#but I know y’all aren’t gonna all go back and remove the tag later like I will

[yallemagne]

Okay, so if y’all keep sending asks that need to be tagged as Dracula spoilers, I may not post the responses until Daily has caught up. All this stuff is gonna be buried by the time it’s relevant otherwise.

I’m not mad, I just want you to know that if you ask me something and I don't answer it right away, it's probably because I can't get into it without spoiling things.

[auramindedd]

Fixed? Never - SMAU*

Part 3

CorpseHusband x FemReader

Warnings: cussing

A/N: again, any posts with a “ * ” attached to “smau” has writing in it. imma focus A LOT more on just the social media n message perspective, but y/n n corpse meet in this part soooo i had to add some writing :) something else b4 i forget; i’m updating my masterlist and changing it into a directory post that way you guys can also request through a google form! i’ll have requests open at all times unless i get too stressed out or if they overfill. due to me changing my masterlist, there’s gonna be about 6 posts i think. also,, thank you guys so much for 600 followers! i’ve been hitting a bunch of milestones and haven’t been remembering to say thank you, but just know that i appreciate every single one of you... also i love reading y’all’s comments 😭

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You make sure you’re set up before 6 PM, which was probably a mistake. You can’t sit still, you’re starting to get nervous, and you kind of just want to run away to McDonald’s.

Sure, you know Ludwig, Dream, and Rae, but it feels like you’re at school all over again. That anxious feeling of having to be with people while your best friends aren’t around.

You’re leg is bouncing, your nails are tapping on your desk, and you can’t stop running your hand through your hair. It probably looks like a fucking bird nest by now.

You start streaming, deciding that maybe talking to your supporters will make things a bit better.

“Hey, loves,” You greet in a not so Y/N-fashioned way. Of course, the chat catches on, and you’re being called out for it. You can’t help but giggle at the fact that your supporters know how you usually are.

@user: What happened to, “Hey, bitches!”

@user: Ou, someone is nervous.

Yeah, they obviously know you very well.

“Alright, let’s start over.” You clear your throat for dramatic effect because, well, when are you not dramatic? “Hey, bitches!” Yup, even you know that just feels right.

After a while of talking to your supporters, Rae sends you the Discord invite and the Among Us code. You join, feeling your nerves start to come back.

“Y/N!” Rae exclaims in excitement when she sees you’ve joined the Among Us lobby.

“Hi,” You say, shyness lacing your voice.

“Oh my God! The cutest voice.” Jack says. Wow, what a compliment coming from the Jack_Septic_Eye.

You take time to introduce yourself to everyone, trying to calm your nerves.

“Are we gonna start?” Ludwig’s impatient ass asks.

“We’re waiting for Corpse.” Rae explains.

Shit, another person you have to introduce yourself to?

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets quickly, very obviously racing to be the first to say hi to Corpse.

“Hey, Sykkuno,” Corpse chuckles, and woah, the last thing you expected. You can’t help but be surprised, and you know it’s showing on your face. Why? Because your supporters are teasing you in the chat.

“Corpse,” Rae says in a sing-songy tone. “This is Y/N.” And your heart drops to your fucking stomach. Every single time it happens when you have to meet someone, but now your heart is beating even faster because you’re obviously the only one who hasn’t met Corpse. They’re all expecting a reaction out of you...

“Hey, Y/N.” His deep, husky voice says. You can hear the smile in his voice and it helps ease your nerves.

“Hi,” You greet, shyness still lacing your voice.

Corpse chuckles, “So cute.” Now you’re blushing. Great...

Rae starts the game, saving you before the others can start teasing you.

Crewmate.

You’ve only played Among Us once, in a public server with Dream, George, Karl, and Alex, and then you got bullied for not knowing what the fuck to do.

To say the least, you’re pretty glad to be Crewmate and not Impostor.

“Y/N!” Jack shouts, walking up to you. You slightly jump, forgetting they’re playing with Proximity Chat.

“Jack!” You shout back, letting his astronaut catch up to you.

“We were expecting a reaction.” He says, and of course they were.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t know. I feel like he hears it a lot, don’t want to add on to the list of Things People Say To Him Everyday.”

“Yeah, he’s probably very grateful for that.”

“Grateful for what?” Charlie walks up to you two.

“Nothing,” Jack drawls. You’ve just met Charlie, but you know that he’d tease both you and Corpse about one another’s voices.

“Oh, I know!” Charlie exclaims, but before he can say what he knows-

“Okayyy! That’s enough interaction with Charlie for today.” Jack says, and you take that as a, ‘Walk the fuck away now, Y/N!’

You walk around, trying your best to finish tasks, but when it comes to the card swipe in Admin, you want to quit life as a whole.

“Ugh, I fucking quit.” You groan, slamming your hands on your desk. A deep, rumbling chuckle comes through on your headphones.

“Having trouble?” Corpse teases.

“Yeah. I wanna rip every strand of my fucking hair out.”

“Swipe it slower.” And with that, you try again. Voila! Just like magic.

“Well if I would’ve fucking known.” You groan, Corpse chuckling.

“Here, I can help you with the game.”

“Yes, please, I don’t know shit about it.”

“You know, you cuss a lot for having such a sweet, innocent, and cute voice.” Corpse laughs.

“Yeah,” You drawl. “I know, bad fucking habit.” You slap your hand over your mouth. How does someone cuss in every sentence? Get a filter, damn.

Corpse walks around with you as you both finish tasks, explaining how the game works, and giving you tips for when you do end up being an Impostor.

Honestly, you could listen to his voice all day. He’s also really sweet.

“What are you two up to?” Brooke asks, doing tasks in Electrical with you two. Corpse told you to make sure you’re always aware of your surroundings when you’re in Electrical. So, naturally, you’re freaking out, but silently and internally.

“Brooke,” Corpse warns. He doesn’t even have time to finish his warning. Brooke kills him, his body flopping over, the one bone sticking out from the top of his body. Your mouth falls open.

“Hey, Y/N. Let’s be besties!” You don’t know what to do, but ay, #girlsupportinggirls, right? So, you walk with her. She helps you along the way, also telling you tips on the game, explaining how everything works. Then, after about a minute, a whole 60 seconds, Corpse’s body is reported.

“Why Corpse? Such an innocent man with a beautiful voice.” Lud fake cries.

“Get over it,” Brooke says.

“It’s Brooke! Brooke’s an Impostor!” Lud shouts.

“What? No! I was with Y/N for a lot of this round.” Brooke defends herself, and oh fuck, who the fuck do you defend? You’ve just met both of them, one of them will possibly hate you forever.

“Y/N?” Sykkuno grabs your attention, snapping you out of your thinking.

“Yeah, she was. She wouldn’t have had time to kill Corpse. Where was the body?” Well, there you go, potentially ruining yours and Corpse’s blooming friendship. Sad Girl Hour, type beat.

“In Electrical,” Charlie says.

“Yeah, no way she would’ve had to time to kill him.”

Nobody’s voted out. Brooke hasn’t even told you who the second Impostor is so, you don’t know if you should stay with her or not.

As you and Brooke are walking around, or skipping as she sees it, and holding hands, Dream pops out of a vent. Well, there’s Imposter two.

“Woah! Dream, way to out yourself out.” You tease, throwing your head back and laughing.

“Please, you’ve been with Brooke the whole time. Don’t say anything.” Dream begs, making you and Brooke giggle.

“I won’t, I won’t.”

“Thank you,” He starts walking away from you guys, but not without finishing his sentence that you thought was already finished. “Cutie.” And there, finished.

Fucking finished! Tweedle-dee, tweedle dum! Whoopty-fucking-do! Fan-fucking-tastic! A-fucking-mazing!

And of course you’re blushing for the whole 80,000+ people watching to tease you about.

“Oh my God!” Brooke squeals. “What was that?!”

“I’ll explain later,”

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“Y/N, how could you?” Corpse says, offended.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do.”

“She’s my enemy, Y/N. We were supposed to stick together. I told you some tips and tricks, explained how to be a badass Impostor, everything!” Wow, he’s a good fucking actor.

“I can very well do the same thing, bitch.” Brooke spits, all in a playful manner - you hope...

“Not better than me, bitch.” Corpse retorts, his astronaut getting closer.

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Imposter.

With Corpse.

Great.

Your enemy. Or as he put it, “Enemy who he can maybe, and most likely, will become friends with in the near future.”

“Follow,” He says, and even though he’s your enemy, you do.

“I gotta do my own thing.”

“You don’t know how to do shit.” Corpse scoffs.

“Okay then, what the fuck are we gonna do?”

“Double kills, all the way, but only when we meet up with each other. So, right now, we’ll both go our own ways, but when we see each other again, we’ll walk to a pair and do a double kill if we can.” Corpse explains.

“Brooke told me not to do double kills often. It won’t help get through a game.”

Corpse snorts, “Brooke doesn’t know dog shit about this game.”

“Fine,” You groan, going along with it only because you don’t know dog shit about the game either.

As Corpse explained, you two do double kills every time you meet up. You two managed to get double kills where people rarely go - Shields, Comms, and the top of Cafeteria.

After killing Rae and Sykkuno, the game ends. You made sure to leave Brooke and Dream alive.

“Period, we did that!” You exclaim, everyone else groaning and complaining about how you two should never be an Impostor duo again. “But I still fucking hate you because you hate me!”

“Exactly!” Corpse retorts in the same tone as you.

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[konowhore]

aoba johsai headcanons | watching a volleyball game with them

warning(s): spoilers from season 2-3, not proofreaded 

a/n: these are,,, very long HAHA and i’m so sorry that these are like,,,,,, all ending with reader and bf sleeping LMAO...

prompt: you watch a volleyball game with your boyfriend. you didn’t realize that it was a game between the two teams his team lost to.

oikawa

PLEASE HE WAS SO BITTER IN SEASON 3 IT WAS SO FUNNY????

but anyways

he had dragged you to watch the shiratorizawa v. karasuno game bc ‘you’re my gf i need emotional support<3′

you didn’t really know much about volleyball, maybe the basics like positions, but you were still excited to watch

his ass would choose the seat farthest away from the court simply bc he didn’t want to be seen and he would make the snarkiest remarks while watching about how they played and you would just be like: .. yea..... 

he’d realize that you’re a little confused abt what’s going on and then go:

“need me to explain anything princess?”

you lean into him and nod a bit, turning your head to smile up at him

his glasses reflect some light but he shifts them so he can look you in the eyes

cue you blushing bc the looks he gives you ?? <333 it makes ur heart cartwheel

anyways he rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, explaining to you about the big play that just happened

you would just stare at him and take glances at the game because he was just so admirable

he knew so much, he played really well

you knew he worked so hard to try and get nationals, yet his team ended up not making it

out of the blue while you both sit and watch, you stretch up to kiss his cheek

oikawa, who usually isn’t too flustered, has pink-dusted cheeks when he looks at you

“yes princess...?”

“nothing, i just adore you.”

the growing smile on his face makes you giggle and rest your head on his shoulder

the game continues, oikawa continuing to make remarks about each team, observing the game

you get a little bored, hugging his arm and watch the ball go back and forth 

oikawa pays really close attention tho bc he offers to take you home awwwwww

“if you’re tired we can go-”

“no it’s okay!! i like hearing your commentary uwu”

stop he’s so in love with you

like he would stare at you after that and just be all <3

and so you two stay for the whole game (you fell asleep some point,,,,,, woke up once to buy water LMAO)

watching volleyball with oikawa makes you realize how much he has a passion for it and you just admire him. so. much. 

and oikawa would be so grateful that you’re so supportive and he’d tell you a thousand times after the game that he’ll do anything for you bc you tagged along and everything pls <3

matsukawa

you two hang out at your place and land upon the shiratorizawa vs karasuno game

you: aren’t those the teams you guys lost to

issei: yeah and what about it. 

he’d jokingly pout and hide his face in your neck

“you’re mean </3″ he’d whine

you laugh and run your fingers through his hair 

he grins, his hands going to rub your back as you two watch the game on the screen

you recognize some of the players from aoba johsai’s previous games, humming while watching them play

issei is only half paying attention

“well he’s cute,” you note, watching the camera pan through the karasuno members, only for it to stop on the captain

issei would roll his eyes and smack your ass a little LMAO 

“he’s short,” he’d retort, chuckling soon after when you look at him and roll your eyes back at him

“okay and”

BYE HE’D JOKINGLY GET MAD AND GO “go date your new boyfriend then<3″

it’s all fun and games between you two tho and it’s soooo cute !!

he can be a little shit but 

anyways you’re cheering for karasuno, occasionally going ‘look at their captain omg <3′ 

issei would sit up with you still straddling him and he’d just press kisses against your neck, making you giggle and try to push him away

“stopppppppp”

“not until you take your eyes off of him~”

you run your fingers through issei’s hair once more, smiling and leaning down to kiss him 

“don’t worry issei, i’m all yours”

he’d lay back again, letting you lay on top of his chest

the game keeps going, you and mattsun sitting in comfortable silence while watching

your eyes are heavy and you don’t pay any attention to it

but then you wake up hours later, still on top of your bf’s rising chest

(pls i love him god i want to hug him and cuddle with him he’s so fucking cute <3333)

hanamaki

tbh semi was one of your old friends from middle school so he asked you to come to his game,,,

your boyfriend wanted to hang out with you so you asked if he wanted to go

HONESTLY he’d be like ‘since when did you talk to people from shiratorizawa’ but he’d be fine with it

maybe he’s a little bitter but lmao

you two go to look for your friend, and when you see him, you call his name and hug him

“eita!!”

makki:  🧍

semi: hi uwu

you would introduce them to each other all smiley 

there’s tension and for what

semi: okay well i have to go warm up

you: bye eita ^^

makki:,,,

PLEASE????????

you two would sit close to the school section and holy shit is hiro glad that he didn’t wear his team jacket LMAO he would’ve gotten flamed

anyways not you cheering for eita even tho you have no idea what the fuck is going on lmao

hiro is amused and he just thinks you’re so cute tbh 

he’s staring at you watching you yell out semi’s name even tho he wasn’t in the starting lineup help.

he’s such a dumbass tho pls 

HE WOULD PURPOSELY BOO ONCE WHEN SHIRATORIZAWA SCORES THEIR FIRST POINT DAKJNDKJBJKD

not these girls staring at y’all um......

you’d scold him and he’s just :P

anyways you take a break from cheering and you sit, leaning on your boyfriend’s shoulder

“hiro are you doing okay?” you mumble, playing with his hand

“mhm, are you?”

you nod at his question and watch the game continue

“you sure you’re okay?? you seemed kinda tense, maybevenalittlejealous, when i introduced you to eita”

“i’m fine baby don’t worry”

him: me???????????? jealous>?????????????????? no.

YOU WOULD TEASE HIM SOOOO MUCH AND HE KEEPS DENYING IT EVEN THO HE VERY SECRETLY IS

after the game, you drag your boyfriend along with you to tell eita he did a good job

he’d give you a really big and long hug in which hanamaki is just standing there 

you gush about how great eita was, earning a big smile from him

when you leave the gymnasium hand in hand with hanamaki, you cling onto his arm, your smile never leaving your face

“soooo did you like the game?” you ask, looking up at your unusually quiet boyfriend

“mhm”

“did you like meeting eita uwu”

“yeah-”

“were you jealous??”

“no comment.”

cue you teasing him while his cheeks become the same color as his pink hair 

he’d just remove his arm from your grasp and then wrap it around your waist to pull you closer to him

(SORRY I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY .......)

iwaizumi

i know we all know this but iwaizumi hajime best bf idc !!!

he honestly wanted to go see the game bc he just wanted to see how the teams would play against each other

he had asked you if you wanted to tag along so you agreed

in all honestly, he didn’t think you would want to because you don’t usually seem interested in it whenever he talks about it, but in truth, you listen to every word he says abt it pls TT

he loves u so so much and u love that he’s passionate about volleyball HE JUST,, DOESNT REALIZE THAT YOU LISTEN

like he thinks it’ll bother you if he talks about it too much <//3

he’s the one who is genuinely surprised when you point out a strategy karasuno had used

“y/n i didn’t realize you liked volleyball??”

“you talk about it all the time silly”

and you give him a kiss on the nose and he just :0

“hajime cmonnnn you took me to the game you should tell me more about it uwu”

STOP. he literally,,, loves u so much

he holds your hand, his little smile never leaving his face

you lean your head on his shoulder, watching the game on the court

when the tall blond blocks ushijima’s block, you flinch a bit and stand up to look closer, seeing the tall blond yell and his teammates following suit

you cheer along with them, your boyfriend finally standing up to stand next to you

his eyes are on you only, your hair bouncing with you as you jump in excitement, your eyes shimmering with excitement

his smile just grows as you grin , turning to him in excitement

“did you see that hajime?? :D”

STOPP HES SO IN LOVE HE JUST STARES AT YOU .

and u just :D

“hajime..???”

YOU HAVE TO SNAP YOUR FINGERS IN FRONT OF HIS FACE AND HE JUST SNAPS OUT OF IT AND LOOKS AT YOU

“you’re very beautiful princess, did you know that?”

that alone makes you go pink and you playfully push him by his arm

“baby stopppp”

and you’re both just laughing and watching the game together, spending the whole day with your hands intertwined 

(he.. hajime best boy)

yahaba

you had started watching the game a bit after the first set started and your boyfriend was busy taking a shower

you knew a lot in all honesty, since shigeru happened to be on one of the powerhouse schools in terms of volleyball throughout miyagi

if he was gonna be honest he wasn’t expecting you to sit down and actually watch a game of volleyball intently

so walking into his room seeing you focusing on the karasuno v. shiratorizawa match surprised him a bit

“you watching the game?” he’d ask

“mhm!! it’s really interesting uwu”

he finds it absolutely adorable but then he tries to flirt and flex his muscles like “babe look i just got out of the shower” AND YOU JUSt,, KEEP LOOKING AT THE TV

yahaba: baby *bites lip*

you: babe get dressed and come watch with me

goodbye he just throws a shirt and some shorts on and basically jumps on top of you in which you yelp and go “shiGERU” and his mom is ON HIS ASS !!!!!!!! she literally comes in and she’s like “shigeru stop jumping onto your gf” and you rlly stick your tongue out at him

him: you’re acting like a child

you: you STARTED IT.

and you guys bicker a little and you just go “well you made me miss half the game” and HE GETS SO MAD HELPPPP

“BOOOOO”

him: clinging onto you, asking you to cuddle him

you: watching the game

eventually you give in and hug him, kissing him which makes him go quiet

“are you happy now you baby?” you ask him

“.......maybe.....”

and he just gives you a quick kiss, smiling and also giving you a slight eskimo kiss

the game becomes an afterthought as he brings up the beach volleyball game the third years organized for tomorrow all day, asking if you could help his team out 

(he insists that since you’re the ref, you should help his team consisting of kyoutani, kunimi, hanamaki, and another first and second year win bc kyoutani will just keep spiking outside the lines but you tell him it’s cheating LMAO...)

watari

(btw he’s so underrated i mean he’s not one of my faves but he deserves the world like y’all sleep on him and for what)

he’s super observant and he had been watching recorded games for a while to learn and make sure he plays his best next year pls </3 

he had invited you over to his place to hang out and you really wanted him to take a break from watching all of those recorded games

you emphasized this when you told him you would come over lmao

but alas.........

when he opened the door and you looked at the tv to see what he had put on, you saw the shiratorizawa v. karasuno game

watari: I CAN EXPLAIN.

you: .... sir.. 

PLEASE he’s taking your hand and pulling you to the couch while saying he’ll relax and just watch for fun

you sigh and follow him, letting him pull you down to sit next to him on his couch

you throw your legs over his lap, smiling while looking at him

he would give you quick, soft kisses all over your face and you both just fall into a fit of giggles

stop u literally love watching him gaze at the tv so passionately and observe how they play </3

YOU GIGGLE AT HIM AND HE’S LIKE “what are you laughing about?”

AND YOURE JUST LIKE “you’re so cute uwu”

so y’all are really just out here giggling at each other huh....... 

he??? pulls you into his lap and hugs you tightly

he’s literally so in love with you pls

so you guys just sit there and watch the game while you occasionally ask him questions

he’d be happy to tell you and he’s holding onto you the whole. entire. time.

honestly the game kinda slips away from you because you’re suddenly asleep on his chest, his arms around your waist, a hand gently rubbing your back

and he’s so grateful that he has a girlfriend who cares about him and worries about him :((

he’d turn off the game and then take a little nap with u <3 

kindaichi

tbh you spent so much time with him after the game his team lost bc he kept beating himself up for it which is >:(((((

him: i could’ve-

you: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DO NOT BRING YOURSELF DOWN COME HERE LET ME KISS YOU

as you should !!

and when he tells you he’s gonna be watching the shiratorizawa vs karasuno match after school at his place, you tell him you’re watching with him too

“i don’t want it to bore you y/n-”

“it won’t bore me yutaro dw uwu”

no bc the way you’re both in love !!!!!

you would do anything for him tbh but you genuinely thought his passion for volleyball was cute :D

he was always striving to do his best and you think he’s absolutely precious

he’d turn on the game and then immediately come over to sit with you 

you lean onto him, clinging onto his arm and smiling

“y/n are you sure you wanna watch with me??”

“mhm!!”

he gives u a very soft kiss on the head and you can’t stop smiling bc you know he gets kinda shy abt showing affection

but he feels very warm and you start feeling very sleepy 

YOU TRY YOUR BEST TO KEEP YOURSELF AWAKE

you think him making comments abt the game or what he finds interesting is really cute but youre just,, tired ya know

he notices and he’s like “you should sleep-”

“noooo yutaro i’ll watch with youuuu”

“y/n cmonn”

you pout and lean turn to lean your forehead against his arm

“i don’t wanna </3″

“it’s okayyy you can sleep if youre tired”

you look at him and he smiles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead

you can’t help but melt and you’re just,, staring at him dreamily

he’s like “..baby..?”

and you just lean forward and kiss him

“you’re the best bf ever <3″

and he chuckles and goes “and you’re the best and cutest gf ever”

he has you lay down on his bed, your hair sprawled about his pillows

he lays with you, the two of you facing the tv and your back to him

he puts an arm around you, smiling

you slowly fall asleep, smiley and snuggling back towards yutaro

he kisses your head again, telling you that he loves you and hopes you sleep well 

he’s so<333

kunimi

he acts like he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about the game but you guys are chilling at his place and you flip to the channel that has the game on 

at first he’s like “you’re interested ?? in this ????”

you: babe,, of course i am,,  my bf is a volleyball player,,,,,?

PLS? he’d be like ‘oh ok’ and rest his chin on top of your head

it’s so chill between the two of you guys he’s literally just playing with your hair, humming a bit

you ask him smth but he asks you to repeat what you asked because he spaced out 

and when you ask again he just stares at you and is like ‘yes’

YOU JUST LAUGH AT HIM AND HE THINKS YOURE SO PRETTY so he just continues to listen to you ramble abt the game

eventually, he finds himself dozing off and you take notice as his chin starts feeling heavy on your head

“baby c’mon let’s take a nap-”

and he’d shake his head and go “we can finish the game-”

but you can tell he’s tired, especially from practice earlier today

so you turn off the game and turn so that you’re straddling his lap and hugging him tight

he wraps his arms around you and hums, kissing you

you smile and lean back to look at him, his eyes droopy from exhaustion

“sleep bby”

“mm only if you do too”

“i will dw <3″

and you just cling onto him, arms around his neck

he hums,  nuzzling your neck and you giggle

eventually, you two start breathing slowly, falling asleep

(tbh you didn’t rlly even care who won you just watched the game bc it was on LMAO)

kyoutani

you guys were hanging out in your room, his head in your lap while you sat up against your pillows

you were both occupied by your phones atm

he put his phone down, looking up at you curiously

you smiled as he reached to intertwine his fingers with yours

he had been at the gym more often, playing volleyball and practicing 

especially after their loss against karasuno :( 

today was one of the days that he decided he would spend his time being with you 

he doesn’t voice it often, but he appreciates how much you support him and care for him

(you picked him up from the gym the other day with some of his favorite deep fried chicken bits with the cute chicken packaging and he didn’t know how else to show you how much he loves and appreciates you other than by cuddling with you all night pls i’m </3)

anyways he’s just staring at you, admiring you, thinking about how much he loves you while you’re watching some tiktok your friend had sent you 

you had asked if he wanted to watch the game with you on your phone but he had been occupied thinking about you 

“what’d you say-?”

“i asked if you wanted to watch the game with me..? if you don’t want to it’s fine-”

“oh sure”

and he’d adjust himself so that he’s sitting with you, shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning his head so that it lays on top of yours

you’d just be all smiley, leaning into him more while playing the live stream of the game

he seemed focused, watching the game intently

you tried to focus on the game, but the only thing you could think about was the way kyoutani was holding your hand, rubbing the top of it with his thumb

eventually, as the game continues, he huffs a little, making you look up and smile at him

“you okay? we can stop watching if you want-”

“it’s fine-”

and then he adjusts himself, scooting away from you to lay his head in your lap

he reaches for your hand and puts it on his head, looking up at you

you oblige, gently rubbing his head and smiling

his eyes are closed, a slight hum coming from him

after a while, you realize kyoutani had fallen asleep, so you turn the game on your phone off

during this, kyoutani grumbles, reaching for your hand

you can’t help but giggle a little, rubbing his head while humming a little

“get some rest baby~” you croon quietly, staring at him lovingly

he opens his eyes a little, giving you a small smile

“you too okay..?”

“mhm-!”

when he closes his eyes, you smile, mumbling a little ‘i love you’ to your boyfriend

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🐰🎩NEW TRICKS🎩🐰

Prompt: Y/N decides to show Mr. Moxley some new tricks in order to certify him that he is still her number one

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader

Warnings: +18, oral sex (male receiving), angst, jealousy, cursing, praise kink

Tag: @jibbles26 , @bellalutionn

Notes: I’m a sucker for the power that blowjobs hold upon guys. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Hi doll, what you’re up to?” He smirks as he nibs my neck

“Just working. Why? Do you need something?” I ask as I remove my reading glasses

“I do, actually”

“What do you need babe?” I look up to his blue eyes that were filled with mischief

“You” He grinned

“Jon, I thought you needed something urgent” I chuckle

“I do!” He pulls me off my desk chair “I missed you so much” He cradled his face on the crook of my neck

“Jon, we’ve had sex six times yesterday and two times this morning, how can you physically still miss me?” I laugh “That’s like, 8 rounds in less than 24 hours babe! And you only got home yesterday”

“I can’t help it that you’re so fucking hot and looks so sexy all the time” He licks a trail from my neck to my lips

I look down to my current outfit that consisted in a comfortable pair of grey leggings, an oversized Korn t-shirt, Wilson’s crew socks, glasses, messy hair and no makeup

“I don’t think I look very sexy right now” I cackled

“Yes you do! You always do!” He pulls me closer to his crotch by my ass “C’mon Y/N, let’s do some fun nasty business, kitten” He slaps my ass quite vigorously

“Tempting, but I’ll have to decline it! Sorry big guy” I patted his chest

“Why?” He whined and stomped his feet like a little kid

“Because some of us got some serious work to do” I smiled fondly as I sit back in my desk chair

“But I wanna be with you! I need you and I want you now!” He pouted

“Jon, I promise you that once I finish this I’ll be all yours ok love?”

“No” He whines “Not later, right now!” He stomps his feet again

Yes, Jon Moxley can be quite the bad boy, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he’s also a fucking whining little baby! He gets an attitude over the dumbest reasons and sometimes this little scenario happens, where he thinks he can whine and pouts his way until he get what he wants. Sometimes it’s cute and charming to see such a big bearded man like him cause such a scene, but another times like right now it’s annoyingly frustrating, uncalled for and the last thing I need to get me even more stressed out.

“Jonathan, don’t start it! You’re not 4 years old! You’re a grown ass man in your 30’s, so behave as such” I turn to my computer and start to type my notes. After 10 minutes I can still feel his presence behind me, making me grow more nervous

“Jon, you’re not helping, my love” I said calmly

“I’m waiting. You said I would have you once you’re done so I’m waiting!” He bitterly said

“Won’t you rather wait in the couch instead? Meanwhile you can pick a movie for us to watch it later” I try to negotiate

“Meh, I’m perfect where I am right now, thanks for the concern” He huffed

*Oh great, what a fucking joy!* I thought

“This might take a while” I defeatedly said

“Don’t worry, I got time” Was his short answer

Fifteen minutes (and a stubborn Jon Moxley sitting on the floor) later I get a call from Peter, my coworker.

“Hey Peter what’s up?” I say holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder “What? Wait Peter, hold on I can’t hear you properly and I can’t stop typing”

“Well, put it on speaker then” Jon mumbled behind me and in my workaholic haze I did it as he told me, forgetting about one little small detail: Peter’s innocent (but also kind of annoying) flirting.

“Pete, can you repeat that again please?” I rapidly say while I type

“I asked when do you think you can send me the paperwork?” He chuckled

“Oh! Can you give me like....30 minutes?”

“I can give you whatever you want” He charmingly said

“Peter, shut up”

“What?” He cackled “It’s true you know, ask and you shall receive, my dear”

“I didn’t knew you were a Jesus fan” I mocked

“I’m your fan” I can hear the smile on his voice

“Whatever weirdo” I brush it off as I continue to type on the dashboard “Is that all you needed?”

“No, there’s one more thing that I forgot to ask you”

“Ok, shoot” I said

“When are you finally going to accept any of my nightcaps invitations?” Pure amusement filling up his voice

“Oh God send me to hell, fuck off Peter!” I jokingly said and hung up

I totally forgot the fact that Jon had heard that until his voice broke the silence

“So how long have you been seeing each other?” He rudely spats

“What? Seeing who?” I ask confused

He stood up from the floor, yanked me off the chair and trapped my body between his and the table.

“Your sweet boy Pete” he coldly smiles

I roll my eyes “Jon, are you really gonna take a guy like Peter seriously? He quotes Jesus to flirt! That’s nothing but pathetic and also slight disrespectful towards Jesus” I joke

“You think this is funny? What if you caught me flirting with a girl from work, how would that make you feel?”

“It depends if you’re gonna quote Jesus or not” I tease

“Y/N I’m fucking serious! Is this a joke to you? Our relationship is a joke to you? Am I a fucking joke to you?”

“My answer is no to all the above. Now if you ask me if I think that you’re overreacting then yes, I do”

“Overreacting? Really? What about all of the nightcaps invitations? Are you gonna tell me I’m overreacting about that too?” His voice starts to rise

“I don’t like your tone Jonathan” I angrily said

“And I don’t like you having an affair with your coworker!” He yelled

“Oh, so I’m having an affair now? Wow, I better accept those invitations then, if I’m going to hold the cheating girlfriend of the year award” I spat

“Are you having an affair with him?”

“How can you even ask that? You know me better than that Jonathan!” Now I’m yelling too, peachy just peachy!

“Well you didn’t answered my question though. Are you?”

“Of course not! What makes you think that?”

“You don’t wanna have sex with me, so where are you getting some? ‘Cause we both know you have quite the appetite for sex, I mean fuck, is hard even for me to keep up with you! You’re like a fucking machine!” He says

My eyes widened in disbelief “So just because I declined to have sex with you 30 minutes ago, because I have to work, I am suddenly a cheater? Or is it because I like to have sex more than the average women do that makes me a cheater? Wow Jonathan, I’ve never heard you say that when one of your male friends cheated. That says a lot”

“Says a lot about what?”

“Your sexist side. Or I don’t know, maybe it’s something else, maybe you are the one who’s cheating on me! So you’re mirroring your infidelity on me”

“Me? A sexist? Now that’s a joke” He laughs “We both know the things you’ve already done to me in the bedroom and trust me pumpkin, if I was a sexist I would never had let you go down that road, if you know what I mean” He measured me up and down “And even if I wanted to cheat on you, which is not the case, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t physically be able to since you knock my ass down every single time we fuck”

“I don’t hear you complain! In fact if I remember correctly you were the one who got in here wanting to have sex in the first place” I huff annoyed

“And I still do kitten” He gets closer

“Don’t touch me, jerk”

“You know how much it turns me on when you get all mad like that, right?” He tried to grab my breasts but I slapped his hands away

“Stop, Jonathan”

“What?” He leans closer, pressing his hardening bulge against my lower belly “Am I not good enough for you anymore? Do you prefer your boy Pete instead?”

“Bullshit” I spat

“Then show me, kitten” He whispers “Show me I’m still good enough for you” He makes me grab a handful of his erection “Show me that you still want me, that I still turn you on”

I pulled him down towards me by his neck, kissing him roughly, biting his lower lip quite harshly

“Hmm” He growls “My kitten is feisty, I like that” He smirks “I love when you’re a bitch to me” He laughs devilishly “Whatcha gonna do, huh?”

I forcefully open the button of his jeans, pulling the fly down and yanking the pants along with his boxer briefs down.

Jon put his hands up, in a surrender position. I lick my palm and close my fist around his cock, pumping it up and down.

“Yes baby” He moaned “Take it! Take what’s yours”

I kneel down and without thinking twice, I swallow his length until it reaches the back of my throat

“Fuuuuck! Y/N, baby...so good, you suck my dick so fucking good kitten! I love it, I fucking love it!” He moans and I push him further down my throat, swallowing around him

“Oh my fuck” He bucks his hips forward in surprise “How can you be so good at this?” He whispers, holding my hair back, so he can watch me sucking him off

“You look so fucking gorgeous sucking my cock baby. Fuck, look at that! Look at how well you take everything in”

I look up at him, hearing him continuing to praise me

“I love when you look at me...so beautiful with your mouth full of cock, so greedy for more aren’t you, baby?”

I nod, lifting his member up so I can lick the bottom half of his shaft, making him moan loudly

“You’re so insanely good at giving head! A fucking pro” He panted “The best head I’ve ever gotten”

I lock my lips around the head, sucking it hard to make him feel the pressure I know he loves, while my hands pump his length with a tight grip

“Oh yes, baby” Jon screamed in pleasure “Oh my fucking- Stop, stop” He moans with his eyes hazy in ecstasy, mouth in an ‘O’ shape as he bites his knuckles to prevent any screaming.

“We both know you don’t want me to stop” I smile, licking from the bottom of the head to his slit

“You’re gonna pay for this” His voice shakily says

“I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you baby” I smirked “I have other tricks that I’ve never showed you before” I whisper, feeling his length throbbing on my hand

“Other tricks?” He faintly whispered

I let go of his member and lay down on the floor beckoning to him.

“Come here Jon, let me show it to you baby”

Please let me know your thoughts on this? Feedback is always appreciated 🥰😘

[newswcanonprompts]

prompt #37 - Jedi are like Magpies and love their clones

sorry we haven’t posted in forever! to make up for it, i’m posting one of our longest and detailed prompts (maybe even the longest)- this came from a LONG discussion a few weeks back, and it was a lot of fun. this idea morphed a ton, and it became this huge thing. this is personally my favorite one, so hope you enjoy!

Jedi collect trinkets and wear them!!! Hand them to others as a very important gift

The Clones dont really get it, but they are happy

The jedi make them things like jewelry, keychains, little beaded things, colored strings, they’ll give them feathers, you name it 

Its another way to show that they are individuals, and that the jedi know them specifically 

The veteran clones have long keychain type things and the shiny clones want them very much and it’s something they look forward to 

The padawans hand the commanders things and being sad when the CC’s tell them they can’t take them into battle 

Krell gets found out earlier.

“Okay, look, i know krell is… well, he is *something* and i don’t want to accuse a master of the order but have you looked at his men?! where the hell are their keychains?!”

The padawans stage a protest at the senate because how else are they going to make sure that their troops know they are loved and get their trinkets 

This idea can get angsty really quickly (finding trinkets after battles, in ship crashes, or post-order 66), but we won’t do that because of how angsty this server already is, we need some fluff sometimes

Palaptine can commit self delete 

Clones will paint armor for padawans cause that is how they show honor and stuff 

The clones, upon figuring out what they mean, give their jedi trinkets also

Mirialan padawan holding armor they got: “ITS GREEN LIKE ME!” 

There are little figurines, some painted rocks, some little shiny things found on the battlefield

The clones who aren’t as good with their hands singing songs or telling stories

The jedi record them and keep them on little datachips that they keep on them at all times

Barriss doesn’t go bad because this is happy time

The jedi padawans start a riot / protest outside the senate building because some clones got their trinkets taken away by asshole civilians because they’re “not human”, just copies

The (now very pissed off) jedi sprung into action

If a snooty senator(s) takes away a clone’s trinket, the jedi just sit back and grind to a halt. Because if the clones, the PEOPLE WHO PROTECT THE REPUBLIC, are gonna get treated like that, the war can wait 

The jedi knights and masters just meditate wherever the padawans are protesting

This is done to ‘keep the peace’

If anakin hears a snooty senator degrade the clones, he starts ranting and shouting about their individuality and accomplishments, while pointing at each trinket.

Someone live streams this

Luminara joins in (barriss is right behind) 

Aayla too 

Luminara, anakin, aayla, tag teamed shouted speech 

Ahsoka and barriss are being held back by the CC’s (ahsoka is making some very crude hand gestures and barriss is like “i can name every bone in your body as i break it” - cause barriss has all that healer knowledge) 

Once these three are done, mace windu comes along with the council. They think mace is going to scold the three of them until mace starts shouting at the senators too. The council just lets mace do all the talking. 

This is the most watched live stream this year. It’s very funny and starts a ton of memes (obi wans face, yoda meditating, the look of “oh shit” on the original snooty senator’s face, the look of surprise on everyone when mace starts shouting too - there is also a gif made of the council looking at the situation, looking at themselves (mostly mace) and then they all step back to let mace do the talking, the clones faces when they see that three jedi and then the jedi high council are defending them)

Mace, rolling up his sleeves: “okay let’s do this” 

The senators: backing away in fear 

Obi wan might commit a war crime right now because no way people can talk about his troops like that

Obi wan: “am i allowed to kill a senator?”

Cody: “General, do not-”

This whole thing leads to a massive debate and overwhelmingly good PR for the jedi and clones

Shady sheev doesn’t like that. Good PR for the jedi? No thank you. But since this is a fixit he gets his ass kicked later on so everything’s fine (skeevy sheev has to scramble to try to fix his plans though) 

All the padawans from that one lightsaber episode (the one on ilum where the younglings got their kyber crystals) are there and SHIT’S GOING DOWN

Petro in particular is very close to kicking someone’s ass 

Caleb dume is there also.

“Master depa said we should never raise our blades in revenge or anger. But this is not revenge.” this is war, this is justice, this is defense of a defenseless group 

Padme also joins in all of this (but much more calmly)

She also might make some passive aggressive comments about the snooty senators trash outfit 

She and all her senator friends are gonna blacklist the original culprit 

Padme and bail organa (they also got help from many jedi) put in the clone rights bill the next day

In the halls outside the debate chamber, padme threatens to gut people with her hair pins if they don’t vote in her favor

sure, it’s *technically* extortion, but come on, who’s gonna stop her? those pins are pointy y’all

Anakin tried to help draft / present the bill but he spent most of his time ranting about the injustices the clones have to face (leia had to get it from someone)

Anakin, out of breath: “AND ALL YOU SENATORS JUST SIT HERE, DOING NOTHING, WHEN THEY’RE OUT THERE DYING FOR YOU-” 

Padme: “okay ani i got this, drink some water please” 

Ahsoka also jumps in 

Plo, who’s watching the debate: “little ‘soka, please don’t hurt anyone” (but he’s not about to stop her, after all these are his sons we’re talking about) 

If someone said “well they’re not slaves?” anakin would go OFF. if you thought he was angry before… you got another thing coming.

“I AM A FREED SLAVE! I KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE! THESE MEN HAVE LESS RIGHTS THAN I DID AS A SLAVE!” 

If the public doesn’t know about his childhood before, they do now

Imagine the shock 

Padme: “Ani, deep breaths, it’s gonna be okay.” 

Also padme, to the other senators: “well i mean he’s not wrong you assholes”

Padme is also making very well timed comments and suggestions. It’s the most successful day she’s had since she became senator

She’s also revealing all the senators’ dirty secrets

Padme: “oh, senator so-and-so, i released all your finances and your voting history on the holonet. I’m sure your supporters will love that you’re embezzling funds. Oh, you lost your support? Tragic.” 

The jedi also have dirt on everyone and they just casually let everything slip like they weren’t secrets 

Shady sheev Palpacreep is in his little podium thing during the debate, and he is very pissed, because his plan is getting ruined, but he can’t let it show or else people will discover the truth about him

Anakin: “isn’t it great that we’re finally doing something about it?” 

Sheev, pained: “Of course-” 

This whole debate is still live streamed - and it’s very popular

The senate who made the original comment and started all of this is #cancelled 

This is the greatest thing the galaxy has ever seen / watched because drama 

If a jedi dies, and they aren’t brought back to the temple, they are burned with the other dead on the battlefield. Young padawans take their master’s trinkets in remembrance, wanting to follow their path and have tangible proof that the master passed into the force but that they left their mark in the world

You do not burn the trinkets. Krell tried once. It almost started a jedi civil war (maybe that’s how he gets found out) 

Or maybe krell was found out because he gives zero trinkets to his men, and everyone caught on and were like “hey wtf man” 

But if you wanna make it angsty ( cough cough umbara ) then krell tells the 501st to remove / burn / throw out their trinkets or he’d do it for them 

He gives them an example by slicing a very special one that anakin and ahsoka both gave to rex 

Krell also slices one of dogma’s. It was the only one dogma had because  he was newish to the battalion at the time and wasn’t sure if accepting the trinkets was against regs or not. Krell slashes it and dogma doesn’t say anything but there were tears in his eyes 

All the jedi who find out what happened replace all the trinkets so fast. They also give krell’s men a shit ton of presents.

Krell’s men have no idea what to do with them, but they are so touched a few shed tears when they get them 

The clones get small tattoos of patterns that the little padawans drew for the men

The tattoos are small because some of them *might* just be random squiggles but the padawans looked so happy the clones just had to get them tattooed

Anakin orders japor wood with padme's bank account to make snippets for the clones because it’s not only a jedi thing, it’s from anakin's homeworld - and that’s like the highest praise you can get from him

The clones might not know exactly what it means but they know its super special 

Padme figures out a way to buy japor wood in bulk. Anakin is very touched by this 

When snooty senators start badmouthing clones, yoda just sits there and meditates to drive the senators nuts

“Sitting, i am, because stand you bitches, i cannot” 

Padme gets many trinkets from the 501st because they all *know* about her and anakin

Any trinkets that she gets she likes to incorporate into her outfits (like the warrior fashionista that she is) 

She embroiders some of them into her dresses and hairpieces 

They both get a TON of trinkets when the twins are born

Padme also gives trinkets to the 501st, some of the 212th, and all of the coruscant guard. Especially fox cause she sees all the work he does and the senators he has to deal with 

She’s besties with the coruscant guard. Like yeah, she knows the 501st and they know about her and anakin (and she’s one of them because of it) but the guard is who she’s always with

She probably wore red on debate day to represent them

[monaownsmyass]

Convince Her

Requested fic by anon. (If you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Queen B

Pairing: Veronica Lombardi x MC (Bea Hughes)

Genre: Fluff but like, a little smutty and angsty?

Rating: Uh... NSFW 🤭 Sexual scenes, strong language

Word Count: 6,793 (explains why I took so long doesn’t it)

A/N: Things seem to be going great with Veronica and MC but when V is forced to choose between MC and her online presence, things get a little bumpy. This is a continuation of Influence Her. This took me so long and so much energy and effort I wanna die 😭 I’ve been writing the whole day so if some parts are off, I’m sorry, I’m a little loopy rn. Anyway, V stans, come get y’all’s feast!

Tag list: @ineedskyecrandall @kamilahsayeet2063 @avalawrencefl @lovekamilahsayeed @thequeenkamilahsayeed @heygmicheelle @djtjsmith14 @jjlover01 @soft-for-drake @dopeyouth @alexroyard @satrinadia @toalltheboysididntlove @mypegasifly @samanthadalton @playallthechoices @queensayeed @fundamentalromantic (lmk if anyone would like to be included or removed in my next fics and if you only want to be tagged for certain pairings.)

2nd 'Date'

"Where are you going?" Zoey asked curiously, eyeing me up and down as I approached the living room.

"Uh, the library, why?" I said, fidgeting uncomfortably.

I definitely was not going to the library but she didn't need to know that.

"The library, huh, babe?" she said skeptically and stood up from the sofa, walking towards me. "Right, to the library... wearing your push-up bra and that sexy perfume of yours."

"Um, yeah?"

"You're definitely not sneaking off to meet a certain someone, hm?" she hummed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I played dumb, pretending to busy myself by checking my bag. "I'm just going to... read..."

My roommate started circling me, gazing at my outfit that was the farthest thing from anything anyone would wear to stare at words on some pages.

Why did I say the library? I groaned and cussed inwardly at myself.

"So you're not gonna meet this special someone who so happens to be the queen of social media and is ranked top three in Belvoire and is one of the hottest persons here and also has the hots for you and grew on you only after the first date and made out with you outside our suite, which, I heard everything, by the way, and made you day dream about her for the past few weeks and-"

"I did not daydream about her!" I said defensively then immediately, my eyes widened.

"Oh? So you do know who I'm talking about."

I stayed silent, contemplating my next words as she stared at me.

"I'm talking about one Veronica Lombardi."

"I know who you're talking about," I snapped.

Zoey giggled and gave me a pat on the cheek. "Aww, look at you, scoring a second date with Vivi."

"It's not a date! We're just hanging out."

"Ah, so you are going out with her!"

I bit my lip and sighed. "So what if I am?"

"Eek! I'm so happy for my bestie!"

She crushed me in a hug and which took me aback and left me gasping for air.

"Thanks... Zo...!" I struggled to get out.

"Okay, okay," she pulled back and smooth out my clothes, pushing me towards the door. "Go get your girl!"

"She's not my-"

"Yeah, yeah, we've been through this before, now go!"

I smiled, shaking my head at Zoey before stepping out.

"Oh, and Bea?"

"Yeah?" I turned to look at her.

"If you're gonna shove your tongue down her throat against the door, try not to be so loud this time, okay?"

I grabbed a pen from the side table by the door and chucked it at her. "Zo!"

She clutched her stomach laughing as the pen bounced off her shoulder harmlessly.

"Bye, babe! Have fun," she blew me a kiss as I finally walked out.

~*~*~

5th Date

"Oh! Veronica!"

"I love it when you moan my name," she groaned against my neck where she was left aggressive nips and kisses, no doubt leaving her mark on me. I felt her smirk against my skin. "You sound so hot."

We found ourselves in her car after our date at the park. And yeah, yeah, I admit, it was a date. What was meant to be a sweet, innocent kiss turned into a heated make out session with me on her lap and her hands on my ass, guiding me to move against her.

I ground myself harder into her, her words making me whimper and encouraging me even further. Her lips travelled further down to the exposed skin of my chest that was left uncovered by my buttoned shirt, leaving kisses.

"Mm, V! I need to feel your lips on mine."

My hands that were wrapped around her neck brought her face up to mine and I smashed my lips against hers in a fiery passion. She moaned against my lips and I felt a shot of heat rush through my body at the gorgeous sound, making me groan in return.

I felt a hand slip down to my thigh, giving it a squeeze while the other moved around my waist and pulled me closer into her. She bit my lower lip, making me shiver in her arms.

"Oh, you like that, huh, beautiful?" she teased with a smile.

The hand that was on my thigh quickly moved around to give me a sharp slap on the backside. I collapsed onto her, gasping as I felt myself getting soaked, still grinding against her.

"You liked that too, hm?" she said cockily. "Such a naughty girl."

"God, you're so annoying," I grumbled between breaths and straightened up. "You talk to much!"

I forced her head into my cleavage where she hummed and immediately began nipping at the skin that wasn't covered by my bra. "Thank fuck I found a way to shut you up."

I felt her chuckle against my chest as her hand on my thigh crept up under my skirt, massaging as she went. It approached dangerously close to where I wanted her the most and I was sure she could feel the heat radiating from between my legs. I squeezed them together, wanting to some sort of pressure against my center.

"Please, V," I whined. "I need you to touch me. I need to feel you."

She lifted her face from my breast. "Touch you? Where?" she responded playfully, smiling. Her hand grabbed onto my thigh. "Here?" Then moved up to cup my chest. "Or here?" And then further up to my next to clutch at my throat. "Or did you mean here?"

"Fuck you," I cussed at her but with a grin, grasping her hand and brought it down between my thighs, gasping when her hand made contact with my damp panties under my skirt. "Here."

She kissed along my jaw and made her way up to my ear where she bit my earlobe and whispered huskily into my ear, "You're so wet for me, beautiful."

I let out a loud moan when I felt her hand slip into my underwear, working her hand back and forth. "I've wanted this since we first hung out together."

"Not since you first saw me?" Veronica spoke teasingly into my ear. Her fingers moved faster and I threw my head back with my eyes closed, panting hard.

"No comment," I managed to get out even though my thoughts were clouded in desire and pleasure wrecked my body.

"Looks like you're gonna have to wait a little longer," she smirked and took her hand away. I whimpered from the lost of contact and glared daggers at her.

"What?!"

"What?" she asked back laughing, casually taking her fingers in her mouth.

"You're such a jerk!" I slapped her shoulders in disbelief. "Why can't you just finish me off?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

"God, you're insufferable!" I huffed and got off of her, plopping myself back onto the passenger's seat.

"Aww, you're adorable when you're mad," she cooed and pinched my cheek. "I promise to make it up to you."

I swatted her hand away but felt myself start smiling. "You better watch out, Lombardi. Next time is gonna be hell for you."

She looked at me in the eyes and the intensity in them did nothing to calm my libido.

"Why are you threatening me with a good time, darling?"

I rolled my eyes at her even though I could feel the heat creep up to my cheeks. "I'm gonna tease you till you're begging me to stop."

"And what if I do the same?" She moved in closer to me.

"Then I'd say," I whispered, our lips skimming each other's, not quite touching. "Game on."

~*~*~

8th DATE

"I still can't believe you brought me to an arcade! I haven't been to one since I was a kid."

"You and me both," Veronica laughed as she grabbed my hand, making my heart leap. "I haven't been here in years!"

We played a bunch of games, trying to outdo the other by seeing how many tickets we could get from the same machine. I clutched the heap we won so far in one arm as I giggled along with her, letting her lead me to the next arcade machine. "I definitely won that last one."

"No way! I swear you were cheating."

"How would I cheat at skeeball?" I laughed.

"Maybe you leaned in closer when I wasn't looking!"

"That wouldn't help at all. Plus, I saw you staring at me the entire time." I looked at her pointedly with a brow raised.

"You have no proof."

We laughed and I moved my arm to wrap around her bicep. "What do you think we can get with all these tickets?"

"Plenty of stuff, but we aren't done yet," she glanced back at me with that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes.

"V... What else do you have planned?" I asked cautiously.

"You'll see."

"Are you gonna get us into trouble?"

She gave me a lazy grin. "Maybe."

She brought me to a machine at the corner of the arcade. It was decorated with rockets and stars and anything else to do with space. There was barely anyone around since it was a weekday but this side of the place was completely deserted.

"No one comes to this part 'cuz it's supposedly the hardest games to win tickets," she laughed, shaking her head. "I honestly can't believe it's still here after all this time."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll explain later, right now, I'm gonna tell you what you have to do."

She lead me a few paces away from the machine. "Okay, so I'm gonna do a little tinkering and I'm gonna walk away. After a while, it's just gonna start spurting out a bunch of tickets, so you just gotta take 'em and leave."

"Wait, what-"

But she already started walking towards the machine. She shot me a wink over her shoulder and placed a finger over her lips.

She nonchalantly looked at the machine, inspecting it from different angles. She bent down and reached behind it then under, fumbling around until she finally stood up. She gave it a hard jerk and the machine gave out a loud whirr.

"Hey, you! Stop!"

We both whirled around to see a worker pointing at Veronica and rushing towards her.

She ran past me, smiling. "Well, that looks like my cue to leave!"

"Oi! Get back here!" the worker shouted and started racing after her around the arcade while she laughed joyfully.

I had to stifle my giggles behind a fist as I watched the scene unfold.

God, this was amusing.

Veronica sprinted out of the building and apparently the worker had enough of chasing her. He returned to the machine and gave it a brief check before walking away.

Soon enough, it started shooting out a long stream of tickets that seemed never-ending. I quickly started gathering them in my arms that were already full of the tickets we won.

'V!' I sent her a quick text. 'Get your ass back here!'

She sent me the laughing emoji and I rolled my eyes at the screen but I couldn't help but let out a small smile.

'Alright, alright, I'm gonna try and sneak back in.'

A few minutes later, Veronica was back by my side and helping me stuff all the tickets into a bag which I had no idea where it came from.

"Where did you even get this?"

"I came prepared," was all she said.

I just shook my head at her as the machine continued to spit out the tickets.

After what seemed like forever, it finally stopped and we walked away, giggling and pretending like nothing happened.

"Where did you learn how to do that?

"My brother and I used to do this when we were younger," she explain and reached to hold my free hand. My stomach filed with butterflies as she intertwined our fingers together and I smiled. "We used to come to this very arcade. He taught me how to rig the machine and soon enough, we started doing this every other week. It was our version of bonding time." Veronica smiled at the memory and looked at me.

"I didn't know I've been going out with a felon," I teased.

"Nah, think of it like a Robin Hood situation."

"You gave the tickets to other kids?"

"When we were feeling generous."

"And how often was that?"

"I'm not at liberty to say."

I laughed at her, giving her an amused look as we made our way to the redemption prize centre and looked at the wide range of selection for us to choose from.

"What would you like?" V turned to me and asked.

"Hmm, why don't you pick out something for me?"

She snaked an arm around my waist and bring me into her, making me lose my train of thought for a moment. "You sure about that?" She kissed my cheek.

"Mm, I'm regretting it now."

"Too late," she spoke. She spun me around and instructed me to close my eyes and ears.

"But why?"

"'Cuz I want to surprise you."

I groaned but complied. "This is dumb," I muttered.

"You're just no fun."

"What's that?" I shouted, pretending I didn't hear her. "Did you say something? Sorry, my ears are covered."

She laughed and stepped in front of me, holding the prize behind her back.

"What is it?"

She pulled it out and held it up to my face, grinning proudly at me.

"A board game?"

"For our next date," she explained.

My heart burst with joy at her words. While I was sure it was already a given that we'd have more dates in the future, it was so sweet to see her already thinking about our next one already.

"You're just begging to get your ass kicked again, huh? Today wasn't enough?"

She waved a hand at me. "Pft, as if. I let you win today. Next time, no mercy."

"Is that so?" I moved in closer to her.

"Mhm," she hummed. "Why don't we make things more interesting."

"I'm listening," I whispered and took her hips in my hands, bringing her closer into me.

"The winner has to punish the loser, however they see fit," she smirked.

"I like that idea. You better get ready to lose, Lombardi."

Her face moved closer to mine. "In your dreams, Hughes."

Right before our lips met, we heard a shout that made us jump back.

"You!" It was the worker from earlier.

"Time to get out of here," V tapped me on the shoulder and held onto my wrist.

We both ran out of the arcade, hand-in-hand, giggling as the man shouted after us. I looked at Veronica and saw a child-like gleam in her eyes which was absolutely adorable. It was obviously she used to get up to trouble when she was a kid. Thrill ran through my body as we ran along the sidewalk under the night sky and I could feel the adrenaline pumping in me.

Eventually, we stopped running and looked back. We stared at each other, breathing hard and then doubled over laughing.

I glanced over at her to find her smiling back at me with that heart-stopping smile of hers.

And in that moment I realised, I really liked Veronica Lombardi.

~*~*~

12th DATE!

"Come here."

I grabbed the collar of her shirt and tugged her into me then pushing her up against the wall.

"Yes ma'am," she teased and pressed our lips together. One of my hands tangled in her hair while the other fumbled around, searching for the door knob of my dorm.

"Zoey isn't in?" she asked against my lips.

"Don't know, don't care."

I pushed myself further into her and ran my hand up under her shirt and over her chest, making her groan.

"Why didn't we go to my room then?"

"Mine's closer," I whispered hurriedly as the door clicked open. "And I need you now."

I pushed Veronica past the door, never breaking off the kiss.

"Hey, ba- Oh!" Zoey stopped herself in surprise.

I walked Veronica back to the direction of my room, hands never leaving each other's bodies and lips never parting.

"I'm guessing you guys had a good date, then," Zoey added.

We crashed into the kitchen counter on the way to my room. Veronica's hand were all over me as she kissed her way down my neck.

"Mm!"

"Good to know, babe," Zoey replied.

I ignored her and finally pushed V towards my room, finally making our way past the door.

"Have fun you two," my roommate said jokingly as I shut the door behind us and shoved Veronica on the bed, straddling her.

We sure would.

~*~*~

"There she is!" Zoey cheered as I walked into our suite after class the next day.

"Uh, hey?"

"The sex was that good, huh?"

"Zo!"

"What?" she asked, laughing. "You're the one that barged in here groping and sucking the soul out of your girl as if I wasn't sitting on the couch or anything."

"I'm sorry!"

I was going to continue but she waved me off.

"I don't need to hear some lame excuse about how horny you were, I heard it all. Till an ungodly hour in the morning too like damn, you both really went at it, huh?"

"Zoey, please!" I groaned and hid my face behind my hands, heat making its way to my cheeks.

I walked towards the fridge and Zoey followed me.

"You're even walking a little funny," she giggled.

"Stoppppp!" I playfully shoved her even though I knew it was true 'cuz I still felt a little sore.

"Aw, no need to be shy! You definitely weren't last night," she smirked at me cheekily. "'Oh, V! Yes! Don't stop, please, god!'"

"That's it!" I walked off towards the direction of my bedroom. "Conversation is over."

"And then she went, 'Mmm! Bea, right there! Fuck!'" Zoey mimicked teasingly.

"Bye, Zo!" I said as I shut my room with her laughing her ass off.

~*~*~

Nth DATE!!!

I woke up to find myself wrapped up in a pair of strong arms. The familiar warmth and comfort of the embrace made me smile.

I felt the arms hug me tighter and a soft kiss was placed on my neck. I sighed in contentment and melted further into her clutch.

"G'morning, beautiful," I heard Veronica's sleepy voice whisper into my ear and my heart swelled.

"Morning, V," I yawned and turned in her arms to face her. She looked at me and smiled.

"What?" I giggled.

"Nothing, you just look really cute."

I felt my cheeks heat up. "God, V, it's too early in the morning for all your cheesiness."

"Cheesiness?" she laughed. "I'm not cheesy."

"You're like the cheesiet person I know."

"Well, even if I were, you're in my bed so it worked, didn't it?" She gave me a crooked grin.

My face was burning at this point. "You're unbelievable," I groaned but the smile on my face gave away my true emotion.

She smirked. "I know, you told me last night, remember?"

Flashbacks to the night before played in my mind and I felt my entire body get hot.

"Veronica!" I grabbed the pillow beside me and gave her a whack on the head with it as she laughed. I looked at the time on my phone and sighed. "I gotta go."

"Aw, c'mon," she said as I moved to sit up and stretched. I glanced back to find her eyes running up me down my bare back. "Can't I hold you a little longer?"

She crawled towards me and wrapped her arms around me from the back, resting her chin on my shoulder. I felt her whole body pressed up against back back as she held me tight.

"You know I wouldn't leave if I had the choice," I moved my head back to kiss her cheek.

"You going soft on me, Hughes?" she teased as I rolled my eyes.

"I could say the same about you, Lombardi."

Our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss but not longer after, I pulled back which made her groan.

"I know, I know," I said as I stood up. "But I have class soon."

Before I could take a step, Veronica pounced on me and wrapped me in a bone-crushing hug.

"Ahh! V!"

"You can't escape now!" she giggled and attacked me with kisses.

"V! Stop!" I laughed along with her.

"No!"

"Please!" I wheezed out. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise!"

"Promise?"

"Yes!"

"Fine," she said sadly as she reluctantly let go off me and as much as I was protesting, I was already regretting it and thinking twice about going to class.

"I'll see you later, okay?" I told her as I reached for my clothes, putting on my bra and underwear before reaching for my pants while she did the same.

"Mhm," she hummed.

"V? Where's my shirt?" I asked, looking around.

"I don't know...," she spoke in a low, mischievous tone that caused me to whip my head to look at her.

There she was, one hand on her hip and holding my shirt in the other. She looked at me with a cheeky glint in her eyes and a small smirk on her lips. "Wherever could it have gone?"

"V, give it back," I stepped in her direction and reached for it but she held it out of my reach.

"Give what back? I don't know what you're about." She jogged past me to the other side of her room and grinned at me.

"Oh, that's what we're doing, huh?" I quickly moved towards her but she evaded me and jumped onto the bed instead.

"You're gonna try harder than that," she laughed and jumped off the bed as I lunged after her.

I started chasing after her around the room, the both of us giggling like children playing a game of catch.

"Veronica! Come back here!"

"You wish, Hughes!"

Eventually, I managed to corner her against the wall.

"Got you now," I grinned at her, both hands pressed against the wall to trap her. "Give it back."

Veronica was holding my shirt up, still out of my reach. She gave me an entertained look and shook her head. "No."

I was about to retort when an idea popped into my mind.

"Fine," I said and moved away from her. She looked at me curiously as I walked to her closet and started rifling through her clothes.

"Are you gonna steal one of my shirts?" she asked in amusement.

"Yes, I am."

One particular sweater caught my attention. She always wore it whenever she invited me over to her room. I removed it from the hanger as Veronica crept up behind me to see what I had chosen.

"Seriously? My favourite sweater?"

"Yup!" I tossed it over my head and felt the comfy fabric envelope my body. It smelt just like her which made me smile. "I think it's only fair. Since you're not planning on giving back my shirt, I'm gonna take your sweater then."

"Y'know what, darling?" she asked and pulled me into her, hand still holding onto my shirt. "I think it's a pretty fair trade."

"You do, hm?" I said teasingly. "Why don't we seal the deal with a kiss?"

Her arms wrapped around my neck as I brought her closer to me by the waist. She gave me a brash smile. "Just say you want to kiss me."

"Shut up."

Our lips met in a slow, tender kiss and suddenly, I didn't care that I was running late for class.

~*~*~

Aftermath...

"Veronica!" I heard a shrill voice shout from outside my room a while after Bea left.

I sighed and shouted back, "What do you want, Poppy?"

"Let me in!"

I groaned and got off my bed to open the door for her, knowing she would just scream until I let her in anyway.

"Yes?" I questioned, clearly annoyed.

She brushed past me and entered my room. An angel walked out only for the devil to come in. She turned to face me and crossed her arms. "We need to talk."

"About?"

She rolled her eyes. "Farmsville, duh!"

"Bea, you mean."

"Aw how cute," she mocked with a jeer. "Protecting your little girlfriend."

"Cut the crap, Pops. What is it?"

"Break off whatever fling you have going on with Bea," she said her name with distaste on her lips, cutting right to the chase.

I scoffed. "Why would I do that?"

"When was the last time you vlogged? Or live-streamed?" Poppy asked, ignoring my question.

I paused for a while. "Almost a week ago."

"A week, V. A week," she tsked and pretended to busy herself with the makeup on my dresser. "You used to do it all the time. Speaking of, why haven't you been vlogging or live-streaming your stupid dates? Embarrassed the Veronicats would find out their precious Vivi Lombardi is dating some farmgirl?"

"Oh, but you know Bea isn't just some farmgirl, don't you, Pops?" I smirked, challenging her. "You know Bea is coming for your crown, and fast. You're threatened by her."

I saw her shoulders tense in anger, as if she was gonna blow her lid as she scoffed defensively, "I am not!" She cleared her throat and spoke calmly, "Anyway, you're avoiding my question, V. Afraid to tell the truth?"

"For privacy," I said deadpanned but that wasn't true. If I had it my way, I would've told the Veronicats all about Bea since our first date but I promised her I wouldn't vlog and although it's been months since then, I didn't want to go back on my word even though I was sure Bea would definitely be okay with it.

"You among all people should know there's no such thing as privacy for social media stars," Poppy mocked.

"What's your point?" I asked, getting frustrated.

"My point," she whipped her head around to look at me. "Is that she's a distraction. No wonder you've barely had the attention you used to from your followers. Poor them, too."

I squinted at her. "You don't care about my followers. You never did, you only cared that so many people would listen to me. And in return listened to you. I know why you became friends with me, if we can even call it that, so don't pretend for a second you give a fuck about me or them."

"Oh, so you aren't as mindless as you seem," she raised a brow at me.

"I'm not stupid, Poppy."

"Well, you definitely seem to play that role well."

My jaw clenched in annoyance but I was determined to not give her the satisfaction of knowing it.

"But this benefits you, too, V," she continued in a condescending tone. "If she's gone, you can focus on your," she waved her hand, looking for the right word. "Career."

"You must have gone insane if you think I'm buying your bullshit for even a second."

"Oh, but you will."

"What is that suppose to mean?" I raised a brow at her, tired of games.

"You'll cut things off with Farmsville because if you don't," she paused, giving me a malicious smile. "I'll expose Veronica Lombardi for the fraud she is."

And suddenly, my entire body went cold.

~*~*~

"Veronica!" I heard that familiar voice I've been longing to hear for the past week call out to me and my heart wrenched.

It had only been a week but I missed Bea like nothing I've ever felt before. On top of that, there was also the guilt and shame of ignoring her instead of talking to her like what I should have done.

I wanted to run away on instinct but I forced myself to stay put. I've never felt so unsure in my life which was such a strange feeling since I always knew what I wanted. But this time, what I wanted was a little bit more complicated.

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, bracing myself to face her.

"Hey, Bea," I said awkwardly as I turned to look at her which made me even shudder. God, this so wasn't like me.

She looked at me weirdly for a second before concern took over her face which only me feel worse.

"Is everything okay?" Her brows creased as she spoke, her tone laced with worry. "You haven't been replying any of my calls or texts."

"I... I'm so sorry," my voice cracked and I gulped.

"V, what happened?"

The guilt was eating away at me and I couldn't hold it in any longer especially with the way she was looking at me. I looked around and remembered we were still outside the lecture hall.

"Can we talk somewhere private?"

She took me to her room and sat me down on her bed.

"Okay, what is it, Veronica?"

I steeled myself and looked her in the eyes. Then, I spilled everything Poppy said to me. By the time I was done, I expected to scream at me. To shout and cuss at me, to tell me to go to hell and that she never wanted to see my face again. To accuse me of leading her on and using her.

But instead, she was quiet.

I searched her face, looking for a reaction, any reaction, and where I expected to find anger and rage, I found something much worse.

Hurt and disappointment.

"Bea..."

"Veronica, no," she said firmly. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know how to," I said lamely. 'Cuz honestly, how was I suppose to tell the girl you liked and have been seeing for months that you were torn between choosing her and your follower count? Even thinking about it made me cringe but that's what it was.

"God, V," she spoke sadly. "I don't even care that you're having trouble choosing between me and your followers. I know how hard you've worked for them just to throw it all away." She looked away. "I'm upset that you didn't even think to come to me to tell me about what was happening."

And I felt a million times worse than I already did.

"Bea..."

"I could've helped you. Don't you trust me?" her voice cracked. She stood up, not looking at me but I stood with her. "'Cuz I trusted you. And if Poppy pulled some shit like this on me I would've told you. I wouldn't even think twice about it."

I didn't respond. I didn't know how to. It wasn't that I didn't trust her, I just didn't know how to face her.

"Of course I trust you! I was just worried!"

"Worried about what?"

I bit my lip, wondering how I should phrase it. "That you wouldn't understand."

She scoffed and turned to face me. "Yeah, so much for trusting me, right? You didn't even give me a chance."

I knew she was right. "I'm sorry," was all I could say.

"That's all you have to say?" she asked, disappointed. She crossed her arms and shook her head, groaning. "God, I should've known better."

"What? What are you saying?" I asked warily.  

"Of course you were too good to be true. I should've seen it. I knew there had to be a reason I didn't like you when I first saw you." She stepped towards me, tears streaming down her face. "And this was probably why. You run away as soon as things get bumpy and ignore it. So goodbye, Veronica."

Her words were like a knife slicing through me. Piercing and jabbing at my soul but I deserved it. She pointed towards her door, not even wanting to look at me and I felt my heart start to shatter.

"Bea, please, let me explain."

"Explain what? About how I was I fool to think I meant more to you? About how I would've told you everything but you didn't even tell me about this? Save it!" she spat. "I don't want to hear it."

"Please, let me make it up to you," I begged. "Please, Bea."

She sighed. "How?"

"This past week was hell for me. I felt like absolute crap. And I know how that must have felt for you too and I'm sorry. I know it must have been frustrating being left in the dark."

"I was just so worried for you," she admitted in a small voice that made me want to kick myself.

"And I can't apologise enough for it," I continued and stepped closer to her. "And I'm not just saying that, I really do mean it. It killed me, not talking to you for the past week and I know I'm the only one to blame for that. But I felt guilty and ashamed but mostly, I felt so lost. Ever since I started spending time with you, you were like a light guiding me even if you didn't realise it. I opened up more to you than I ever had with anyone and I was becoming more comfortable showing the real me to others. And if there's anything I learnt in the past week, I'm ready, Bea. I'm ready to show my followers who I am."

I cautiously raised my hand to cup her cheek, afraid she would slap my hand away or pull back but she didn't. My palm met her face in a soft caress and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I wiped away her tears with my thumb as I spoke. "And I also learnt that I really like you Bea. Much more than I expected to. And I would give it all up for you. Of course I'm proud of what I've worked for but what's the point if I lose my happiness because of it? And you, Bea Hughes, are my happiness."

She looked at me, her piercing brown eyes bore into mine and I tried pleading with them to her, to show her how honest my words were, how I meant it all.

After what seemed like eternity, she rolled her eyes and breath out, "And you say you aren't cheesy."

Relief washed over my entire body and I let out a huge sigh.

"I gotta do what I gotta do to get you back don't I?"

"God, don't you ever stop?"

I gave her a small smile, feeling incredibly thankful. "Not if I can help it."

She pulled me into her and hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder. I felt chills run through my body as I rubbed her back.

"And for the record," she whispered quietly. "I like you a lot too, V."

My heart leapt in my chest at her declaration and I was so happy, I could cry. "Thank you, beautiful."

"So what are you planning to do now."

I closed my eyes and rested my head against hers.

"Expose myself before that bitch does it first."

~*~*~

"Are you ready?" she asked me as we stepped onto the courtyard. She looked at me to be certain. "Are you sure you want to this?"

I smiled at het softly and took her hand to give it a reassuring squeeze before letting go. I couldn't express how grateful I was that she still by my side. "More than anything if it means I get to be with you."

We walked side-by-side to the middle of campus where a screaming Poppy was scolding a poor freshman for something stupid, no doubt.

"Hey, Glorified Barbie, over here!" I shouted at her.

She shot me a glare. "What the hell did you say to me?"

"Oh, so you do know I'm talking about you then," I laughed.

A crowd started to gather around us and my heart started racing but there was no backing down now. I had to do this. I looked at Chloe who was among the crowd. She held up my phone, live-streaming to my followers the shit storm that was about to happen.

Poppy turned red in the face and noticed Bea standing beside me. "For fuck sakes, V! Are you really gonna throw away all your years of pretending online just for that?" She pointed at Bea with a disgusted scowl on her face. "You must be dumber than I thought."

I was about to shoot back a snide remark in Bea's defense but I felt her hand lightly touch my arm. She knew what I was thinking and shook her head, reminding me not to get distracted from the actual reason we were here.

"If anything, Pops, you're the dumb one here." I stepped closer to her. "I have to admit, you got me there for a second. You really made me believe you had power over me. But you underestimate how loyal and understanding my followers are." I looked into the camera of my phone. "And if they aren't, then I don't think I want them."

"Veronica, you stupid cow! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, am I making you mad Poppy? That you you have nothing to hold over me anymore?" I taunted her with a smirk, no doubt infuriating her more. "That you can't control my followers anymore either?"

"This is ridiculous!"

"You heard it here first, Veronicats!" I grinned into the camera, finally feeling free. " Veronica Lombardi isn't who you think she is." I turned to Bea and my face soften looking at how proud she was of me. "Consider this my first step of rebranding."

I held out my hand to Bea and she gladly accepted it with a smile on her face.

"And one more thing," I said and held eye contact with the fuming bitch across the lawn. "Fuck you, Poppy!" I flipped her off and the crowd surrounding us gasped as I tugged Bea into a passionate kiss. One of my arms wrapped around her neck while the other cupped her face, my thumb gently stroking her cheek while hers was pulling me into her by the waist.

Among the sea of people, I heard Zoey whooping and cheering for us. "Hell yeah, babe! Get it!" And just like that, everyone started clapping and cheering along.

I felt Bea start laughing against my lips and I smiled into the kiss. I pulled back to grin rakishly at Poppy who was about to blow her lid off. Her face was red and she stomped her feet in anger. "Veronica! Stop this nonsense right now!"

"Or what? You'll expose me? Oh, wait!"

Bea and I giggled as Poppy shouted, "You better watch your fucking back! Both you and Farmsville! This isn't over!"

"Oh but it is, Pops!" I called out after her. "You have nothing over me now, so go find someone else to blackmail and manipulate!"

She lets out a shriek as she stormed off, leaving us in laughing in each other's arms with a crowd of supporters behind us. I walked towards Chloe and thanked her before taking back my phone to address my online audience.

"Well, Veronicats, there you have it," I gave them a winning smile, trying my best not to look at the comment I was currently being bombarded with. "I know you have a lot of questions right now, so leave 'em and I'll answer them in a Q&A later." I signed off in a much calm and collected manner than the usual high-energy outros I would give them. It was a small step but for the first time in years, I felt like I could finally breathe again.

I made my way back to Bea's side where the crowd started to dissipate.

"Well, you did it!" she cheered with a huge grin as she encircled me in her arms. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Thank you, beautiful." I placed a kiss on her forehead and brought her closer into me to hug her tight, resting my cheek against hers.

"Are you scared?"

"Oh, I'm terrified," I laughed and she giggled along. "But having you by my side definitely helps."

I heard her scoff but her felt her cheek become warm against my own. "Cheesy Veronica is back at it again I see."

"But seriously," I whispered into her ear. "Thank you so much. For everything."

I felt her squeeze me. "Thank you for choosing me."

"You're worth it," I sighed. I thought about all the backlash I would get, from my manager, my followers, the haters, the general public, everyone. I think about all the followers and subscribers and support I'd lose and yet, nothing would be as bad as losing Bea.

So despite my worries and fears, my greatest comfort was in my arms and no matter what happened next, I knew I could face it with her.

"You'll always be worth it."

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Needy Little Thing

Title: Needy Little Thing

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​​

Words: 1,608

Warnings: Bondage, cursing, rough sex, dirty talk

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711​, @fioccodineveautunnale​, @phoenixhalliwell​, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite​

Author Notes: This was HOT. Like I’m all hot and bothered by y’all. I hope you enjoy! This was a request for Whiskey tying the reader up and whispering dirty things to her while he fucks her. My gutter brain struck again on this one. I need a cold shower now! Feedback is always welcome!

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“You know the rules, sugar. You lost so I get to do whatever I want to you.” he coos to you as he stands before with his lasso in between his hands. You shiver slightly at his words and the heated look in his eyes. He’s watching you silently waiting for your consent, you shyly look at the floor and nod your head. “I need to hear the words sugar.” he coos to you as his index finger pushes your chin up so that you’re looking at him.

         “Tie me up and fuck me Whiskey.” you say boldly and his mouth goes slack as his body stills before suddenly in a flurry of motion he’s got you pressed up against his desk underneath him and he’s slanting his lips across yours.

         “Fuck, sugar.” he grunts out as his lips move from your mouth to trail kisses along your jaw. “You’re in trouble now.” he taunts you and you shiver again at his words.

         He twirls you so that you’re not facing his desk and his hands are pawing at your breasts under your button up blouse. You moan lowly into the air and fling your head back against his shoulder. He nuzzles his nose against the skin of your neck and you feel his fingers curl around the edges of your blouse and he’s yanking outside. Your gasp is loud as the buttons on your blouse ping around the room as they fly from the material. You don’t have time to reprimand him before his hands are cupping your breasts now and hauling you back against his chest as he begins sucking against your neck and sliding his tongue against it wetly.

         Groaning loudly one of your hands comes up to press against the desk and your hips grind back against him. “That’s right sugar, get yourself riled up on my cock.” he whispers against your skin and you mewl out loudly. Your body is heating up under his attention and you feel sweat begin to bead along your forehead. 

         Soon he’s tugging the straps of your bra down your shoulders and removes both your shirt and bra quickly. He keeps you pressed against the desk facing away from him, a shiver racks your whole body as you feel the tickle of his lasso dragging across the skin of your back. He pulls your arms back behind your back and moves them so that your wrists are pressed together and the lasso is wrapping around them shortly. “Good?” he asks softly from behind you letting his fingers dance up and down your restrained arms and you nod your head eagerly. “C’mon sugar you know I need your words.” he coos at you as he shifts behind you and presses his hips into yours. You groan loudly as your hips collide with the edge of his desk and you can feel his erection grinding against your ass.

         “Yes, it’s good. So fucking good.” you whimper out desperately.

         “Good girl.” he coos to you and you feel your heart jump in your chest at his praise. “I’m gonna fuck you so good sugar. Gonna fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” he whispers in your ear and you whimper loudly. You turn your head to him and he kisses you deeply. Your body seems to melt against him as his hands rest on your hips and begin to slide up your body cupping your breasts again. “So pretty, look at your breasts. Fucking perfect.” he whispers to you and you look down to see his large hands completely covering your breasts, his fingers gripping and massaging them easily.

         He slides his hands down your stomach and around your back to the zipper on the back of your skirt and you brace your hips against the desk and shift on your high heeled feet. The cloth around your hips loosens and Whiskey moans loudly from behind you as your black thong is revealed to him. “Naughty.” he coos to you and you nod your head before letting it fall slightly towards the desk. “I think I’m gonna keep your heels on this time. Wanna see how pretty your body looks in nothing but heels.” 

         He slides first your skirt down your body and he helps you step out of it before kicking it to the side of the room. His fingers then snap the band of your thong against your skin and jerk in reaction to the sharp sting on your flesh. Soon the black thong is slipping down your legs and you step out of that too as he kneels at your feet looking up your body. “Spread your legs sugar I wanna see how wet you are already.” he instructs and you obey almost immediately stepping far enough apart that he’ll be able to see your glistening lips. “Such a pretty sight.” he coos at you.

         He’s standing behind you now and you hear the clink of his belt buckle from behind you. Your fingers reach out as your wrists rest on the top of your ass and your fingers just skim his lower stomach before he tuts softly. One of his hands comes up and gathers a fist full of your hair and pushes you forward so that you’re now leaning over the desk. “That’s it sugar, bend over for me.” he coos at you and as your skin settles on the cool desk you shiver violently.

         His cock slides between your folds and you sigh softly knowing that he’s going to give it to you. And give it to you good he does. He’s slamming his cock into you and you’re crying out loudly at the intrusion. The hand that’s in your hair pulls up a little and your back is arching against the desk so that your top half is partially lifted from the desk. You shift your feet slightly further apart to help ease the pleasurable burn he’s created as he settles and let’s you adjust to him.

         “Please Whiskey. Pretty please.” you whimper out to him needing him to either move or touch you. He leans forward as his other hand comes to hold your bound wrists.

         “You sound so pretty when you beg.” he groans into your ear and your walls clench around him tightly making him thrust up into you. “Fuck, yes. That’s it baby squeeze me.” He leans his hips further into you and your hips are flush with the desk now. “C’mon sugar, milk my cock.” he coos as he begins to set a slow pace.

         Your head is thrashing from side to side and your lungs can’t get enough air. There’s a knot building and winding in your lower stomach as his cock slides in and out slowly. You’re moaning uncontrollably now and your fingers are trying to find something to grab onto. You’re becoming a panting shivering mess as his hips begin to pick up speed. He’s grunting behind you and you clench your walls upon hearing each grunt from him. You’re so tight around him that he’s starting to have trouble moving inside of you.

         His hands clamp down onto your hips and he’s suddenly pounding into you. “C’mon baby beg me to make you come.” he instructs and it’s like a wall has come tumbling down inside of you. Your body is arching and your mouth is open as begs and pleads fall from your swollen lips.

         “Please, pretty please Whiskey. Make me come. Fuck me until I can’t breathe.” you’re begging out loudly in a raspy voice. His hands plant onto the desk next to your hips and he’s fucking you harshly into the desk and your hips bounce agains the edge harshly.

         “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he whispers into your ear as his body cages you against the desk underneath him.

         “Only for you. Pretty please. Only for you Whiskey.” you gasp out and suddenly your orgasm slams into you and you scream with relief. Whiskey slams into you one last time and his own release is flowing over him and you feel the warmth of it inside of you.

           It’s a few moments later that you feel the lasso loosen around your wrists and you lift your head barely from the desk. You don’t remember blacking out but you must’ve because Whiskey is no longer inside you and he’s moving softly around you as he releases you from your binds. You jerk as you feel a warm wash cloth slowly and softly swipe between your thighs and he whispers an apology to you as he cleans you up. You’re being lifted into his arms as he strides over to the couch and sits down with you in his lap. CUddling up to him you press your face into his neck and kiss him there.

         “You did so good sugar.” he says softly to you as he brushes hair out of your eyes. “So good.” You smile up at him and cuddle closer into him.

         “Maybe I need to lose some more at our little game.” you say sleepily and he looks down at you confused. “That was probably the best sex we’ve had in quite a while. All because I lost our game.” you explain. He grins down at you and brushes more hair from your eyes.

         “It was so good because it’s been a while since we’ve had time to have sex sugar. But we can continue playing our game if it makes it better for you.” he concedes warmly. You smile nodding your head as you quickly fall asleep in his arms cuddling in his lap.

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Session 1b - I’d Rather Not

This is a retelling, not a transcription.

Word count: ~2,100

Relationships: platonic Moceit

Warnings (may contain spoilers): space, aliens, alien planet, fighting, cursing, disease, venom, exhaustion, mind-control, blood, hostile wildlife (request more tags if needed)

AO3

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“Thanks, Janus.”

Janus’ face twists into a cold focus.  He grabs his pistol and starts firing careful, timed bursts and the other fighters still in control of themselves do the same.  The vracinea makes no sounds when their shots hit, but its latex sap starts pouring from the wounds and its vines become frantic.  They all desperately hope that means it’s dying.

A particularly large electrical blast from the android seems to knock the large Lashunta loose, because they gasp and start running.  The creature gives chase but five of them are shooting it now and before it can attack again its smoking corpse falls with a strange flutter and a crunch.

The human walks up and spits on it before sitting hard on the ground.  

“I am so done with nature,” says the android.  Someone grunts in agreement.

Only a few seconds pass before the smaller Lashunta is shaking their head and backing away from the foliage in disgust.  No one says anything to them.  Janus gives them a questioning look, still catching his breath, but they just blink a few times and join the rough circle of people that has formed to rest.  

“Thank you for not letting me die,” Janus says to no one in particular.  He touches the scratches on his neck lightly, wincing.  

“You’re welcome,” says the small Lashunta.  

“I would not wish that fate on anyone,” adds the android.  “To be eaten by a plant… pitiful.”

Janus looks at each of them in turn, these new companions of his.  The human catches his eye and stares back for a moment, squinting hard at him.  Janus’ lips twitch in an aborted smile and he lets his gaze slide away to the next person.

The large Lashunta and the android are studying the plant together.  The android narrates their findings.  

“The plant was not originally part of the structure’s design.”

“Oh, was it not?  I would never have guessed.”  The human scoffed, leaning theirself back against a fallen tree.  The android continues as if nothing was said.

“This obelisk was a watchtower.  Non-magical.  Sargorssk, would you?”  The android looks at the Vesk and gestures.  They- Sargorssk- seems to know just what to do and draws their sword again to start hacking the remaining vines from the structure.  Once the surface is revealed, the android starts up again.

“There is ancient elven script here. “Warning.  You are approaching Loskialua, monastery of starsong, embassy of the spheres, and Temple of the Twelve.  Messengers and other visitors pay respect to the beyond.”  It says something about purity of the mind.”

“So, we should think pure thoughts?”  asks the large Lashunta.

“Indeed,” the android confirms.  “I suggest you think about soap.”

A few feet away, Janus is struggling with his med kit.  He knows it’s in here, he just can’t think right now through all the pains shouting at him.  He startles when the small Lashunta appears beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder.  Janus makes to remove it, but a warmth blossoms from the touch and travels up and around his neck.  The cuts around his throat and head tingle and disappear.  It lasts only a few seconds, and then the Lashunta gives him a smile and pulls away.  Their hands part and Janus realizes he had been holding onto them throughout.  He stares as they walk back to their travel pack and sit.

“Oh, we’re keeping that one,” he decides.  

~~~

The group keeps moving.  The kaukarikis glower at the survivors walking through their territory.  They drop rocks on the group when they aren’t looking, but always retreat when confronted.  They’re just trying to be irritating.  

They make camp when the sun sets and the android strikes up conversation.

“How did you survive before…?”

“Things were a lot quieter before you came around.  Y’all are bad luck.”  Janus smirks.  “This is the worst mission I’ve ever had here!”

“That may be true,” Sargorssk chuckles.  “Are you sure you want to travel with us?”

“Well…” he draws it out just long enough to make everyone laugh.  When it dies down, his back is to them and he’s setting up his sleeping bag without a word.

The next morning sees another day of travel.  The infernal kaukarikis keep trailing the group, a hostile presence ever at their back.  Janus sidles up to the android.

“What’s your mission, anyway?”  He asks.

“We’re rescuing a kidnapped scientist,” they reply.  The large Lashunta nods.

“How very heroic!”

“What’s yours?”  The android’s eyes look through him.

“Cataloging species and their populations, but I’m more than happy to help rescue a fellow scientist!  It’s hard out here, we’ve got to look out for each other,” says Janus. 

“You’re welcome to stick with us as long as you like,” says the Vesk.

“Yes,” says the android.  “We could use the firepower.”

The day after that they encounter a creature called a ksarik.  A grey-ish-green four-legged creature with a tail and tentacles that twitch back and forth like a cat.  Everyone’s guns are raised when that thing tops the hill.  It disappears into the foliage, leaving only tension behind.

It appears again and again throughout the day, sometimes behind, sometimes to one side or the other.  Sometimes it moves impossible fast.

“Are there now two?” asks the android.

“Maybe so,” says the small Lashunta.  “They hunt in packs.”

On the fourth sighting, it doesn't run away again.  Instead it walks up to them, examining them, quivering with interest.  Probing.  It gurgles.  Janus is taking notes with great interest.

“Domash,” asks the android.  “Can you speak to this thing?”

The small Lashunta, Domash, squints for a moment.

“Yes, actually, it’s a type of fungus.  Don’t know how I forgot that!”  They laugh at theirself, stepping forward just a bit.

“Why here?  What want?  Me friend.”

“Want... Host...”

It launches a projectile a hundred feet across the field straight at the android.

A scream, a metallic screeching, and the android staggers.  A thorn is protruding from their shoulder, the panel cracked.  

The human takes aim and fires, the rest of the group following suit.  All but the large Lashunta.  They look around the field.  There!  Another creature, coming up on their flank.  Thorns fly from it as well, sinking into the Lashunta’s leg.  Then they flee.

“What the fuck?  Where are they going?” asks the human.  Domash looks at them, alarmed. 

“Their shots hit.  They think that all they have to do now is wait us out.  The spores…”  They look at their companion ripping the thorns out of their leg.

“We have to keep moving.”

Several times throughout the day, the creatures return to check on them, to fire more thorns.  No matter how many times they get shot, they flee only to return without a trace of damage.  The android tries to give chase, but they evolved within this jungle.  It’s impossible.

Janus tends to the large Lashunta’s wounds that night at camp.  It’s unclear if he’s helped, but they seem in higher spirits the next morning.

Another day, another several hours of being followed by kaukarikis, hunted by ksariks, and by the end of it Sargorssk and Janus have both been infected as well.  The other human lowers their gun after the fleeing creature and eyes Janus’ wounded arm.

“Oh, no, not our long-time field medic pal…”  they deadpan.  Janus glares in return.

  ~~~

“Y’all know where you’re going, right?”  Janus asks on the fifth day of travel.

The android stops in their tracks.

“What gives?”

A body is laying on the ground ahead.  Janus looks for signs of movement.

“It’s one of the cultists,” the android explains.  “One of the kidnappers.”  The human already has a gun raised.  

The android steps closer, and the cultist sees them and screams.

“Devourer, stop this pain!  I am ready for you!"  They pull out a gun but their arm cannot lift it to shoot.  Zin moves closer to the bulky Lashunta cultist, examining their wounds.  The human joins them, restraining the person.  It hardly seems necessary.

“They will not last much longer.”

“When did this happen?”  Domash approaches to question them.  They can only mumble, barely coherent.

“Time is… what?  I…”

“Should we, I don’t know, help them?”  Janus gestures vaguely.  The human is patting them down for any more weapons.  

“Or,” they pull out an incendiary grenade out of the person’s bag.  “We could kill ‘em.”

The android gently lifts the cultist’s head to place on their lap.  They speak calmly.

“You heard the man, tell us what you know or we’ll kill you.”

“I’m as good as dead already.”  The hostage’s eyes dart around, landing on Domash.  

“Wait, are you a healer?  Can you help me?!  Please!  I’ll tell you anything!”  They gasp.

Domash kneels, beginning to cast a spell of healing over them as the android begins a line of questioning.  The human backs up and mutters to Janus.

“We should just feed ‘em the grenade before those spores bust out.  This is a waste of time, bet.”

Janus briefly appreciates that Pat isn’t listening to this.

An hour later, the android leaves the cultist’s side.

“Here’s what we know.  She is from the Cult of the Devourer.  There’s no reliable information about the cult on the database.  Her leader is a man named Tommen.  The scientist was with them, but the group left her behind when she was infected by the ksariks.  There are a dozen more members guarding the scientist.”

“Are we gonna heal her just to have to lug around a prisoner?”  The human asks.

“We don’t have to take her with us,” says Sargorssk.

“Then why is Domash wasting its magic- hey!”  The human grunts as the android grabs them.

“They’re back.  There are more now.”

~~~

Pistols and laser fire explode over the clearing.  Janus ducks behind the large Lashunta, patting them on the back.  

“Go get ‘em, champ!”

“Hey, yeah,” they don’t dare take their eyes off the targets.  “That’s inspiring and all, but maybe you could actually do something?”

“Ah, yes.”  Janus pulls out his pistol and fires two shots, each one missing wide.  The Lashunta blinks.

“Never mind.”

The fight ends when Sargorssk throws a grenade at a ksarik, causing the last hostile fungus to erupt and douse everyone nearby with spongy viscera.  The large Lashunta scrubs their face and throws a piece on the ground, stomping it into the dirt.  Domash helps the android knock a panel back into place and the rest of them stand there panting, covered in goo.

“It’s in my hair.”  Janus mutters.  Somewhere behind them, the cultist groans.

~~~

Cleaning themselves up a few minutes later, Domash slaps Janus on the back and smiles.

“Well, you lived this long, maybe it’s time we made formal introductions?”

“Oh, thank goodness.”  Janus leans toward it.  “I waited so long I thought I’d missed my chance.  I’m Patton Nufunder.  You can call me Pat-iyo.” 

“Like the furniture?”

“Never heard that one before.”  Janus quips.

“I’m just teasing.  Domash-eyin.  Pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m Sargorssk-iye Vint.”  The Vesk walks up to him showing far too many teeth.  

“I am called Zin-eya,” says the android.  Right behind her the large Lashunta waves.

“I’m Veritae-ya Vyon!”

There’s a silence, followed by everyone looking over to their human companion.  The one that’s been with them all along.  They sense the eyes on them and stop polishing their weapon to look up.

“Don’t refer to me.”

“Okay, then.”

“Just do me a favor, eh?”  The human asks him.  “Don’t die.  Fair?”

“Fair.”  Janus nods.  Sargorssk pulls him aside.

“The point is, Pat, we’re gonna be in danger for a while.  Not sure you want to stay with us.”

Janus mentally pokes the sleeping Patton in their mind.  He doesn’t stir.  To be honest, I’m not sure either, but right now this body is sick, probably got a couple infections, and traveling alone like this is somehow still more deadly than sticking with you lot.

“Don’t worry about me, Sarg.  I‘ll be fine.”  Janus shrugs him off.

“Well, then, welcome aboard!  Maybe you’ll actually get to see our ship at some point.”

A scratchy signal coming out of Zin’s head interrupts them.  She’s playing a live message from someone.

“I’ve made it across t-- ravine.  What --- ---- -- with these monkeys?  There’s dead monkeys all ova’ the place.  Why are they tryna kill me?”

“They started it,” she replies in a neutral tone.

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[what-the--curtains]

Braving the elements

(Bucky x OC and/or Bucky x reader)

Summary:

A mutant with elemental control flees her life of crime after an altercation with her boss. In hopes of bringing him down she seeks out her old friend Wanda and offers to help the Avengers. Whilst there a certain avengers catches her eye and she catches his. As a more sinister plot begins to reveal itself, you realize that your former employer is the least of your worries and that something wicked was being planned for you since the day you were born.

Warnings; Violence, Swearing, Theft

Author's note: First piece of non-academic writing I’ve done in a while so feedback is always appreciated, but be kind! I may change this to be a reader insert, but I just don’t like how (Y/n) looks in the writing. If y’all want it changed though let me know! Bucky makes his appearance in Chapter 4 so it’s a slow burn romance, but there’s gonna be fluff, angst and smut involved! Steve/Nat and Wanda/Vision are in it later as well, but I wanted to establish the main character a bit first as she’s the only one who's made up

Word Count: 2.0K

Act 1: Chapter 1: The Robbery

Songs inspiring this chapter

Ain’t no rest for the wicked – Cage the Elephant (Bank robbery)

Boss Bitch - Doja Cat (Fight with the avengers)

Monday 10 AM, N.Y.C

“This is it?” you ask, pulling your sunglasses down slightly in order to get a better view of the building standing before you.

“That’s the one.” Your getaway driver Calvin says into your ear piece, he’s a block away in the back of a white van waiting for the go ahead from the boss.

You squint as the sun hits your eyes, letting out a low whistle “Pretty fancy for a bank, you gonna tell me what I’m getting out of here?” you muse.

“That’s on a need to know basis sweetheart.” He responds flatly.

“Well sweetheart, hate to break it to ya, but I need to know!” you pause for a moment to see if you’ve managed to make him laugh “Seriously Calvin this is some of my best stuff!”

“God do you ever shut up, cameras and emergency buttons are down, you just have the guards to worry about now so get on with the job. Once you’re out make sure your face is covered. Do you have your mask with you? ”

“”You know as the person doing most of the brute work I think I deserve a little respect” you retort “Do I have my mask? Do you have your mask Calvin? God your infuriating!” you mutter, pulling out your “mandatory” earpiece and throwing it into a nearby gutter, before taking a quick glance in your purse just in case you had forgot.

Seeing the mask in its place, you pull your leather jacket over a white t-shirt and tighten your belt ensuring your shorts stay in place. Alright let’s do this you think with confidence before immediately tripping over your shoe laces and falling to the ground.

“God how embarrassing” you say slightly louder than you meant too. Pushing yourself onto one knee you tie your laces up and hop back on your feet “Alright let’s try this again.”

You walk through the sliding doors into the marbled interior of the bank, smiling as you pass by two security guards. One with a long mustache and another with a poorly done tattoo of a tiger on his bicep. You make note of the other two guards who were currently leaning up against the roman-esque columns lining the perimeter of the building. One was wearing sunglasses and the other was casually twirling a baton around.

“Hey, only four of you guys defending this whole building?” You inquire

“Ya sweetheart just the four of us, but don’t you worry we’ll keep ya safe” Tattoo replied with a smile and a slightly unnerving arm touch.

“Well thank goodness for that and god bless America!” you say sweetly grinning from ear to ear. Turning on your heel you head towards the counter ringing the bell twice before a woman in her mid-twenties appears from the back room and walks over to the counter. She’s wearing a name tag that reads Sandy.

“Hi there Sandy, how are you today?”

“I'm doing just fine thanks for asking and what can I do for you today?” She replied with a smile.

“I’m here to retrieve my belongings. Vault 176 here’s the key.” you say sliding it under the protective glass. Sandy smiles politely and walks into the backroom for a few minutes before emerging with a small box.

“Alright, I’m just going to need see some ID then your good to go ma’am”

“Well you see Sandy, I left it at home and my husband’s gonna kill me if I don’t get this back to him tonight could you do a gal a favour and just look the other way?” you plead

“I’m really sorry ma’am, but I just can’t do that.” Sandy replies sympathetically.

“Well I understand,” you say “Oh and Sandy, I’m sorry about this really I am”

“Sorry for what exactly ma’am?” she asks with a worried tone

“For this' ' you jump onto the counter and pull out a gun “Hi, yea, hello, people of the bank can I have your attention please? I just wanted to inform you all that I’m gonna be robbing this branch, but this does not mean it has to be a traumatic or unpleasant experience. I just need that box there and I don’t want anyone to get hurt, really I don’t. So if you could pretty please hand it over to me and any spare cash you have lying around this joint.”

Unfortunately, Tattoo, Mustache, Sunglasses, and Twirly were now approaching you with guns raised.

“Ma’am drop your weapon and put your hands where I can see them” demands Mustache

“C’mon sweetheart we both know you don’t know how to handle that thing.” Sunglasses says patronizingly

“Fine you got me glasses.” you pout “My little lady brain doesn’t know how to use a gun!” you exclaim before quickly throwing the gun at him, hitting him right in the head and knocking him out “ You’re supposed to throw the gun right?”

Mustache rushes towards you at full speed. Before he can reach you, you jump off the counter connecting the soles of your feet to his face knocking him down onto the floor unconscious. You land painfully on your hip feeling a bruise forming almost instantly.

The last two guards begin their approach. From the ground you kick Twirlys feet out from under him and jump to fight the baton out of his hand. Punching him in the throat you stand up and turn to knock tattoo, your least favorite of the four, right in the stomach with the baton. He doubles over in pain. Twirly tries to stand up, but you bring the top of your foot down on his neck causing him to drop, this time staying down. Bringing the same leg forward you knee tattoo in the nuts and feign a pained look as he topples over. Bending over you pick up the three guns now lying on the floor

“You know, you should really learn how to use these properly. Wouldn’t want you hurting anyone, especially yourselves.” You scold. The few people in the bank remained still and decided it was probably best to comply with you. You turn back to the counter now sweating, and Sandy hands you the box from the vault and a bag full of cash which she had filled during the beatdown.

“Thanks Sandy you’re a peach!”

Sandy looks at you pleadingly “Oh come on, we both know you ain’t gonna get fired because some lady came in and threatened you. If anything you should sue them, unsafe workplace and all” you offer sincerely with a shrug of your shoulders.

You gingerly step over the four guards lying on the floor and slip on your mask before exiting the bank.

Monday 10:25 AM Avengers Tower

A field agent runs into Tony’s office where he and Steve were working “Sir one of the downtown branches has been broken into!” he wheezes.

“And?” says Tony

“And you’re going to want to see this” He pulls up a video taken by one of the bystanders in the bank. The video depicts the scene of you beating up the four guards.

“You know who that is?” Steve asks Tony

“Never seen her before in my life, which is surprising considering how well she fights. Let’s get in for questioning. I'm a bit busy here so Steve if you wouldn’t mind.” He says turning back to his work.

“Peter, Wanda suit up, we’ve got a robbery to stop” Steve orders.

10:35 AM Downtown N.Y.C

God this mask is hot you think struggling to get the eyes hole in place as you approach the white van concealing Calvin’s whereabouts. Knocking three times he open the door and you

throw the small box from the vault up to him.

‘’What have I told you about taking out your ear piece?” he fumed “And what the hell is in that bag?” he shouts pointing to the large bag of cash you had grabbed.

“Money.” you say with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Last time I checked boss said no extra risks, he ain’t gonna be happy about this.”

“Well last time I checked he likes money” you respond causing Calvin to become even more agitated. As you turn to grab the money you see a ball of red light come hurling at you. You duck just in time.

“Shit, how the hell did the goddamn Avengers get here so fast?” Calvin shouts, you grab the money and throw it into the back of the van he extends his hand and you’re about to grab it when BAM something hits you in the back knocking you forward.

“Alright who the fuck threw a whole ass shield at me!” You yell more irritated that angry

“We gotta go c’mon Eve” Calvin pleads “Boss really ain’t gonna like this!”

“Screw that, this just got personal! Go, i’ll catch up” you promise turning and running towards the shield throwing culprit a.k.a Captain American. You kick him right in the gut having caught him slightly off-guard he doubles over. You remove your belt and wrap it around his neck pulling as hard as you can.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero or something?“ you begin to ask, but before you can fish the sentence something slaps you in the back of the head pulling off your mask. You're thrown off the captains back.

“Shit!” you mumble before turning to see one of spidey kids webs still holding your mask.

You hear her before you see her “Chris?” you turn to see someone you hadn’t seen in years

“Wanda?” you blink a few times no it can’t be. Just then a truck skids up behind you and firm hands hoists you up

“We gotta go now!” Calvin says angrily, shooting suppressing fire out towards the three avengers.

“Chris!” Wanda yells again before throwing energy towards the truck. You pull the air around it and throw the energy back her way.

With Spiderkid and the captain still on your tail you decide to pull out a few of your old tricks. You pull the branch from a tree up and wrap it around the kids arm trapping him in the tree

“Um Mr. Rogers I’m down and out” he sighs.

“Two down one to go.” you focus on the captain who's now running through the street after you at superhuman speed. Lucky for you it had rained the day before on the street was full of puddles. Crouching down you turn the puddles to ice causing the captain to wipe out. Hard. Closing the doors of the van as It turns the corner you make your way back to your headquarters.

“They made me. Spider kid took my mask.” you whisper hoping Calvin doesn’t hear you

“He ain’t gonna be happy” he chastised.

“God you don’t think I already know that! At least we got the goods. He’s gonna be real happy about that!”

[fiesta-freddie]

What about Teddy Boy Lennon protecting you from some creeps in Hamburg?

I’ve got you-John Lennon x reader

A/n: So I’ve decided to do this in two parts (maybe 3) otherwise it would’ve been really long, and I don’t want y’all to have to suffer from reading my terrible writing for that long. So this is the first part, I hope you enjoy it! I’ll be posting the next part sometime this week. If you want I be tagged let me know! Feedback is always appreciated and requests are open

You were nervous and had no idea what to expect. After all, you had never really been outside of Liverpool all that much, let alone the country. However, there was a part of you that was excited. It would be a new experience for you, and you were wanting to explore and see new things. You wanted to have a change in scenery instead of looking the same buildings and towers and houses and people that were in Liverpool. Surely, Germany would be different.

“Love? Are you almost finished packing?” John asked. You were going with him and his band to Hamburg. They had been lucky enough to go over there in hopes of being discovered by someone to launch their career.

“Yeah, just give me a few more minutes then I’ll be done.” You finished packing you last few items them headed out to where John was.

He was in the kitchen brewing some tea for you both. How sweet you thought. He hadn’t noticed you come into the kitchen so you decided to make your presence known. You walked up behind him and wrapped your hands around his waist hugging him from behind, giving him a few light kisses on his shoulder before resting your chin there.

“There you are Y/N, I was just about to come and get you.” John turned around and embraced you in a tight, loving hug just like you had done with him. He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. You felt his warm breath against your face. He leaned down a bit further and pressed a sweet kiss against your lips, which you only smiled into. Once he pulled away you could feel that your cheeks had gotten warm “Your blushing love”

“Thanks to you and your charm Mr. Lennon”

John chuckled as he turned around to grab a cup “Tea?” He asked you. You nodded sweetly and thanked him.

“So Y/N, be honest with me. How do you feel about coming to Hamburg with us?” John asked you as he leaned up against the kitchen counter. You were at a loss for words, you didn’t know what to say. Of course you were happy to be going with him, but the other part of you didn’t know what to think. This could be the trip that launched his band's career and you wanted to be there in support of that. You were nervous about the whole thing. Obviously you didn’t want to hurt Johns feelings because he had been talking about this for weeks, every time it came up he would seem to get a little more energetic. But on the other hand you didn’t want to lie to your boyfriend, and you knew you would only feel guilty if he found out you weren’t enjoying yourself.

“Well,” you hesitated before continuing, making sure you thought of every word you wanted to say before you spoke it, “I don’t know. I mean, it’s just.” You took a deep breath before continuing on to help calm your nerves “I’m really happy for you darling, and I want this to go well. This trip to Hamburg could change your life. But I guess part of me is just scared”

John stared at you in confusion for a second before he spoke “I’m not quite sure I know what you mean, love. Scared?”

“Well the thing is I’ve never really traveled much out of Liverpool. And I guess traveling out of the country is just something I’m scared about. It’s gonna be different, the people will be different, maybe they aren’t as friendly, what if we get mugged, or separated for some reason, what if I can’t-“

John cut you off before you could say anymore. “Y/N, I promise you nothing will happen to you, to me or to us. I love you and I will protect you and stay by your side the entire time. Okay? There’s no need to worry.”

Looking up at John you scanned his eyes. They were big and filled with kindness and you knew he was being sincere by the time of his voice. You took a deep breath and rested the side of your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you in a tight, protecting manner. “Okay.” You responded as you smiled and thought about John's words. Maybe your were just overthinking things, maybe you didn’t need to worry, maybe everything would be fine after all because John had promised you so.

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The next day you were awoken by the loud sound of an alarm going off. “John, turn that bloody thing off before I break it!” No response.

“John turn off the alarm dammit, it's getting annoying!” This time you got a tired moan from him. “Jesus Y/N, why don’t you do it?”

“Because, your closer you swine!”

He didn’t respond to this. Instead he grabbed another pillow and placed it on top of his head so that way it was sandwiched between two pillows and blocked out some of the noise.

Getting annoyed you got up from your side of the bed and walked over to the beeping alarm clock that was on the desk. Once you reached it you hit the snooze button with such a force you were surprised it didn’t break. You let your eyes adjust for a few seconds before reading the time on the alarm clock. 6:53

Your eyes widened as you realized what time it was and you quickly woke up John who was still trying to sleep. “Fuck! John, get up now! We have to be at the airport by 7:30!” He didn’t move, probably due to the fact he couldn’t hear you. Rushing over to him, you quickly removed the pillow from the top of his head and repeated yourself once more “John get up! It’s almost 7:00 and if we want to catch our flight we need to hurry up!”

John quickly jumped out from the bed and checked the alarm for himself. “God, your right! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!”

“Well if you didn’t have a pillow over your stupid head you would’ve heard me the first time! But noooo you just had to be stubborn, didn't you?”

“Okay okay okay, were wasting time. We can argue about this later.”

You spent the next 20 minutes rushing around the house trying to get ready and pack any last minute things. You didn’t have anytime to eat breakfast because you barely had enough time to make yourself look decent and not look like you just rolled out of bed.

John had finished 10 minutes before you and was loading your bags into a taxi outside your apartment. When you had finally come down he was waiting at the front of the building for you “Finally, I thought you were going to be up there forever.”

“Ha ha Lennon. Just get into the car so we can go already.” He opened your door for you and you got inside. After he shut it he quickly ran around to his side and got in. As soon as he shut his door the taxi driver started to move the car.

You had made it to the airport in less than 10 minutes thanks to light traffic and an easy commute. Once you arrived you got out and thanked the driver then grabbed your bags from the back. You and John then quickly rushed inside of the airport and ran down to where you needed to be.

You had made it just in time. Once you arrived the young woman working at the ticket check had announced your flight would be boarding in five minutes. You and John sat down to catch your breath.

While you waited you looked around the almost empty airport. You could see people walking to different terminals, most of which looked like businessmen or tired young tourists. In the corner of your eye you saw a group of people walking towards you. Your turned your head to see who it was and stood up immediately to give them a hug when you recognized them.

“Paul, it’s so nice to see you!”

“You too Y/N !”

Only a few steps behind him were the last few members of the band. “George. Pete. Stuart. It’s so wonderful to see you all!” You said as you gave each of them a hug.

You hadn't noticed that John had come up behind you until you heard him speak. “Lads! How are you? Glad you made it, and just in time too. We were almost late ourselves.”

“Yeah, it was a struggle to wake up this morning. God I’m still tired after 3 bloody cups of coffee!” Paul said.

“I hear what you guys are saying, I’m not much of a morning person myself.” George said. Stuart and Pete has only nodded in agreement to what Paul and George said, probably because they were still trying to wake up themselves. You could still see they all had heavy bags under their eyes. But you couldn’t judge because you knew that you did as well.

“Well we would’ve been here earlier if someone had gotten up when the alarm went off.” You said sarcastically as you looked over to John. He looked back at you with a grin on his face. “It’s not my fault Y/N,” John said pretending to take offense, “maybe if the alarm didn’t make such a loud and evil noise it would be easier to wake up to.”

“Uh huh, it’s impossible to get you up in the mornings anyways Lennon.”

“And it’s impossible to get you to stop screaming my name at night, Y/N.” John said with a wink. The boys laughed at this as you rolled your eyes at the comment.

“Flight 251 for Hamburg is boarding now, flight 251 for Hamburg.” You heard the young woman say over the loudspeaker

“Well, I guess it’s off to Hamburg we are then!” Paul said with a loud excited voice. The rest of the boys, including you, had cheered in response to Paul’s statement.

Once you boarded the plane and were sitting comfortably in your seat, you grabbed John's hand and smiled at him sweetly. “Ready love?” John asked you. You nodded in response, then you rested you head on his shoulder and closed your eyes to try and get more sleep before the flight landed. Over and over in your head you kept telling yourself everything is going to be okay, I have nothing to worry about until you were softly sleeping.

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~When Love & Hate Collide -- Ch.2~

A/N: Sorry I’m getting this up so late ((it’s like 12am where I live)). I battled a hellacious all day, so it took me a while to finish the last little bit and get proofing done...so sorry if it sucks. Hope y’all enjoy though! If you would like a tag, just let me know!

Pairings: Iwan Rheon!Mick Mars x OC ((Faceclaim - Alison Mosshart))

Rating: Mature/18+

Chapter Warnings: Drug use, drinking, swearing, smoking.

Word Count: 5,147

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An hour or so later Roxxy was walking down the streets of West Hollywood, searching for the address that had been written on her arm by Tommy. Not having had much luck discussing just exactly how she planned to pay for her car...The man finally agreeing not to charge her for the Tow, but still adamant they needed at the very least, a minimum of $150 dollar down payment before they would be able give the engine a thorough look over. Not exactly sure how much damage the blown gasket had done just yet, but Roxxy hoped it wasn’t extensive. The last thing she could afford right now was to be replacing the engine in her car.

With a sigh, Roxxy sparked up a cigarette and continued walking. Trying to shove all the shit from last 24 hrs out of her mind as she exhaled a cloud of smoke slowly. She was in a new place after all -- she had been to West Hollywood one other time -- and not too mention that she had been invited to a party at Mötley Crüe’s apartment. The last thing she should have been doing was throwing herself an internal pity party. Maybe this was the fresh start she had been searching for? Would probably help if she wasn’t fucking lost though.

Taking another long pull from her cigarette, Roxxy paused to glance around, spotting a liquor store across the street and deciding that was as good as any place to start; finishing her smoke as she crossed the road. After all, it would be rude to show up to a party without bringing booze, right? Not that she was made of money right now, but she had managed to scrounge up a few extra dollars out of her Chevelle before leaving the garage.

“That gonna be it for you?” The clerk asked as Roxxy set a fifth of Old Crow on the counter, giving him a nod as he scanned it. The price ringing up as $6.99. Roxxy taking a moment to dig around in her pockets and count out the extra change before passing it over.

“Actually,” Roxxy spoke up as the man bagged the bottle of booze, pausing as she spoke and he looked up at her. “Do you know where this is?” She added as she pulled up her left sleeve to reveal the address written on her arm, just above the Ankh and Lotus Flower tattoo on her on wrist.

“Shit yeah! That’s Crüe’s place.” The man replied in an excited tone. “Only about three more blocks up the street from here. The complex it just right up from the Whiskey a Go Go, you can’t miss it. Trust me” He added with a chuckle. Roxxy giving him a smile as she grabbed the paper sack off the counter.

“Thanks.” She replied, giving the man a small salute of appreciation before pushing the door open and stepping out of the store; heading up the street. The people loud, and the music blaring even louder as she grew closer. The man definitely wasn’t joking when he said you couldn’t miss it. There was enough people packing the place that Roxxy was amazed to see the building even standing at all.

“Holy shit…” She muttered as she started her ascent up the steps to the door with the correct number on it -- narrowly avoiding getting puked on in the process. She vaguely remembered Tommy telling her something about having to climb through a window; noting why as she saw the door nailed shut. A small sigh leaving her lips as she shoved her way through the throng of people gathered on the walkway, to get to the window. Shoving her guitar and backpack through first before ducking through herself. A string of profanities tumbling from her lips as someone bumped into her, hard, causing her to tumble through the window in a very uncoordinated fashion.

“Ow…” Roxxy sputtered out a whine from her spot on the floor. The fall knocking the air from her lungs momentarily -- landing on her guitar case -- and causing a sharp pain to spasm through her back as she laid there for a minute, before pushing herself back onto her feet. A round of drunken cheers filling the room, causing her to turn bright red out of embarrassment.

“Shit…” Mick muttered from across the room as Vince sauntered up beside him, holding his hand out while Mick reached for his wallet, and begrudgingly handing over the hundred dollars he had just lost to the lead singer. Having truly thought that this chick wouldn’t show.

“Aw, c’mon old man, there’s worse things to lose a bet over.” Vince chuckled as he patted Mick’s shoulder, withdrawing his hand quickly as Mick turned; leveling him with a glare.

”If looks could kill.” Nikki teased with a chuckle as he passed by the two and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Whatever.” Mick griped as he turned around to find a seat on one of the empty couches. Telling himself that the only reason she showed up was because Tommy had invited her...Sure, she had seemed like a cool enough chick at the bar, but that didn’t mean anything. Mick had experienced it plenty of times before. Getting talked up by groupies just so they would have an ‘in’ to fuck one of the other band members. Therefore, he assumed that this Roxxy chick would be no different.

“You made it!” Tommy exclaimed excitedly as he rushed Roxxy, scooping her up off the ground into a hug and nearly crushing her; obviously drunk.

“Uh, yeah.” Roxxy winced with a chuckle, awkwardly patting him on the back before he finally set her down; helping her find a place to stick her guitar and bag, for the time being where they would be left alone.

“Welcome to the Casa del Crüe!” Tommy added with a dorky grin as he showed her into the open kitchen area. “You want a beer or something?”

“Nah, I’m set.” Roxxy chuckled as she pulled out the bottle of Old Crow, discarding the paper bag into the trash before cracking it open. Tommy giving her a somewhat horrified expression as she took a swig straight from the bottle; her own expression remaining neutral as the amber colored whiskey burned a path to her stomach. Knowing good and well she would fully regret this come morning.

“That is some hardcore shit!” Tommy finally laughed, earning a smirk from Roxxy who simply shrugged as they walked back around the corner into the living room; Roxxy hopping up onto the counter. Taking another sip of whiskey as she looked around the apartment.

“You guys do this every weekend?” Roxxy chuckled, talking over the music, glancing down at Tommy who had leaned up against the counter beside her, giving a, ‘Fuck yeah!’ in response as Roxxy shook her head. Snatching a pack of smokes off the counter and lighting one. “Shit, back home in Seattle, we got evicted twice for doing this shit.” Roxxy added as she took a drag.

“No way?!” Tommy laughed as Roxxy nodded and exhaled a cloud of smoke before taking another swig of her whiskey.

“Lets just say, we were everyone's least favorite neighbors.” She laughed in response, taking another drag as she allowed her gaze to drift around the room; green eyes settling on Mick. Who sat alone on one of the couches in the far corner. “He always so dark and broody?” Roxxy asked curiously through her exhale; smoke tailing out as she spoke. Tommy turned his attention to look up at her with an eyebrow quirked.

“Mick?” He questioned.

“Yeah...I mean, I saw a couple shows with a friend a few months back...I just always assumed it was a guise of sorts.” Roxxy gave an honest shrug as Tommy responded with a, “Nah.”  

“Mick’s always like that.” Tommy added with chuckle, taking the bottle of whiskey Roxxy offered him and taking a small pull from the it. Cringing at the taste, which earned him an amused grin from Roxxy.

“Yeah, well...if I had to put up with you lot 24/7, I’d probably be pretty moody too.” Roxxy said jokingly as she stuck her cigarette between her lips and hopped down off the counter. Tommy pretending to be offended as she snatched the bottle of whiskey back before sauntering off on her own for a little bit; eventually ending up over near Mick. Not really interested in keg stands or watching teenagers all but practically fuck each other, out in the open.

“Mind if I sit?” Roxxy asked as she gestured to the empty spot next to him. Mick glancing up at her from behind his sunglasses, giving a casual nod. Shifting over slightly as Roxxy sat down beside him.

“Shit’ll probably kill you.” He stated flatly with a nod at the bottle of Old Crow in her hand, though Roxxy could see the slight smirk that tugged at the edges of his mouth as he took a swig from the bottle of Vodka in his own hand.

“Not fast enough, unfortunately.” Roxxy quipped with a soft chuckle as she took one final drag from the cigarette she held, before dropping the butt into a discarded beer bottle on the coffee table. Glancing at Mick out of the corner of her eye as she sat back, fining him staring; glasses removed.

“Aren’t we are sardonic one.” He snickered, arching a brow at her as he turned in his seat to rest an arm over the back of the couch.

“I’m a radiant ball of fucking Sunshine, thank you very much.” Roxxy countered, sticking her tongue out at him before taking another sip of her whiskey. Savoring in the warmth of the buzz that was slowly starting to settle over her.

“I can see that.” Mick replied in a sarcastic tone. Things falling silent between them for a few minutes before he asked, “So...who taught you how to play guitar?”  

“I did.” Roxxy shrugged as she turned her attention to picking at the label on the whiskey bottle. “I found my Dad’s old guitar when I was about eleven...was a bit hard to get the hang of at first.” She added, holding up her left hand and wiggling her fingers.

“You taught yourself to play a right handed guitar, upside down?” Mick questioned. His expression bordering on impressed as he watched Roxxy nod; tilting her head as she look over at him. “How come you still play the same guitar? Why not save up for another?”

“Sentimental value, I guess.” Roxxy shrugged. “My Dad died when I was five...I don’t remember a lot about him. But I do remember how he used to play that very same guitar for me, every night before bed, and how he’d promise to teach me someday…” She trailed off, taking another sip of her whiskey as Mick cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean too--”

“Don’t worry about it.” Roxxy cut him off with a wave of her hand, flashing him a reassuring smile. “Just one of many chapters in the sad saga that is my life.” She chuckled.

“Well, that’s a pretty damn good reason to keep it; the guitar.” Mick nodded. “More important question?” He added, Roxxy tilting her head to the side out of curiosity. Trying to stave off the smirk that tugged at her lips as he continued. “Who’s your favorite band...And I swear to God, if you say KISS; I will disown your existence for eternity.”

Roxxy let out a laugh in response as she shook her head. “Don’t worry.” She said, leaning forward to set her bottle of whiskey down before shrugging her leather jacket off to reveal the four ‘ZoSo’ symbols -- from Zeps fourth album -- tattooed down the back of her left tricep. “It’s Zeppelin.”

“Thank. Fucking. God.” Mick sighed as he leaned back against the couch. “Finally, someone who has some Goddamn taste in music.” ~

The hours passed by in a blur. A blur filled with copious amounts of alcohol as Roxxy ended up being conned into some stupid drinking game that Tommy and Nikki came up with. Much to her protesting and complaints about them interrupting the very important conversation about guitars and amps, that she had been having with Mick...the situation only spiraling from there into a shitshow of unnecessarily wild, shenanigans. There literally being no line or boundaries that the Crüe boys weren’t willing to barrel through at warp speed, if it looked like a good time.

And it had been a good time...Up until somewhere around 3am, when Roxxy’s night went completely blank, right after that fifth shot of Tequila and that third rail of Cocaine...it being a hundred and ten percent over for her as she hit the nearest couch; face down.

Leaving her to wake up sometime early the following afternoon, as she collided face first with the floor. Letting out an agonized groan as she brought her hands up to clutch the top her head, that felt like it was about to explode into a million pieces with every ‘thud’ of the headache that raged inside her skull.

“Oh good. You’re not dead.” The voice belonged to Mick. Roxxy’s head shooting up off the floor with one eye cracked open as she glanced around, Mick staring at her with a small smirk from his seat at the table near the kitchen; blue gaze hidden once more by a pair of black aviators.

“You sure about that?” Roxxy whined as she placed her head back down on the floor; squeezing her eyes closed. “‘Cause this feels like it might be hell…”

“Ouch.” Mick gave a soft chuckle, followed by him getting up and rifling around through their mess of a kitchen, before the sound of his boots thudding across the floor was suddenly passing by her head. Roxxy cracking open an eye to find him sitting on the couch, coffee in hand as he extended it out for her to take. Which she gladly did after managing to roll over and sit up. Groaning as her head gave another sharp throb that made the whole room tilt and briefly go out of focus; forcing her to squeeze her eyes shut for a moment.

“I am too fucking old for this hangover bullshit.” Roxxy groaned into her knees as she clutched her cup of coffee tightly. Looking up to glare at Mick as he snorted. “What?”

“You don’t know old.” Mick sneered with a slight glare of his own from behind his aviators, as he stretched out his legs. Shifting around on the couch as he searched for a position to help ease the continuous dull aching of his bones. His blue eyes following her as she pushed herself up to stand, with the support of a hand on the coffee table. Roxxy smirking lightly as she stretched, her left shoulder and back giving an audible pop as she reached her arms above her head. The cropped tank she wore pulling up a little farther with the movement.

“Yeah? And just how young do you think I am?” Roxxy retorted as she bent to snatch a random pair of sunglasses off the coffee table. Shoving them on her face with a relieved sigh before grabbing her coffee and taking a long sip. Cringing as the acidic liquid hit her empty stomach and a brief wave a nausea rolled over her.

Mick remained quiet for a moment as he studied her closely from behind his glasses. Eyes roaming slowly over every inch of her figure. Traveling up her denim clad legs and over the curves of her hips, to the exposed skin of her midriff; muscles toned, but not excessively. His eyes continuing to track up, thankful for the dark shades he wore as they lingered a little longer than necessary as they reached her breasts. The top of her cleavage exposed by a rip at the neckline of the shirt, where the collar had been cut away. Roxxy’s head tilting to the side as she patiently awaited his answer; exposing one side of her neck as Mick’s eyes continued up. Taking in every feature of her face.

From the sexy, natural pout of her full lips, and how they curved up softly into a sly grin, as she watched him studying her; to the beauty mark above the left side of her lip, and the silver ring pierced through the right side of her nose -- he hadn’t bothered to notice before. Mick’s little tour over her body, finally coming to an end as his blue eyes met her own, emerald gaze, that peeked over the top of the sunglasses Roxxy had slid down her nose slightly while watching him.

“Can’t be older than 19...20, at the most.” Mick stated, finally breaking the silence between them. A frown tugging down the corners of his own lips as Roxxy let out a laugh, clearly amused by his answer; wincing as the action made her head hurt.

“You’re hilarious.” Roxxy quipped in return before taking a sip of her coffee before sitting down on the opposite side of the couch. Pushing the sunglasses on her face back into place as she grabbed a pack of smokes off the coffee table and shoved one between her lips. Lighting up and taking a long drag as she settled back against the worn out couch. Mick staring at her with a skeptical look, watching the smoke trail past her lips and through her nose as she exhaled and turned to him. “I was that young about…” Roxxy trailed off as she made the calculations in her head. “9-10 years ago?” Mick nearly choked on his own coffee.

“There’s no fucking way--”

“What’s there no fucking way of?” Tommy suddenly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere which startled Roxxy, causing her to choke on the most recent inhale of smoke from her cigarette. Leading to an unnecessary coughing fit on her behalf as she struggled to catch a breath.

“She’s trying to convince me she’s old.” Mick stated. Roxxy rolling her eyes as she continued to cough; digging around in her back pocket for her wallet which she yanked out and tossed, open, onto the coffee table. Tommy scrambling to grab it first, snatching it out of Mick’s hand before he could get a look; glaring at the drummer.

“Holy shit!” Tommy started laughing as he stared at her I.D. Roxxy cringing as she took another sip of her coffee; coughing fit finally under control.

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Mick now stood on the opposite side of the table beside Tommy who showed him the picture, both completely ignoring her date of birth. A smirk creeping onto his lips as he studied it closely before looking up at her.

“Yeah, yeah. I used to be blonde. It’s fucking hilarious...I know.” Roxxy stated sarcastically with a wave before taking a final drag and stubbing out the last of her cigarette in an ashtray as she stood and attempted to reach over the table and snatch her wallet back. Tommy quick to hold it out of her reach, using her lack of height to his advantage. “Seriously?” Roxxy sighed as she shoved the sunglasses back into her hair as she glared up at Tommy.

“NIKKI!” Tommy yelled as he took off quickly for the bedrooms down the hall, wallet held above his head like a flag as he laughed hysterically. Roxxy quick to clear the coffee table and dart past Mick. Managing to tackle Tommy by the legs, just short of the bedroom door. Struggling to climb on top of him and hold him down so she could grab the wallet. Failing miserably as Tommy managed to get the upper hand; flipping them as he sat on her. Throwing the wallet at the first door that opened, nearly hitting a still half dead Vince in the face.

“What are we, fucking five years old?!” Roxxy growled angrily as she tried to squirm out from underneath Tommy -- ‘Boy might be a bean pole, but Jesus Christ was he strong.’ -- Vince suddenly laughing and tossing the wallet over to Nikki who had appeared to see what all the commotion was. The laughter escalating as Roxxy finally managed to free an arm, aiming her elbow blindly for whatever she could managed to reach; resulting in a crotch shot. Tommy crumpling to the floor as Roxxy shot up and snatched the wallet out of Nikki’s hands.

“Y’all are fucking dicks.” Roxxy sneered as she stomped back over to the couch and flopped down with a huff. But not before grabbing the half drank bottle of Tequila from the night before and taking a pull.

“Oooh, Shorty's got a temper.” Vince teased, thankful for the safe distance between them as she stared at him. Deadpan expression on her face as she took another swig from the bottle in her hand. Mick chuckling quietly as he returned to his own seat.

“Can we keep her?” Tommy’s voice sounded from the hall, where he still resided on the floor. The rest of the guys chuckling as Roxxy rolled her eyes in annoyance, pulling her sunglasses back over her eyes before she crossed her arms.

“Seriously though…” Nikki chuckled as he rubbed his forehead. “Why all the yelling?”

“She’s trying to tell me she’s fuckin’ old.” Mick said with a nod towards Roxxy. Both Nikki and Vince staring at her for a moment before giving a collective ‘Naaaaw’.

“No way you’re older than us.” Nikki gestured between himself and Vince. Roxxy smirking as she realized no one had actually bothered to do the math on her age...To distracted by the fact that her hair used to be a very poorly, bleached mess of blonde.

“Guess you should’ve looked a little closer at that I.D.”  Roxxy stated, a sly grin curving her lips upward as she stood and unburied her backpack from the corner it had been shoved into last night. Rifling through it for a set of clean clothes as the guys exchanged a round of glances.

“You can’t be that old.” Vince stated, with a look of disbelief.

“Old enough.” Roxxy gave a shrug as she turned on her heel, heading to the bathroom for a much needed shower and wardrobe change. Leaving the guys to argue amongst themselves about her age. Returning about ten minutes later to find them still arguing as she shoved her dirty clothes back into her bag and zipped it up; tossing it back into the corner. Dislodging a tape from the outer pocket as it hit the floor. Tommy picking it up to hand it back to her as she tied her dark hair up into a ponytail.

“Mixtape?” He questioned with a confused look as he stared at the songs listed on the front of the case; some he recognized, some he didn’t.

“Garbage, is what that is…” Roxxy cringed, not bothering to take it from him as she pulled on her leather jacket. Tommy still staring at her with a confused expression as she let out a sigh. “It was my band’s Demo tape.”

“Doesn’t sound like something you’d wanna lose?” Nikki offered, taking the case from Tommy as he examined it.

“Honestly, you could light it on fire at this point...I could care less.” Roxxy shrugged. “As far as I’m concerned? They’re all dead to me.” She added as she put the sunglasses back on her face and took another hit from the bottle of Tequila on the table. “Do you mind if I leave my shit here for now? I gotta go check on my car.”

“Nah, it’s cool.” Nikki assured her as she started for the window.

“Want a ride?” Mick offered. Roxxy pausing to glance up at him, one leg already through the window as she gave him smile.

“I think I’ll walk...sweat off the hangover. Thanks for the offer though.” She chuckled in reply, before slipping the rest of the way out the window and disappearing. Mick listening to her footsteps as they faded down the stairs outside. ~

“Are you really sure there’s nothing you can do...To help me out?” Roxxy tried her best to flirt with the lead mechanic of the garage, where she had left her car the evening before. Hoping somehow he would cave and at least diagnose how bad the blown gasket was. Shit, she was literally just short of offering to blow the man for a freebie; but he refused to budge. Roxxy cursing inwardly, wishing she had gotten to deal with the Tow Truck driver from last night.

“Sorry Ma’am...but without a down payment, I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do.” The man shook his head firmly. Roxxy letting out a sigh as she rubbed at her temples, her headache slowly making its return.

“You can’t even tow it back to where I’m staying?” She questioned, the man shaking his head again in reply as he handed her the keys back. Trying to give her his best apologetic look before returning to work. Leaving Roxxy to stand there beside her car, staring at it as she tried to figure out how the hell she was going to get it back to the Crüe’s apartment. Not wanting to leave it behind, lest it get towed to an impound lot for taking up space. “Fuck!” She yelled with a kick to the rear tire, the shock from the force of it sending a sharp bolt of pain up her shin. Roxxy hobbling over to unlock the door and shift the damn thing into neutral. Mumbling under her breath as she began rolling the car down the street.

By sheer stubbornness and will power, she managed to push the stupid piece of shit all the way up a hill and back to the apartment. All but collapsing against the side of the car after shifting it back into park and setting the E-Brake. Simultaneously thankful, and dreading, that she had picked shorts and a gray tank top to wear; having ditched her leather jacket on the front seat about two miles ago, to avoid giving herself heat stroke...But cringing at the mere thought of how sunburned she would likely be later because of this.

“Holy shit! Dude! Did you push that thing here by yourself?!” Tommy exclaimed as he ran down the stairs. Having spotting Roxxy leaning against the car as he came outside for a smoke. “Christ, why didn’t you call? It’s hot as fucking balls out here!” He added. Roxxy glancing up with an irritated -- but perplexed -- look on her face.

“Yeah, sure...Let me just, magically pull your phone number out of my ass.” Roxxy stated in a flat tone as she stole the cigarette he’d just lit. “Fuckin’ drummer.” She muttered, shoving him aside and starting up the steps into the apartment, all but falling through the window. Not even bothering to get up off the floor as the rest of the guys looked down at her curiously while she finished her cigarette; having landed in front of a fan.

“Uh, you good?” Nikki chuckled from his spot on the couch where he was tuning his bass. Roxxy giving a vague gesture with her hand in reply as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. Nikki arching an eyebrow in question as Tommy came in through the window and stepped over her.

“She pushed her car here...By herself.” Tommy shrugged.

“Jesus.”

“Pfft.” Roxxy huffed as she rolled over and got to her feet. “It was only like…” She paused to count with her fingers, trying to figure out how many miles she’d walked, before giving up and waving it off, reaching out to grab the nearest glass that looked like water; chugging it without a second thought.

“That wasn’t water.” Mick stated, not even glancing up from tuning his guitar as Roxxy stared into the now empty Vodka glass, a look of disappointment on her face as she replied with, “I’m aware.” Flopping down on the couch in between Mick and Nikki with a sigh; glass still in hand. The guys stopping to stare at her for a moment. Mick replacing the empty glass with the bottle of Vodka, earning a half grin from Roxxy as she pushed her sunglasses back into her hair.

“You look like you’re havin’ a really shit day.” Vince commented as he leaned up against the counter near the kitchen.

“I’m a thousand miles from home, with a broke down car, no place to stay, and zero dollars to my name... Yeah. I guess you could call it a shit day.” Roxxy retorted with a frown as she took a pull from the bottle in her hand. A sigh leaving her lips as her fingers reached up to rub across her forehead. Trying to ease the dull ache that resided there.

“So?” Nikki shrugged. “Stay here.” He added. Tommy jumping in before Roxxy even had a chance to process and potentially decline the offer.

“Yeah, man! You’d have a wicked awesome time hangin’ with us!” Tommy stated excitedly. “It’d be like a new start! Fuck those other losers!”

Roxxy gave a chuckle at Tommy’s enthusiasm. Shaking her head as she said, “While that’s a nice offer, I don’t know...I don’t wanna impose--”

“We’re four, perpetually drunk, degenerates...we impose enough on our own. You’ll be fine.” Mick assured with half a smirk as he grabbed the bottle of Vodka and took his own pull before offering back to Roxxy. “Not too mention; having another person with a brain around this joint, would be kinda nice.”

“Yeah-- Wait, what?” Tommy had started to bring his hand up for a high five but stopped, a mildly confused look on his face. Clearly not catching onto the insult from Mick. Roxxy nearly snorting her own drink of Vodka through her nose. Seeing Tommy confused, was like watching a puppy after ‘fake’ throwing a ball.

“I mean, if you guys are cool with it--”

“We’re cool with it.” The guys chorused.

The answer caused a smile to tug at the edges of Roxxy’s mouth. Touched by the fact that four complete strangers -- in a sense -- were offering her a place to stay, even though they knew very little about her...It was certainly more than her own so called friends or family had ever done for her in the past; that was for sure.  

“Alright.” Roxxy relented. She didn’t really any other options that point, and with no money, no job, and a broke down car; no way to return back to Washington. Home being the last place she wanted to be right now...After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

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It’s Complicated/Uncomplicated - Part 2/2

Requested fic by @ineedskyecrandall (if you have any fic ideas or requests you’d like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: My Two First Loves, (after) Chapter 38

Pairing: Ava Lawrence x MC (Emma Price)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G, none

Word count: 4,152 (she’s a long one)

A/N: Continuation of Part 1! Ava and MC go on their first date. QUESTION: do you guys prefer shorter or longer fics? Pls lmk. Also I’m pretty sure I chipped my nail polish while writing this so I hope y’all enjoy 😂

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I woke up to a text from Ava.

'Rise and shine, you sleepy sloth! I hope you had a good night, here's something to brighten your morning! Xoxo'

She attached a cute cat gif stretching its paws and yawning as it wakes up from it's sleep.

I shot her back a quick reply. 'Morning, babe! Thanks for the adorable cat gif, I can't wait to see your gorgeous face later today <3'.

I may have just woken up but I just knew that today was gonna be an amazing day.

The hours leading up to my date with Ava was a blur. I was wrecked with excitement and anticipation. Mackenzie noticed me on edge and I explained my dilemma to her. She didn't seem that surprised when I came out to her as bi and told her I had a date with Ava.

She just rolled her eyes and said, 'Finally!'.

Two hours before our date, I begged Mack to help me find the perfect outfit. I paced up and down my room, trying on my entire wardrobe and still not being able to settle on anything.

"Oh my god, Em, calm down!" Mack exclaimed in frustration. "It's just Ava! She's seen you at your absolute trash bottom!"

"I know! But it's different!" I defended. "It's like an actual date this time, y'know?"

"You went out for dates with Noah and Mason recently and you weren't walking up and down your room like an agitated child that just shat their pants and is too afraid to tell their parents." She squinted at me. "You like her a lot more than the both of them, don't you?"

"I- what? Mack, no. I mean, I'm not sure. I haven't figured it out yet."

She sighed and stared at me dead in the eyes. "Look, I know you like both boys but I think even you have noticed that you're more drawn to Ava. Shit, you just told me an hour or so ago that you liked her and I can already tell just by looking at you now." She waited for me to process her words before speaking again. "You aren't gonna destroy Mason's or Noah's life if you chose to be with Ava. They're big boys, they can handle the rejection."

Her words struck a chord in me. I have noticed that ever since Ava kissed me I haven't been able to think about either Mason or Noah. When I kissed both of them, I was constantly worrying about the other but with Ava, it was only her that occupied my mind.

I looked away then back at my sister. "I... I think you're right. But I'm just gonna have this date with her before I come to a conclusion."

She waved her hand at me. "Yeah yeah, you do that, but I bet you fifty that you'll agree with me."

"No way am I agreeing to that bet," I scoffed.

"And why not?"

"...'Cuz I'm pretty sure I'll lose."

~•~•~

After over an hour, I finally decided on a cute outfit and waited for Ava in my living room. I was fidgeting with my fingers while Mack made fun of me, teasing me about how nervous I was but I couldn't even focus because it was true; I was mortified.

Ding Dong!

"Ahh!" I shouted in surprise.

My sister just laughed at me and moved to answer the door. "Chill, your girlfriend's here."

"She's not my girl-" I started but stopped mid-sentence when I saw her walk into our hallway.

She may have not been my girlfriend just yet but god, I wish she were.

"Ava," I whispered, speechless. "H-hey!"

"Hey yourself, babe!" She came up to me and wrapped me in a hug. The pet name caused a rush of heat to my cheeks which I was sure she felt when she kissed it. We've always called each other by pet names, 'baby', 'babe', 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'jerk' or 'weirdo' even but this time, it felt different. Different in a good way.

She pulled back slightly as her eyes traveled up and down my figure. Her gaze set my body on fire. "You look amazing!" she complimented. "You're so pretty."

I blushed. "Thanks." I gave her a once over and felt my breath hitch. "You look really hot," I blurted out without thinking and immediately slapped my palm against my mouth.

She burst out laughing, the sound filling me with delight despite my embarrassment. "Thank you, Em." She lifted an arm and it was only then that I noticed that she was holding a bouquet of flowers. "Um, these are for you."

She knew I loved flowers. I accepted it, starting to get a little teary eyed. This was ridiculous! We haven't even stepped out of the house and I was already overwhelmed with emotions. It was a gorgeous bunch of yellow roses with red petal tips. I immediately recognised the meaning behind the colour and the tears started to trickle down my face.

"Ava," I lunged at her, wrapped my arms around her neck and burying my face in the crook of it. "You seriously didn't have to."

"But I wanted to, I wanted to do this right," she laughed and hugged me back.

This moment would've been perfect if it weren't for Mackenzie clearing her throat from the living room couch.

"Okayyyy, I guess this is my cue to leave," she awkwardly excused herself and made her way upstairs. "Bye, lovebirds! Stay safe! Don't do anything stupid and don't forget to practice safe se-!"

"Mack!" I exclaimed, cutting her off but hurling a pillow from the couch at her.

My face was flushed with heat once again from Mack's comment but Ava just let out a good-natured laugh, obviously finding the whole ordeal amusing.

"C'mon, Em. Let's go," she said.

I excused myself to place the bouquet into a vase before walking to her sedan. She opened the door of the passenger seat for me before closing it and entering the driver's side. This girl was too sweet, I swear she'd be the death of me.

She started the engine and started driving away from my house.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"And why should I tell you?" she teased.

"Uh, because I'm in your car and I don't know where you're taking me? That's basically kidnapping!"

"It's not if you entered on your own free will!" she giggled and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. Her laugh was contagious and it made my heart flutter.

I didn't have to wait long to find out our destination. It was a small, quaint ice cream parlour. The same ice cream parlour we went to on our first hang out together. We hadn't been back here since and the sight of the shop made me nostalgic.

We entered the shop and it was just as I remembered. It was quite and calm. A much different ambience from the outside world. We walked up to the display freezer and stared at all the different options.

Ava turned to me. "Okay, so here's how we make things interesting, we order a random ice cream we haven't tried before, no trying the flavours beforehand."

I gave her a look. Leave it to Ava to find a way to spice things up. One thing I can say for sure was that my life would definitely be boring without her.

"So, what would you like?"

"Um, I'm not sure." One particular ice cream stood out to me though I wasn't sure it'd be my cup of tea. "I kinda want to try the Maple Bacon Ice Cream but I don't know if I'll like it."

"First of all, that's the whole point of this! We won't know, it's a game of luck. Second of all, you haven't tried Maple Bacon before?" she asked incredulously.

"And you have?"

"Of course! Who hasn't?"

"Ava, that's not a regular ice cream flavour, weirdo."

"It is in my house...," she muttered as she pouted, eyebrows furrowing. I couldn't help but giggle at how cute she was being. "What if we share it? Since you're too chicken to actually get a whole scoop for yourself."

"Hey! That's not true!" I protested but she was right on some regards. I didn't want to waste it if I didn't like it. "But since you insisted, sure, I guess."

"Don't pretend you're not relieved that I offered to share," she smiled teasingly at me.

After much persuasion, I finally let Ava pay for the ice cream and we found an empty booth in the corner. It was far away and secluded enough from the other patrons to give us some privacy.

We sat across from each other with the cup of ice cream in between us. I noticed that they only gave us one spoon. We've shared food and cutlery before but this time, it made me nervous.

"They only gave us one spoon," I pointed out.

"So?" Ava questioned. "We've shared before, here!"

She scooped up some ice cream and brought it up to my lips. I looked at her and cautiously leaned forward to let her feed me. I saw her gulp as I accepted the ice cream.

She shook herself out of her daze and asked, "How is it?"

I licked my lips and gave her a smile. "It's actually really good!"

"See? You should listen to me more often," she bragged.

"Yeah, yeah, now let me feed you instead, it's only fair."

We continued to feed each other, giggling and laughing every time we smudged ice cream against the other's cheek. At first I did it by accident but Ava wasn't having it so she did it back to me on purpose.

We were attacking each other with ice cream, almost screaming at one point and only stopped when we noticed the ice cream server glaring at us.

We quiet down, trying to hold in our giggles and I couldn't help but get distracted by Ava. I saw her mouth moving, saying something but I wasn't listening. Last night was the first time I really got to look at her but right now, in the daylight, I could see every detail of her face that I missed under the dim streetlight. And now that I know my feeling weren't entirely platonic, I could properly appreciate them.

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows, her almond eyes that were a beautiful shade of chestnut brown, accentuated by her eyeliner and mascara and her soft lips that were painted in a darker shade of red today, perfectly complimenting her features. Her gorgeous hair, her high cheekbones, her strong jaw, her freckles. God, her freckles. They scattered all over her cheeks and nose making her look absolutely adorable. All these combined together to make the absolute masterpiece that was Ava.

I've always liked her freckles. I liked how prominent they were in the summer and I knew sometimes she was insecure about how obvious they were but I've always thought that that was ridiculous. If anything I thought it made her look extremely pretty. Not that she isn't without them but there was something about them that caught my attention.

I was broken out of my reverie when I say Ava waving a hand in front of my eyes.

"Hellooo? Earth to Emma?" she said, laughing. "You completely blanked out, what are you thinking about?"

"About you," I replied without a second thought.

I saw her looking a bit flustered and blush a little but she countered back. "Oh? And what about me?"

"I was just thinking about how stunning you look," I admitted.

She bit her lip. "We've known each other for years, you know how I look like, dork."

"Yeah, but I've never gotten a chance to properly look at you and appreciate your face. You're so breath-taking."

I moved to slowly cup her face in my hands and I felt the warmth from her cheeks. I saw her let out a shaky breath and close her eyes for a while before looking back at me. My own heart was doing flips. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, you flirt," she joked.

We talked as we finished up our ice cream. Well, I ate most of eat but on our way out I bought one for Ava since I felt bad for stealing most of it. We walked out of the shop, passing the cone of ice cream back and forth to share.

"Where to next?" I asked her while licking the ice cream.

"Just keep walking, we'll be there soon," she replied while reaching out to take the ice cream from me.

I shook my head at her refusal to tell me but I complied. We walked down the sidewalk, shoulders brushing ever so slightly every now and then. I felt her hand ghost over mine a couple of times before I looked up at her. I could almost sense the conflict going on in her head. I silently giggled to myself before grabbing her hand, interlocking our fingers together.

Just like she did the night before, she looked at our hands and then into my eyes. I saw a twinkle in them as she gave me a shy smile.

"Thank you," she spoke softly.

I gave her hand a squeeze in response as we continued to walk down the street, hand-in-hand and sharing the ice cream.

I loved the way her hand fit in mine. It felt different from Mason's and Noah's hand. Their's were slightly calloused, maybe from playing football, and much bigger than mine. I liked the way their's made me feel protected and secured.

However, Ava's hand, while just as strong, was smooth and smaller. It felt comforting and familiar, like someone you've known for a long time who'd always be there even on your worse days. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't prefer this over their's.

"I like holding your hand," Ava spoke out. "It's nice."

I let out a small chuckle and nodded. "I was just thinking the same."

We walked a few more steps before Ava announced, "We're here."

She brought me to a park that was filled with trees and flowers. The park wasn't too crowded but there were a decent amount of people minding their own business. Being autumn, most leaves on the trees were a fiery yet serene combination of red, orange and amber. We walked down a pathway lined with the trees and covered with fallen leaves.

"The scenery is amazing!" I stated in awe. I looked around to take in the view and turned back to Ava to only see her gazing at me.

"So are you," she added. I don't know how many more times she was going to make me blush but I wasn't complaining.

After walking a little more, we spotted a bench. We finished up the ice cream and threw the wrapper and tissue into the trash can nearby before I pulled her by the hand to sit.

She sat a few spaces away but I scooted closer to her. I took her hand in both of mine and placed it on my lap, caressing it. We've always been physically affectionate with each other and I'm not going to allow that to change now. I still wanted her to be comfortable around me despite our recent revelation about our relationship.

Once I saw her relax a bit, I placed my head on her shoulder. I could tell her heart started to race and I had to admit that her nearness was making my heart do the same. The smell of her perfume wafted up to my nose and made my mind hazy. I was finding it hard to focus on anything else with her so close to me. But the again, why would I want to focus on anything else?

I closed my eyes and heard her speak. "I don't think you know how painful it was seeing you with Noah yesterday at homecoming. I kept trying to tell myself that it wasn't my place to be jealous but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry."

"If it makes you feel any better, even though I was with Noah, I couldn't stop myself from staring at you," I confessed. "When I saw you, I thought I was looking at an ethereal being, you didn't look like you belonged on earth, let alone at some crappy high school gym."

She lets out a radiant giggle and I felt her shoulders shake in laughter as I continued, "I realised last night that it's been like this for some time now. I hope you know that this has been long time coming, it's not just some fluke thing that happened last night."

She wraps an arm around my waist, letting it rest against my hip. "I get it, I feel the same way. I've liked you for some time now but it was time I finally admitted it to myself."

I swallowed, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill. Hearing her speak like that made me indescribably happy. "Yesterday, at the dance, I was secretly hoping you'd cut in and ask me for a dance," I confessed.

"I was hoping you'd ask me!" she revealed and we both laughed.

Ava gently nudged me off of her and stood from the bench. I looked up at her, puzzled. She stretched out an arm, offering it to me. "Since I didn't get to ask you for a dance yesterday, I'm doing it now. Would you like to share a dance with me, darling?"

I giggled at her antics. "Ava, we're in the middle of the park! People will think we're mad!"

"I don't care about them, only you. Do you care?" she challenged back.

I didn't have to think twice about my answer. "When I'm with you? Never have and never will."

I placed my hand in hers and she brought it up to her lips kissing it before pulling me up to her feet. I crashed into her, laughing and holding onto her to stabilise myself. She chuckled along with me and guided us a few paces away from the bench. She positioned a hand on my hip and the other still clutching mine. Instinctively, I brought one hand to rest on her shoulder.

"There's no music," I stated.

"Looks like we'll just have to make our own."

Ava began humming a random tune and we started spinning around as if we were ballroom dancing. We stepped onto the grassy area as my laughter and Ava's humming increased in volume.

She twirled and dipped me. She placed both her hands on my waist and lifted me, spinning me in circles as I giggled uncontrollably. If anyone was staring, I didn't notice or bother. All I cared about was that I was in Ava's arms and I felt like I was flying.

She set me down and we both just looked at each other, smiling wider than we've seen each other grin before. I pulled her into me to hug her, resting my cheek against hers. Our heavy breathing and racing hearts began to subside. I moved back slightly in her arms to still see her smiling at me.

She looked back at me and seeing her so happy made me ecstatic in return. It made my heart sing to know I'm the reason for her happiness. The way she was looking at me made me feel important. It made me feel as if I was the best thing that's ever happened to her and it was then that I knew that the feeling was mutual.

Her mesmerising eyes gazed into mine and I thought back to last night, right before we kissed. I really wanted to kiss her then and I wanted it again now.

As if she could read my thoughts, she leaned in closer to me. Inches before her lips met mine, she stopped, hesitating if she should close the gap between us. I could feel her heart start pounding in her chest again against mine.

"Kiss me, Ava," I whispered, quietly enough so only she could hear.

She placed a hand behind my neck and tugged me into a kiss. Our lips met and it felt just as spectacular as last night's. I grabbed onto her harder, not wanting to let her go in case she pulls away but by the way she was clutching onto me made it clear she wouldn't dare dream of it.

Kissing Ava felt like the most wonderful thing in the universe. Mason and Noah were great kisser but even they couldn't even begin to compete with Ava. The small fluttering feeling in my tummy whenever I kissed them was nothing compared to the overwhelming sensation I was experiencing right now. Electricity was surging through my body, energising my entire being. It was entirely intoxicating. It was other-worldly.

I've never understood why people referred to their significant others as their weaknesses because right now, kissing Ava, I felt more alive than I ever did. She wasn't my weakness, she was my strength and...

Did I just refer to Ava as my significant other?

Like all good things, it had to come to an end. But it wasn't by choice, though. So enraptured in the kiss, I leaned further forward, causing Ava to lean back until she stumbled backwards and tripped over a rock. She crashed to the ground, taking me with her.

"Oof!"

"Ouch!"

We looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked her in between giggles.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied in a similar manner.

Ava was flat on her back and I was still on top of her as I buried my face in the crook to muffle my laughter. Ava tossed her head back, still laughing.

After a while, the laughter died down and I lifted myself to look at her once again. We couldn't help it. We started giggling madly, so much so that I let out a snort that only made us more hysterical.

"Oh god, I can't breathe," Ava wheezed.

It took us at least a good three minutes to fully calm down. I rolled off Ava and laid beside her.

"C'mere," she said and pulled me closer.

I rested my head on her shoulder and draped an arm over her torso. She wrapped an arm around me while our legs intertwined. She was staring at the sky as I closed my eyes. It's amazing to think that just the day before yesterday I was worried about choosing between Mason and Noah but now, it's never been clearer that there was only one person for me. And ironically, it was neither of them.

Being here with Ava made me recognise that the reason I couldn't choose between either of them was because my heart already belonged to someone else without me even realising.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's  presence when I finally broke the quite.

"It's crazy how so much can change in a day." I said softly. "I admit, ever since day one, I would catch myself looking at you. I thought I was staring at you because that's just what people do when they find beauty in something. I know now that while that's true, there's more to it. And it's because I like you, Ava. I really like you. It might have taken us years for us to get here but I wouldn't have had it any other way."

I felt her hold her breath for a while before slowly exhaling.

I spoke again, "I think I'm gonna call it quits with Noah and Mason."

"Are you sure? That's pretty fast."

"I've never been more sure. I can't help but compare how much better everything feels with you. I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend yet, we don't have to rush it, but why lead them on when I already know you're the best for me. You, Ava Lawrence, are my first choice."

I opened my eyes. I still couldn't see Ava's face but I felt her inhaled deeply before gently, tenderly uttering, "You are my first choice too, Emma Price."

I felt the joy bubbling in me at her words. I smiled and let out a contented sigh.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "My feelings were never complicated, I was just to blind to see them for what they actually were." And it was true.

I couldn't help but think how glad I was that I didn't take on Mackenzie's bet. She was right. It always was and always will be Ava.

She may not have been my first love but she was my soulmate.

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[asgardian-goddess-of-writing]

Icy Hot

Fandom: MCU Ship: Thorki Rating: Explicit Warnings: Adult Language and Content, Smut Tags: Temperature Play, Sensory Deprivation, Edgeplay, Smut

Summary: Thor runs hot all the time. Loki wants to try something cool. I think y’all know where this is going... Word Count: 1761

A/N:  So, it turns out that I will be posting 2 fills tomorrow instead of today, sorry! And this is my first time trying to write temperature play and sensory deprivation so let me know what you guys think! I hope you guys enjoy this anyway!

Also posted on my main blog: @latishiante1001!

Day 3: Sensory Deprivation | Temperature Play | Edgeplay | Knife Play

“Thor! Where are you, you oaf?” Loki calls out, walking through the halls of the new ‘Asgard.’

“Yes, brother?” Thor answers, walking up to Loki. “Are you busy at all?” “No, I have the rest of the night off. Why?” “Oh, wonderful. Come with me,” Loki tells Thor, grabbing his hand before leading Thor back through the halls into their shared quarters. Closing, and locking, the door behind them, Loki turns Thor around and slams his back against the door before kissing him hard. Thor gets swept up in the kiss before pulling back and asking, “What’s this all about? Not that I’m complaining, just curious.” “Well first of all, we haven’t been together in over a week.” “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy.” “I know, I’m not blaming you. Merely an observation. Second of all, I want to try something new.” “‘New’? What kind of ‘new’?” “The bedroom kind of ‘new.’ Only If you’re up for it though.” “What is ‘it’?” “Well, I’ve been practicing my control over my Jötunn powers, specifically my ice ones. Then a thought came into my head. You’ve always been hot.” “Yes, I’m aware that I’ve always been hot.” Thor says, smugly smirking. Loki hits him on the arm, “I didn’t mean it that way!” “Well...” “Shut up! I’m trying to explain something here.” Thor chuckles, “Sorry, sorry. Please, go on.” “Thank you. Now, as I was saying. You’ve always been hot in body temperature. And I, of course, have been cold. I’ve found a way to let my Jötunn look, and powers, out without hurting someone that isn’t a Frost Giant.” “Really? Nice job. But what does this have to do with me running hot and all that?” Thor asks, completely clueless. Loki sighs and lets his head drop onto Thor’s chest before lifting it again, “I’m saying that I want to try temperature play.” “Oh... What is ‘temperature play’?” “It’s where people take ice or melted wax to  run across their partner’s body to cause arousal. Since I’m already cold, we don’t need ice.” “Oh, okay. I’m alright with trying this. But, what about you?” “What about me?” “Don’t I get to run ice or wax on you?” “Uhh, I- I’d rather not do that...” “Why? Would it hurt you?” “Probably not hurt but it would probably be more uncomfortable than arousing for me.” “Are you sure you don’t want to try it? Not once?” “Maybe later but not now.” “Okay. So, shall we get on with this?” “Gladly.” Loki agrees, taking Thor’s face in his hands and kissing him passionately. Thor wraps his arms around Loki’s neck, kissing him back just as hard. Loki pulls back, breathlessly saying, “I think that we should move this over to the bed, don’t you?” Thor nods, giving Loki another deep kiss before pulling Loki with him onto the bed. The two continue their makeout session, both of them fighting for dominance over the other’s mouth. “You get to be the one to cool my skin, at least let me warm your mouth before you do so.” Thor complains. “Oh, quit complaining.” Loki tells the thunder god before kissing him again to shut him up, definitely not letting up on the fight. But neither is Thor. Thor moves one of his hands up to Loki’s hair and grabs onto it tightly and pulling a bit, making Loki growl and falter in the kiss. “Cheater.” Loki spits out, trying to regain his winning place in the kiss but the slightly painful grip on his hair keeps him from doing so. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I’m just kissing you and making you feel good.” Thor says innocently. “I’m sure you don- Oh gods.” Loki groans as Thor pulls on his hair a bit rougher this time. “We’re wearing too many clothes right now.” Thor says as the pressure his pants have on his semi-hard cock becomes almost unbearable. Letting go of Loki’s hair, Thor immediately move his hands down to undo his pants and push them off. Loki follows his lead, starting with his shirts. Once they’re both naked, they’re back to being wrapped up together on the bed, kissing each other like sex-crazed teenagers. Thor slides his hands back into Loki’s hair, tugging on the long, ebony locks, both in lust and envy. In a way, his obsession with running his hands through Loki’s hair is because he misses his long, blonde hair. Somehow, Loki figured this out as he says, “I miss your hair too. But it does look good like this as well.” “Thank you,” Thor replies, “Now, how are we going to do this?” “Well, first of all,” Loki gets up to go to the bedside table to grab a blindfold and some ‘special’ cloth and holds them up. “We start with this.” “Oh... Okay.” Thor says, surprised. “Are you alright with this?” “Uh, sure. Question, why do we need those?” “It’s supposed to make the sensations increase tenfold. They aren’t required so if you’d rather not have them, it’s alright.” “No, no, it’s fine. I trust you.” Loki’s heart warms at those words, no matter how many times he’s heard them. Walking to the bed, Loki tells Thor, “Scoot up the bed and place your hands up by the headboard.” As Thor does so, Loki climbs over Thor and straddles his chest. Reaching over Thor, he starts to tie Thor’s hands to the headboard with the ‘special’ cloth. “I put a spell on this cloth that will make it hold you as long as you want to be held. Once you really want to be free of the restraints, as in you’re uncomfortable with what’s going on, it’ll untie itself and you’ll be free.” Loki then moves back once he’s finished to place the blindfold over Thor’s eye. “I should’ve just gotten another eyepatch, huh?” Thor chuckles, “Shut up.” “Oh you know you liked that joke,” Loki says back, smiling. “Is this alright with you?” “Yes.” “Okay, now I’m going to give you a system to use to get feedback as to how you’re doing. When I say ‘color,’ you’re going to say ‘green’, ‘yellow’, and ‘red.’ Green is you’re fine and ready to go on. Yellow is slow down or give you a moment. Red is to stop. You can say these whenever as well, don’t wait for me to ask. Understood?” Loki explains. “Yes.” “Good. Are you ready?” “Yes.” “Alright then. Let’s get started.” Loki says, lifting his arm in front of him. Taking a deep breath, Loki focuses on his powers and limiting them. Soon enough, his arm slowly turns blue from his fingertips to his shoulder. “I’m going to touch your chest now.” After no protest, Loki settles his hand on Thor’s left pectoral. Thor flinches at the cold but makes no move to get away. Loki takes that as a sign to move his hand across Thor’s skin to his other pectoral. Thor shivers at the cold hand moving back and forth across his chest. “L- Loki.” “Are you alright?” “Yes.” “Does it feel good?” “It doesn’t feel bad, just not good yet.” Thor answers, his breathing getting a bit more labored. Loki draws his hand to touch Thor’s left nipple which makes Thor cry out. “Does it feel good now?” “Y-Yes. Oh gods, Loki!” Thor moans, wanting to arch his chest closer to the coldness but away at the same time. Loki smiles, moving his hand to the other nipple, again making Thor cry out. Moving away from his chest, Loki draws his hand down to trace all over Thor’s abdomen. “Loki! That feels good, please don’t stop.” Thor groans and gasps. Loki chuckles, “I knew you would like this.” Moving lower, Loki’s hand moves right past Thor’s leaking cock to under his thighs. Thor jerks up, moving his leg away from the cold. “Do I need to tie your legs down too?” Loki asks. “N- No. I’m sorry. I’ll k- keep them still.” Thor answers. Loki moves his hand back under his Thor’s thighs, this time making Thor moan and flinch, but his leg stayed in place like he said. Loki switches legs, tracing the sensitive areas of Thor’s legs. “L- Loki. Brother please. Please. I need...” Thor begs, trailing off on a groan when Loki hits a sensitive spot. “Color.” “Green.” “What do you need?” “I need to come, please. I need it so bad.” Thor finally says, tugging at the restraints. Loki moves up and slowly wraps his hand around the base of Thor’s cock. “Fuck! Loki!” “You’re gonna have to beg more if you want to come.” “Loki! Please, brother. Please let me come! I need to come so badly! I’ll make you feel so good after if you will allow me to come now, please! “ Thor begs. “Mm, well then. I’m a little impressed.” Loki takes his cold hand off of Thor’s cock before whispering a spell and moving it down to slide a finger into Thor, lube slicking the way. Thor cries out at the cold so deep in him, whimpering at the feeling in him and the tightness in his balls. Loki slides another finger into him, and another before stretching Thor a bit more before removing his hand. “Loki, please. Please, please, please. Make me come!” Thor begs. “I’ll make you come alright.” Loki replies, taking a deep breath and moving forward to thrust into Thor. “Loki!” Thor yells as he feels Loki press into him with his cock as cold as his hand. “Oh gods, Loki!” Loki waits a moment before starting to fuck Thor with a fast, hard pace as he knows they both won’t last long. “Thor. Come when you wish.” “Only with you. Come with me, Loki. Loki!” Thor yells as his long awaited orgasm crashes over him. “Thor!” Loki shouts, his come shooting deep into Thor. Pulling out and letting his skin go back to being what is considered ‘normal’, Loki collapses on one side of Thor. “Uh, Loki.” Thor starts before he’s suddenly free and can see. “Thank you, for all of that.” “You’re welcome.” Loki replies, laying on his side and placing his head on Thor’s chest. “So, I’m guessing you liked that?” “I loved it. So much that I would love to do it again sometime if that’s alright with you.” “Of course. Let’s go to bed, shall we?” Loki asks, his eyes shutting. “We shall. Goodnight, Loki. I love you.” Thor tells Loki, closing his eyes. “Goodnight, Thor. I love you, too.”

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Warnings:  s. s. s. sm...smu...smut...

A/N: Hi babeeees! It’s me again. Sorry for making you wait so looooong for the second part.. it’s kind of short, but don’t worry, I promise you it will be a third one! I just finish my finals and I’m just waiting for one result to finally go home! I also started going to the psychiatrist to treat my anxiety and insomnia problem, I hope everything goes well in a future <3 this is the first time I wrote smut with my babyboy Ezra and I feel like a sinner because he’s so soft and pure T.T anyways...  I love y’all and THANK YOU VERY MUCH for all your love and support <3  ps: sorry about my horrible english! I’m trying my best :(

Based on this post

Pairing: Ezra Miller x Reader

Title:  Perfect (I can’t stop listening Perfect by Ed Sheeran ft Beyonce and well... It will make sense at some point ehehehe)

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Part 2

He put his arm around your shoulders and you clung to his waist; all the way to your apartment you were laughing and almost fell down a couple of times…

“Shhh, shhhh” you whispered laughing while you tried to open your apartement’s door “my neighbors are going to kick me out because of you”

“Good, maybe that way you think about moving near me” he shouted “SHE HAS BEEN MY CRUSH FOR MORE THAN TWO YEARS” he shouted louder “AND TODAY SHE FINALLY KISSED ME” you laughed while trying to cover his mouth with your hands

“CONGRATULATIONS FOR LEAVING THE FRIENDZONE, BUT ANYONE CARES, DUDE” one of your neighbors shouted and you both laughed again.

You opened the door and both entered, you put the night lock before laying in the sofa next to him, you don’t bothered to turn on the light… you knew that at any moment you would fall asleep.

“So...” you said snuggling to his side “you’d been planning to invite me to the press conference, UH?”

“Actually…” He settled on the sofa and put his arm around your shoulders “I’d been planning to ask you out since I met you, but you had that stupid model boyfriend” you turned to see him, and you felt his warm breath brushing against your lips. You wanted to kiss him again, you had wanted this moment for a long time and now you wanted to kiss him… damn you wanted to kiss him all night!  “What’s wrong?” he asked confused with a small smile as he realized how you were looking at him

“Why aren’t you kissing me again?” you replied timidly biting your lower lip… he watched you closely and you felt his hand on your cheek and his lips brushing yours, you like it, even with the taste of alcohol.

You put your hands around his neck as he approached you until put yourself onto his lap. The kiss began to become more intense, you felt his tongue brushing against your lower lip and his hands running down your back.

He helped you to take off your jacket and did the same with his as he leaned a little on the couch to stay on top of you, settling between your legs. You played with each one of the button of his black shirt until you unbuttoning them completely, exposing his pale chest.  

His kisses went down your neck to your collarbone and you couldn’t help but let oud a soft moan when you felt him sucking on your sensitive skin. He stopped when his hands reached the edge of the fabric of your blouse. “Can I…?” He asked hesitantly, you nodded in response as he remove your blouse.

You felt his big hand going up your abs to your breasts to capture one of them tightly while putting down your bra leaving your breasts free, you moaned to the act and you twisted on the couch when you felt his wet tongue drawing circles on them.

“Shit” you gasped, running your hands through his hair and pulling him by his collar-shirt to kiss him again. Your tongues began to play and his shirt soon found a better place on your apartment’s floor “Let’s go to my room…” you whispered not wanting to tear yourself from his lips. You wrap your legs around his waist and he took you from your back to get you up while kissing you.

He walked to your bedroom and he laid you on the bed while kissing your abdomen down to your belt, looked for your approval and you responded by nodding. That’s how he quickly got rid of you pants and panties, leaving you totally exposed in front of him; he got up to get rid of the rest of his clothes before continuing to kiss you.

His hand began to play with you entrance gently rubbing until finally introducing a finger inside you. You whimper as your hips began to move against his fingers in a matching rhythm while you kissed and sucked his neck, he let out a little grunt when you bit his earlobe “more…”you whispered in his ear and he inserted another finger inside you. You bit his shoulder trying to contain yourself, but that familiar pain began to grow in your belly

“do it” you begged breathless, so he took out his fingers and settled himself between your legs to enter in you. You both moaned and Ezra kissed you passionately as he began to move inside you slowly.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long” He confesses, joining his forehead to yours; you clinging to his shoulders as his hips begin to move faster “You’re perfect” he looked you in the eyes and you couldn’t help but smile.

“No, I am not, Ez…”  you replied kissing his jawline

“Don’t ruin the moment Y/N” you laughed.

He had been a good friend all this time, you loved his way of being, his ideologies and his peculiar way of seeing the world, you loved the tranquility and happiness that he was capable of transmitting to others; he was one of the best people you had ever met, you couldn’t deny it, just as you couldn’t deny that he had always attracted you and you had always had that feeling for him inside you, as well as him for you.

You kissed him again and scratched his back with your fingernails while moaning in his ear

“Ez…”you gasped feeling your body burn “I’m gonna…”

“Yes” he moaned and with his hand began to rub your clit “do it for me” you took his cheeks with your hands desperately and kissed him while your back arched and your legs trembled “let it go” he whispered kissing your neck, making you reach your own climax as well as his minutes later.

You stayed lying on the bed with your eyes closed trying to catch your breath, Ezra was lying on your chest while you played with the wet hair that fell on his forehead until he decided to lie down next to you. He passed his hand through your abdomen and kissed your bare shoulder.

“You’re perfect…” He whispered once again before falling asleep.

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Happy Accident Part V

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,840 

Warnings: Steve being cute, fluff, more fluff, swearing, not quite smut, but THINGS ARE GETTING STEAMY Y’ALL

Summary: After he saves you from being injured at the gym, THE Steve Rogers asks you out. Little by little, you start falling in love with every part of him, his quirks, his old-fashionedness, and his charm. But are you ready to let your guard down and let him in?

Author’s Note: HI EVERYONE! This is my first ever fic, so please give me feedback in my asks and like/reblog! And I will be taking requests, so feel free to send me some of those. Let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! On another note, I have to mention @sis-tafics because this fic probably wouldn’t exist without her support. She encouraged me to write this, and I’m eternally grateful. Thanks, Jill! Also thanks to the marvelous @my-emotional-self for pretty much inspiring me with her KILLLLLLLER Chris Evans fanfic! And thank you to @lonelyvampirequeen for becoming my editor!

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You wake up to Steve kissing your neck, and you stretch with a moan. You roll over so you’re facing him.

He pulls you in, kissing you softly. “Good morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept wonderfully. Your arms are my favorite place.” You see the clock behind him, sitting up with a start. “SHIT I HAVE CLASS IN 30 MINUTES.”

Steve bolts up, throwing you your pants from yesterday, “I’ll take you, babe. Trust me, you won’t be late.”

“Thanks, Steve.” You turn away, starting to take off his shirt you’re wearing. He puts a hand on your shoulder, “Just keep it, (Y/N). It looks better on you anyway.” He quickly gets dressed in a heavy brown jacket and dark jeans.

“I doubt that,” you say as you slip on your pants, running downstairs. He goes with you, going to the kitchen. He grabs something, then goes to the front door as you both put on your shoes. You pick up your school bag, going outside into the freezing air with him.

He hands you a granola bar, winking. “Can’t let my best girl go hungry.”

“Thanks, Steve.” You kiss him on the cheek and stow the bar in your bag. He gets on the motorcycle, putting on his helmet as you do the same.

He starts the bike and starts off, going well over the speed limit.

“Steve, you’re going to kill us!”

He laughs, shaking his head as he steers, “doll, I’m not going to let you be late. I don’t care how many laws I break. I’ll do anything for you.”

You blush, kissing the back of his neck as the cold air whips you in the face. You get to campus about 40 minutes faster than it would have taken you had Steve followed the speed limit signs. You get off the bike, and Steve follows suit, and you both remove your helmets.

“I’m gonna miss you this weekend, babe,” he says, pulling you into a tight hug.

You look up at him, his sadness obvious in his eyes. “I’ll miss you too, love.”

He raises an eyebrow, cocking his dead. “What did you just call me?”

“Should I not have said that? I’m sorry. It’s just that you call me doll and babe and I-” he cuts you off with a kiss, pressing his lips passionately against yours. You melt into him, letting him hold you up. He moans into the kiss, his strong hands pressing into your lower back. You keep it going for a few minutes before he pulls away.

“I loved it. I just wasn’t expecting it.” He kisses the top of your head. “By the way, I know you heard what I said last night. Why haven’t you mentioned it?”

You look away, refusing to make eye contact, “because I was scared of how much I love you, and it’s only been a few days.”

He pulls you close again, this time lifting you off the ground as he kisses you, “I love you, (Y/N). I don’t care that it’s only been a few days. I’ve been alive long enough to know that when you have a feeling like this, you hold on and don’t let go, no matter what.”

“I love you too, Steve.” You kiss him softly, holding on to him, “I should probably go to class.”

He kisses you once more, “have fun, I’ll text you once I’m situated on the QuinJet and everything.”

You smile at him as you head inside, and your heart sinks as you hear the sound of his bike fade away in the distance. You go into your classroom, sitting down as you pull out your MacBook. You try to focus on class, attempting to keep Steve out of your head so you won’t be tempted to text him. A half-hour later, a text pops up on your laptop.

Steve <3: “Hey, baby. I’m on the QuinJet now, I just thought I would keep you updated. How’s class?”

You smile to yourself, avoiding the professor’s eye contact.

You: “Hey, Stevie. Class is boring, especially because I know you won’t be outside waiting for me afterward :(“

Steve <3: “I promise, doll, the second I get back in town I’m coming straight to wherever you are. I miss you already.”

You sigh as class ends, packing up your bag and heading outside as you walk to work.

You: “Please be careful? I want you coming back to me in one piece.”

Steve <3: “I’ll see what I can do. Are you headed to work?”

You: “Yeah, I get off at 8. I’m closing tonight.”

Steve <3: “I think we’ll have landed by then, mind if I FaceTime you when you get off?”

You smile, blushing as you walk into work.

You: “Nothing would make me happier. I’m at work now, I’ll text you when I get off.”

Steve <3: “Sounds like a plan. I love you, doll.”

You giggle as you put on your apron and tie it behind your back.

You: “I love you too, honey.”

Work drags on, and you burn yourself a few times while dealing with shitty customers. WHEN I ASK YOU YOUR NAME, GET OFF YOUR PHONE AND F**KING TELL ME INSTEAD OF ROLLING YOUR EYES. You eventually get a break and decide to check your phone. Your face lights up when you see there’s a text from Steve.

Steve <3: “‘honey’? I like that. How’s work, babe?”

You groan, I wonder if he actually wants to know? You shrug, assuming he does or he wouldn’t have asked.

You: “I hate it and I miss you. I need Captain America to come rescue me ;)”

Steve <3: “I miss you too. Especially seeing you walk away in my shirt, knowing you’re wearing my boxers. It’s been driving me nuts all day.”

You smirk to yourself. Ohhhhh, this is gonna be fun.

You: “Is that so…………….. Captain?”

There’s a delay between messages, and you know he’s probably losing it surrounded by his team. A few minutes later, your phone pings.

Steve <3: “Doll, that’s not really fair, now is it?”

You: “Of course it’s fair, especially since I have to suffer knowing you’re wearing that stealth suit….. That just gets me all kinds of worked up.”

Steve <3: “Well, I’ll have to remember that ;)”

You: “Your boxers are sooooo comfortable. I just feel so nice and breezy down there.”

Steve <3: “You better stop that, (Y/N). You’re getting me excited over here.”

You look at the time, realizing your break is over.

You: “Break’s over, gotta go. Love you!”

You put your phone back in your bag, knowing that Steve would be mad at your shenanigans. The rest of work goes by quickly, and you and Sarah talk for a bit before you leave.

“Soooooo how’s Steve?” Sarah smirks at you as she takes a sip of her tea.

You blush and shrug, “he’s good. He’s out of town right now. But….”

“But?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“He said I love you last night. And I said it back this morning.” You giggle as you sip your Pumpkin Spice Latte.

Sarah squeals, hugging you quickly, “that’s amazing! I’m glad you’re past all of that shit that happened with whatshisname.”

Your phone vibrates, and you apologize to Sarah before checking it.

Steve <3: “hey, doll. We just landed, are you off yet? <3”

You shrug sheepishly at Sarah, “sorry, we have a FaceTime date. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You hug her and head outside, FaceTiming Steve.

He answers immediately, and you sigh upon seeing his face.

“Hey, beautiful! How was work?”

You groan, “it was work. People suck. People that aren’t you, I mean.”

He winks at you, “I do have that certain 1940s charm that most people lack.”

“Uh huh, I’m sure that’s it,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, doll, this is James/Bucky,” Steve’s phone pans over to a dark-haired, European guy.

“HEY! YOU’RE THE FAMOUS (Y/N). God, I feel lucky to meet you. This guy won’t shut up-”

Steve shoves him, pointing the camera back on himself, “annnnyyway….”

You smirk at him, “so about our texting earlier…”

“Doll, you damn near killed me with all of that. I can’t wait till I get back.”

You raise an eyebrow as you get to your apartment complex, unlocking the door. “And why is that, honey?”

He voice lowers, sounding more gruff and sensual, “I may be old-fashioned, but I’m also a man. On top of that, I’m a man in love. I can only show so much restraint, baby.”

“So what are you going to do when you get back?” You ask as you get in the elevator.

He goes into what looks like a bedroom, closing the door behind him, “well for starters, I’d get you into bed and love you so hard you’ll call me Captain all night.”

You moan softly as you get off the elevator, going into your apartment and locking it behind you, “is that so?”

“Absolutely,” he nods, keeping eye contact with you as he gets into bed.

“I should probably shower, keep me updated if you can tomorrow so I know you’re okay?”

He smiles sweetly, “of course, doll. I promise I’ll come home safe to you. Sweet dreams, I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” You smile as you hang up.

You undress and turn on the shower, getting in as you start to massage your hair. It’s only a few days, you’ll be fine. It’s not like you’re even that serious with him. That was the thing, though. You two were already serious, and it had only been a few days. Steve had the right idea when he told you that when feelings like this came up, you shouldn’t let them go. And yes, he was old-fashioned, but back then, love was more important than just getting off. This was so much more than that. When you were with Steve, your whole body felt like it was running on electricity. It felt like you had known him for many years, not just a few days. Before Steve, you didn’t really believe in the ‘soulmate’ thing. But now? Being his soulmate seemed like the only logical way to explain how he made you feel. He made you feel safe, special, beautiful, which were all things you’d never been made to feel before.

You get out of the shower and dried off, smiling as you put Steve’s shirt back on. Now that’s a nice-smelling man. You slip on underwear and get in bed, checking your phone as you plug it in.

Steve <3: “In case I hadn’t already told you, I miss you, and I cannot wait to have you back in my arms. Sweet dreams, angel. I love you.”

You smile and quickly start typing back, yawning as you start to fall asleep.

You: “Goodnight, honey. I love you, too. Sleep we...”

Your phone slips out of your hand as you fall asleep.

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Crème de la Crème: 34.

Evie

I was awakened by my sheets being snatched off of my body. I went to fuss at the culprit, but the minute I sat up, my face was met  with a plate of cake

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” the multiple voices shouted

“Got it.” I heard Sean say followed by a flash

“You guys suck,” I said as I cleared the frosting from my face

Once I cleared most of the cake and frosting from my blocking my vision, I saw it was my four of my favorite people on this trip. August, Sean, Aaron and Jesse. They stood there with wide grins plastered over their faces. 

“Happy birthday big head.” Aaron grinned with the destroyed cake in his hand as I sat up in my bed completely. I smiled. I was finally twenty-five years old and I can honestly say that I was happy in my life at this age. 

Hell, I was about to turn up one good time. I hit a milestone and all I wanted to do was party and get my drink on, which I knew that Sean was going to get me drunk any damn way.

“Thank you guys, what time is it?” 

“It’s a little after nine. Tish wants you to call her and we’ll be back later.” Sean said and I frowned at all four of them. Before I could say anything they had rushed out of my hotel room throwing another round of "Happy Birthday" before they left.

I didn’t know what was up with them but, I was feeling a certain type of way. They weren't even trying to have breakfast with me or anything. I wished I had Tish here with me, we would for sure be having breakfast and gone shopping by now. 

Grabbing my iPhone from off the nightstand, I unlocked my phone and saw the tons of birthday messages I had from friends and colleagues. I even had a birthday text from Adrienne.

After sending a few replies, I went to my call log and dialed Tish's number. She answered on the second ring. “HAPPPPPYYYY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY BITCH!” She screamed into my ear as I laughed. 

“Thank you, girl. I wish you were here with me.” I told her. 

“Where’s Sean and the rest of your ugly ass best friends?” I chuckled and shook my head. “They left, they ran up out of here without a word. They slammed a cake in my face, wished me a happy birthday and high-tailed it out of here.” I said wiping more icing from eyebrow

Tish laughed. “Hmm, so they really did that? Anyway, girl, you know how them niggas are. I’m sure y’all are gonna have a good time though. They probably gonna take you for food later. It’s a business trip too right?” 

“I’m starting to believe it is. I know someone better be taking me to dinner or something or somebody getting they ass beat.”

***

Later that Evening.....

When I tell you I was hot as fuck and ready to cuss every fucking body on this trip out? I was through with everybody. It was going on four in the afternoon.

I haven’t heard anything from anybody since this morning. I’ve been cooped up in my damn room for hours, waiting for somebody to at least come check on me. My face was twisted up into a deep frown as I scrolled my Instagram feed seeing a group picture of all the men on the trip that was taken an hour ago.

Fed up, I grabbed my shoes, purse, and phone and headed out the door. I wasn’t sure where I was going but staying locked up in my suite on my birthday while I was on vacation was not on the agenda.

When I got to the lobby, the receptionist with Claudia on her name tag waved me down “Ms. Summers, you’re not supposed to be out of your room” she said

My face scrunched up, “Excuse me?” I questioned

Who the hell gave orders that I wasn’t supposed to leave my room as a grown ass woman?

“Well, Mr. Alsina and Mr. Michaels were very clear when they said you weren’t to leave.” She looked nervous, as she should. 

“August and Aaron” I growled.

They were ridiculous.

“She’s going out with me, isn’t that right Evie?”

Claudia seemed lost for words “Yes sir.” no questioning the subject any further

Looking up I was hesitant but being rescued from this situation beat being stuck in this hotel.

“Thanks, Claudia. Let the guys know when they get back.” I winked and took the strangers hand and walked out of the lobby

“You mind telling me how you knew my name?” I asked removing my hand from his.

I looked at him from head to toe. He wasn’t a bad looking guy and his accent was to die for.

“I’ve heard your friends call your name the day you checked in.” He said. “I’m Rick by the way.” He flashed a beautiful smile. 

“Evie, but you already knew that” I shook his hand as my smile matched his. “So are you like on vacation here too?” I asked as we walked the streets.

“No, I own the place, I come in check on business every few days,” He said, “I don’t want to talk about business, let's talk about you.”

Rick and I walked and talked until the sun went down about any and everything. He was an heir to a string of hotels all around Argentina. His father gave him the one that I was staying at to control to see if he was fit to take over the family business.

He checked his watch as we neared the hotel. “As much as I would love to continue to get to know you, Ms. Evie, I’m very late for a meeting.” He handed me a business card. “Give me a call, I would love to show you Buenos Aires before you go back to America.”

“Okay” I nodded, already loving the idea

“And happy birthday, beautiful” He kissed my cheek before hopping into the black SUV that had been following us the entire time

I walked into the hotel to see Aaron arguing with Claudia.

“Hi, guys?” I smiled and pushed the card into my back pocket

“Really Evie, really?” August said.

“You guys weren’t going to keep me locked up on my birthday, you just weren’t." I shook my head

“Go get dressed, we can talk about this shit later,” Sean said dully

It was very apparent that we were all just over each other and it was evident on all of our faces.

I quickly went up to my room and once I freshened up, I met the guys downstairs in the lobby. I wasn’t sure where we were going but I was dressed to impress.

“I’m fully dressed so let’s not start.” I said once I saw the look on their faces

“it’s your birthday so I’ma shut up.” Aaron said

“Close your eyes,” August said

I did as I was told as they led me for what felt like forever. I began to hear music starting to get louder and louder.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

“And this is why we wanted you to stay in your room. Do you know how hard it is to plan a birthday party in secret?” Aaron asked. 

I looked around at everyone having a good time. “Aww, you guys” I gushed as I gave each of them hugs

“And you thought we forgot about you” Sean rolled his eyes. “Let’s go get fucked up and enjoy a real one’s birthday!”

***

“Fun night?” I asked tracing the scratch marks on august’s back

He looked back at me and winked. “What can I say? I sling good dick.” he laughed

I shook my head. “You’re a hot ass mess.” I said, “We just got here August.”

He gave me a look as if he was offended. “I’m not fucking anybody in this country.”

“Noted.” I chuckled downing the drink in my hand.

The party that the guys threw for me was really great. I didn’t know half the people here but it was still lit.

They all seemed to know me though because I’ve gotten over 50 “Happy Birthday, Evie”.

Of course, my turn up buddy was making it his mission to get me as fucked up as I can possibly get and he was succeeding because the thoughts running through my head weren’t my own, but the hennys.

Requesting two more shots from the bartender, I quickly downed them and left August at the bar, letting him know that I’d be back.

Not waiting for a reply, I locked onto my target and made my way over to him.

Ashton

“I didn’t like the way our last encounter ended,” Samantha said

I kissed my teeth “We fucked and then went home. How else was it supposed to end?” I questioned looking around 

Samantha was the stepdaughter of the CEO to one of Ashton Martin's main competitor’s, Porsche. She just so happens to be in Argentine “vacationing” at the same time we were.

The girl was batshit crazy, we fucked around a few times and she couldn’t wrap around her head that that’s all we were doing, fucking. I couldn’t stand being around her so I was doing my best to find an exit out of this conversation,

“Wow, that’s it?”

I let out a deep breath “Aren’t you on vacation, Samantha? Don’t waste it on me and if you’re adamant on fucking with me then I will have you removed from this party, don’t play with me.” I warned

“Ashton, we need to talk” Evie’s voice floated over the music

Turning away from Samantha, I looked Evie up and down “What’s up?” I asked

To my relief, Samantha stomped off.

“Let’s dance,” she said

A smile made it’s way onto my face “Lead the way.” I motioned.

She walked away and I followed, take notices to how her bodysuit hugged every curve she had.

She led me to a secluded spot in the party before her ass attached to my pelvis.

My hand almost immediately connected with her waist “You wanted to talk?” I asked against her ear.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She asked

I smirked. “Doing what, baby girl?” I asked

She was drunk, or maybe she was pretty close to it. One thing for sure, that liquid courage had Evie right where I wanted her.

“THIS! This back and forth pettiness.”

“Because all you do is play, I can play too.”

It took Evie longer than I expected for her to come to her senses. I had expected this weeks ago but I had patience.  She and my brother underestimated me. I told him the night of her party that I had things under control.

“How’s your clothing line coming along?” Jessie asked my brother

“I’ve got a few pieces debuting really soon. Actually, my brother is going to be wearing the first suit I’m putting out at the AM showcase.” He boasted

Aaron was probably on his sixth strike of the night with me, my annoyance level for him was way past gone and him talking to this lame ass nigga was about to earn him his seventh.

Jesse nodded “I’m proud of you kid, doing your own thing out here.” he praised

I put my arm around Aaron’s shoulder “Yeah, the kid’s a boss just like his brother. It runs in the family.” I Interjected, giving a phony smile

“What’s up, Ash?” He said.

“Let's talk outside,” I suggested.

“I’m already having a conversation.”  He said

I turned my head and leaned into him so that only he could hear me “Yo, I will fucking embarrass you.” I said through clenched teeth as my grip tightened around his shoulder blade

He nodded “Yeah, Jesse, man I'll catch up with you a little later.”

“No problem, I’ll be around,” he said

“Cool,” Aaron said as he and I walked away and through Evie’s front door. He turned towards me with his hands up “Man, why you trip-”

"Fuck were you thinking!” I said shoving him roughly making him stumble back

His face showed confusion for a second before his lips curved into a sinister smile.

“I know you not mad about that shit with Evie?” He asked brushing the wrinkles out of his shirt "Fucking up my shirt and shit, you know much this shit cost?" he questioned as lines formed on his forehead

“Nah because you're dead disrespecting me like you don’t know that I’ll beat the fuck outta you.”

It was nothing new for Aaron and me to go to blows and I didn’t mind reminding him how I got down.

“Nigga, I saw her first anyway.” He said.

“How, I’m the one who hired her!” I argued back.

“So motherfucka, you weren't checking for her till you found out what she was working with.” He waved me off “She free game, that’s not your girl so I don’t see the problem you’re having right now.”

“The hell she ain’t, you don’t know what I’m trying to do!” I countered

“Oh, so you do like her like that? See now how hard was that big bro?” He smiled

“What…? Nah, no… what I meant was that I-”

“No need to explain.” He chuckled “What you think Evie and I don’t talk about shit? Son, I promise you I know everything, I know shit that you don’t even know.” He expressed.

“I don’t know what you tal-, wait what she be telling you?” I inquired

“That’s our business if you weren’t trying to play the girl you’d probably know too. I saw through your bullshit the minute she hit me up. When are you going to stop doing this shit?” He asked

This time, I smirked. One thing I knew how to do was make women miss me. All I had to do was sweat them hard, then take that attention away and once I reemerged in their life, they were like putty in my hands.

I didn’t want to do that to Evie, she did mean something and I wasn’t just trying to run game on her back in Malibu,  but she forced my hand, she couldn’t make up her mind so I to make it up for her.

“I told you this before, she’s different man, it’s hard to run game on this one.”

I had to laugh thinking back at that night. Aaron swore he knew Evie well and I don’t doubt that he does but I too knew her in ways that he didn’t.

He said my games weren’t going to work on her but here she was, arms wrapped around my neck, whispering how much she missed me.