. Cristina just seemed to find the situation more and more amusing by the second though, judging by the loud laugh she let out.

"Oh Evilspawn," she says dramatically, giving him a slap on the back. "You're acting like you have feelings for the h-" she stops mid sentence, eyes widening as she realizes the truth of her statement.

"Oh my god." she says her face twisting into what could be described as a scowl, but not one of disgust, simply not quite believing the words herself, ignoring the way Alex glares at her. If looks could kill, she'd be a pile of ash on the ground. She composes herself quickly though, the idea of teasing him sounding much louder in her head than being shocked. The girl lets out a low chuckle, "Evilspawn has feeing for a hairball, ha."

|--•--|

Thursday

Jo heads down the school's long hallway to the library for some peace and quiet. The current foster home hardly had any moment of the day that wasn't filled with cursing, arguing, or screaming matches, and quite frankly, it wasn't the best place to study for her upcoming test. She had her head buried in her notebook as she walks down the hall, reading over each line until it was so deeply rooted in her brain that she couldn't get it out even if someone tried to saw it out.

That was how she studied. She needed good grades, and while school did come easy to her for the most part, she still preferred to cram all the information possible into her brain.

At that moment she was a good thirty feet away from the library's front doors, going over a line on cell theorem, it was review, but her teacher thought it would be a good idea to go through it again. She unconsciously says the words she wrote down to herself silently, lips moving as she holds her notebook in one hand, a pen in the other, ready for any parts to be changed or adjusted. She's so deep in thought she doesn't notice a tall figure jog itself up to her until its voice interrupts.

"So-" he can barely get a word out before she lets out a shriek.

Startled, Jo drops her book and pen, letting out a sharp breath as both her and Alex reach down to grab her stuff, her picking up the black gel pen, and him the beat up notebook.

"Jesus, you're gonna send me into cardiac arrest if you do that again." she glares at him, making Alex avoid her eyes as he looks sheepishly around the hall and its abundance of colorful posters, bringing up one hand to rub the pack of his neck, biting the corner of his bottom lip.

She made him feel nervous, but not in a bad way. Jo made him feel something weird in his stomach, something he couldn't quite describe without sounding like a freaking romance novel, and he didn't know if he loved it or hated it.  

"As I was saying-"

"No." Jo says quickly, standing up from her crouched position on the floor and beginning to make her way towards the doors.

Alex takes her shoulder and spins her around, causing them to make eye contact for the first time since that night almost a week ago. The mutual feeling of being able to stare into each other for god knows how long was there, but Alex knew that if he wanted to get anywhere he had to look away from the greenish-gold eyes and focus on her.

He sighs, "Why won't you just go out with me?" he asks.

Jo lets a breath to calm herself down, because if she didn't she could do one of two things, punch him or kiss him. And she only wanted to punch him because she wanted to kiss him. Damn it.

"Because."

He lets out a frustrated sigh. As much as he liked this girl, she really knew how to push his buttons. "That's not an answer!"

Jo stops in her tracks, turning towards the man and glaring at him sharply, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into an unamused straight line.

She kind of lost it then. She just needed him to leave her alone, otherwise she would give in. Jo didn't know why she was so insistent on saying no to him.

If only she knew it was because he would be only person who could make her feel something she had never experienced before.  

"Listen Karev," she starts, her words biting, having an edge to them that she only got when she was passionate about what she was saying. "I'm not going to be another one of the girls in your bed. I'm not gonna be another name you can check off your list" she hisses, pressing a finger aggressively into his chest, her eyes never leaving his.

"I'm not like them, alright?" her eyes narrow further. "So... leave me alone." and with that she walks away, leaving a thoughtful Alex to gather his thoughts.

Now he knew what he needed to do.

|--•--|

Friday

It was pouring rain that day in the neighborhood of Seattle, the sound of water hitting the windows seemed to echo throughout the quiet classrooms. The drops plop down onto the streets and sidewalks, creating tiny puddles in crevices and potholes, perfect for little kids to jump around in, or for teenagers to use as an excuse to dirty their parent's nice rugs, either one worked.

Unfortunately, school had just got out for the day and Jo had forgotten to bring an umbrella. Her car was currently in the shop, so she had absolutely no way to get home except through the pouring rain.

She decides to wait under the steps for a while, trying to see if the rain would lighten up. She shivers in her thin jacket, clothing it close to her body as she could while reading a book she got from the library. Focusing on something other than the cold made it seem a bit more bearable to deal with.

An hour and half later, the rain still hadn't calmed. The clouds were the darkest shades of gray, the winds were making heavy tree branches swing from side to side as the water beat down on everything in existence. Jo - for the most part - was pretty dry, only a few drops had flown her way throughout her time on the steps, which she was very grateful for. She didn't want to have to add water to her already freezing temperature.

She couldn't go inside (she tried) because the doors were locked from the inside. Truthfully, waiting was to see if the weather would change was stupid, but at the time it seemed like a good idea, she realizes that now.  

With a sigh she crosses her arms over her chest, letting out a huff as she closes her eyes and leans her head back against the red brick of the school. Not too long after, she decides that the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon, so she picks up her bag and begrudgingly steps out into the rain, flipping that hood of her jacket onto her head. It was then the school doors open, a bunch of guys start piling out of the building, laughing and shoving each other. Jo was about to consider asking them for a ride, but decides against it. She didn't to need to drive home with a bunch of boys who (probably) smelled like a wet dog.

Navigating through the cars in the parking lot delays her time, making sure not to bump into any men. The jocks were notorious for getting pretty... handsy with women. The last thing she needed was some guy grabbing her ass.

To her luck, the guys pile out of the lot quickly, only leaving her and one other figure who she couldn't identify, who was just making his way out of the school. She turns back around and begins to walk again, only making it a few steps before she hears her name getting called out.

"Jo!" the familiar voice rings.

Great. Didn't she tell him to leave her alone? She wasn't going to be another girl who's name he could check off in his little black book. Didn't she explain that to him?

She spins on her heel with a huff, "Alex-"

"Shut up and listen." he yells, since he was still a good twenty feet away, standing under a tree, the rain beating down on him, making his hair all messy and soaking his sweatshirt and jeans.

His words catch her off guard. They were typically used in a condescending way, but for reason she didn't get that vibe off of him. It was just his way of saying 'please be quiet so I can talk'.

She wraps her sopping jacket around her tighter, tucking a strand of wet hair behind her ear. She didn't know what the hell he could want. What was there to want?

Alex brings a hand to the back of his neck, openly showing his nervousness, a rare for him. He lets out a deep breath before making eye contact with her. The connection drew her in, even though he was far away. It was like something was drawing her to him.

"I don't want to sleep with you." Alex starts, cursing himself internally.

Jo widens her eyes. She wasn't sure if that was offensive or not.

"Crap-uh, what I mean is that if you go out with me, the purpose of it wouldn't be to have you in bed by the end of the night." he says honestly.

The girl stands there stoically, shocked at his words. Alex Karev... wasn't trying to get into her pants? No, something was up.

"Why?" she asks, the rain beating down on her, the wind picking up and blowing through her hair wildly.

Alex lets out a small chuckle, his face twitching up into a crooked grin. "Because I like you Jo." his eyes were flashing with sincerity. "More than I'd like to admit." he adds, talking loud enough to be heard over the sounds of wind and rain.

Jo's face begins to host a small smile.

No more running.

If it ended bad, it ended bad. But for now, she wasn't going to worry about that. If his main focus wasn't to sleep with her, then maybe something could happen.

She jogs over to him, watching the way his face lights up like a little boy in a candy store, she was sure her's was the same.

The girl lets out an amused laugh. "Fine, a date." she says, Alex's eyes filling up with glee.

"But... I need to do this first." she smirks before cusping his cheeks in her hands and pulling him down into a kiss, grinning against his lips. It was like before. So perfect, so right. The way their lips molded together, like two puzzles piece snapping into place.

She pulls back, a goofy smile on her face as she looks up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Did we really just do all this in the rain like some cheesy romance movie?" she asks teasingly, unable to wipe the grin that had formed. She really liked kissing him.

"Hell yeah we did."

[yikeswtfmate]

Part 1: Ungodly Hours

Of Tinder Dates & Caramel Macchiatos - Series Masterlist // main masterlist // next part

Summary: Y/N had no idea her new work routine would bring a certain handsome bartender to her table where she drinks her coffee every morning. Steve is sweet, although a bit sleep deprived, and Natasha thinks Y/N and him would make the perfect pair. But dating him is out of the question. What happens when, tired of Nat’s bizarre behaviour, Y/N installs Tinder and meets this really cute guy who can read her like an open book?

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; Thor Odinson x Reader

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, sexual references and themes

A/N: guess who’s back! back again with a very long Steve series that might be the end of me but that i already love with my whole heart and oh god i am so nervous i really hope you’re gonna like this

Coffee shops in the morning could easily be considered anyone’s personal hell. The sheer amount of people trudging along to get their daily fix of caffeine would normally make Y/N stop in her tracks and take a turn towards the nearest coffee vending machine, even if it tastes worse than crap. At least she doesn’t have to wait for half an hour in line stuck between a very loud lawyer and that one mum who insists on buying the nastiest green smoothie she’s ever seen in her life.

However, coffee shops at 6 in the morning, right about when Peter changes the sign from closed to open, are heaven sent. Sure, the prospect of having to be out and about for work at 6 am is less than ideal, but at least she’s always been more or less a morning person. And her paycheck has been considerably fatter last month. 

Y/N takes her usual seat outside, caramel macchiato right next to her laptop. Today should be an easy day - fill out some paperwork before she heads to the office at 8.45, pick up Pepper’s coffee, and sort out whatever has been left of this week. Easy, simple and to the point, although Nat would love to argue that Saturdays are for sleeping in, and not for personally picking up documents from various stakeholders. 

“Or better yet, download Tinder and work out your stress with random guys.” Nat had suggested last night on the phone, when Y/N made the mistake of mentioning she hadn’t had any in too many months to count. “There’s this great guy I know…”

“No.” Y/N interrupted, knowing exactly where that would’ve gone. “Every time you tried to set me up with someone, it ended up in disaster. We’re not doing this again, Nat.”

“I just want you to be happy.” She muttered, most definitely being silently admonished by Bucky for trying to interfere in her friend’s life yet again.

“I am happy, sweetheart. Just because I’m not getting any at the moment, that doesn’t mean I’m not happy. Plus, you know what I think -”

“If it’s meant to be, there’s no point in me chasing it, yes.” Nat echoed with a roll of her eyes. “Sometimes your whole attitude of ‘go with the flow’ pisses me off. I say you should go after what you want.”

“Well, there’s nothing, or no one to want at the moment so there’s no point in me getting into a frenzy about it. When the moment’s right, it will happen.”

“Hey!” 

The voice cuts right through the middle of her thought, interrupting Nat’s sneered answer of ‘I just hope he won’t be an asshole like your ex’, making Y/N look up from her laptop. There’s a guy standing next to her, one steaming cup of coffee in a hand, uncertain smile on a face ragged by what can only be lack of sleep. He’s tall and broad shouldered, and she can’t place him for a second, before her eyes land on the sleeve tattoo on his right arm. 

“Steve?” She asks, just as hesitant.

“Yeah!” He grins, running his free hand through his hair, until there’s a blond mess of it. “Y/N, right? You’re Nat’s friend.”

“Yeah, that’s right. I uh- how are you?”

The whole scene most probably looks ridiculous to the outside eye - her sitting down, craning her neck to look at this monolith of a man, both of them oozing with awkwardness and hesitation. She’s always hated that touch of absurdity in interactions between people who know each other, but are not even acquaintances. Even though her job as an executive assistant requires her to navigate situations just like these, that does not mean it makes it easier for her to know how to do that in her personal life. It’s called balance - be a badass at your job, but you’re left an embarrassing mess when it comes to talking to cute guys that you don’t actually know.

“Just got off my shift. Thought I should grab a coffee and spare myself of falling asleep on the subway again.”

“Oh. You’re still working as a bartender then?” She replies, digging her claws into the faint memory of him running from one end of the bar to the other, barely managing to shake her hand after a brief introduction that one time she agreed to go out with Nat and Bucky. 

“Yep. I’m actually part-owner now.” Steve says proudly and she can’t help but grin with him. 

“Congratulations!” Y/N claps her hands - what is that, come on, get yourself together. “Hey, do you wanna take a seat and have your coffee? I feel weird sitting while you’re standing.”

“Ah, I shouldn’t. I’ve been up for almost 24 hours now.” He scratches the back of his head, checks his watch and glances at her again in thought. “But I can spare 5 more minutes to finish this. Wouldn’t want to spill it all over me again.”

Y/N smiles and does her best at clearing at least one corner of the table. He takes a seat, and she notices the way his knee brushes softly against hers, and fair enough, the table is small, but this guy is massive and he’s dwarfing everything around him - it’s no wonder they can barely fit together. 

“So what are you up to at this ungodly hour of the morning on a Saturday?” He asks after swiftly scanning all the papers and electronics between them.

“Ah, my life is definitely less exciting than yours.” She laughs. “I’m just getting to work.”

“On a Saturday?” His confusion is clear. So is his amusement as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“I see Nat hasn’t been complaining to everyone around her about me. That’s reassuring.”

“I wouldn’t know.” Steve shrugs. “Whenever they come to the bar, I’m usually working. I can barely exchange two words with them.”

“That’s right. I remember her saying something about you needing to get a break.” 

“More like a life. I haven’t had a day off in months, I don’t even know what daylight looks like anymore.”

There’s no denying the fact that he looks exhausted - if the dark circles under his eyes wouldn’t be indication enough, it’s easy to read it in the tense set of his shoulders, the way he’s more slumping than sitting in his chair. Y/N is filled with a weird sense of wanting to make this man a cup of tea and order him to go to bed already. His gaze keeps shifting, as if it can’t focus on anything for more than a few seconds, and there’s a slight hint of misery written all over his features that is cleverly hidden by his happy-go-lucky attitude, which seems superficial if analysed closely. Perks of being the best at her job, curse for people who don’t want their business pried into, but then again...they don’t know each other that well, so she keeps her mouth shut. Whatever is bothering him is none of her damn business.

“If it makes you feel any better, I have no idea what nightlife looks like anymore.” She offers.

“We’d make an invincible human being if we were to join forces.” Steve laughs. “I’ll tell you all about teenagers trying to get in with fake IDs, how to get rid of vomit in the toilets and what’s the best way to mix a Long Island and you can tell me all about traffic in the morning, rush hour at lunchtime and what kids are up to when they get off school.”

“Mostly TikTok dances.” Y/N shrugs, which earns her the cutest sleep-deprived laugh she’s ever heard in her life. 

“Is that what those are? Oh God, I feel old now.” 

She chuckles - it’s cute, he’s cute. In a lost puppy kind of way, but her final verdict is interrupted by her phone vibrating next to her hand. Now, she wouldn’t normally be so rude as to answer a phone in the middle of a conversation, especially when she is focused on the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he’s grinning at his not-exactly-joke, but PEPPER CALLING is a rude awakening that she is supposed to actually be at work in less than 15 minutes. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I have to get this, it’s my boss.”

“No worries. I should get going anyway. I think I’ve already slipped into sleepwalking anyway.” He stands up and fumbles around for a few seconds - yet another situation that neither of them seems to know how to handle. Are they supposed to shake hands? Hug? Take an imaginary hat off? 

So Y/N settles on a smile, which must put him at ease a teensy bit, because he grins back at her - that boyish grin that made her think cute way too many times by this time of the day. 

“It was great seeing you, Y/N. Don’t overwork yourself today. It is Saturday after all.”

“Says the one who’s 90% asleep.” Y/N giggles. “Bye, Steve!”

“See you around, sweetheart!”

*

Nat takes out a bottle of wine, moving around the well-lit kitchen as if she’s lived there her whole entire life, and not only for the past three weeks. Y/N is still mesmerised by the fake brick wall in front of her to pay attention to the glass thrust between her fingers - this apartment is gorgeous. She had no idea Bucky was so good at interior design, which must have been a huge selling point when they’ve decided where to live together. Christ, Y/N would have wanted to move in with him after only 5 months, for this apartment alone. But Nat is frowning - that deep line between her eyebrows leaves nothing to speculation, and Y/N knows her best friend too well not to realise that she is not happy with what she’s hearing.

“Are you going to say anything or should I just assume you’re pissed off?”

“I’m not pissed off.” Nat says, an immediate response that sounds too close to defensiveness to sound like truth. “I’m just- I’m surprised, is all. I mean, it is Steve we’re talking about here after all.”

“That’s exactly why I don’t understand why you’re reacting like this.”

Nat brings her foot up on her stool, and braces her knee while her other hand is playing with the rim of her glass. She’s avoiding eye contact, which is never a good sign when it comes to her, yet Y/N simply can’t put her finger on the reason behind her sudden change in demeanour when she’s told her that she met Steve this morning. 

“I just don’t think that Steve would be the right person for you right now.” She finally mutters and there’s a tinge of embarrassment in her tone that Y/N can’t decipher.

“Ok, you’re going to have to explain what the hell is going on because I have no idea what’s with all this hostility. All I did was tell you that I chatted with Steve for half an hour this morning. How did you connect that to me getting into a relationship with him?”

“Because!” Nat groans. “You and Steve would be perfect for each other. Not to mention you’re my best friend and he’s Bucky’s best friend and just that idea alone gives me cavities. I want you to be together!”

“I’ve seriously never been more confused in my entire life.”

“Ok, look, I’m going to be completely honest with you right now.” Nat sighs and she at long last makes eye contact. “It’s not my story to tell, but the gist of it is that Steve’s recently gotten out of a relationship with one of my friends from work. He was completely swept off his feet, even Bucky’s never seen him this infatuated with someone. The problem is that, as much as I love Peggy, she really did a number on him. He’s been a complete wreck ever since and he doesn’t even know that she’s gotten back together with her ex. I’m just saying that he’s not in the right emotional state to get into another relationship right now. And you’re in a complete state at the moment as well.”

“Me?” Y/N squeals, surprised by this sudden change of direction. “What is wrong with me?”

“Honey, you also recently got out of a serious relationship where you were practically married to the guy. I really think you should spend some time alone and focus on yourself, and not guys. Flings, fuck buddies, Tinder, sure, whatever. Do whatever you couldn’t during these past few years, but you’re not ready to jump into another serious relationship again. I love you and I love Steve, but you’d probably destroy each other if you were to get together.”

Y/N waits for a few more seconds in order to make sure Nat’s said her piece. She’s surprised by her friend’s outburst - it was only yesterday that Y/N’s explained to her that she’s not willing to get herself out there just yet and she was rebuffed by promises of friends and possibilities. This mix of encouragement and relentlessness is nothing short of confusing. Especially since Y/N hasn’t even hinted at a potential romance with Steve.

“Ok, first of all, I want you to know that I agree with you. I’m not ready to get into another relationship right now, but I also want you to understand that I’m not going back to jumping into bed with guys I barely know. Look where that got me last time! Second, I didn’t tell you I saw Steve today because I want to be in a relationship with him. We just talked. As friends. Nothing more.”

They look at each other in silence for a few moments, a sense of uneasiness that Y/N’s never felt in the whole time she’s known Nat. There’s something odd about her reaction, but she can’t say what it is exactly. She guesses she can understand her friend’s protectiveness over Steve - after all, she knows all too well how much of a mama bear Nat can be with people she cares about, but isn’t she supposed to care more about what her best friend might want? Even if Y/N doesn’t want Steve, but it’s the principle of it!

“Right.” Nat mutters. “Well, I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Nat, I’m not doing anything. I barely talked once with the guy by accident.” 

This is getting ridiculous.

“Just remember that I don’t want to be involved in this.”

“There’s no this to be involved in!”

[83serk]

A Fun Camping Story, I guess.

“Were going camping!” Father yelled excitedly. “Whatever, I’m only going if i get to take Tammy with.” My sister said. Chelsea can be annoying sometimes, but since she is so relatable to Mean Girls I’m fine with being around her because it makes me laugh. “If Chelsea gets to bring Tammy, I want to bring Jason.” I said to dad. “That fat nerd, no way!” Chelsea said angrily. “Leave him alone Chelsea, its only fair.” Mom said in a calming voice. Chelsea looked at me and stuck her tongue out. Jason is kind of fat and a nerd but he is the only kid that would be my friend. Chelsea is 16, and i’m 14, which makes us two years apart, and even dad and mom think m more mature than her. I can’t help but feel that they love her more than me though, unless shes blackmailing them to buy her whatever she wants. “We are leaving in two hours so call your friend now, before you forget.” Mom said. I walked up stairs to my room. I packed a couple t-shirts, a pocket knife, a jacket, shorts, socks, a small hatchet, some rope to practice my knots,underwear, a garbage bag, a shovel and a pair of hiking boots. I picked up my phone and called Jason. “Hey Mike! Whats up?” Jason said. I could here everything going on in the background. “Do you have any plans this week?” I asked. “ Ya, I’m going to my grandmas in like an hour to spend the rest of the week.Why?. Jason questioned. “No reason, well i have to go, bye.” I hung up the phone before he could say anything else. I walked downstairs with my blue suitcase and put it next to the front door. I saw Tammy’s mom’s car pull up the drive way. The car was a white sedan. Tammy walked out of the car, and walked back to the trunk. She set all her pink baggage down and slammed the trunk. As her mom pulled out of the driveway she walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. I stared out the window and watched her sit there and wait. Tammy was the same age as Chelsea, she had blonde hair, silver like eyes, she was wearing supper short khakis and a pink crop top cut t-shirt. Chelsea came down the stairs “Pervert, your getting your drool all over the window!” Chelsea said in disgust. Chelsea opened the door for Tammy. “OMG you look amazing, what is that a new skirt?” Tammy said. “Ya, I bought it at Kohl's.” Chelsea answered. I walked away as they blabbered on up the stairs. Bummed out that my only friend couldn’t make it, I through myself on the couch and watched the white swirly wave like  ceiling move. About thirty minutes have passed, my phone starts to ring. I take my phone out of my pocket and read that it was Jason calling, i pressed the green answer button. “Hey Mike, so my grandma had something come up and she wont be able to pick me up yet,do you still want to hangout?” Jason asked. “Sure, oh and i didn’t tell what i was doing but I’m going camping for the week...do you want to come with?” I asked. “That sounds way better, so sure let me just tell my grandma and I will be on my way, I already have my bags packed so i will be there in a couple of minutes.” Jason answered. “Alright see you then. bye.” I hung up the phone. I jumped off the couch and ran to the door in excitement. Waiting like a dog at the door, I see Jason run across the street to the front door. I opened the door before he even got a chance to take a breath, he jumped back scared but realized it was me. “Jeez, Mike you scared me.” Jason said while still catching his breath, he took out his inhaler and breathed in. “Sorry about that, i just got excited.” I replied apologetically.  As Jason walked inside i shut the door behind him. He set his bags next to mine and walked over and sat on the couch. As I was going to go sit next to him dad and mom came into the living room “Are you guys ready? because we are leaving now.” Dad said enthusiastically. “Yes, Mr Anderson!” Jason replied happily. dad looked at me. “And how about you?” “Yes, dad, everything is packed.” I talked in a lazy like voice. “Alrighty then, go get your sister Mike, we will put your stuff in the car.” I got up with a grown and walked up the stairs. I opened my sisters room and saw Chelsea and Tammy frenching each other. “Ewww gross, so your  a lesbian now?” I asked “No Mike, we are just practicing just in case there is some other hot male campers there.” Chelsea and Tammy both looked at each other and giggled. “Well were leaving now.” I walked downstairs and out the door and to the car. The only reason why we could bring so many people is because of our mini-van it has a navy green color to it. Jason had already claimed his seat in the very back with all our bags, mom went into the back to lift up the middle seat, where i will sit, then Tammy would have no choice but to sit on the right or left side of me. Then the worst most possible outcome happened, dad and mom sat in the back blocking all points of escape. I had forgot Chelsea had just gotten her permit. Chelsea and Tammy finally came out of the front door, they handed dad their bags and he through them in the back by Jason. Oh great, now I’m stuck by dad and mom, and Jason can go through our bags, hopefully he doesn’t. We drove the for the next 4 hours until we finally got there, we had to stop so many times because everyone had different bathroom schedules. At one of the stops i managed to switch spots with dad. Once we finally got to the parking lot, we took all of our bags out, then we had to literally hike to our cabin because its so far away. Thankfully, it was kind of remote there. There were no showers, and our cabin only had a toilet and a sink. Once we got in we found our rooms, me and Jason had to sleep in the living room because there were only two room cabins open. Dad should have booked a place early so we could have had a bigger cabin, but i didn’t mind it. “We’re gonna go out and explore the place for a little bit, we will be back later.” Chelsea said. “Bring your brother and his friend to.” Mom said. “No, why?” Chelsea said. “Because i said so, now go and leave me and your father alone for a couple of hours, bye love you guys.”Mom said cheerfully. Chelsea made a moan of disgust “Whatever, lets go.” She demanded. Me and Jason got up and followed them out the door. As we got closer to the main camping site where a giant lodge was and a park next to it where other kids were playing, me and Jason decided to go to the park, “ We are gonna go to the park, see you in a little bit.” I said to Chelsea. “I hope not.” She whispered to Tammy but loud enough to make sure i heard it. As me and Jason walked up to the park, two kids ran up to us and asked “Do you want to play tag with us?” It was two twins that looked identical to the ones from the Shinning movie. “Sure!” I said to them. I was just trying to make Jason tired for later. I can’t wait, I’m so excited. “Why are you smiling so big?” Jason asked. I just looked at him then ran over to the kids playing tag, he followed behind me. “Hey Chelsea,” Tammy said, “Do you see that guy over their, he looks kind of hot.” “Eww he definitely is not” Chelsea said in disgust. “Well, I’m going to go talk to him.” Tammy said excitedly. “Whatever, you whore.” Chelsea said in a jealous voice. Tammy walked towards the guy. Chelsea watched as they flirted up a storm. Tammy came back running towards Chelsea all happy like as if she had won the lottery. “He wants to meet up by the lake later.” Tammy said while do a little happy dance. “Good for you, I hope you get an STD.” Chelsea said furiously and walked away. Chelsea walked inside the giant lodge and ran to the bathroom as she started crying. Tammy trying not to be ugly for when she meets up with the new guy named David she just talked to went to go prepare at the cabin. I saw Chelsea run into the lodge crying, so i ran in after to see if she was okay, completely forgetting about Jason. As I walked into the women's bathroom, i could hear Chelsea crying loudly, “Are you okay?” I asked her. “Why are you in the women's bathroom Mike, your such a pervert.” She said why trying to hold in tears. “I saw you fight with Tammy, what was that about, a guy?” I asked “NO, I’M CRYING BECAUSE I THOUGHT SHE WAS INTO ME!” she yelled and started crying even louder. Damn, I do not want to get mixed into this and ruin my plans with Jason. I walked out of the bathroom hearing behind me, “YOUR SUCH A DICK MIKE!” As it got dark, me and Jason started to head back to the cabin, we saw Tammy all dressed up, heading towards the small lake a few minutes away from the cabin. We didn’t bother to ask what she was doing, so we just ignored each other. We walked to the cabin and we heard moaning coming from it, “Stay out here,” i whispered. I’m gonna sneak in and grab my bag.” “Why?” Jason asked. “Because were gonna go to the lake and watch Tammy.” I smiled. I sneaked inside and heard the moaning coming from the parents room. “Gross.” I said to myself. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door. We started heading into the direction that Tammy was walking in before. As we got farther and farther into the woods i turned around and told Jason to take a break for a minute. “ I’m gonna go pee.” Jason said “Alright, don’t get lost.” I said back. Jason started walking off the path, I put on gloves and tore a couple holes in the garbage bag so i would get my clothes stained from the mud and stuff, then I grabbed out my hatchet,tied my rope around two trees to see if he would end up tripping over it for later, picked up a small rock, and followed Jason. Once he stopped i waited behind a bush for the perfect moment to scare him. As he zipped his shorts up he turned around and started to walk back to where we stopped. i threw the rock i grabbed to scare Jason a little. It hit a tree making a little dink! sound. “Who’s there!” Jason turned at yelled towards where i through the rock. I leaped out of the bush with my hatchet “BOO!” i yelled as loud as i can. He started bolting towards where we were before, and just as i predicted, he tripped over the rope and sprained his ankle. “This isn’t funny!” Jason yelled. “I ran at him with a murderous grin to scare him more. I jumped over the rope, took my hatchet and swung as hard as i can into Jason's chest. I put my foot on his chest and pulled the hatchet out. He touched his wound and put his hands to his face. “HELP, SOMEBODY HELP!!!!!”  As he struggled to move, i grabbed my pocket knife out of my bag, then turned around to see Jason crawling down the path leaving a trail of blood behind him. I walked up to him, stomped on his back, then grabbed his hair up to show his now vulnerable neck. “Time to die piggy!” I said in a gruesome excited voice. I stabbed him in the jugular and then slice all the way across his neck. I dropped his head, Jason put his hands across his next to hold in the blood. I grabbed the shovel out of the bag and started to dig a hole. I was to tired to make it deep, so just dragged his body and threw everything i used in the hole i dug then covered it with twigs. As I started walking down the path i remembered that Tammy was going by the lake with a guy. I started running towards the lake to see some action. As i got there i saw them all ready putting their clothes on, but someone else was watching them. He started running towards the guy with an ax? Then really fast swung the ax chopping half way through his head then swung it again, but this time it went right through cutting the whole head off. Blood sprayed all over Tammy’s face she started running to the woods screaming. The guy with the ax chased after her. I chased after them trying to make sure the ax guy doesn’t see me. All of a sudden i heard a “CLAMPING” sound and more screaming of pain coming from Tammy. I finally caught up to them when i saw Tammy on the ground trying to pull open what seems to be a bear trap biting at her right leg. I heard the person with the ax say to Tammy  “ If you wanted it off so badly then why didn’t you ask?” His voice sounded familiar but i couldn’t tell. The person with the ax swung at Tammy's leg until it fully came off. Tammy turned on to her chest and started pulling herself away but the person with the ax started swing it at her back. Each time it hit her back her screaming would get louder then she would go back to crying for help. Once she stopped crying, the person mocked her, then walked casually away as if nothing had just happened. Once the person was out of sight. I walked up to Tammy’s body one last time before i started back to the cabin. I got there as the same time as Chelsea did. “Where have you been?” I asked Chelsea, as if she was the one who killed that guy and Tammy out of jealousy. “I’ve been in that bathroom at the lodge since you left it why?” I looked at her in disbelief. “Whatever.” I said to mock her. We walked into the cabin and i noticed that the moaning hadn’t stopped. I went up stairs and knocked real loud on the door “Mom, Dad can you stop!” I yelled. “It’s disgusting.” But nothing happened. i tried again even louder but nothing. I opened the door and saw Mom’s half naked body and the bed covered in blood. There was a tape playing on repeat. I walked over and turned it off. “Dad just got...back...” Chelsea's speech started to slow down as she saw Mom covered in blood laying there lifeless. I looked at  Chelsea, her face in shock. Then all of a sudden an ax swung at the top of her head cutting her face off. She walked backwards and fell off the edge of the railing with a big thud as her body hit the floor of the cabin. The guy with the ax moved in-front of the door way. Still in shock, I heard the person say “Hey Mike, like father like son am i right?” He asked, making me fall into a deeper state of shock only to be broken as he charged at me and hit me on the side of my head making me fall unconscious. I woke up in a hospital next to my dad waiting for me to finally wake up. “Oh my gosh you are okay!” He yelled and ran over to give me a hug. “What happened?” I asked. “ I was picking up dinner when i got a call saying you were in the hospital.” Dad said. “Do you remember anything?” “No I replied.”That’s good. That’s very good.” He whispered to himself. “Why am i handcuffed to the bed?” I asked dad. “And why are there cops outside my room?” A lady came in answering the question “You have been charged with killing your mother,sister, Tammy Daryl, David Honester, and Jason McNeil. “NOOOO!” I screamed and started crying as everything from that night filled my head.

Hope you liked my story. This is my first one and i plan on writing more. Have a nice day :D

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Peter Parker-Peter’s Tingle

Requested by anon! Angst alphabet letter B with fluffly ending! Although is not really angsty! I hope you like it!!

Plot: Peter’s tingle must always be trusted; through the good and bad.

Warnings: pregnant!reader, pregnancy problems (sightly), giving birth. Let’s pretend Peter’s 18 for this fanfic! ALWAYS WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT

Cravings were weird, and yours were definitely the weirdest of them all. You were sure of it when, at eleven thirty of the night, you were walking down the aisle of a store that was fifteen minutes away from your house just because of those snacks that you used to have as a child. Walking into the store and greeting the old man in the front, you looked around until you spotted what you came in there for. They were ordered by colours, the weirdest flavours displayed in front of you. You smiled at the thought of shoving a bunch of them in your mouth, and you almost clapped. While you were picking as much of them as you could in your arms and balancing them in your pregnant belly, you thought about him.

Probably, it would have been a good idea to tell Peter.

Peter, your boyfriend and the father of your child. Peter, the super hero of Queens that fainted when you went to the bathroom on the cinema two weeks ago. Peter, who didn’t know where you were and probably was coming back from patrol in a few minutes. Yeah, it seemed a pretty stupid idea, coming down all the way to the store when your boyfriend is fucking spiderman and could just swing there.

But he had left the toilet seat up once more and you didn’t want to deal with him. Not when you knew you would melt with his cute brown eyes and his innocent self.

Arms full of snacks and weird things, you walked back to the counter; only to stop by the third aisle, where the baby section peaked. You were over the 7th month of the pregnancy, yet you had decided to keep the gender of the baby a secret. It was Peter idea, who wanted to surprise everyone with the little bundle. He liked to have arguments with Tony, saying that it would be a boy, smarter than Tony that would make the most incredible suit the world had ever seen. To what Tony proposed to create a bubble paper room in the tower just for the baby.

It had been an accident. The unsafe sex, the pregnancy, the baby. Yet you knew that Peter and you would love that kid, either if it was a girl or a boy. Shuffling through the clothes, you tried to pick gender neutral ones when your phone rang. The annoying tone of Spiderman, does whatever a spider can started sounding, and thank God it was so late and there wasn’t anyone around.

“Hey babe” you answered, putting on a happy smile even if he couldn’t see you.

“Y/N! Thank God you’re alive. I-I came from patrol, and I didn’t see you. Thought you would be over Tony’s? But he hadn’t seen you either. S-so I got a bit, uh, worried?”

“I’m fine, just needed a quick run to-where are you?”

In the background, you could hear strange sounds. At first, they seemed a machine working, yet the more you focused, the farther the sounds were from being that. You sighed when you realised that it was Peter’s swinging by the buildings, the metallic suit colliding with the air.

“Peter, you better not be talking while swinging.”

There was a pregnant pause, where Peter could only keep silence shamefully; but he didn’t stop. You left the yellow onesie on its place and turned back to pay for all your items; apart from the snacks, two Spiderman’s plushie and a sippy cup themed like captain America.

“I swear, this stress is bad for the baby”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking though” a new voice interrupted the conversation, your eyes widening. “Hey Y/N. How’s it going?”

You let your mouth fall open when Tony’s voice came through your phone, and had to tighten your arms around the products to keep them from falling. Your adoptive father had been against the relationship since you had known Peter, and actually made the show of chasing Peter around New York with his ironman suit. Your mother, Pepper, and you had to stop him before it actually got bad.

When he found out you were pregnant, Peter ended up unconscious in the med bay and, once more, your mother and you had shouted to hell and back. Now, seven months later, Tony Stark and Peter Parker made the best team in keeping Y/N Potts away from danger; danger being opening a can by yourself or doing some shopping.

“I can’t believe your brought him into this, Pete” you said, half angry half i-knew-it-would-happen. “I thought we said no more Tony in your paranoias! His old heart can’t handle it!”

“Hey, I heard that!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry Y/N, but my senses kept bugging me and I’m really worried. And-then I called Tony, to ask him if you were with him, you know I can’t lie to him!” Peter rushed out, actually afraid of what you might do against him. “I’m sorry.”

“Okay, good. Good” you rubbed your eyes slowly, suddenly dying for a warm bed. Was it you, or it was too cold in that shop? Damn the hormones and the cravings. “I just want to go home, I’m really tired. I don’t care anymore, just be here quickly”

“Minutes away, Y/N. Promise”

You decided to sit in ones of the chairs that was exposed on the shop. It was a weird shop, that sold too many things. But it felt amazing to have somewhere to sit. Peter insisted in keeping on the line while he got there, and something in his voice made you reconsider your quick nap and hum in approval. Then, he began talking about his patrol and about how he almost broke his leg rescuing a lost kitten.

Tony made the occasional appearance, adding some snarky remark or just making sure you were okay. It didn’t worry you that he was so overprotective; they always were. Teen pregnancy was always a risk. From school, to people and social media, to health problems. A lot of things could go wrong in a teen pregnancy.

Minutes passed and, before you knew it, you heard the owner of the shop gasp in surprise. A male voice called your name, and you answered half-heartedly, almost ready to fall asleep there. From where you were sitting, you saw Iron Man impressive suit peeking over the shelves, and calling with one hand to a small figure, who ran to your side in seconds.

“Hey” Peter’s soft voice made you smile, and soon his fluffy locks welcomed you.

Peter kneeled on your right, his suit covered hand resting on your thigh and squeezing it carefully. He had bags under his eyes and a tired smile adorning his face. His locks were all over the place, still not used to the new mask Tony had gave him. You couldn’t resist the urge of running a hand through them.

As if it was a routine, his other hand travelled to your belly, covered by a horrendous pre-mom jacket he had made you wear. Still, both of you felt the baby kicking softly where Peter was touching it, and you smiled happy.

“Young woman, consider yourself the main cause of my grey hair” Iron man’s voice said.

Tony stepped out of the suit, leaving it on guarding mood on the beginning of the aisle; Spiderman’s identity was yet to be revealed. Although he looked slightly annoying from being out of his lab, he had a fond shine on his eyes, that was only directed to a few people in the world.

“I’m sorry I got you out of bed, old man” you heard Peter’s stiffen a laugh. “I just wanted something to eat.”

“Next time you can just call me” Peter said. “You know I can drop anything for you”

He would, and you knew it more than well. When he had discovered you were pregnant, you expected a lot of things. Walking out on you, insulting you, questioning the father of the child, excusing himself of its life. But Peter Parker had only hugged you tight and promised you that he would never move from your side, whatever you wanted or decided. And even proposed to leave highschool and search for some job.

Thankfully, aunt May and Pepper took that idea out of his mind quickly.

“I could use some spiderman swinging right now” you said, using your best puppy eyes. You faked a small pout and watched as Peter’s eyes widened. “I’m really, really tired… I walked here and all. And I want to go to sleep. Like, now.”

“What? Why?” Peter panicked. “Do you feel sick? I can bright you a paper bin. Mr Stark, can you bring a paper bin? Or do you need anything else? Karen, can you call-“

“Kid, she’s fine” Tony rolled his eyes. “I’ve been living with her long enough to know those eyes. She’s just trying to get away with being lazy.

You chuckled and Peter relaxed his shoulders, muttering something to Karen about not bringing the ambulance. With his help, you got up from the chair and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He hugged your back and rubbed his nose against your neck, curls tickling your cheeks. Tony said something about keeping it PG and going to pay for the snacks, but you didn’t move from the embrace.

Peter’s arms had something that made you want to stay between them all day, even if it was weird with a huge stomach in between. The hard plates of his suit felt uncomfortable against your skin, and it was too chilly for you liking; yet you enjoyed yourself for a little bit, not aware of what was waiting for you.

It had probably passed only a few minutes before you heard the man in the counter walking angrily towards you. Your lips were awfully close to his, previously having kissed his neck, cheeks and chin, when Peter pushed aside and the mask covered him quickly, just in time to see the man walking in the aisle with Tony hot on his heels. He was speaking so fast you couldn’t understand him, although it was true that your mind felt a little foggy. The lights bothered you, the noises were too loud and it was cold in that dammed shop. You only wanted to go back to bed.

Peter gripped your hand and managed to push you a little behind him, not liking the way that man was pointing an angry arm at you.

“…pay! You have to pay for everything! Now it’s useless!”

“Hey man, I already paid for everything. And gave you a tip!” Tony raised his arms, and with a sharp look stopped the suit from frying that man. “This is ridiculous, you can’t even properly speak my language.”

“No, you pay more! She sat, and now useless! No one is buying the chair no more, and shop close if doesn’t have money! Pay!”

“Mr Stark?” Peter asked, voice unsure but ready to jump into the argument. By then, you were leaning on his back, cheek pressed against his shoulder blade while his thumb caressed your palm.

The man shouted something in his language. Judging by the small black moustache, dark skin and long clothes, he was probably muslim. He kept pointing to the chair, as if he wanted desperately for you to notice something.

And, in an ironic way, you were the first one to do so. You should had probably noticed earlier; the discomfort, the constant need to pee. Those were alarming signals, but you had just confused them with cravings and maternity hormones. While Tony shouted back and forwards with the man, you got stuck looking at the red stain on the chair you had been sitting on mere seconds ago. Some of it had leaked to the ground, and just then you were aware of the sticky feeling on your legs. Looking down, you saw the grey leggings darkened, and you gasped.

“You al-“

Peter stopped at midsentence when he noticed the blood on your thighs. Once you were up and not sitting, he could see the beginning of a larger stain of red. He didn’t mind when his mask fell off and the muslim man stopped talking in surprise, neither when, in an attempt to catch you, he crashed with the shelves on his back and knocked over some diaper’s boxes.

“Y/N”

Tony had never heard such a desperation in the boy’s voice. He had you gripping on his forearms, face suddenly face and sweat rolling down your neck. His face wasn’t much better; wide eyes, tears already forming in them, and mouth open.

However, Peter didn’t get to say anything before you finally crumbled down on his arms while your world turned black.

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As Peter swung through the buildings of New York, bag on his shoulders, all he could think was about the crib. The half-done crib you were trying to build in what would be the kid’s room, in the tower. You had decided to stay there, with Peter, and although he would miss May, he had been happy with the idea.

Until the moment came, and he had been too busy fussing over the avengers to build the crib; then, he felt miserable. It couldn’t have been his fault, as the little bundle had decided to come three fucking months earlier.

His heartbeat was wild on his ears, so loud that he couldn’t see or feel the wind that passed through him. If you were there, you would shout at him for going to fast. If you were there, you would make him focus on the task and forget about the damn crib. But you weren’t, you were in an hospital bed giving birth while he went for the bag, that thankfully he had already prepared.

In a daze, he found himself in the hospital. The whole ‘protect the secret identity’ was long forgotten, and he ripped the mask off his head in front of the nurse in charge.

“C-Can I help you?” the lady said, voice trembling. She blinked a few times, surprised to see such a young boy in the spiderman’s suit.

“Yes, yeah. I’m… Y/N Y/L/N. She’s-She’s my girlfriend. Pregnant” Peter stumbled over his words. “She-well, not any more. I guess? She’s giving birth. Early, thought. We had a problem in a shop and-“

“Room 311. That’s the third floor” the woman cut him, kind smile on her face. “Take the elevator, then it’s down the hall and to the right”

He didn’t even think. His mind was only a mix of white noise and blurry images passing through him. Peter ran to the elevator, resting his forehead against the metallic wall of it as it rose, exacerbating the swooping feeling he had been fighting since you fainted on his arms; like someone ripped the floor out from beneath his feet. He had been trying to prepare himself for that moment for months, reading all the available books he found and asking for advice to every person he knew.

But, the moment had arrived and he didn’t even had the crib.

There was a woman waiting outside room 311, sipping from a water bottle and wearing awful expensive clothes. She had her hair tied up in a bun, and Peter barely recognised her as the lawyer Tony had gotten for you. Without sparing her another glance, he sprinted past her and almost kicked the door open.

It was sort of a nightmare, what lied behind that door. Peter thought his mind filtered out the worse of it, yet when he opened it and found you sitting on a bed, the end of it covered by blood, he was ready to faint himself.

Tony was by your side, shouting something over the phone with a frown on his face. And you were crying. Fat, big tears were making their way down your chest, and Peter’s knees became jelly. He managed to step up to your bed.

“Y/N”

You looked up at him briefly, eyes squeezed in pain. You didn’t make any sound of recognition, but grabbed his hand in an iron grip and squeezed it. Peter immediately got the hint, and used his other hand to avoid the sweat getting into your eyes.

Tony got out of the room after nodding to Peter, taking the bag out of his white knuckles and placing it on the chair. Bile rose up to Peter’s throat when a particularly pained scream left your lips. You leaned over for a second, before relaxing slightly.

He took that as his cue to start whispering soothing words to you. They didn’t do much, and you only wanted to push him apart. But his voice was trembling, his hands were shaking and Peter had also tears on his eyes. So you let him keep talking while the next contraction hit you.

“You seem awfully close to passing out” you tried to joke, enjoying the few seconds of rest. Peter let out a nervous chuckle.

“That’s probably because I am” he whispered. “But I’m not! I promise, I’m not moving. Squeeze my hand, do whatever you want. I’ve read that maybe insulting me might-“

“Pete” you interrupted him, breathless. “I’ll be okay. The baby will be okay, doctors get preemies in here all the time, they know how to take care of them”

Peter’s thought went back to the unfinished crib, how he might had been the one not prepared. He would willingly give his life away from you. But taking care of another life? He wasn’t so sure about that. Even with the financial support of your mother and Tony, they were still a lot of things to solve. Like, highschool, life changes, his schedules.

He didn’t get to continue the list of things he could do wrong because it happened.

One second he was whispering just one more push to you, the next the room was filled with the sound of crying. It was like the first time he heard the heartbeat; it came from everywhere. It came from inside him, he could heart it in his bones. Already, Peter knew he could never forget it.

It wasn’t loud, just tiny mewling noises. The nurses rushed forward with clean towels to wipe away the blood. They were swaddling something in their arms, talking in hushed whispered. He can’t hear your voice calling him over the kid’s low cries. A blonde old nurse came forward, looking at you with soft eyes and asked you something.

Peter’s ears seemed to snap open to her words.

“Would you like to hold her?”

Vaguely, he registered the doctor talking to you about delivering the placenta next, but you nodded excitedly. Peter turned everything he had heard, seen or felt in his life down, and only focused on the blonde nurse standing by your side, offering up a bundle of blankets with a baby, his baby. The room became blurry because of his tears, and he had to sit down.

Next to you. So, Peter saw the little head between the blankets. And he cried.

“Remember to support her head-yeah, like that! I feel like you’re gonna be a natural.”

Peter didn’t actually heard what came after, neither did you. His ears aren’t ringing anymore, either. It was just him, the love of his life laying on a bed, and the bundle of happiness the world had decided to gift him with. A wriggling and squirming little baby girl, with her rounded cheeks flushed with red. Her tiny daughter.

The words made him choke on his sobs, and he covered his mouth with his hand. The love that crashed him was like anything else; it eclipsed everything, warmed him like a rising sun and washed away the thought about the crib.

There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do, there was nothing that meant more to him that that moment.

“Hi, baby” you whispered.

Blindly, she reached towards the source of the voice.

Ten years ago, you had met Peter Parker. A boy with asthma, thin and a little nerdy; that had given you a silly necklace with a self-made atom. The same way it had captured your attention, and since that moment you had stuck to his side, your daughter gripped it with chubby fingers, and her cries died down.

Peter felt as if he was staring at the sun. He put one hand on her head, and the baby, his baby, made a soft little whining sound. Her eyes fluttered open and, if Peter could, he would sit down again.

He couldn’t control the urge of turning your head to the side and crashing his lips to yours. You squealed in surprise, and some nurses gasped. You were both sweaty and with tears on your eyes. The kiss tasted salty, it was awkward because the position and couldn’t last long because they had to take the little girl to the NICU. But it felt like the most perfect kiss of all times.

“I love you” he cried, not bothering to hide his sobs anymore. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

You giggle wetly at him, and pulled him closer for another kiss.

Things were going to be hard. Teen pregnancy, highschool, a premature baby and a whole new world waiting for you. But something in Peter’s gut, his Peter’s tingle, told him everything was going to be just fine.

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