#hey guys happy new year I guess! I don’t even know when to start oh my word

[skyafied]

Guys is cringe dead. Be so for real with me right now this fic is the only thing keeping me afloat at the moment

Inspired by chapter 9 of Footwork [MHA if it was Awesome]

On that note I LOVE IT WHEN CROSSOVERS ARE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. OH I AM SOOOOO NORMAL ABOUT THIS FIC RIGHT NOW. IT HASNT BEEN UPDATED IN 4 YEARS BUT IM NOT GIVING UP HOPE 💪💪💪

[morgana-larkin]

Ok so I suddenly felt the need to write a fic about Melissa being a mom and gets with her daughter's best friend. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I'm busy for most of the day tmr so I will not have time to write the last Chessy request before the end of the year.

Part 2

Mommy Dearest

Warnings: sex references

Words: 5.25k

“So what are you going to do now that you’ve graduated college?” You ask your friend.

You and your friend Becca are hanging out in her mom’s backyard as you both just graduated from college. 

“Well I’ll have to find a job but it shouldn’t be too hard as they’re always looking for firefighters. My mom just loves that I’ll be one.” She says and you smile. “What about you? Have you applied to any teaching jobs or subbing?” She asks you.

“Yep a few.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

Just then you hear the front door open and close and her mom calling out her name. 

“We’re in the backyard mom!” Becca yells and her mom comes over.

“Hey honey, hey Y/n.” Melissa says to you both. “Just relaxing after graduating yesterday?” She asks and you both nod. “I’m so happy for both of you! A new firefighter and a new teacher!” She says with a smile and you blush a bit. 

You met Becca when you started college as you were roommates and you visited her mom’s place quite often as you were only half an hour away. Melissa and Becca are quite close after her father, Joe, left. The first time you met Melissa, you felt like you could faint right there with how attractive she is. You never knew you could be into middle aged women. You knew you were into women but never knew your type, until you started instantly crushing on your best friend’s mom 4 years ago. 

“Do you guys want to stay and watch a movie tonight?” Melissa asks. “I could run out and get some snacks.” Melissa suggests.

“Oh I have a date with Will tonight but Y/n do you want to stay?” Becca asks you and your brain stops working. Staying here alone with Melissa? It takes a few seconds for your brain to process it properly and then you realise that both Becca and Melissa are looking at you.

“Uh- um sure, ya I’m free tonight.” You stutter out and Becca gives you a weird look while Melissa smiles at you. 

“Great! I’ll go run to the store and get us some snacks!” Melissa exclaims and then leaves.

“Are you ok?” Becca asks you once her mom leaves.

“Ya, just never been with your mom alone before.” You tell her.

“You’ll be fine, she doesn’t bite. Unless of course you’re into that.” She says and you look at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Do you really think I don’t know about your crush on my mom?” She asks you and your jaw drops. You honestly thought you were subtle. “Just so you know, I don’t want to hear about you fucking my mom if that happens.” She tells you bluntly.

“Wait what? Your mom is…?” You start to ask.

“Into women? Yep, she’s bisexual.” Becca says. “I don’t think she realises that you have a crush on her.”

“Nothing will happen.” You tell her, even though you want something to happen.

“Well I’m just saying that I’ll be back here at about noon tomorrow.” Becca tells you and wiggles her eyebrows. You give her a playful shove and she gives one back to you and you both laugh.

Melissa returns about half an hour later with yours and her favourite snacks. 

“Honey, are you staying for dinner or is it a dinner date?” Melissa asks Becca.

“It’s a dinner date and I’ll be back at around noon tomorrow.” Becca tells her mom before giving her a kiss on the cheek and leaving.

“I guess it’s just me and you tonight hon.” Melissa tells you with a smile before going into the kitchen to make dinner. You watch her ass sway as she walk away and you realise something, you are fucked tonight. You go inside as she starts making dinner and you join her in the kitchen to keep her company and to be close to her.

“What are you making?”

“Well I thought about making your favourite, pasta alla norma. To celebrate your graduation.” She tells you as she moves around the kitchen with ease.

“Really? Oh I would love that.” You say with a bright smile. There’s two reasons it’s your favourite dish, one because it’s actually really good and two, because you get to hear her speak Italian.

“Good, by the way, do you like Italian?” She asks you and you look at her.

“Well I think the food is really good so yes.”

“I meant the language hon.” She tells you. “You blush every time I speak it.” She adds and your cheeks turn red. 

“Oh- I…um.” You try to speak but lost the ability at that moment. 

“No need to be embarrassed, hon. It’s a beautiful language and you’re cute when you blush.” She says as she looks right at you and you wonder how you didn’t faint right there.

“Um, ya the language is really nice, never got to learn it though.” You tell her.

“Ya they don’t really teach it in America. I learned from my Nonna and my Ma. Maybe I can teach you some basics, if you want.” She offers and you widen your eyes.

“Oh, I-I’d like that but I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” 

“If it was an inconvenience then I wouldn’t have offered.” She tells you while looking at you. She then sees your shy body position and remembers you’re stuttering while talking. “Do I make you nervous?” She asks you and you look at her.

“Why-why would you ask that?” You ask her.

“Because of your body language and the fact that you keep tripping over your words.” She says softly.

“Maybe a little nervous, I’ve never been alone with you before, Becca has always been here.” You say honestly and she smiles softly at you.

“We’ve known each other for 4 years hon, you don’t need to be nervous around me.” She tells you and you look down. “Tell you what, how about I finish making dinner and you can go pick what movie to watch?” She suggests with a smile and you look up at her and nod. “Ok, it’ll be done in about 10 minutes so how about you go look.” She tells you.

“Alright, was there a specific genre you are in the mood for?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“We’re celebrating your graduation tonight, pick whatever you want.” She tells you and you nod before going to pick something.

Melissa comes out 10 minutes later with two plates of food and sees you have a movie ready to go. 

“What did you end up picking?” She asks as she hands you a plate.

“You’ll see. Becca and I love to watch this movie when we were feeling stressed.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Alright, press play when you’re ready.” She says and you immediately press play and start eating. 

The movie starts playing and throughout it you keep glancing at Melissa who seems to be enjoying a teen queer movie.

“She uses a stuffed animal to get off? There’s so many other ways to do that.” She says out loud as you swallow and you start coughing. She pats and rubs your back until you stop and she looks at you with slight concern. “You ok?” She asks and you nod.

“Just went down the wrong way.” You tell her and she smiles. 

“Ok, just don’t die. I’d never hear the end of it from Becca if her best friend died while hanging out with me.” She jokes and you laugh.

10 minutes into the movie is when you finish eating and you put the plate on the coffee table.

“Did you want more or are you good?” She asks you.

“I’m good.” You tell her and she nods before paying attention to the movie.

Near the end of the movie you start feeling sleepy and without thinking you rest your head on her shoulder and fall asleep.

You wake up the next morning to some noises from the kitchen. You get up off the couch and make your way over. You see Melissa in the kitchen putting some snacks in a bowl and she looks up to see you.

“Hey hon, how was your nap?” She asks you. 

“Uh, good. I guess I was more tired than I thought.” You say as you rub your eyes.

“Well Becca told me both of you hardly got any sleep this week so it’s not surprising.” She tells you as you yawn. “If you’re still tired then you can go sleep in Becca’s room tonight.” She offers and you look around for the time. 

“What time is it?” You ask her before realising your phone is in your pocket.

“9:24.” She says after looking at the stove clock.

“I think I’ll take your offer as I don’t think I have the energy to drive back to campus.” You tell her and she smiles and nods.

“Where are you going to stay that school is done?” She asks as she hands you a bag of your favourite chips.

“I made enough money working that I can afford a small apartment.” You tell her and she nods.

“Well you’re always welcome here if you ever want some help with teaching or some Italian food.” She asks and you smile.

“Thank you.” You tell her as you take a few chips and shove them in your mouth. “I actually have a question for you.” You say and she looks at you and nods. “I was wondering if I can shadow you?” You ask her and she tilts her head. “I already did that with a couple other teachers but you’ve been teaching longer than they have.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Of course. But you’ll have to sign your name under some forms due to the cameras.” She says and you nod. “I get up at 6 in the morning and I get there around 7:15-7:30.” She tells you and you nod. “So you can stay here tomorrow night or meet me there in the morning.” She says and you think about it. 

“If Becca is alright sharing her bed one more time with me then I’ll stay over.” You tell her and she nods.

“I’m sure she won’t mind. You guys have been sharing that bed like once a month for 4 years.” She says with a chuckle and you smile. “At one point I thought you two were hooking up.”

“No, Becca is straight and she’s not my type.” You say and she looks at you.

“What is your type then?” She asks you and you blush.

“You.” You mutter as you look down and she looks at you.

“What did you say?” She asks.

“Older gingers.” You say as you look back up at her. 

“Well my daughter is definitely not your type then.” She says with a giggle. “Seeing as she’s a brunette and the same age as you.” She says and you nod. “Are there any older ginger women that have caught your eye?” She asks as she eats a couple chocolates.

“There’s one but I’m unsure if she likes me.” You tell her, leaving out the part that she’s right in front of you.

“Well maybe get to know her. Once she gets to know you then I’m sure she’ll like you.” She says with a smile and you blush slightly. “Well I’m gonna turn in for the night. It might be Saturday night but I don’t want to mess up my sleep schedule and be a zombie on Monday morning.” She tells you as she puts her snacks away. “You’re free to stay up and watch tv if you want.” She tells you as she leaves the kitchen.

“I’ll go to sleep too as I’m still quite tired.” You tell her and follow her upstairs. 

“Alright, do you need anything? I think you already have your own toiletries here.” She says and you nod.

“Yep, I’m good. I’ll just borrow some of Becca’s clothes.” You tell her and she nods before wishing you a good night and going into her bedroom.

“Good morning.” She tells you once you walk into the kitchen.

“Morning.” You tell her groggily.

“Just woke up?” She asks you and you nod.

“How are you so chipper at 8:30 in the morning?” You ask her and she laughs.

“I’ve already had a mug of coffee.” She says and you smile. “Do you drink coffee now?” She asks and you nod. “I knew you’d cave eventually.” She says as she pours you a cup. She hands you a cup along with the sugar and cream. “I’m making some toast and scrambled eggs for breakfast.” She tells you as you make your coffee to your liking. You nod and then give her the sugar and cream back once you’re done. You take a few sips as she finishes getting breakfast ready.

“I’ve wanted to ask, is Becca short for something?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“Nope, although you’re not the first to ask me that.” She says. “I wanted to name her Aurora but her father wanted her to have an American name so like an idiot I settled on Becca. And now her father isn’t even around.” She says and you hum.

“Aurora is a beautiful name.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Right? But apparently it was too Italian.” She says with a chuckle.

“It’s Italian?” You ask her and she nods.

“All the good names are.” She says with a wink. “Mine’s Italian.” She tells you as she finishes the eggs.

“What does Melissa mean?” You ask her and take a sip.

“Honey bee.” She simply says. “And my mom calls me honey, no doubt because of my name.”

“You call Becca honey.”

“I guess because my mom calls me that so I just took it.” She tells you as she puts the eggs on the plates and reaches for the toast.

“You know considering you’re a single mom, you did an amazing job at raising her.” You suddenly say and she looks at you.

“Well thank you hon, it means a lot.” She says with a smile. “And here’s your food.” She says and hands you the plate and you both head over to the dinner table. “So, got any plans today?” She asks you and you nod.

“Once Becca gets here then I’m gonna drive us to our dorm room and start packing up. We want to move out before the first so they don’t charge us for an extra month.” You tell her. “Plus I move into my new apartment on the first.” You add and she smiles.

“And where’s your new place?” She asks.

“About 5 minutes from here.” You tell her as you take a bite of toast and then tell her the address.

“Oh I know where that is.” She says and then you both continue eating.

You and Melissa hang out until Becca gets back and then you both head to your dorm room.

“So you were alone with my mom for 18 hours and nothing happened?” She says and you nod. You start packing a box as she does the same.

“Well I slept for 10 of those hours but yes nothing happened.” You tell her.

“Dude, you have got to get some game and confidence. Honestly I’d prefer it if it wasn’t my mom but you haven’t slept with anyone.” She tells you. “Oh my god if you two got married then you’d be my mother in law.” She says and you snort.

“Marriage? Bec she doesn’t even know I like her.” You say and she looks at you.

“Then tell her you coward.” She says and you look at her.

“Coward?” You say and gasp.

“Yes! You’ve liked her for 4 years already. If that hasn’t changed yet then you’re not gonna stop liking her.” She says and you sigh.

“By the way I’m sleeping with you in your bed tonight.” You tell her.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to shadow your mom tomorrow.” You say and she rolls her eyes.

“Of course you are.” She says and you snort.

“Believe it or not but I want to shadow her because she’s a good teacher and not because of my feelings.”

“Why not shadow my aunt Barb then?” She says and you sigh.

“Ok it’s also because of my feelings, but your mom is a good teacher.”

“I know she is.” Becca says and you tape up the box.

*A few hours later*

“I’ll help you figure something out, you’ll be fine.” Becca tells you as you get back to her house.

“Oh my god Y/n, what happened?” Melissa asks as you’re crying.

“She got a call from her landlord saying that her apartment flooded badly and they have to redo the entire place. They said it’s gonna take 3-4 months to do.” Becca tells her mom. “They gave her the money back and we already gave up our dorm room.” She adds on.

“I have nowhere to go.” You sob out and Melissa brings you in for a hug and lets you cry into her chest.

“Hon, you don’t have nowhere to go. You can stay here with us.” Melissa says softly and you sniffle and pull back.

“What?” You ask her, not sure if you heard her correctly.

“You can stay here with us until you find another place.” She says and gives you a smile.

“Would any of your guys know of a place within her budget?” Becca asks her mom.

“I can definitely ask around.” Melissa says then looks at you. “We have a carpeted basement, we can get you a futon to use for now and you can stay here.” She tells you and you sniffle again.

“Really?” You ask her and she nods.

“Of course.” Melissa says. “How about for now, I heat up the leftovers from last night, then I’ll make us all some hot chocolate and we can watch booksmart again or something else.” Melissa offers and you nod before sniffing again.

“You watched booksmart last night?” Becca asks and you nod. “Awesome, love that movie.” She says and then she perks her head up. “Oh we can watch the L word, maybe seeing some tits might cheer you up.” She says and you chuckle as she hands you some tissues.

“Definitely worth a try.” Melissa says and they both look at you.

“Ok.” You say and they smile before Melissa heads to the kitchen and Becca gets the first episode of the L word ready.

During the L word, Becca gets a text from her boyfriend and you glance at her phone and she catches you.

“No eavesdropping.” She says and shoves you away, causing you to bump into Melissa. 

“Hey.” You tell her casually and she giggles.

“Hey hon, got shoved by my daughter I see.” She says and you nod. “Feel any better?” She asks and you nod again.

“A lot better, thank you.” You tell her and she wraps an arm around you and gives you a kiss on your head. Becca sees the interaction and sneaks a picture and smiles. 

The next day you get up bright and early and your alarm also wakes Becca up who hits you with a pillow until you turn it off.

“Ok ok, it’s off.” You tell her and then she goes back to sleep while you get up. You head into the bathroom with a change of clothes you brought from the dorm and get ready. 

By the time you get downstairs, Melissa is finishing getting two mugs of coffee ready for you both and has breakfast ready.

“Eat up.” She says as she sees the time. “We’re leaving in 10 minutes.” She tells you and you nod.

You both head out after eating and she drives the both of you to Abbott. You sign in and sign the forms for the cameras before Melissa brings you to the break room.

“Y/n?” Barb says as soon as she sees you. “How lovely to see you again.” She says and you say hi back to her.

“Who’s this?” Janine asks and everyone looks at you.

“This is Y/n, she’s my daughter’s best friend.” Melissa says. “She’s gonna be shadowing me for the day so all of youse be nice.” She warns them and then brings you to the table she shares with Barb.

“How was graduation, dear?” Barb asks you and you smile.

“It was good, unfortunately my parents couldn’t get time off work to come and see me but Melissa was there and cheered for me, very loudly.” You say and Melissa shrugs.

“I also took lots of pictures.” Melissa says and shows them to Barb. The rest of the Abbott crew came over to look at the pictures too.

“You and Becca look very happy.” Barb says and everyone else agrees.

“So Y/n, you’re a fellow teacher now?” Janine asks and you nod. “Maybe you can swing by my classroom and we could-”

“She ain’t shadowing you squidward.” Melissa cuts her off and Janine immediately stops. “Come with me Y/n and I’ll show you my classroom.” Melissa tells you with a smile and you both head to her classroom.

“Well she’s very protective of her.” Janine says and crosses her arms.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say Mel has a crush.” Jacob says and then all 3 of them look at Barb for confirmation. Barb just has a smile on her face and takes a sip of her coffee.

“Janine can be a bit much when you first meet her but she grows on you.” Melissa tells you as she bends forward to unlock her classroom with the key around her neck. You end up checking out her ass as she does that and then follow her in her classroom. You look at her classroom and you smile.

“This is my classroom.” She tells you.

“I like it, it feels very welcoming.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I try to make it that way.” She tells you and then she gives you a tour of the classroom until the students start arriving. 

You watch her greet all her students with a warm smile and some of them give her a high five or a hug. They all look at you as they walk in and they all take a seat as the bell rings. 

“Alright my little eagles.” She says and you laugh quietly at that from the back of the classroom. You know her love of the Philly eagles but never thought she would incorporate it in her work, although it also doesn’t surprise you. “As you probably noticed we have someone with us today and they all turn to look at you and you wave at them. “She’s just studying how I teach as she’s a teacher as well.” She tells them in a way they’ll understand. You get your notebook and pencil ready as she starts teaching and you start taking notes.

By lunchtime you have about 4 pages filled with notes about how she teaches and she brings you to the break room. The two of you start talking and eating and then you get a text from Becca.

“Is my daughter finally awake?” Melissa asks, knowing Becca likes to sleep in.

“She’s been awake for a couple hours actually.” You tell her and she laughs.

“I guess being on her own turned her into a morning person.” Melissa says. You laugh at that and then you look at the text.

Becca: 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩?

You giggle at her text before sending a quick no and then give your attention to Melissa.

“What did she tell you?” Melissa asks.

“Just an inside joke.” You tell her and she nods.

She then brings you to the couch and gets the yearly plan and her weekly plans for the class out and shows them to you. She goes over how she plans in detail and the rest of the Abbott crew just looks at Melissa and you together. You take notes about what she explains to you while also eating. You got quite good at doing homework while eating in college. You ask her questions once in a while and she answers all of them.

“Hey mom.” You hear and everyone turns to look and you see Becca there.

“What are you doing here, honey?” Melissa says and Becca slumps into the chair beside the couch.

“Will and I are having a disagreement and I usually rant to Y/n about how he’s wrong but she’s here.” Becca explains and Melissa gives you an amused look.

“I’ll get a coffee for both of us while you get the whole story.” Melissa tells you as she grabs your mug. She messes Becca’s hair up as she passes by and Becca gives her a look of disapproval.

“MOM!” She yells and Melissa just laughs. “I spent 10 minutes doing my hair.” She says.

“To impress who? You and Will aren’t talking right now.” Melissa counters and goes to the coffee machine.

“Your daughter is cute.” Janine says to Melissa.

“Ya she is.” Gregory agrees and Melissa gives him a glare. “I’m not going to hit on her, I’m with Janine and happy with her.” He defends himself with.

“Luckily she looks more like me than her good for nothing father.” She says and gets the coffees ready.

“I can’t believe we’ve known each other for 5 years and we’re just seeing your daughter now.” Jacob tells her.

“She’s been going to college for the past 4 years and was only visiting me like once a month.” Melissa tells them.

“Is that where she met Y/n?” Janine asks and Melissa nods.

“I was helping Becca bring stuff to her dorm and that’s where we first met her.” Melissa says as she watches you listen to Becca rant about Will.

“BECCA!” You yell and cover your ears. “I didn’t need to know those details.” You tell her and Melissa smiles.

“You’re such a prude.” Becca says and stands up.

“Just because I didn’t sleep with 20 people doesn’t make me a prude.” You say and Melissa coughs on her sip of coffee.

“Sorry, what was that?” Melissa asks and both you and Becca turn to her before Becca turns to look at you.

“You said you would never tell my mom.” Becca complains and you smirk.

“You give me details about your sex life and I spill secrets to your mom.” You tell her and Becca crosses her arms and huffs.

“Please tell me more things I don’t know ‘bout my daughter.” Melissa says as she walks to you both. You give Becca a look, daring her to say more about her sex life. Becca sighs before she gives up.

“Fine, I won’t say anything else, just don’t tell my mom anything else.” Becca tells you and you smile at your win.

“Well I for one would love to know what went on in college.” Melissa says as she comes to sit beside you.

“You don’t want to know.” You tell her and Becca nods her head.

“I guess as long as you’re not pregnant or had a child.” Melissa says and looks at Becca.

“You would know as Y/n and I came to see you once a month, mom.” Becca tells her.

“Tell that to all the pregnancy tests I’ve had to get you in the past 4 years.” You slip out and Melissa looks at you then Becca in shock.

“So all those safe sex talks just slipped out of your mind?” Melissa says and nobody sees Mr. Johnson eating popcorn in the corner.

“Well Y/n once made out with 10 girls in one night when she got plastered.” Becca says and you roll your eyes.

“She’s your mom Becca, not mine.” You say with a chuckle.

“You wish you could call her mommy.” Becca accidentally slips out and you widen your eyes. Everyone in the break room is dead silent and their jaws dropped and you all then hear crunching as Mr. Johnson is still eating popcorn. You then give Becca a death glare and she starts to back up. “Great to see you mom but I gotta go before Y/n kills me.” She says and runs out and you chase her.

Everyone turns to look at Melissa who’s still in shock. Does that mean you like her? 

That thought runs through her head and then Barb sees the time and tells everyone to leave to go get their class. Melissa gets to her classroom with her class and sees you leaning against the wall, pouting with your arms crossed.

“We can talk later.” She whispers to you and you sigh.

The day goes faster than you liked and before you know it, the kids are packing up and getting ready to go. Melissa drives you both back home and you both see that Becca isn’t here, either making up with Will, avoiding you or both.

“So want to tell me what Becca meant?” Melissa tells you and you look at her.

“Not really.” You tell her and she walks up to you.

“Will you anyway?” She asks of you and you sigh. You end up looking at your hands and stay quiet. “Y/n.” She says and grabs your chin and gets you to look at her. “Do you like me?” She asks and you look at her with fear in your eyes. You then nod slightly and Melissa smiles. You close your eyes before she smiles because you fear her reaction and then you suddenly feel her lips on yours. You open her eyes as soon as she pulls away and you look at her in shock. “I like you as well.” She says and your brain just logs off right there. “If you’re not going to say anything then you may as well just kiss me.” She tells you and you grab her head and kiss her. 

Melissa kisses you back roughly and gets you to walk backwards until you hit the wall. She puts one hand on the wall for balance and the other hand is on your waist to keep you close to her. You end up moaning into the kiss and Melissa trails down to your neck and starts sucking. You put your hands in her hair as you move your neck to the side to give her more access. 

“OH MY GOD!” You hear and Melissa pulls back and you both see Becca there with her jaw dropped and eyes wide open. Melissa keeps one hand on the wall and lets out a deep breath.

“Of course my daughter causes this but also interrupts.” Melissa says and you giggle.

“Ok the causing it was an accident as Y/n was spilling my secrets, interrupting it was a traumatising accident.” Becca says and Melissa laughs.

“Does knowing your mother have a sex life traumatising you?” Melissa asks her daughter.

“Not just that but you’re doing it with my best friend.” Becca complains and you smirk.

“Well your mommy is really hot.” You tease her and Becca immediately leaves and you both hear the car pull away quickly.

“I’m really hot huh?” Melissa says and you nod. “Well aren’t you sweet.” She says and kisses you.

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We meet again

a/n: talks of homophobia, ignore this if that isn’t your thing.

happy New Year’s Eve, it’s 9pm where I live so this will be my last fic of 2024 ;) stay safe, have fun!

It was a warm evening in Barcelona when I saw you again. I still loved you, not that you ever really knew, or maybe you did. 

You were sitting there in the restaurant with your friends. I was there too, waiting for a guy I barely knew but was giving a chance because my father had begged me to. 

It was the same routine. Giving them a ‘chance’ knowing I’d stopped talking to them. I started to realise that I was waiting for you. A forbidden love. 

You hadn’t noticed me yet, I of course noticed you, I always did. My date arrived and we sat down. He was different to you, they all were. Blonde, clean cut, men. I tried not to glance over at you. 

I engaged in conversation, I smiled, I laughed. I did everything you’re supposed to do on a date. But I couldn’t help stealing glancing at you. 

You got up to use the bathroom and as you walked by my table, that’s when you finally saw me. You stopped dead in your tracks, then slowly made your way to me. 

“Hey I’m sorry for interrupting, I didn’t see you walk in. How are you?” You asked, eyes genuine, truly curious. 

“Oh I’m good. I didn’t see you either!” I laughed even though it was a lie, somehow I find you in every room, every stadium. 

You look at my date and introduce yourself, you never need an introduction, everyone knows who you are but you do it anyway. “I was just heading to the restroom but let’s catch up soon.” You smiled, the kind of smile that isn’t real, just polite. 

“Yeah let’s.” You walk away, and I allow myself to breathe again. I smile at my date and we continue on. I keep thinking about you, I must be a horrible person. A good looking, well educated man sitting in front of me and all I can think about is you, you with the tattoos, the long black hair and cocky smile. The fingers that can make me forget my name. 

When you get back to your seat, we make eye contact, you smile then turn back to your friends. I recognise them all, how could I not. Alexia sits with Olga, Irene with Lucia, Patri and Claudia huddled together listening to whatever drama Maria and Leila have to share. 

There’s this weird thing about loving someone who you never got to love openly. A frightening feeling that your feelings won’t be shared. And a harbouring desire to scream them at you. 

It becomes suffocating knowing it is everything you want but wanting to protect your heart because you’re tired of people not feeling them same or being ashamed. Jenni loved the same way you did, loud, unapologetic and all consuming. No man your father picks could do that. Because no man was Jenni. 

Because of that, it becomes easier to stay quiet. To love from afar, scrolling through her instagram late at night, the shared photos, the messages. To love from a distance is to play it safe. 

My date eventually comes to an end. We get up and walk out, you’re still there laughing loudly. I look back at you one more time and then leave with him. 

I say goodbye to my date, thank him for dinner. He’s a nice guy, and will make a girl happy but he isn’t you. No one is. I don’t know what I’m waiting for, I guess I’m always waiting for you, I shouldn’t though because you won’t come. You never do. 

As I continue my walk home, my phone chimes with a message. I pulled it out, expecting it to be from one of the girls asking about the date, but it’s from you. You texted me a simple ‘get home safe.’ 

I smile, eyes skimming past our last exchange. I text back a simple ‘I will thank you.’ I watch as you start to type more, then it disappears. I convince myself it’s nothing and continue on home and I think about you. I wonder if you think about me too. 

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It was a tumultuous relationship. Plagued by fighting and jealousy. You were young, only 20 when you met her at some gala your parents were throwing. She was older, closer to 30 than you were to your teenage years. 

You’d seen her before, at one of the many parties your parents had through. She always excluded the same energy, she knew she was hot, and that made her cocky. Always with the same group of people, who you’d come to learn was the football team your parents loved. 

It was the third party they attended that you finally met. You were forced into conversation at the bar, you knew from that first interaction that you were doomed. 

Being gay wasn’t something that was spoken about within your family, they all knew but chose to ignore it. The phrase ‘you just haven’t met the right man’ was burned into your brain. Maybe you hadn’t, but you didn’t want to wait and find out. 

After the last party of the year, that happened to be the Christmas party, you left with her. the way her hand felt on your lower back, the grip her fingers had on your exposed skin, the way she made you chant her name like she was a god. It was addicting. 

Your friends hated her. While she was never outwardly rude to them, you’d always run to them after a fight. Telling them everything she said, leaving out how you were just as bad. But that’s what friends were for, right? 

Most of her friends discouraged the relationship, Jenni loved loudly and unapologetically, you did not. It was two different words, she was a star footballer, older and wiser. You were just some rich kid who had barely started their adult life. 

After a toxic and bitter end to the 18 month relationship, she left for Mexico. Not even bothering to say goodbye. Your heart shattered into pieces. The final words she spoke to you playing over in your mind for months. 

“I’m done loving someone who won’t love me back.” It’s not that you didn’t love her, the opposite in fact, it was that you never said it. She said it within the first few months, and every time it filled you with a sense of dread. 

How would you explain it to your family? The consequences of your love would outweigh anything else, so you kept quiet. 

The multiple parties a year continued on, the Barcelona players continued to come and you’d do everything in your power to steer clear of them. Occasionally it wouldn’t work and you’d be stuck with some of them for a photo or whatever. Alexia and Irene watched you sympathetically, you hated it. 

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Jenni’s pov 

The air in the restaurant was charged. Like two magnets trying to join each other but I couldn’t figure why, until I saw you. 

At first I didn’t think it was you. It had been two years since I last saw you. You were older now, more elegant, still as beautiful as ever maybe even more. But then I realised you were with someone. 

A man, who was the complete opposite of me. He was blonde, no doubt rich, clean cut and probably reached of over priced cologne.

I realised, half way to the bathroom that I’d have to walk past you to get there and took a chance. 

“Hey, I’m sorry for interrupting, I didn’t see you walk in. How are you?” I asked. 

“Oh I’m good! I didn’t see you either.” You laughed and looked down. You were lying. Anytime you lied, you would look down and fidget. It was your tell. 

I introduced myself to your date, wanting nothing more than to be polite but I couldn’t help but feel jealous. For the entire 18 months of our relationship, this is what I wanted. To take you out on dates in the fancy clothes and enjoy the overpriced wine. But he got to instead. 

“I’m just heading to the restroom but let’s catch up soon.” I said, giving a small smile. 

“Yeah let’s.” I turned around and continued on to the bathroom. Gripping the sink tightly to calm myself down. It was ridiculous that after all this time, after all the girls, I still wanted you. I still loved you. 

When I returned to the table, I couldn’t help but look over at you and to my surprise you looked back at me. As I turned back to the girls, all I could think about was you. How it would feel to love you loudly like you deserved, to show you off to everyone. It wouldn’t happen though, it couldn’t. 

Most nights, from the comfort of my apartment in Mexico, I’d scroll through your burner instagram account. The one you parents didn’t know you had, it only had a select few on it and I’d like to think you kept me there for a reason, but it was likely you just forgot. 

I watched you leave with him, his hand sprawled across the small of your back like mine used too. You looked back a final time and then you were gone. Out of sight, but not out of mind. 

I took a few minutes before pulling out my phone, rereading the last few messages we had sent each other before sending a simple ‘get home safe.’ You replied quickly, you always did. I wanted to say more, tell you everything that had happened in the last 2 years, how much I still loved you, how no one was you, but I couldn’t. 

When Leila made a joke about me texting a girl, I shook my head and put my phone away. Alexia must’ve seen, giving my shoulder a squeeze and a sad smile. 

You were the one that got away. Maybe it’s better to love you from afar, I wish you nothing but happiness, even if that means finding happiness from someone else. 

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The first party of the summer had arrived. As always it was a full on affair. Your parent’s house was decked out, over the top in your opinion. The older you got, the more insufferable these parties became. 

Other businessmen bought their wives and children, both the men’s and women’s team were there, celebrating the end of the season and their spectacle winning run. 

Tuxedos and ball gowns littered the main floor and the garden but you were stuck upstairs. A heavy weight weighing on your heart. You knew, the minute you went downstairs your father would try and introduce you to a man, your mother would be making comments about your appearance and your aunts would join in. 

The sound of knuckles on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. A few seconds later she was there, leaning on the doorway. Her usual cockiness was gone and replaced with what seemed to be anxiety. 

“Thought I’d find you here.” 

“What are you doing here? I thought you’d be in Mexico already?” 

“And miss this? Absolutely not.” She studied you with ease, reading you like a book, “your father is waiting for you. He has some guy he wants to introduce you too.” 

“Of course he does.” You stood up, smoothing down your dress. 

“Why don’t they stick?” Perhaps it was a thought she meant to keep in her head or she was actually curious. 

“What?” 

“The guys your father introduces you too? Why don’t they stick? You’re smart, elegant, attractive, so why don’t they stick?” 

“I don’t know.” You looked down towards the floor again. You knew, she knew, but she wanted you to say it. 

“You’re lying. Why don’t they stick?” She cocked an eyebrow, waiting for your reply. 

“Because none of them are you.” 

It was her turn to ask, and with bated breath she did, “what?” 

“None of them are you Jenni! You think I didn’t love you but I did! I do! My father can set me up with a hundred men but that’s a hundred people that aren’t you. So that’s why they don’t stick, because they aren’t you.” 

Her long legs crossed the room in what seemed to be milliseconds. Her lips smashed onto yours, hands holding your face tightly. It took a moment to register what was happening but when it did you couldn’t help up pull her closer. 

It could’ve been seconds or minutes that you were stuck in this battle of tongues and teeth but when the door opened you shoved her away from you, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

Your aunt Elsa was standing there, out of all the people she was the best one to catch you. Her own family, your father, considered her the black sheep of them family. Never fitting into the mould, wild and free. Loving whoever she wanted, loudly and unapologetically. It’s what you admire the most about her. 

“Your father is about to come up here and get you. You have two options.” You stared at her, confused, “option 1, you leave this room, separately and go enjoy the party. Option 2, you leave this room together, your father would be mad, your mother disappointed, the countless men waiting to meet you too. If you chose option 2, I have a friend in Mexico who can give you a place to stay, because you’ll need it. The fall out from this won’t be good. If you chose option 1, then we can walk out together, I won’t say anything ever and we’ll just pretend.” 

“I don’t want anyone else.” You blurted out, “I’ll have nothing. If I leave I have nothing.” 

“You’ll have me.” Jenni spoke up, “I can support us both, you can live with me.” 

“What if this doesn’t work out? What if it’s too good to be true?” 

“You won’t know unless you don’t try calabaza. If it truly doesn’t work out, then I’m still here. Being the black sheep.” Your aunt winked at you. “Take care of her Jennifer. I have a lot of money and can find you very quickly.” With that she left, you could hear her in the hallway, ushering your father back downstairs. 

“I’m scared.” It came out as a whisper. 

“I know. I am too. But we can do it together. If you don’t want to come to Mexico, you can stay at my apartment in Madrid or we can figure something out. Please just give us a shot. A proper shot.” It wasn’t often that Jenni begged for anything, usually she’d flash her charismatic smile and people would do as she asked. 

“Okay.” 

You left the room, together, hand in hand ready to face whatever was going to happen. The unknown is terrifying. You didn’t know how it would work with Jenni, what the future held, but she was there in your ear calming you down. 

When your father pulled you away she followed, when he exploded saying the relationship wasn’t right, she was there. She stood up for you against your parents, that’s when you realised you shouldn’t have waited so long. 

At the end of the day, all you needed was Jenni. It didn’t matter that your parents barely spoke to you, or that you were outcasted from your family. What mattered was right in front of you. 

[bitchinbarzal]

Kaia has a boyfriend | Just Fine AU

Clayton was exhausted.

Two weeks on the road, back-to-back games, early mornings, cold rinks, and an aching shoulder. He missed his bed. He missed real food. He missed Kaia.

But more than anything?

He missed his kids.

So when his phone finally buzzed with a FaceTime request—“Ellie Bug” flashing across the screen—he didn’t even hesitate.

“Hey!” he grinned when her curly head popped into view, followed by Weston’s chubby hand slapping the screen. “There’s my crew!”

“Hi Daddy!” Elodie chirped, cheeks flushed and happy. She turned the camera toward Weston, who was gnawing on a teething ring with a dramatic slurp. “He says hi too. But in baby.”

Clayton chuckled. “How’s my boy?”

“Still a drool monster,” Elodie said proudly. “He likes my singing. I sing him the frog song. And—oh! Guess what!”

“What, Bug?”

“Mommy has a boyfriend!”

Clayton blinked. “A what now?”

Elodie nodded seriously. “A boyfriend. He came over and he brought her coffee and he’s really tall and Mommy laughs at his jokes and he knows how to whistle with his fingers!”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Clayton swallowed. “Did Mommy say he was her boyfriend?”

“No,” Elodie shrugged. “But he brought her stuff and that’s what boyfriends are?”

“Right,” Clayton said tightly. “Thanks for telling me, Bug.”

Elodie didn’t notice the change in his tone. She just started singing something off-key to Weston while Clayton stared blankly at his own reflection in the screen.

When he called Kaia twenty minutes later, he didn’t lead with kindness.

“So. You have a new boyfriend?”

Kaia, in the middle of folding Weston’s laundry, blinked at the screen. “What?”

“Elodie told me all about him. Tall. Funny. Shows up when I’m not here. Sound familiar?”

Her brows furrowed. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m tired, Kai. I’ve been gone for two weeks and now I get a call from our daughter talking about some guy who brings you coffee and makes you laugh—”

“It was Lola’s friend,” Kaia snapped. “You know, from work? The one who helped her move last month? He dropped off something for her while she was at our place. I said thanks and took the damn latte because I was holding Weston in one arm and covered in spit-up.”

Clayton’s jaw clenched. “So you’re saying it was nothing.”

“I’m saying Elodie is four and makes up stories when people don’t explain things right!” Kaia said, exasperated. “She also told her teacher last week that I’m a spy and you’re a firefighter!”

Clayton exhaled sharply, already feeling the guilt crawling up his spine. “I just… I don’t like the idea of someone else stepping in when I’m not there.”

Kaia’s voice softened. “No one’s stepping in, Clay.”

There was silence between them—long and heavy.

Finally, she sighed. “You miss us.”

He nodded. “So much it physically hurts sometimes.”

“Then just say that,” she whispered. “Don’t accuse me of something because our daughter said something four-year-olds say. I love you. This—” she gestured to the screen, “—is my family.”

Clayton rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Tell Bug she’s grounded for giving me a heart attack.”

Kaia grinned, the tension dissolving. “She’s currently coloring the dog with sidewalk chalk. I’ll add it to the list.”

Clayton smiled tiredly. “I’ll be home in three days.”

“We’ll be here,” Kaia said softly. “Your real family. No coffee guy included.”

And just like that, they were okay again.

Because sometimes, love looked like miscommunication, tension, and FaceTime fights.

But it also looked like forgiveness. And sidewalk chalk. And a four-year-old who just wanted to share the news.

[musical-shit-show]

little taste of heaven

Pairing: Adam (Hazbin Hotel) x Sinner!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #53 (“why don’t you make me?”) from Prompt List #1 and #78 (“oh, i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”) from Prompt List #2 with added inspiration taken from a request from the lovely @odins-nsfw

Warnings: cursing, Adam is an asshole (what else is new), tiny bit of angst if you squint, general kinda rough smut (18+, MINORS DNI!!!), oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, digital manipulation, unprotected sex, Adam and reader are definitely toxic, enemies that are also lovers :)

Word Count: 2,149

Author’s Note: This took me a little longer to write but I’m very happy with how it turned out! Definitely getting more comfortable with writing smut, and writing for Adam is still proving to be very fun. Thanks to everyone who has interacted with my other Adam one shots (which you can read here and here); it seriously means so much to see the positive feedback. I still have one more request in my inbox, but I will definitely be writing for more Hazbin characters as the year goes on (especially since we don’t know when the show is coming back). But if you’d like to submit an ask, check out my About Me page, Prompt Lists, and other works in my Masterlist! Thanks and happy reading, depraved sinners!

“Hey, toots, settle a bet for us, would ya?” you heard Angel Dust call to you from across the hotel lobby. Ever since Charlie Morningstar successfully staved off an attack from Heaven’s army, you decided to join her crusade towards redeeming the seemingly irredeemable.

You were first assigned as a quasi-concierge, since you had spent most of your time in Hell bouncing from one side of the Pride Ring to the other. You hopped up from your desk and met Angel, who was slumped across the bar; Husk was silently cleaning a glass, a small smirk on his feline face.

“What’s up, guys?” you breathed, counting the seconds until your shift ended. You were grateful for the free accommodations that the hotel provided, but you didn’t expect the afterlife would involve diving into the wonderful world of customer service.

The porn star shifted his gaze to Husk, and you could tell they were both up to something. “Are ya fuckin’ the angel or what?” the bartender asked, his voice gruff. Angel almost spit out the swig of malt liquor he had just taken.

You feigned confusion, turning to the spider-like demon. “Angel Dust, I think I would know if I were fucking the biggest porn star—”

“Actor.”

“—Actor,” you corrected yourself, “on this side of Hell. You should know he’s not my type, Husk, honest.”

Angel Dusk tsked. “You know that’s not who we’re talking about, babycakes,” he said, his voice lowering, “We’re talking about the angel. Or, I guess the fallen angel.”

Oh, shit.

You shifted uncomfortably on the barstool, swirling the whiskey glass Husk had placed in front of you. “No clue what you mean by that.”

“Bullshit,” Husk said testily.

“See, I told you she’d lie,” Angel drawled, smiling smugly, “You can read it on her pretty little face.” You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.

Yes, you had been fucking Adam. And yes, you had been keeping it from the rest of the hotel residents. Even after showing up—in a new demonic form, no less—to be redeemed, you knew no one, not even Charlie, trusted him fully after the last botched exorcism and direct attack on the hotel itself.

But he was drawn to you almost immediately, singling you out as someone to pursue and torment. And stupidly, you found yourself attracted to him, despite your better judgement.

“Who told you,” you deadpanned.

Angel Dust’s gaze flickered from you to Husk and back again. He sure knew how to be a fucking tease.

“Your stupid boyfriend,” Husk confirmed, not wanting to torture you any longer.

“Ya shoulda seen him bragging about it last night,” Angel added, no doubt living for the drama this would cause, “He’s got some loose lips once the booze starts flowin’. Real keeper if ya ask me.”

Stomach in knots, you attempted to put up a brave face, even with their taunting. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you said definitively, now feeling anger welling up inside you.

This was all Adam’s fault. He couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut and now you were the one dealing with the humiliating fallout. “Fine, fuck buddy, whatever,” Angel corrected, watching as you stood up from the barstool in a huff, “Doesn’t sound like it’ll last very much longer, given the look on your face.”

You rolled your eyes, completely over this conversation. “Would you excuse me?” you asked rhetorically, your voice dripping with poison. Even Angel looked perturbed for a moment.

Husk glanced over to his companion as you hopped off the barstool, practically seething, “Yeah, ‘course toots,” Angel called after you, still clearly tickled by this development. He loved this kind of soap opera drama bullshit.

You were still able to hear Husk say “Oh she’s gonna fuckin’ murder him,” as you climbed the steps and stomped to Adam’s room.

Pounding on the door, anger and embarrassment grew like a vicious virus inside you. When no one answered, you pressed your ear against the door and was met with the irritating sound of a whiny electric guitar.

“Perfect,” you muttered to yourself as you grabbed the ring of keys Charlie had given you when you were on shift. Even though you had technically clocked out, you weren’t above bending the rules to give Adam a piece of your mind.

You threw open the door, letting the thud as it hit the wall startle the fallen angel strumming his guitar lazily. “Jesus fu—” he started to say as he shifted on his bed, but then his eyes softened at the sight of you, “Oh, hey babe—”

“Don’t you ‘hey babe’ me, you fucking prick,” you spat, fire practically spewing from your mouth, “You’ve been telling people about us?!”

A tense pause.

“Maybe.”

Another pause.

“No?”

You could feel your eye beginning to twitch.

“Ugh, fine. Yes. But what’s the big deal?” Adam asked incredulously, finally putting his guitar down.

You paused for a moment, your anger simmering. The big deal was that you were embarrassed. That the thought of you and Adam going public made you look like a desperate sinner latching onto the only other wayward soul that would look your way.

And hell, you actually liked sneaking around, until he ruined it with his big, dumb mouth of his.

And maybe, just maybe, you were afraid that once the novelty wore off and everyone knew about you two, Adam would leave you behind and move onto the next shiny new toy to waltz into the hotel.

“Cat got your tongue, dollface?” he prodded, wanting to get a rise out of you. It was one of his new favorite pastimes.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, your anxiety being replaced by annoyance. “Jesus fucking Christ do you ever shut up?” The former angel smirked, his eyes flitting up and down your form.

“First off, don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” he said as you rolled your eyes, “It’s fucking rude.”

You wanted to punch him.

“Second, why don’t you make me?”

That was the last straw.

You lunged at him, practically pouncing on top of him to kiss him hungrily. Adam knew exactly how to push your buttons, and pathetic as it was, you actually fell for it every time.

You were straddling him, and felt him wince as you bit his lip in the heat of the angry makeout. Adam knew you were pissed, and the more you fought for dominance, the harder he felt himself get. 

After all, pleasure always tasted sweeter with a little pain. And you tasted fucking delicious.

Adam groaned as you pulled away from him, your face still radiating with heat and anger. You weren’t letting him off that easily, and he knew it.

“Lie down,” you muttered, your eyes scanning his smug expression. “Now.” Wordlessly, Adam complied, lying on his back as you removed your pants and underwear swiftly.

Adam raised his head slightly just in time to watch you remove your shirt and throw it across the room in a huff. He waited patiently for you to do his own disrobing on his behalf; the lazy bastard loved when you rode him.

But he didn’t feel the desperate grasp of your hands around his cock.

No, instead, you climbed up his chest, until you were eye to eye, his gold pupils dilated. “I’m going to have to take drastic measures to shut you up, aren’t I?”

Adam felt his pulse quicken. “What’d you have in mind?”

A sinful smile spread across your face. “Something I know you hate,” you teased, cupping his face gently, doing your best to seduce him into submission, “And something I happen to know your bestie Luci is very talented at.”

Adam gripped your arm, pulling your hand away from his face. You became frightened for a second, before he started peppering the inside of your wrist with small love bites.

The games you played toed a dangerous line between love and hate, and luckily Adam had been fucking you long enough to understand the moves you were making.

“I’m not eating you out,” he said, his expression darkening, “And don’t try to bait me with that little pretty boy. It won’t work.”

You felt your pulse quicken; clearly you had struck a nerve. You just had to push him a little further to get your way.

“Is that why Lilith really left?” you said, rolling your hips against his, feeling how hard he was underneath you, “Because you couldn’t…satisfy her the way that Lucifer could?”

You knew this would send him over the edge. And the moment you looked into his burning gold eyes, you knew you had won.

A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he growled, tugging at the hair at the nape of your neck. You smirked as he finally complied and laid on his back. Adam would rather give up control than have his skills in the bedroom be compared to the King of Hell.

You knew he was insecure, and if he was going to be a dick about it, the least you could do was take advantage.

Before he could change his mind, you placed each thigh on either side of his head, kneeling until your aching core met the lower half of his face. After a few seconds of resistance, you felt his lips part and flinched as his tongue slid into you.

“I can’t believe this was—ah—” you bucked your hips as he found his way to your clit, “This was the only way to get you to shut the fuck up.” You felt a hum of disapproval as his slender hands found his way to your ass.

You smiled to yourself as you felt the annoyed hum that radiated from your stubborn lover’s mouth. Finding your pace, you felt the tension in your abdomen rising as Adam continued to eat you out.

For not loving the act, you had to admit he was good at it. Feeling his tongue swirl inside you sent a shiver down you spine, and you felt a yelp leave your lips as he slapped your ass as you continued to buck on top of him.

In retaliation, he tried teasing you with small sucks and flicks, but you didn’t care; the fact that he was focusing on your gratification for a change was rewarding enough.

After a few minutes, though, the fallen angel had had enough of your domineering; if he was going to finish you off, he was going to do it his way.

Coming up for air, he placated you by circling one of his fingers around your clit. “Alright baby, you got what you wanted,” he breathed, “Now it’s my turn.”

In one fell swoop, he flipped you over onto your back, and disrobed in the blink of an eye. ‘Showoff,’ you thought to yourself, annoyed by the lack of his mouth on your pussy.

Before you could protest, two of his long fingers found his way inside you, pumping and curling to hit your sweet spot.

“After this, I’m gonna fuck you into oblivion,” Adam muttered, his tempo growing more erratic, “You’re lucky I’m even bothering to get you off after your little outburst, but you can consider it a favor this time.”

You tried to focus more on satisfying sensation you were feeling than his bitching. “It’s the least you could do after that bullshit you pulled with Husk and Angel,” you said, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your back as you tightened around him, “They’ll fucking crucify me.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, baby,” he cooed, resting his thumb on your bud as he continued to pump his fingers into you, “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

It only took a few more moments of stimulation for you to humiliatingly come undone around him, knowing he’d make you pay for it later.

Getting off always seemed to come with a price when it came to fucking Adam; at the very least you were able to shut him up for a few glorious minutes.

You contemplated if the grilling from the other guests and constant bickering was worth it, but you didn’t have much time to change your mind. Adam pulled you off your back and onto your stomach, and you winced as he slammed his cock into you, your ass on full display as he took you from behind.

You gripped the sheets, the friction of him inside you equal parts painful and gratifying. ‘Another question for another day,’ you thought, burying your face into the mattress as he fucked you at an agonizingly delicious pace.

Right now, you had a pissy angel to placate and a couple of sinners to swear to secrecy.

Royally fucked didn’t even begin to describe the mess you had gotten yourself into.

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[holocene-sims]

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june 3, 2022 5:05 p.m. casbah gallery

[henry] hey, i wanted to thank you. this wouldn’t have been possible without you.

[cerise] oh, i didn’t do much, just poked around my contacts until i found someone with an open gallery space. you did all the talking and organizing, and grant was the one to approach me for help.

[henry] either way, my mom and i aren’t involved in the highbrow art scene anymore. it wouldn’t have been easy for us to find someone and then get them on board. there are lots of artists and not a lot of gallery space. but you know people, you have some sway, you felt like you owed grant a favor, and he called it in for me, so that’s all unusually convenient.

[cerise] well, you're very welcome. i'm happy i could be useful!

[soobin] by the way, where is your brother–never mind, there he is!

[grant] hi! i'm sorry i'm just arriving now! not that you need an explanation, but i will give you one anyway. i had to go home and change clothes after my visit with therapist, and i hit rush hour traffic coming back this way. did i miss anything?

[henry] oh no, you’re three minutes past opening! horrible news, they’ve removed all the art already. absolutely all the art. you missed everything.

[grant] darn, i guess i fucked up big time. i guess i'll just have to look at all this “definitely not art” stuff on the walls instead.

[henry] no, but you really haven’t missed anything. my mom hasn’t even come out to start schmoozing yet. she’s, uh, somewhere.

[soobin] she said she was going to meet someone and walk them over here because they weren’t sure where to go. she’ll be back soon.

[grant] oh, okay, okay, got it! i was wondering where she was so i could go say hi. she is, for all intents and purposes, the star tonight, in lieu of resident artist.

[grant] have you guys done the big tour of the room yet?

[henry] cerise has, soobin and i haven’t. to be honest, i was waiting for you. i'm beyond happy to see my dad’s art out of storage and displayed somewhere nice, but…

[grant] but it’s emotionally intense to go and look at each piece up close?

[henry] exactly. i could use another emotional support figure before doing it. i haven’t seen any of these paintings in almost a decade. i mean, yes, i saw them when i helped my mom pack up her house and when we transported the paintings here a few weeks ago, but that’s different. that’s just glancing in their direction.

[henry] you know me, i don’t cry, but if i could, i would. it feels like i'm saying goodbye to my dad a second time.

[grant] well, it's perfectly fine if you do cry.

[henry] also, i thanked cerise, but i should thank you for the billionth time, too. thank you for helping us save my dad’s art. we’ve had room to keep it all because we’ve had my dad’s studio room to store it, even after he passed, but my mom can’t take everything with her to the new house.

[soobin] we would have tried, but we don't have the space now, and we won't down the line either because we agreed to move in with her in korea.

[henry] and no one else we know has room to take anything other than a favorite piece or two, so it was sell it or try to display it somewhere. you know all this, though.

[grant] ah now, we couldn’t sell it, could we? your dad was fond of ranting about the "evils" of private collecting.

[henry] right. my mom briefly considered it, but it felt wrong. he really was a big believer in “art is for the public.” she also considered just renting some kind of space to store it again, but that felt wrong, too. all these years, it was at least in the room where he loved to paint. shoving it all in a storage unit seems cruel. his work deserves more respect than that. it should be seen.

[henry] trying to get it displayed was the dream, but it felt entirely like a pipe dream for a while. so, yeah, thanks for being on the same page about it and doing what you could to make the dream come true.

[grant] you don’t have to thank me. i know how terribly it hurts to lose the last reminders you have of someone you love. i want you to have his art preserved.

[wheatnoodle]

i love you, evangeline

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“so,” dustin says around a mouthful of french toast that has him spewing crumbs everywhere, “can i ask about…y’know…you becoming…you?”

“yeah, sure. ask away. we didn’t do secrets before this,” evie freezes briefly as she grabs a napkin to give him. her face cringes slightly. “sorry about that, by the way.”

dustin flaps the napkin to wave her worry off. “dude, you could literally get killed if you tell the wrong person.”

“way to remind us,” robin rolls her eyes over her coffee mug.

“anyways!” evie cuts in with a clap of her hands. “your questions?”

“oh! right. i wrote them down,” dustin says and pulls out his phone to open his notes.

“he wrote them down,” robin repeats sarcastically under her breath, earning a snort from evie and a glare from dustin that has her raising her hands in surrender.

dustin takes a sip of his orange juice and clears his throat. “okay. did you know before you left hawkins? how did you figure it out?”

“yeah, i knew before i left. i think right around when the whole…vecna thing happened was when i really understood what was up,” evie nods thoughtfully, “like, i always felt…different? or just lost, i guess. and then with starting to find words to put to my feelings, like transgender and dysphoria, it started to feel like maybe i wasn’t so weird. robin and i went shopping and tried on like skirts and stuff and that was wild. and then i started thinking about all the girls i had dated and what that meant, and honestly, i think i wanted to be them rather than be with them.”

“so if you didn’t want to be with them, are you gay? or…i guess straight? like you like dudes?” dustin asks, his brows drawn as he listens.

“y’know, i haven’t really thought too much about it but…yeah,” she shrugs. “i guess i’d say i’m straight since i like men.”

“cool,” he nods with a smile. “damn, so even as a girl, you and robin still won’t date.”

“oh dude, i was struggling helping her out with everything after her boob job. i swear, i was no better than a man,” robin says across the table.

“she wore an ace bandage as a blind fold,” evie laughs, tossing her head back. dustin giggles as he watches robin pick up the newspaper to smack evie with, her cheeks bright red.

“is it only robin and now me who knows?” he continues along with his questioning.

“you two and my dad’s secretary since he didn’t feel like answering the phone. she congratulated me, by the way,” evie smirks at the end. just picturing her dad’s face if he were to hear the news. the rage, the steam coming from his ears. screams that could be heard blocks away as he throws another lamp. and his loyal secretary of 8 years has already congratulated his daughter and told her how happy she is for her. robin high fives her every time she gets to mention it.

“damn! i cant imagine how much that took for you to cal him. nice work,” dustin smiles proudly. “would you ever want to tell more people from hawkins?”

she’s silent for a minute. it’s something she didn’t think she’d ever consider doing. and yet, she can’t outright say no.

“i think so. someday. i hope.”

“i could…ease them into the idea so it’s less of a shock? just like…gauge where everyone’s head is at in regards to transgender individuals, give you two updates, see where to go from there?” dustin suggests with a shrug. robin’s brows raise under bangs. now that’s an idea she hasn’t had yet.

“that sounds…good,” evie nods confidently after a second, a new smile blooming on her face. robin cheers from her seat and throws her arms in the air. “just be subtle! don’t walk in all ‘hey guys, how do you feel about hypermasculine jocks from small towns turning into women who wanna be barbie?’.”

“oh no, you stole my plan word for word,” dustin rolls his eyes. “no shit i’ll be subtle. it’s a shame a side effect of estrogen isn’t intelligence.”

“don’t forget i’m hosting you,” evie warns with a pointed finger.

“yes, mom,” he sighs heavily, “okay, you can stop me if this is too far. you said you got your boobs done, did you get…like…the surgery? like the surgery?”

“not too far, honestly. yeah, i got it about…a year ago, actually! ahh happy birthday to me!” evie claps excitedly.

“does it work?”

“DUSTIN!”

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“i just don’t get why he hasn’t said anything. he said he would update us what she’s like, i mean c’mon, he’s the first one invited over! the first one allowed over! he promised to text when he got there, what if something happened? did everyone die? him and robin are silent! nobody answers their texts!”

“eddie! will you please just stop? dustin is fine and i am sure he isn’t wooing your fairy princess, love of your life, big stupid crush, ms evangeline,” gareth groans. he’s laying upside down on the couch in his and eddie’s apartment, curls dangling to the ground. it’s been forever of listening to eddie gush about robin’s roommate and now it’s just even worse with dustin staying with them. the least eddie could do is stop pacing in front of him, he’s making him motion sick watching his legs go back and forth.

finally, eddie flips down next to him with a heavy sigh. he takes a long swig of his beer, effectively draining half of it down his throat, before just staring at the ceiling.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. you’re right. everything’s fine. plus, it’d be pretty fucked of him to go flirt with her when i called dibs.”

“you can’t dibs a woman-“

“yeah, yeah, shut up.” eddie lightly kicks at gareth’s shoulder. he sighs again, his finger fiddling with the wrapper on his beer bottle. “…do you think he’s mentioned me?”

“that’s it, i need a knife.”

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[blippymilk]

Do You Have Something to Tell Me?

Veneer x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re a normal teen in Mount Rageous, and the biggest Veneer fan known to man. Everybody that knows you knows it too. Unfortunately it’s highly unlikely to date the celebrity of your dreams…unintentionally.

A/N: I’m working on the request but I’ve had this for a bit so I finished it today and uploaded it for the time being.Also please forgive me if I use a certain amount of pronouns. With other content I’ve made before I’ve usually made female reader content so if I say she, as in referring to you please forgive me.

Happy New Years 🥳🎉

“Seriously (____)?” one of your friends side eyed you as as you burst out in giggles in response. You had invited your two best friends over (Liliana and Romar) for your annual two night sleepovers, and currently you were killing time by watching Veneer and Velvet’s (mostly Veneer) latest concert footage. Well not really killing time according to you, it was a way of life.

“You seriously brought us over here to watch you drool over Veneer?” Liliana continued as your giggling came to a halt. “I did not invite you over here for that. Especially since I am watching Veneer AND Velvet, get it straight guys.” You replied as Romar got up and came over to your bed where you were watching on your MacBook. “Sweetie you literally zoomed in on him and cropped his sister out…” you started kicking your feet and giggling again. “This is insane, I’ve never met anyone with such an obsession over anybody ever. You don’t even pay your boyfriend this much attention.” Liliana said and Romar agreed. “Who?” You said still staring at the screen as your friends both leaned back and cocked an eyebrow at you. “Oh, Jalen…him…right.” You sighed closing your laptop.

It was silent for a while before anyone spoke again. “How about we do our favorite activity to do when we’re all together?” Romar asked as you and Liliana perked up. “SHOPPING!” You all shouted in unison.

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“Let’s do a challenge guys.” You said to your friends as you all entered the Mount Rageous Mall. “Let’s put outfits together with a budget, a timer, and a person to customize.” You said as your friends agreed. “Bet. But where will we get the details from?” Liliana asked. “A generator or something.” Romar grabbed his phone and typed in a few things. The results ended up being: a budget of 35$, 40 minutes, and Romar got you, you got Liliana, and Liliana got Romar.

“On a count of three…” Liliana started, suddenly both of you almost fell over with the quick take off of Romar running through the mall. “HEY! WE’RE NOT done y-yet…and he’s gone.” She said as you both simultaneously face palmed and took off two different directions.

Your first stop was a store that was highly underrated in your opinion. It had great and reasonably priced outfits and none of your friends knew about it (yes you were gatekeeping but who cares). You ran all up and down the store for something Liliana might like. ‘Her favorite color is green, that’s a start’ you thought. You finally found a green top in her size and were now looking for some bottoms. You looked at the timer ‘32 minutes left’. You had to hurry and find some bottoms because more people started to enter the store. ‘Huh, guess this store’s not too underrated anymo-” your thoughts were cut short as you noticed someone running at the same pace towards you, and quite literally collided with them.

‘Sh*t that hurt’. The person you collided into let out a sort of high pitched “OW” that was very dramatic and dragged out. He almost sounded like…no. You sat up planning to apologize to the person, hoping it would roll over and you could be on your way. After all you only had 29 minutes left to checkout then hit up the accessory store.

“I’m sorr-”

“Ow, what the hell’s wrong with you?”

That shut you up real quick. What weren’t about to do was apologize to a blockhead. There was something weird about the way he responded. His high pitched voice had deepened when he came to his senses. “Excuse me?” You said standing up as he did too. The guy had a purple hoodie on covering his hair, but left some strands of it hanging, which was green. He had on glasses covering his eyes, pale white skin, and purple lipstick. He almost reminded of someone but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“You should watch where you’re going next time.” The boy said dusting himself off. Now you were getting angry and the guy stuttered a bit. “Wait that’s not what I-” “Who do you think you are?” You blurted out.

“I was just saying…”

“Well maybe if you’d stop running your mouth every three seconds, your future altercations could be less painful.” And with that you grabbed your items off the floor, and made your way to the checkout leaving the boy stunned.

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After hitting up the accessory store you and your friends had planned to meet up in the food court. “I seriously think I won this, like no joke.” Romar said. “Absolutely not it was me!” Liliana said shaking him. “I don’t know Lili, the outfit I picked out for you was kinda cute.” You said as you three went back and forth.

“Y’all are exhausting and I’m hungry, let’s eat.” Romar said and the disagreement was over as you three frantically traced the smells in the food court. Once in line you told your friends about the interaction with the rude guy you’d met in the store you went to. “Girl I woulda beat his as*” Lili said getting rowdy. “Uh we don’t condone violence over here mam.” Romar laughed as you two chuckled.

Once you ordered Romar offered to wait for everyone’s food and Lili took a phone call. You decided to sit down at a empty table and scroll through social media to kill time. You had scrolled endlessly for a few minutes before a Veneer edit popped up on your for you page. You stopped and watched it again, and again, and again, and maybe another time.

It’s only when a sudden voice snapped you out of your daydream, “Hey.” You jumped quickly and looked where the voice was coming from. It was that rude dude from the store earlier behind you. Rolling your eyes you quickly got up to leave but he stopped you, “Wait please don’t go.” He said. ‘He thinks I’m really gonna stay after the way he was talking to me earlier’ you thought, but you did stay.

You looked up at him waiting for him to speak again, you also noticed him eyeing your phone. The Veneer edit was still on repeat. ‘How embarrassing’ you turned your phone off and laughed nervously. You wondered if he had been behind you when you had the edit on loop, or if you were almost drooling or flustered at all.

“What is it?” You asked him as he turned his attention back to you. “Oh right um,” he sat down in the chair across from you, “I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I don’t usually act that way I actually felt really bad.” He said as you eyed him, like you were scanning him. “I’m so serious, like what I was saying I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I have a lot of things to think about right now and I guess I didn’t think too hard on how to approach the situation.” He continued. You “scanned” him even more, he seemed sincere.

Suddenly your face softened and you could to tell his worry dropped a little too. “It’s ok I get it, I’m sorry for not hearing you out I was just in a rush.” He smiled a bit at this. “So what’s your name?” He asked. “I’m (____). What about you?” You asked. “Oh I’m V-Victor.” He said almost as if he was thinking too hard. “Nice to meet you Victor.” “You too.” “So do you live around here?” You two were in such deep conversation you didn’t see your friends staring you and this boy down until the had to frantically wave at you. You let them know you’d be there soon with your face and they took off somewhere in a hurry. Actually a couple people did, there was a little crowd forming at the front of the mall.

“What’s going on?” You said looking at the front, mid conversation. Victor looked almost panicked for a moment but calmed his face. “Not sure but I think I have to get going.” He said grabbing his bags. “Ok I get it, do you mind if I ask you one more thing though?” you asked. “Hit me.” He replied. “Why are you wearing glasses, can I see your eyes before you go?” You chuckled as he did the same. “Not this time, maybe another time.” He smiled at you, grabbed his last bag, and just like that he was gone.

‘Another time?’ You thought. He’s gotta be stupid there’s like a one in a thousand chance you’ll ever run into him again at Mount Rageous. You looked down at your phone and on top of it laid a piece of paper. You opened it to find a note: “Call me sometime? ;)” with a phone number under it and Victor’s name. He was quick with it.

Was he flirting with you? Why else would he put a winky face. ‘Little does he know, I’m loyal to my boyfriend’ you thought. “And my future husband Veneer.” You thought out loud before quickly closing your mouth and hoping nobody heard you. That’s when you realized more than half of the people at the food court was gone.

Suddenly Lili came up to you and grabbed your hand, “Come on come on! (Name) you will not believe what’s happening!” She sqeauled. “What? Just tell me!” You shouted while she dragged you to the front of the mall. “No you have to see it for yourself.” She said. “Nope,” you stopped and pulled your arm back, “I won’t go until you tell me what it is.” You tried being stubborn and it was working, Lili’s eye twitched a bit. “Fine! You wanna know so bad, it’s Velvet!” She sqeauled loosing her composer. “Velvet? As in-” “THE Velvet! Superstar and sibling to your man Veneer yes!” But you had only heard up to the Veneer part because you took off.

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mastermind, part one - theodore nott

hi omg im back😍🙌

ok so this is part one of a series called "mastermind" (inspired by the song “mastermind” by taylor swift). its a theodore nott fic and starts from the beginning of sixth year until the end of seventh, im literally making it up as i go😍🙏.

academic rivals, enemies to lovers, one bed trope, heavy angst at times and all that so enjoy��😋

this ones a short one for now but part two is halfway done and should be out sometime this weekend🤞🤞

please lmk what you think: what were your fav parts? anything i should change?

and maybe repost if you feel extra generous :))

warnings: none for now<33

masterlist

theodore nott masterlist

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“Hey, wait on!”

I turn around to see Hermione running to catch up with me, her suitcases on her trolley and her cat happily meowing in its cage.

“Hermione!” I exclaim as I give one of the trolley boys my trolley and go to hug her.

“Oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in ages!” she sighs as she hugs back tightly.

“I know, you promised to write, why didn’t you?” I say.

“Oh shush, it’s not like you sent me any care packages anyways.” she replies as she links our arms and starts leading us to one of the carriages once we’ve taken our pets off.

Hermione and I have been friends since the beginning of our first year, before we were friends with Ron and Harry actually.

To say that my mother was happy with our friendship is a huge lie.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Even her name disgusts me, much less the things she’s done.

She was mortified. I still remember the look on her face when I brought Hermione over one time.

“A mudblood?” she had exclaimed.

“Why on earth would you want to be friends with the likes of them? You’re surely not my daughter, that’s for one thing.”

Hermione and I both knew what rejection felt like. Her, with most of the pureblood Slytherins, and me, with my pureblood Slytherin family.

My aunts and uncles are probably the worst of the bunch surprisingly.

Lucius and Nesta Malfoy.

Even their names are filled with poison.

Not to mention my cousin. Draco.

What a horrible waste of a family.

My uncle, Sirius, is the only one in the family who understands me. Coming from a highly Slytherin pureblood family, we were the only Gryffindors. God knows why.

I think the neglect from my mother and most family is what made me and Hermione such good friends. We both knew how the other felt.

“Have you seen Ron or Harry around yet?” I asked, settling down in the train cabin in the train with my cat, Alfie, in my lap.

“No, not yet. They should be coming up soon though.” Hermione replied and surely enough the door to the cabin opened and in came a mess of ginger hair, already complaining about God knows what;

closely followed by Harry who tried to say hello before he was cut off.

“Guys you’ll never guess what. Mum made me wear Fred and George’s old jumpers again. As if I’ll ever fit into these, they’re huge! And another thing, she said I’m not allowed to get a new pet so I’m stuck with this old bird.” he finishes his rant as he points to the old caged owl in his hands.

“Hello to you too Ron.” I say after a pause.

“Oh yeah, hi guys!” he says smiling.

Hermione rolls her eyes at him with a smile and pats on the space next to her, motioning him to sit down and Harry sits next to me after hugging me and Hermione.

“So what’s all this about Draco and a weird-looking cabinet? And who are all these people you’re talking about?” Ron asks Harry settling down and rubbing his hands together to warm them up.

“Don’t you see? It was a ceremony, an initiation.” Harry says, looking over at me.

“Stop that rubbish Harry. I know where you’re going.” Hermione says, trying to ignore whatever Harry and Ron were talking about and looking out the window.

“No guys listen to me, it’s happened. He’s one of them.” Harry says the last part quietly.

“One of what?” Ron asks, confused as I take a sigh and say,

“Harry’s under the impression that Draco Malfoy is a death eater.”

“You're barking.” Ron says as he sits up, ‘What would You-Know-Who want with Malfoy, he hasn’t got any hair to want Malfoy’s bleach bottle.”

“Well then what’s he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Browsing for furniture?” Harry quips.

“It’s a creepy shop. He’s a creepy bloke. Put two and two together and there you go.” Ron responds.

“Look, his dad’s a Death Eater, his aunt’s a Death Eater, most of his family is, whos to say he isn’t following in their footsteps.” Harry says as I look away in shame.

Harry realises his poor choice in words and says, “I need some air.” and walks out the cabin.

“He’s going mad I’m telling you.” Ron says to Hermione and I.

Hermione and I don’t say anything in response but busy ourselves with our reading books while Ron raids the sweet trolley.

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It only took us around half an hour to get settled in our dorms again, this being our seventh year we had a lot more practice and we were all now making our way to the great dining hall.

“Welcome all students…” McGongall’s voice boomed as we took our seats, Hermione and Dean Thomas on either side of me with Ron and Ginny in front. Our table was on the other side of the hall to the Slytherin table but I could still see my cousin's crispy fried blonde hair as he took his seat next to one of his friends.

What was his name again?

Thomas?

Timothy?

“Why are you staring at Theodore Nott? I thought you hated him.” Ron interrupts my thoughts as he shoves a piece of chicken in his mouth.

Theodore. Right.

“And now with the sorting ceremony finished for another year, let us feast!” McGonagall’s voice, thankfully for once, gave me a chance to change the subject before things got weird.

“What? No I’m not, pass the mashed potatoes.” I say shrugging it off as I draw my attention to Hermione.

“Where’s Harry, he’s already missed the welcoming.” Hermione says, looking around in anticipation, clearly worried.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be here in a moment.” Ron responds shoving a spoon of jelley in his mouth.

Jelly with chicken? Ew.

Hermione stares at him for a moment before hitting him with her book repeatedly, making me laugh, “Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing.” “Oi! Turn around you lunatic.”

We turn to where Ron is looking and see Harry walking towards us with a white cloth at his nose, stained in blood.

“Why do you always have to be covered in blood?” I say, taking the cloth from his hands as he sits next to me. I try to clean up his face the best I can.

“Where have you been? And whats happened to your face?” Hermione hisses at him.

“Later, what’ve I missed?”

“Sorting hat urged us to be brave and strong on these troubled times.” Ron replies.

“Easy for it to say, its just a bloody hat innit?’ I say.

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“Y/N! GET UP!”

I open my eyes and see Hermione pacing around our room trying to get ready.

“What?” I say groggily, putting my head back on my pillow.

“I said get up, you’re going to be late and we have potions first thing.” she said as she pulled the pillow from under my head and tore the duvet off my body, forcing me to get ready.

“Eugh no I can’t deal with Snape this early.” I say as I make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

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“Attention to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all planning. Ah! Hello ladies. Please, please take a seat.” The professor says to us.

Wow. This is a change.

Hermione rushed to take the nearest seat available next to Lavender Brown which left me next to,

“Well hello to you too.” Theodore Nott says smirking up at me from his chair as I drop all my books down.

I took a seat before my knees had the chance to give out.

Woah, what?

“Hey.” I say curtly, drawing my attention to the assignment, trying to ignore Theodore’s piercing gaze and strong cologne.

“Late on the first day I see, not a good impression. If Snape were here, he’d have your heads.” Theodore says as he scribbles down the assignment on the board into his scrolls.

I roll my eyes and ask, ”Who’s this anyway?” as I copy the ingredients for the potion in my scrolls.

“Professor Slughorn. He’s taking our class for this year.” Theodore says as he waits for me to finish writing so we can get the ingredients for our potion from the back of the room. “The whole year?” I say standing up and making my way to the back with Theo, “What’s happened to Snape?”

“No idea love.” Theo says, making butterflies erupt in my tummy but I shove them down before they can travel up to my throat and make me say something flirty back.

Theodore and I never had a reason to dislike each other. Well, not officially. We never had a big fight or any interactions of any sort honestly. I didn’t even take any notice of him until he had beaten me to a question in first year in dark arts and gotten 10 house points because of it. Since then we’ve had something going on between us. The need to one-up one another, to be smarter in lessons and faster in quidditch.

I’m not going to deny that he was attractive, because God he was beautiful.

Beautiful and conceited.

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part one, done!

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[marcelloshdz]

right person, wrong time

summary: after your break up, you and marcello can't stop wondering if you'd made a mistake. requested by anonymous.

“so, i guess this is it then?” you said quietly, avoiding marcello’s gaze. you knew as soon as you locked eyes with him, you were going to immediately start crying. 

“y/n, i’m so sorry. i really don’t want this, but i know it’s what’s best.” he said to you. “i just can’t promise that i’m going to be able to give you the attention that you deserve.”

“i understand. i honestly had a feeling this was coming, but i didn’t want to spend too much time thinking about it.” you sniffled, letting the tears finally fall.

he hugged you tight, placing one last kiss on your lips before stepping off your porch. you watched as he drove down your street and out of your life.

you and marcello had been together for just over a year, but as he got busy with life and his new-found star status, it was becoming more and more clear to you that you didn’t fit in it anymore. you were caught between a rock and hard place, as you wanted nothing more for marcello to succeed. you were so proud of him with how much growth he’d had over the last few years, with starting on snl and performing sold out stand up shows all around the world. but but you were also selfish, and wanted to keep him to yourself forever.

after your breakup, you took a few months to bounce back to a place where you were ready to date again. your friends had been begging you to go out with them, as they wanted to set you up with a guy they knew. the minute you finally accepted their offer, they were over the moon. you were hesitant to accept, but you knew you needed to move on. even if this was just a one night thing.

you went out with your friends, meeting the guy they had for you. he ended up being really nice, and you hit if off well. you exchanged numbers, and went out on a few dates afterwards.

in his corner of the world, marcello was not happy about it. marcello was out with some friends, and you came up in conversation.

“she’s dating again.” a friend of his said to him. this was a mutual friend that you met through marcello, and despite your breakup, they’d stayed friends with both of you.

“yeah, i saw.” marcello said, noting that he’d seen your posts with this new guy on instagram. he downed two more shots before ordering another drink and walking away from the bar. he found an empty table, sitting down, holding his head in his hands.

“you okay?”

“it’s not really my place to be upset. i was the one who ended things, and i can’t tell her what to do with her life. but i really don’t like seeing her out with other guys.” marcello sighed.

“you have a right to your feelings, regardless. i know how much you meant to her, and how much she meant to you. how much you still mean to each other. it was a hard breakup and you both moped around for months.”

“i think i still may be moping.” marcello said. “i miss her so much.” he spent the rest of the night at the bar, drinking to almost blacking out, before the group he was with cut him off. they made sure he got home safely and ready for bed, ending up spending the night to make sure he was sleeping soundly.

back at your place, you were in a similar head space as marcello. you liked this guy well enough, but you knew that you weren’t ready for another relationship. you were fighting with your feelings, waiting for him to come over to your place for lunch. 

“hey y/n.” he said when you answered the door. you pulled him in for a hug, avoiding his lips pressing against yours. he noticed your shift in demeanor, a concerned look on his face. “everything okay?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“not really. i need to talk to you about something.” you said, watching him sit down on your couch.

“oh no.” 

“look, before this goes any further, i need to be honest with you. i just got out of a relationship, and i don’t feel like i’m quite ready for anything official just yet. i’ve so enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, but it’s not fair for me to keep this going if i’m not 100% in this.” you admitted to him.

“i understand. i’m sorry this didn’t work out, because i’ve enjoyed being with you too. but, thank you for being honest.” he said, getting up to hug you. he kissed you good bye before walking out of your front door. you shut the door behind him and moved to your couch. you grabbed your phone from the coffee table, opening instagram. you looked at the line of all the new stories, marcello being the first one listed. you tapped on his icon, tapping through his stories of videos and pictures of him and some writers at snl as they were working on the upcoming show. 

you smiled to yourself, seeing a mirror selfie he’d posted in the mix. you tapped the little heart to send a like before closing out of instagram.

you then got a notification, a text message coming through, a friend of yours inviting you out for drinks later that night. you agreed to go, not wanting to spend another night at home alone. that night, a few drinks in, you heard a familiar voice over the crowd and the music. you turned your attention in that direction, eyes landing on marcello, who was only a few seats away from you at the bar.

you found yourself staring, watching him talk to the people he was with. you heard his laugh over the music, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. he had a wide smile on his face, the same one that always made you swoon when you were together. you watched as he turned towards the bar to order another drink, eyes landing on you as he turned. you waved at him, his smile growing wider as he focused on you. the bartender slid him a fresh drink, and he moved closer to you.

“hi.” he said shyly. 

“hi.” you repeated. “how have you been?” 

“okay. i’ve been focusing on work mainly as to not fall into a deep depression.” he admitted to you.

“i feel that.” you huffed a laugh. you and marcello ended up spending a majority of the night together, talking and laughing together like you always did. it felt good to be able to see and hang out with him again. you’d been trying hard at avoiding each other, especially in the early stages of your breakup.

seeing and spending time with you that night made marcello realize how much he really missed you. and it made you realize the same thing.

a few months went by since that night, and you and marcello had seen each other what felt like a million times since then. every time you saw each other, it was as if you were seeing each other for the first time again. and all of your feelings for each other were flooding back.

“well, well. here we are again.” marcello said to you. you were both at the bar where you met for the first time. you glanced around, taking in all the same decor, a replay of the night you first met marcello flashing in your mind. he was as handsome that night as he was standing in front of you right now. the same butterflies you had that night fluttering in your stomach now. “can i get you a drink?” he asked, and you nodded. he ordered himself a whiskey, and ordered you your cocktail of choice.

“awe, you remembered.” you said with a smile.

“i’d never forget anything about you.” he winked. you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. the bartender brought you your drinks, you and marcello clinking your glasses together. he watched you intently as you gave him a once over. “you like what you see?” he asked, and you nodded.

“always.” it was dimly lit in the bar, but you could still see a flush rise to his cheeks. he stood there shyly, swirling his glass. “something on your mind?” you asked him.

“i miss you.” he said abruptly.

“but, we’ve been seeing each other so often.”

“y/n, i miss you.” he repeated. he turned to face you, eyes instantly locked on yours. you felt your jaw drop slightly as you processed what he’d just said to you.

“marcello,” you sighed, “you’re the one who ended things.” you reminded him.

“i know. and i’ve been regretting it so much more recently. we’ve been seeing each other and hanging out so often, and it’s making me realize how badly i want to be back with you. need to be back with you.”

“i’ve been thinking the same thing. i’ve tried to start dating again,”

“yeah, i know.” marcello scoffed, rolling his eyes, and you laughed. your hands met at the edge of the bar, you intertwining your fingers with marcello’s as stepped closer to you. before you had a chance to realize what was happening, his lips were pressed against yours. 

kissing him was as wonderful as you remembered, your feelings for him finally overflowing in your chest. you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer into you and deepening the kiss. pulling away to catch your breath, marcello rested his forehead against yours. 

“cellito, i don’t wanna ruin the moment, but,” you paused to take another breath, “your work schedule hasn’t exactly changed much since we broke up.”

“i know. but i want to make this work, and i’m going to make this work. i think i was just scared that you were going to get tired of waiting around for me, and find someone else to take my place.”

“no one compares to you.” you said to him. you kissed again, and you felt his lips curve into a smile against yours.

“so? what do you say? will you be my girlfriend again?” he asked, and you immediately nodded.

“yes.” you said, smiling up at him. he pulled you into his chest, embracing you in a tight hug. “i love you.” you said against his chest.

“i love you.” marcello repeated, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you were glad to know that you and marcello were on the same page, and that you were both willing to give your relationship another try. but, something about this moment, and the love between the two of you, you could feel that this was going to work this time.

[strangersatellites]

AU where steve and robin own a bookstore+coffeehouse and it becomes their pride and joy.

steve knows everything about every book and loves to give customers recommendations. robin has taken to being a barista like she was born to do it. dreaming up new flavors of cold foam when she sleeps.

it’s in the fall that they get a new neighbor in the form of a record store.

robin is so excited she can hardly contain herself, has it’s grand opening added to the shop calendar as soon as she hears.

when the big day finally rolls around the music is loud, the line is long, and the complimentary drinks are flowing. by the time steve and robin make it over, they don’t get the chance to meet the owners because everything is just so busy.

they retreat back to the bookstore and try to accommodate their own guests and regulars despite the thumping bass from next door. steve gives them some slack, opening day parties are always a big ordeal.

but the loud music doesn’t stop the next day.

or the next day. or the next.

by the end of the second week, steve is watching himself turn into a crotchety old man in real time. he’s had enough of trying to pick a coffeehouse playlist that will hopefully drown out the noise from the record store. it never does.

he marches over as soon as it starts up one day, fully intent on making a scene if he has to when he spots a tall, lanky guy behind the counter. pretty. add pretty in there too.

he’s got his hair pulled back in a clip and a t-shirt for a band steve doesn’t recognize pulled across his broad shoulders.

the guy throws a hand up and waves at steve where he’s frozen in the door. says “hey man welcome in. let me know if i can help you with anything!”

he’s momentarily stunned until the next song picks back up and he can physically feel the floor vibrate under his feet.

he stomps up the counter and slaps his palms against it. jolts the guy to attention with wide, worried eyes.

“dude. could your music be any louder? you know you’re next door to a bookstore right? you know. the quiet place where people go to relax and read?” he gestures with a flurry of his hands.

pretty boy actually looks embarrassed for a second before he reaches over to a screen and decreases the volume.

he wears a sheepish smile when he crosses his arms over his chest.

“sorry dude. my co-owner chrissy had a pretty bad accident a few years back and lost a good bit of her hearing. i keep it up pretty loud so she can hear it. i’ll bring it down some though. sorry it’s been bothering you.”

and oh. steve was not expecting him to have an excuse. especially not a good one.

now he feels bad.

“it’s really okay. i’m sorry i came in a little dramatic. my co-owner robin and i have just worked really hard the past few years to curate our space and i guess i just got thrown off.” he shrugs. “it’s cool though. this is your store as much as the next one is mine, so.”

the guy smiles big and bright and man he really is pretty. steve’s eyes flit down to a name tag that reads “eddie.”

“maybe just bring the noise down a smidge though?” he smiles when he says it so eddie knows he isn’t mad.

he nods and steve hears a clatter come from the back. eddie laughs and hangs his head. “i should probably go check on her. she hid in the back when she saw you on the sidewalk so i couldn’t chicken out of talking to you.”

steve’s jaw drops at the implication and he has to take a second to reorganize his thoughts.

“i- what?”

eddie brings a hand up to the back of his neck in a nervous gesture and his cheeks flush the faintest pink.

“i may or may not have been unable to shut up about the pretty boy next door since our grand opening party.”

steve laughs this time, loud and happy.

“i didn’t even see you!”

“oh well i saw you. chris has been on my case to walk over for days so when she saw her opportunity today she took it.”

steve’s head tilts to the side and he has a playful smile on his face when he says “weren’t you supposed to be checking on her?”

eddie spins around so fast he nearly sends a cup of pens clattering to the ground.”

“shit! i-“

“don’t hurt yourself, rockstar. i’ll see you around eddie.”

eddie’s head swings back around and his face is scrunched up in confusion until steve points at his name tag.

“ah. right. well, i’ll see you around too…”

“steve.”

this time when steve walks through the door it’s quiet enough he can hear the bell jingle above it.

au august day 12: book store

[wildflower-otome]

[Translation] 9 R.I.P. - Kureha - Heavenly Ending After Story

Source: 9 R.I.P. Stella Set Special Bonus Booklet Note: Major Spoilers for Kureha's Heavenly End below.

9 R.I.P. - Kureha Heavenly End After Story

On a certain day, a little while after Misa had become a ghost and we had begun to live together—.

Today, as a breather, we had come out to the shopping mall in front of the train station so I could introduce her to my friend, Koyo, but-…..

For some reason, she seemed to have an interest in him.

Supposedly what she was interested in was his ability to sense spirits, but I, too, had a sense for spirits that was just as good as Koyo’s…or should have anyway. Probably. Maybe.

Hahh…..I was beginning to wonder whether letting her and Koyo meet was such a good idea after all.

‘Hey, Kureha-san. Look, over there. There’s someone staring right at us…..’

‘Hm…..?’

Misa calling out to me, when I looked towards where she was pointing-…..

—Koyo.

Speak of the devil…..no, he was exactly the person we had been looking for.

‘Let’s go, Misa. That’s Koyo. I’ll introduce you.’

‘Sure, I’ve been wanting to meet him.’

She’d been “wanting to meet him”…..

As if trying to rid shake away the murky feeling that had appeared in my chest, I waved to Koyo, beckoning him over.

‘I’ve been looking for you.’

‘That’s unusual. Don’t often see you bring anyone along with you either.’

‘Yeah, it hasn’t been that long since she became a ghost. I brought her with me today thinking I could introduce her to you since you’re a friend.’

‘Hm~m, a friend, am I.’

‘Nice to meet you. I’m Misa Isshiki. I hope we can be good friends too.’

‘Same here. That uniform…are you a Narimigahama High student?’

‘Yes, that’s right. I’m a second year student…..—’

As the two of them began a conversation, I did my best to act the composed observer but…..on the inside, I felt unsettled.

Now that I thought about it, I’d never really seen her talk with other guys before.

No, I had seen her speak with Hibiki, but this situation felt somehow different…..

—While I was fretting, the conversation between the two of them continued.

‘Koyo-san, you knew Kureha-san even before you were a ghost…..or rather, you sensed him, didn’t you?’

‘Yeah, sure did. I was a student at Narimigahama High too. I was aware of Kureha-san’s presence ever since then.’

‘That’s amazing. Ah, but…..now that I think about it, I might have sensed Kureha-san as well while I was still alive…..although it was only the once.’

‘So you’ve got the spirit sense too. Guess we’ve got something in common.’

‘Heheh- I suppose so.’

Aren’t you guys getting awfully chummy rather quickly?

Her encounter with me had been a different matter, I hadn’t expected them to get so friendly quite so soon.

‘Hey, since we’re already here, why don’t we go see a movie together, all three of us? There’s a new one they started showing just today. Ah, are you alright with horror, Misa?’

‘”M-Misa”—!?’

I’d been so taken by surprise it had ended up coming out in my voice, by the time I realised it, it was already too late.

‘…..Kureha-san, what’s wrong?’

‘Ah, it’s nothing…..I was just thinking I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go if it was a horror movie, hahaha…..’

‘Ah, I see. That’s right.’

I thought it’d been something of a strained excuse, but unexpectedly it looked as if she’d believed me.

Still, that Koyo…..I hadn’t thought he’d be calling her by her first name right from their first meeting…..And I’d even gone and made it obvious how jealous I was. Good grief.

‘Koyo, I’m sorry, but about that movie…..’

Just as I went to speak, I realised. That Koyo's eyes were mischievous as he looked at me.

Koyo clapped a hand to my shoulder and murmured in my ear.

‘…..I’m happy for you, Kureha-san.’

So speaking, he went to walk past us.

‘Let’s leave it at that for today. See you later, Misa-chan.’

—!

‘Ah, yes. Goodbye.’

‘Oh, that’s right. Kureha-san, just so you know, I’ll be coming over to make fun of you again tomorrow.’

‘Hmph-, that won’t be necessary.’

As I watched Koyo walk away, I was internally apologising to him.

If this was going to happen, I should have just told you from the beginning. About Misa being the person I love.

‘Koyo-san is a good person, isn’t he? He really gets you, Kureha-san.’

‘…..Don’t tell me you knew what he was doing all along?’

‘I guessed it when he called me “Misa-chan” just before he left. Also, what he said about “coming over to make fun of you”…..Hehe-’

‘When Koyo comes to visit tomorrow, I want to make sure I explain about you to him properly…..would that be alright? I’ll tell him how important you are to me, and that I’m deeply in love with you.’

Her eyes widened slightly, and her cheeks were red as she smiled.

‘That would make me really happy. But be sure to tell him not that “you’re in love with me” but that “we’re in love with each other.”’

Now it was my turn to blush.

‘Yes, that’s right.’

The murkiness that had been in my chest having disappeared before I realised it, I now felt warm inside.

—Let’s be together this way, forever.

I took her hand and began to walk.

[chaoticlittlerat]

How it all starts

⚠️Family issues, past issues, guilt-tripping, family fighting⚠️

Hi! I’m Jessie. Well, Guess I should start. I live with my brother, Blake and my mom, Lisa. Yes I know. There should be a dad…But…his not around anymore. He left…and was taken away. I never saw him again…

This is a picture I kept of Dad! I…I don’t really remember his face. Ever time I look at this picture, his face is just…Gone. It’s not a big deal, right?

A-anyways! Moving on to where I am today!

It’s been about…I think twos years. My mom got a new job and started to see someone new! I should be happy for her…But…I’m kinda scared of him. His name is Aj. He also works too.

It was all good at first, but they started to fight…It was all so scaring and new…I hate loud voices..Aj wasn’t much as a good person than I thought. But for some reason, my mom still allows him around. I don’t understand why…ain’t there any guys for her to choose..?

Now for more happy stuff! I like to go on walks around my neighborhood! My favorite flowers are tulips and daisies! I always give my neighbors the flowers I pick. They really like it! :D

Speaking of that, when I got home today, I wanted to talk to mom about what happened…last night with them fighting again. Aj is kinda mean to me and my brother so I’m sure Mom wouldn’t like that! Right..?

“Hey Mom! How was work?”

My mom seemed startled to see me. But I understand, she was tired after a long day of work…I didn’t blame her. I was too young to understand…

“Oh. Hey Honey. Yeah, just got back from work. God so tiring after a long day of work..”

I nodded, understanding how tired she was. Even if I was too “young” to understand, I tried my best to comfort her.

“I’m sorry you had a tiring day, mom…A-anyways. Umm…Is Aj coming back tonight..?”

I hopped she would say No this time. Because I didn’t want him to come back..

My mom nodded her head as she looked at me. Dang it…he was coming back..

My mom sighed by the look on my face. Seemly too tired and annoyed

“Oh come on, Jess. He was just under some stress because of work. Give him a break. Your just a kid for Pete’s sake..Just, go to your room please…You’ll understand when your older”

I was quiet for a moment, feeling almost bad for the face I made. I nodded as I walked away, just I around the corner, I heard Aj come in and give my mom some affection

…..

I went back into my room…

Later at night

…..

*GASP*!!

“H-Hello..? Who’s there..?”

I slowly lifted my flashlight to see what it was…

Hello. My little Jessie…

End of chapter 1

[rosypenguins]

💙Navy Blue💙

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Synopsis: To celebrate the last week of Summer vacation, Jake and Drew decide to go on a late night drive together.

A/N: Tried something new with this one, hope it’s alright. I love Nightly and I feel like Jake would also adore their music so I just had to kinda shove it in there. Also this one takes place just before the start of Junior year, aka just before the start of TMF. (Might go back and add more between this time period of dating Zoey and summer vacation, idk.) (Also fun fact to anyone invested I think this is the last time on this timeline Drew feels joy so-)

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Drew put the car into park, and glanced up towards the driveway to see Jake running across the pavement of meet him. He had to tilt his head slightly as Jake waved to him through the window. He didn’t need Jake seeing the stupid grin that must’ve been there.

The two had been planning this for weeks now: A late night drive, just the two of them, to celebrate the last week of summer vacation.

“Hey!” Jake greeted as he opened the car door. Drew gave a short wave, and the blonde threw himself into the passenger's seat, buckling himself in before pulling out his phone. “So- I may or may not have made a playlist for this.”

And the idea of Jake putting so much thought into this evening was enough to give Drew butterflies.

“Mind if I-”

“As long as you don’t play J-Pop or whatever the hell Henry listens to.” Drew told him, and Jake chuckled.

“No, don’t worry, I won’t.”

After a few seconds of messing around with the Bluetooth feature, Jake was able to connect his phone to Drew’s car.

“Did you ever think of where you wanted to go, by the way?” Drew asked as Jake began scrolling through his playlists. The blonde paused.

“Heh, nope.” Drew sighed. He should’ve known.

“Guess it’s up to the road, then,” He said. “You ready to go?” Jake nodded, and as Drew shifted the car into drive, Jake started the playlist.

Everywhere I look there’s only shades of you…

No matter what I do, you’re my navy blue…

“You really put a love song in this playlist?” Drew questioned, only to pause when he realized what he just said.

…Jake put a love song in our drive list?!

…Oh, he was not about to overthink this while he was driving. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind.

The sound of Jake’s sheepish laugh pulled him back to reality, and Drew tilted his head to steal a quick glance.

“I know, I know. Not really your thing. But I found these guys a little while ago, and I thought their music would be perfect for a late-night drive!” He explained. “But, you can skip it if you want, I don’t mind.” Drew nodded as he turned out of Jake’s neighborhood, yet made no efforts to switch the song.

I think about you alone in my room…

When the sun goes down…

Drew glanced over at Jake in the passenger's seat, staring out the window and admiring the sunset as he mumbled along to the lyrics of the song.

It doesn't fade when I'm on the road…

And when you're not around…

Drew took in a breath, turning his attention back to the street. He had to stay focused, despite how badly his mind wanted to wander.

Yeah, everywhere I look there's only shades of you…

No matter what I do, you're my navy blue…

And in that moment, Drew felt so, so happy. Happy to be driving with Jake by his side. Happy to be sharing his music. Happy to be alone with him, and happy to journey without a specific goal or destination.

But… there was a part of Drew that still felt unsatisfied. A part that wanted to be closer. A part that wanted more.

Drew thought he’d gotten rid of that feeling long ago. That desperation, that longing… why did it always come back to him?

He wasn’t supposed to feel this way anymore. Hell, he was in a relationship now, with a girl he thought was cute, and fun to be with. And she was popular, and she liked him…

But she never made him feel like this…

Drew swallowed, keeping his mind fixated on the road as he drove them all around Rosemeadow aimlessly, talking to Jake on occasion. Drew practically had to force himself to keep his eyes on the road when Jake rolled down his window, allowing the wind to ruffle his hair. He had to remind himself to stay focused as the sun went down, and Jake’s eyes practically sparkled in the moonlight.

When I look at you, I see navy blue…

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Hours later, Drew found himself driving down an empty highway, with only his headlights to guide him. Jake had his head out the window, his caramel eyes wide as he gazed up at the sky above them.

“Hey, can we pull off for a bit?” He asked, and Drew raised an eyebrow.

“What for?” Jake didn’t answer, and instead pointed at the sky. After a moment of consideration, Drew pulled off to the side of the road, putting the car into park and following Jake outside. Drew’s eyes didn’t stray for a moment as he watched a small smile appear on Jake’s face.

“The stars are so pretty out here,” He commented, sitting down on the hood of the car. Drew settled himself beside him, and followed his gaze to the night sky. “I almost forgot what they looked like in person.”

Drew stole another glance at the blonde as he continued.

“It’s so beautiful…”

“Yeah, it is…” Drew said, allowing himself to admire Jake as he’d done so many times before. And once more, he wondered what he had done to deserve someone so wonderful.

But after a moment, he caught himself, and he redirected his attention to the sky.

He shouldn’t be having these thoughts anymore. At least, not about Jake. These kinds of thoughts should be directed towards his girlfriend, right? Not his best friend…

So why did the stars look so much prettier reflected in Jake’s eyes?

Drew didn’t understand… he couldn’t understand. And he didn’t want to understand. Because no matter the answer, it would only complicate his current relationships. And Drew couldn’t afford to lose those.

So, Drew took in a slow breath, and forced himself to focus on the stars.

“You ready to be a Junior next week?” Jake asked suddenly, and Drew thought for a moment.

“Eh.” He answered. In truth, he hadn’t thought about it much.

“I’m not. Everyone always says Junior year’s the hardest. It sounds like it’ll be a lot…”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“I don’t know.”

…

“You know what you want to do after high school?” Jake asked, and Drew shook his head. “Yeah, me neither.” The blonde paused for a moment, before gesturing towards the sky. “You think they know?”

“…The stars?”

“Yeah. I mean, a lot of people believe in fates being written in stars and stuff.” Drew turned on his side to face him.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re becoming one of those astrology girls. You gonna tell me about the healing properties of crystals next?”

“Hey! I’m just saying. It’s just…” He paused, and turned his head to look at Drew.

“It’s a nice thought, I guess. Knowing that at least something has everything figured out.” Drew turned back to the stars.

“I guess so.”

…

“I wish the sky could always look like this.”

And Drew wished the two could always be like this…

…

Drew opened his eyes, only to be met with the sight of his bedroom ceiling. It was hard to see anything else in the dark.

But… Drew couldn’t recall ever closing his eyes.

Swimming through the deepest oceans of my mind…

Oh… that song was still playing… He must’ve gotten lost in thought when it came on. He rolled over onto his eyes, squinting when the light of his phone hit his eyes.

When I look at you, I see navy blue…

…

Drew skipped the remainder of the song.

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 31 | part 32 | part 33 | part 34 | part 35 | part 36

“Hey, guys.” Carmelo greeted Jesse and Selina as they came in. “How’d it go?”

“Mommy! Daddy!” Marcel ran up to them.

“Hey there, little buddy.” Jesse picked him up, and Selina leaned over to give him a kiss.

“The checkup was good, they said everything looks normal.” Selina answered her father. “We did, however, get to know the sex of the baby.”

“Really?” Carmelo stood up excitedly. “What is it?”

“We’re—” Jesse got cut off when Marcel started pulling his hair. “Ugh, Squishy, you can’t keep doing this.”

“Honey, don’t you wanna know whether you’re getting a brother or a sister?” Selina got Marcel’s attention.

Marcel stared at her. “No.”

Jesse and Selina tensed up.

“Calm down, you two.” Carmelo chuckled. “He’s just a baby. He probably won’t really care until after the little one is born.” He shook his head. “Kids just don’t understand the excitement of a new life until they can play with it.”

“Well, we did have a plan to kinda throw him a little big brother party so he can—”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Carmelo cut Jesse off.

“Right.” Jesse nodded. “You’re right. My bad, sir.”

“Papi, you have to be nicer to my boyfriend.” Selina scolded her father. “I know you’re not fond of how we got here, but he’s the father of your grandchildren, like it or not.”

“Well I don’t like it. My little angel is barely 23 years old and pregnant with her second child.” Carmelo glared at Jesse.

Jesse laughed nervously. “Would you believe me if I told you I wanted more joy in the house…?”

“No. And quite frankly I’d be a little more joyful if you figured out how to use a condom.” Carmelo raised an eyebrow. “But I do adore having a sweet little boy to spend time with again. I haven’t had one of those in thirty years.”

“Yeah, well,” Selina shrugged, “you’re gonna have a sweet little girl to play with, too.” She put a hand on her belly. “We’re having a daughter.”

Carmelo’s eyes widened with excitement. “Really? My baby girl is having a baby girl?” Selina smiled and nodded, and her dad hugged her. “Oh sweetie, that’s wonderful news.”

“You’re gonna have a little sister, Squishy.” Jesse said to Marcel. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Marcel was focused on the toy in his hand before realizing Jesse even spoke to him. “I wanna go home.”

“Ugh,” Selina facepalmed, “this kid really just doesn’t care, does he?”

“Give it time, don’t worry.” Carmelo assured her. “He’ll adore his sister when he first lays eyes on her.” He turned to Jesse. “Well, I may not like what you did to my little girl, but I’m still happy for you both, I guess.” He mumbled the last bit. “You’re more devoted to your family than I honestly thought you’d be when Selina first told me about Marcel.”

“Uh, thanks…” Jesse’s eyes shifted as he tried to decide whether to be pleased or offended.

“Speaking of devotion…when will you be making an honest woman out of my daughter?”

“Uhhhh…” Jesse and Selina exchanged an awkward glance.

“We haven’t exactly talked about it yet.” Selina said. “I mean, we’re still pretty young.”

“You have two kids.” Carmelo narrowed his eyes. “You’ve already made a decision to grow up.”

“Well yeah, but my schedule’s pretty messy. The band’s already going on another tour in October and I’m sure we’ll be working a lot more next year.” Jesse’s eyes shifted uncomfortably. “Not really a whole lot of time for wedding planning.”

“The tour is all the more reason for you two to get married.” Carmelo insisted. “It’ll be a surefire way to keep your eyes from wandering while you’re away.”

“Please, Carmelo, give me some credit.” Jesse looked at Selina. “Only a fool would betray the perfect woman.”

“Awww, Jesse.” Selina smiled up at him.

“Good.” Carmelo nodded in approval. “At least you’re not completely stupid.”

Jesse froze. “C-Completely?”

“Babe.” Selina put a hand on his shoulder. “Two kids.”

“Oh right…”

———

Jesse and his in-laws😅 both Carmelo (FIL) and Daunte (BIL) want his head on a platter

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Your Submissively - Flirtation

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Experimentation

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Steve woke before Belle.  He watched her sleep, hands folded under head, like an angel.  He smiled and softly kiss to her, trying not to wake her.  He pulled on some sweats and went to the kitchen.  He made them a coffee and heard Bucky come in. “Hey Buck.”  

“Hey Steve.”  Bucky looked over Steve and noticed the soft smile.  “You look happy.”  

Steve shrugged.  “It was a good night.”  

“Did she talk to you?” 

“A lot.  Think we can make arrangements for the university on Wednesday?” 

“Oh, so she actually talked to you.”  

“What do you mean?” 

“She was hiding.  The valedictorian thing.  Lila outed her.”  

“Why?” 

“Steve, she has no family, remember? She doesn’t want to be celebrated when she has no one to celebrate with.  I told her we were her family, but she was really scared.”  Bucky sighed. “I’ve been digging but her adoption is not on record anywhere.  I have no idea who this Phil guy is.”  He pulled out a picture and offered it to Steve.  

“Where did you get that?  No, don’t show me. That would violate her trust. If she wanted to share that with me, she will. Put it back.”  

“Alright, alright.” Bucky put the picture back in his bag.  “So we’re going to a luncheon.”  

“I guess so. I need to work on a gift for her.”  Steve poured the coffees and handed Bucky his.  “I need to wake her.  We got stuff to do.”  

“What stuff?” 

“I want to take her to a shop for decorations for her room.”  

“This is a new one.  Fine, I’ll look at one we can go to.”  Bucky sipped his coffee.  “After breakfast.”  

Steve smirked.  “She won you over with food.”  

“Hell yeah she did. She should open a restaurant.  I would be the first customer.  And she hasn’t even made dinner yet.  That could be epic.”  

“Bucky please don’t make me punch you out.  Stop falling in love with my girl ya?” 

Bucky snickered. “I’ll stop but no guarantees if she makes a roast like Ma used to make.”  

“I think that could be arranged.”  Steve and Bucky spun to see Belle in the doorway, Steve’s shirt down to her knees.   

“Belle,” Steve breathed.  “Sweet pea, no pants again?” 

“Relax Steve.  I have shorts on.  Everything is covered.”  Belle offered her own smirk.  “I was thinking omelets this morning.”  

“Yes,” Bucky said under breath.  Steve punched him in the shoulder.  “Shit, Cap, really?  Its not like I asked.  She offered,” as he rubbed her shoulder.  

“Steve, be nice,” Belle admonished him.  She moved towards the kitchen, leaning up on her tip toes to kiss Steve before grabbing ingredients from the fridge.  

“I’m going to talk to Bucky for a minute.  Call me if you need me sweet pea.”  

“Okie dokie, hot shot.” She turned back to the counter to start chopping.  

Steve came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “Hot shot?” 

“Hey, I get a nickname, you get one too.” She smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss her. “I could have made it worse you know.”  

“Really? How so?” 

“Another time.” She smiled. “Now go away, need to concentrate.”  

Steve laughed but made his way out. Bucky had his feet up in his study, looking over the paper.  “Put that picture back.”  

“I got it. Sheesh, relax Cap. Anything else I need to know?” 

“No, are you staying here tonight?” 

“Yeah, Li is going to her parents tonight. Is that ok?” 

“It’s fine.   Just want to make sure things are ready.”    

“Whatever Cap.   Not like I haven’t heard it before.” Bucky smirked.   

“I swear Barnes, I will end you,” Steve says playfully.  He checks his emails as Bucky continues reading when Belle came in. “Breakfast is almost ready.”  

“Thanks, sweet pea.  I’ll be right in.” He sees an email from Tony and frowns.  

From: tstark@starkindustries.com  To: srogers@grantinc.com  Subject: Innocent  Steve, please reconsider your relationship with Isabella. She doesn’t need to become a target.   For her sake and yours.   Tony Stark  President  Stark Industries 

Steve was fuming.   What was Tony playing at? Steve stormed into the dining room. “Belle, why the hell is Tony emailing me about our relationship?” 

Bucky and Belle froze. Bucky looked at her and she gulped.  “He saw that last email you send me at work and he asked if we were still seeing each other.  I said yes and called you my boyfriend.”  

“I thought we talked about this.  Discretion and privacy.”  

“I know we did but then you shouldn’t have emailed me at work.”  Belle fought to maintain control of her emotions.   

Bucky started to back away when Steve turned to him. “Did you know about this?  You picked her up yesterday.” 

“Ok, well I told her to talk to you about it and I guess that didn’t happen.”  Bucky looked at Belle who looked to the ground. “All I said was that you would do anything for her. I didn’t want to make it worse.”  

Steve looked at Belle.   “Isabella, why do you stop communicating with me?  We promised each other you would talk to me.”  

“Because I didn’t want you mad at me or Tony.  He doesn’t know anything ok.  Just that we’re dating, that’s it.  I don’t know why he’s acting the way he does. I’m sorry.”  Belle exited the room and went up to her room, closing and locking the door.  The emotions of yesterday started to catch up with her and she cried.  

Steve was stunned downstairs.  “Jesus, punk, really?” Bucky looked at his best friend. “This wasn’t her fault.”  

“I know, I got that. Fuck, why every time I think we are in a good place I am very mistaken?” 

“Dunno, but I’m hungry and you are now preventing me from eating.  Go fix it Romeo.” Bucky pushed Steve towards Belle’s room.  Steve went up and tried the door, finding it locked.  He knocked.  “Sweet pea, can I talk to you?” 

“No,” the petulant reply came through.  

“Isabella I’m sorry, ok? This is much my fault as anyone else’s.  You are right, if I wanted to keep it a secret, I should have thought it about better.”  

He heard footsteps and he stepped back.  The door unlocked and violet eyes ringed in red looked at him.  “Oh sweet pea, I’m so sorry.”   

“Steve, I don’t want to make you mad intentionally ok. I tried to tell him to leave me alone, but he said things and I just wanted to shut him up.  I’m sorry.”  

“No don’t be. I’ll talk to Tony.”  He reached for her and she let him hold her.  “Are you ok?” 

“I’m ok.  Just not how I wanted to start the morning.”  

“I know. Me either.”  He tilted her head up and kissed her softly. “ So after we feed Bucky, how about some shopping for your room?”  

She smiled. “Ok.”  She took his hand and they walked together back to the kitchen.  

After breakfast, as promised, Steve took Belle shopping. She picked out decorations and sheets that suited her.  When she dragged a sack over to the cart, Steve raised an eyebrow.  “What is this?” 

“It’s a bean bag chair.  Somewhere for me to read.”  Her eyes sparkled at the chair.  

“Alright.” He kissed the top of her head.  After checking out, he loaded everything into the car with Bucky.  

“Can we stop at the grocery store?” 

“Whatever for?” 

“Dinner.”  

Belle gathered her ingredients and Steve watched, unsure of what she was making.  And an idea came to him.  They finished up and headed back to the apartment.  Bucky and  Steve took all of the bags up  to Belle’s room.  Steve stood in the doorway as Belle unpacked her new things.  The room became her,  muted jewel tones decorating the room. “Do you like what you got, sweet pea?”   

Belle turned and smiled. She went up to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.  “I  do. “Thank you amore.”  

Steve’s heart swelled.  Amore. Love. She was sweet on him.   

“Steve? Steve?”  

“Sorry sweet pea. Did you need something?” 

“I was trying to let you know that I was going to make dinner.  It will be a couple of hours.”  

“Oh, ok sweet pea. I need to make a  couple of calls.”  

“Do not call Tony,” she said walking away.  

Steve grabbed her.  “And what if  I do,  princess?”  His eyes  blazed slightly. 

“Don’t, sir,” she said with a smile.  

Steve pulled her close and ran his nose in her hair.  “I won’t call him but if I wanted to, I will.  Behave princess, or you will be punished.” He kissed her hard.  “Now, go make dinner and don’t flirt with Bucky.” His eyes twinkled.  

“I don’t flirt with Bucky. He flirts with me.” Belle pouted at him.  

“Ok, so then don’t do anything to make him flirt with you.” He kissed her cheek.  “That’s also the second time today you pouted after I said don’t pout.” Belle sucked in air.  “We’ll take care of that later.” Steve walked away with a smirk on his face.  

Belle tried to calm her heart.  Sweet lord, can I survive this? She made it to the kitchen with wobbly legs to see Bucky sitting at the kitchen island.  She blushed but ignored him as she pulled the ingredients out.  

“So, are you not talking to me?”  

“No, just concentrating.”  

“Oh, whatcha making?” 

“Roast.”  

“Really?” He looked at her ingredients. “Not like how Ma made it.”  

“Nope, my own spin.” She got it into the oven and started with making the sides. She hummed a song in her head, chopping and stirring.  

They chatted while she cooked and when everything was almost ready, she went to change, putting on a comfortable dress.  She poked her head into Steve’s office. “Hey hot shot.  Dinner is ready.”  

“Thanks, sweet pea. I’m almost done.”  

Belle set the table when Bucky came back in. “That smell is amazing,” he said, closing his eyes and sniffing the air.   

“I should hope so.” Belle started to set the plates of food down in the center of the table.  

‘Holy… Belle, you made all of this?”  

“Well, yeah,” she rolled her eyes.  

“Marry me, Belle.  Please, I just need you to cook for me.  Nothing else.”  Bucky smirked at her.  

“Really Bucky?” Steve stood in the doorway looking at his best friend.  

“Pal, just look.  She made potatoes, veggies and I can see dessert.  Only an idiot would let her get away.” Bucky stuck his finger into the potatoes for a taste. “She used real butter.”  

Belle tried not to laugh as Bucky but sobered up when she saw the look on Steve’s face. She swallowed. “I… I didn’t do anything,” she whispered.  

Steve came up to her and cupped her face.  “I know that.  But I also knew what his reaction would be when you decided to cook.  But I warned you. And you let it happen anyway.  So after dinner, get ready in one of those cute lacy outfits in your drawer and meet me in the playroom.  Bucky and I will clean up.” He said all of this in a whisper so Bucky wouldn’t hear much. He kissed her forehead. “Everything looks amazing,” he said out loud.  

Bucky, of course, knew what Steve was aiming at, having overheard the earlier conversation.  He didn’t want to give that away.  As they sat to dinner, Bucky decided not to stop flirting.  “Belle, seriously, run away with me.”  

“Bucky stop,” she replied, red staining her cheeks.  

“I’m serious.  We haven’t food this good since Ma made it, right Steve?” 

“Your ma was an excellent cook.  But sweet pea, this is amazing.” 

“What I wouldn’t give to bathe in this gravy,” Bucky commented as he winked at Belle.  

“Seriously, James, knock it off.”  Belle knew that his comments were going to make things more difficult for her later on.  

“Ooo, got a James out of her.” Bucky smirked again. “Sassy little one, isn’t she?”  

“Buck, enough.” Steve looked at Belle who was looking down at her plate.  He could sense that she was now terrified for what was to come. He was excited to test her limits more but didn’t want to scare her.  Dinner finished and he gave a nod to Belle.  She scurried upstairs as Bucky and Steve cleared the plates. “Wear the headphones, Barnes.”  

“Really? She that much in trouble?” 

“Yeah, and you put her there.” Bucky blanched. “I don’t want you to feel guilty.  I knew what I was doing.” He patted Bucky on the back.  “Besides, I saw you in the hallway. You knew what you were doing too so don’t look at me like that.” Steve smirked and headed up to see Belle.  

He entered the playroom to see Belle standing in blood red lingerie and red fuck me heels.  He licked his lips, enjoying the color on her skin.  He didn’t say a word, heading to the bed and pulling off everything but his boxers.  He pushed a button on a remote and a pole descended from the ceiling.  “Dance,” he ordered. He played a song Nat had introduced him to called Madness.  It was slow but sensual in his mind.  

Belle flushed. Could she do this?  She could barely walk in the heels but to dance. She decided to start slow.  She circled the pole with one hand on it, letting Steve get a glimpse of the entire outfit.  The music had a slow beat but it worked to move her body. She stopped and pressed her back into the pole and sank down, your breast bouncing in the movements. “strip,” he ordered, adjusting himself in the process.  

She stood in front of him and reached to unhook the bra of the babydoll dress she had.  She crossed her arms to push the straps down and let the lace flutter down like a parasol down to her feet.  She hadn’t know how to put on the garter so she had done it first and slid her panties over them. Belle reached to start unhooking the garters. “Stop.”  She looked up to see Steve with his dick in his hand, stroking it slowly, a bead of precum on the tip.  She licked her lips, her mouth dry in anticipation.  

Steve climbed out of the bed.  He pushed her against the pole and lifted her hands above her head.  “I told you not to do anything to make Bucky flirt with you.” 

“I didn’t,” she replied, as Steve starts to kiss her neck.  

“Oh but he did.” Steve smiled.  “So I guess you’ll have to pay for his actions.”  He grasped up to a ring on the pole she hadn’t noticed and handcuffed her to it. She had a little slack until Steve bent down to remove her heels.  Now she was pulled taut to the pole. “Hmm, I like you like this.  I can just…” and he licks her the top of her core.  Belle moans at the sensation.  

“No, you don’t get to cum until I say so.”  Steve takes a step back to admire her in just stocking and garters. Belle is breathing hard, trying to stay calm but can’t with being so exposed. “What I am going to do with my bad little princess?”  Steve starts to circle her.  “First she pouts after I said she couldn’t and then she has to be so sweet and let Bucky flirt with her.  My,  my.  Such a bad princess.”  

“I’m sorry.” Belle cries. “I’m sorry, sir.”  

“Too late princess.  No more talking.”  He take a ball gag and put it to her mouth.  “Bite around it. You’ll be ok.” She opens her jaw to bite and Steve buckles it.  “Can you breathe Isabella?” She nods.  “Good.”  He reached for a riding crop.  He flicked it to her wrist.  “Did that hurt?” She shook her head.  “Good.  Now.  For the pouting, you get five since it was only once.  For the flirting you get 10.” Belle shook her head.  “What’s that?”  She couldn’t speak. “No words Princess?  Aww too bad.”  

Steve circled her again. “Maybe, I should leave you here.  Wanting and waiting for me.  That sounds like a better punishment”. Belle pulled on her arms.  “Don’t sweetheart.  You’ll mark yourself.” He lowered the ring so she couldn’t pull. He flicked the crop against her nipple and she  let out a muffled scream, her nerves electrified.  Steve could see her arousal starting to grow and a drop ran down  her leg.   “Don’t want to waste that,” he said before he took his finger and picked it up, putting the bead in his mouth.  

“So sweet  my princess. That was one.”  He flicked on the other nipple and she cried another muffled moan.  He kept going, never hitting the same place twice. Tiny red marks appeared on her body but they didn’t hurt, just flashed sensations on her body.  The last one, however, that was her undoing.  Steve flicked right at her clit and she came, hard.  Steve kneeled to drink her in.   As she came down, he lifted her to his hips and  thrusted in.  She couldn’t ground herself so she was lost, a doll for him to use.  Her body responded and convulsed around him.  “Cum for me, princess.”  She still couldn’t speak, try as she might.  Steve reached to remove the gag and Belle moaned loud from the pain and the pleasure she was  receiving.   “Steve,” she cried.  

“That’s it my princess.  Let go.”  He thrusted up into her twice before she came, and he followed her. Her head was limp on his neck as he removed the handcuffs. He took her to the sleigh bed and cleaned her up.  She was asleep by the time he came back after cleaning himself.   He picked her up and took her to her room.  After getting her into bed, he kissed her forehead.  “Sweet dream my Belle.”   

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