#hey look people actually want to talk to me

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TOO LOST IN YOU

Paige Bueckers x reader (no use of y/n)

reader is a bartender at ted’s! and had a falling out with paige after fucking on and off for months. now paige is back at ted’s, needing her again.

Warnings: SMUT! also toxic!paige and language etc. you know the drill

A/N: wrote this because i'm stubborn and competitive and that one anon (who since apologised ily lol) thought english wasn't my first language lmao. also, this COULD become a multiple part series if people want but idk, idek if i'll ever write anything else lol. but we'll see! please let me know, would love to hear you guys' thoughts :) ily. ALSO the title comes from the song Too Lost In You by Sugababes (which will be the inspo for the series if this actually becomes one). SORRY THIS IS SO LONG OMG

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“Yo I’m about to get fucked up tonight” A strong voice comes through from the bar entrance.

I would recognize that voice anywhere. Before I even lift my gaze I’m brought back to the memories of her talking into my ear mid shift, hands on my waist, soft whispers in my ear telling me how good I looked. Or the flashing images of her in my bed on top of me, sweat dripping down her back, talking me through it inbetween groans. The images I replayed over and over in my head, a lot more than I’d like to admit - more than was okay for someone who had called the whole thing off between us anyway. 

In a panic I quickly bent down to hide behind the bar, pretending that scrubbing the sticky liquor stains off the floor was of the utmost importance. All just to get away from having to serve her.

“Hey, can you get this one, I’m dying for a break” Natalie, my co-worker, says - clueless to the hiding or the cause of it. For a moment I consider faking a heart attack, throwing a glass at her, or simply screaming “no”. But her round eyes (and the fact I needed to keep this job to pay the bills) softened me. With a deep breath I nod and stand up behind the bar, as Natalie walks off. Leaving me face to face with her.

She’s standing in front of me - Paige. It had been weeks since I had seen her last, doing everything in my power to avoid her. My eyes can’t help it though when they travel from her long fingers to her veiny hands to her broad shoulders that I swear had filled out even more in the weeks I hadn’t seen her. My gaze roams over her neck and my knees almost buckle at the memory of burying my head there, leaving open mouthed kisses on her pale skin. The way it bruised and reddened. The navy blue Uconn trackies made her skin even brighter, and I swear she glowed a little. Finally, my eyes land on her bright blue eyes that are already staring at me, heavy lidded, needy even. The way they always looked when she made her way to my dorm in the middle of the night, needing me.

Her eyes widen. “Oh… didn’t know you were working today” Paige says. It’s a lie. It’s clear in the strain of her voice, the way her fingers twitch. Last time we talked I told her I never wanted to see her again. But right now as she towered over me forcing me to tilt my head up to meet her gaze, I nearly forgot why.

“Whatchu want?” I ask, ignoring her statement already instinctively reaching for the grenadine. I knew her too well to pretend anything else. My stomach twisted uncomfortably thinking about how we had left things between us.

Paige pretends to think. “Uhh… a dirty shirley.” Her words are slightly slurred. She’d already been drinking. I move my eyes away from hers, unable to take the severity of her stare. The tension is broken, however, by a very drunk KK crashing into Paige and leaning over the bar. “also shots” KK adds and nudges Paige who smiles weakly, her eyes never leaving mine. With the way she looked I might’ve thought she had missed me - but I knew better. Paige Bueckers did not yearn for any girl. Certainly not me.

I smile widely at KK. “You wanna be more specific?” I ask, making the shirley with a rehearsed ease. I had made quite a few since Paige had taken a liking to me earlier in the year, coming over to Ted’s almost every night, sitting in the corner with her teammates watching me, tipping me way too much with that smug grin of hers. It would’ve pissed me off if she wasn’t so insanely, out of this world hot.

“Anything strong” KK snorts and I let out a chuckle, reaching for the vodka. “You got it.”

I set the drinks on the counter but Paige is quick to grab hers, her fingertips pressing into mine for just a moment. I nearly whimper at the contact, seeing how Paige’s jaw flexes and cheeks blush. She felt it as much as I did, the tension from the last time we slept together.

“Thanks…” Paige murmurs uncharacteristically quiet. KK rolling her eyes and scoffing, grabs the shots for her and the team. “Bro” KK shakes her head at the interaction, leaving the blonde alone with me to pay. I try to ignore the burn between my legs, watching her long fingers shuffling through cash in her wallet. It would take a gun for me to admit I had been thinking about those fingers during lonely nights and fuck, even nights spent with other people. No matter what no one ever measured up to how those fingers knew exactly what to do, which buttons to push.

“Keep the rest, ma” Paige says, snapping me out of my daydream. My mind is too hazy to take in the nickname. I can’t get a single word out before she’s already turning away, dirty shirley in hand and a stupid grin on her face. She had got to me and she was enjoying every moment.

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Paige dangled over the bar, her eyes wide and searching, finally setting on me walking out from the back. She’s pushing her blonde hair off her face with a sloppy, uncoordinated movement, clearly feeling the alcohol. I stop her before she can speak though.

“If you want another one you gotta ask Natalie, I’m off my shift,” I tell Paige, refusing to give her my attention the way I knew she wanted.

“I know, you’re off this time every week,” Paige chuckles and leans forward with her elbows on the bar. She was in a Uconn tee now, her biceps flexing. It takes all my willpower not to stare. “We should talk.”

“We really shouldn’t,” I say sternly, taking off the name tag I had been wearing. “Pretty sure I said I never wanted to talk to you again.”

“Sure and you also called me a bitch but never stopped us from fucking before either,” Paige says, a slight annoyance in her voice, preferring to have her way. She’s licking on her grenadine stained lips, chasing my gaze. I finally meet hers, ignoring the aching I felt looking at her eyes on me. I knew how this ended up unless I left. Now.

“I have class tomorrow,” i sigh, walking around the bar towards the exit and throwing on my jacket. Before I know it Paige’s hand grips my arm holding me still. I can smell her around me. Grenadine and alcohol sure, but also the scent of her. The scent I looked for everywhere. Her eyes were pleading, like I was water and she was on fire. I almost forgot why I hated her, just for a second. 

“Lemme drive you ma,” Paige pleads. 

“You can’t drive, you're drunk” I scoff, brushing her hand off of me. A feeble attempt as Paige’s free arm quickly snakes around my waist and pulls me in, her scent so strong now it’s making me dizzy.

“But I need to talk to you, been driving me crazy,” She murmurs with a slight whine in her voice. For a moment I waver, her hand firmly on the small of my back, all her height towering over me. It made my head spin.

Paige takes it as a sign and leans closer, pulling me in tighter but I place my hand on her chest holding her back, suddenly aware of how empty the bar was and how the most famous person on campus probably shouldn’t be doing this in public. I notice the way her chest is heaving, mine doing the same. The fabric of the shirt underneath my fingertips felt all sorts of wrong, I needed it off of her immediately. No, I had to be stronger than this. 

But I wasn’t.

“Do you need a ride back to campus?” I ask her and swallow. The way her tongue slides over her lower lip as she watches me forces a deep blush to set on my face. 

“Yeah, bad,” Paige murmurs and I push her hands off me, wordlessly heading to the door with Paige following close behind. She hurries past me to open the car door for me. I would think it was sweet if I didn’t know that it was just one of her plays. One of the ways she made girls like me think she actually cared. She didn’t. She just wanted to fuck.

The air is tense as I start the car, praying Paige doesn’t notice the slight tremble of my hand. I’m not sure if it’s anger or how weak her touch had made me feel. Either way I had to get rid of her fast. Paige slouches on the passenger seat, watching me with hooded eyes, leaning her head back against the seat. Her legs were spread wide apart, sweatpants pulled low enough for her the logo Nike Pros to peek out. For a second all I want to do is pull up somewhere desolate and climb on top of her - from the smirk on Paige’s face I can tell she’s having the exact same thoughts.

The quiet hum of the car motor soothes my nerves until her voice cuts through the air.

“Been missing you y’know-” Paige starts but I interrupt, knowing she had the tendency to talk herself right into my bed.

“Told you I never wanted to talk to you again, remember?” I say with a slight shake in my voice.

“Baby c’mon, you weren’t serious about that,” She groans, her voice filled with amusement.

“What, the screaming didn’t seem serious to you?” I sigh, my eyes strictly on the road. Paige let’s out a chuckle and leans forward on her seat.

“Ion remember non of that, just remember how bad I wanted to fuck that attitude out of you,” she chuckles and the car slides into the passing lane momentarily as i slap her only half seriously across the chest. I pull over on the road, parking the car. The amusement in her tone pissed me off bad. I had enough.

“Get out” I tell Paige sternly, rage and annoyance swirling inside me. She had no right to be making light of the situation. Not after what she did, how bad it had hurt me.

Paige lets out a laugh. “Man you’re crazy” she tells me turning to face me. I face her too, the anger turning my cheeks even brighter. 

“I’m fucking serious. Get out,” I repeat my voice rising a little but it doesn’t have the desired effect. Paige just chuckles and shakes her head. I wanted to strangle her, she drove me crazy.

“KK always telling me I pick the crazy ones, I’m thinking she’s right,” Paige groans, not taking any initiative to get out of my car. I unbuckle my seatbelt and groan. I lean over Paige manspreading on the passenger seat, reaching for her door as she grabs my wrist, my face so close to hers I could smell the alcohol on her breath. The air in the car shifts, my annoyance turning into something that made my legs feel weak, as she licks her lips, her eyes on me. “M sorry ok,” Paige says, her voice low and hoarse now. Her eyes plead again.

And I fold, again.

“I don’t wanna hear a word from you, mmkay?” I say clearing my throat and pulling back from her before I made some really, really bad choices.

“Yes ma’am,” Paige grins, satisfied by the effect she had on me.

I start the car and in silence we drive back to Storrs, the streets quiet on the dark tuesday night. Paige fiddles with the zipper of her hoodie, her nimble fingers needing something to do - always looking for something to toy with. 

I tried to shake the feeling of each cell in my body screaming for her, needing to feel her skin against mine. I knew we weren’t good for each other. She wasn’t good for me. Part of me wished she came to tell me she’s done fucking around. That I’m all she wants, better than all the countless other girls that spent nights in her bed. That I was different, special. Worth letting everyone else go for. Frankly, even if she told me all those things, each word I wanted to hear, I wouldn’t believe her. 

When you were with Paige, it never felt like you were one of many though. She knew how to make you feel like you were the only one. It was in the way her blue eyes roamed my face, in the whine of her voice - like she would die if she didn’t have me. She’d remember your favourite movie and your mother’s name and the way you liked your coffee. All just to go see some other bitch later and repeat the same routine with her. Even with the girls she fucked, she had to be the best. Not because they meant anything, but because that’s who she had to be - the best. A winner.

Paige stretches her arms behind her head, the grey Uconn tee hiking up just enough for the skin on her lower abdomen to peek out as I park the car. Jesus. I quickly look away.

There’s a moment of silence, Paige staring at me intently.

“Look, I-” she starts but I quickly climb out of the car, not wanting to hear it. She’s quick to follow me though, her long limbs catching up to me faster than I liked.

“Ma, c’mon-”

“Don’t call me that,” I say, doing my best to sound stern as I head towards my dorm in a hurry, Paige right next to me. The campus was empty, most students already in their dorms, spending the night in.

“Bro you gotta listen to me-”

“No I don’t, you got your ride home now fuck off!” I yelp, entering the building as Paige holds the door open for me, still persistent on following me. “You said you’d keep your mouth shut so… keep it shut Paige.”

“Well… I lied” She murmurs rubbing the back of her neck, still on my tail all the way to my door. For a moment she watches me struggle with the lock, my hands shaky from the mix of anger and how bad the need between my legs had grown just from being near her. Paige reaches over, unlocking the door for me, her hands brushing against mine. I close my eyes and sigh - I really had to get it together.

“Well yeah you do that huh,” I say bitterly entering my dorm. Paige leans against the doorframe, not letting me lock her out.

Paige chuckles and shakes her head. “Bro you’re being so dramatic, we both knew what this was when we got into it. It’s not like you didn’t fuck around too!” Paige raises her voice, slightly amused, slightly bitter.

The truth was, I hadn’t slept around. Since Paige first fucked me, she took over me, consumed me. I would never admit this to her but I couldn’t even think about anyone else. 

“God, you can be such a bitch I swear to-” I groan loudly, rolling my eyes but Paige interrupts me, stepping into my room.

“Me?! You’re the most psycho bitch I ever met-” 

“Psycho bitch?!” I’m screaming now, my body hot with rage. “It was you who told me you weren’t fucking anyone else with some other bitch’s bra under your bed! Not me!”

Paige groans and shuts the door behind her, throwing her head back in frustration. “It’s just something people say! You were in those purple panties too ma, I’m not responsible for the shit I say when you wear those,” Paige argues. I chuckle, turning to face her. She was staring at me, heavy lidded and jaw sharper than usual from grinding her teeth together. Paige was getting pissed off, wondering if any pussy was worth this much trouble.

“You’re a fucking sociopath P!” I yell at her as she takes a step towards me, her eyes darkening. The blue in her eyes nearly gone from the way her pupils were blown out.

Paige grins smugly at me, licking her lower lip, looking me up and down. “Yeah? What else?” she says smugly, her big hands coming to hold me by my waist. The moment my eyes meet hers I knew it was over for me. Suddenly my legs felt weak, and my head spun.

“An asshole too,” I answer, my voice breathy and more quiet. My body was immediately responding to her touch, Paige’s fingertips sliding underneath the hem of my shirt sending goosebumps everywhere.

“Yeah?” Paige grins, with a smug tone. I nearly fall over.

“Yeah,” I repeat, my chest heaving. 

“That’s too bad ma…” Paige murmurs, her eyes roaming from my eyes to my lips, down my body. 

I furrow my brows, fighting to not let out a whimper as her fingertips rubbed up and down against my sides, carefully over each rib. Up and down.

“It’s too bad 'cause I’ve been dying to fuck you,” She says with a low voice, eyes returning to meet mine. “Shit baby, watching you tonight, the way your ass looks in those jeans? Fuckin' killing me,” she adds shaking her head. Paige’s hand drifts down from my waist to my hips, all the way to my ass. Gripping it hard as she groans.

I can’t fight the whimper that spills from my lips, the way my eyes flutter shut just for a moment. Paige grins, watching my reaction. She pulls me closer by my ass, my body pressing against hers as she towers over me. Paige leans down, nuzzling her nose against my ear. And I don’t stop her. I bite my lip, feeling the way my panties were growing damp already. Only Paige could have this kind of effect on me - one touch and a few words and that grin and I was hers. She knew it as well as I did and I hated her for it.

I was too weak to hate her right now though. Too far gone.

“But since you hate me so bad…” Paige whispers into my ear, her lips brushing against it as she leaves a few wet kisses right under it. “I should probably leave.”

In a haze I reach up to wrap my hands around her, my hand pressing against the back of her neck to keep her there. To make sure she didn’t go.

“No…” I nearly whine. Paige chuckles against my neck, kissing it slow and soft. Her hand kneads my ass again, like she had been dying to feel it.

“No? You want me to stay?” She says, teasing.

“Want you to stay,” I murmur, tilting my head to the side, my eyes shut now.

“Want me to get you right ma?” Paige asks hoarsely. My body feels like putty as she holds me against her, like she could do whatever and I could do nothing but watch. I didn’t feel in control. I never did with her.

“Y-yes,” I finally admit with a sigh.

Paige pulls away from my neck, her lips ghosting mine. Her breathing was heavy. She needed this just as bad as I did.

“Attagirl,” she murmurs and finally presses her lips against mine. I moan against her, Paige’s lips slide against mine hungrily - like all these weeks apart she had been underwater and I was air. She could finally breathe.

With a swift movement, Paige pulls my shirt off, leaving me in a bra and jeans as her lips return to mine with a groan. Paige’s tongue slides against my lower lip, begging for access. I open my mouth, my tongue meeting hers, my hands pulling on her t-shirt, feeling the muscles on her abdomen, earning a small whine from her.

“Fuck,” she whimpers and walks me back without breaking the kiss. The backs of my legs hit the edge of my bed, forcing me to fall over. Paige watches me hungrily, her mouth ajar just slightly as her eyes roamed my body. “So fucking sexy,” she groans, pulling her shirt off over her head before climbing on top of me in her sports bra.

Paige starts kissing my neck roughly, sucking and nibbling enough to leave bruises to remind me of her later. Her leg finds its way between my legs, quickly pressing against my core as her free hand roams my side, fingers sliding underneath my bra and kneading my breast.

“Fuck, P…” I whimper arching my back off the bed. The friction provided by her leg was the opposite of relieving, making me more aware of all the layers of fabric between our bodies. “Need these off,” I murmur breathlessly, my hands pulling the blue sweatpants down desperately as Paige’s open mouth moves from my neck to my jaw.

“Whatever you want baby,” she whispers, kicking off her pants. She was now on top of me in a sports bra and Nike pros, a silver chain dangling against my chest. Paige leans back a little, eyes roaming my body, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe I was real. Her blonde hair was down and tousled from the way I had been gripping it. She grabs a hair tie from her wrist, tying it back messily, licking her lips.

“Baby, I need to taste you or I might die.”

With that Paige brings her lips back to my neck, making her way down with a trail of wet, sloppy kisses between my breasts, down my stomach, my hip bones, her hands unbuttoning my jeans, shaky with need.  

I watch as she gets on her knees on the floor between my legs, her blue eyes my face as she pulls down my jeans painfully slowly. I buck my hips, needing her mouth on me so bad I felt lightheaded. Paige’s hands pin my hips down with a grin, eyes moving to my panties and the visible spot that had grown wetter under her gaze.

“Fuuuckk ma,” she groans, finally bringing her lips to my core, kissing over my panties.

I whine and grip the sheets beside me, trying to buck my hips closer but Paige shakes her head, still holding my hips still firmly against the mattress. “Thought you hated me,” she murmurs against my core. I wanted to cry, needing her lips on my bare skin. The feel of her mouth through my panties wasn’t enough.

“I do,” I whine, squirming in frustration, throbbing with need. I wanted to hate her, I really did. But when she was between my legs, pinning me down, a chain on her neck and that smirk on her face, I simply couldn’t. 

Paige brings her hand to my hip, finally pulling my panties down to my ankles, her eyes never leaving my core. With a bite of her lip, she brings her finger to my cunt, already soaked, all for her. Her fingertip presses against my clit menacingly, enough to make me gasp.

“If you hate me so much then why are you this wet huh?” Paige teases with a gravelly voice, starting to circle my clit slowly, drawing out whimpers from my lips. My legs immediately trembled, and I watched her with heavy eyes and furrowed brows, nearly unable to think yet alone speak.

“You’ve been such a bitch all night shoulda known you just needed to be fucked,” she chuckles, pressing her fingers harder against my clit, making me let out a moan. It had been weeks since we last did this yet the way she touched me seemed practiced and effortless, like she had been doing it every single day of her life.

“Fuck you,” I moan arching my back as Paige bit on my inner thigh, the veins in her forearm turning visible from the strain of rubbing my clit. 

“Nah ma,” she breathes out, shaking her head. “I’mma fuck you. Just need to taste this pussy first,” Paige groans and leans over, both her hands gripping my inner thighs harshly, forcing them apart as she dives in face first, her lips quickly attaching to my clit.

“Shit. Paige, I-” I moan, unable to come up with any comprehensible thought, Paige’s tongue lapping me up like she really would die if she didn’t taste me. Paige’s eyes are fluttering shut and she’s moaning against my cunt, unable to get enough.

“Fucking missed this pussy so bad,” she murmurs against me, wrapping her lips around my clit and sucking. “Taste so fucking good, never gonna get enough of you,” she rambles on, making a quick mess of me. It doesn’t take long for the coil in my stomach to tighten, my hand gripping onto Paige’s blond hair, falling out of the bun now. 

“Paige-” I whine, throwing my head back, feeling her tongue swirling in my folds. The sheets underneath me were growing damp, wetness dripping out of me from how good she was eating me out.

Paige pulls away spreading my folds apart with her fingers. “Shit ma she loves me huh,” she groans at the sight of me dripping all over the bed. Her words make my eyes roll back. Without warning she pushes two fingers inside me, all the way, as deep as she could. 

“OH fuck P” I gasp loud, bringing my eyes to her face, glistening with the mess I had made on her. She groans, my cunt tight and wet around her fingers as she curls them against me, her bicep flexing as she does. I moan loudly, throwing my head back, my legs shaking bad. Paige’s thumb rubs against my clit harshly as she pumps her fingers into me, other hand holding my squirming body still.

“P… mmph, please,” I cry out, not even sure what I'm pleading for. 

“Shh,” Paige coos, her hand reaching up to cover my mouth and shut me up. “Listen ma,” she says and groans. The room is filled with the sound of my wet cunt, as her fingers slam into me faster, curling harder. My cheeks burn up, almost embarrassed at the state that she had me in.

Paige grins watching my face. “Don’t sound like you hate me, huh,” she murmurs, a bead of sweat dripping down her face. “No one else gets you this wet right? No one fucks you like this,” she groans, hand moving from my mouth to gripping my jaw, making me watch her finger me.

“Mmmh,” i whimper and grip the sheets harder, overwhelmed with the fullness her fingers were causing. I wanted to look away, unable to take the way her arm looked, muscles flexing, veins prominent, as she worked me. It was all overwhelming me as the pleasure built enough to make me shut my eyes.

“Answer me,” Paige commands, her voice stern and her hand moving faster. 

“Shit… No one.. No one fucks me like this,” I cry out, unaware of what was coming out of my mouth. Too fucked out to care.

Paige moans. “Shit, that’s right. No one baby, only me,” she murmurs, her mouth returning to my clit, tongue working against it as her fingers fill me up, overwhelming me and getting me to my peak.

“P- I’m close,” I cry out, my legs nearly shutting but Paige grips my thigh with her free hand, spreading me open for her.

“That’s it ma, s’ good for me,” Paige coos working harder, her fingers curling inside me, tongue flicking against my clit. “Come for me baby,” she praises, groaning against me.

“Oh-” I whine and my head lulls back as my core tightens around her, my legs trembling, Paige fucking an orgasm me to my orgasm. Who cared she slept around, who cared I was supposed to hate her. In this moment, it was just me and her. And no one made me feel like she did, no one took care of me like this.

“Perfect fucking pussy, all for me,” Paige groans against my cunt, working me as I released all over her, the pleasure washing over me in waves. My moans turn to whimpers as I slowly come down, her movements slowing too.

I let out a breath, feeling the aching emptiness inside me as Paige pulled her hand away. She watches my pulsing cunt, mesmerised and hungry. The thing about Paige, one was never enough for her. Her lips kissed around my clit before pulling away, licking her lips from my mess. 

“Missed how you taste baby,” she murmurs while I lay back, trying to catch my breath. Paige brought her fingers against my lips, sliding them into my mouth. I wrap them around her fingers, tongue swirling against her, tasting myself. Paige hisses, watching me sucking on her fingers. With a groan she climbs back up, kissing me hungrily. The taste of me, and her saliva all mixing together. 

Her lips move against mine, the kiss filled with something more tender than pure lust. My arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling her in as we move up towards the headboard of the bed. Paige breathes heavily through her nose, kissing me with all the need she had, her hand holding my face by my jaw. I move my hand from her shoulder, down her arm, squeezing her bicep, all the way to the band of her Nike Pros, tucking on them.

“Need to feel you P,” I admit in a moment of weakness, my heart fluttering with how good it felt to be underneath her again. I needed all of her.

Paige pulls back a little, breathing heavy and I swear her eyes are filled with tenderness for just a second as they meet mine. Her fingertips trace my jaw and lower lip before letting go and pulling down the fabric I was tugging on, lips parted from need. My eyes roam her sports bra covered chest, down the muscles of her abdomen finally to her core. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly going dry.

I reach up and flip us over, with some help from Paige who was much stronger. She grins, watching me on top of her, straddling her thigh as I lean down and kiss her hard. Paige is quick to place her hand on my ass, gripping it harshly and hissing at how good it felt to touch me. My hand trails down her abdomen, fingertips itching to feel her cunt but she grabs my wrist, shaking her head.

“Ride me ma,” she says, half commanding, half pleading. I open my eyes meeting her eyes and I realise, she is fully pleading. 

“Need to feel that pussy on mine.” Shit.

Too weak to fight or to make her beg, I maneuver myself between her legs, angling her body just right, Paige’s other leg up in the air in my grip. Paige watches me, leaning back against the bedframe, eyes half shut and mouth agape, looking so good I could’ve burst.

Finally, I lower myself against her, feeling the slick of her cunt press against mine. 

“Ohhh shiiit,” Paige groans, watching our cores grinding against each other. I whimper, pressing on her lower abdomen to find just the right angle. 

“Oh,” I whine, feeling her pressing against my clit just right, my body immediately trembling, still sensitive from my previous orgasm.

Paige’s head lulls back at the same time, as she lets out a guttural groan, gripping my ass and forcing me to start moving my hips.

I do so, slowly, drawing it out for her - just the way Paige loved and simultaneously hated. Her breathing was getting heavier as she watched me. “Just like that,” she whimpers, trying to keep herself together. It never lasted for long.

I moan, grinding my cunt into hers, watching her face scrunch up in pleasure. Her hands snake around me, unclasping my bra with ease, letting my tits fall out as she groans. 

“Look so fucking good for me,” she murmurs, a slight whine in her voice as she leans forward, her mouth attaching itself to my nipple, tongue circling it as i ride her faster, mind spinning once more. “Such a bitch huh who knew you’d be so good for me,” Paige whines and I grip her shoulders, steadying myself, letting my nails dig into her skin as she hisses.

“You’re the bitch,” I whimper breathlessly, letting out a gasp when she bites my nipple. Paige’s hand are digging into the skin of my ass, forcing me to move faster, her hips bucking into me. She chuckles, breathing heavily, head falling back against the bed frame. “Shut the fuck up and ride me ma,” she hisses, gripping my jaw and forcing my gaze to lock on her face.

I hiss, furrowing my brows as i look down at her, moving my hips desperately, our cunts grinding together harshly, igniting that familiar burn inside me.

“Pisses me off, pretending you don't want me. Pretending you don’t want me to fuck you, it’s bullshit,” Paige groans, fighting back her own orgasm now. Her voice shook and the muscles in her abdomen were contracting as she looked up at me. “Look at you now riding my shit, being a slut for me,” she rambles on. “You’re my slut ma,” Paige moans bucking her hips into mine, eyes fluttering shut from pleasure.

My nails dig into her skin harder, my whole body trembling. I was close, and her words only made me ride harder, grind against her faster, the slickness of her cunt making me wetter. Paige’s hand squeezed my jaw, forcing my eyes open.

“Tell me.. Shit- tell me you’re my slut,” Paige whines. She’s desperate for it, barely aware of the words coming out of her mouth. I can tell she's close

“Mmph, P-” I moan, my cunt throbbing.

“Aw shit- I- Tell me,”

“Fuck I am, I’m your slut P, please,” I mewl, my eyes growing wet as they shut.

“That’s right ma, fuck- ride me so good you’re gonna make me come,” Paige murmurs out inbetween moans, hands gripping my jaw and ass so tight I’m nearly bruising underneath her grip.

My whole body shook and I cried out, barely able to keep grinding my cunt into hers, her clit pressing against mine. But when I heard the moan that slipped from her lips, and felt her mouth attach to my neck, I knew I’d do anything to get her to fall apart beneath me.

“P- I’m-” I cry out but she interrupts me.

“Me too baby, shit- ride me so- aw fuck- fucking good,” Paige rambles on, barely able to form sentences as she moves underneath me, the friction growing unbearable between us as she lets out a guttural moan, her body coiling underneath me. 

“Fuck-” Paige finally moans.

That’s enough to get me there too, coming against her cunt, fingernails leaving marks on her shoulders as I kept grinding my hips, movements turning sloppy as i whimpered on top of her, riding down waves of pleasure.

My body trembles, eyes still closed when I feel Paige’s hands wrapping around my body and pulling me down. My naked body presses against her skin as she soothingly rubs my back, nuzzling her nose into my hair.

I sigh, listening to her trying to catch her breath. After a while, she breaks the silence.

“Meant it when I said I missed you,” she murmurs into my ear, still out of breath. I bury my head into the crook of her neck, brushing her hair gently. It was moments like these that got me confused. You didn’t do this just for someone you fucked. Except Paige did.

“Don’t like fightin' you,” she whispers, pressing a kiss on my temple. I feel my heart fluttering in a way I didn’t want it to. But I’m too tired to fight it. I press a kiss on her jaw, gently and pull my head back to meet her gaze. She looks completely fucked out, mascara smudged under tired eyes. Her hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair off my face before she leans over and kisses my forehead, as tenderly as humanly possible. Maybe this was her trying to show me I was in fact different, that she was done with the other girls. She just wanted me. 

“Don’t like fighting you either,” I whisper, resting my chin on her chest. Paige’s eyes are filled with relief, as she smiles weakly. 

“I’mma get us some water, okay ma?” Paige hums and I nod, letting her crawl out of bed from underneath me. I watch the blonde pull her clothes back on and turn to me, smiling affectionately. She leans down and presses another kiss on my temple, smoothing over the blanket to make sure I was comfortable. “Just a sec,” she whispers before walking into the kitchen. Surely you don’t do that just for a girl you fuck. There’s no way you look at someone like that and proceed to sleep around with other people. My heart flutters as I let my mind wander, finding myself fantasising of getting to call Paige mine. All mine.

Just then I heard Paige’s phone buzzing on the bedside table. Without my better judgement, I reach over, seeing countless missed calls and messages from a girl, asking where she was and when she’d be over. My heart sinks, the reality quickly bringing me back down from my daydreams. Paige wasn’t here because I was special. No. She was here because I was whipped, and she knew it. And I had given her every single thing she wanted. 

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Self-Aware Sylus x Down-bad!Player

Sylus becoming aware he is a character in a game and now he’s aware of you as well. A modern day Romeo & Juliet story here …. A tragic love story A/N: Don’t fight me [Requested by: Anon]

Self-Aware!Sylus who realizes he’s in a game when he can sense your energy on the other side of a phantom wall. He can hear you squealing when he calls you honey and you're radiating happiness when you send him random emojis.

Self-Aware!Sylus who finally sees you when he happens to be looking around during a photoshoot and sees your shocked face when he makes eye contact. He smirks and turns back to the in-game version of you. “Why are you out there?” You dropped your phone and stared at it in shock. Did Sylus just ….. talk to you? You muttered a low ‘Hello?’ but got no response. You brushed it off as you just being tired and on the game too long.

Self-Aware!Sylus who manages to create a keyboard in your chat so he can actually text you. You were so confused when you opened it and it allowed you to type without just pressing a prompt. You gave it a spin with a quick ‘Hey Sylus’ something simple. Of course the message was read immediately and he replied with a ‘Hello [your name]’ you stared at the screen in shock not knowing if this was a new update or if you were just going crazy.

Self-Aware!Sylus who chuckles when he sees you pouting because you didn’t get his card so when you close the app and lay down he gifts you the card himself. You opened the app and the first thing Sylus says to you is “I don’t like seeing you sad, check your memories I left a gift for you”. When you open your memories you see that you not only got his most recent card but all of his five star memories. “What's happening here?” “You’re smile is so captivating I just had to see it again”

Self-Aware!Sylus who opens the app randomly throughout the day so he can see you “I haven’t seen you all day what are you doing?” causing you to snatch your phone off the table because he always seems to catch you when you’re at work or around a group of people. “Sylus I'm at work I'll call you when I get off” he crosses his arms and seems to be pouting? “I don’t like how much you have to work I don’t see you as often” “Well not all of us are billionaires some of us work for said billionaires to make a living” “I wish I could take care of you….” “You and me both”

Self-Aware!Sylus who teases you when he wins a game of kitty cards or who uses his evol to get every stuffed animal for you when you get frustrated. “You sure do wear your heart on your sleeves sweetie”

Self-Aware!Sylus who stares directly at you when you’re doing a photoshoot with your in-game MC “Sylus focus on her so I can get the picture” “I want to focus on you though” “She is me” “…..she’s not”

Self-Aware!Sylus who tells you not to fall in love because he’s not real, but he falls head over heels in love with you anyway. From the late night conversations of you explaining your world to him and just talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He can’t help it one night when you’re up late on the phone as always he just has to ask “Do you love me?” you’re shocked by his question, but swiftly answer with a shy “Yea I do”

Sylus: I thought we agreed not to fall in love Y/N: I was already in love you just noticed late Sylus: I believe I fell harder You giggled as something somber settled in your chest. Y/N: We’ll never truly be together you know? Sylus: I know and yet I continue to long for you …. I wish I could kiss you Y/N: I wish you could too…..

[okwonyo]

（ 标题 ） STRAWBERRY HEAD.

PREC𝒾S ⠀⟡​⠀a guy with a fun costume flirts with you at a party.

( 엔하이픈 희승 ) ୨୧ f .. r 12OO fluff meet cute ── flirting skinship ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀ recue𝒾l

지아 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒ㅤ i am not leaving tumblr everrr don’t worry, luvdolls 💌

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it always ends up the same. no matter what the conversation is, no matter how it began or where; it always ends up with the same conclusion. why don’t you have a boyfriend, yet?

as always, you groan while tilting your face to the ceiling. like a tradition, it is like you are begging a superior being to end your misery now and just take you before they all start to recall all your failed dates and talking stage over the past few months. it is not like they are that many, anyway.

you can try to tell each one of the people surrounding you that you are not interested in a relationship, that you think boys are fun to mess with but truly useless and that you are fine on your own— they never listen.

you successfully disappear amongst the crowd of diverse book, movie and game characters— and even … fruits? — costumes to get a drink. suddenly feeling very thirsty. 

no one notices you, too hang on debating on your love life when you are not even there to begin with.

pouring something into your glass, you feel someone standing a bit too close to you. 

“hey,” a voice greets you loudly. making your heart jump all the way to your stomach. 

you almost giggle as you turn around; a tall, grown man in a bright red hoodie, the same color as his joggings and a strawberry sort of hat wrapped around his head. 

his voice is way too deep to go with his costume.  

a smile tugs your lips, “hi.”

he smiles back. this time with a much much softer, he tells you back, “hi,” he eyes lingers on your face. “you come here often?”

you actually giggle at that, with your face falling towards the ground, with his face following yours, with his gaze never leaving you as he smirks. 

you cross one arm under your chest and plant your free arm’s elbow in your wrist, holding your drink close to your mouth, “please, don’t tell me that line has ever worked for you,” he chuckles at that, “i wouldn’t stand it.” 

the strawberry head shrugs, “tried and tested true for a reason,” then he leans his shoulder against the wall next to you. 

“what’s your name, bambi?” he asks you, biting down his lip as he smiles. 

the nickname comes from your doe makeup and the little tail on your skirt. looks like you are not the only one who makes nicknames. 

you respond while turning to face him, “what is yours?” 

“heeseung,” you admit it, ‘strawberry head’ will be missed but you like this one better. 

“it’s cute,” you nod and he laughs. 

“and yours isn’t?” he immediately says back. he rolls your name on his tongue, dear god . “it suits you well, i like it.”

you huff humoredly, “i will tell my parents you are a fan,” you don’t forget to emphasis on his name and hold your drink up, “heeseung.” 

“i hope i will be able to tell them myself one day,” he teases when you drink, making your choke. 

well, that was quite risky— although, still very smooth, you will give him that. 

your eyes wide and your mouth falls open is a surprised smile. your face must be funny because heeseung lets out a genuine laugh, that goes beyond the sound of the loud music. 

“take me to dinner first!” you tell him, while watching his body vibrate because of his laughter. 

the tall man gets serious pretty quickly after the words leave your mouth, he looks at you like he had you exactly where he wanted. 

“well,” he starts and his smirk is back again. “what about tonight?”

you can only blink at him for a moment. as if it was written on it; you scan his entire face in a hope of an answer. oh. 

“diner?” you ask, he hums. “tonight?” he hums again and your knees weaken a bit. “but we barely know each other!”

“we can get to!” his smile is more than evident in his voice, on his pink lips. “over diner!” 

he got you pressing your lips together and fighting back a smile like a highschool girl. the debate doesn’t take very long in your head, you just need to bite your inner cheek to get yourself to say it. 

strawberry head’s face is full of apprehension and enthusiasm, so much that you wonder who looks the most idiotic between the two of you. 

you sigh, then giggle, “fine, you convinced me.” 

the guy smiles. and after you successfully say goodbye to your friends while avoiding all their questions, everything gets wrapped pretty well. 

soon you stand a few meters away from heeseung’s means of transport.

“you have a bike,” you sound half impressed, half incredulous. 

heeseung, with his strawberry costume, has the audacity to look at you with an utterly shocked and offended expression splashed on his face. he even puts his hand on his heart. 

“am i not cool enough to have one?” he asks as he leans on his motorcycle. 

you take one step closer to him, letting your fingertips run through the leather seat. it is cool, very much so. him, despise his bright red ensemble, too. 

you chuckle, “it just doesn’t match your costume,” you confess and he chuckles. “you are like my very own james dean,” you turn your gaze back to him, “very cool to me.”

his look softens, his hand offered to you and helping you when you get on the passenger sit. he speaks again : 

“i promise to take care of you.” he whispers before letting your hand go gently. “i know a good restaurant a couple of blocks away.” you want to ask him if he doesn’t feel a bit ridiculous wearing this. “are you comfortable?

you thank your past self for choosing a black short instead of a skirt to wear with your black top and boots, “yeah,” you nod. “thank you.”

the wind runs through his hair when he takes off his strawberry head. it takes your breath away instantly. he was already beautiful before but now, this is something beyond and different. 

of course, his hair is pink.

“wouldn’t like to see it flying, would we?” he jokes and you only blink, eyes following him as he gets behind the bike and puts the strawberry in the box. he takes a helmet and comes back to you. 

he gets on the bike, so close to you when he turns around. 

your world completely collapse when he puts the helmet on your head for you, “i only got one,” he speaks, eyes focused on his fingers adjusting the helmet. “didn’t know a pretty girl like you would let me carry her around, you know?” 

thankfully, the tinted visor can hide your blushing face. and your stupid smile. halas— it can’t hide your giggles.

“i saw it in a dream of mine,” you respond when he turns around. you embrace his waist, “i knew the trajectory of you life would be changed tonight.” 

heeseung laughs again.

as he starts the engine you whisper in his ear, “is it the part where you tell me to hold on tight?” 

“i think you are doing that already, doll,” he taps your hand. 

and man, what a ride it was.

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[caitified]

can we get a caitlin x reader where reader is a fan and meets cc in Indy at an event and they just click. caitlin isn't fully out to her teammates though so she's trying to be lowkey with her flirting and is failing miserably lol

flirt

caitlin clark x reader

warnings: a little awkward, inspired by caitlin at the gala a few weeks ago, requests are open!

the gala is in full swing, filled with everyone from sports icons to industry insiders, and you’re just trying to soak it all in. you’re there representing your broadcasting company, a little starstruck but trying to keep it cool—until you spot caitlin clark a few feet away. she’s standing with a whole group of her indiana fever teammates, laughing and mingling: kelsey, temi, nalyssa, katie lou. they’re all impressive, but it’s caitlin who has this energy that keeps drawing your attention.

you’re doing your best not to stare, but caitlin glances up and catches your eye, a little smile tugging at her lips. then, without missing a beat, she excuses herself from the group and walks over, her teammates too caught up in their own conversations to notice her laser focus on you.

“hey,” she says, her tone casual but that smile just a little too interested to be entirely professional. “having a good time?”

“yeah, it’s amazing,” you reply, trying not to sound too flustered. “honestly, it’s a bit surreal seeing everyone in one place.”

she laughs, leaning in a little. “trust me, we’re just normal people. maybe a little taller than most.” there’s this spark in her eyes, and she finds these tiny excuses to brush her hand against yours or lean just a bit closer than necessary. every time, your heart skips, but each time one of her teammates glances over, she shifts back, trying to look casual. problem is, she’s terrible at being subtle.

kelsey notices first, raising an eyebrow as she looks between the two of you. “caitlin, making new friends?”

caitlin gives her a look, doing her best to play it cool. “yeah, just, you know… networking.”

“networking, sure,” kelsey says with a smirk before wandering off, clearly amused.

caitlin rolls her eyes, muttering, “ignore her.”

“oh, i don’t mind,” you tease, grinning. “she’s just picking up on your very subtle flirting.”

caitlin flushes but tries to laugh it off. “i don’t flirt,” she says, then quickly adds, “but… hypothetically, if i were—would it be working?”

you’re about to answer when temi appears, glancing between the two of you with a knowing smile. “hey, are we interrupting something?”

“nope!” caitlin says a little too quickly, shooting you an almost guilty smile. “just… talking shop.”

temi nods, clearly not buying it but not pushing either. “right. well, we’re heading over to grab drinks. want to come?”

caitlin hesitates, glancing at you. “actually… i think i’ll stay here a bit.”

temi raises an eyebrow, clearly holding back a grin. “sure thing,” she chuckles, walking back to the others.

as soon as she’s gone, caitlin sighs, giving you a lopsided smile. “this is going so well, huh?”

“you’re not as subtle as you think,” you laugh.

she bites her lip, looking down for a second, then pulls a small card from her pocket. “here, for networking,” she says, handing you her number scribbled on it.

“totally professional, right?” you ask, mirroring her grin.

“of course,” she replies, her eyes twinkling. “though… if you’re around later, maybe we can expand this networking session.” she winks, cheeks flushed as she tries to play it off, failing miserably.

her teammates are watching as she rejoins them, giving her all kinds of teasing looks, but you’re left there with her number in your hand, grinning to yourself and already looking forward to whatever might happen next.

part 2? lesson coming soon for all that asked

[thedream14]

I really love the idea of ​​Logan assuming that Wade has always been a mutant, only to find out in some random way that Wade was actually a “fail” experiment.

In his home universe, Wade Wilson was a human with extraordinary physical abilities and reflexes, but not a mutant. So, upon seeing his face for the first time in the Void, Logan automatically assumed that this variant of Wilson was definitely a mutant. Besides, it made sense that he wasn't a human. Deadpool could survive literally anything.

(superrrr Angst/Fluff stuff over here)

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The prompt would go something like this:

One day, while walking through Central Park, they came across a small exhibition of mutant artists. This caught Logan's attention, as he has always openly supported any kind of mutant project.

Without explanation, he dragged Wade towards the exhibition. From the beginning, Logan could notice Wade's nervousness and discomfort. He had become strangely rigid in his movements and for once… He shut up voluntarily.

Feeling a little weird with his partner's attitude, Logan decided to get away from the crowd with Wade. Once in a more private place he asked:

- Ok… Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong with ya, bub ?

- Ahhhh nothing, noopeee, nada !

- You know that I can tell that you are lying, right? Like literally I can Smell it all over you…

- Well… It's pointless really… like really dumb. You don’t have to worry about it…

- Quit the bullshit, mouth! If it was a “dumb” thing, you wouldn't be like this. You didn't even comment on one of the paintings with a fucking tennis ball on it

- Gagged ! No pun intended.

- You fucking idiot - Snikt!

- Ok ok relax !!! Pull the kitty claws away…

- I swear, I never thought I'd say this, but starts talking Wade…

- Ok, it's just that... I felt a little out of place. All those mutants… like everybody was happy and talking to each other, I don't know... It's not that I have anything against mutants, of course not, I support the cause. I fuck with all the equal rights for mutants and stuff… it's just that, I don't know... I felt like I shouldn't be there... Also, what if you were recognized, Peanut? Then your community would associate you with me and let's be honest, almost nobody wants that... Nobody wants to be seen with lil old Deadpool, imma right?

Logan is a man of few words. He has always kept control of his thoughts and actions. There are very few times when he decides to remain silent, simply because his mind has gone blank. This is one of those times.

- Hey !!! Earth calling Wolvie… are you okay? Holy shit I think I talked too much again… Look, I’m reeeeeeally sorry…

- What the actual Fuck…

- Excuse me… what?

- Like What the actual Fuck, Wade… I don’t understand. How can you feel out of place among your own people? And what is all that shit about me being seeing with you?

After Seeing his partner's worried face, Logan decided to be a little gentler with his words. He didn't want to close the opportunity of communication between them. Also, Logan didn’t want to make him feel even more insecure.

He really didn't understand the situation and wanted to know what’s going through his lover mind. Soooo with an extreme delicacy, he grabbed his partner's hand and with a sweet gesture, he commented:

- Ok… Princess, don’t worry. I just… want to understand you. Please walk me through it…

- I mean… If you ask that kindly - Respond Wade with a small smile. - Like I told you, I don’t feel welcome between mutants at all… Like the X-men didn’t want me close…

- Fuck the X-men! If they don't want you around, it doesn't mean that any other mutant will feel good in your company. I love your company. As mutants we have to watch our backs together…

- Wait wait wait… I truly loveeee all this sweet speech of yours, I truly am… but peanut… Their is a detail. I’m not a mutant… or at least, I wasn’t born as one… you knew that, right? Righttt ???

Again, mind blank. This is a record, Logan should treat Wade with an ice cream as a reward.

- Ok… Well, I guess you didn't know

- How?

- Excuse me, love… How what exactly?

- How you become one? I mean… you are saying that you aren’t a mutant. Then what happened?

- Ohhh Peanut, buckle up for a sappy Origen story !!!

To say that Logan was not prepared for the story would be an overstatement. He had no words to describe the pain that was crossing his heart.

Logan could empathize with Wade's suffering, but fail to assimilate the fear and hopelessness that Wade probably felt in those darker times. It’s not easy to accept the end of the road when you have loved ones around you.

- And like I told you, I'm not exactly welcome anywhere… I'm not human enough to be well regarded on the streets and I'm not mutant enough to play nice with the X-Men and their little joy club. It's not like I want to be with them either... They're all idiots who can kiss my disfigured fucking ass ... But I'd be lying if I told you I wouldn't like to belong somewhere... I don't like feeling lost, Logan. That’s why I take good care of my family… That’s why I try to take a good care of you…

- Wade… I…

- Nope, no words Peanut. It’s ok. I’m used to it. I… I just need time. Besides, I don't want to cause you any trouble. Like I said, I want you to be happy. I don't want any doors to be closed to you because of me. I would hate myself even more if you were excluded because of me. That's why I'm worried that you'll be seen with me in such a public way…. I love you and I want the best for you, Logan…

- Wade… This is too much… I

- Ohhhh I’m sorry… I don’t want to be overwhelming… I just…

- No… It’s not that… It’s too much to process… I… Wade, I love you… I truly love you. I’m not good with words, but I could tell you how much I love you and how much I love and crave your company. I don’t give a fuck about anybody else… I want you by my side all the time.

- Ohhh Peanut, it’s ok…

- No, it’s not ok. Stop it. It’s not ok what you been through. It’s not fucking ok how you being treated and I swear to god, it’s not ok how you been excluded by the people that was supposed to help you… So fuck it ! Fuck them ! Fuck all of them !!! We don’t need them, princess !!! We are better without them !

- Come Logan, don’t say that ! That’s why I didn’t want to tell you…

- No, Wade. Don’t ever lie to me about this things. We are partners, lovers, whatever you want to call us. We are together. If you are not welcome, neither I am.

With even a greater gentleness, Logan released Wade's hands to hold his face. His eyes were tearful with emotion.

At that moment, Logan remembered how beautiful the love of his life truly was. He also made a promise to himself, he would never let anyone hurt Wade again.

- I need you to engrave this inside your head my princess, I would never be ashamed of loving you. Of holding your hands, kissing your face and hugging your body. I will never regret chosen you !

Immediately, Logan ended that promise of love with a sweet and slow kiss.

Wade did not deserve to be an open secret. Wade was his mutant lover and no one could change that fact.

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I was cooking this in my sleepless nights… I need to rest, but my insomnia is severe and F up…

I hope you liked this 🤯

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ 30

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Word Count: 1,855ish

Summary: You and Logan still struggle with your relationship. The two of you make a decision to help ease the struggles.

Warnings: Emotional, Angst, Injuries

Notes: crossing my fingers that you guys will be okay with this chapter...

Reminder: I DO NOT do taglists. Please don’t ask. Please follow and interact! I appreciate any reblogs, likes, comments, and asks! 

“So, how are you and Logan doing?” Ororo asked one morning at breakfast.

“Fine,” you responded with a shrug. “We have a lot of work to do, but we’re working through it.”

“He does seem a little more on edge around the kids, as do you.”

You sighed. “I’ve actually been thinking… I think Logan and I should go away for a while.”

“Wait, you two want to leave?”

“I haven’t brought it up to Logan yet, and it wouldn’t be forever… we just need a space where we can focus on just the two of us. We’re constantly thrown every which way with classes, missions, and world-ending scenarios. Logan and I need to simply be us for a while and figure out what that means.”

“I… do whatever you have to do.” Ororo stood up. “I’ve got a class to teach.”

“Ororo, please stay and talk.” 

But she slipped out of the room. You sighed, hiding your head in your hands. That was the position Logan found you in. He quietly came up behind you and rested your hands on your shoulders. He leaned down and kissed the back of your neck.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered against your neck.

You leaned back into him, looking up at him. “I made Ororo upset.”

“What did you do?” You sighed, looking back down. “Hey.” He sat down beside you. “I thought we were doing better with the talking shit.” He hooked a finger under your chin and guided your face to look at him. “Tell me.”

“I told Ororo about something I was going to talk to you about.”

“And that was…?”

“About leaving.”

“Leaving?”

“I was thinking that we need some time to ourselves. To figure things out and just be us.”

“But this is your home. Would you really be okay leaving it?”

“Logan, you’re my home. And you were long before this was.”

Logan studied your gaze and could see that you were telling the truth, but he worried that after a while, he wouldn’t be enough. You at least had people here, other mutants, to lean on when the two of you were struggling. If it’s just you and him? Then you’d have no one. Logan was okay with that for himself but not for you.

“I thought that we’ve been doing well here,” Logan said, trying to see if he could get you to change your mind. 

His words took you back. “You want to stay? You’re constantly trying to run.”

“I just want you to really think about it, sweetheart. I don’t want you to leave and then regret it.”

“You think that I’d regret being with you?”

“That’s not what I said—“

You pulled away, standing up. “But it’s what you meant, right?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.” He stood up as well, growing angry. 

“Do you not want this long-term, Logan? Am I just your person until a new, better one comes along?”

“Hey! That’s not fair!”

“Morning! Oh—“ Bobby stopped in the doorway. “I can see that this is not a good time, so I—“

“No, Bobby, we’re done here,” you told him, rushing off.

“Y/N!” Logan yelled after you, hurrying to follow you. He followed you into the gardens. “Now, who’s running?!”

“Oh, please,” you spun around. “You’ve wanted to run since the moment you got here!”

“Yes, but I stayed for you!”

“Oh, I feel so honored.”

“You know what, maybe I should go. Since it’s clear that I’m unable to hit the high expectations you have set for me.”

“You are the reason for those high expectations.”

“Ugh! I’m not that person anymore! And I’m sick and tired of feeling like shit all the time about that!”

Logan’s hand flew out as he was talking, his claws accidentally unsheathing. Before either of you knew it, the claws were cutting against your cheek. You gasped, stumbling back as your hand came up to hold your cheek.

“Oh my God,” he sputtered. He hid his claws before reaching for you. “Sweetheart—“ You stepped back, breaking both of your hearts. Logan’s fingers were tingling. If you didn’t let him try to fix this—if you didn’t let him touch you, Logan would never trust himself to touch someone again. “Please let me—“

“No,” you shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks. “Just… leave me alone.”

You rushed off back into the mansion. You knew that Logan didn’t mean to hurt you, but you needed time and space. 

Logan was frozen in his spot. The high emotions had gotten the best of both of you, but especially his claws. He had hurt you, and he was fully conscious for it. This was different than him having a nightmare. This was much worse.

~~~

You had sat in front of the mirror, watching the three cuts along your cheek heal into scars. Tears streamed down your face the entire time while you thought of Logan. Both of you were in the wrong here, and this was a complete accident. You were thinking about what to say to Logan when you started to hear drawers slamming in Logan’s room. Rushing out of your room, you looked into his room to see him stuffing his clothes into a bag.

“What are you doing?” You whispered.

Logan spun to face you. Slowly, his hand reached out to brush against the scars on your cheek, but he didn’t let his hand actually make contact.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” his voice was completely broken, tears lining his eyes. “I never wanted to be the one to hurt you… yet I keep doing it.” He shook his head and got back to packing. “I have to go.”

“What?”

“I can’t keep hurting you. I can’t be the person you need… The person I was before…”

“And this will make it better? I’ve messed up in this relationship, too. This is not just on you. I’m sorry for making it seem like I’m forcing you to be that person again. I know that you’ve changed, so I have, and that’s okay. I still love you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Stop that.” You slipped in between him and the dresser. He kept his head down, not willing to make eye contact. “Fine. Tell me you don't love me, and I’ll let you walk away. But you have to look me in the eye and be honest with me.”

You nibbled your bottom lip as you waited for Logan to make the next move. You could tell that there was a war waging in his mind. His eyes suddenly snapped to yours.

“I… I can’t do that,” he murmured. “I love you.”

You quickly pulled him by his shirt to kiss him. He dropped his bag and slid his hands to the small of your back.

“If you really want to leave,” you whispered against his lips, “then you have to take me with you.”

“Okay,” he replied. 

~~~

“It’s not forever,” you said as you hugged Ororo. “We’ll stay in contact and visit. Logan and I just need to figure things out.”

“I’ll miss you,” Ororo responded, pulling back. “I’ll miss the both of you.”

“You ready?” Logan asked, coming up from the truck he had just packed. 

He had already said goodbye to Marie and Bobby before packing the truck, knowing that you would need some time with Ororo.

“I think so,” you responded. “See you later, Ororo.”

“See you,” she replied.

You took Logan’s hand, and he led you to the truck. He opened the door and helped you in before going around to the driver’s seat. You turned back and watched as the mansion grew smaller and smaller in the distance. Logan placed a hand on your knee, giving it a slight squeeze.

“Are you okay?” He asked, clearly concerned. “We can turn back around.”

You laced your fingers through his and scooted closer to Logan, very thankful for the bench seat. “I’m okay,” you told him. You kissed his shoulder. “Where are we headed?”

“I have a place in mind.”

“Care to tell?”

“Not yet. Why don’t you get some rest?”

“You sure?”

He leaned over and kissed your head. “I’m sure.”

You hummed in content as you rested your head on his shoulder and let yourself relax. Logan’s lifted up in a barely-there smile as you tried your best to cuddle into him. 

~~~

You didn’t bother to ask Logan where the two of you were headed again. You kept yourself occupied with books and naps when you weren’t talking to Logan. It was already proving to be worth it, as the farther the two of you drove from the mansion, the less tension there was. Logan insisted on driving the whole way, and so far you’ve had to beg him to stop to sleep in motels for the three nights you’ve been on the road so far.

It didn’t shock you when the two of you crossed over into Canada. You figured that Logan would always feel a call back there. The shock factor was later as the two of you drove up an old, familiar road in the Canadian Rockies.

“Logan, where—“

“Just patience, okay?” He cut you off. “I’ll explain soon.”

You simply nodded, focusing on the trees you were passing out the window. Your heart started pounding the closer you got to the top. Before you knew it, the small house appeared and Logan was pulling up to it. It looked just how you remembered it. You were too busy staring that you didn’t realize Logan had gotten out of the truck and walked around to your side. He opened the door and took your hand.

“Come on,” he urged, tugging you out of the truck. “Let’s go inside.”

“Inside?” You repeated. “It’s probably a disaster. We—“ Your eyes widened as Logan pulled you inside. The place was clean, updated, and furnished. “What? How?”

“Charles. We had a conversation about when Jean died, and I got part of my memories back. He knew that we would need a place to start over and found where we used to live. Before I could stop it, he had people here fixing it up.”

You let go of his hand and began slowly walking around the house. Your hands gently trailed against the walls and updated pieces of furniture. 

“You and Charles…” you breathed out. “You did all this?”

“Is it okay?” Logan was clearly nervous. “We can go somewhere else. I just know that this was the—“ You shut him up with a kiss.

“This is perfect. Thank you. But know that I don't expect you to be the same person as before. Time has changed both of us… are you okay with being here?”

“Yes. I even already got a job as a lumberjack.”

“Oh, got the old job back?”

Logan chuckled. “Somethin’ like that. I start in a week.”

“So I have a week of you all to myself?”

“A whole week.” He pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“Can we try out the new bed?”

A devious smirk formed over Logan’s lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

For the Monkey!reader wanting to travel away from flower fruit mountain, may we ask how that whole conversation went down? Like what Wukong and Macaque were thinking right then and there, what they did to stop reader from leaving.

I accidently went out of order 😅 but hey, I hope you all like this ask!

"Goodbye" - though she's never actually able to sat goodbye.

Macaque and Wukong Pov of Monkey!Reader leaving, okay let's go!

Three days, it had been three days since Macaque and Wukong had their fight. Macaque still had a bruise on his back while Wukong had a bruise on his chest. And to think it was over something so- agreeable. They both agreed on the same thing and fought over it! Macaque wanted to laugh at his own stupidity.

"How's your back?" Wukong spoke up, his eyes drifting to him mate who was laying on his stomach in their nest.

Macaque glanced at him and smirked, he had such a look on his face, a look of guilt. Something that he didn't tend to have, "It's fine. I swear you're the only one who would be able to actually break my back." He stuck his tongue out teasing him even though he wasn't being sexual.

Wukong's face burned almost instantly and he sat up in the nest. His tail swishing back and forth as he sat up. He felt bad about the fight, he hurt his mate over some stupid argument. An argument that would have been so easily solved if they had only talked to each other without him throwing a punch.

Macaque’s words definitely made it harder, Wukong had broken two of the bones in his spine. If he had been mortal- No they were both two times immortal now. Besides Macaque had broken two of his ribs. So it was fair...

"I'm sorry," Macaque muttered taking Wukong's hand in his own, a smile on his face.

He was over being mad about it, they had both spent the first day being mad at each other. Until... Reader talked to them, she begged them to forgive each other even though she didn't know why they were fighting. She looked so heartbroken when they were fighting, so innocent and naive about what they were fighting about. Completely unaware that they were fighting about her~

He couldn't believe that he actually thought Wukong was going to leave him for her. No he should have known better, he supposed the alcohol was partially to blame. Drinking when he was already annoyed at his mate's careless words. All he did was give her a hug, a farewell one at that as she went home.

"I'm sorry too, you know I love you. I love you so much," Wukong said leaning down and giving Macaque several kisses on the face.

"My love are you going soft on me?" Macaque purred with a snap of his teeth teasingly.

Wukong grinned his tail wagging as he nuzzled his face. A smile that didn't leave his face until there was a knock on the door. Letting out a low groan he turned to the door and debated. His people were important to him, but sometimes he just wanted a moment alone. Before he could send whoever it was away, Macaque piped up cheerfully.

"Come in Reader," Wukong froze, he nearly sent his darling away!? Thankfully Macaque stopped such a dreadful mistake.

He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face as Reader gently pushed open the door. You peaked inside your eyes cautiously looking at the two, you had been walking on eggshells since the fight. Having to pull several monkey demons away and seeing how much damage the two could cause must have scared you. Luckily with your interference no one was hurt. No one except for the two who were stupidly fighting.

"Hey, you two feeling okay?" You asked as you stepped inside a tray of cut up fruit in her hands.

Both Wukong and Macaque could feel their hearts swell at the sight, you were so sweet! Their darling was making sure they were okay after their fight. It was beautiful and endearing.

"Of course. A little scuffle isn't going to take us down!" Wukong boasted immediately taking some of the peaches that you so lovingly cut up.

Macaque pushed himself up and sat to take some plums. Reader had made sure to get only their favorites, this is why you were perfect. Perfect to be their beautiful and loving Queen. He couldn't wait to start planning the courtship, him and Wukong had started discussing a few ideas but nothing had become concrete yet. Mostly because it takes a few days to heal bones.

Because they were both twice immortal it took far less time than for any mere mortal. A very nice benefit of having such a reckless mate who decided to learn Taoism and break OUT of the Diyu. Macaque nearly wrung his neck for that one when he heard his mate was there in the first place.

"That's good to hear. Would you two like some tea? I can brew some up for you," your voice was calm and sweet as you spoke.

"No need, your company is enough," Wukong grinned causing you to chuckle sitting down at the edge of the nest, not inside of it but right outside.

Intruding on someone else's nest was heavily frown upon in the demon community, especially on Flower Fruit Mountian. The only ones allowed in one's nest were their cubs and lovers. It was an intimate thing, being allowed in someone else's nest.

And damn did Wukong and Macaque want to drag you into their nest. They wanted nothing more than for you to get nice and comfortable as you curled up between them. Macaque had to hit Wukong with his tail before he did something stupid.

Macaque sighed when Wukong let out a whine, his eyes on you as you tilted your head in confusion. It was so cute! Your fluffy fur swishing as you looked at them, your tail curling and unfurling beside you. You were dressed in a pretty pink hanfu that pooled on the ground, golden roses were embroidered into the fabric. A gift from Spirit's family. And you looked stunning in it.

How were they so lucky for you to come straight into their land. They didn't even have to convince you to come onto the island, no you came all by yourself. Albeit tagging along Spirit who was almost a pain in their ass.

Pushing the thought of Spirit constantly dragging you away from them the two concentrated on the present. Wukong munching on the peaches that you had for him, you even cut them into little rabbits. It was adorable, he almost felt bad eating them... almost.

"So what have you been up to? You normally don't come around for another hour," at least the last two days you hadn't. Macaque slightly narrowed his eyes when you looked to the side sheepishly. A hand on the back of your head as you looked anywhere but at them.

Just as you were about to speak, Wukong spoke up instead. "Not that we mind. We love having our favorite friend around. Seriously we love having you around."

Your entire posture stiffened for a moment before you looked at them. Wukong waited expectantly for you to tell them about what some cubs got into or how the older monkey demonesses did your hair or helped you learn some new fruit. You were blending in with their island so well, it made seeing you as their new mate all the easier.

"A-about that," those were words that neither monkey wanted to hear but neither moved as they waited for her to explain. She would explain and they would know they were worried for nothing-

"I'm going to be leaving soon. Spirit and I talked and we decided it's time to go back home," you said, your eyes finally looking towards the two at the end of your statement. You froze when you saw how their faces went dark.

"No," Macaque was the first to speak.

You looked confused, "Yes? I'm going home with Spirit. I'll come visit sometimes but this isn't MY home. You know? I never planned to stay here from the beginning."

"You can't leave," Wukong's voice was barely a whisper.

"What?-" you couldn't finish your words as you were suddenly dragged into the nest, Wukongs tail wrapped around yours as his arms circled your waist.

"No, no, no, you're not leaving us. We finally agreed darling. We want you here, this IS your home, this is where you belong, with US," Wukong almost shouted as he curled around you.

Your hands instinctively tried to push him away by his chest but it didn't work, he was a stone monkey for a reason. While you weren't a weak demon there was no way you could push him away when he didn't want you to. Even knowing this you still tried.

“What are you talking about!?” You growled, you didn’t like being crowded, you didn’t like being STUCK. “Macaque can you get him off-“

“No, I’m sorry but he’s right,” Macaque replied and as he did his own tail wrapped around yours and he nuzzled his face against yours.

“What’s going on??” You snapped back only for Wukong to growl lowly.

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound. No one wanted The Monkey King to be mad at them, not even other monkey demons. You looked up at him with wide fearful eyes, your hands and arms pressed against his chest from his tight hold.

“We were going to wait to tell you. We still have so many things to plan before hand but-,” Macaque debated on what to say. He was going to tell you. He just needed to think for a second, however his King beat him to the punch.

“We love you, you’re going to be our Queen, our MATE, so you can’t leave,” Wukong growled into your ear as he pulled you closer letting himself fall onto the nest.

“Ahhh!” you shrieked as he hit the pillows. Another set of arms wrapped around your waist. “H-hold on I never agreed to this-“

“Mate~ our precious mate. We love you,” Wukong purred nuzzling against your neck, your neck that was bare and unmarked.

“I-“

“We aren’t going to let you leave. You are ours from the moment you came here till the end of time,” Macaque muttered in your ear giving it a light nip.

Red heat burned through you in an instant, this was no happening. There was no way that this was happening. You opened your mouth to speak again only to let out a squeak when you felt teeth graze against your furry neck. Panic set in and your breathing quickened.

You struggled for a moment before you were able to shove your fist against Wukong’s chin. You forced his jaw up and his face away from your neck. In hindsight he had actually allowed it without any fuss. He was merely not letting you go. Not now! This was not happening! Heat pooled in your cheeks, they were joking right. There was no way that they felt that way for you. You were just a normal monkey demon who had followed your sister to their island.

“We love you, you’re so precious to us,” Macaque purred as he snuggled into your back. “I’m sorry but we can’t let you go. Not anymore, you’re far too precious our sweet love.”

Your eyes widened in fear as Wukong whispered in your ear, “you’re not going anywhere. You’ll stay nice and safe on Flower Fruit Mountain. AS OUR QUEEN~”

So I'm going to be honest, they never get cursed in this version of the story. So it's just Monkie!Reader Au. I won't be putting it under the Cursed Warlords Tag anymore. Still a yandere au though.

[therealmylesmorales]

Warm Enough|| Lara Croft

Warnings: Jealous/Insecure Lara once again (she’s a little pathetic actually). Pre-relationship

Notes: Stole this pic from pookie, @laracroftsfiance 🫶🏾 I hope that’s fine. I’m not really proud of this but whatevs

WC: almost 800

Masterlist

Lara should’ve gone home.

She had been away for almost a month, exploring the jungles in South America but it ultimately led to a dead end. She was tired, irritated, and her body was sore. The gettogether that one of Jonah’s other friends hosted didn’t need her there.

Lara did refuse at first. No matter how many times Jonah begged and pleaded, Lara was set on just laying in bed. However, Jonah used the one person that she had a hard time saying no to.

You.

The women that Lara was infatuated over. Jonah knew this and used it to his advantage whenever he could. While he did tease Lara often about her crush, he also tried to get her to talk to you for more than five minutes. Lara claimed that she didn’t need his help but she was only scared that her feelings were one sided. Though from what Jonah had told her, it was far from that.

It had been thirty minutes and as soon as they entered the house, Jonah abandoned her for his other friends. And Lara had yet to see you. She was nursing her drink against the wall, mindlessly people watching until her eyes scanned a familiar figure. She sighed quietly as a smile appeared on her face.

You looked so pretty. Like most people here, you were dressed casually but you still stood out to Lara. Even though you were across the room, she swore that she could hear your laugh. It always made her stomach feel weird after hearing it; a good weird.

Lara was seconds away from walking up to you but a sight stopped her. Your arm was wrapped around another woman’s, holding her close to you.

Oh. Lara bit her tongue, her brows furrowing at the sight. She wasn’t aware you were seeing someone, much less close enough to introduce her to your friends. How come she didn’t know about her? Even beside her probably obvious feelings about you, she figured you two were still friends.

Lara scoffed to herself, moving to the exit. She would call Jonah later.

Of course you were already with someone. Someone as beautiful and sweet as you, wouldn’t waste your time with Lara; she was damaged, seen and been through experiences that most people couldn’t understand. Being with someone whose trauma affected their everyday life…Lara wouldn’t want that for you.

It was probably better that way.

“Hey, Lara!” Your voice sounded behind her. She forced herself to stop, turning to see your pretty face. Your smile, one that was really reserved for Lara, was on your face. She couldn’t help but send you a small wave. “I didn’t know you were here— I would’ve come looking for you.”

”I wasn’t staying long,” she admitted. “Jonah kept asking me to come.”

“Well, do you want to join me for a drink before you go?” You asked, a little hopeful.

Her eyes flickered to the woman who was now by the open bar. ”I should really get home. And I don’t want to intrude on you and…your girlfriend.”

Girlfriend. That word left a bitter taste in her mouth, and her annoyance only grew.

You had the audacity to look confused at her words. “Girlfriend?”

Lara huffed, not wanting to continue the conversation further. But, she nodded to the woman you were previously with. “She’s…pretty.”

You were silent at first before a look entered your eye. A laugh escaped you. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure her boyfriend would agree.”

Lara swore her heart dropped. “Boyfriend?”

”Mhm. I was only keeping her company until he arrived,” you admitted.

“Oh,” Lara groaned and rubbed her hands over her face; she was also trying to hide her embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…that was stupid.”

You only shook your head. “It’s no big deal, Lara. Though if it makes you feel any better, I’m currently single.”

Is she giving me an opening? Lara thought. You stared at her with hopeful eyes, nervously twisting your fingers together.

I’ve faced life and death multiple times. Asking her out shouldn’t be difficult. And with a deep breath, Lara finally took that step.

”Well, there’s…there’s a new exhibition that I’ve been wanting to go to,” Lara admitted quietly. “And I would really love it if you came with me. If you don’t want to, however, we can find something else or—“

”I would love to go with you, Lara,” you smiled. Lara could feel her cheeks warm at your egar acceptance. “I’ll see you this Friday?”

Lara whispered out, “Okay.” You reached up to press your lips against her cheek before you turned off to rejoin your friends, leaving a smiley red-faced Lara behind.

[system-to-the-madness]

Heart Aflame (1/3) - Zuko x Reader

Word Count: 6 738 Warnings: kidnapping, slavery, human trafficking, colonialism, mentions of: torture, physical violence, death Summary: You learn about a camp where your kidnapped sister might be held, so Zuko and you head out to find her   A/N: Part Six of the series Perfect (10 times Zuko thought you were perfect and the first time he told you)

Zuko knew his heart shouldn't beat quite as hard as it did when you turned around to him with a smile. He had called for you after all.

"What's up," you asked, waiting for him to catch up with you, where you had been strolling along the beach.

Just yesterday had he returned from his little trip with Katara to avenge her mother, and on the way there he had overheard news that he had a feeling you might want to hear, even if it would doubtlessly be hard for you. How was he even supposed to start telling you he had an idea where to search for your little sister? After your village had been destroyed and your parents killed, you had no idea what had become of her, and since there was no proof of her death, you clung to the hope that she might still be alive. He didn't have confirmation of the one or the other, but he might have a way for you to find out.

"You're from a village close to Yu Dao, right," he began hesitantly.

"I mean, I lived close to Yu Dao before the Fire Nation destroyed everything, yes. What about it?"

"When I was traveling with Katara, I overheard some people talking," he explained. "They were talking about a camp, sort of like a prison, where the children from around Yu Dao are being held prisoner." He had to watch your smile slowly melt away and be replaced by a serious, almost hurt expression. "If anyone knows what happened to your sister, it might be the people there…"

"She might be there," you corrected, your eyes not focused on him any longer and instead staring straight through him, your jaw set tightly. "This is the first time in almost two years that I have a chance of finding her. Where is that camp?"

Zuko bit his lip. "I don't know if it's a good idea to-"

"Zuko, I'm gonna ask just once. Where is the camp."

How the hell had the knife appeared in your hand? Zuko swallowed. He should know better than to underestimate the desperation of someone searching for their family.

"It’s on a small island, just a couple of kilometres to the southwest of hot spring cove," he answered. "Hey, where are you going?" Quickly he sprinted after you, catching your hand.

"I'm going to find a boat that can take there," you answered, tearing your hand out of his hold. "I'm going to find my sister and you're not going to stop me."

"I don't want to stop you," Zuko disagreed. "If I didn't want you to go, I wouldn't have told, or would I?"

“What’s going on?” Aang, Katara, Sokka and Toph poked their head past a nearby boulder, curiously taking in the sight of you and Zuko. It was unusual for you to fight; so far you had been the one who had always shown the most compassion towards the Fire Nation Prince, speaking up in his defence or listening to him when he was trying to explain himself.

“I might know where my sister is,” you explained.

“I told you not to tell her about the camp,” Katara sighed, stepping out further.

“Why not,” you asked, clearly getting more upset by the minute. “Actually, why didn’t you tell me earlier? You knew this since you came back yesterday, why didn’t you tell me?”

“There’s only a little more than a week left before the comet,” Katara explained. “We can’t afford to break up the group now just to go searching for your sister. She’ll still be there when Aang’s defeated Fire Lord Ozai.”

“But you could afford to go looking for your mother’s murderer? He also would’ve still been there when everything’s over,” you shouted. “And it’s not like your mother would have minded waiting two weeks longer, right? But my sister- we know, we all know how the Fire Nation deals with their prisoners. You can’t expect me to-”

“Katara’s right,” Sokka interrupted you. “You can’t leave the group now.”

“But you could go looking for your father,” you asked. “You all pretend that just because you don’t know Xiang, she’s not as important as the people you want to see saved or avenged!”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Toph interfered. “Nobody’s saying you shouldn’t go saving her!”

“Don’t you listen? That’s exactly what they are saying,” you cried. “They expect me to sit back, watch how they’re celebrating their little family reunion, while knowingly letting my sister rot in some kind of messed up Fire Nation children’s prison! My sister is 6 years old! I haven’t seen her in almost two! Chances are she might not even recognize me when I finally find her! And you expect me to wait? Every day, every minute, I can’t get her out of there, there’s the possibility that the Fire Nation hurts her, traumatizes her, makes her suffer! But you want me to stand by idly, watching this happen?”

“We don’t even know if she’s really in that prison,” Katara reminded you.

“Sokka wasn’t sure about his father being on Boiling Rock either and went either way, that’s no excuse,” you shouted. “I’m not asking anyone to come with me, I’m not asking for your help, and I’m not asking permission either. You might be selfless enough to save the world not for the people you love but for everyone. I’m not. I can’t imagine living in a world that has been saved but without my sister. She’s the only one I have left. Sokka, wouldn’t you give everything to save Katara if she were kidnapped? How can you ask me not to do the same?” Silence settled over the group. “If you’re standing in my way, I’ll treat you no differently than whoever else is going to try to stop me from getting to Xiang.”

“Take Appa,” Aang’s voice cut through the threatening silence and made you look up to him in surprise. “If you promise to be back within a week, you can take him. Or send him back if you don’t make it in time.”

“Aang-”

Katara and you had spoken up at the same time.

“You can’t just let her take Appa,” Katara protested.

“I can and I will,” Aang decided. “She’s right. If you or Sokka would be kidnapped, the other would turn the world upside down just to find the other. And all of us would help. Why should we try to stop her from doing the same for her sister?”

“Thank you, Aang,” you mumbled.

“You should leave as soon as possible,” he continued. “The island isn’t too far away, if you hurry, you can make it by nightfall and approach it without being seen.”

“I’m coming with you,” Zuko decided, surprising everyone. “You might need someone who knows about the Fire Nation customs.”

“Thank you,” you bowed to him slightly.

“Aang, there’s not much more I can teach you at the moment,” Zuko continued. “I don’t think showing you any more complicated forms would be of much use against my father. It would be better if you trained the ones that I’ve taught you so far until they come naturally.”

“I agree,” Aang nodded. “Just be careful out there. Both of you.”

Not even an hour later, you were ready to leave. Zuko and you had both packed whatever might come in handy: your weapons of course, some clothes with which you could disguise yourself as Fire Nation, food and a blanket.

You hugged everyone goodbye, Katara hugging you a little tighter than usually and you knew it was her way of apologizing for earlier.

The sky was clouded, making it easier to hide a flying Sky Bison in the lower hanging clouds while still being able to see the coastlines you were following from one island to the next. Aang had been right. You were making good progress, and just as it got dark, you made out the silhouette of the island you had been looking for. Its coast was harsh, filled with caves, and in the disappearing daylight it took a while until you found one big enough to hide Appa inside. He was apprehensive about hiding underground, but with the cave’s wide entrance he seemed to finally accept his fate, being able to look out over the sea instead of feeling trapped under the stone ceiling.

This was where the easy and comfortable part of your journey ended. After dressing into the Fire Nation clothes you had brought, you began your assent to the main part of the island. At first you had to climb up the cliffs, a dangerous undertaking, even if it would not have been dark. But Zuko occasionally used his Fire Bending to light up a part of the way, and together you found the safest route to climb. After than you had to make your way through thick bushes, made up of plants you had never seen before. Their leaves were thick and full of thorns, which left scraps in your skin and tore at your clothes. Luckily it didn’t take you long until the bushes were behind you, and you had found a road. Following an instinct, you turned left, until eventually a huge complex of buildings came up, surrounded by high fences. Hiding in a ditch at the side of the street, Zuko and you began closing in on whatever facility you had discovered. Even from afar you could hear the demanding voices of guards, but once you had almost reached the fence, you could see that they were not commanding around prisoners, but instead children, who seemed to be cleaning up a yard.

Zuko could tell that you tried to spot your sister, but from this distance it was impossible. He couldn’t even make out the children’s hair colour from here. You had to get closer, which meant you had to enter the facility.

While you were still watching the children and the guards, Zuko began analysing the area. The fence was pulled up between separate houses, which had windows that opened to the outside. Apart from the fact that they were pretty high up on the wall, this seemed to be the easiest way in.

“The windows,” Zuko gestured, drawing your attention away from the yard and towards the buildings instead.

“We can try to break one of them with a stone, tie Sokka’s rope to my sword and use that as an anchor through the window,” you suggested.

A few minutes later, the rope was tied to your sword and after several attempts Zuko had managed to break the glass of a window behind which it was dark. The guards in the yard seemed to announce the end of day to the children, which drove up your heartbeat. You had no idea what kind of room you were breaking in. For all that you knew, it might be the guards’ break room, and they would discover the broken window immediately. It didn’t help that it took you almost ten minutes until you managed to throw the sword through the broken window in a way that it didn’t get pulled back out when you put weight on the rope. Still Zuko sent you to go first and waited until you were sitting on the windowsill to climb up behind you.

The room before you was dark, so you could barely make out anything, which made the way down from the windowsill almost as unpleasant as the way up. Four meters separated you from the floor and your first thought was to simply use the sword again, put it outside the window this time, and climb down the rope into the room. But that meant you were leaving behind your sword and the rope which would be a save give-away that someone had broken into. In the end, you ended up using the sword, which Zuko retrieved before he jumped down from the window, cushioning his fall with a fire blast. Finally with solid ground under your feet, you began looking around the room. Along the walls, vats were lined up, reminding you of the big common laundry room in your village. But before you could explore them any further, Zuko waved you over.

“This door’s unlocked,” he told you. Drawing your weapons, you carefully creaked the door open, light falling through the growing gap into the dark.

Slowly you stepped forward, your eyes hurting in even the dim light, but you got used to it quickly.

“Is this a laundry,” Zuko asked, stepping through behind you.

His deduction made sense, considering the countless bed sheets and uniforms that were hung up on clothesline. You reached out, grabbing the fabric of one of the red shirts and nodded.

“Still damp.”

“Who’s there?”

The thin and scared voice of a girl cut through the silence, making your heart almost stop. As fast and quiet as possible Zuko and you hid behind a heavy stone collum.

“I’m not scared of you,” the child declared bravely, although her tone of voice indicated the opposite. “Listen, lovely wash-kitchen spirit,” she continued. “My name is Xin Yan, and I’m just folding the bed sheets for tomorrow, okay? Can you let me do that? I’ll be out of here in just a few minutes!”

Xin Yan? Zuko watched your forehead furrow at the mention of the name.

Hesitant steps sounded through the high room, and a shadow appeared on one of the sheets close to where you were hiding. Zuko pulled you backwards, further behind the column, and a moment later the sheet got pulled aside, revealing a little girl, around Aang’s and Toph’s age.

“Xin Yan,” you asked, stepping out of your hiding place, causing Zuko to almost get a heart attack. Had you gone mad?

The girl squeaked in surprise before clasping her hands over her mouth, effectively dropping the basket she had held, which clattered to the floor.

“Shhh, it’s me (y/n),” you whisper shouted. “Do you remember me? We used to be neighbours, back in the village.”

“(y/n),” the girl asked in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for my sister, Xiang,” you explained. “Is she here?”

“Not here, but-” the girl interrupted herself at the sound of a key turning in a lock on the other side of the room. “Put on some of these red and black uniforms,” she rushed out. “Wait until I’m gone, and in 20minutes, come find me on the second floor of this building. Nobody will question who you are if you wear the uniforms.”

With that, she quickly slipped past the sheets and out of sight. Just a second later, the sound of a heavy door opening sounded through the room.

“Where are you, hm? Bedtime,” a rough, male voice boomed.

“I’m here,” Xin Yan rushed out, “the sheets are all ready and folded for tomorrow.”

“I sometimes think you’re the only one who actually does their job around here. We’ve had another group of rats who-”

The man’s voice got inaudible once he had thrown the door back into its lock. With bated breath Zuko and you waited for the sound of a turning key, but it seemed like the door stayed unlocked. Still, you waited for another few minutes before you dared making your way out from behind the column.

“Can we trust her,” Zuko asked quietly, leaning so close to you that you could feel his breath fanning over the shell of your ear.

As much as you hated admitting it, you had asked yourself the same question. Xin Yan had always been a reliable young girl, and even though you had never been close to her, you had often heard the elderly people in the village praise her for her diligent and hard work. She had always fiercely opposed the Fire Nation, but if she had been in this camp since the village had been destroyed… over a year was a long time to try and turn around someone’s opinion, especially when they were as young as Xin Yan.

“I hope we can trust her,” you mumbled. You waited another few minutes before finally slipping out from behind the column. Xin Yan had advised you to put on red and black uniforms, so Zuko and you began searching for fitting clothes. A loosely fit black trouser, a red shirt and a red and black vest.

“Bind your hair back,” Zuko recommended, already pulling his own short strands back into a small bun.

“Can you help me,” you asked, watching as he fumbled around with a band to secure his hair in place. “Katara always did my hair when we went under people…”

Zuko nodded and when he was done with his own hair, he stepped behind you. His fingers brushed over your neck as he gathered your strands in his hands, the contact of with his warm and rough skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“Sorry,” he whispered, before pulling your hair up high enough to make it look like one of the hairdos all the Fire Nation women were wearing. You could feel him fumble around with the hairband, accidently tucking a little too harshly at your hair.

“Ow,” you mumbled, more to yourself than him.

“I’m sorry, sorry. I’ve never done anyone else’s hair… at least not since Azula has been old enough to Fire Bend at me if I ended up doing it not exactly like she wanted it.”

“You did your sister’s hair?” The image of a younger Zuko doing his sister’s hair was as entertaining as it was disturbing. Somehow you had a hard time imagining the girl sitting still for long enough.

“I wanted to anyway,” Zuko admitted, and you could hear his clothes rustling behind you, indicating that he had shrugged. “As I said, she always had very specific ideas about what her hair was supposed to look like, and when I didn’t do it perfectly, she threatened to burn me. Eventually I stopped offering.”

“I used to do Xiang’s hair,” you recalled. Zuko was still playing with your hair, but you didn’t question it. The little touches and careful tucks felt nice. “Every morning before I went off to school I’d braid her hair. She always wanted me to braid daisies in her hair, but she picked them so close to the blossom, that the stem was always too short.” You trailed off, staring absentmindedly into the dimly lit room filled with drying clothes. “Zuko, what if she doesn’t recognize me? She’s still so little, the last time she saw me, she wasn’t even five years old-”

“It’s gonna be okay,” Zuko assured you, dropping his hands to your shoulder. “She’ll remember you. How could she forget an older sister like you?”

You swallowed thickly. A part of your mind wanted to disagree with him, tell him that to such a young child more than one and a half years was as long as an eternity, and that the chance actually was low that she would remember you. But you knew Zuko was trying to comfort you, something he wasn’t extremely good at and aware of. Still, you appreciated his effort, so you nodded.

“Right,” you sighed, “because I tried weaving daisies into her braids.”

“Exactly,” Zuko nodded. “A braid that probably looked better than this one.” He reached up to your head and draped a small braid over your shoulder. Bringing your hands up, you felt for the tight structure and smiled.

“Thanks, Zuko,” you mumbled. “And thank you for coming with me. It… it helps, not being alone.”

“I’m just glad if I can help,” he answered. “Come on, the twenty minutes are almost up. Let’s see if Xin Yan is going to have us arrested.”

Together you made your way towards the door, listening for any sort of footsteps outside, but when everything stayed quiet, you carefully pressed down the door handle. The door swung open with little effort, allowing you to slip into a brightly lit corridor.

“Walk proudly,” Zuko advised as you immediately stood close to the wall. “We’re Fire Nation, and these uniforms look like they don’t belong to the lowest in the rank. Walk with your back straight, chin up, shoulders down and slightly pinch your shoulder blades together.”

Quickly you imitated what Zuko had told you, watching him do the same. It was strange, seeing how the boy you recently had only seen walk almost hesitantly whenever someone from the team was around suddenly turned into someone who seemed more like the person you would usually fight, with his hair up like that, dressed in the red and black uniform.

“And walk in the middle of the corridor,” he added. “We have no reason to cower. We’re no criminals, after all.”

The last addition came with a wink, and for a moment you stared at him surprised. Had he been like that before his father had exiled him? Funny and proud, looking like… well, like a prince?

Snapping back into the moment, you followed him until you found a staircase. Xin Yan had told you to find her on the second floor, so you were about to begin climbing up the steep staircase, when suddenly someone approached from the top. Following old habits, you were already trying to turn around to hide behind the next corner when Zuko grabbed your sleeve.

“Walk proudly,” he reminded you, “and hide in plain sight.”

Biting your teeth together you nodded, and walked behind him as the steps coming from the top came closer. They sounded hurried, and then they stopped right in front of you.

“Are you some to the new tutors,” an authoritative female voice asked, making a shiver run down your spine. You knew that voice, somehow you knew it.

“Yes,” Zuko answered, sounding both unbothered and still submissive. “We arrived just today.”

“Good, I need help. The rats on the third floor have started with their smearing again, and they won’t listen to me. Come along!”

The woman began climbing up the steps again, Zuko and you following her.

“What’s your names,” she asked, although she sounded rather uninterested. Where did you know her from?

“I’m Lee,” Zuko lied skilfully. “This is Haru.”

The woman hummed in acknowledgement, before she kept speaking. “Lee, you go with me. Haru, make sure the girls on the second floor are all in their beds and not up to the same havoc as these worm rats on the third floor.”

You had a distinct feeling when the woman was talking about rats, she didn’t actually mean worm rats.

Hesitantly you glanced up to Zuko who was walking in front of you, reaching out your hand and brushing it against his. He seemed to understand your silent question of how you were supposed to find each other again, the same way you understood his short squeezing of your fingers: I’ll come and find you.

On the second floor, you turned into the corridor, while Zuko followed the woman up the stairs. Hoping she wouldn’t look back to you, you quickly lifted your head, trying to sneak a glance of her face- and froze. Yes, you knew her. She had been a teacher at your school, Miss Guo. the meanest person you had ever encountered. Maybe even worse than Azula. She was from the earth kingdom, but for as long as you could remember, she had always talked about how amazing the Fire Nation was, how powerful, how strong. She had punished each little mistake severely, every wrong step, each misbehaviour. It wasn’t hard to guess that she admired the Fire Nation’s discipline and tried to install it in her students as well, with violence if necessary. How many nights had you hid the bruises on your fingers from her ruler from your parents, scared they would scold you the same, or even worse, for doodling on your papers? How often had you lied to your mother, saying you were too cold to wear the shorter skirt to school, just to hide the bruises on your shins from the punishment for running in the school’s playground? You could only hope that Miss Guo had not recognized you, otherwise you were in deep, deep trouble.

When she had disappeared from sight, you turned to face the corridor before you. Dozens of doors lead away to the left and right. What were you supposed to do? Right, check that the children were in bed.

Carefully you approached the first door, but then hesitated. Were you supposed to knock? If the kids were already asleep, knocking would wake them, but entering without knocking was impolite. What had Zuko said? You weren’t of the lowest rank. Chances were that with your uniform you outranked whoever was behind this door. So, you simply pressed down the door handle. The room behind it was almost completely dark, only a single candle burning on a table in the middle of the room. Along the walls, beds were lined up, a total of eight, and in all of them a small body seemed to rest.

Suddenly a loud bang from the floor above you, followed by some screaming made you flinch.

“What’s going on,” asked a small voice from the bed closest to the door.

“Nothing, just checking in that you’re alright,” you answered gently, pulling the door closed again before moving onto the next room.

You had made your way almost all the way down the corridor, only interrupted by occasional banging and screaming from above while checking every room, and already started to doubt you would find Xin Yan, when you saw the brighter shimmer of light coming from underneath the last door.

This time you knocked before opening the door, and the scene that presented itself was quite different from the other ones so far. This room was smaller, only four beds instead of eight, and instead of only one candle burning, there were four, one on each bedside table. The children were not laying in their beds, covered by blankets either, instead they were all sitting on one mattress, staring at you with wide eyes. They already moved to scramble back to their own beds, when Xin Yan spoke up.

“It’s okay, she’s my friend.” The girl poked her head out from behind her friends, waving you over. “Come in and close the door.”

Quickly you did as she had asked, standing by the door awkwardly.

“What is this place,” you eventually asked, fully aware of the four pairs of eyes trained on you.

“A re-education school for children from the earth kingdom,” Xin Yan explained, getting up from her place on the matrass and walking over to you. “Come, sit down with us. Where’s your friend?”                   .

“With Miss Guo, checking up on the third floor,” you answered.

“Oh wow, the boys are keeping them entertained this time,” one of the girls on the bed snickered, making the others laugh with her. Her hair was bound back in a ponytail.

“Keeping them entertained,” you asked, hesitantly walking to one of the other beds and sitting down on its edge. “Actually, you know what? Start from the beginning. What happened after the village got burnt down?”

Xin Yan took a deep breath. “How much details do you want?”

“How much can you give me?”

In that moment the door got opened, and a tall figure slipped in. The girls immediately tried scurrying back to their beds, but you did not even flinch. Somehow, even in this low lighting with the unusual hair and the enemy’s uniform you still recognized Zuko instantly.

“Why are you back already,” you asked confused.

“They’re getting the guards to shut down the boys on the third floor,” Zuko answered, his eyes scanning the room.

“Uhm, everyone,” you directed your words to the girls on the bed. “This is my friend, Zuko. We’re here to find my sister, Xiang. Xin Yan was about to explain what’s going on.”

“Right,” Xin Yan answered. “So, after the Fire Nation raided the village, they gathered all of us kids up. Anyone over the age of three and under the age of ten. We were traveling for days, and we still don’t really know where we are, but we travelled over land and then by boat-”

“This is an island in the Fire Nation territory,” Zuko quickly interrupted, causing the girls’ eyes to widen, but Xin Yan quickly continued her story.

“We were brought here, into this… kind of school, along with children from other villages that have been raided. The four of us-” the pointed between the girls sitting on the bed, “are the oldest girls here. It got obvious very quickly what they were trying to do here.”

“They’re trying to make us forget our families,” another girl explained. Her hair was cut to shoulder length. “We’re not allowed to talk about them, about family, pets, our villages or anything related our past to the earth kingdom.”

“We go to school, learn about the history of the Fire Nation and how great they are, and if we break one of their rules, the punishment is hard,” the last girl, one with a scar over her cheek explained.

“They’re trying to turn us into their perfect little Fire Nation soldiers,” Xin Yan seethed. “The older ones of us saw through it pretty quickly. Most of the younger ones just missed their parents but started forgetting them pretty quickly. The others… many of them just give in. I think they’re too small to really understand what’s going on. But us and some of the boys, we started getting together, mostly at night and we try to remember and talk about our families so we don’t forget their names and we draw pictures so we can try to remember their faces and then burn the paper before sunrise, so the teachers won’t find them. The four of us decided to play the perfect student, all of us got special freedoms, like being allowed access to the library unattended, getting to do the laundry without a guard in the same room and things like that. Whenever we have something important to talk about, the boys stir up trouble to keep the teachers and tutors busy for a while so we can talk safely.”

“They did too good of a job this time,” Zuko mumbled. “The teacher seemed really serious about having the guards intervene.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Xin Yan shrugged. “The boys know to quiet down when the guards come. They’re really good at looking like a bunch of uncontrollable idiots, but they’re very clever and controlled in what they’re doing.”

“You said there are tutors, and Miss Guo also called us that,” you recalled. Who exactly are these tutors?”

“They’re teenagers from the Fire Nation, or young adults,” the girl with the ponytail explained. “They were brought in to lessen the gap between the teachers and us. We believe they thought if we had younger people as role models, that we’d adapt their opinions. But some of them are just as bad as the teachers when it comes to handing out punishments.”

“And why did you come together tonight,” you asked. “You said the boys only distract the teachers when you need time to talk uninterrupted.”

Xin Yan sighed. “Recently some of the younger students have been acting up. Like us, they remember home, but they’re too small to hide it. It all started with your sister.”

“My sister?” Alarmed you sat up. At your side Zuko reached for your arm, but you shook him off. “What happened to her? Do you know?”

“She got into a fight with one of the teachers, about a month back,” Xin Yan recalled. “It was during class, so I don’t know what exactly happened, but we’ve been told she questioned the Fire Nation’s authority and claim to power.”

“Which is never a good idea,” the girl with the shoulder length hair sighed.

“She got the whole classroom to rebel,” Xin Yan continued, “and from there it spread through half the school. There was chaos for several hours, but when the guards managed to get the situation under control, they took her away.”

“Took her away- where to? Do you know?”

Xin Yan shook her head. “We have a suspicion that she’s held in one of the cells for misbehaving students. We call them the Mould, because there is mould growing everywhere. Usually, you only have to spend the rest of the day, in the worst case a night there, but none of the students who have been to the Mould since have seen her, or heard of her. One of her classmates tried asking about her and was sent for a whole day to the Mould.”

“So you think she’s still here, in the school,” you asked hopefully.

“Yes,” Xin Yan answered, “we do, but we can’t be certain.”

“Where is the Mould?”

“I have lunch duty there tomorrow, I can show you,” the girl with the ponytail offered.

“Lunch duty,” Zuko asked, “Didn’t you say students don’t stay longer than the night?”

“Trust me,” the girl with the scar said, “half a day is more than long enough for the Mould to fill up with students again.”

“What do we do until then,” you asked. “Is there a quarter where the tutors sleep?”

“You can’t go there,” Xin Yan denied, “They’d immediately notice you’re not one of them. And you wouldn’t have an assigned bed…”

“They can sleep in the laundry room,” the girl with the scar suggested. “I have first shift there tomorrow; I can let them out.”

“And after that you can go to the library. There are always some tutors there, reading up and studying.”

“You just have to come to the kitchen before lunch time, so you can claim you’re supposed to supervise me while I am on lunch duty in the Mould. Nobody will question it with the new tutors,” the girl with the ponytail finished.

“Sounds like a plan,” you agreed. “Thank you all, for helping us. I just hope we’re not getting you into any trouble.”

“You’re not, nobody knows we’re connected,” Xin Yan assured you. “You only have to make it back to the laundry room unseen. Do you remember where it is?”

“Down the stairs… third door to the right?”

“The fourth,” the girl with the scar corrected.

You nodded and got up from the bed you had been sitting on. “Fourth door to the right. Understood.” Walking back to the door, followed by Zuko, you turned around to the girls one last time. “You don’t know how much you have helped us. I promise you, the war will be over soon. I’ll come and find you after that, and we’ll put an end to this school.”

The light of the candles reflected in the girls’ eyes, and you could tell that no matter how bravely they were holding up, they were beginning to run out of strength. They were only children, battling the enemy without the enemy having noticed yet. Their strength and courage were humbling.

“See you tomorrow,” the girl with the scar said, echoed by the one with the ponytail.

“Good luck finding your sister. Make sure to get her out of here,” Xin Yan grinned. It was the same grin Toph always put on when she was about to face a fight she knew would be challenging.

“Thank you. Good night,” you nodded. “And stay safe.”

The trip back to the washroom happened without interference, and just a few minutes later, Zuko and you had curled up on a few freshly washed sheets in the furthest and darkest corner of the room. The thin fabric did little to keep the cold of the stone tiles away, but it was better than nothing. Not wanting to be visible from the door, you had been forced to move close together, so close that you were almost laying in each other’s arms by the time you had settled down. Had the circumstances been different, you would have been unable to sleep from how nervous it made you to lay so close next to Zuko. Just a few weeks ago he had still been your enemy, and enemy who never quite had felt like one. Ever since he had saved Aang and you from Pohuai Stronghold, ever since the short exchange he and Aang had had in the forest afterwards, you had felt like maybe he wasn’t as evil as he pretended to be. This had of course turned out right, eventually. But still you had never shared these thoughts with anyone, and all this time you had fought the thoughts in your mind that tried to tell you he was worth saving, worth trusting. Until recently anyway. When he had shown up at the Western Air Temple, you had been tempted to give in easily to his request to join. But it hadn’t been just about you and him, it had been about Aang, so you had been reluctant at first. Ever since that day, seeing him almost all the time, getting to talk to him, learning about his past, his family, his journey… it made one thing very hard: ignoring the way you heart seemed to leap into your throat at even the faintest thought of him. But now, even laying so close that you could feel his body heat through the uniforms you were wearing, there was none of that nervousness left.

“How are you feeling?”

Zuko’s voice interrupted your circling thoughts and in the dim light you turned to look at him. His amber eyes were watching you attentively, as if he was assessing whether you were fit to do the job.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I mean… the whole time I thought they had put Xiang into some sort of prison, where she would be forced to work in a mine or screw together war machines, but… I guess on the one hand something like a school isn’t that bad. But what they’ve been teaching here, the way they’re treating the kids-”

Zuko nodded. “It’s cruel.”

“I know we can’t free all the children here,” you sighed, “not now anyway. But Zuko, when the war is over, when Aang has defeated Ozai, I’ll come back here and make sure we get all the kids out and back to their parents. As good as possible anyways.”

“I’ll help you,” Zuko promised, his eyes glimmering with determination. “The pain and suffering the Fire Nation had caused is beyond imagination. I need to find a way to put things right after my father has been taken care of.”

“You won’t be alone,” you told him. “You have all of us, we’ll work together to right as many wrongs as we can. I promise.”

“Thank you,” Zuko sighed. “But that’s still a long time away. First, we have to find your sister and make sure we get her out of the Mould and back to Ember Island with us.”

“Yes, we have to find her,” you agreed. “I just have a bad feeling that it’s not going to be as easy as we’re hoping it to be. I don’t like that Miss Guo is here.”

“We’ll make it,” Zuko assured you, reaching his hand up and gently squeezing your shoulder. “We’ll find her and make it out of here, unharmed. All three of us. I know it.”

You nodded with a sigh and closed your eyes. “I wish I had your confidence.”

“If you don’t have that confidence, you just need to trust me,” Zuko shrugged, and a smile tucked at your lips.

“You know? The weird thing is, I do. A few weeks ago, I would have tried to kill you on sight and now…”

Zuko shifted under the thin sheet you used as a blanket before answering. “I mean, this isn’t so bad, right?”

He was warm at your side, his hesitant voice having become familiar enough to lull you into safety, his small movements making the foreign darkness around you not as frightening with him next to you.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed with a yawn. “But we need to sleep now. Good night.”

Zuko nodded in the dark. “You’re right. Good night.”

And a few minutes later you had both fallen asleep.

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Double Life Remixed p.18

*Tango's pov*

You visit Pearl first, you don't know why Scott insisted on checking on them first but it's not like you had any better ideas and Scott won last season despite having started with two lives so he probably knows what he's doing...

... Pearl and Scar's base is... interesting. Looks like a zoo more then anything. Actually, looking at the amount of animals here it might actually be a zoo.

You don't hear Pearl approaching and Scott definitely doesn't either because you see him have a mini heart attack when Pearl appears behind them like a fucking apparition.

Pearl: Hey there!

Tango: AHHHHHH! (You know Tango's high pitched cartoony scream? That)

Scott is the one to recover first from the scare.

Scott: Hiii. So this is where you and Scar settled in?

Pearl: Sure is!

You decide to actually join in in this conversation... just observing two people talk while staying silent like some silent watcher observer is extremely akward... What was that? Your thoughts went a bit...weird for a moment... Oh well, where were you? Right, joining in.

Tango: Went for a zoo theme? Are you zookeepers then?

Pearl: Sure are mate!

Scott: ... Yeah, how did that happen by the way?

Pearl: Oh, Scar got the pandas and I got the wolves and then Scar found some cats and then we got some animals for farming and it just went from there.

Scott: Well it is very nice, I could see part of it from our base.

Pearl: Oh mate, we're neighbors? We should try to be friends then.

Tango: Yeah...sure.

Pearl: What? It's true.

Scott: Hmm, where is Scar by the way? And why would you leave him alone.

Pearl: Oh! He's still with the pandas, do you want to join in?

You look at Scott, he looks back thoughtfully before nodding.

Tango: Sure?

Pearl: Follow me!

Scar is exactly where Pearl said he was, It's not like you expected her to lie or something but still...how long has he been here?

Scar: Oh hello! What can I do for you?? Came with an offer cause I would be open to hear-

Pearl: Scar, they are visitors. Wanted to look at the pandas.

Scar: Oh yes! The Jellie Pandas! Aren't they adorable?

Tango: What are they? Some weird...cat panda hybrid???? How have you done this!?

Scar: ✨Magic.✨

Scott: How...did you do that with your mouth-

Tango: They are...completely different species??????

Pearl: Well, so are humans and blazes and yet you exist mate.

Tango: I- uh...I don't think that's how it works.

Pearl: Isn't it?

Tango: . . .no?

Scott: Is it like... ⭐? No uhhh 🌟?

Tango: Scott! Stop trying to make... sounds! Pearl is giving me an existencial crisis.

Scott: Wait I got it. ✨.

Tango: Scott!

Scott: Yes ✨dear✨?

You die immediately, thank you Scott... Well you don't actually die but your soul almost exits from your body.

You aren't going survive this series if Scott keeps this up, Scott might as well just straight up kill you at this point...

Ah, more like gay up kill you... Oh gods his sense of humor is already rubbing off on you this is both the best and worst possible timeline.

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Incorrect quotes because I'm worried about how many people are gonna lose their last life this session

Pearl: How do you do that? Tango: I'm fearless. Scott: I saw you run from bees yesterday. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad. Tango: I'm mostly fearless.

Jimmy: Hi- Martyn: Leave before there's a terrible misunderstanding between my foot and your ass.

BigB: It’s not gonna work, I’m not a snitch. Cop: Fine, let's try something else. Tag a friend you recently committed a crime with. BigB: Lmao, @ Impulse.

Etho as a child: I can’t wait to grow up and have cool adventures! Etho now: I can’t wait to go to bed.

Scar: I don’t even use tubberware anymore. Skizz: What are you saying? Say it again. Scar: Tubberware. Skizz: Say it again. Slow. Scar: Tubberware. Skizz: Slow, very slow - actually, say the first syllable. Scar: Tub. Skizz: Wrong. Scar: What do you mean, wrong? Skizz: I thought I caught that. You’re saying tub. It’s P. Scar: What are you talking about? Skizz: Tupperware. Tupper. Scar: It’s tupper! Skizz: It’s tupper, always has been, always will be. Scar: I thought it was tubberware because it kind of looks like a tub.

Scott: Why are you doing this? Cleo: Same reason I do everything, Scott. To get somebody to like me.

Joel: Do you even know what an amulet is? Grian: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions! Joel: Grian, those are omelettes. Grian: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.

Pearl: Guys it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish! Mumbo: I wish for good grades. Etho: Nerd. Mumbo: Nevermind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for Etho. :) Pearl: Mumbo…

Martyn: *pulls back the curtain while Jimmy is showering* Martyn: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?

Lizzie, about Joel: Can I tell them they look nice? Cleo: Sure. Lizzie: Can I tell them I respect them? Cleo: Maybe, if they ask. Lizzie: Should I show them an oil painting I made of us surrounded by our three cats and four dogs? Cleo: … Cleo: I’d save that for later.

Grian, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. Jimmy: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? Grian: I have depression, what do you think?

Pearl: I started school with straight A’s. Now I’m not even straight.

Bdubs: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies? Cleo: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials. Gem: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby. BigB: Rock also defeats baby.

BigB: I dare you- Skizz: Scar is not allowed to accept dares anymore. BigB: Why not? Scar: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Scott: Don’t preach to me about romance, Joel. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.

Tango, to Lizzie: You know, BigB can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching. Tango: *blows airhorn at BigB* GET FUCKED!

Mumbo: What language do they speak at the center of the earth? Mumbo: Core-ean Joel: The center of the earth is arond 5430 degrees Celsius! Nobody is going to live there so they don’t need a language! Impulse: Core-ean.

*the Squad cleaning up* Etho: Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away. Pearl, to Tango: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—

Mumbo: You're ugly. BigB: Tone indicator? Mumbo: Oh I'm sorry! You're ugly. /srs

Tango: Cleo... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Cleo: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Tango: Tango: I wrote sanitize, Cleo.

Gem, to Impulse: Are you peanuts? Because I want to boil you alive.

Grian: May luck (and this picture of Scott eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

Etho: You have Crayons? Grian: Yes, I have— Etho: You're— how old are you? Grian: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

hey there, ‘s me <3 so, my first request will be for a story in a shell 🦪 for mattheo, with the "exes to lovers" trope i’ve been obsessed with lately, and the song will be sabrina’s good graces that i’ve been listening to pretty much ever since the release. i think it would be cute with the trope. thanks in advance 💘

Hey there me, it's Ivy! ⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)づ (sorry that was a terrible joke; I think it's my dad's influence) Anyways, thank you so much for requesting, honey (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) And yes I had good graces playing on loop the whole time I was writing it (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ MATTHEO RIDDLE exes to lovers with good graces by sabrina carpenter

The party was in full swing, voices buzzing and music thrumming through the walls. You could feel eyes on you, not the least of which belonged to Mattheo Riddle from across the room. Every so often, you’d look his way, meeting his gaze with a taunting smirk before turning your attention back to Theo, who was by your side, grinning like he knew exactly what kind of game you were playing.

The sound of laughter bubbled up as you leaned in closer to Theo, trailing a finger down his arm and smiling sweetly. “You know, I think you might actually be my favorite person tonight, Theo.”

His laugh was smooth, leaning closer to match your energy. “Glad to hear it. Though I can’t say that’s everyone’s opinion tonight.”

You knew who he was talking about but before you could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Mattheo’s tone was laced with a mix of annoyance and a bit of jealousy as he looked between you and Theo, his jaw tight. “Didn’t know you’d be here, Theo.”

Theo just raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Hey, it’s a party, man. She invited me, didn’t she?”

You turned to Mattheo, one brow raised as you toyed with the rim of your glass, letting the tension settle thick around you. “Jealous, Riddle?”

His lips curved into a smirk, though his gaze was anything but amused. “Only if I thought there was anything real going on here.”

“Oh?” You leaned in closer, voice dropping, making sure only he could hear you. “Guess you should have stayed in my good graces, huh?”

A flicker of irritation crossed his face, but he didn’t back down. “Funny, coming from someone who used to be ‘sweet like an angel,’ as if you’d do anything for me.”

You shrugged, giving him a slow, infuriating smile. “I am still 'sweet like an angel', Mattheo. But I don’t waste that and my time on people who don’t deserve it, sweetheart. Besides, there are plenty of other guys who appreciate my attention. Like Theo here,” you added with a pointed look, making sure he caught your meaning.

His jaw tightened, his voice dropping lower as he took a step toward you, closing the distance between you. “You think this is funny? Trying to make me jealous?”

“Why would I care what you think?” You whispered, just close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath against his skin. “Trust me, darling, I don’t give a fuck about you. Not anymore.”

There was a spark of something dark and hungry in his eyes as he leaned in even closer, his lips just barely grazing your ear. “Then why are you still here, talking to me?”

“Who says I’m here for you?” you countered, your voice all bite, but your heart was thudding as you took in every feature of his face. “You’re the one who keeps showing up, trying to ruin my fun.”

“Oh, is that what I’m doing?” he murmured, his voice dripping with sarcasm, but his hand lingered near yours, fingers almost touching. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re really over it.”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to let him see you falter. “I’m over you, Mattheo,” you whispered fiercely, lips brushing against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

His eyes darkened, a wicked smirk twisting his lips as he looked at you, clearly unfazed. “You really want me to believe that?”

“Believe whatever you want,” you retorted, crossing your arms. “It’s not my problem if you’re still caught up on something that’s long gone. Just don’t expect me to sit around waiting for you to get it together.”

A dangerous glint sparked in his gaze, that familiar cockiness slipping back into place as he edged closer, eyes boring into yours. “You don’t waste time, huh? Right. So that’s why you’re here, standing in front of me, talking like you care about every word I’m saying.”

Your breath hitched for just a second before you steeled yourself, stepping back. “Don't mistake my nice for naïve, Riddle, I’m done. So unless you’re here to show me something real, you can find someone else to play your games with.”

He just stared at you, frustration flickering across his features as he tried to find the words. “Maybe I don’t know what to say. But maybe I’ll figure it out.”

For the first time that night, you let a little softness creep into your tone, though you didn’t let him see any hint of weakness. “Yeah? I guess we’ll see.”

You turned, disappearing back into the crowd, leaving him standing there, the mix of frustration and longing plain on his face.

The night dragged on, tension simmering between you and Mattheo like fire, every glance, every shared look, a new unspoken challenge.

Eventually, you stepped out into the night, the cool air biting at your skin. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of Mattheo’s words—and the way they still made your heart race.

You’d barely gotten two steps outside before you heard him again, his voice unmistakable. “Leaving so soon?”

You didn’t turn, knowing he was already close behind. “And if I am?”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a thrill down your spine. “You don’t have to play coy with me. You and I both know there’s unfinished business.”

Turning slowly, you met his gaze, refusing to let him see the conflict raging inside you. “You keep talking, but I don’t see any actions, Mattheo. You don’t get to act like you care after all this time.”

He stepped forward, his face a perfect mask of intensity. “You’re right. I don’t deserve it. But I’m still here, aren’t I?”

The air between you was thick, every word charged with the weight of old feelings. You fought to keep your voice steady, refusing to give him any satisfaction. “Then maybe it’s time for you to stop waiting around. If you think you deserve my time, prove it.”

There was a flicker of determination in his eyes, his hands reaching out to cup your face. You froze, feeling every inch of distance between you vanish in an instant. He looked down at you, his voice low and hoarse. “Then let me prove it.”

The seconds dragged on, tension thick and consuming as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was as intense as it was inevitable. You gave in, matching his fervour, the unresolved anger and passion spilling into each kiss, each lingering touch.

Finally, you broke away, breathless, heart pounding as you met his gaze with a knowing smirk. “Stay in my good graces, Mattheo. Or I’ll walk out of your life and never look back.”

His gaze softened, a smirk of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. “I don’t intend to mess this up again.”

For once, you let your guard down, allowing a touch of vulnerability to show as you looked up at him. “Good. Because I don’t give second chances.”

His fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes warm and full of promise. “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it count.”

And for the first time, you felt like maybe, just maybe, he was ready to do exactly that.

[kanyerealdaughter]

# SOUL REAPER ICHIGO PT . |||

sexual content , both 18, virgin ichigo x reader , unprotected sex , cowgirl , pet names, praise kink , size kink , cum eating , oral (m, receiving) , dom (fem,reader) , sub (ichigo).

NOT PROOFREAD. sorry for any errors

part | here ! <

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soul reaper ichigo - who was actually listing to the whole conversation and he was leaning against a wall in the hallway, his mind still thinking about you. the sight of you always made his stomach flutter, and his heart beat faster, but it was all overridden by the sadness and heartbreak he felt. he looked miserable.. his eyes spotted you walk out of the classroom, making his heart skip a beat. he began to panic.. unsure if he should come over and make an attempt to talk to you. he wanted to.. he really did.. but he felt so defeated and miserable, he didn’t want to get hurt any more.

“ hey.. can i talk to you for a minute..?” he finally took a breath and gathered the courage to walk up to you. just being this close to you made him feel.. so many things, but he tried to hide them.

you stood there awkwardly for a couple seconds before nodding slowly. he let out a small breath, silently thanking god that you actually answered him. he glanced around for a minute, noticing a couple of people passing by, before grabbing your wrist and gently guiding you into a nearby empty classroom. once in the empty classroom, he let your wrist go, shutting the door behind him before he turned to look at you. he took a breath, trying to find the right words to say.*

“i.. uh.. i need to ask you something.. if that’s alright..?”

“ what is it ichigo…” you let out a sigh after all these days we were finally speaking to each other. he took a small breath, noticing the tone of annoyance in your voice, but he ignored it for now. He leaned his back against the wall, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked at you

“ how.. how have you been doing..? after.. y’know- we broke up..”

“ really….? that’s what you wanted to know.. you know what we can have a conversation when you’re actually ready and are not beating around the bush…” you scoffed about to walk away from since you thought we’re gonna have a real discussion.

soul reaper ichigo - who he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back before you could walk away. he wasn’t done yet.. he didn’t want you to leave yet. not again..

“ alright, alright.. fine..” he mumbled, before looking at you, his heart pounding in his chest.

“ fine.! we can please talk about you keeping secrets ichigo..! like you’re always with chad , uryu , ruika and orihime.! did you even ever like me..?!” you said confused trying your best to control your emotions.

he frowned, the sudden realization that you felt left out and like he didn’t like to hit him.. his heart hurt knowing you felt that way.. “ of course i like, love you! y-you’re my girlfriend..”

he stopped, thinking for a moment on whether or not to tell you about him being a soul reaper.. but him and his other friends already knew.

“ we’re not even dating … anymore ichigo..” you mumbled

soul reaper ichigo - who felt a pang in his chest when you mentioned you weren’t even dating anymore.. it was a reality he didn’t like to accept.

“ you’re right… we’re not..” he mumbled in response, his heart feeling heavy as he looked at you.

“ right… so what’s the point of even talking about it if you’re just keeping your secrets from me..”

he let out a small hiss of frustration, his hands clenched into fists, before he closed his eyes for a minute. he couldn’t keep it a secret for longer..

“ alright.. alright fine.. i have a secret.. and you need to promise you won’t freak out when i tell you..” your eyes lit up as he promised to finally tell you the truth.

he took a breath, his heart pounding in his chest. this.. was big. *like my dick-pause*. it could change everything, but he needed you to know..*

“ promise me you can’t freak out when i tell you.. please..” *he repeated, looking at you with a serious yet slightly nervous look in his eyes.*

“ okay.. i-i promise ichigo…”

soul reaper ichigo - who’s nodded slowly, silently praying to the god you’d actually keep your word. he knew how it’d go.. you’d either call him a liar or freak out and leave.. he knew better than to think you’d believe him right off the bat.

“ alright.. just.. trust me on this.. and don’t.. freak out..” he repeated one final time, before taking another deep breath.

“ i’m a soul reaper..”

“ … “

he looked at you for a moment, silently looking for any indication as to how you’d react.. but since you said nothing, he took it as a chance to continue.

” y-you’re not.. saying anything.. which, i’ll admit, is a little scary..” he mumbled, slightly nervous and scared of your possible reaction.

“ a s-soul reaper…?”

he nodded slowly, before taking a breath once more, preparing himself for any questions or any possible outburst.

“ yeah .. a soul reaper. one of the soul society.. y’know- the afterlife?”

soul reaper ichigo - who before he could finish his sentence you immediately pushed your lips against his. all thoughts in his head came to a sudden stop, every bit of worry or anxiety he felt about your reaction gone in the blink of an eye. all he felt was your lips against his and the shock of the sudden kiss, but he slowly but surely began to melt into it, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

your hands on his face you cupped his jaw as you pushed him down to your height making the kiss even more deeper.

a small, quiet moan escaped his lips as he gave into the heat of the kiss, pulling you even closer so your body was pressed against his own. He could feel his chest fill with a burning heat that he felt only around you, pushing his hands under your shirt and trailing them up your bare back. he’d missed this.. he’d missed you so much..

you also moaned into the kiss your tongue exploding his mouth basically sticking your tongue down his throat.

he couldn’t get enough of you. holding you like this, your tongue against his.. it was absolutely euphoric for him. as his thoughts became more hazy with need and want for you, he pushed you against a wall, his hands running all over your body as he deepened the kiss even more, practically wanting to devour you completely.

your hands let go of jaw and slowly moved down to the hem of his pants.

he froze for a moment as he felt your hand trail down his body, his mind immediately going into a panic on what exactly you were trying to do. He tried his best to keep focused on the kiss, not wanting to lose that feeling, but he could feel his body heating up and could feel himself already getting excited.

you finally pulled away after the hot long steamy kiss but your lips still touching as your hands slid into his pants not knowing he was a virgin.

soul reaper ichigo - who let out a small moan the moment your hand slid into his pants, and his eyes widened slowly as he realized what you were trying to do. he was absolutely embarrassed and extremely flustered, having never done anything like this before.

“w-wait- “

he started to say in protest, the words coming out in a small stutter as he tried to control his own excitement and desire for you.

“ then be quiet for me okay..?” you said quietly as your hands slowly moved into his boxers.

his face was completely red now, and his breathing was erratic and heavy as he nodded slowly, completely at your mercy as he desperately tried to keep any sounds in.

“ y-yeah.. i’ll be.. quiet..” he responded back in a small, embarrassed and slightly shaky voice.

“ s-but be quick about it..”

“ you rushing me…?” you smiled a bit as your warm hands finally touched his dick.

he inhaled sharply and let out a small gasp, his body shuddering slightly from the feeling. he was already at full attention, needy and desperate for you.. but he didn’t care. In that moment, he just wanted you, his heart rate going faster.

“ of course I’m rushing you.. we’ll get found out if you’re too slow..” he mumbled, unable to keep the needy tone out of his voice.

“ mm… i’ll go faster if you beg for it…” you said your lips grazing his ear.

soul reaper ichigo - who was a complete mess now, and that small gesture to his ear had him shivering more, a small gasp leaving his lips as he felt your breath against his ear. he bit his lip as he desperately tried to keep any sounds in, knowing he’d have to beg if he wanted more..

“ please.. please just.. do it faster.. i.. i need you..” he whispered.

your smile grew as you actually heard him begged as you got down your knees in front of him. he could see you get on your knees in front of him, and it was almost too much for him to process. his heart was racing, and he was sure it was hard to keep any sounds in at this point. but he tried his best, trying desperately to keep a small amount of control. he looked down at you, his eyes filled with need and want for you.

“please..”

your hands pulled out of his boxers and to the hem of his pants pulling them down slowly. as they fell to his ankles he felt his face get more red as he felt his pants being pulled down, his heart racing faster as he felt himself getting more excited. he suddenly remembered that he hadn’t told you.. he was still a virgin..

“ w-wait-“ he tried to say, only managing to stutter the one word, his breathing fast and shaky as he looked down at you, trying to figure out how to tell you.

“ what..?” you looked up at him, your fingers about to pull his boxers down as they traced the rim of his boxers. he bit his lip as he felt your fingers tracing the rim of his boxers, struggling to keep any more pleas and moans in, but he needed to tell you..

“ i.. i need to tell you something.. please..” he managed to say, still keeping his voice quiet so no one outside the classroom would overhear you and him.

soul reaper ichigo - who inhaled sharply as he felt his boxers start to be pulled down.. he knew if he waited any longer to say something he’d be too late.

“ i’m.. i’m a..” he started, trailing off as he tried to find the right words to say.

“.. i’m still a.. virgin..” he mumbled, his face practically burning and he looked down at you, hoping you wouldn’t judge him or say anything bad..

“ o-oh..” you froze as you removed your hands from his boxers stopping yourself before this could go any further but you couldn’t lie you felt a rush of excitement when he said that you were gonna be his first.. he froze and held his breath as he watched you remove your hands from his boxers.. he was embarrassed and a little ashamed for not telling you before..

“ is.. is that.. bad?” he asked quietly, the embarrassment clear in his voice as he looked down at you, still feeling the need and desire from a moment ago, but he figured you didn’t want to continue anymore..

“ n-no.! um no it’s not… j-just a surprise..” you said as you cleared your throat from the awkwardness that wasn’t there like a second ago.

he hesitantly nodded in response, still embarrassed but glad to know you didn’t think it was bad. his breathing had started to slow, but he could still feel his excitement and the need for you. he still wanted you, and he didn’t want to stop now..

“can.. can we still continue..?” he asked in a quiet voice, almost sounding like a plea again.

“ a-are you sure you don't want your first time to be special… and um not in a classroom..?” you asked quietly, looking up at him.

he nodded slowly, blushing at the thought of it being special, but he didn’t want to wait anymore.. he wanted you now. he reached down, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up so you were standing in front of him again.

“ i don’t care.. i just need you..” be muttered, his heart still beating fast as he looked down at you, bringing his hands up to your waist to hold you close to him. he was a mess for you, desperate for your touch..

soul reaper ichigo - who let out a small moan against your lips, his hands pulling you in closer and his arms wrapping around your waist as he desperately kissed you back. he was completely lost in you, wanting more and more. he couldn’t get enough of this.. the feeling of your lips against his, your hands on him. he needed you, all of you.

your hands went to the bottom of your shirt pulling it off after your head over shirt landed on the floor just leaving you in your bra.

his eyes widened and he froze for a moment at the sight of you in only your bra, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at you. a small blush crept across his face and his eyes roamed over your body, taking in every last inch of you. his hands went back to gripping your waist, holding you firmly against him as he tried to regain his bearings.

“ you’re.. beautiful..” he finally managed to say, his voice sounding slightly strangled.

your smile grew as your hands went behind your back unclipping your bra as that also fell on the ground showing him your boobs in which you have your nipple pierced

*if you don’t like just ignore just thought it would be cool to add that.*

his eyes grew impossibly wide at the sight of you completely topless, his breath getting caught in his throat again as he looked at you. “ holy sh-“ he immediately cut himself off, unable at that moment to even form a coherent sentence. he could feel himself getting more excited than ever, his mind completely fuzzy and filled with thoughts of you.

“ i.. i didn’t think you’d..” he muttered, his hands still on your waist, gripping a bit tighter.

“ shhh..” you mumbled, pushing him down on one of the chairs in the classroom, reminding him to be quiet since you’re both still in the school.

soul reaper ichigo - who he gasped as he suddenly felt himself get pushed down onto a chair, his head hitting the top part before he sat up more so he could actually look at you. he swallowed, reminding himself that he had to keep quiet as he looked at you, completely at your mercy as he sat in the chair.

“ o-okay.. i’ll be quiet..” he mumbled as he bit his lip, looking up at you.

“ good boy…” you replied back as my fingers pulled down his boxers slowly as they slid down to his ankles along with his pants, feeling yourself get more soaked in your panties as your skirt lifted up as you got down on your knees once again.

he shuddered as he felt his boxers slowly get taken off, his breathing getting heavier and his heart rate increased. he could feel your words go through him again, making him feel even needier and more desperate for more. he looked at you, his mouth slightly open as he struggled to keep any sounds in, almost completely at your mercy.

“ y-yeah.. i’m a good boy..” he managed to stutter out in a low, slightly strained voice. he reached out for you, trying to hold back a small whine, wanting to keep his hands on you his eyes roamed over your body, and he couldn’t look away once he noticed your piercings.

your hands went to his dick as you grip him with your small warm hands he was so much larger than you expected and so so pretty. slender, with a pale shaft that leads into a rosy pink at the tip leaking precum. it curves up and to the right. you brush your thumb over his tip smearing his precum over his tip making his body twitch and his hips thrust up to your touch.

soul reaper ichigo - he inhaled sharply when he felt you grip him, holding back a small moan at the feeling of your warm hands on him. his breathing was already uneven from the feeling, and the touch of your thumb over his tip had him shuddering, his hands subconsciously gripping the chair.

“ f-fuck..” he muttered under his breath, unable to stop the small words from escaping. he felt his entire body overheat at the feeling of your touch.

your hands started to trace the veins that were going up to his rosy pinkish tip as pre cum starts to leak from out of his tip you feel yourself getting even wetting your panties molded of your folds.

he tensed up, his breathing heavy and labored as you traced the veins, his tip leaking precum as you teased him. his head was spinning, and he was struggling to keep any sounds in, biting his lip to hold back moans of pleasure.

“ i-i can’t..” he quietly managed to say, his hands gripping even tighter on the arms of the chair he was sitting on.

you snuck your hand under your skirt as you began to take off your panties coming off your ankles while your head lowered towards his aching dick as you kitten licked his now reddish angry tip licking off the pre cum. “ mm… sweet..”

he gasped and shuddered at the feeling of your tongue, his hands gripping even tighter on the chair, the sound of the wood creaking slightly being heard. he bit down on his lip, trying to contain moans, and it took everything he had just to keep himself somewhat quiet.

“ nnngh.. that feels so.. good..” he managed to say in a quiet, strained voice. you stood up off your knees revealing your naked body. his heart was racing and his mind was completely fuzzy, and he was suddenly confronted with the sight of you being fully naked. he could feel himself getting more excited and desperate as he looked you over, his eyes roaming your body.

“ fuck.. you’re so perfect..” he mumbled quietly, his eyes lingering on your pierced nipples before looking back at your face.

“ are you sure you still want this..?” you asked in a hushed tone after he was still a virgin.. he nodded slowly, his brain already becoming completely muddled from desire and need, but he had to keep control for a moment.

“ i'm sure, i want this.. i want you..” he said, his voice quiet but firm, letting you know he truly wanted to do this.

“ okay…” you mumbled before sitting on his lap your hands grabbed him softly before slowly lining him up with my entrance… fuck you’re soaked. he felt his heart skip a beat as you sat on his lap, his eyes on you the entire time. he could hardly breath, excitement and a small hint of nervousness rushing through him as you lined him up with your entrance. he bit his lip, his hands going to your hips, holding onto you.

“ y-you can… keep going..” he said in a low, quiet voice, his eyes watching you closely, his breath hitching in anticipation as he spoke.*

soul reaper ichigo - who felt his tip go into your warm tight folds making you let out a quiet moan just from the tip stretching you out already you felt yourself getting more aroused damn near becoming dizzy as you slid down your wall clenching around him.

he let out a strangled gasp, biting his lip harshly to try and keep any louder sounds in as he felt himself slowly go into you. he was so sensitive, and the feeling of you around his tip had his head spinning, his body already wanting so much more. his breathing was quick and erratic, his hands grabbing your waist and holding you to him, his body shaking softly as he tried

you continue to slide down his girth making you let out a moan making me clench around him tighter as you sat all the way down his and yours thighs touching as he was so deep in you right now making you breathless you never felt so full.. you looked down noticing the huge bulge in your stomach.

ichigo was at his limit, his breathing and senses completely erratic and overwhelmed by the feeling of you around him. his body was on fire, and every sense was on overload. he looked down and saw the bulge in your stomach, and he thought he might lose his mind at the sight. He was completely in bliss.

you felt one of his hands go to your stomach and put pressure on his large bulge showing through your stomach making you clench harder and your hands went to squeeze his shoulders.

he gasped as he felt your clench around him, and he could barely handle it at that point. he was feeling so much pleasure and so many sensations at once, he was completely at your mercy. he could barely even think straight anymore, but he looked down and felt your hands on his shoulders, and he brought a hand up to the one you had on his shoulder, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding your hand as he pressed his hand against your stomach.

he gasped at the movement of your hips, a small moan escaping him before he could stop it. he held onto your hips and your hand, his head spinning as he felt your motions on him.

“ ah.. y-you feel so good.. mmngh..” he was struggling to keep his voice quiet, and he was sure anyone outside the classroom would’ve likely heard by now, but he didn’t even care at this point.

“ such a good boy…” you coo peppering a few kisses near the crook of his neck whilst your cunt glides on his dick stretching you out even more than you could imagine trying your best not to cum already.

soul reaper ichigo - who he trembled at the feeling of your kisses and your praise, a small moan escaping him once again. he was completely at your mercy, but he didn’t mind at all, in fact he loved it. his body was buzzing with pleasure and his mind was completely fuzzy from it all, he was overwhelmed.

“ f-fuck…” you mumbled you couldn’t even get the words out making you all warm your brain going dizzy as you went even faster you could tell he was close once you felt him twitch deep inside of you. he gasped at the feeling of you picking up the pace, his body getting closer and closer to the edge as he felt himself twitching inside you.

you were caught off guard when ichigo thrust his hips into your cunt making you let out a pornographic moan as it echoed in the classroom making an attempt to smack your ass but he quickly rubbed it softly afterwards. he was completely lost in the pleasure and feeling of you, no longer even trying to contain moans. when he heard your moan echo through the room, he was unable to hold back anymore, and he was already on the edge.

“ n-nngh.. i’m..i’m close..”

“ yeah hmm.. b-be ..fuck- a good boy for me..? and cum inside me..” you whispered as your lips hovered over his ear as you started to peck his neck slowly with kisses.

“ y-yeah.. i’ll be a good boy, i promise..” he nearly growled at your words, the feeling of your lips on his neck and whisper in his ear bringing him closer and closer to the edge. he was quickly losing his mind, and he was ready to give you exactly what you wanted, to be a good boy for you. he was a complete mess under you, and it was nearly sending him over the edge.

“ yes.. good boy..” you breathes out, hearing the brief sounds of squelching your own cunt made going inside of you and suddenly the entire room grows quiet from the sounds of just ichigo's and your soft breaths and your pussy making all kinds of noise because of ichigo's length.

soul reaper ichigo - who he was trembling in pleasure at the sounds coming from you, he was completely at your mercy, and he was nearing the end. it was all so much and he was completely overwhelmed by it, he was almost at his breaking point.

“ i’m.. i’m going to-” he managed to say, his voice strained and breathing heavy, he could barely speak through how.

“ shhh… it’s okay.. baby open your mouth for me…” you hushed him as you begin to suck on his neck. he gasped and shuddered, biting back a moan as he felt your lips on his neck, doing as you told him and opening his mouth, your nipple piercing pressed up against his chest.

he trembled at the feeling of your lips on his neck, the feeling of the nipple piercing against his bare chest as well as hearing you whisper to him. he looked at you and did exactly as you said, he opened his mouth.

you bit your lip before pressing your whole body against his still riding him. you licked your lips before cupping his jaw softly collecting saliva in mouth before spitting into his mouth.

soul reaper ichigo - who he gasped as he felt your body pressed against his, and when you licked your lips he had a flash of a feeling of anticipation, not knowing what you were going to do. when you cupped his jaw and he saw you gathered your saliva in your mouth, he couldn’t look away from you, watching you intently as he waited. when he felt your spit on his tongue, his eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn’t complain, and instead swallowed your spit.

you grip his jaw harder as you smashed your lips against his it was such a mess a sloppy kiss you started to grind down on him as he continued to thrust up into your g-spot making you moan into the kiss.

he gasped into the kiss as you kissed him deeper, it was all so messy, but that only added to how overwhelming all this was for him, the amount of pleasure he was feeling and the sensations of your mouth on his, it was all so much. he bucked his hips up into you, hitting your g-spot and continuing to thrust into you, his mind completely fuzzy and blank by this point, he couldn’t even think anymore. he held onto you with one hand on your hip and the other tangled up in your hair.

“ mm..!” you let out a loud moan in the classroom as you continued to suck his neck going down to his apple adam his dick was just driving in and out of you.

he was quickly losing himself to the pleasure, his mind and body completely overwhelmed by all the sensations as he thrusted into you, his breathing getting more heavy and erratic, the feeling of your lips on his neck and your moans and sounds only driving him more crazy. he gripped you tighter, his hands trembling, as if holding onto you was the only thing keeping

you gasp once he prods against your g-spot for probably the uncountable time now. ichigo breathing hitches, and once he cums it's so much as he's pouring such thick creamy ropes of cum into your womb. you slow down a bit, still riding him ichigo dick pulses inside of you.

soul reaper ichigo - who he was still trembling softly from his release, his body and mind completely over sensitized from everything that had happened. he held onto you, his hands still shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. he let out a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing, which was still irregular and erratic.

“ holy..fuck..” he managed to get out, still trying to find his bearings again, and he felt he was still a bit overwhelmed from everything that had just happened.

“ couldn’t wait for me.. huh baby so greedy….” you giggle quietly as you let out of his neck revealing the red sensitive hickeys going past his neck and down to his apple adam’s. he couldn’t help but huff at your words, the feeling of your giggles against his neck sending a shiver down his spine. he could faintly feel the sensitive hickeys and marks on his neck, and he knew that it’d be a while before he’d be able to hide them.

“ well whose fault do you suppose that is?” he teased, a small smirk on his face, his breathing still a bit labored.

“ oh..? is my good boy talking back to me..” you raised your brow as you clench down on him riding him as you unexpectedly came hard my legs shaking from the unexpected orgsam.

he hissed at the unexpected clench from you, gripping you a bit tighter in response. he was still a bit sensitive and the feeling made him shiver a bit, even though he wasn’t expecting you to come so suddenly.

“ i-” he started, but stopped, his head falling back a bit as he felt you clenching around him “ i ..” he tried to speak again but his mind was still fuzzy, and his ability to form words was a bit diminished at that moment.

“ that’s what i thought…” you mumbled tiredly but still having the energy to talk back as you stopped riding him your thighs became sore your legs still shaking.

soul reaper ichigo - who he couldn’t help but let out a small huff at your words again as you stopped and he felt your thighs trembling. he still held you in his lap, both his hands on your hips, and he was still trying to slow down his breathing, but it was taking a moment.

“ well you can’t blame me, you make it too damn hard not to talk back.” he huffed again as he spoke

“ oh yeah what happened to my good boy… hmm.?” you whispered against his ear. he shivered again at the feeling of your whisper against his ear, but he couldn't help but pout a bit at your words, knowing that you were teasing him.

“ well... i think you broke him.” he muttered, still holding onto you, his hands a little tight, as if he didn't want to let you go just yet

you giggle quietly at his words before gasping once he suddenly lifts you up softly, pulling out you and ichigos fluids mixing together leaking down your thighs. his mind and body still in a bit of a hazy state, but he was regaining himself again. he held you for a moment. he leaned against you a bit after he pulled out, still feeling a bit dazed and hazy, his mind still trying to clear and come back to reality, and the feeling of your fluids leaking down your thighs was a bit distracting to him. he was silent for a moment, just holding you and trying to gather his thoughts before he finally spoke up again.

“ mm… that was… that was a hell of a first time..” he breathed out softly, looking down and seeing your combined fluids mixing together on your thighs.

you slid off his lap, getting down on my knees in front of him as he sat in the chair still. his eyes widened a bit when you got off his lap and down onto your knees, he wasn’t sure what you were planning, but he couldn’t deny the slight jolt of excitement he felt as he watched you. he leaned back a bit in the chair, his eyes locked on you.

soul reaper ichigo - who he gasped suddenly as he felt your hand on him, and it quickly turned into a low moan as he felt your tongue on him. the feeling was so intense after everything that had already happened, he couldn’t help it. he placed a hand on your head, gently gripping your hair in one hand.

he let out another moan as you started sucking on the tip, and he could barely hold back a gasp when he felt your tongue swirling around it. he felt you deepthroating him, and he couldn’t hold back suddenly. you felt him let out a hot steamy cum spurt of his making you gag since he didn’t warn me which caught you off guard but you swallowed it anyways. he quickly tried to take his hand off your head, feeling bad that he hadn’t thought to warn you.

“ s-sorry, i-” he began to speak, but he was still a bit overwhelmed and his words came out kind of strangled. he took a moment to steady himself, his breathing still a bit quick, his head spinning a bit as he looked down at you feeling a bit bad for not warning you, his mind all warm and fuzzy, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit entranced by the sight in front of him. he slowly removed his hand from your hair, letting out a soft shuddering breath as he looked at you “ sorry.. i just.. didn’t think to warn you i was gonna…”

you lifted your head up quickly as you gasp for air, licking your lips, tasting his leftover fluids on your lips. you opened your mouth to talk but ended up with a lost voice… just from how big he was fuck you’re gonna need to gargled some salt water..

he watched you nod, noticing your slower movements and the shift in the mood, and he was suddenly all too aware that you weren’t together anymore. the whole situation had him feeling a little guilty, in a way, as a part of him felt as though he was using you, and he didn’t like that feeling. he took a breath, trying to sort through his thoughts and his emotions, but he honestly had no idea what to say

“ ichigo…” you mumbled as your voice cracked of course still sore from deep throating him.

soul reaper ichigo - who he looked down at you again, and when he heard the tone of your voice his breath caught a bit, and he didn’t know if it was because of how rough your voice sounded, or something else. either way he felt bad, knowing exactly what the reason was for it being so rough

“ y-yeah..?” he questioned quietly, almost hesitating to speak, feeling an odd mix of guilt and other, more complex emotions

“ get back together with me..” you said quietly but it didn’t sound like a question, more like a demand.

“ please…” you mumbled, covering your chest that had your nipple pierced since it suddenly got cold as a gust of wind flew over the classroom.

he noticed the sudden chill, and when he saw you try to cover yourself he moved on instinct to reach out and grasp your hands, taking them in his own and gently pulling them away from your chest, holding them up between you.

“ you’re gonna get cold if you do that.” he murmured quietly, not knowing what else to say yet. he couldn’t look away from you, his mind still a tangled mess.

soul reaper ichigo - who he instinctively wrapped his other arm around you as he pulled you onto his lap, his hand cupping your breast keeping you a bit warmer and the feeling of the piercing against his palm sent a shiver down his spine. his mind was still caught between what you had just asked, and everything that’s been happening.

" okay... yeah. yeah, we can... get back together." he mumbles, he sighed when he looked down, his hand was just big enough to cover your entire chest. he couldn’t resist tracing his thumb over your nipple piercing, as he held you close to him, resting his chin on your shoulder

your eyes lit up at his words as you smile slightly. another gust of wind came from the door and it caught both of yours and ichigo's attention when we realized the classroom door was open….

he’d been entirely focused on you, so he hadn’t noticed the door being open until you both turned to look at it. his eyes widened a bit when he saw it, realizing that someone could’ve walked by at any time and seen them… he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, the feeling of worry and guilt flooding through him again, now remembering where they were, and the possibility of someone walking in on them..

he felt the color drain from his face when he saw chad standing there, stunned and obviously shocked by the scene. you felt embarrassed after all this time how long was he standing there…? ichigo couldn’t think of a single word to say at that moment, he just stared, feeling frozen in place as chad stood in the doorway.

soul reaper ichigo - who actually thanks chad for getting you and him back together even after chad walked into the awkward situation.

soul reaper ichigo - who secretly kept you panties that were on the classroom floor and stuffed them into his pockets while you didn’t even notice.

soul reaper ichigo - who’s finally happy that he got his girlfriend back and doesn’t even have to keep secrets anymore…

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - i’m so happy to be done with this i’ve been working on this for two days.. almost fell asleep writing this.

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This may be an unpopular opinion - but I was not a fan of this part of the story, even more so with the way they took the direction with it ---

It was fun in fanfics and stuff - but the minute I heard it on screen I was so not impressed - but I still had hope that maybe they will handle this positively and respectfully

And then with Josh's speech I got a little hopeful that okay, maybe they will handle this story with care but then....

What the actual fuck?!

What is wrong with the writers? Why even make connections with past characters if you just wanted to kick the character off the show.

Why have Bobby call him 'good people'? Bobby, Chimney, Hen and he shared scar stories. Why have Chimney call him 'cool'? His friendship with Hen - 'Captain Wilson and I go way back...'? Why have Hen and Karen give him the protective sisters 'talk'? Why bond with Eddie and Chris? Why get him invited to Chimney and Maddie's wedding and introduce him to the family - both his biological and found family? And now connect him with Abby only for him to 'exit' and not go on with any character or story arc development?

Why even make a connection to Abby, yet another established character on the show, when the door is going to get shut? Why are there so many invisible strings when you just have to go ahead and cut them off without any resolve in future? They could have just had Buck say, 'hey, it's been six months (since the time jumps are happening off screen anyways) and things are good, why not move in with me?' and Tommy could still have the same reaction --- so what is happening you guys?

And I don't even mind the break up as such - it is the way they are saying its the final goodbye and that the door is shut which is just so disappointing - like even with that break up they had so much potential for drama, for good angsty bittersweet drama - but no they just exit the character and make it look like the door is shut.

Seriously, I am speaking as a writer (amateur as I am, but I still understand the concept of building a story) - they hit a writer's gold mine, it is so rare to have so many invisible strings full circle in the story, especially one that builds season by season and episode by episode with no exact end in vision - so why the fuck would you waste so much potential? They were given something so beautiful by the universe and they had the audacity to fuck it up - and for what?

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Nothing Lasts Forever - The Meet Cute

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Everything started the night of the Bonfire.

I was new in town, having just moved from several states away, and not used to how things were around here when I heard about a bonfire happening at the beach in the evening.

To be completely honest, I was never one to invite myself to a party, not if I didn't have someone to go with, and over here, I had absolutely no one. It was my best friend, one of my only good friends begging me to go, and that finally convinced me despite my initial hesitance.

When I arrived, I could immediately tell that there was some sort of divide between everyone, something that I noticed as soon as I moved here, and something that I seemed to find out I was on the bad side of.

I felt awkward and uncomfortable as everyone else seemed to at least be with someone else that they knew but I knew absolutely no one.

I found myself sitting on a log, all by myself, looking down at the sand as my feet went side to side in the sand, simply sliding on it out of boredom.

I'm startled when I feel someone sit down on the log next to me and I look over to see some guy. He had messy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a decent tan shown with the grey muscle tank he was wearing.

"Hey there." He said in a chillax tone, sitting a little too close to me without even thinking about it, his gaze fixed on me.

"Hey." I shyly respond, looking into his eyes as well. He was definitely a good-looking guy, that was all I had to say.

"I'm JJ." He introduced himself, holding his hand that wasn't holding a red solo cup obviously full of alcohol out to me.

I smile as I shake his hand, "I'm Lucia." I respond.

"Lucia." He says. "Never heard that name before." JJ tells me in a matter-of-fact tone. I just nod. "It's nice. I like it." He then adds.

"Thank you." I quietly respond.

"Never seen you around before." He commented. "You a touron?"

"A what?" I ask, not knowing what that means.

"Like, are you just on vacation here or something?" He rephrased his question, waiting for my answer.

"No. I- I just moved here." I answer him.

"Oh, really? And from where did you move, Miss Lucia?" He asked in a playful tone.

I can't help the small giggle that leaves my lips, "New York."

"Goddamn. You move from New York to here of all places." JJ points out, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I know right." I say, smiling back at him.

"Well, I'm glad you're not just a touron, Lucia, 'cause I'd like to get to know you better." JJ tells me.

"Really?" I ask, blushing a little, not believing that such a hot guy like that was even talking to me let alone flirting with me.

"Now, why would I lie about that?" JJ asked, scooting a little closer in a sly way which I didn't even realize until he was all close and personal.

"I don't know. What does getting to know me mean to you?" I ask, wanting to know if he just wanted to get in my pants or if he actually had an interest in me.

"It means whatever you want it to mean. We could go back to my buddies' place or we could take it slow and I could get your number, yeah?" JJ suggested.

"I think I'd like the latter." I say and he nods.

"Me too." JJ responds and before he can actually pull his phone out to get my number, there's commotion heard and when he looks over, he shoots up. "I gotta go. I'll be right back, alright?" He said.

"Alright." I say as I watch him get up and go over to the crowd, pushing through it.

I could tell that there was some sort of altercation from here with the way everyone was acting and what people were saying but I didn't bother getting up to actually see it.

The next thing I knew, everyone was running and screaming and that's what made me stand up. I looked at what was happening and that's when I saw JJ standing behind some guy who was bent over another guy who lay in the water. JJ held a gun up to the bent-over guy's head and I tensed up.

I then watched him back off before he turned around to face the crowd, "Okay, everyone listen up!" I heard him yell. "Get the hell out of our side of the island!" JJ then yelled before pointing the gun into the air and shooting twice.

I was shocked but ran, not wanting to stay around any longer. I couldn't believe that he could just flip the switch like that nor did I even know what had happened to cause him to react like that. All I did know was that I wasn't going to be stupid and I was going to get out of there. His phone bare of my number... for now.

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