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accidentally-in-fictional-love · 4 months ago

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Possibility of a Johnson thing with a plushy reader based on the song Crush by Cigarettes After Sex?

Feel Your Love Crush - Johnson/Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, the reader has self-esteem issues but they're overcome, oral sex, brief fingering as prep, sex.

Wordcount: 3436

Summary: He was always surrounded by the most beautiful people you'd ever seen, so what made him look only at you whenever you were with him? You couldn't figure it out, but thanks to him you were beginning to.

Notes: I can't believe I'm 22 requests in and this is my first Johnson, how is that even possible OTL but aside from that and the Lester sequel, all of my old queue is now finished! When I saw this one I actually gasped, since I myself am plushy 👉👈😖 so while writing I kinda ended up doing it for myself, channeled my own insecurities in there, I hope that's okay! It still ends up cute, I just wouldn't be able to believe it if Johnson asked me out on a date when I'm me heh

Once again, you were thankful for the chill of the night as the southern heat died down for the day, a golden ticket in your hand as you waited in line behind the other eager patrons of the Bang-a-Rang. Johnson had told you to just come around the back, someone would let you in if you'd just mentioned his name, but you didn't feel like you were there yet, the constant worry that someone else would come along and steal him away always on your mind. It returned again as you were allowed inside, the beautiful dancers around you drawing the gaze and keeping it hostage until the money flew, but you had just one man in your sights again tonight, the back of his head just visible over the crowd as he headed for a table.

His friends were there, the ones he worked with and were rarely without, but he'd leave them for you again the moment he saw you, he always did. His back was still to you as you approached his booth, the blonde one, Matty, noticing you first and giving him a nudge and a smirk. He turned in his seat to see what had him smiling so wide, his eyes shining in the neons the moment he saw that it was you. He grabbed his drink and stood, his jacket slung over his shoulder as he left them as always, but you didn't feel like going out this time as you placed a hand on his shoulder, not after that week's ticket had cut into your grocery money.

‘Can we stay? I just got here,’ you murmured, not wanting to make him choose but also not wanting to waste all that money so soon. He was fine with it though, again he always was when it came to you, and the others made room as you sat down with them for a drink. You didn't talk much, just like him, the other two doing all the talking for you as the music blared on and the dancers kept drawing gazes, and when a particularly pretty one with red hair and an untamable smile came over to try and rile up Matty you couldn't help but feel that familiar comparison to everyone around you arise once more without fail.

She was beautiful, she was lively, she was thin and fit and looked so pretty in her outfit, and the moment Matty finally sent her away with a, ‘Don't you have something better to be doing tonight?’ you felt Johnson lean in to whisper in your ear.

‘She's like a sister to us, you don't gotta worry about her,’ he reassured you with a smile, and while you tried to take comfort in that, you still couldn't help but notice that his friends were also beautiful and lively and thin, your thicker legs pressing together so you wouldn't take up too much space at your end of the bench. As if reading your mind, he motioned for Matty to lean over before whispering something in his ear, the blonde giving him a quick nod as Johnson then nudged you to stand. You did, fearing that maybe he'd caught on that you didn't fit in around here at last, but instead of telling you to go he instead led you to a nearby door.

It led to his bedroom, two king beds, three dressers, two nightstands complete with matching lamps, one small table, and three comfy chairs filling the room, a bathroom to your left cutting into the room and just barely obscuring the mess of clothes that were gathered on the floor in the remaining space on the other side of the wall.

‘Ignore that,’ he chuckled casually when he caught you staring, and you did the moment your eyes caught something else; it was the dresser by the door, one third of it a gather-all for their junk and empty bottles, the other two thirds housing a row of old books, while the wall above was decorated with photos. They were all pinned directly to the wall, only a couple having frames, and when you moved closer you saw that they were all of you.

You during your various drives with him, you when he brought you to his favourite shops, you that day by the river when you'd felt brave enough to not only swim but ditch the clothes you wore overtop of your suit; he'd said you'd looked amazing as he'd snapped the photo, but the camera was so old you'd honestly just thought he used it as a joke the entire time, because who'd ever want any pictures of you when they were surrounded by people like this?

‘I keep every one,’ he told you as he slotted himself against your back, his arms coming around you and making your plush tummy feel warm under his palms. ‘Ethan got the camera for himself, but I keep borrowing it whenever I know you're comin’ around.’

‘Why would you want these?’ You didn't mean to ask it, to question his tastes, but he didn't take offense at your words at all, just chuckled in your ear as he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head.

‘Because you're the loveliest one of them all.’

Your breath caught in your throat as he spun you around to kiss you for the first time, your heart beating faster at his confession; you'd been seeing him for a few months now, he'd been the one to spot you in town and ask you out for drinks to your complete and total surprise, but you hadn't actually believed that this was real until now. He'd always seemed genuine in his friendship with you, and Matty and Ethan never once made jokes about how different you were, but it wasn't until he gave a gentle tug to your pants that you knew he actually wanted you as much as you wanted him. You let him lead the way to the nearest bed, it must’ve been his as he nodded for you to sit down, get comfy against the pillows, their softness luring you in and letting you sink in as you looked up at him in a new light.

‘They won't bother us, Matty's gunna bring Ethan up the river for tonight,’ he told you as he started to strip, the sight of him shedding layer after layer making the room feel much warmer than it actually was.

‘And you really want-?’ you asked nervously, the way your thighs then rubbed together making him stare as he crawled onto the bed in front of you.

‘Just as much as you want me, I’d like to think,’ he confirmed, a knee coming between yours to part your legs, ‘unless you don't want this?’

‘I do,’ you were quick to say, Johnson chuckling at how honest you were once you stopped trying to convince yourself you weren't good enough for him, a hand cupping your cheek when your face then turned red over your eagerness.

‘You gunna trust me when I say I've fallen for you, then?’ he asked softly, your throat tightening as you gave him a small nod. ‘Good, cause I've been dyin’ to get my hands on you ever since you walked in.’ He kissed you again as he straddled you, his taller form boxing you in against his pillows, and you helped him start to strip you as the music went on outside. You wore a bit less than usual to combat the heat of the wait, and it seemed like he enjoyed what you'd chosen as he hummed to himself, kissing each new part if you that was revealed.

You had to help him tug your pants down your hips, your cheeks flushing again when it proved to be a bit difficult, but he just smirked and yanked them free in one quick movement, your body jolting down with the movement and making the both of you laugh at how strong he was. It was just what you needed to not only feel more comfortable with baring yourself to him, but to set the mood as well as he ran his hands up your thighs until he settled on your hips.

‘So soft, I'm gunna love holding you,’ he growled lowly, his desire for you making it harder to keep your own hands at bay as he rocked his hips forward just once. ‘You looked so good that day by the river, I wanted to push you in, tear that suit off…’

‘Johnson,’ you moaned, unable to keep yourself from imagining it, knowing full well that you hadn't been able to help yourself after seeing him sweating in the sun in just an undershirt, his jacket and button up left in the car.

‘So many nights I pictured myself between these thighs, wanted to know how it felt when you held me in place, I'm so glad you said yes to that drink.’ He was confessing everything to you now that he could, more talkative than you'd ever seen him so you knew just how much he felt for you, the sound of his rarely used voice only making you want to hear more. ‘Lay back, I can't wait any longer…’

You shifted down with his help, his mouth finding your thighs as promised as he tugged at the waistband of your underwear, his hands everywhere the moment he freed you of them as well. You made sure to give him space, spreading wide the further he traveled until you were squeezing on instinct, the pleasure of his mouth on you making you gasp and clutch his head.

He didn't complain, only groaning against you as he wordlessly urged you to do more, want more from him, and you rolled your hips as he pressed light bruises into your skin. He worshiped you until he was satisfied, his eyes dark as he forced himself to stop before you came, because there was more he wanted, and you wanted it as well as you gently took him by the chin and guided him back to your mouth.

‘I'm not letting you go home tonight,’ he whispered as you undid his belt, his need to be with you now very apparent as he rocked against your waist. ‘I wanna fuck you slow, love.’

‘Please…’ You'd never wanted anything more in your life, your mouth going dry as he took himself out and started to stroke. It looked like it pained him to have to part with you now that he had you on his bed, but it was a necessity as he got up and went to the nightstand next to the other bed instead of to his own. He pulled open the drawer, quickly shifting around until he found what he was looking for, and when he kneeled down next to you, his pants now on the floor, you swallowed hard when you saw that it was a nearly empty bottle of lube.

‘How did-?’

‘Why d’you think there's only two beds?’ was all he had to say, your face going beet red as you then understood why the other two were so okay with you stealing their room for the night. Your thoughts about it were quickly pushed away when he then laid down next to you instead of straddling you again, the lube popped open and his eyes only on you as you turned to him in confusion. ‘Take them off for me,’ he didn't ask, his head nodding towards his boxers as he palmed himself, and you fit perfectly between his legs as you returned the favour. He was stroking himself again the moment the fabric left his hips, the lube already spreading over his length and making him let out the odd groan just at seeing you before him. ‘I want you to ride me, love.’

‘But… won't I be too heavy?’ There was that nervousness again, you didn't want to ruin this for him even though he was a grown man and could certainly handle you, and he made that very apparent as he reached forward, cupped your ass with a bite of his lip, and pulled you forward until you were completely seated in his lap.

‘I've wanted to see you like this for months, you gunna let a little thing like that get in the way of this?’ He didn't say it to be pushy in the face of his own needs, or to get you to continue even if you were uncomfortable, his words instead making you see that when he said he wanted you he truly meant all of you; while you were out there comparing yourself to the people in his life, he was only thinking of and looking at you, and suddenly you didn't feel so self-conscious as you gazed down at the man who wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

‘No,’ you said honestly, and he kissed you again as he started to finger you open for him. You grinded down on him, let him touch you without reserve as you did the same, your hands becoming acquainted with his strong arms, stronger chest, and the bit of softness around his own belly from all the drinking and diner foods. He arched against you until you could feel the muscle underneath, he could probably pick you up easily he was more than likely trying to get across, and you almost wished you had the courage to ask him to fuck you against the wall.

Maybe next time.

You whined at the loss when he was satisfied once again, although you didn't have to wait this time as he lined himself up to you, his silent plea for you to move showing in his eyes as you slowly sank down until you were seated on him again. You shivered as you adjusted to him, Johnson losing composure for just a moment as he brought you to his chest, his mouth sucking marks into your skin as his hands trailed southward over you until he found a comfortable place on your hips.

He didn't ask you to move, just waited patiently for your strength to return, and you didn't want to keep him waiting any longer as you started to ride him. It was good, damn better than you'd dared to imagine on the nights where you were lonely and fantasized about what this could be like, none of them comparing as he helped you along when your legs already started to get tired.

‘Don't stop,’ you pleaded with him, and he gladly took over for you as you let out a broken moan and braced yourself against his chest. You both panted into each other's shoulders, desperate to be close after so long of being silent about it, the pictures on his section of wall once again catching you off guard as you realized you could see them pretty clearly from his bed. Just as you'd been thinking of him, you bit back a surprisingly lewd moan when you imagined him doing the same, staring up at you from afar as he got off-

‘Every time you'd go I'd come back here,’ he murmured against your skin, his eyes also on the wall as he got you to roll your hips along with him. ‘I'd put up a new picture, and I'd think about all the things I wanted to say and do to you when you were looking at everyone else.’

‘I was afraid, you're too good for me,’ you finally admitted, the stimulations from the slowness of your movements starting to make you keen.

‘Now I'm gunna be good to you.’ He got you to sit back so you were on full display for him, a bit of energy coming back to you as you ran your hand down your chest to your stomach before touching yourself. He loved the sight of you feeling so good, the way you clenched around him making him thrust up a little harder each time you sank down on him again, and when he went from mouthing the words to finally saying them you couldn't hold it in; you rode him in earnest, Johnson fucking you through that final stretch until you came, and even as he followed after you and you collapsed against his chest he didn't stop, his arms tight around you as he kissed you despite the need for air.

‘I love you,’ he repeated even though he’d said it so many times, but you could gladly hear it a hundred times more as you said them back to him. ‘Just a little more, don't want this to end,’ he breathed, and you let him go until he was satisfied for the third time, although this time you undeniably were too, if you did say so yourself.

‘I don't either.’ You laid your cheek against his chest, your thighs shaking from the effort as you let them rest, his hand rubbing up and down your back as your heart rate went back to normal. ‘...Why didn't you ever say anything? I mean, I did think you were joking at first when you asked me for that drink, but even when we kept hanging out you never told me.’

‘I thought me bringing you on all those dates was tell enough,’ he figured, and you had to admit that they were pretty date-y locations most of the time, since they were all personal to him and the others never tagged along, but you hadn't wanted to hope this tall, very handsome stranger was choosing you. ‘Matty did say I should suck it up and spit it out, his words,’ he chuckled, and you laughed as you tried to get off of him. ‘Where d’you think you're going? Already told you I'm not letting you go tonight.’

Your face flushed deep, you had thought that had been only his way of talking dirty to you in the moment, but you were starting to catch on that Johnson was just very open about what he wanted, there was no second guessing here. ‘I don't really like the idea of sleeping next to where your friends constantly have sex, especially not if I’m seeing them tomorrow morning,’ you confessed quietly, your eyes avoiding the bed like they were already there, and he chuckled deep from his chest as he kissed you quickly and helped you sit up.

‘Then we'll go out, don't gotta hit the river til next month.’ You felt empty again as you parted, but his hands leading you to the bathroom to clean you up after your sudden but very much enjoyed activities helped you feel a little better. The shower was quick, Johnson washing you carefully and whispering everything he loved about you as he worked, washing away every insecurity that’d plagued you all your life. When you were done you almost ended up pressed into the tiled wall, like he really couldn’t keep his hands off of you now that he had you, you were his.

While getting redressed, you didn’t have much of a choice but to wear the same clothes from the floor, so you sat down and pulled your shirt back over your head as he pulled out a fresh shirt from his drawer. It was mesmerizing watching him dress just as much as it was to undress, every curve of his body drawing you in more than any Pinup ever could; you couldn’t believe that he was all yours, since when were you ever that lucky? You couldn’t be sure, but you were very certain that the sight of him looking down at you while he did up his pants and tucked in his undershirt was pretty equal to winning the lottery.

‘Where do you want to go? If they’ve got the car for their own reasons, you can’t really take me for a ride tonight,’ you wondered as you stood, Johnson leaving his shirt unbuttoned as he sauntered over to you and pulled you close.

‘We could always take your car,’ he suggested with a small grin, the idea sounding wonderful as he grabbed his pack of smokes from his dresser and lit one up, ‘could grab a drink or two, go to your house this time.’

He tasted like nicotine as you went in for another kiss, the hand on your waist giving you a gentle squeeze as you pulled away and blew his stolen smoke out of the corner of your mouth. ‘That sounds like a perfect date.’

#Ray's Readers #Ray's Requests #david dastmalchian #johnson reprisal #johnson x reader #of course Matty and Ethan are still here. you really think I can write Johnson without them somewhere? impossible!#got so personal with this one and made myself not only blush but a bit emotional #I need a Johnson in my life time to move down south goodbye canada #I forgot to change the title when i copypasted everything OTL

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samynnad102687 · 1 year ago

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Marauderstober

Oct. 30th - Dorlene - Apple Picking

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Dorcas was sitting on her couch watching a movie and going out of her mind, staying in the house. She wanted to do something today before it got too cold to be outside but she didn’t know what they could do. Marlene was already bouncing off of the walls so Dorcas figured that it should be something that could get her energy out before they settled down for the evening.

“Marls?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you want to do tonight? Something outside preferably,” Dorcas asked as she looked at her girlfriend to make sure that she was listening.

“Wanna go to the corn maze again? That was fun.”

“You only think it was fun because you were scaring the little kids who were coming around the corner.”

“That was Barty. I was just laughing at how the kids reacted,” Marlene tried to defend herself and Dorcas stared at her and waited. “Okay, geez, I was scaring them.”

“I know, so no to the corn maze. How about something more calming but that can still get rid of this excess energy that you have today?”

“I’m guessing the haunted house is out too.” Dorcas nodded. “Fine, how about going to the apple orchard?” Marlene suggested after she thought about it for a few minutes.

“You want to go apple picking?” Dorcas asked slowly.

“Yeah, then we can make an apple pie or cider when we get back home,” Marlene said hopefully as if she has wanted to do this since she was a little girl.

“I suppose we could do that,” Dorcas replied after thinking about it for a few moments.

Dorcas and Marlene finished their movie before getting ready to head out to the apple orchard. Dorcas drove while Marlene picked the music for the twenty-minute drive. Dorcas was glad that it was a calm evening as far as the wind was concerned and that helped keep the temperature cool. They stopped by the ticket booth and paid before the worker gave them a couple of baskets and a rundown of the dos and don’ts of picking the apples.

Dorcas walked calmly into the orchard while Marlene took off running towards the trees. It took Marlene five minutes before she realised that Dorcas wasn’t right behind her and ran back to her.

“I thought you were right behind me,” Marlene said as she made it back to Dorcas.

“I was, but I wasn’t going to run. I’m not the one full of energy,” Dorcas shrugged.

They got to the edge of the tree line and decided to work from the far end and come back around to the front. Dorcas was standing under the tree with the basket while Marlene climbed the tree even though they weren’t supposed to. They managed to fill two baskets each by the time they made it back to the front of the orchard. Dorcas didn’t think they needed all of the apples they got but they would figure out different ways to cook them or just hand them out to their friends.

“I wanna go again,” Marlene declared as they got closer to the front.

“If you go get another basket then you can get some more. What do you want to do with all of these apples once we get them home?” Dorcas asked curiously.

“I don’t know. We could make some apple pie or cider or give them out or just throw them at Sirius when he pisses me off,” Marlene said with a shrug.

Marlene got another basket and they picked even more apples. By the end of their little apple picking adventure, Marlene and Dorcas had close to sixty apples. It looked like they were going to do a lot of baking and it was a good thing that it was the perfect season for apple flavoured baked goods. They went back home after stopping off at the shops and picking up the remaining ingredients for apple pie and apple cider.

Dorcas made the crust for the pie while Marlene washed and cut up the apples. Once the pie was assembled and in the oven, Dorcas had Marlene quarter and core some more apples to put into the apple cider. Marlene wanted to watch a Halloween movie while they waited but they couldn’t agree so it was decided by Rock, Paper, Scissors. Marlene wanted to watch Hocus Pocus and Dorcas wanted to watch Practical Magic.

“One, two, three,” They said at the same time with Marlene throwing rock and Dorcas throwing scissors.

“Hocus Pocus it is,” Marlene said with a laugh.

“I like both so it didn’t matter to me,” Dorcas smirked and Marlene looked offended.

“Then why didn’t you just agree with me in the first place.”

“Because I wanted to be difficult,” Dorcas laughed lightly as Marlene glared at her and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Fine,” Marlene pouted while Dorcas put on the movie.

They watched Hocus Pocus and only got up to take the pie out of the oven to cool. After the movie was finished and the pie was cooled, Dorcas got the ice cream out to have Apple Pie a la mode. They should have waited until after dinner but who was going to yell at them for having dessert first.

Marlene and Dorcas finished the apple cider and put on Practical Magic while they ordered takeaway. They were planning on having a nice relaxing evening inside before giving some of their spoils from the orchard to their friends. There was no way that they would be able to finish all of the apples before they went bad even if they spent the entire day baking apple related baked goods.

“Did you have fun today?” Marlene asked as she laid her head in Dorcas’ lap.

“Yeah. We got way too many apples but I had a good time. How about you?”

“Of course, I love climbing trees to get shit down. It was more fun than using the ladder like they suggested,” Marlene said with a laugh.

“That’s good. Maybe we can do it again next year.”

“And the year after that and the year after that and the year after that,” Marlene beamed happily and Dorcas just shook her head.

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changeling6 · 7 months ago

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Forgiveness

Oh so you only forgive when it comes to the priests

Who touch and abuse children, praying at their feet

Oh so you only forgive yourself for people you've beat

With words and fists, they're simply just bags of meat

Oh so it's a mistake but you never say sorry

Go and invite yourself to your pathetic pity party

Woe is you who must release your anger on the young

Then when they talk back, you cut out their tongues

But you won't forgive the children that steal

Even if it's bread or their very last meal

You won't forgive the children with keys around their necks

Who join bands of sisters and brothers

That would hurt them like fathers and mothers

You spit on their graves and chant "off with their heads"

There's no such thing as forgiveness

When people are enslaved and you stand witness

Watching, stalking, nothing in your body

They're objects on a screen and they don't have heartbeats

Screaming they deserve it, my it's alarming

Even the innocent, they are left starving

But you don't seek forgiveness for them

When it's your only ticket to heaven

Oh so you forgive the people enslaving children in their precious mines

When they're in body bags, to feed the greed of another guy

People wasting away in the Sudanese sun

You just sit on your couch with your scisssors and cut

Off your worries, saying "father, forgive me"

While you sit and count all of the money

Of people who hoard wealth, they work so hard

Off the backs of people when you carve out their heart

But you won't forgive Palestine, just the radical Zionist pride

Or the Democratic Republic of the Congo, existing today on borrowed time

No you only forgive family members who rape innocents

You only forgive when you're paid just a cent

Pull yourself up by your bootstraps, tell me how effective that is

I'll watch you suffer when you break your back from your views of the homeless

There's no such thing as forgiveness

When people are enslaved and you stand witness

Watching, stalking, nothing in your body

They're objects on a screen and they don't have heartbeats

Screaming they deserve it, my, it's alarming

Even the innocent, they are left starving

But you don't seek forgiveness for them

When it's the only ticket to heaven

Look over back at Hawai'i

Tourist traps and natives starving

Build another hotel, take all the money

Destroy the earth and bathe in it's blood please

Look at Vietnam

They can never move on

From Agent Orange in their homes

To destroy foliage to kill more souls

Life isn't as simple as

Forgiving monsters who overcast

The victims that all suffer alone

While you gleefully destroy their homes

There's no such thing as forgiveness

When people are enslaved and you stand witness

Watching, stalking, nothing in your body

They're objects on a screen and they don't have heartbeats

Screaming they deserve it, my, it's alarming

Even the innocent, they are left starving

But you don't seek forgiveness for them

When it's the only ticket to heaven

Trap yourself in a confession booth

Let your god listen to what you do

What you let some people get away with

When the thirteenth amendment has an exception

No wonder I left it all behind

Whatever god I believed in at the time

He would've struck you down from your little throne

Those who are sinless cast the first stone

#music #music blog #autistic musician #musician #abuse survivor #prison reform #abolish private prisons #free palestine #free congo #free sudan #free hawai'i #land back #religious trauma #house the homeless #exvangelical #the spiraling state fair

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poisonpeche · 2 years ago

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Paranormal Activity | Levi Ackerman x You

Summary: You visit Levi’s place of work for the first time & shit gets spooky & a lil’ slutty. 👻

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW, Fucking in a Haunted House because why the fuck not, Breath Play, Gagging, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Copious Amounts of Fluff, Two Idiots in Love. Wishing it was Halloween already 🎃🎃🎃

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One glow stick cracks under your trembling palm.

That’s all you and your friends get to lead your way through the twist of halls drenched in shadow, looming beneath the fluttering entrance of tattered black fabric strips in the wind.

Levi somehow convinced you to visit him at work.

The cashier at your local haunt’s ticketing booth fit him so perfectly it almost made you laugh the first time he told you. Of course that’s where he works.

You still have a hard time seeing what he saw in you all those weeks ago.

Insatiably inked from head to toe like he couldn’t get enough. A trait you would later find out he shared with nearly all things as he licked your pussy for hours into the night. His tattoos gliding over his collarbones, over his strong neck, to the back of his ears resting underneath either side of his jaw. A permanent collar.

Levi was…intense. Even then.

Well, running into someone and sending their coffee-or was it tea?-flying, would throw anyone into a panic. But he just stoically stood over you in a scramble, stammering over your words, and he was fucking smirking of all things. Your floral dress flounced about your ankles, peering up at him through your curled lashes with innocent doe eyes.

He was fucking smitten from the start.

And he always likes to see you squirm.

Just like now.

Somehow you didn’t find him in the box at the front of the lot…Maybe you caught him at a bad time? Was he on break?

Totally normal to visit your boyfriend under any other circumstances, but Levi has been far from conventional ever since you first met him, working the front end for one of the best haunted houses in the state. It tops nearly every list and has a cult following for fuck’s sake. The thousands of people lined up just to get a good scare is something else, and you’re about to be-

“Next!”

And here you are, shaking in the cold as your knees knock together under your pure white skater skirt that flutters over the curve of your thighs in the fall breeze. A voice rips you from your anxious haze yet again.

“Remember, stay together. There’s no signs in there, so the goal is to find your way out using the glow stick. As long as it takes,” the host looks up from her stand with a wicked smirk cast your way, “And don’t touch the actors.”

Easy enough.

That was until your friends pushed you in first as they cowered behind you.

One has their hand twisted so far into your shirt that the collar threatens to cut off your air. Shit, I guess you’re really doing this. You step across the threshold holding your breath.

You expected it to be loud in here. Aren’t haunted houses supposed to be loud?

Only the hesitant shuffle of your new black leather Docs that Levi got you can be heard against the unseen path before you. Your friends are already sniveling and whimpering close to your back.

The dark is so thick it feels like it presses into your open eyes unable to adjust to the oppressive lack of light.

“Will you please take your hand off my neck? You’re choking me!” You throw over your shoulder to your friend that’s already in shambles.

“Shit, fine. M’sorry…” The hand retreats from your back and glides into your free hand while the other holds the useless orange glow stick above you barely shedding any light in front of you.

“I can’t see a damn thing with this,” you speak into the air thick with a rolling fog.

In response, the hand in yours shifts, fingers lacing through yours in a tighter hold.

“Don’t tell me you’re that fucking scared you’re holding my hand right now…You’re ridiculous,” you attempt to cast over your shoulder with a roll of your eyes. The faint light of the glow stick illuminating your friend’s face of utter shock as they quietly mouth “what are you talking about?” Panic breaks over their features and pummels through your body.

The deft fingers immediately slip from your hold as if they were never there. Just smoke slipping through your hands and you nearly vault into the air. The shockwave of your reaction ripples through your line of friends that nearly run in all directions as they let out their first screams into the night.

A breathy, disembodied laugh escapes into the air as if they were a prize to be won.

“Fuck! What was that?!” Another friend cries out in desperation while the darkness begins to swallow you all whole.

“Me?” Is breathed onto your neck so sinister and alluring that you can feel the heat of their tongue nearly inches away.

You whip your head around in the direction of that voice again, frantically searching to find nothing. The orange glow of your sole light source is just mocking you alongside the voice now.

Your friends lurch forward in a panic, knocking the light out of your hands that goes flying only to cast the shadow of something on all fours slinking away like a creature in the night.

Unable to fight their impulses, they bolt on instinct, picking up the stick, nearly dropping it again, and taking off in front of you as you scramble to catch up around the next corner.

As the dull glow disappears around the wall, you’re left panting in the dark.

Reaching out in front of you helplessly in the shadows.

Not a soul behind you.

The air is so thick with torment and there’s nothing you can do but grope the empty space in front of you in distress.

Your breaths begin to pick up. You thought you could handle this before.

But alone like this in deafening silence? It’s fucking torture.

The tense atmosphere shifts alongside you, a presence detected, and that heat on your neck again, words dripping down your spine-

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this? Hm? Aren’t you scared, sweetheart?”

“Levi!” You’d know that dark voice anywhere.

“He’s not here, but I can be,” the voice purrs in your ear with a grin.

You reach a hand back to run your hand through the dark hair behind you, and a hand snatches your wrist mid air pinning it to the small of your back. Your fingers flex outstretched chasing the smoke before it speaks again.

“I can help you…if you want. But…you’ll have to help me too,” the muffled voice is far too innocent, sending a shiver through you.

“Oh fuck off and get me out of here,” you sneer and you can feel lips curl back against your neck in a dark grin at your attitude. Teeth grazing over your pulse point, thrumming at a dangerous pace under their heavy gaze.

“That’s not how good girls speak, now is it?” The specter punctuates by licking a long stripe up the side of your exposed throat and you whine against the hold. The grip releases you back into the darkness.

Alone again.

Your boots scuffing the floor in an attempt to ground you in the twisting black.

No sight of a glow or your friends. Maybe they really did get swallowed whole.

An uncomfortable silence scratches at your ears.

Or…was that nails dragging down the metal hallway, endlessly echoing all around you, entrapping you in the sound?

“White, hm?” Sinks into your ear, replacing the cacophony with horrifying clarity.

“Yeah…and?”

A demonically low snicker fills the space between wet lips and your jaw.

“You would wear a white mini dress in a fucking haunted house.”

You have the audacity to scoff in the face of the faceless danger.

“But with the boots too? Shit, don’t tell me you wore them for me.” Lips are licked in a ravenous snarl. “Maybe I’ll let it slide…this time.”

A blaring noise rips through all around you like a truck slamming on its breaks. A bright red flash of light illuminates the silhouette now in front of you. Smiling so devilishly wide with a glint in silver slits for eyes. You find a scream threatening to burst forth from your chest at the sudden shock in contrast to the near pin drop silence from before. But it doesn’t come out. Not yet.

The lights begin to strobe so quickly that you only see him in fractions.

Frame by frame he moves so slow to you.

Dark synth chords are triggered alongside the lights above you, wrapping you in a sensory overload.

Before you can make sense of it all, those lithe fingers graze at the ends of your skirt to the back of your thighs, meeting the crease of your ass, and taking a handful of you as the fabric drapes over his wrists.

You’re panting into his exposed collarbone for dear life and he moves his lips next to your ear, nipping.

“Are you scared?”

“It’s gonna—hah—take more…than that to scare me.”

“Is that so?”

He lifts you with ease, pushing you up the wall as your boots clack against each other. You wrap against him so tightly that he feels your every shiver. Not scared huh…

As you grind down into him he dares to push you back further and a trap door opens behind you. The flimsy wooden door swings on its hinges as he steps in and it loudly slams shut.

You’re in a trick room no bigger than 4 feet across with a small shelf built into the side. He rests you there with your feet dangling off as your heels lock against his waist and pull him in close.

“You little liar,” you growl through your teeth, “A cashier?? You really are a menace, aren’t you?”

“Mmm I’ll be whatever you want me to be, if you still want my help.”

“Oh, I’m indebted to you now? Got it.”

“Hey, your friends ditched you. You should’ve seen the look on their faces. It’s either me getting you out of here or you’ll be alone again.”

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about me?”

“You were hyperventilating.”

“I wasn’t-you don’t-I was just catching my breath.”

Another buzzer tears through the maze sending a bright flash of light over you both, catching each of Levi’s piercings. The bridge between his eyes…a septum hanging over his parted mouth. Two snake bites buried into the plush of his lower lip as his tongue piercing pokes out just underneath his smirk. He reacts to your eyes opening wide as you throw yourself deeper against him, shaking.

“Who’s the liar now?” He pries you back from the safety of his hold as he stands deep in between your spread thighs, pressing against the thin, straining fabric of your panties. They’re stretched so impossibly thin that your lips can barely stay inside the dripping lace, swimming in a floral pattern that casts a spell over Levi.

“Been thinkin’ about you all night. Hoping you’d come in.”

You feign a prissy scoff; face upturned. It’s apart of the game after all.

“Don’t believe me? I couldn’t wait to make you scream.”

“You’ve gotten a good jump out of me at best.”

“I’ll make you scream tonight. Promise.”

At that, he’s running a finger through your folds over your panties that are about as useless as that damn glow stick.

And fuck, you moan long and loud into his ear.

“Close, but not where I want you, sweetheart.”

He hooks his hands underneath your knees sliding you closer to his cock hardening beneath you. Your hands fly back from his neck to the small platform to support yourself. You arch back into him with a guttural sigh that shakes through your teeth.

“Not good enough, baby,” he exhales in disappointment and feathers a kiss against your knee. His hand slides down from your side, over your thighs, lifting your knees over his shoulders and he kisses the leather wrapped around your ankle in a grin.

“I know you can do better than that.”

You feverishly shake your head and his soft touches turn to scratches down your thighs, leaving red marks in their wake.

He slides over those pathetic panties, gripping your hips and pulling down sharply to expose your cunt to the stale air of the cramped room.

Watching in awe of you, Levi nearly faints as a string of your arousal breaks in front of his eyes. He wraps your ruined panties around his wrist for safekeeping.

“Fuuuuuck, you really are a liar. Say you don’t want my help, but how the fuck were you gonna get out of this one?”

You move your hand down to touch yourself and he snatches your wrist again just as you dip in a fingertip.

“You really are a brat, huh? Trying to play it off with all these cute little skirts and shit, but I know what you are. I’ve heard you before. I’ll hear you again,” he sneers with a flick of your hem.

“Isn’t that right?”

You drag his hand up your chest in his grip and put your glistening finger in your mouth, tasting yourself so shamelessly that he has to bite back a groan.

His eyes widen at the sight of you. His black makeup smudged over the hood of his eyes and the bridge of his nose like a blindfold. The whites of his eyes now narrowing as he drinks you in are a stark contrast against the pitch black.

He pulls your hand from your mouth to take it deep in his own, moaning around you.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be such a brat, if you weren’t so damn easy,” you snap.

His eyes pulled shut in ecstasy from your taste fling open with a fire.

“Isn’t that right?” You mock, throwing his own words back at him.

He pulls your hips down so fast and flush to his as your back hits the platform underneath you. A gasp rings out with his name on your lips and it’s music to Levi. He grins as you cave so easily. Your knees draped so cavalier around his shoulders and neck like that damn skirt that got you into this mess in the first place.

“Bold of you to think you’re not the easy one here…When all you can do is pant my fucking name like that.”

You go to slide your skirt off, but again, he’s catching your every movement in his iron grip with reflexes too fast to release from.

“No, no, no, your skirt and boots stay on, sweetheart. But if you’re really that desperate, take your tits out for me,” he chastises with a click of his tongue that curls around his lips. That fucking tongue piercing matching the glint in his silver stare.

Your eyes nearly roll out of your head.

“Whatever will get you to shut that smart mouth of yours.”

“Your loss. You won’t get to see what else it can do.”

Before you can protest, he’s hastily pulling down your shirt, so the elastic collar stretches underneath your breasts, pushing them up your chest in your sheer lace bralette and clinging on for dear life. Your nipples straining through the fabric make a mockery of him and he latches onto one as you keen into his touch.

The smooth metal of his tongue piercing sliding over you and pinching you unexpectedly as he swirls around you and pulls you into his mouth. It has you in his trance. Right where he wants you.

He releases you wet and hungry with his lips parted in a pant of his own as he says your name barely above a whisper.

“Who’s panting my name now?” You spar and he accepts with a bite on your chest. Teeth marks shining against another strobe set off overhead and he smiles against your flared skin as he catches your eye in irreverence.

“Alright, that’s it. You’ve had enough,” you rasp on your exhale, swiftly sliding your panties off his wrist and stuffing them into his protesting mouth. You stretch a strap around the back of his neck and pop the elastic into place against his skin and Levi cries out thick and heavy as his own spit begins to spill over his bottom lip.

“Can’t even fuck me yet and you’re already a damn mess, huh Levi?”

He growls into the gag and nuzzles against your leather clad ankle. Hair hangs in front of his pleading eyes raking down your body as his chest heaves.

“My pretty…messy boy…Levi,” you breathe out as you pull down on his bottom lip with your thumb. His snakebite rapping lightly against his teeth and he just stares through you in awe.

“What are you waiting for, pretty? Fuck me.”

He’s bent over you so fast it steals the air out of your lungs with your legs pressed against your chest nearly pushing your breasts to your chin.

He caresses against your jaw so lovingly through the gag that it nearly breaks your heart to have to muzzle him like this. But fuck, if he doesn’t deserve it. He’ll learn.

He breaks the silence to pop open his buttons and slide his pants down around his thighs that have your favorite tattoos carved into them. Floral patterns that twist over his taut muscle and the solid bone of his knees. If he thought you were up to something with your skirts, then what the hell is he doing with these romantic ass flower petals and vines ghosting over his pale thighs? This man’s a hypocrite. Your hypocrite.

The thought etches a smile onto your face and Levi drags his fingertips all the way down from your laces, your calf, the back of your thighs. He lightly runs a finger through your pussy and how the fuck did you manage to get so wet that you’re dripping now? He nearly whimpers at the slick as you sigh in return.

Running his spare hand up your sternum he lightly envelops your neck in a soft hold. Just to feel, not to grip. He grounds himself there, feeling your heartbeat pulse against his touch in time with the synth of the dark hall. He looks up at you one last time for your mark and as you nod your chin slightly, he pushes into you to the base with a cough and choke against the lace wrapped around his tongue.

You let out a gasp and one of your hands flies up against the wall behind you. Fingers splayed out reaching for something, anything to hold onto while he fucks into you so deep your toes curl in your leather boots still wrapped around his head.

Spine arched you begin to squeeze him inside of you and his eyes threaten to roll back while his lids close in disbelief. He hangs his head heavy against the boots he bought you, releasing a harsh breath out his nose as you wrap him so deep in your pussy.

Your gift to him.

“Move, beautiful,” you praise him and he could die buried in you.

He rolls his hips forward, picking up a steady pace, and you feel the hard lines of his stomach through his shirt, working against your soft open thighs.

But it’s not enough and you want him to flex against your fingertips. You reach as far as you can around yourself to the ridge between his hip and navel. How can he be so plush and powerful at the same damn time? It floors you and you can’t help but fuck him back. Using the wall as leverage you grind down into him in a fever that causes him to throw his head back with a cry. You push him impossibly deep and he finds himself so moved by you as you work.

Your clear skin contrasting against the ink etched up each arm. You’re so sweet. Delicate and fierce. Too good for h-

“You’re so good for me, Levi.”

Oh fuck, here you go. He can’t take it.

“Fucking me like that. Just how I want. Always how I want, don’t you? My pretty boy?”

Fuck. You really do have him wrapped around your finger. He couldn’t care less, if it’s you and only you.

You reach up from his contracting muscles on his sides and thumb his cheek right under his eye, smearing some of his makeup. He leans into your touch with a strangled sound against your wet panties.

“There something you wanna tell me, baby?” You ask so innocently and Levi is seconds away from falling to pieces as you cup his jaw.

He nods against your ankle with his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, heaving through the gag.

“Why don’t you show me instead, pretty? Think you can do that?”

His brow furrows, pinched up and spellbound as he takes both hands and wraps them around your ankles. He pushes them further into the pounding pulse of his neck.

“I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of you,” and you squeeze his throat at his silent request with the eyelets of your laced boots leaving purple marks trailing up the sides of his neck.

Levi’s vision blurs. Black spots fizzle against his eyelids and he chokes out a sob never breaking away from your heated gaze.

The way you look at him now…so openly adoring him as he falls apart in your grip…God, he loves you. He’d tell you right now, if you’d just let him.

He’ll let his body speak for now as tears gather in his lash line, threatening to spill over. You gently nudge the back of his head with the toe of your boot and the tears begin to flow over, dripping down past your knees. They slide further down your trembling thighs, kissing your cunt below.

They cut and carve perfect lines through his eye makeup, black grime streaming down his full, flushed cheeks and you could cum from the sight of him just as he is now.

“Are those for me, beautiful?”

Your thumb on his cheek gathers them there and hurries down to your parted mouth. The sweet brine of him pushing you closer.

“You taste so good, Levi…Fuck, I’ll never get over it,” you slur around your fingers with a smile.

The things you say sometimes, fuck, he’s never heard them before in his entire life. Makes his chest swell and his heart beat in stuttered skips. Fuck, he’ll be good for you. So good. Whatever you want.

He begins to muffle through the gag, incoherently saying something out of hurried desperation.

“You’re being so good for me, baby. Tell me. Here-“

You pull the strap from around his neck and the destroyed lace from his mouth, and he’s barely stringing together a sentence with his eyes half lidded, panting. Fucked dumb by the lack of air in his lungs. Ruined.

He’s helplessly drooling as he fights himself.

“Mmfucking p-promised. Mm—haah—mfuckin promisssed I’d-that I’d m-make you scream,” and he fucking smiles against your shaking hand as he moves to flip you over on your front, chest heaving against the platform as your ankles dangle around his waist in his grip. He leaves a matching set of marks from his nails on your thighs like the ones you left now adorning his neck in lilac blooms.

Your ass spread wide and thumping off his hips at a breakneck pace.

“God, your fucking ass.”

He slaps your cheek sending vibrations straight to your pussy.

That fucking white skirt fluttering with every thrust into your skin.

You couldn’t hide your euphoria even if you tried and he knows it. He has you now.

Your voice climbs in rapture as he slams into you, causing that spot inside to swell thickly against his relentless cock. Through deep pulls of breath and cries hissing through your teeth. He knows you’re close.

And he has to hold you now through this or he’ll never forgive himself.

He drapes over your back, planting open-mouthed kisses up your spine and to your nape where you offer him your throat so freely he sees stars.

Laying each of his fingers one-by-one until your throat is encased and head pushed backward to meet his.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear as his teeth drag over your earlobe.

He tilts your head up, so you’re inches away lost in him as your jaw hangs open.

“I’m-“

“I know baby, let me hear you. It’s your turn to tell me.”

You turn to meet his eyes and he gazes into you so deeply he might just steal your soul then and there.

Levi laces his fingers over your hands clawing at the surface below. He’s determined to send you flying over the edge at his mercy as he fucks into you without abandon.

The fog of his unbridled intimacy rolls across your vision and you clench down around him as you plead, “Pleaseeeeahhh-just-j-just kiss m-me, please, fuck, Levi, fuuckkk me…keep fucking me—hah!”

He seals your begging with a kiss and you scream into his open mouth while he fucks into you with a force that you can’t keep up with.

Nipples raking against the surface of the platform, rattling the walls of the makeshift maze. You cum so hard your contractions clamp down around him as your knees squeeze around his waist possessively. You’re thrashing in his hold as you fill his mouth with a wail that etches into his memory. His prize.

He can’t do this, watching you constricted in his hold, the fucked out look in your eyes-

“Let me cum. P-please let me. I’m gonna—fuck—help me, baby please!”

“Now. And don’t make me wait.”

He presses his forehead so deeply into your neck and bites against your nape, smearing his tears against you.

He cums so forcefully that he pushes you up the platform as his muscles tense and tighten in pulsing waves around you.

His face still buried in your neck as the heat of his mouth dampens your hairline from a groan deep within his chest.

He begins to twitch and flinch at every movement you make, coming down from chasing your shared high.

You reach up to pet him there and he melts, nuzzling into you. The cold steel of his piercings meeting your flushed skin still hot to the touch.

The affection causes him to twitch inside you and a small gasp leaves your lips.

As he pulls out a sigh escapes him like he never wanted to leave.

He can’t bring himself to let go of you.

Running his hands along your back, your hips…

He’s so sweet in the afterglow. Tame.

Your shared breathing begins to slow and you wish you could just stay like this.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers with a kiss to your temple. Is he a damn mind reader too?

“After I get off. Stay with me. I’ll come get you.”

“My Levi, the softie, hm?”

“For you, always,” he breathes through a grin.

“Levi…”

“Hm?”

“How the fuck am I gonna get out of this place?”

A low chuckle fans over your hair and you can’t help but feed off of his energy, laughing at the sobering clarity of the position you’ve found yourselves in. He pulls you up so gently in his arms.

He can’t bring himself to rush anything with you, embracing you against him for just a moment more.

“I’ll show you this time…like I wanted to. Maybe I’ll get another scream out of you too,” he smirks at you before opening the trap door into the darkness.

***

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Part 1

Showroom

There were still 15 minutes until this luxury goods show began.

In the banquet room, the wandering guests’ accessories glittered under the dazzling lights, like an egregiously colourful maze.

MC: (I heard that this luxury goods show has always been a trendsetter, and its tickets are always hard to grab.)

MC: (The law firm’s clients gave me an entry ticket out of good intentions, but… it really is wasted on me…)

I mindlessly walked in the throng. All the bursts of conversation that I kept hearing sounded completely alien to me.

But I couldn’t be bothered to try to understand what they were saying – instead, I was trying to call Luke again…

MC: … He’s still not picking up.

I sighed quietly, inadvertently recalling what he had said before leaving.

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[Flashback]

Luke’s House

MC: Huh? You mean, you want me to live right at your place?

Luke nodded and looked around the room.

Luke: Yeah, the daily necessities should all be here already, and I’ve already washed, dried, and replaced the sheets and blanket covers.

Luke: Just let me know later if there’s anything else you need.

Luke: Oh, right – I’ve made copies of the backup keys. Just remember to leave one at the law firm, so you can get in if you forget your keys.

He left no room for discussion as he talked about his abnormally thorough preparations, leaving me with a bad premonition.

MC: Why so suddenly?

MC: Plus, if I forget my keys… wouldn’t you be around to open the door for me?

Luke: …

Luke’s gaze shifted away for a bit, then focused back on me apologetically.

Luke: Sorry, I have to leave for a while on a special mission.

Luke: I’ve registered my address with the higher departments already, and the security measures here are pretty thorough, so I’ll feel more at ease if you live here…

Luke: So… just endure it for a bit, please?

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Up until he left, Luke seemed to think that the only thing I had to endure was the inconvenience of a sudden change in living conditions.

That wasn’t actually the case, though.

MC: … Sure enough, he’s not picking up.

MC: I wonder if his mission is going well, and when he’ll be back…

I couldn’t help but sigh.

These worries that left me at such a loss just kept intensifying these days.

MC: …

I looked towards the table, where the package from a few days ago was sitting.

MC: Who sent this package…? Why would they send it to Luke…

MC: Luke… should be fine, right…

The unopened box occupied just under half the table.

Written imposingly in black marker on its side was: “Deceased person’s items”.

[Flashback end]

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After several indications that no one was going to pick up, I put my phone away, preparing to look for a place to sit.

Right then, a stranger called out to me from behind.

???: Apologies, miss. I just happened to see you looking at quite a loss as you circled around earlier…

???: If you don’t mind, how about sitting at our place?

???: We are sitting at VIP seats right beside the stage. You’ll be able to admire the goods from much closer, in a moment.

MC: Huh? Sorry, I…

I was planning to reject the well-dressed man who’d approached me suddenly…

But when I inadvertently looked towards where his gaze was pointed, I swallowed all my words back down.

MC: (How…)

MC: (I think the person sitting there… is Luke…)

???: Can I take your silence to be assent for now, miss?

???: Ah yes, I nearly forgot to introduce myself…

He courteously handed me a namecard. His smile was kind, yet it made a shiver go down my spine.

Pan Minghao: I am Pan Minghao, a little-known businessman. Feel free to call me Bro Pan, as everyone does.

Pan Minghao then led me near the stage.

The booth was spacious, but black-clothed people who seemed to be bodyguards were all standing around it. Only one person was sitting.

Pan Minghao: Raven, look who I brought over.

Pan Minghao: If I’m not wrong, you kept looking over at this young lady earlier…

Pan Minghao: Meetings are all fated, as they say. As this sort of chance is hard to come by, how about we all get to know each other?

MC: (Raven…?)

MC: (Luke said before that he had to leave for a mission. Does that mean he’s now…)

Luke reclined against the back of the sofa, throwing us a frowned glance.

His eyes were devoid of smiles when our gazes met. All I saw was an unfamiliar indifference, mixed in with a restrained ferocity.

For a moment, I wasn’t even sure if the person in front of me was Luke.

Luke: No need, Bro Pan.

Luke: She’s my woman to begin with. We know each other inside out, and we’ve seen all of the secrets that either of us have…

Note: If I were to literally translate the latter half of the line, it would be “We’ve seen all of the secrets that either of our bodies bear” which is more direct in... yeah.

Luke: At this point, do we even need to refamiliarize ourselves with each other?

MC: !!!

Luke looked askance at us with what seemed to be a near-smile on his face, his voice blunt and flippant.

I wasn’t the only one dumbfounded – even Pan Minghao froze for a moment before he responded.

Pan Minghao: Oh my… so you do know each other…

Pan Minghao: Young master Raven’s probably used to seeing all sorts of beauties, so I figured that there was some sort of close relationship between you both if he was paying that much attention…

Pan Minghao: But speaking of which, why didn’t you say so earlier if you knew her? Why look so serious?

Pan Minghao looked over Luke, then stared at me meaningfully.

MC: Because…

As I tried to come up with a response, Luke suddenly stood up from his seat.

Luke: Bro Pan, you already know, don’t you?

Luke: No one would be happy to see their woman stand that close to someone else, don’t you think?

Luke: Not to mention…

Luke strode over to me, blocking off Pan Minghao and abruptly making an even more intimate move –

MC: !!!

As a strong force dragged me in by my waist, I stumbled slightly, falling straight into his arms.

A blend of elegant frigidity – an unfamiliar, cool scent – lingered around my nose…

But as I held onto his shoulders, the body outlined by the tailored suit was still the one I was familiar with.

Luke: Not to mention, we’ve been slightly at odds earlier, no?

Simultaneously, the hand on my waist drew in tighter, bringing an overbearing, intense feeling that made me tremble.

MC: (… Is he hinting at something?)

I calmed myself down quickly, clinging to him with a smile.

MC: It’s because you always leave without a sound. You never pick up on my calls or respond to my texts…

MC: I thought you went to look for some other woman again, so I tried to follow you secretly. Don’t be mad, okay?

Luke: Oh? So you love me that much?

A slight, teasing smirk graced his face.

I had never heard him ask this sort of question, and my heartbeat sped up inexplicably when he finished speaking.

MC: Of course… of course, I love you.

Luke: …

I heard him release a near-inaudible breath.

He then killed the smile, staring at Pan Minghao as his tone took an accusatorial turn.

Luke: Then, why were you walking so close to Bro Pan? I saw it all, you know.

Pan Minghao immediately tried to calm him down with a smile.

Pan Minghao: Oh Raven, it’s all a misunderstanding. This sort of little issue isn’t worth hurting your relationship over.

Luke: I sure hope it was a misunderstanding. Either way, don’t do this sort of thing next time, Bro Pan.

Luke: I do respect you as my senior, and we are friends, but…

Luke: You know that I’m a possessive person – especially when it comes to feelings. I won’t turn a blind eye to this sort of thing.

Pan Minghao: I understand… it’s my fault for not thinking things through. Let me apologize for now.

Luke: No need to be so serious. And you, too…

Luke drew me in even tighter.

Luke: If you’re so adamant about loving me, you better not betray me so easily, got it?

After I responded stammeringly, Luke released the hand on my waist.

The moment he turned to return to his seat, he shot me a glance, seeming to hint for me to continue putting on the act with him.

MC: …

MC: (I need to stick with this act to not get in his way…)

I looked at Luke, and he beckoned at me.

Luke: Come and sit.

Part 2

Showroom

As the show started, Pan Minghao had people bring over some expensive wine.

He excitedly pushed Luke into tasting the wine with him, looking completely disinterested in those displayed goods.

Pan Minghao: … Here, Raven, another glass.

After having a waiter pour some wine for Luke, Pan Minghao sent the bodyguards away temporarily.

He waved his wineglass, the smile in his gaze deepening as it swept over us.

Pan Minghao: See the flashy goods onstage?

Pan Minghao: It’s quite ironic – those unmentionable goods of mine are mixed in with these…

Pan Minghao: Raven, it took me a lot of effort to ship them in. Your starting price better not be too low.

Luke: Oh? Are you trying to raise the price here, Bro Pan?

MC: !!!

MC: (… Goods? Is Luke’s mission this business deal?)

MC: (But why’s he saying this in front of me now… is he trying to probe…)

Pan Minghao: This deal is quite the dangerous risk that I’m taking, after all. Any amount of money I can get would be worth it.

Pan Minghao: Speaking of which, aren’t you curious about where I’ve put them?

Pan Minghao’s gaze had a faintly discernable hint of scrutiny in it as it coolly swept over the cold atmosphere.

I schooled my expression as thoughts ran rapidly through my head about how to handle him.

How should I react to not arouse his suspicions…

⊳ Listen nonchalantly ⊳ Shift his attention using something else

MC: …

I focused on acting nonchalantly as Luke downed the entire glass of wine at once.

Luke: …

After he tossed the empty glass onto the carpet, he turned around and got closer to me.

Luke: No matter where those goods are, they’ll end up in my hands anyway, right?

Luke: I couldn’t care less about that serious stuff right now…

He grabbed tight onto my wrist, then pressed me forcefully into the booth sofa.

MC: !!!

He leaned down slowly.

Under the impassioned music in the showroom, I heard him whisper into my ear, his breath wet, hot, and tinged with wine.

Luke: … Resist.

MC: ..

As my rationality returned, I pushed my hand forcefully against his chest.

MC: Now… now isn’t the right time for this sort of thing…

But unlike what I had imagined, no matter how much I tried to resist, he continued to press down on me without budging.

MC: (So Luke was this strong all along…)

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⊳ Listen nonchalantly ⊳ Shift his attention using something else

As I watched Luke down the entire glass of wine, I looked for an opportunity to grab that half-filled bottle of fine wine.

I lowered my head, planning to buy time by pouring him wine. Suddenly…

MC: Huh…?!

Something pinched forcefully at my waist.

Though it didn’t hurt too badly, I wasn’t prepared for the sudden stimulation at all, and the bottle slipped out of my hands, onto the floor.

MC: Ah… I-I’m so sorry!

The liquid splashed out onto the ground by his foot, soaking the expensive leather shoes and suit fabric instantly.

Luke: Now look what you’ve done – you got me all wet.

Luke: Talk. How do you plan to make up for it?

His frigid tone, so different as it was from normal, tugged hard at my one taut string of rationality...

Faced with Luke’s vicious questioning, I couldn’t help but tremble a little.

MC: I… I…

Fortunately, the hand behind my back patted me gently in comfort, bringing me back to my senses.

MC: It’s all my fault. I’ll wipe it down now…

Luke: Stand up, walk over to the aisle, get down in front of everyone, and wipe it all up.

As he spoke, he kicked his long legs up onto the table in front of us. The collision of the shoe’s heel against the glass resulted in a ridiculously loud clang.

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Pan Minghao: Raven, you’re not drunk, are you now?

Pan Minghao: We’re in a public place here, and it might be a bit conspicuous if you do something too extreme…

As people turned their gazes over here, Pan Minghao could no longer maintain his composed attitude, rushing to give Luke a heads-up.

Luke scoffed dismissively.

Luke: I’m not drunk.

Pan Minghao: Yes, yes, you’re not drunk.

He waved his hand to summon the black-clothed bodyguards over.

Pan Minghao: There’s nothing interesting at all about these displays. Take young master Raven upstairs to rest – make sure to treat him well.

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Guest Room

Not only was the hotel’s entire event hall booked for this show – even the rooms upstairs had been completely booked out…

Apparently, they were for guests who’d come from far away.

MC: (Seems like that Bro Pan guy is no average person…)

As I watched the bodyguards retreat from the room, I was about to ask about the entire situation…

When Luke suddenly stared hard at me, cutting me off before I could speak.

Luke: Come. Loosen my tie for me.

He sounded like he was giving me a signal, putting me on edge again.

I walked over and held his tie, and as I tugged it gently, he leaned down towards my ear.

Luke: I tested the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner when we came in – it’s a double-sided mirror.

A double-sided mirror…

Which meant that, though it looked like your typical mirror on this side, it was fully see-through to the neighbouring room.

Luke: Since we’re not sure on if there are listening devices here or not, let’s talk quietly.

In my anxiousness, I tugged hard at his tie dazedly, pulling him closer.

Luke: Urk… gentler. It’s too tight.

MC: S-sorry…

Luke laughed quietly, then clasped his hand on mine, his fingers dexterously loosening the tie.

Luke: Don’t worry, I’m fine.

MC: What should I now…

Luke: Try making some moves on me, or else they’ll get suspicious.

MC: !!!

I knew that Luke wasn’t going overboard with his request.

Based on how he acted earlier, it would be too strange if he were sharing a room with me while tipsy.

But… even though I understood this logically…

MC: (Will anyone see on the other side of the mirror?)

I lifted my slightly shaking hand and looped it around his neck. The moment my fingernails brushed over the nape of his neck, I could feel him tremble.

At our close distance, it seemed like some different sort of feeling had tinged his eyes.

Nervousness and another, peculiar feeling flooded my heart, making me forget what to do next for a moment.

Luke: Let me take over.

MC: Huh…?

Luke then carried me over to that normal-looking floor-to-ceiling mirror in the corner.

He then placed his palm behind my head, backing me up against the smooth, cold mirror.

Luke: This way, no one will be able to see your expression, aside from me…

Luke: Just leave the rest to me, and listen to what I say.

Luke leaned towards my ear. The wine-tinged air and the wet, hot, and soft feeling made me forget about my nervousness and fear for a moment.

In this alluring atmosphere, the rhythm of what should’ve been serious whispers was thrown into disarray by our breaths.

Luke: When the event ends, I’ll find a chance to bring you out.

Luke: There’s a lot of media people here. Try to sit under spotlights, so Pan Minghao won’t be able to do anything to you even if he comes up with more tricks…

Luke: There are police waiting outside. When you see a taxi with the license plate AB065, hail it. It’ll take you home safely.

MC: What about you?

Luke: … I’m still on my mission.

Luke: We’ve been watching Pan Minghao for years. We have to get him to bring out those goods, or else we’ll have wasted all of our efforts.

Will it be dangerous?

When I thought of the word “danger”, I thought of those “deceased person’s items” shipped by someone a few days ago.

So I couldn’t bring myself to ask that question when I already knew the answer.

MC: I don’t agree with your method.

Luke: Don’t make trouble…!

The hand he’d circled around me tightened slightly.

His sharp canine glided over my neck like a warning, leaving a slight tingling prick that made me wince.

MC: I can’t leave in this situation.

Luke: You…

Seeing Luke loosen his control on his emotions, I immediately took the chance to control the situation…

Before he could respond, I pushed him down onto a sofa in a blind spot, my hand tight on his tie.

Luke: !!!

MC: I think that he’s a person who’s always wary. He kept trying to probe us earlier.

I leaned down and continued speaking with him quietly.

MC: If you have me leave now, it won’t fit with how you behaved before, and he’ll definitely become suspicious.

MC: If this mission is so important, let me stay here so I can partially handle the suspicion he has on you…

MC: And if anything happens, you can blame it all on me and get out of it safely.

Luke’s breathing grew increasingly faster.

I thought that I had been putting too much weight on him, but when I got up, I saw that his eyes were tinged with red.

Luke: Your ideas are so…

To calm things down, I perked myself up and smiled.

MC: … Feeling emotional now, are you?

Luke: Don’t laugh.

He shot me a seldom-seen glare.

Right then, we heard sounds outside the door. Soon after, Pan Minghao entered.

Pan Minghao: Ah, young master Raven, the bodyguards told me that there were peculiar things happening in the room – are you alright… hm?

Pan Minghao: Oh my, I’m so sorry…

Pan Minghao looked at our positions and Luke’s reddened eyes, chuckling knowingly.

Pan Minghao: I didn’t know that young master Raven had this side to him.

Luke: Bro Pan, shut up if you don’t know what to say.

Unsure of how well our performance had done, Luke glowered towards the door.

Luke: Get out.

Pan Minghao: Yes, yes, I’ll get out now.

Pan Minghao: But you should stop having fun for now. Come with me, and bring her.

Pan Minghao: It seems like some rats have gotten into the event – we have to switch locations now.

Luke: … Got it.

Part 3

Remote Manor

Pan Minghao’s manor was in a remote suburb area. It was surrounded by mountains and rugged roads…

It was evident that this was a well-suited location for sneaky actions, and as a hideout.

MC: (I wonder how Luke is doing…)

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[Flashback]

Luke: I need to head to the first-floor conference room in a moment to chat with Pan Minghao and dispel his misgivings.

Luke: Wait for me in this room during then, and don’t go anywhere.

He then stuffed a mini pager in my hand.

Luke: If anything happens during then, just press the button. I’ll receive the signal and get over here immediately.

Luke: So, believe in me. Don’t be afraid, okay?

[Flashback end]

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I sighed, watching the seconds tick by on the wall clock as I grew increasingly anxious.

Right then, I heard a few quiet knocks from outside.

MC: (Who could it be at a time like this…)

I warily held onto the pager in my pocket, slowly approaching the door.

MC: Who is it? What’s the matter?

???: Shh, quieter… I’m someone under Bro Pan. There’s some stuff I need to discuss with you, so please open the door…

MC: Bro Pan…

MC: (Why would he have someone come over while Luke’s away?)

I hesitantly placed my hand on the handle without opening it.

⊳ Ask about his intentions ⊳ Doubt his identity

MC: What is it? Can’t you talk about it at the door here?

???: It’s not like I can’t talk about it here, but if Bro Pan catches wind of this…

???: I won’t be the only one to suffer. You and young master Raven won’t be able to get out of this unscathed either.

MC: (Luke…)

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⊳ Ask about his intentions ⊳ Doubt his identity

MC: Raven is away. If you really are someone under Bro Pan, why have you sought me out individually?

???: That’s of course because there are some things that I don’t want them to hear about.

???: … I’m sure that you’re a smart person, and won’t miss out on this opportunity.

MC: (What does he have up his sleeve…)

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After thinking it over a few more times, I carefully opened the door.

He looked fairly young, and was apparently Pan Minghao’s subordinate, Er Hei. He sought me out secretly because…

He wanted to work together.

MC: So you mean…

Er Hei: I heard that you have a close relationship with young master Raven, and I often do work for Bro Pan, so I can get my hands on some special information.

Er Hei: If we act together, we can secretly snatch those goods…

Er Hei: After we get rid of it, we’ll split it 50-50, abandon this life, and live out the rest of our lives without worries.

MC: You want me to betray Raven?

Er Hei smiled mischievously.

Er Hei: Hah, it must be hard serving a young master like that. If you like excitement, you’ll have plenty of people lining up for you when you have money, right?

MC: …

MC: (I don’t know how Pan Minghao explained the whole guest room matter to make him misunderstand things so weirdly…)

MC: (Although, it does seem like Pan Minghao is close to him.)

To convince me faster, Er Hei held out his phone in front of me, winking at me proudly.

Er Hei: Don’t worry, I came prepared.

MC: Is this… surveillance?

Er Hei: Yes, I installed it secretly when Bro Pan wasn’t paying attention. Maybe we’ll hear something useful.

I looked at the screen.

The surveillance camera’s position seemed to be in the corner, facing the sofa and giving us a full view of their discussion.

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Luke: Let’s stop wasting our time, Bro Pan. When are you planning to bring over the goods?

Pan Minghao: Soon, soon. Don’t rush just yet.

Pan Minghao: Those goods are priceless, and it took me considerable effort just to ship it over here. Who knows how many people are aiming for them.

Pan Minghao: So I had to pick out people that I could be reassured with, to ensure that nothing would happen during delivery.

Luke: Aren’t you afraid of others swapping things out if you leave it for a while?

Pan Minghao: Now, how could that happen? You know how hard it is to get into the north district’s Seven Crossings Warehouse.

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After he heard the essential location name, Er Hei looked excitedly at me.

Er Hei: In the Seven Crossings Warehouse… it is pretty hard to get in. Maybe we can swap it out after that young master gets it…

As I watched Er Hei figure things out, I felt like something was wrong.

According to Luke, Pan Minghao was a severely wary person. How could he have kept someone like Er Hei, who so easily schemed against him, by his side?

MC: (Could he be testing me again?)

As I pondered over my next course of action…

The surveillance video caught my attention again.

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Pan Minghao: Speaking of which, have you prepared enough money? Don’t try to swindle me.

Luke: No need to worry, Bro Pan. With how close you were to my father before he passed, I couldn’t have tricked you even if I tricked everyone else.

Pan Minghao: Ah, it really is a pity with your father.

Pan Minghao: Who knows who it was that leaked that information to his opponents, so he ended up being…

In the slightly blurry shot, Luke looked distantly outside the window, his eyes looking as if there was an abyss behind them.

Luke: One day, I will make them pay the price they deserve.

Pan Minghao sighed sympathetically.

Pan Minghao: I heard that you have been doing well abroad during these years. If your father were still around, you wouldn’t have had to return to Stellis so early…

Pan Minghao: You were such a radiant, cheerful child before, but now, even I often can’t see through your expressions. Truly a pity.

Luke: Nothing worth pitying over. It’s all fated.

Luke: But if that can be distorted by external forces, it can be rewritten ourselves, right?

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MC: …

MC: (Why does Pan Minghao know what Luke was like as a kid…)

Though their dialogue didn’t quite fit with what I knew, I could still match up over half of it.

Luke’s hands were clasped in the video, his expression gloomy…

I looked at the screen. Like how it was impossible to distinguish the inside and outside of a Klein bottle, the border between what was true and false had blurred severely.

Note: The Klein bottle is… to put it very, very simply, it’s a 4D surface with only one side (so there’s no inside or outside) (there’s a 3D “version” that needs itself to intersect). It has some interesting mathematical implications, and if you’re curious about it, I recommend searching it up on Google.

But…

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[Flashback]

Luke: If anything happens during then, just press the button. I’ll receive the signal and get over here immediately.

Luke: So believe in me. Don’t be afraid, okay?

[Flashback end]

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MC: (No matter what, all I can do is to trust him.)

Er Hei seemed to have misunderstood my silence as pre-agreement hesitation.

He sidled over with a grin, slinging his arm over my shoulders, his gestures so intimate that it made me want to retch.

Er Hei: No need to hesitate. You won’t lose out at all from working with me.

MC: …

I endured the intense discomfort sweeping through me as I pressed down on the button of the pager in my pocket.

To prevent the wary Pan Minghao from being too suspicious, I could only put on an act…

So I mustered all my strength, screaming out loud enough for my voice to reverberate throughout the whole manor –

MC: Don’t touch me!!

Luke arrived so quickly that the shocked Er Hei didn’t even have time to pull away from me.

He strode up, but as if he had thought of something, he stopped and stared at us in displeasure.

Luke: What happened here?

I saw Pan Minghao follow close behind him, thinking quickly over the response I should make.

⊳ Cry without consideration of appearance ⊳ Immediately explain to him

MC: Raven! He suddenly made a move against me!

I shot up, falling into Luke’s arms as Pan Minghao watched.

I was only planning to fake cry, but when I recalled what had just happened, a few real tears inadvertently flowed out.

Luke: He touched you?

MC: Yes…

Likely due to “Raven”’s personality, Luke maintained his cold attitude, but his actions were visibly much gentler.

He held me comfortingly, speaking softly with a lowered head.

Luke: Are you hurt anywhere?

MC: No.

Luke: Good that you’re fine. Next, then…

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⊳ Cry without consideration of appearance ⊳ Immediately explain to him

MC: Raven… h-he was the one who knocked on the door…

In consideration of “Raven”’s personality, Luke’s face was cold as he replied.

Luke: He was the one to do so?

MC: Yes, and he tried to make a move against me…

Er Hei: Well, you were the one who opened the door!

Luke scoffed coldly and strode up to us.

I was planning to continue talking when he roughly grabbed Er Hei by the back collar, flinging him to the window nearby.

Luke: You’ll walk in just because the door opened, huh. Well, there’s a window here. Wanna jump out?

Er Hei: I…

Luke: Who gave you the guts to get this close to her while I’m still here?

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MC: !!!

Before Pan Minghao could hold him back, Luke walked up and kicked Er Hei down to the floor.

He then slammed a foot on his shoulder blade, forcing the collapsed Er Hei to yelp in agony.

Er Hei: Agh-!! Bro Pan… Bro Pan, save me!

Pan Minghao: Ah… Raven, that’s enough now. Er Hei’s also had it hard.

Luke: He better truly have had it hard…

Luke: I only let what happened at the show go because of you, Bro Pan, but this is different.

Troubled, Pan Minghao looked at Er Hei on the ground, ultimately giving in.

Pan Minghao: Then could you let it go for me again? I told Er Hei to do this, actually.

Luke: Oh?

Pan Minghao was ultimately forced to admit his plan –

He had doubts about who I was, so he had Er Hei try to test me for any errant conspiratorial thoughts.

MC: (I hope that I really am the only one that Pan Minghao suspects…)

I looked carefully at Luke.

He reclined on the sofa, his foot still placed firmly on Er Hei to restrict his movements. It was hard to tell if he was amused or angered.

Luke: Harbouring suspicions is completely normal, and I most certainly understand that.

Pan Minghao: It’s great that you think that.

Luke beckoned to me, having me sit on his legs.

Luke: So I can’t help but wonder – is there anyone using “testing” as an excuse for other, malicious intentions…

Luke: After all, Bro Pan, you know that I’ve been away from home ever since I was little, so I have been lacking a little in terms of love… which has made me a little petty.

He patted my back gently in comfort as he pressed down harder with his foot.

Er Hei: Aaarrghhh! Please, lighter… lighter!

Luke’s actions pushed Pan Minghao, who had relaxed a little, back into a frowning, distressed state.

MC: (He shouldn’t be able to have the time to suspect us now…)

MC: (… I never knew that Luke’s acting skills were this good.)

I leaned against him and looked up slightly.

A completely unfamiliar countenance graced that face that I was so familiar with. I found myself subconsciously straightening my back out of nervousness.

Part 4

Remote Manor

Luke did not let Er Hei go easily.

He languidly exerted a “little punishment” on him that wasn’t too painful, but was still enough to add enough psychological pressure.

Thus, Pan Minghao – who knew that he was in the wrong – didn’t say anything else. All he could do was stomp lightly in frustration.

The sound of the phone ringing finally cut this worry-inducing (on his part) situation short.

Pan Minghao: What did you say?!

Pan Minghao picked up, his expression twisting much more than before.

Pan Minghao: Why would the police investigate that place… It’s fine, no need to worry about that warehouse. Let them investigate.

Pan Minghao: Watch what they’re doing. If anything happens, let me know.

MC: (Warehouse… is it that Seven Crossings Warehouse that he just said was where the goods were stored?)

As I pondered over my suspicions, Luke stopped his actions as well, staring coldly at Pan Minghao.

Luke: Bro Pan, did they find those goods?

Pan Minghao: Ahh… no, don’t worry. Seven Crossings Warehouse is just a red herring. The real goods aren’t there, so they won’t find anything.

Luke: If so, were you also testing me earlier by telling me the fake address?

Faced with Luke’s direct questioning, Pan Minghao laughed guiltily.

Pan Minghao: Eh, t-this… well, not exactly… it’s just better to be a little more cautious.

Luke: You better watch out, lest your caution leaves you losing more than you gain.

Luke: Did you not think about how, even though the address is fake, someone real leaked it out?

Luke: Do you have any idea who it was, Bro Pan?

Pan Minghao: !!!

Luke didn’t seem to be giving him any time to think as he pressed forward.

Luke: Rather than bugs who are drawn to the light, it’s the cockroaches hidden in the dark that must be harder to handle…

Luke: Rather than focusing on us, Bro Pan, you’re better off dealing with your own issues.

Pan Minghao: … Indeed.

Pan Minghao put on a calm face, but the droplets of sweat on his forehead completely exposed him.

Maybe everyone was worthy of suspicion when he couldn’t find someone to pin his suspicions on…

Luke: Hurry and bring those goods over. If anything else goes wrong, don’t even think about taking another cent from me.

Pan Minghao: I know, I will get to it right now… just wait a little more.

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Pan Minghao soon took Er Hei away in a rush, and silence settled back on the manor.

MC: Who was it that leaked that information to the police? Could it have been…

Luke nodded under my gaze.

He stretched tiredly, the gloom vanishing from his face as he returned to the appearance that I was most familiar with.

Luke: I was buying time earlier so he could receive that notification right in front of us…

Luke: At such a critical juncture, I just needed to heap on a sense of urgency for him to have no time to suspect anyone, and to follow my ideas.

MC: … Sounds like an MLM.

Luke: Ugh, kind of. I’ve pretty much thought up of enough horrible ideas to last a whole lifetime.

After listening to Luke’s explanation, I still didn’t feel like we’d been freed from our responsibilities.

My disorderly emotions seemed to buzz in my head, as if they had their own timbre.

Luke: Relax for a bit now. Pan Minghao’s already in a disorderly state, and now that he’s in a rush to deal with those goods, he won’t be able to worry about us at all.

MC: Okay…

Luke: Don’t worry, I’ve inspected this place – there aren’t any listening or surveillance devices here.

Luke: Or are you worried about something else?

This bedroom’s washroom was a half-open concept washroom, likely due to the owner’s personal preferences.

After Luke tossed out that question, he wetted a towel in the sink, giving me adequate buffer time as the water ran.

MC: I heard some of your conversation with Pan Minghao in the surveillance video…

I watched his back, mustering my courage to voice my doubts –

About what he and Pan Minghao had talked about, and – most essentially – how Pan Minghao knew what he was like when he was younger…

Luke turned off the faucet after I finished speaking, walking over to me with the towel in his hands.

He didn’t answer me directly. Instead, he held up my hand and placed the warm towel over it.

Luke: Covering yourself with a warm towel can relieve yourself of exhaustion and help you relax. Do you feel a little better now?

MC: Yeah…

Luke: Sorry for not pulling him off right away when I came in.

He rubbed the towel gently on my arm, letting the heat absorb through my skin into my body.

I fell into a daze for a moment, but I still instinctively shook my head.

MC: Typically, the more someone fears something, the more they keep worrying about that thing.

MC: So to the betrayal-hating, severely possessive “Raven”, his initial instinct would have been suspicion…

MC: When Pan Minghao was there, it was right for you to not have pulled Er Hei away immediately.

Luke: I knew you’d say that.

Luke smiled resignedly as his hand’s movements ceased.

Luke: Aside from your hand, where else did he touch you?

MC: My neck, and my shoulder… I think that he thought that his pitch was successful, so out of excitement, he just…

The last half of the sentence about his unexpected actions remained stuck in my mouth.

Luke: Since you’ve answered my question, it’s now my turn to answer yours.

MC: …

He leaned towards me, gently lifting the drooping ends of my hair. The feeling of the perfect amount of strength he’d applied mixed with the warm air as it billowed over my neck.

His movements made for an unusually pleasant experience, enough to dispel that unpleasant experience before.

Thus, Luke gradually began to tell me about what had happened.

Luke: There’s that saying that goes, “The best lies are half truth”.

Luke: A pure lie can easily be seen through, but it’s a lot easier to trick people with those that are mixed in with true situations…

MC: … Half truth.

MC: (So Luke’s lies have always had elements of truth mixed into them…?)

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[Flashback]

Pan Minghao: I heard that you have been doing well abroad during these years. If your father were still around, you wouldn’t have had to return to Stellis so early…

Pan Minghao: You were such a radiant, cheerful child before, but now, even I often can’t see through your expressions. Truly a pity.

Luke: Nothing worth pitying over. It’s all fated.

Luke: But if that can be distorted by external forces, it can be rewritten ourselves, right?

[Flashback end]

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MC: So, you not being in Stellis is true, but you were in the capital during then, not abroad…

MC: And your father…

Luke took over when he noticed my hesitation over this sensitive topic.

Luke: The situation surrounding that “father” is real, but he was actually a senior of mine.

MC: Senior?

Luke: Yes, he said he was an unmarried person, so he chose to apply to go undercover near Pan Minghao. It took him many years.

Luke: To complete his identity, he needed a “son” that was being raised in a foreign country to complete his made-up interpersonal network.

Luke: That wasn’t a job that we could have normal people do, and I just happened to have entered the NSB back then, so my age was about right…

Luke: So I had uncle and auntie send a childhood photo over that he could carry to show as a fake son.

Luke: Pan Minghao has probably seen that photo many times.

After his careful wipe-down, he took away the towel and pulled away from me.

After the hot air dispelled, I suddenly felt a coldness on my neck and shoulders that I hadn’t noticed before – and a strange clinginess.

So I had to focus my attention on our discussion.

MC: But… if you only needed a photo, why did they need your age to fit?

Luke: Probably for today.

Luke: I can finish what he couldn’t using this identity. No matter how wary Pan Minghao is, he probably wouldn’t have thought of this.

I vaguely remembered that, according to their conversation, that “father” had already passed away…

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[Flashback]

Pan Minghao: Ah, it really is a pity with your father.

Pan Minghao: Who knows who it was that leaked that information to his opponents, so he ended up being…

[Flashback end]

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Suddenly, I remembered that package with “Deceased person’s items” written on it.

It was already evident where it came from, even if I didn’t ask.

MC: …

Luke: Don’t be afraid, though. This is all almost done, and I won’t let anything happen to you.

Seeing Luke get up to return the towel to the washroom, I reached out and grabbed him without thinking.

I only had one question right then…

MC: You’ve been telling me to not be afraid this whole time, but do you feel afraid when you have to face these dangers?

Luke: Of course I…

Luke turned around to face me. His originally nonchalant smile stiffened after seeing my teary expression.

He opened his mouth, and finally sighed resignedly.

Luke: Of course I’d feel afraid.

Luke: But that’s not a bad thing. Not only is it not bad, but it’s a really important factor that I’ve learned in my training.

MC: Training…

Though I hadn’t seen it myself before, I could faintly imagine it all based on his descriptions.

While we were apart, I often recalled how he looked when he left –

Immature, inexperienced, and spirited.

Luke: When I first started training, I often pushed myself beyond my limits. I didn’t know how much strength I was putting into my moves, so I ended up receiving a harsh lesson from my senior.

Luke: He said that the driving force behind my training was regret that I didn’t have enough strength, and that that wasn’t the right way to feel.

Luke: Because strength has no upper limit, I would never feel satisfied. If I were never satisfied, that would affect how I trained.

MC: Then how did he think you should train?

Luke: He had me persevere out of “fear”.

Luke: For a long time, I didn’t understand what he meant, and I used even more extreme methods to train.

When Luke left home by himself, he placed all his anguish into that lonely fearlessness.

He had enviable aptitude, yet wasn’t able to fully rise to that aptitude… such was the weakness of youth.

That was a side that I almost never saw now.

Luke: Not long after, I saw a bruise like mine on the body of a comrade who was lying on a hospital bed…

Luke: … That was when I understood what my senior meant.

MC: Was it a serious wound?!

Luke: No, it was a light one from training a few days before – one that would heal very quickly.

Luke: But he ran into some unexpected circumstances during a mission… When I saw him under the shroud, I suddenly, finally realized…

Luke: That light, easily healable wound would be branded forever on his body.

MC: So you… felt fear?

Bitterness tinged his voice, but that wasn’t all there was to it.

He spoke from an adult’s view about a youthful past – like a lingering tune from years of accumulation.

Luke: That was the first time I truly knew what fear was.

Luke: I started to fear failure. I feared that you would be sad, if something were to happen to me… there was too much that I feared.

Luke: After this, escaping “fear” became my target, such that I had to learn to act more cautiously.

So this was why he had always been able to do what he did with ease.

While I was unaware, he was accompanied by fear, as he grew into what seemed like a fearless appearance.

Part 5

Remote Manor

I looked at Luke. For a moment, his appearance as a teenager seemed to overlap waveringly with his current appearance.

Without thinking further, I yanked at that towel in his hand…

He didn’t let go in time and stumbled off-guard in my direction, and I reached out to embrace him.

Luke: !!!

Luke: What’s the… matter?

MC: … Nothing.

Luke: Oh, okay. I’m fine too, then. Don’t worry.

He leaned down, burying his chin on my shoulder.

I heard his quiet breaths. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke again.

Luke: I used to think that this fear would eventually disappear…

Luke: Because time heals wounds with forgetfulness. After a while, you would probably be drawn to someone else, so you wouldn’t feel sad for me.

MC: That’s nonsense – how could I…

Luke laughed quietly, not letting me go on.

Luke: It is nonsense. I thought I knew myself well, but I didn’t even know what I was truly afraid of…

Luke: After a while, the fear didn’t dispel – rather, it intensified, so much that it affected my own mental state.

MC: Huh?

I didn’t have the time to ask about this when we suddenly heard a ringing sound.

Luke immediately straightened up, taking out an unfamiliar-looking phone from his pocket as his face returned to that cold, indifferent expression.

MC: What’s the matter, did something happen?

Luke: Nothing major. Pan Minghao’s running all over the place, getting things ready. He’ll probably be able to get those goods over before dawn to complete the deal.

MC: That’s great.

Luke: Mm…

Luke frowned as he nodded, shakily retreating a bit.

His phone fell onto the ground. The bright screen was still on the message screen, as stark white as his face.

MC: Luke! Are you alright?!

When I realized that something wasn’t right, I rushed to catch him.

MC: Ugh-?!

He retracted the hand pressed on his temple, flicking my forehead without warning.

Luke: Shh – quieter, I’m fine.

MC: But…

Luke: Don’t worry – they’re just side effects from medicine. They happen each time.

MC: Medicine? What medicine…

I saw Luke reach out to me again and instinctively closed my eyes, but my forehead didn’t receive the same treatment it had before.

He poked my knitted brows, smiling calmly.

These little actions kept happening enough to make me think that he was trying to shift my attention, which put me on guard even more.

Luke: Don’t be so somber. Those meds were specially developed by the NSB.

Luke: You know that I’m not good with alcohol – I black out after a few glasses, and then I start rambling nonsense…

Luke: So when I’m doing these special missions, I’ll eat a few of these to make sure I don’t get drunk.

Luke: But the side effects are… stuff like headaches after five hours.

MC: Do those things continue for a long time?

Luke shook his head.

Luke: Nope. Usually, I’m fine after a shower and rest at home.

Luke: But this mission took longer this time, so the effects happened midway – it was kind of unexpected.

MC: A shower…

MC: (Oh, right!)

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[Flashback]

Luke: Covering yourself with a warm towel can relieve yourself of exhaustion and help you relax. Do you feel a little better now?

MC: Yeah…

[Flashback end]

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MC: (He’ll feel better if he takes a hot shower, won’t he?)

I looked towards that half-open concept washroom in the corner of the guest room, which just happened to have a wide tub in it.

MC: Then… want to try it?

Luke: Try what?

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I used my actions as a response, walking straight over and turning on the tap to the bath.

Luke: What is… this for?

MC: You already know, don’t you – it’s obviously for a hot bath…

MC: There’s still a lot of time before dawn, and Pan Minghao won’t be able to get those goods over that fast…

MC: If you perk yourself up now, you’ll be able to successfully finish the deal later…

MC: Plus, you said before that if the two of us do nothing at all in this guest room, it’ll arouse their suspicions.

As if to cover up my strange sense of panic, I rambled on for a while.

Luke was somewhat surprised at the beginning, but thanks to my awkward reaction, he gradually ended up displaying a suggestive smile.

Luke: You know that there’s no door to the washroom, right?

MC: Don’t worry! I won’t peek…

Luke: What are you talking about? I’m not concerned about you seeing anything.

He loosened his tie as he spoke.

Luke: I’m just reminding you.

MC: !!!

Unlike how I was floundering, Luke calmly unbuttoned his suit.

I rushed to turn around. Amid the sounds of fabric rustling and water splashing, the hot steam gradually spread out from the tub.

Maybe it was because of the increasing temperatures, but I felt a little parched, like things were getting more and more stiflingly hot.

MC: …

MC: (I wonder if Luke is doing better…)

I sat still on the sofa, my back facing the tub as I counted brushstrokes on the wall paintings.

The only sounds in the quiet room were the splashes of water as he shifted positions.

After some time passed, a crisp colliding sound pulled me out of my reverie of chaotic thoughts.

MC: Are you alright?!

I immediately turned and stood up.

MC: Ah…

The cause of the sound just now was a bottle of shower gel that had been on the bath-side shelf and rolled onto the floor.

But I no longer had the ability to ponder over how it had fallen…

Luke reclined in the tub. The moment our eyes met, my mind went blank, with nothing but a buzzing sound reverberating inside.

Out of some sort of mysterious, silent agreement, neither of us spoke.

I walked over in a daze. When I picked up the bottle of shower gel and returned it to its place, he suddenly reached out and grabbed me.

MC: !!!

The water surged, and I felt a hand on my back.

Though I didn’t fall into the tub because of that, I instinctively sat on the side of the tub, meeting his eyes.

In consideration of the current circumstances, he was still in his shirt while in the water.

The thin, wet fabric clung to his skin, faintly outlining his body’s figure.

MC: Are you… feeling better? Does your head still hurt?

Luke: It’s a lot better.

He reached up and brushed at his damp hair, lifting his eyes up to me in the steam.

But despite his attempts to hide it, I could tell that he was trying to hide his discomfort from his furrowed brow.

MC: A lot better… so it’s not completely fine yet. It still hurts, doesn’t it?

Luke: …

MC: I was just wondering what it was that you truly feared. Luke, you must also fear pain, right?

Luke: Don’t worry, my tolerance is really high, so I’m not that sensitive to pain.

MC: Is that so… but I’ve realized that when you’re not feeling well, I feel afraid…

Before he could react, I took the towel beside the bathtub.

Just like what he had done to me earlier, I carefully wiped down his slightly flushed ears and neck.

Luke: !!!

He leaned back slightly. The sounds of the water rippling mixed with his inadvertent gasp.

I then repeated the question he asked me before.

MC: I heard that if you feel discomfort somewhere, you just need to shift your attention elsewhere to alleviate the pain.

MC: Does it feel a bit better now?

Luke: … Mm, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore.

Water dripped from the tips of his hair, his voice tinged with clinginess in the hot, humid atmosphere.

Luke: I’ve also heard that if someone is stimulated in two different ways, it’s easy for them to link those things together.

He tugged on the towel, forcing me to lean down and pulling me closer to him.

Because of these movements, some of the water in the tub splashed out, leaving the whole room full of steam.

Luke: So, for me to recall this feeling when the side effects take effect in the future…

Luke: … Let me deepen the impression it leaves on me.

The damp steam billowed into my face, and I somewhat dazedly squinted my eyes.

My hand reached into the tub. As the heat surrounded me, I faintly felt like the water temperature kept increasing…

Part 6

Luke’s House

After that mission finished and we safely returned home –

The first thing I did was organize that box of items left by the deceased senior with Luke.

MC: He barely has anything… aside from books, they’re all just some miscellaneous items…

Luke: Yeah, my senior didn’t have any family, and most of his stuff was bought for his fake identity. He rarely bought things for himself.

Luke: Oh you… get up, don’t stay crouching like that…

After Luke carried the box over to the table, he looked worriedly at my gauze-wrapped knees.

Luke: Are your knees alright? Do they still hurt?

MC: I’m fine. You saw when you came with me to the hospital – the wound isn’t that bad.

Luke: It was bleeding, and yet it’s not bad?

He put on a rare, severe expression, his eyes full of guilt.

I followed his gaze down to my knees. Though it still hurt slightly, I had no regrets whatsoever.

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[Flashback]

During the arrest that day, it just happened to be the darkest part of night before dawn.

Pan Minghao knew that there was no escaping. He suddenly threatened to bring us all down with him, saying that he’d installed bombs in the manor before that would explode in a few seconds.

MC: !!!

I instinctively ran over to protect Luke, scraping my knees on the shelf corners as I stumbled.

Under normal circumstances, he would’ve anxiously, heatedly scolded me for my recklessness.

But due to the urgency during the time, none of us had time to retreat, so he said nothing as he held me tight in his arms.

Pan Minghao: Hahahahaha…

After a short few seconds, Pan Minghao, who was being restrained by the NSB members, burst into laughter.

Pan Minghao: How foolish – I was just lying to you. With how much I value my life, how could I do something like that…

Pan Minghao: But I certainly did have the chance to see an interesting display at this final juncture.

Pan Minghao: Raven, you tricked me through, but what’s going on between you and this lady doesn’t look like just an act.

Luke slowly let me go. He stared at the startling wounds on my knees, his face lowering as his body trembled slightly.

Luke: Pan Minghao… with all that you’ve done, you don’t seem to value your life at all.

He ignored the vocal discouragements around him, kicking him down to the ground.

If not for the other people restraining him, Pan Minghao probably would not have simply ended up sprawled on the floor and coughing.

Pan Minghao: Cough cough cough… You’re as prone to losing your cool as always…

Pan Minghao: I keep getting less and less certain about how much of your Raven act is real, and how much of it is fake.

Luke: …

Pan Minghao: Either way, that childhood photo must have been real, at least…

Pan Minghao: You were such a radiant, cheerful child before, but now, I often can’t even see through your expressions. Truly a pity.

This was the second time he’d said that last sentence.

The first time, he spoke to “Raven”, but this time, he spoke to “Luke Pearce”.

[Flashback end]

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MC: Luke, quit staring at my legs. It’s kinda weird.

Luke: What are you talking about…

After being teased, Luke awkwardly turned around and headed to the kitchen.

MC: Where are you going?

Luke: I’m thirsty. Wanna drink anything?

MC: No need – thanks, though.

After I let out a few laughs, I turned my attention back to the books in the cardboard box…

MC: Huh? This is…

As I took them out one by one, I noticed a photo peeking out from between the pages of a book.

That was a photo of Luke when he was little –

The little boy held a bunch of multicoloured handmade flowers, smiling brilliantly at the camera.

MC: … It was taken on Luke’s 3rd birthday.

MC: (Is this the one that got mailed to the capital?)

MC: (But how come I’ve never seen this picture in the albums before…)

I looked over the photo carefully. It felt overall unfamiliar, but…

I had a faint impression of the bouquet of origami flowers in his hands.

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Attic of Old Home

That night, after rifling through boxes and shelves at our old home, I finally found what I was looking for in a storage container.

MC: Ah… found it!!!

Luke: What is it?

Luke sidled over curiously, then froze.

Luke: So you ran over all of a sudden to find these…

MC: Do you remember them?

Luke: Of course – I sent these to you, right?

He nostalgically held up those slightly damaged, wilted-looking origami flowers that had endured for so long.

Luke: Do you remember how you were bullied by the neighbouring kids back then?

Luke: They threatened you, saying that if you told your family, they’d beat you up… so you kept silent about it, looking depressed all the time.

MC: Ah… I think that did happen…

My memories gradually became clearer, and I remembered that this issue was ultimately solved because of Luke…

⊳ He sought them out to talk ⊳ He always stayed by my side

MC: Didn’t you seek them out in the end?

Luke: You knew? And here I thought I’d kept the secret pretty well.

Luke: I was planning to beat them up, but before I could do anything, they got scared off.

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⊳ He sought them out to talk ⊳ He always stayed by my side

MC: I think it was because you were always with me, so they gradually stopped bothering me.

Luke: Yeah, because you wouldn’t say anything at all, I had to use the dumbest method there was.

Luke: It took me a lot of consideration to make sure you never left my line of sight.

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Luke: And this bouquet was made after everything was dealt with, to make you happy again.

MC: Luke…

For some reason, I had a lot of mixed feelings.

I looked down, inadvertently looking at the box’s contents, when I noticed something else that had been hidden under the origami flowers.

MC: Huh? This photograph frame…

I tried placing the photo inside – it fit perfectly.

⊳ Origami Flowers

MC: You’ve always been good at getting things done. These flowers are so lifelike – they really look like real ones.

Luke: I actually wanted to give you real flowers back then.

Luke: But it was winter then, and I couldn’t find any brightly-coloured wildflowers, so I had to learn it myself.

Luke: But now that I think about it, that’s not so bad. It’s because of this that they were able to remain for so long.

⊳ Frame

MC: The bird on the frame really looks like Peanut…

Luke: Yeah, I kept talking about wanting a myna bird back then. But because I was too young and wouldn’t have been able to take care of one, uncle and auntie didn’t let me.

MC: But they must have remembered – it seems like they specially ordered this frame.

⊳ Luke in the photo

MC: Luke, I didn’t know that you had learned to give girls flowers from such a young age.

Luke: Is that bad? Either way, it was for you.

Luke: Plus, that would mean that the first bouquet you’ve ever received was from me…

Luke: No one would be able to beat something that commemorative, right?

MC: …Yeah.

⊳ End observation

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I brushed my hand over that tiny myna bird on the frame, feeling somewhat regretful.

MC: It was your birthday that day, yet you had to be the one to make me happy… I really was way too unreliable back then.

Luke: What’s the big deal? It’s not like someone can’t give another person gifts when it’s their own birthday.

Luke took the frame in my hands and returned it to its original spot.

He leaned down and met my gaze. The emotions in his eyes surged like the undercurrents of the deep sea.

Luke: Because of you, I felt like being born was something worth being happy about.

Luke: Up to this point, I’ve lost a lot – but you’ve always been the most precious part of my life… did you know that?

MC: I…

A question had many functions.

As I was faced with a clear answer, it seemed more like an obscured test and a disguised temptation.

MC: I do know…

I stepped up and embraced him, forcing him to lean against the tableside out of habit.

MC: Then did you know that to many people, you’re someone well worth cherishing too?

Luke: …Me?

MC: Yes. I was wondering why I had never seen this photo before, ever since childhood.

MC: Could it be that…

MC: You never said what the photo was to be used for, so mom and dad naturally sent the one that they liked best to you.

MC: This photo was probably placed in a place that would often be seen by people outside the house – their workplace.

MC: They’ve always been waiting for you to return with the photo, to refill the frame again.

MC: That senior probably thought similarly when he treasured this photo, so much that it looks completely new still.

Luke: !!!

He trembled slightly after listening to me.

MC: These are just my guesses, but…

MC: What’s certain is that I have always been waiting for you to return.

Luke: Is that so…

Luke released a quiet breath, then leaned in and placed his head on my shoulder, whispering a little despondently.

Luke: If I knew about this earlier, I wouldn’t have been so scared.

MC: Huh?

Luke: I didn’t tell you before what it was that I feared…

Luke: Not only did I fear that you would be sad – I was even more scared that as time went on, you would forget me.

Luke: As time went on and this feeling festered, I realized that I was a lot more selfish than I had thought.

Luke: … Are you disappointed in me?

MC: Not at all! I should have told you earlier… ouch-

I rushed to explain as I stood up, but the wrapped-up gauze chafed at his leg, leading to a burst of pain.

Luke: Does it hurt?

Seeing this, Luke picked me up before I could even quibble, setting me on the table with my legs hanging down.

MC: L-Luke?

Luke: … Let me see.

He crouched and looked over my knees, his brows knitted tightly.

MC: I’m fine, just a bit of a scrape. The wounds have already scabbed over, so it’s not that bad.

Luke: That’s what you always say. It probably still hurts, doesn’t it?

Under the hazy, warm orange light, I looked down at him, threading my fingers through his hair.

I then said something that shocked even me.

MC: It does hurt a little, but I probably won’t feel it if my attention gets turned elsewhere…

Luke: …

Following my lead, Luke lifted his eyes. The firework-like lights in them seemed to blaze with a single touch.

Luke: Then… let me try.

Luke: You just need to place all of your attention on me.

He stood up slowly and leaned into me. Those unwithering paper flowers were carelessly brushed off the table, onto the ground.

In the dark room, they still bloomed as brightly as they had in the past.

Video Call

You finally picked up… I thought something had happened to you, and was just about to go find you.

You forgot to check your phone at the dinner party? Alright, what did you eat, then… was it with someone that you’re close to?

Only work partners… that’s good.

Ah? No, I didn’t have anything important to say. I was lying on my bed when I suddenly wanted to ask – when are you coming again?

Where else – my home, of course.

Remember when you came to live at my place for a few days? After you left, I noticed that there were traces of your life all over the place.

… Even the pillow still had your scent, so I ended up thinking of you.

I’m acting weirdly…? But I haven’t drank anything – just the drinks you left in the fridge.

What? Those were alcoholic drinks? No wonder… I’ve been feeling a bit dizzy ever since a bit earlier. I thought I was mistaken.

What are you laughing at? Right, you know that I’m not good with these – you weren’t planning to make a move on me, were you…

I’m just kidding. I know you forgot to take them – if that was really what you were aiming for, you wouldn’t have needed to wait until now.

… Sorry, I kinda rambled on. I’ll go sleep in a moment, so this energy should be gone when I wake up.

Huh? You’re coming over after the dinner? So suddenly?

No, it’s not inconvenient… I’m just wondering, aside from worrying about me, are there any other reasons why you suddenly want to see me?

… All in all, I’ll wait for you. Be careful on your way, and you have a key, right – just let yourself in when you get here.

#Tears of Themis #tears of themis translations #xia yan #luke pearce #tot spoilers #tot translation #screaming omfg this is by far the hottest date i've read so far #they rly took the 16+ new rating and ran with it

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stilldani24 · 4 years ago

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is that ur ex?

corpse husband x reader

words: 1015

request: “Can I request one where you run into an ex boyfriend while out to eat or something with corpse and he’s like protective and intimidating?” from anonymous

You didn’t make Corpse go out when he didn’t want to. You knew about his social anxiety well before the two of you began dating, and it didn’t bother you any. You enjoyed going out on your own, especially to the grocery store. It was a cathartic time for you, listening to the soft, generic supermarket music and the slightly squeaky wheel of your cart. It was almost soothing.

However, you did request one night out of the year where you wanted to go out with him, and that was your anniversary. He couldn’t say no to you, even if you asked him to go out every night. You would never make him do that, though. So, your anniversary was the one night you wanted to go on a proper date. Corpse let you choose, so you chose Dave and Buster’s. You wanted to have fun that night so you wanted shitty food while playing games. It was a Monday as well so it wasn’t as busy, so hopefully he wouldn’t be too stressed.

The both of you had dressed up slightly nicer than you usually did, wanting to be a little fancier for your special day. You got there at six in the evening and just as you predicted, it was almost a ghost town. From the corner of your eye, you saw Corpse’s shoulders relax. You gave him a smile before taking his hands, following the hostess to your table and leaving a table marker on there before the two of you head out to play some games.

“Watch this, watch, bowling champ of 2014,” you joked as you grabbed a skeeball and bowled it up the machine, gaining a smooth twenty points. Corpse barked out a laugh as he hit his hip against yours, moving you out of the way as he grabbed a ball next.

“At that rate, we’re gonna go home with a handful of Laffy Taffy,” he teased as he threw his ball next, making you bump his elbow so he would miss.

“Hey, Y/N!” you heard a familiar voice from somewhere next to you, and your eyes widened as you locked eyes with your ex-boyfriend. You hadn’t seen him in ages, since he cheated on you and you had kicked him out of your apartment. Not to mind he had also been manipulative and mentally abusive, but you didn’t realize that until a few months after leaving his sorry ass.

“Oh, um. Hey, Brian,” you grimaced a little as you faked a smile, wanting to put on a face just so it would make him go away.

“What are you doing at a Dave and Buster’s on a Monday night, huh? Hot date?” he joked as he jabbed you in the side with your elbow, making you recoil at the feeling and stand closer to Corpse. Corpse immediately stood closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist tightly and holding you close. He wasn’t one for public affection, so this was a huge jump from his comfort zone.

“Yes, actually,” he replied, looking down at your ex. While Corpse wasn’t insanely tall, standing at five foot ten, he was a hell of a lot taller than your ex. While there’s nothing wrong with shorter guys, Corpse was a huge improvement in more ways than just height. “We’re on a date for our anniversary, so if you’ll excuse us.”

Brian’s eyes were widened slightly. The combination of Corpse’s voice along with the height difference between the men, he was definitely intimidated. Corpse then led you away from the skeeball machine, having grabbed your tickets, and walked you back to your table so you could finally order dinner.

“I’m sorry about that,” you apologized sincerely, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “We ended on bad terms and he’s been trying to hit me up for months.”

Corpse offered you a gentle smile, squeezing your hand in return and promptly planting a kiss on it. “Don’t worry, okay? You’re here with me and that’s all that matters.”

You nodded in agreement before picking up your menu to skim through it. Throughout the night, whether at your table or playing games, you noticed Brian out of the corner of your eye. Just, staring at the two of you. It was making you uncomfortable, no matter where you were.

He approached you again when you were at the prize counter.

“Need some extra tickets? Maybe I could get you a teddy bear,” he told you, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. He had obviously been drinking.

“Alright, cut the shit,” Corpse spoke up before you even had a chance to respond. He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you behind him, guarding you from him. “I’ve been watching you watch us all night. Get it through your tiny brain that they aren’t going to miraculously take you back, asshole. If you’re smart, you’ll tuck your tiny dick between your legs and waddle out of her with whatever pride you have left before I kick the shit out of you.”

Brian scoffed as he shoved Corpse by the shoulder. You think he tried to say “I’m not scared of you” before Corpse punched him square in the mouth, shutting him up in under one second. He hissed and shook his hand from the pain of the impact, since punching something with hard bones behind it would hurt. Brian grabbed his mouth, blood trickling between his fingers as he stared at Corpse.

“Fuck off,” Corpse told him before turning to the prize booth attendant, who was staring at him with wide eyes. “Listen, pal, we’re leaving right after I get my person a teddy bear.”

The attendant just shrugged and nodded. “Purple or orange?”

“Purple, please,” you grinned happily, staring up at your boyfriend with such adoration. Never in your life would you ever think that Corpse would punch someone. He just wasn’t that kind of person to hit first. But when it came to you?

He would kick the shit out of everyone in that fucking building.

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babygirl-riley · 2 years ago

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Cartel Protection

Allison has been gone for about 4-5 months in Russia. Unfortunately it is cut short for her, her team needs help down in Mexico. Knowing that Ghost will be there, she can’t tell if she is excited or nervous.

Warnings: Violence, blood, swearing

Moscow, Russia

“добро�� утро Наташа Волкова.” (good morning Natasha Volkova) The receptionist greeted me as I walked out.

“доброе утро.” I said smiling at her walking out. It’s been 4 to 5 months since I was sent out here. It’s been getting colder and more annoying.

You were sent out here to receive a possible terrorist threat on the US. We all knew who we were after, at least Task Force 141 knew who he was. We just had to make sure it was him. Laswell doesn’t know who it is, she knows a little bit. She never got to debrief me, only Price did. Wanting to confirm he was still up and running.

I was getting close but nowhere at the same time. I was being a lovely dove to his (what we knew) his second in command. My background was that I was a fugitive that escaped from the US to come here. It caught their attention as I continued to do some minor thieving.

“Алексей Вородин,” (Alexei Borodin) I said, walking towards the man that I was with. “Как ты, моя любовь” (How are you my love) My love. It reminded me of Ghost which came to mind a lot. You didn’t know his status let alone know anyone’s. After being briefed you weren’t going to stay in touch unless you were compromised.

The man hugged you and kissed your lips. We were in the square, lots of people running around enjoying the time. “У вас все хорошо, вы все еще хотите кофе?” (Doing good still up for coffee?) He responded grabbing my hand to lead me to the coffee shop we go every morning.

I nodded my head and walked with him. He sat me in the closest table before going inside. It was beautiful in Russia, I would love to come back to visit, like actually visit. Not here for a mission but to travel around. Only if that was your life. Simple. Instead it’s war.

“Они принесут его нам, давайте обсудим следующий план.” ( They will bring it out to us, lets discuss the next plan.) He suggested grabbing my hand and rubbing his thumb in circles on it.

“Для чего?” (For what?) I said giving him a questioning stare.

He kissed my hand. “For you to go back home.”

I glared at him and then laughed. “о чем ты говоришь, моя дорогая?” (What are you talking about my dear?”

“The wolf was howling last night to warn the cubs.” He whispered. I side-eyed everywhere including him, clenching my teeth. “Your ticket and plan is waiting for you back at home,” he stated. “I got it from here, they are suspecting you now.”

“And what about you?” I asked concerned.

“I will be fine,” He leaned back. The barista came to give our coffees. “Спасибо,” (Thank you) “I am surprised you didn’t figure me out White Wolf.”

I smirked while sipping my coffee. “How did you find out?”

“Loki,” He pointed to his chin and handed me the napkin. “This is where you need to call and she will update you.”

I pretended to use the napkin and placed it in my pocket. “Perfect.”

“увидимся дома Фокс.” (I will see you home Fox) He said standing up giving me a kiss on the cheek and headed south.

I finished my coffee and stood up to walk a couple of blocks to a phone booth. Closing the door behind me, I typed in the number. It rang twice before someone answered. “The wolf was howling at night.” She paused.

“To warn the cubs.” I smirked, I knew that voice. “Laswell.”

“Fox,” She sighed. “Wish this was better terms but you are being sent to Mexico.”

“Was I compromised?” I asked.

“Not entirely, the man you talked to was Joseph Allen, American. He is closer to who we need but right now we need you to go help Ghost and Soap,” She explained. “Hassan has missiles that could bring catastrophic damage.”

I sighed and nodded looking to see anyone else is waiting for the booth. No one. “Alright, I will pack and come.”

“No need Nikolai has everything and should be in the cab East of you.” I looked up and right and saw Nik. I smirked.

“Thought of everything didn’t you?” I chuckled.

“See you soon Fox.”

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Las Almas, Mexico

Damn the water was fucking cold. The jump in the water was a fucking nightmare. The mask was sticking on his face. He was getting shot at left and right with no control. He had to make sure Soap wouldn’t get hit and drown even Alejandro.

The stream was pushing all three of them towards the end of the river. The back up was not there, not on the bridge anyway. “Vehicles on the bridge.” Ghost said through the coms

“They're not ours!” Alejandro yelled back. “Fuck! It’s the army!”

“Get to cover!” Ghost yelled again.

“We need to hold here and get an extraction!” Alejandro yelled again.

Couple of shots rang out and some men fell into the water. He glanced over to where he could see where it came from but didn’t see anything. “We can’t shoot anything with that armor!” Yelled Soap.

Fuck he is right, they had heavy vehicles and armor there is no fucking way they can penetrate. “Who is shooting on the side?” The other bullets rang out. Smacking a couple of them.

“This is Shadow 0-1! Engaging the bridge north and west of your positions! Danger close!”

West? He was confused for a moment before the bridge started to blow up. “Who the hell is that?” He knew who was ruining the bridge he was more focused on who the fuck was on the west.

“Commander Graves. Shadow Company. They’re with us.” He quickly rambled, he was covering behind the rock hearing the rockets impacting the bridge. “Shadow 0-1, Bravo 0-1. Good shots! Fire for effect!”

The rumbling had stopped and the bridge was gone. He started out of the water. “All stations, no enemy movement. You’re clear! It’s good to see you boys!”

“Likewise mate!” Ghost agreed running upstream with Alejandro.

“This way!” He yelled. Soap and him ran next to him until he reached the top.

There were trucks on the side with someone standing next to it. His heart stopped as they came to a stop for a moment. Her eyes looked into his. Fuck. How much he missed those beautiful eyes, she looked over at Soap and then at him. Allison was the first thing he could think of.

……………………………………………………………….

I knew he was here, thought that I was able to prepare myself or be prepared but wasn’t. I missed him. Thought about him and now he is here. “Ghost Soap it’s been a while.” I smiled walking around the truck to get inside.

“Nice to see you too Lt.” Soap said sliding in as well.

“Likewise Fox.” Ghost followed in.

“Nice to meet you.” Alejandro smiled to look behind then back at Ghost. “ella es hermosa.”

“Gracias hermano.” I said smiling at him in the rear view mirror.

He chuckled slowly. “You know spanish?”

I just smiled when Ghost told Shadow Company that we took some vehicles and went to the rendezvous. God how much I missed his voice. It made my heart flutter. “Where have you been, Fox?” Soap asked, looking over at me.

“Somewhere colder than here,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “I am very happy to be back.”

He smiled. “Haven’t had time to tell jokes.”

“Jokes?” Alejandro asked looking in the mirror.

“Long story.” I chuckled.

“Ghost, this is Shadow 1, orbiting the compound now. Standing by for visuals.” Graves' voice rang through the coms.

“Shadow 1, Bravo 7. We will mark our position with an IR laser. Over.” Ghost said as we stopped next to a farmer area.

“He is here?” I asked looking at Alejandro.

“Si senorita, hiding somewhere in the compound. Hopefully he is still there.” He explained hopping out of the car.

I followed out and squatted behind a couple of boxes. Soap pinged our location as Shadow Company rained hell on them. “Nice shot Graves.” I said over coms as we watched them take the green house down.

“You are welcome, Bravo 0-8.” We searched the bodies making sure they would stay down. We were coming up to the compound. Ghost kneeled next to you as Shadow was making a door for us.

Both of us looked at each other. His eyes were the same beautiful brown. The lighter brown part being in the middle and dark brown on the outer of his iris. Ghost snapped his head up and ordered to move in.

I snapped back into reality walking over the rumble that was once a gate. A man was crawling towards his once upon a time gun before I shot him in the head. Ghost looked behind him to me before looking forward. “Ghost no movement detected.” Graves said as we were reaching the door to the compound.

“Copy,” He replied putting some breaching charge on the door. “We’re pushing the entrance now.”

“Roger we see ya. Be advised. The convoy is three klicks out. You will need to haul ass.”

Fuck. That is just perfect. “Solid copy.” Ghost replied.

“Alejandro,” Soap called out. “Where is that exfil?”

“Five minutes out.”

“That is going to be very close, boys.” I said crouching behind Ghost while watching the other side of us.

Ghost nodded. “Let’s do this then,” He looked at all of us and we all gave affirmation to breach the door. “Breaching.”

There was a small explosion with gun fire coming with it. The cartel men started to yell over the bullets flying past us and them. I was still crouching but beside Ghost’s knee shooting back. When a couple went down I made my way in. Hiding behind some tables before shooting one of the men in the head. Soap came next to me. “Miss this?” He asked.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it, Sargent.” I quipped looking up from my position to see Hassan. “Ghost Hassan is here.”

Ghost nodded, coming in and watching him be hauled ass upstairs. “Shadow 1! Positive ID on Hassan!”

“He is heading upstairs.” Soap said as we all followed him up the stairs.

“Graves he is exiting on the second floor. North west side.” Ghost instructed.

I shot a couple more men before we started to head out. “Yeah that’s Hassan.” The man with him shot a couple rounds before Alejandro popped more and hit the man.

Hassan ran into the other building and I walked in with just him alone and my gun raised. “Get down,” Alejandro yelled at him. “Get down now.” He went to his knees and I grabbed my zip ties and zipped his hands together.

“Who the fuck are you?” Hassan questioned, glaring at all of us.

He was still kneeling on the ground. He glared up at me and snarled before looking at the other men. “Mexican Special Forces,” He leaned down to his face. “You are coming with us.” I looked at Ghost and he was already staring but quickly looked away placing a hand on his radio.

“Shadow 1, Bravo 0-7 Jackpot, I say again Jackpot. Package secure.” He said looking down at Hassan.

“Solid copy 7, what is your exfil?” Graves asked.

“Victor 1-1, exfil is three minutes out.” Alejandro replied. I got up and looked outside, seeing some back up.

“Roger that, the convoy is closing in. Targeting area now.” Graves

As Shadow was engaging the cartel we shot a couple of rounds as we could. Hassan was with Soap since he was on babysitting duty. As the bodies were flying and explosions were booming, Ghost was close enough where I could smell his cologne and gunpowder. God how much I missed that smell. The pine smell to be exact. I turned to look at him and he glanced for a moment before shooting. “You can take a picture Lawson,” He said before looking at you. “I hear that they last longer than that memory of yours.”

I scoffed, standing up. “You would love that wouldn’t you Lt.”

“All stations visible targets down. You’re clear to exfil.” Graves said.

Alejandro saw that both Ghost and I were speaking lowly towards each other so he responded. “Copy that Shadow 1, exfil is inbound.”

I walked away making damn sure my hip swayed a bit more dramatically. Soap picked Hassan up on his feet before shoving him out and down the stairs. We all piled out of the house and towards the car. We watched while Soap pushed Hassan towards the car.

“I am Quds Force Force Major, you have no right-“ He started to spill out.

I opened the door so Soap could push him in “Shut the fuck up.” Soap snarled before hopping in behind him.

Ghost looked at me while the door shut. “I got trunk.” I said before opening that trunk door. He went on the other side, sandwiching Hassan in the middle.

Alejandro and Rodolfo were having their own conversation and Ghost turned to face me. “Good?”

I nodded and we all affirmed we were good before taking off. “Shadow 1, package secure. We’re RTB.”

Rodolfo looked in the rear view mirror. “Not a way to introduce but hello Fox.”

You smiled and nodded. “Wouldn’t have any other way Rodolfo.”

Alejandro chuckled at that. “Hermana conoce su camino alrededor del campo,”(Sister knows her way in the field) Rodolfo nodded laughing with him. “Knows also spanish.”

Rodolfo raised his eyebrows. “De Verdad.” (Really?)

“Si,” (Yes.) I nodded. “I also know Russian as well.”

Ghost looked at me. “Really? I didn’t know that.”

“You didn’t ask.” I looked at him back. His eyes shifted from normal to hurt and back to normal.

Was I being a little snippy, yeah. Did it hurt while doing it? Yeah. But it wasn’t just a 4 month away missing him going to forgive for whatever the fuck happened that night. He might brush it but not me. Fuck no. He gets a little spice.

Hassan grumbled something before Soap nudged him. “Like to speak up, Major?.” Having a little sarcastic tone when saying major.

Hassan just scoffed and rolled his eyes. “No.”

It was a couple miles before we came to a complete stop. “What’s going on?” I asked, looking forward.

“There is possible cartel up ahead,” Alejandro said, leaning more in the middle of the console and looking at Rodolfo. “We should..”

“All stations, what’s the hold up down there?” Graves said like he was hearing the conversation.

Alejandro looked back at us. I shrugged. “Shadow 1 there is movement at the fuel station up ahead. Possible cartel. Roping now.”

Hassan looked behind him to me. “A woman fighting for her country huh,” Ghost looked down at him. “I can never understand why a man would but a woman baffles me.”

I glared at him, biting back my venom words. “Shut the fuck up.” I spat out watching ahead. Ghost looked forward and Soap nudged Hassan.

“No one asked what your opinion was, Major.” Soap said having that sarcastic tone again using Major.

Hassan scoffed and watched ahead as we pulled forward. Once we were a couple meters away from the bridge there was a man in the middle of the road. I had my hand on my gun with my finger on the trigger. “What the fuck.” Soap whispered.

“salir del camino por favor!” (get out of the road please) Rodolfo yelled out to him.

I looked over at the gas station to see anything suspicious but nothing was coming up. “Shadow 1, we may have a situation here.”

“Gun!” Alejandro yelled, as Rodolfo floored it, run into the stand that the man made, next thing I knew, there was a loud crash.

I felt my body slam to the side and down. My ears rang and when I opened my eyes, I got dizzy. I felt whatever I ate this morning running up my throat before pushing it down. I squeezed my eyes a couple of times. I felt someone touch my leg. I flinched and look to see Ghost. He was talking but I couldn’t tell what he was saying. He looked behind him and I saw everyone crawling out.

I nodded and grabbed my rifle crawling through the back window. The ringing stopped and I started to hear bullets and yelling. “Cover! Cover!” Ghost yelled as he joined me shooting back at the cartel.

I shot a couple of times, hitting someone in the shoulder. I looked around, there was a lot of them. “All stations, we are engaging danger close! Give me a sitrep when able!” Grave said in my ear piece.

“Shadow 1, we are up! No casualties! Hassan is secure!” Ghost yelled while behind the flipped car.

It just dawned on me that we flipped. I shook my head as I still felt dizzy. The next thing I knew we were running into a restaurant. “Let’s get up to the roof we will have better view and cover.” Ghost said looking for the hatch for the roof.

First was Ghost then Alejandro and Rodolfo. “Go, I will go last, gotta keep Mr Major here in front at all times.” I said smirking at Soap.

He nodded, pushing Hassan up the ladder. Bullets kept coming through. “Wow, they are terrible shots.” I mumbled while climbing out.

Ghost told them we were on top of the building. As we kept shooting, Hassan and Soap were sitting more off to the side. “We also need an evac bird ASAP.” I suggested still shooting down at the cartel.

“Calling for one right now.” Rodolfo replied.

We kept shooting down, they kept coming. “RPG!” yelled Alejandro, we all ducked but to only feel the rumble. We saw the explosion in the distance.

I looked over and Ghost was signaling Shadow team where to hit the RPGs, “Shadow 1, we have RPGs south east of us, roping them in now.”

“Hard copy.”

I started shooting more hitting some more men. They were coming awfully fast towards the restaurant. I kept shooting down at them. Alejandro was next to me helping to keep them at bay. “Ghost we have some coming from the school!” I yelled.

“Bloody hell!” Ghost yelled then letting Shadow know.

I turned to look over towards Soap and Hassan. “How are you holding up?” Then shooting back down.

“Doing great Hassan is still secure,” He stopped for moment. “Still a prick.”

“And you’re mindless as your weapons of war!” Hassan biting back.

I just chuckled and rolled my eyes. “Bravo 7-1 you are cleared to shut Hassan the hell up.” Graves replied.

I turned to look at the bridge and saw some dust being washed up. “Shit,” I whispered before putting my hand on my radio. “All shadows we have vehicles approaching the bridge.”

“Copy that Bravo 0-8.” That’s when all hell broke. More and more showed up and less and less ammo we had. Shadow was doing their best to hit on all sides. It just kept getting worse.

“I am on my last mag!” I yelled back turning and pressing my back against the edge. Reloading. I looked up and saw Ghost looking at me.

That’s when we heard the choppers, “Incoming friendly helis!” Graves said and we looked up.

Alejandro slapped my shoulder before looking over at everyone. “Ghost, Fox, Soap, Rudy we are leaving!” The helicopter landed behind the building, we all rushed down. I was the last one and Ghost was there helping me down.

I nodded at him and nodded back. We both sprinted in as Hassan was pushed in. “Go go go go!” I yelled as the helicopter took off.

“Shadow we are secure. Package still with us.” Ghost said while putting a sack around his head.

“Solid copy Bravo 0-7. See you soon.” Graves said.

I looked at Ghost finally able to breathe and take a moment in. “How you feeling Fox?” Alejandro asked while pointing at his forehead.

I got the acknowledgement and placed my fingers there. I winced and pulled back seeing some blood. I looked back at him. “Eh nothing I can’t handle.”

Alejandro just laughed and looked forward. My eyes trailed back at Ghost and he leaned in more.“Once we land let me take care of it, princess.”

I looked around to see if anyone heard him but no one turned. I glanced back at him with wide eyes and could feel my cheeks turn red. Damn him. Damn him.

#simon ghost riley x oc #simon ghost riley x allison fox lawson #alejandro vargas #john soap mactavish #rodolfo parra #phillip graves #las almas #los vaqueros #task force 141 #idiots in love

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meetmyblondemuffins · 3 years ago

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Movie Antics

Warnings: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, fingering, penetrative sex

“Tickets for two,” I said enthusiastically to the man standing behind the glass of the old, worn ticket booth. I heard an exaggerated sigh coming from the right of me. Looking over at Sirius, I raised my brows and jutted out my bottom lip, attempting to make him feel somewhat guilty. I squeezed his large hand and further intertwined our fingers. “You’ll live, Siri. It’s only a couple of hours.”

I’d been dying to see this new independent film that had been released a few weeks ago. I had been putting off watching it for some time now because I wanted to watch it with Sirius. I could tell he would’ve preferred being left behind. The entire ten blocks we walked from the cinema he drug his feet like a child who was being forced into a dentists’ office. I was surprised he didn’t throw himself on the concrete; kicking and screaming. Although he didn’t throw a complete tantrum, he did try making up a thousand excuses as to why he absolutely couldn’t bear to see one second of this ‘horrendous-looking film’.

It started from the second we stepped out of the front door and into the chilly breeze of a typical, dreary London day.

“Look how gloomy it is. It’s bound to rain—we should stay in tonight.”

“It’s gloomy every day, Sirius. And besides, I brought an umbrella.”

“But… why walk allllll the way to the cinema in the cold when we could snuggle up in a perfectly warm bed?” I giggled at his suggestion.

“Yeah, I’m sure all you want to do is snuggle up in bed.” I knew that for a fact, Sirius wanted much more than to lie in bed when he’d already try to rid me of my clothing minutes before leaving the house.

He seemed more sex-driven the past few days than I’d seen him before. Everywhere we went, he was ready to go; whether he spontaneously suggested the idea while lounging around at home, or in complete public. Refusing a cluster of his many advances always guaranteed nothing less than spectacular sex later on. It’s like all of his built-up sexual tension was released all at once; It was fantastic.

As soon as we bought our tickets and concessions, we walked into the dimly lit theatre. Scanning the rows of chairs from left to right, I noticed that not a single chair in the entire room was occupied. I supposed nobody was up for a film on a greyer-than-usual Sunday afternoon.

Sirius walked to the first row that was closest to the entrance, leading me with my index finger wound around his. We sat towards the middle of the row.

I would’ve preferred to sit closer to the front, if even just a few rows, but I decided to cut my pouting, child-like boyfriend a bit of slack. Sirius slouched down in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest as the lights dimmed to complete darkness. Immediately following, lights of the previews that covered the far wall flooded the room. It was almost blinding.

Looking over at the silhouette of Sirius’s profile, the glow of the projection outlined the miserable look he had plastered on his face. I almost felt bad for dragging him here, but on the other hand, I think he was being a drama queen about the entire situation.

Reaching over the popcorn that I had resting in my lap, I brought the armrest that was separating us to a vertical position so that I could scoot closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, his flyaway curls brushing against my cheeks.

“I really appreciate you being here, you know.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, lightly kissed my temple, and rested his cheek on the top of my head. So he wasn’t completely resenting being here after all.

Sirius and I always did things for each other that we didn’t particularly want to do. We wanted each other to be happy, and it made our relationship stronger as a whole. I was awoken in the middle of the night to him leaving to go prank students with the other marauders and he went to nearly abandoned cinemas to watch films that he had no-to-negative feelings towards. It balanced out evenly.

Halfway through the movie (and also the bag of popcorn), Sirius’s arm that was resting across my shoulders made its way down to my hip. He leaned in to whisper into my ear.

“It’s not too late to get out of here. We could go out to a nice dinner, go for a romantic stroll through the park,” he drug out the ‘a’ in park, “anything. Anything you want.” Turning my full torso toward him, I cocked my head to the side as to say ‘why, why do you do this to me, Sirius Orion Black’. His expression was originally full of hope—hope that I thought this movie was as terrible as he’d predicted before we’d gotten here.

“Anything, huh?” His eyes filled with glee. But his face dropped immediately as I said:

“Well, I want to stay here.”

He went back to slouching in his chair, his head meeting the back of the headrest. I couldn’t stand seeing him act like this anymore. There was no way I was leaving this cinema until the film came to an end; but perhaps I could offer him a deal.

“If you stay until the end, I’ll do whatever you want afterwards.” A smirk form across his lips and I knew exactly what he had on his mind.

Moments later, I was once again engulfed in the film. The main characters had defied their near-impossible chances of being together, and the romantic/sexual portion came to its peak. I felt Sirius’s lips sneak below my earlobe and begin a trail to my collarbone. “I said afterwards, don’t be so eager,” I said placing my hand on his chest in an attempt to stay focused on what was happening between the characters.

“C’mon, even these poor bastards on screen are enjoying themselves. It’s like they’re mocking me.”

“Well I’m enjoying myself. And what, is ‘fucking in a movie theatre’ something you were planning to cross off of your bucket list before you die?”

“Well it wasn’t before but,—“ I cut him off with a look of disapproval. “There’s not anybody here, we’re sitting in the back. This is perfect!”

Before I could object, Sirius crashed his lips into mine. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. I’d caused him to suffer—or at least act like he was suffering—for a few hours and I suppose I owed this to him. I wouldn’t be missing out on the movie much. It was like I was experiencing what they were doing, but they weren’t in an empty cinema, it was a bit more romantic on their end. However, I didn’t mind much.

Our kiss deepened as his tongue brushed over my bottom lip before it entered my mouth, exploring every corner. His hand lightly cupped my cheek.

I felt Sirius’s fingertips lightly brush over the slightly thin material of my trousers that separated the pads of his fingers from my inner thigh. In a swift manoeuvre, his fingertips slid under the waistband of my trousers and pulled them down, then danced along my skin, igniting sparks as they made their way to my heat. His middle finger slipped past the side of my panties and made firm circles over my clit.

I’d quickly decided not to make this about me. I’d wanted to show Sirius just how much I appreciated him being there, even if I’d practically forced him to.

I palmed his hardening member through his pants and dropped to my knees in front of him. As soon as I unbuttoned and unzipped his skin-tight black jeans, pulling his boxers down slightly, his erection sprung upright, slapping against his stomach. I bit my lip and looked up at him through my lashes lustfully. He shut his eyes, bracing himself for the warmth of my mouth wrapped around him.

I let the tip of my tongue flick over his slit, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum.

“Fuck, don’t tease,” he groaned, loud enough for only me to hear over the booming cinema surround sound. The flat of my tongue glided over his head as I took the shaft into my hand and began stroking, feeling the veins on his thickness. With each bob of my head, I allowed him to venture deeper and deeper into my throat, hollowing my cheeks until I felt the need to gag. His fingers became entangled in my hair, but he let me go at my own pace. I altered my speed and pressure often which made it difficult for him to stifle his moans.

His hand gripped my hair tightly and he threw his head back onto the head rest, his mouth hanging open. I could taste the familiar flavor of his cum spread across my tongue and slide down my throat.

I stood up from the floor and lifted the armrest on Sirius’s left, allowing us more room. I straddled his lap backwards, his chest pressing against my back. The only thing separating us was the thin lace material of my panties. His right hand travelled up my torso, grazing my rib cage and kneading my breast gently. His left hand snaked around my thigh and pulled my panties to the side. He traced shapes roughly around my centre as I let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder.

He nipped at the sweet spot on my neck and I let out a light moan. As good as his fingers felt against me, I need more. I lifted myself up a bit and reached between us to position his hard cock at my entrance. Slowly lowering all the way back down, I gave myself time to adjust to his large size as he filled me to the brim. He continued massaging my throbbing nerves and I rested my hand over his, getting him to apply more pressure. Arching my back against his chest, I could already feel myself tightening around him and he felt it too. I could feel every muscle throughout his body contract. Every time I had sex with Sirius, it always felt like the first time.

Slightly angling myself to find my g-spot, I let out a muffled whimper and shut my eyes tight when I felt his head brush my

G-spot . I slowly began going up and down on his throbbing dick, grinding against him every time my ass met his crotch. With every motion, I felt my knees weaken a little more each time.

Sirius’s breath became harsh and uneven on my neck and I could tell that he couldn’t hold it much longer. Every individual muscle in my lower body starting in my toes began to tighten in a wave, one after another. The pleasure crept up into the pit of my stomach and I reached my high, becoming a shaking mess in Sirius’s lap. His warm load coated my walls and his fingers dug into my thighs, leaving light scratches.

Once I recovered from my orgasm, I noticed the credits of the film beginning to roll and the lights were returning to their original brightness. I collapsed back into my seat and Sirius struggled to reposition himself back into his jeans. I laughed at the sight of him.

“What?” he questioned continuing to fumble with his jeans.

“Maybe if your pants weren’t so tight Mr Black, you wouldn’t be having such a tough time right now,” I mocked him.

“Whatever, I just hope I don’t have as tough of time trying to get them off when we get home,” he grinned, “you did say afterwards, didn’t you?”

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 4 years ago

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Sparks Pt. 5

It has taken me forever but I finally updated Sparks! I’m sorry for making y’all wait so long but I’ve been busy with other stuff and I keep starting series before I finish the first one (I need to stop doing that). I know it’s been a while, if you need to reread the old ones they are all linked in my masterlist, it’s pinned on my page! Anyway I hope y’all like it!

You can read Part 4 Here

Summary:

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff

Word Count: 2298

The ride there was an experience to say the least. Scott drove which meant Jean got shotgun, the rest of you were piled into the backseat. Kurt kept hitting Jubilee in the face with his tail, her hair blew into your face every time the breeze hit, and you were so cramped that you were practically sitting on Peter’s lap. Peter was thankful you couldn't move to turn around, or else you would see how red his face was. He was sitting extremely still too scared to even move. Because if you moved even an inch over, he knew his leather pants wouldn't hide what would form. Scott looked at you guys through the rear view mirror, flashing you a cocky smile. “You guys comfortable?” Jubilee flipped him off while the rest of you grumbled out a no. He laughed and turned back to face the road.

Scott pulled up to a diner and parked, hoping out to open the door for Jean. Kurt wiggled his arm free and opened the door causing you guys to fall out of the backseat. Jubilee fell onto Kurt’s back and Peter ended up falling on you, he caught himself with his hands, you guys inches from one another. You watched his eyes dart down to look at your lips before glancing back up to meet your eyes. You smirked up at him. “If you’re going to pull something like that, at least buy me dinner first.”

Peter felt his face heat up and he started to sputter. You laughed at his flustered state and after a moment he did as well. He liked how casual you were about this and how you were able to joke to ease the tension. He smirked back down at you. “Well maybe after I do buy you dinner we can continue this.” It was your turn to get embarrassed.

“Really guys?” You both looked up to see Jubilee standing with her arms crossed. “Right in front of Kurt.” Kurt was covering his face out of respect for you two and shielding himself behind her. You both turned red and scrambled to get out of the car. Peter let you get up and then hopped out of the backseat behind you. Jubilee pulled you to the back of the group with her and gave your arm a squeeze. “He likes you.”

Peter glanced back at the two of you in between bugging Scott and Jean. He saw you and Jubilee talking in hushed voices and giggling with one another. He felt himself gulp, something told him you guys were talking about him. He caught your eye and whipped his head back around, hoping you didn't catch him staring.

Scott made his way to the front of the group to announce where you were but Peter hip bumped him out of the way. Scott cussed and Peter just sent him a wink and a smile. He turned back to face the group, his eyes locked on you. “Welcome to our favorite diner, Gus’ Games and Grub.” Peter stood at the front of the group his arms held wide open, showing off the diner. You felt yourself smile as you looked around the place, there was an arcade attached to the restaurant, with a prize cabinet and about a million blinking lights and sounds.

“This place is awesome.” Peter watched as you took it all in, his heart swelling at the fact he was able to impress you with his favorite diner.

“So do you guy wanna do for dinner, do you wanna split a pizza or get-”

“Let’s play.” Peter said, cutting off Scott.

“The whole reason we came here was for dinner.”

“No, it was to have fun.” Peter smirked. “Something you wouldn't know anything about.”

“Ooooo.” Jubilee responded as her eyes darted back and forth between the boys.

Scott surged forward but Jean used her powers to stop him, pulling him back towards her by the collar of his sports jacket.

“You guys are acting like children. There is an easy way to decide this.”

“You’re right Jean, battle to the death it is.” Jean rolled her eyes at Peter’s comment.

“Let’s just take a vote. Who wants to eat first?” Jubilee, Kurt, Scott and Jean all raised their hands. “Who wants to play the arcade first?” Peter's hand shot in the air, he sent you a wide smile when he saw you agreeing with him. “Sorry Peter, looks like we’re eating first.” Jean turned toward the counter and Scott sent him a condensing smirk behind her back. Peter stuck his tongue out in response. He didn't care that he lost the vote, he had you on his side.

Dinner was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances. You and Peter kept trying to catch each other’s eye from opposite sides of the booth. He had wanted to sit next to you but Jubilee had beat him to it and she refused to move. As soon as you finished eating Peter slid into the booth next to you as Jubilee got up to throw the trash away. He slung his arm behind the booth and you scooted closer to him, making him blush. He leaned down and gently moved his hand to cup the back of your neck. “Wanna go have some fun.”

“What kind of fun is Maximoff?” You teased, loving the way it made him flush red.

“The best kind there is.” Peter sped off you with you, ditching the other guys as you made your way to the arcade. Peter stood near a dancing machine game and held his hand out towards you with a slight bow. “May I have this dance?”

You curtsied back at him. “Of course.”

You hopped up on the dance floor as Peter put coins in the machine. He used the buttons to scroll through the songs, he stuck his tongue out in concentration trying to find just the right one. He made his selection and joined you on the mini stage. The music started playing and you felt your smile widen. “Oh my god I love this song!”

“Me too!”

You guys turned back to the screen and started to dance, doing your best to coordinate with the colorful arrows on screen. But it was hard to pay attention when you both were too busy looking at one another and singing the lyrics back and forth. You saw Jubilee approaching the machine out of the corner of your eye. She leaned on the bar behind you, Kurt and the others not too far behind. “I was wondering where you guys went.”

“We went to totally dominate this game.” Peter bragged as he scored three bads in a row on the game.

“I can see that.” Jubilee watched as the song ended and the screen showed off your guys' score. It was ranked a D- with a 22% accuracy.

“Man you’re bad at this.” Scott said.

“What like you could do better?” Peter scoffed as he hopped off the stage offering you his hand. You took it and hopped off as well.

“Watch me.” Scott and Jean took your guys places on the game and inserted the coins to play. You and Peter watched with your mouths hanging open as they scored perfect on every step. The song came to an end and they stared at you guys with matching smirks.

“Okay you so totally did better than us.” You admitted. Peter just grumbled out an agreement.

“Because we are better.” Scott remarked.

“Wanna bet?” Peter asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“What kind of bet?”

“Not again.” Jean muttered.

“Whoever wins the biggest prize by the time the place closes gets the keys to your car for the rest of the week.” Peter smirked.

“What do I get?” Scott asked, hesitation in his voice.

“I don’t know what do you want?”

Scott scrunched his face up in concertation for a moment before he answered. Knowing exactly what he wanted if he won. “If I win I get your pac-man machine.”

Peter’s eyes widened, you could see him weighing the risks in his mind. He glanced over at you. He wanted the car so he could ask you out on a date, he wanted to do it right, with a car instead of speeding you somewhere. You gave him a smile and that made up his mind. He turned back to face Scott, a challenging look in his eyes. “I’ll take that bet.”

“Okay so how are we going to do this? Teams?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“So it’ll be me and Jean, you and (y/n) and Kurt and Jubilee.”

“What? Why are we playing? And why do I get Kurt?” Jubilee asked with her arms crossed.

“Hey!” Kurt whined.

“Sorry.”

“It’s more interesting if we all play.” Scott said.

“Plus it’s not like you guys are going to win, it’s either going to me or Scott.” Peter joked and Scott nodded in agreement.

“Really?” Jubilee narrowed her eyes. “We’ll see about that. Come on Kurt.” With that they were gone. Now it was time for the games to begin.

Peter and you sprinted over to the skeeball machines. He put a coin in each one and sped back and forth throwing the ball down the lane, getting the highest scoring points each time. You collected all the tickets, your heart pumping full of adrenaline. You played all the games you could while Peter ran around the arcade beating all the games and winning all the tickets. They made an announcement over the loudspeaker that they would be closing in five minutes, so you and Peter finished off your games and made your way to the counter. Jean and Scott were already there, their ticket pile paled in comparison to yours. Peter opened his mouth to mock them but Jean held up her hand and pointed to the right. You turned and saw Jubilee and Kurt sitting on top of the prize counter. She had three different pairs of sunglasses on and Kurt had about a million scrunchies wrapped around his tail. They were both drinking slurpees, a giant stuffed pink gorilla by their feet. Jubilee lowered her glasses as she took a long sip of her drink. ‘’’Sup losers.”

Peters was gaping at them, glancing back and forth between the giant gorilla and them. “I- huh.. How? WHAT?”

Jubilee held her arms out and slung one around Kurt. “We won.”

“How?!?” Scott asked. “You guys only played like two games!”

“Yeah we won 67 tickets!” Kurt said excitedly. “That’s how we got the sunglasses and scrunchies!” He held his tail up showing them off.

“That still doesn't explain how you won.” You asked with an amused smile on your face.

“My cousin is the manager, I bribed her into giving us the biggest prize.” She pointed down at the stuffed gorilla. “Meet Barbara.” Scott and Peter stared at her with huffy faces getting ready to protest her winning. ‘Hey you never said we couldn't cheat.” Jubilee took another sip of her slurpee.

“Yeah but you still cheated.” Scott argued.

“What like you guys didn't?.” She pointed at Scott and Jean. “I saw Jean using her powers on the basketball machine.” She motioned towards Peter. “And don’t even get me started on this one.”

“Damn you go Jubilee.” You cheered her as she gave a little bow.

“So we win!” Kurt cheered.

“Indeed we do.” Jubilee stuck her hands out in a grabby motion “Keys. Give me.” Scott reached into his pocket and begrudgingly tossed the keys to Jubilee. She caught them with a smirk. “I’ll see you guys in the car, I’m driving.”

You cheered her on as she left. “Never underestimate Jubilee.”

“Agreed.”

“So what are we going to do with all these tickets?” You asked.

Peter took them from you and came back a second later, arms full of prizes. “We can take them home to the kids at the house.”

“That’s so sweet Peter.” He smiled at your praise.

“I uh.. I also got something for you.” Peter set down the prizes in his hands and riffled through them. He pulled out a stuffed turtle from the pile and nervously brought it over to you. You took it in your hands, heart swelling at the action. “His name is Mister Dibbles.”

You looked down at the gentle face of the toy, smiling at it and then back up at peter. “I love him.” Peter gave you a wide smile.

As you guys made your way out of the diner Peter fought with himself back and forth on whether he should still ask you out. By the time he got to the car he had made up his mind. He opened his mouth to ask you but Jubilee grabbed him by the arm and pulled him off to the side.

“You can have the car after tonight.”

“What?” He asked, shock evident on his face.

“You can have the car.” She shrugged. “I know you wanted it so you could take (y/n) on a date.”

“How did you know that?”

“You’re pretty easy to read.” Peter smiled and rushed forward crushing Jubilee in a hug. “Stop that, put me down!” She giggled out.

“Thank you so much.”

“Mhmm and don’t worry I’m not going to take your pac-man machine. But you owe me.”

“Anything.”

“I wanna style your hair.”

“Anything but that.”

“Ugh fine.”

Jubilee and Peter made their way back over to the car. You smiled as you saw Peter getting closer to you. He returned it. “Hey can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Would you maybe… like to.. I don’t know...go out with me?” You felt your face split into a wide smile.

“Of course I would.”

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Cirque de Yuuie - MHA Various x f!Reader

A/N: Hey guys! So this is going to be a multi-part series of one shots. Each part will be a different character. There might be smut, we’ll see what happens. This is the introduction to the plot and characters. Some characters might have multiple parts as well. Let me know if you want anyone specific and also if you’d like to be added to their tag list! Also, let me know what you think! Feedback is always appreciated.

Intro

Your eyes cracked open, taking in the deep midnight hues that were cast over your room. Pale moonlight bathed everything in a faint glow.

You shifted, rolling to look at the clock on your bedside table. You groaned, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of your bed and turned toward your open window. You could hear the boisterous chatter from the streets below. A cool breeze swept in and danced along your heated skin, and you welcomed it with closed eyes and a soft sigh.

Each night you found yourself waking up restless and antsy, unsettled. You’d sit in the confines of your room, and then dress and make your way to the tavern across the road. Tonight was no different.

Your tired limbs trudged across the cobblestone, pushing through drunken bodies that reeked of liquor and sweat.

You grunted as you pushed open the heavy oak door, finding it just as congested as outside. Bodies littered the room heavily, the music and laughter so loud it left your ears ringing. You weaved through the empty spaces and took a seat on a stool by the bar.

“The usual?” You heard a voice called out.

You glanced up, locking eyes with the bar tender as you gave a faint smile and nod.

A glass was slid in your direction a few seconds later, and you wondered if he’d already had it ready for you. You figured that must be the case, it was routine at this point.

“No luck sleeping again, huh?” He said, leaning across the counter as you nursed your drink.

“Afraid not, seems like this is becoming my normal.” You gave a dry laugh, trying to offer up something lighthearted.

“Seems like it. Something troubling you?” His head cocked to the side.

“Just the usual, nothing too bad.” You said, shifting your glass around in your hand.

“Come on now, you waltz in here every night and drink, people with problems that aren’t too bad don’t find themselves perched on one of my stools this often.” He whispered, his gaze intense as he inched across the counter toward you. His hushed voice was lost in the roars of the crowd around you, but you could hear him clear as day.

He wasn’t wrong. You had to give him that. The cluster of people surrounding you dispersed as groups made their way to exit back to the street.

Mummers still resounded around the room, but in the now much quieter atmosphere, you felt yourself relaxing. You leaned forward, propping your elbows against the chipped counter and braced your cheek in your palm.

“I just feel...I don’t know...an overwhelming amount of disinterest in my life. I wake up, I work hard and long days, I come home, eat and bathe and sleep. It’s a never-ending cycle that I’m doomed to repeat each and every day. It all just feels so lackluster.” You said, your voice soft as your eyes gazed at nothing.

“Well, that is quite the conundrum. Might I ask, why don’t you just do something else?” He quipped back with a grin.

“If only it were that easy.” You sighed, eyes slowly drifting back to him.

“Isn’t it, though?” He asked, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Is it?” You asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Hear me out, I’m no stranger to a hard days work by any means, but I like what I do.” He shrugged.

“Making drinks?” You pressed.

“No, I watch people. Get to know them, help them sometimes. You work in a pub and you meet a lot of people, hear a lot of stories. People get a bit of alcohol in them and suddenly their lips become uncontrollably loose.” He chuckled.

“So you’re nosy, then?” You spat back, a smile turning the corners of your lips.

“I prefer curious, it sounds much more pleasant.” He offered.

He turned and grabbed an envelope from behind him and slid it across the counter to you. It was unmarked, other than the intricate wax seal holding it closed.

“What’s this?” You asked, taking it and inspecting the “CdY” ingrained in the seal.

“A chance to escape.” He shrugged, and then leaned back abruptly, hands grasping glassware and a towel to polish the crystals surface.

“What do I owe you?” You asked, standing and grabbing your coin purse.

“Nothing. This ones on me.” He waved his hand.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it. By the way, what is your name?” You asked, tucking the envelope into your pocket.

“Shinso, now get out of here and go off to do whatever it is you do when you stumble out of here each night.” He called, waving his rag at you. You smiled at the mirth lighting his eyes, offering a wave as you turned and made your exit.

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You plopped onto your small wicker chair, it’s grooves lining up with your back perfectly, molded to your body after the countless hours you had spent hunched over in this seat.

Calloused fingertips reached to caress a fine silk that you’d never be able to afford. You pulled it to you, laying it across the table ahead and dug the patterns for a dress from the chest beside you at your feet.

You were a seamstress, and a fairly popular one. Women and men from both high and low society sought you out to tailor and craft their garments.

You had stitched an amazing collection of clothing, from simple gowns to the most intricate of pieces. Your customers had often boasted about your work, that you were able to create anything.

Until recently, you had been doing fairly well for yourself. You had purchased a home of your own, a massive feat for an unwed woman, especially one in her early twenties.

In the last six months, that had changed though. There had been civil unrest, looting and fighting at the capital. The local government had pushed back, increasing taxes heavily. With that blow came another, a new tailoring business on the other side of town. It offered cheap labor, using children from the orphanage as virtually free hands. The turn around was quick, much faster than the length of time it took you to produce a garment. But the quality was terrible. They used cheap labor and cheaper materials.

The first time you had seen their work, you had laughed till tears brimmed your eyes. However, the quick production and cheap cost had ended up hitting you hard. While the wealthy had no issue having you fashion something for them, most everyone else had flocked to them. It wasn’t terribly hard to do a simple stitch. To take in a gown or a suit. Suddenly, you found yourself praying for work as the jobs got fewer and fewer.

Meanwhile the heightened taxes left your coin purse extremely light. You hadn’t struggled like this in a very long time.

You finished the silken garment, folding it delicately over your arm as you took it over to the rack to hang.

Once hung, you patted off your apron and felt the crinkling of the forgotten envelope tucked in your pocket. You pulled it out, fingers dipping into the paper to tear it open. The red of the invitation was so bright, a high quality velvet lined in gold trim. You then wondered the status of your friendly barkeep, but chalked it up to his large amount of connections. Surely, a drunken man could be persuaded into giving an invitation in exchange for a free round.

Your eyes scanned along the paper, reading the fancy script that outlined the details of the event. You scoffed as you made your way back to your chair, shaking your head as the invitation was tossed onto your table.

A few moments passed before you picked it back up and read over the card again.

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Your heels clicked against the pavement as you approached the large gate before you. You were in a state of awe at the lights and music making the night feel alive.

You stopped at the ticket booth, met with a disgruntled employee who looked half asleep. His thick yellow quilt was pulled taunt around his body and his hollow eyes stared at you with something akin to annoyance.

“Welcome to “Cirque de Yuuie”, admission is ¥220.” His bored voice stated monotonously.

“Oh...I actually have an invitation.” You said, giving a weak smile.

He held your gaze for a moment before he quirked a brow, his eyes scanning over you before he gave a sigh and a shrug.

“Alright, give it here.” He held out his pale hand, and you gently placed the invite in his palm.

He quickly pressed a stamp to your hand and shooed you away, so you turned and entered in through the gate.

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You had wandered around the grounds for a while, but saw no familiar faces. It was odd, not even children were present. The cost had been rather high to enter, perhaps it was an adults only event.

After you had completed your lap, you were not too far from the entrance to the large tent in the center of the area. Red and white fabrics were draped beautifully, tied off with an intricately woven gold banding.

As you went to step forward, a large wooden pole cut in front of you, you gasped, your head shooting up to find a cheerful looking clown above.

“Whoops! S’cues me miss! Almost stepped on ya there!” He laughed, his painted lips opening to reveal his bright smile.

“Oh, no I’m sorry! I was enthralled by everything and wasn’t paying attention.” You waved him off.

“Ah don’t worry about it, it’s a beautiful night, and the tent looks great! I’ve been distracted by it myself! The names Mirio, by the way.”

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

He nodded and stepped to make his way off back into the crowd.

“HEY WAIT!” You heard a loud voice call out, and not a moment later, two more clowns turned the corner. One with green hair raced along side a blonde with large sunglasses and a lightening-shaped black streak in his hair. They were tailed by a very awkward and scared looking mime who ran behind them silently looking like he was going to be sick.

“Come on, Amajiki! Hurry up!” The blonde clown yelled behind him, causing the mime to flinch and pick up the pace. You laughed at their antics, they were definitely a good source of entertainment.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THIS IS YOUR ANNOUNCER: PRESENT MIC, PLEASE GATHER TO THE MAIN TENT AS THE FESTIVITIES ARE ABOUT TO BEGIN.....YEAAAHHH!!!!” A loud voice blared through the speakers overhead.

You pushed through the gathering crowd, entering through the fabric doorway. The ceilings were vaulted, and you were amazed by how large it seemed inside.

Chatter broke out amongst those around you as you passed a sign that read “Yuuie’s Spectacular Freak Show!”

You followed the corridor, peering in the labeled rooms as you passed by.

“Strongest Men Alive! All Might and Red Riot!” Inside the room were two muscular men. The blonde man was tall, looming over the crowd as he smiled and flex. The redhead was laying on a bed of nails, and a crazed looking woman with pink hair walked across him while he looked on unfazed.

“One Body- Two Men! Twice!” A man sat, arguing with himself, the crowd would call out questions and he’d answer two opposing ways, often breaking out into an argument. The crowd giggled and taunted as he yelled seemingly to himself.

“The Vampire: Toga!” Your stomach twisted as you watch the girl give a cat-like grin and chug a vial of blood. Shackles held her to her spot but she called out to the audience, telling them to come closer and let her have a drink.

“Invisible Girl: Toru!” You blinked at the empty room, rolling your eyes as you pushed past to the next stall.

“Frog Woman: Tsuyu!” A girl in a green dress crouched in a pool, her long tongue falling from her mouth as her large hand gave a wave. You couldn’t help but notice her webbed fingers and the faint croaks.

“Worlds Largest Woman: Mt Lady!” An insanely large woman sat on her knees, smiling and chatting with the audience. She was beautiful, but had to be at least 9’ tall.

“World’s Largest Man: Fatgum!” A very large man sat in the center of the room smiling and waving as he let children drift into his stall and eat from the various sweets lining the table beside him. Though the adults around you spoke insults quietly, you couldn’t help but think the man looked very kind. You smiled softly at the sight of a child hugging him in thanks before returning to their mothers side.

“Bird-Man: Hawks!” A young man laughed loudly, his beautiful red wings flapping as he gave a slight show to those who watched. Many looked on in awe and wonder, and women swooned at his charm. His feathers seemed to almost sparkle and while you noticed something mischievous in his gaze, you were mesmerized nonetheless.

“Dabi the Dragon and the Indestructible Bakugou!” This room was larger, and smoke poured out. You were curious about this one, as there was no crowd gathered out front. You only saw one person, a rather attractive but angry looking man, growling as he noticed you. He rolled his eyes as he lit off explosives in his hands.

Your hands shot up to cover your eyes, before peering out to see the man looked fine, bored even.

“That was amazing!” You exclaimed.

“Course it was!” He sneered.

Suddenly, the curtain behind him rustled and another man emerged from the darkness. He was shirtless, his body scared in burns that wrapped around his torso, arms and face. His black hair spiked wildly, just like the blonde beside him. He smirked at you, sauntering toward you before lifting your chin with his index finger.

“Want me to put on a show for you, doll face?” He whispered. You nodded mutely, feeling much like the mime you had saw earlier that night. He chucked and stepped back. His hand grasped a bottle and he turned his back toward you, taking a large swig from the drink.

He abruptly turned back, and blue flames shot from his mouth and filled the room. You could immediately feel the immense heat and no longer wondered how his scars came to be.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, giving a small cough before grinning at you.

“Well, what’d ya think, princess?”

“It was amazing! Does it hurt?” You asked.

“Hmm? Nah, not really. Just burns a little.” He snickered at his joke while Bakugou rolled his eyes in the background.

“I also do a bit of sword swallowing.” He added, stepping in close to you.

“Oh, yeah? That’s a neat talent to have.” You spat back awkwardly.

“I could teach you, after the show that is. I’ve got a good one for you to practice on.” His deep voice said in a hushed tone, hot breath hitting you as his hand gripped the crotch of his pants.

You stumbled back quickly, mumbling about needing to find a seat, and then ran off to the main room of the tent.

Your heart was pounding as you took an empty seat in the front row that had your invitation number on it.

The lights around you dimmed and the seats behind began filling quickly. People chatted amongst themselves until the music changed and the curtains at the far side of the tent were drawn.

A pale looking man with light blue hair and red eyes slowly walked out, taking center stage.

“Welcome. I’m so glad all of you came to join us for the show.” His hoarse voice spoke out loudly. His eyes dragged along the audience, taking in those around him.

“My name is Shigaraki and I’ll be your host tonight. You’ll see things that you never imagined, acts of wonder put on display before you. Prepare to be in awe and amazed.” He cheered, giving and eerie grin.

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Halfway through the show, they called for an intermission. The lights brightened as people stood and flocked outside to grab drinks and food.

You stayed put, reflecting on the show so far. There had been an amazing act with tightrope walking, acrobats and aerial silks. They had been called “Children of the Sky” by those sat around you. Aoyama, Mina, Uraraka and Nejire were their names.

Then there had been the father and son act of fire performance. Enji and Shouto Todoroki. They danced with fire and spun batons and hoops that were blazing. Their act would have been more enjoyable if the father had been quiet, but instead every few moments he’d call out to his son correcting his posture and moves. Mid performance, Dabi had joined them on stage. His blue flames shining brightly in contrast. He had quickly noticed you and his eyes lit up as your stomach filled with dread.

He marched over, pulling you from your seat as gasps and whispers of his damaged skin rang through the crowd. He didn’t seem to notice. Or didn’t care. He had spun you around, dancing as his azure fire lit his arms. You were worried you’d be burned, but the fire never touched your skin. He brushed his arms with his hands, extinguishing the flame, as the music had haunted. You watched the smoke rise from his skin as you frowned, but he simply took your hand and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of it before walking away.

You heard a voice rasp out “fucking show off” before seeing the angry blonde, Bakugou, take off after him.

Now you sat, watching a small man with balls on his head. He wore a jesters outfit and juggled before those left seated in the crowd. Slowly he made his way to you.

“Hey, how do you know Dabi?” He asked bluntly, wonder in his eyes.

“Oh, I don’t. Not really. I saw him in the freak show. That’s all.” You said, uncomfortable with the small mans leering.

“You actually watched him?” He asked dumbfounded. “No wonder he’s all over you.”

“What do you mean?” You asked perplexed.

“Uh hello, he’s gross looking. Definitely not as attractive as someone like me.” He beamed at you. You stayed quiet, unsure of how to respond and afraid to break the poor guys dilution.

“Hey I also do puppet stuff, you wanna see?” He asked, tone chipper.

“Oh, no that’s okay-“

“Okay cool, watch this!” He cut you off, pulling a small puppet from his suit. He dropped it and it limply hit the ground, the string much too long for him. The puppet dragged around weirdly as the jester spoke in a high pitch, giving the wooden body a voice.

You blinked, watching the train wreck as the doll slid through the dirt, getting jerked around by the man before you. He picked up the puppet and threw it at you, it landing in your lap. Then he pulled the string and yanked it back to the ground. You abruptly stood and walked away, hearing him call after you, but you only quickened your pace.

Once outside in the fresh air, a loud bellowing laugh burst from your lips. That was the weirdest thing you’ve ever had to deal with and you had been holding in laughing in the strange boys face.

“Seems like you’re enjoying the show.” A voice cut in.

Your head quickly spun, meeting the red eyes of the ring leader.

“Yeah! It’s nice, you guys are doing an amazing job!” You scratched your neck, feeling the hairs on your arms standing at the sudden tension as the mans smile fell.

“You weren’t invited here.” He stated.

“I...well I was given an invitation.” You replied.

“It wasn’t yours though. It wasn’t meant for you.” He said, eyes blank as his head cocked to the side.

“No, it wasn’t. I don’t know who it belonged to. A bartender gave it to me.” You explained.

“Hmm, is that so? Well, do enjoy the show then. But do me a favor, sit in a different seat when you go back in.” He sneered, and then he was gone as quickly as he had appeared.

You headed back inside, choosing a different seat in the front row that had been unclaimed earlier.

The music roared again as the clowns, Midoriya, Kaminari and Mirio, put on a show. Kaminari was being shocked while Midoriya rode around on a unicycle. Mirio stayed on his stilts and walked around the stage dancing and doing tricks. The trio was truly fun to watch, and then the mime, Amajiki, was shoved forward. A spotlight hit him as he stood frozen in fear.

“Come on buddy, you can do it!” Mirio whispered loudly in support.

Amajiki took in a big breath and lifted his arms, hands shaking as he formed an invisible wall in front of himself when a box hit him in the head and a drunken man “booed”. Amajiki immediately rushed to the shadows, pressing his face into the wall of the tent as an air of dread surrounded him.

“Uhhh...look over here!” Midoriya yelled out, pulling the attention of the crowd as he gave a large shock to Kaminari. Kaminari then “beeped” and “booped” and drooled as he wobbled around. The audience cheered and laughed.

Finally it was time for the final act of the night, the mysterious and powerful Mr. Compress.

A spotlight roamed the stage, and in a cloud of smoke he appeared. He wore a mask, top hat and yellow overcoat. His cane tapped against the floor with each step he took.

“Tonight, I will make you question everything you know about the world. Everything you believe to be real!” He called, and the crowd went wild, hooting and hollering.

He started with a few jokes, one about how he wasn’t the type to pull a rabbit from his hat, but then his hat shifted and he took it off. He pulled out the first rabbit, and then another, and then two more. You laughed at his seeming confusion. Finally, he plopped his hat back on his head and called out Bakugou to the stage. Bakugou marched to him, stomping his feet and crossing his arms as he came to a stop beside the magician.

Mr. Compress draped a large piece of fabric over the man, and then quickly pulled the cloth back to reveal a confused looking Shouto.

“I was just over there.” Shouto said, pointing to the other side of the tent.

“Yes! And now you’re over here!” Compress smiled, giving a grand wave of his arm.

“Aren’t I the one doing the magic then?” Shouto said blandly while Compress laughed.

“Alright then, do another trick for us.” Mr. Compress said, his tone amused. Shouto stood there silently, expression blank.

“I’m-“

“YOUR FIRE! USE YOUR FIRE SHOUTO!” His father yelled from off stage. Shouto glanced behind him, annoyance radiating from him.

“No. Nevermind. Just put me back where i was.” He said to Compress. Not a second later, the cloth was thrown over him and pulled off to reveal what looked like 100 butterflies.

The crowed oohed and awed in response, and you felt your eyes widen in amazement as well. It was so quick, you were trying to understand the trick, but could hardly wrap your head around it. This guy was good.

He went through a few more tricks, each a little better than the last. Finally he called for a volunteer from the audience.

Many hands shot into the air, while yours meekly raised. You weren’t one who gravitated to the spotlight, in fact, you had no desire to go onto the stage and have everyone’s eyes on you. But, you had promised yourself you’d let go for tonight and do as the bartender recommended. Escape.

Perhaps he could sense your distress, or maybe it was just because you were the closest to him, but he slowly walked toward you and extended his hand.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love it if you could assist me madam.”

You smiled, cursing inwardly at yourself, as you took his hand and let him pull you to your feet and lead you to the stage.

Red Riot ran over holding a heavy wooden chair, one you might find used as a throne.

Compress lifted the bottom of his mask and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, much like Dabi did, before directing you to take a seat. You did as you were asked, feeling the heat of the light on you, thankful that it’s blinding light prevented you from being able to see the crowd.

Mr. Compress started his speech about defying nature, and the use of powerful magic.

“Do not look away for a second, it is imperative you see your reality bent before you. With the help of my beautiful assistant, I will show you that the limitations we set for ourselves are often just an illusion. Anything you can think of is possible!”

He turned toward you, pulling the yellow coat from his body and leaving himself in his black vest and pants, the orange shirt beneath now visible. He pushed up his sleeves and held his hands outstretched toward you. You felt the chair jerk and sucked in a breath. It lurched again, and soon you were floating above the ground. You kicked your feet and smiled, trying your hardest not to shift in the chair.

Then the lights flickered, and a spotlight fell from the ceiling, crashing into the empty seat that had been assigned to your invitation.

In the moment of chaos, the chair dropped harshly, cracking against the ground as the impact tossed you to the side. You grunted, the wind knocked from your lungs and your eyes unfocused after smacking your head in the fall.

Screams were heard as the crowd panicked and scattered, the roars of animals following after them.

A harsh tug lifted you back onto your feet, and in the darkness you could see nothing, but allowed the person to drag you from the tent as your head spun.

Your mind was trying to process as you were pulled into a trailer, and as your body met the cot inside, you fell unconscious.

#dabi x reader #bakugou x reader #mr compress x reader #shigaraki x reader #mirio x reader #amajiki x reader #midoriya x reader #todoroki x reader #fatgum x reader #aizawa x reader #shinsou x reader #hawks x reader #kirishima x reader #all might x reader #endeavour x reader #kaminari x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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emerald-chaos · 4 years ago

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Coney Island

Hi friends! I appreciate all the love and response I’ve gotten for my writing over the past week or so. You guys sure know how to make a gal feel loved! This is another little idea that came one night when I was screaming to a good friend of mine (which is how a lot of my ideas come to me lmao) about how pre-serum 1940s Steve deserves the best. It’s not necessarily my best work, but Steve Rogers deserves some love too. I hope you guys enjoy! Also please feel free to let me know what you guys would like to see me write next :) Enjoy! xo

Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader

Word count: 1895

Warnings: swearing and bad attempts at being funny lol

a/n: this was uploaded on mobile because I’m at work tonight so if it looks funky I apologize! I’ll try to fix it after I finish my 3 night stint lol.

As the sun began to set and the hot July air began to cool, Steve couldn’t believe the situation he’d found himself in yet again.

“Come on, pal,” Bucky chuckled as he pat his friend roughly on the shoulder, “I’ve never met someone who was this upset to meet up with a couple of beautiful ladies.”

“What? And somehow be the third wheel on a double date again?” Steve quipped back at his long time friend.

Bucky replied with a roll of his eyes and waved off his friend, turning his body toward the Coney Island parking lot to see if he could find the girls they were supposed to be meeting.

Steve regretted that he sounded so bitter, but these “double dates” that Bucky dragged him on were somewhat of a joke. It was always the same song and dance. The girl who Bucky was attempting to court would bring a friend, either for moral support or to try and set her up, and that friend would always be wholly disappointed when she saw that Steve was who she was stuck with. Steve knew that not every girl had to like him, of course, but occasionally it would be nice to be as sought after or wanted as Bucky was - or at least to not be looked through by every girl he met.

“There they are,” Bucky grinned, raising his arms above his head to signal the two, “over here!”

Steve took a deep breath and prepared himself for the inevitable look of disappointment that he had become so accustomed to. Instead, as he turned he was met with a stunning pair of eyes and a soft smile splayed across the most incredible pair of lips he’d ever laid his eyes on. Seeing you made him feel like all the air had been forced out of his lungs and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t catch his breath. The only other time he remembered experiencing the sensation was after a particularly bad time that he had gotten the living hell beat out of him in the alleyway - except this time, it was a good feeling.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Steve.” You said, your voice soft and warm - like honey.

There’s no way that could be a blush on your cheeks, right?

“Well, we already got our tickets,” Bucky’s voice brought Steve back to the present, “so what do you say we head in?”

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For the first time in, well, forever, Steve actually found himself enjoying the evening. The small talk didn’t feel stiff or forced, you never recoiled at any of the accidental touches throughout the night, and you actually looked him in the eyes when you were having a conversation. If you were disappointed in being stuck with Steve, you hid it pretty well.

The unrelenting sun had finally set and the colorful lights of various rides and booths reflected off of the water. You had been on a couple rides, enjoyed some hot dogs and funnel cakes, and now the group of you had been sucked into one of those carnival game booths. Bucky was attempting, as usual, to show off for your friend by trying to win her a stuffed animal.

“Would you like to take a walk or something?” Your voice captured Steve’s attention as he turned to look at you. You grinned a little before adding, “It’s kind of sickening to stand here and watch them act like this.”

Steve was caught off guard, both at the jab directed to your friends and the fact that you would even consider being alone with him.

“I, uh, yeah, sure, we could do that,” he nodded quickly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You smiled and started down the boardwalk.

This is too good to be true, right? He thought to himself. She’s obviously just trying to be nice.

“Steve?” your voice cut through his doubts. He hadn’t even realized that you made it several feet away from him and he was still planted in the same spot.

“Oh! Yeah, coming! Sorry!” Steve blushed as he hurried to catch up with you.

The two of you walked side by side for a few minutes, an oddly comfortable silence lingering between you.

“How are-”

“Have you-”

Steve’s eyes met yours as you both began to speak simultaneously and you shared a laugh together. Steve could feel the warmth rising in his face and he hoped to God that he wasn’t blushing like an idiot.

“You first,” he smiled softly.

“I was just going to ask how long you and James have known each other?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

And there it was.

To anyone else the question would seem innocent, but Steve knew better. You had only drawn Steve away so you could question him about his friend - the same way every other person before you had done. There was a heat building inside Steve’s stomach. How could he be so stupid? How could he actually believe that someone like you could be interested in someone like him?

“T-the only reason I ask is,” you blurted, sounding...nervous? “well, because the two of you are so different. I mean, not in a bad way! Just like, James is so...cocky and loud and you’re...well you’re not.”

Steve stopped walking and looked at you. His thoughts were racing through his brain like a freight train. What exactly were you trying to say?

“God I'm so bad with words,” you laughed, shaking your head, “just forget I said anything at all.”

“You don’t have to feel bad for me, you know. If that’s what this is.” Steve couldn’t hold back the words, and they sounded much colder than he meant them to. He was just so tired of living in his friend’s shadow. The only time girls were ever nice to him was because they wanted to impress Bucky. He was sure that’s what you were doing too.

Once he noticed your brows furrow and a look of sadness overcome your face, he wanted nothing more than to rewind time and take his words back.

“Is that the type of person you think I am, Steve?” Your voice came out a little shaky, but Steve could still hear the hurt he had caused.

Steve sighed and rubbed his face.

“I’m sorry,” he started as his hands fell from his face and he met your gaze again, “I’m just...I’m not used to this.”

“And what exactly is this?” you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Someone on these double dats being interested in me.”

He could tell that his words caught you off guard. You were quiet and your arms slowly fell to your side. Steve was having trouble reading your expression, but it looked somewhere between someone who saw a puppy left on the side of the road and someone who was trying to understand a foreign language.

“Just...Just forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.” Steve waved his hand, as if he was trying to dismiss the conversation.

What he didn’t expect was for your hand to intertwine with his.

Steve’s gaze lingered on your connected hands for a minute before traveling to meet your eyes.

“You’re not very good at this, Rogers.” You said with a small laugh, “Here I was, thinking I was being too obvious.”

“I-I’m afraid I don’t follow,” Steve slowly responded.

You laughed again, the sound slowly becoming one of his favorites. Before he knew what was going on, you were pressed flush against him and capturing his lips with yours.

This would make the third time Steve had felt the wind be knocked from his lungs.

The kiss was slow, soft, and unlike any other he had ever experienced. It reminded him of the time his dad told him how he knew his mom was the one.

Well, when we kissed it felt like the rest of the world melted away. At that moment in time, it was just her and I.

A shiver ran down his spine as the warmth of your lips left his. As though he was drunk or coming out of a haze, it took him a moment to open his eyes and focus his vision back on you. There was a cute pinkness to your cheeks and you had a doe-eyed expression. It took a moment for the heartbeat in his ears to fade away - the joyful screams of park patrons and whirring of machinery returning.

“I like you, Steve,” You told him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “In fact, I've liked you for a while.”

You watched as Steve’s adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.

“You,” Steve cleared his throat as the word came out as a squeak, “you do?”

That smile he adored returned to your lips as you nodded, “I do.”

Before he had an opportunity to respond, you were speaking again.

“I see you at school, you know, around town too. I’ve always noticed how kind you are to everyone. The way you hold the door open for the old ladies at Church. That one time you gave Johnny your lunch because his parents forgot to pack him one?” the smile on your face growing bigger as you recounted the times in which you fell for Steve Rogers, “I mean, what’s not to like.”

Steve felt an asthma attack coming on.

“James is nice and all,” you leaned in then, as if you were telling a secret, “but he’s also kind of a bastard.”

Steve couldn’t hold back the laugh that tumbled from his lips and you quickly joined him. This felt like some sort of twisted dream to him - you standing here, confessing your feelings to him. Never in a million years did he think someone as beautiful as you would even talk to him, let alone have feelings for him.

“Obviously I’m kidding, but in all honesty... you are one of the best men I’ve ever met, Steve. I’m sorry that any one has ever made you feel less than.” You squeezed his hand again.

This time it was Steve who initiated the kiss, holding your face between his hands as he moved his lips against yours. Your hands found a place on his waist and your bodies slotted against one another - like they were two puzzle pieces made to fit into one another. You tasted sweet, like funnel cake, and your lips were soft against his slightly chapped ones. Steve hadn’t kissed very many people in his lifetime, but if this were the last kiss he got to have - he could die a happy man.

“Ahem,”

The two of you separated to see your friend, holding a huge stuffed bear, and Bucky standing before you, grinning like fools.

“Are we interrupting something?” Bucky mocked the two of you, sending a wink to Steve.

“Shut it, Buck.” Steve warned, although he couldn’t help but grin back at his friend.

“Come on, lovebirds” Bucky teased, “my girl here wants to ride the ferris wheel again.”

You smoothed out your dress and smiled at Steve, lacing your fingers once again with his as the two of you followed your friends toward the ferris wheel.

For once, Steve was going to have to thank Bucky tomorrow.

#Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #preserum steve #Chris Evans characters #steve rogers fic #Steve Rogers imagine #captain america #captain america x you #steve rogers x y/n #marvel fanfiction #1940s!steve

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halcyonstorm · 4 years ago

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Buttered Popcorn

“In the trip to Marley, I imagine Onyankopon would tell Levi and Hange to go to the movies, because he thought Hange would love it. (I imagine they would go without Onyankopon) So, in the cinema, at the beginning when the lights of the projector turn on she would be super excited and Levi would hush her. And well, the movie would begin… (I don’t care the genre) and I imagine they would get a little close, maybe arms touching? But then the typical romance scene would appear, with the actors kissing, and so they would get conscious of the situation, Levi would get awkward and separate from Hange, and I don’t know anymore. I think it can be funny, fluffy and whatever you feel like :)”

Hi! Thank you for leaving me a submission! I altered what you said a little bit, but I hope it’s still enjoyable. Some of the movies I added are recent, so just please disregard that the movies definitely came out after their lifetime. I really enjoyed writing this, so thank you!

Marley was hustling and bustling. Every weekend, markets would open up and merchants would gather in the center of the city to sell their items. All sorts of items, including fruit, jewelry, books, liquor, ice cream, and even animals. Today was the day that the 104 was able to forget about Titans for a little while. Onyankapon decided to take advantage of that.

“Hey, Levi,” Onyankapon whispered, touching his upper back, gesturing for Levi to walk with him. He pulled him away from Hange for a moment. Hange was purchasing something at a stall. “The kids are going to that restaurant down the block for an early supper.” He gestured towards the road behind them. “You and Hange should go on a date.”

Levi scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Why would you ask me, specifically, to go on a date with her?”

“Cut the crap, Levi. We all know you like her,” Onyankapon said. Levi shot him a death glare, which made Onyankapon’s shoulders tense. They walked a little further while Levi contemplated his decision.

“…Fine. I’ll keep her company to make sure she doesn’t wander off,” Levi agreed. Onyankapon smiled wide.

“Great! There is a cinema down the block on the right side. You should take her there. I’m sure she’d love it.” Did he already plan our date? Levi asked himself.

“What’s a cinema?”

“It’s where you sit in a big theater and a movie is shown on the screen. You can buy all sorts of food too. There are a ton of showings. Horror, romance, comedy, action; You should go with her and decide. They’re showing movies at all times of the day.”

Levi nodded in understanding. Where was the Commander, anyways?

“The movies…” he muttered to himself. He, himself, had never seen a movie before. He figured Hange would enjoy it. Plus, he could spend some alone time with her.

Levi turned his head to look behind him. He narrowed his brows. “Where’d Hange go?” He asked aloud, noticing Onyankapon disappeared as well. He began pushing through the flow of the crowd to find her. He was starting to panic. His heart rate started to pick up, adrenaline coursing through his veins. This new city was enormous compared to their little island of Paradis. She’d be gone, forever stuck in enemy territory. It was then he suddenly noticed Onyankapon from his tall stature, who must’ve stopped walking with Levi at some moment in which he couldn’t quite remember. He was standing casually, chatting with someone. He jogged over to him and found Hange. Levi rolled his eyes.

“Hange, stay with the group,” Levi enunciated. Hange just smiled, pushing out a wafer cone with a creamy substance on top.

“Try this!” She said. Levi was confused. After a moment of him just staring at it, she took his hand, placed his fingers around the cone, and let go. “Try it. It’s good.”

Hange had a cone for herself. “It’s called ice cream. This is vanilla. It’s so sweet and creamy and cold and soooooooo good!!”

Levi bent his head down towards the cone, awkwardly opening his mouth to lick it. The woman-you’re-in-love-with’s hand touching yours can be very convincing after all. An eyebrow raised in interest.

“Mm… Not bad.” Levi noticed Onyankapon was staring at him. He kept weirdly shaking his head towards Hange and clearing his throat. Is he okay? he asked himself. Levi shook his head quickly at him, as if to ask what the fuck?

Onyankapon rolled his eyes dramatically, patting Hange’s back. “I’ve gotta use the bathroom. Levi, keep an eye on Hange.” He winked at Levi. Levi is so fucking dense, Onyankapon thought to himself, passing by them to find a bathroom. Oh. That’s why he was acting funny, Levi thought to himself.

Hange started walking next to Levi, licking her ice cream. She really likes it, Levi thought to himself. It made him happy. He figured now was the only appropriate time to ask her out… He had to make it as casual as possible. He felt his heart start to race and his hands begin to shake. It wasn’t a big deal. We are just hanging out like we usually do. Then he thought maybe he didn’t have to even say anything. He can lead them to the cinema and somehow draw her attention that she’ll ask him. Yep. That’s what he was going to do.

“Let’s go this way,” Levi said, grabbing her wrist gently. He didn’t want to lose her in the crowd, knowing how her attention span can be short at times. Hange was really grateful to be spending the day with him and that he wanted to spend it with her.

The pair got through the crowd in the center of the city. They passed some stalls on the outskirts when he finally noticed the cinema. There was a huge red and white sign at the top. There were black letter cards that read multiple movie titles, including “Psycho”, “The Wizard of Oz”, “The Godfather”, and “The Best Years of Our Lives.” There was a ticket booth in the center with glass doors on either side. Levi had finished his ice cream cone and had a wrapper remaining. Hange finished too. Great, he thought. There’s a trash can right by the cinema. I’ll go over there, draw her attention this way, and she’ll invite me to go in.

“I’ll take your wrapper,” he said, putting his hand out.

“It’s okay, I got it,” Hange replied.

“Give it to me,” he said sternly. Hange chuckled nervously.

“Okay. There’s a trash can right there on the left,” she said, pointing in the opposite way of the cinema.

“I see one over there. I’ll throw it out there.” He had already walked towards the cinema before she could respond. There weren’t many people on this street, so Hange had a clear view of Levi.

“Oh! Levi!” Hange started walking quickly over to him. “Onyankapon told me about the cinema… Let’s go watch a movie!” Levi smirked to himself.

“I guess,” he replied, being coy. My plan worked.

Hange seemed to light up once they walked in the building. It was very pretty inside. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, huge movie posters propped on easels, and there were red and yellow flashing lights around each theater room which also lined the floor. The smell of butter filled their nostrils.

“What’s that smell?” Hange asked aloud, walking towards the counter.

“Popcorn!” the employee responded. “Would you like some?” Hange looked behind the lady, noticing a huge red glass box with yellow and white kernels inside.

“Yes! Large.” The employee smiled, starting to fill a large bucket with popcorn. Hange suddenly had a burst of energy. “What movie do you want to see?” She asked Levi.

“Hmm… Half of them sound boring.”

“I’ll pick,” Hange nodded.

The employee handed them their bucket. Hange’s eyes widened and glistened. It smelt so good. There were a few wet pieces at the top, fresh with drizzled butter and the salt glistened in the light. The bucket was very warm.

“Which movie would you two like to see?” she asked.

“Hmm… Psycho,” Hange replied. “I’m not sure what it’s about, but I like the sound of it!”

The employee grinned, handing her the tickets. “I hope you enjoy!”

“Thanks!!”

Hange happily walked down the hallway with the bucket of popcorn. She offered some to Levi. He was stubborn, but Hange insisted he tried it. As it turns out, he loved it. It was salty and buttery, but a light snack. It was perfect for movies.

They found the movie theater their movie was playing. It was completely dark in the room, except for the bright screen. Hange gasped.

“Whoa!” She exclaimed. “This screen is HUGE!”

“If you eat that entire thing, something else will be huge later too.”

Hange chuckled. “Oh, Levi…” She seemed like she was gonna continue, but she didn’t. “Let’s sit up there!” Before Levi looked her way, she was already climbing the stairs up to the higher chairs. Levi passively agreed, following her. He thought she looked very handsome today. He enjoyed seeing her in a suit.

She picked a seat in the middle, weeding her way through. She finally sat down with a plop.

“I’m so excited!” Hange whispered loudly, smiling wide. Levi’s heart swelled at the sight.

“Just keep it down,” Levi said endearingly, taking the popcorn from her. Hange was staring at the screen, eyes wide in excitement. “I have no idea what it’s about!!”

Levi felt the urge to kiss her right there. After all, no one would see. It was dark and people were mumbling amongst themselves. No one would be able to see them here. He, however, held back his urge.

The small lights on the walls around them dimmed, hinting that the movie was starting. Creepy music started playing. Hange’s grin was still ear-to-ear, eyes wide. She was loudly munching on popcorn. Levi shushed her, grabbing some popcorn with his hand. It was unlike him, but he shoved it in his mouth. He wasn’t gonna tell her that he loved it (unless she asked, of course).

The movie began. It was beginning with a lady stealing money and driving away in a car, not knowing someone has been stalking her. She had bought a new car and changed her look, trying to ward the guy off. It started to get really creepy after this. She was in a motel room, beginning to strip. Hange felt extremely awkward, as did Levi. This feeling, however, quickly dissipated. She got in the shower, and the creepy man broke into her room, starting to slowly make his way to her bathroom. When they showed his dagger, Hange gasped.

“Oh my god! She’s gonna die!” Hange whispered loudly to Levi.

“No, she’s not,” Levi said, but definitely lying. He was getting nervous too.

Suddenly, it happened. The man whipped open the shower curtains, stabbing the lady in the shower to death. She screamed bloody murder, pun intended.

Levi and Hange screamed. Hange was sure that he never screamed in his life until now. A few others screamed in the audience as well. Levi unintentionally grabbed Hange’s hand, still a bit greasy from the popcorn.

“I told you she was gonna die!” Hange nagged, her voice normal now.

“Well, I didn’t expect them to show it on screen!” Levi replied whispering.

“I am NEVER showering again!” Hange whispered loudly.

“It’s not like you shower to begin with!” Levi replied back to her. Someone loudly shushed them in the audience. Hange giggled softly.

“Maybe you’ll just have to knock me out again.”

Their hands remained laced throughout the entire movie, Hange accidentally squeezing way too hard when a scary scene was shown. Levi blushed each time this happened. He really liked holding her hand. It turns out that this movie was on a whole other level of fucked up, but it was right up Hange’s alley. She loved crazy shit like this. Levi was starting to get weirded out but every time he looked at Hange, that feeling went away. Finally, the movie ended, and the credits rolled out. People in the audience were clapping. Hange made a questionable face at Levi before softly clapping her hands together. Levi placed his hand on her chin and turned her face towards him.

“You have something on your cheek,” Levi said. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, inspecting her face.

“Oh, it’s probably popcorn,” Hange chuckled, her cheeks flushing red. Thank God the room was still a bit dark.

He started to smush the kerchief on her cheek, trying to rub off the butter. He was looking at her so intricately, so carefully. The lights started to brighten the room again. They were almost alone in the theater.

“There you go,” Levi said, folding his dirty kerchief and placing it in his pocket. Hange was feeling adventurous today. He got her all hot and bothered by staring so beautifully at her face.

“You’ve got something on your face, too,” Hange said nervously. Levi knitted his brows.

“Where?”

“Here,” She said, slowly leaning in. She placed a soft but sweet kiss on his beautiful lips. Levi was shocked, pleasantly shocked. He kissed her back for that brief moment. His cheeks flushed red as he tried to hide his excitement from her kiss.

When she pulled away, their eyes locked.

“I think I missed a spot,” Levi said softly, placing his hand on her cheek, kissing her softly again.

“So…” Levi began as they walked out of the theater. “He was the psycho the whole time? His mother wasn’t even alive…”

“Uh huh!”

“That’s a Psycho for you,” Levi added. Hange started to laugh. Levi smiled; Hange was lucky enough to catch his smile. He didn’t show his teeth, but the corners of his mouth turned up in a happy, content smile. He hadn’t felt happy (or felt this happy) in a long, long time.

“Levi,” Hange said, looking over at him. “Let’s see more movies together sometime.”

Levi smiled visibly at her. “Let’s do that.”

#levihan #levihan oneshot #levihan fic #levihan fanfic #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hange x levi #levi x hange #levi x hanji #rivahan #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #submission

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raindownforme · 4 years ago

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First off, I adore your work! You’re writing is absolutely lovely!

And also I have a request.

Ted is a the popular theater kid and reader is the punk of the school who keeps to their clique. Ted grows an interest for the reader and constantly tries to flirt with them in front of their friends and in private or get a date with them. Reader brushes him off most of the time but grows to like him.

Shakespeare

Ted Nivison x reader [she/her used]

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” The tall brunette stood at the front of the English classroom, reading from the book in his hand. The teacher sat at her desk a few paces away, taking note of how he talked. y/n watched him lazily, not quite caring for Shakespeare. “Thou art more lovely and temperate.”

y/n didn’t pay attention as Ted continued the presentation. She flicked her mechanical pencil between her fingers, biding time. “Thank you, Theodore, for sonnet 18. Next is 19– y/n?”

“I chose the annotation project.”

“Thank you. Who had 20?”

Ted took the seat next to y/n. “How’d I do?”

“Not bad. I mean, I’m sure you could’ve done better theater kid.”

“I don’t know. Let me practice it for you and we’ll see.” y/n rolled her eyes, resting her flushed cheek against her hand. “What was yours about?”

“Also romance. I mean it’s half of what the guy wrote about.”

“I could teach you some of his other stuff.”

“Yes. Theodore. The theater tutor.”

“Aw. Is it my aesthetic? Is that the problem?” y/n exaimned the difference between the two of them. Ted wore the same blue jeans, sneakers, and graphic tee to school every day. Of course y/n had a few staple pieces; her leather boots and mix-matched pieces of jewelry, but she did most commonly wear dark or patterned pants and faded shirt.

“It’s a thousand percent the aesthetic.”

Ted closed his notebook, playfully muttering the himself. The school bell rang and y/n stood up, shoving belongings into a book bag as the teacher made announcements to the leaving students.

“Hey. Come see the show.”

“What show?” She pushed through the crowd as Ted followed. y/n could spot her friends group in the distance, waiting just outside the doors.

“The show! Midsummer’s Night Dream. I’m starring in it.”

“Yeah sure. Like I can afford it.” Her hand hit the door, but he stepped in front of her, preventing her from leaving the building. “Ted-“

“Please. Tonight. Seven. I’ll set a ticket aside for you.” She felt her face heat up as moved away slightly. “Might wanna say hi to your friends for me y/n.”

The boy walked away and y/n continued out the door to her and her friends’ lunch period.

———

“I mean. What’s the worst that could happen?” y/n’s friend, Alix, peeled away the paper wrapping around his sandwich. “Do you even like the guy?”

“I don’t- I don’t know.”

“So it could be yes.” Alix leaned in the back of his seat as he took a bite of his lunch. y/n and her friends were sitting in Alix’s truck in the school parking lot, all eating something they either brought from home or bought at a fast food place near the school.

“It’s always wise to indulge in the arts.” Jaz, one of y/n’s other friends spoke from the back seat.

“Dude would you shut up? You took a writing class once.” The last one of the group, Ryan, waved away what Jaz said. “If you like the guy you like him. If you don’t you don’t. Or play with him. I don’t care.”

“I’m not going to play with Ted’s feelings.” y/n searched through her French fries mindlessly. “He Is cute. I don’t know guys.”

“Just go to the show. It can’t be that bad.”

———

Lunch passed, as did the next couple classes, until y/n’s last period of the day. Thankfully, it was a TA period, so there wasn’t much to do.

“Dearie would you run these to the theatrics department for me?” The lady behind the front desk has to be at least 80 at this point, but y/n stood to take the stack of papers from her. “Thank you.”

y/n smiled and left, taking leisure in her walk. The sole of her boots slapped against the off-white linoleum, echoing through the hallways and cafeteria as she crossed the entire building. She never really realized how far the performing arts hall was until walking to it.

The door creaked as it opened to an empty black classroom. “Hello?” She stepped in, her words echoing. She could hear some small commotion deeper into the theater. She followed the noise, finding herself in what looked like a workshop. “Hi?”

“y/n!” She whipped her head to the side to see Ted walking through a large doorway. “Always a pleasure to see you. Especially here. How can I help love?”

y/n brushed off his comment the best she could. “I’m looking for the director? I’ve got some papers to deliver.”

She held out the papers, trying to show Ted, but instead he linked one of his pinkies with hers. “I’ll take you.”

She stared at their linked fingers as Ted dragged her from the workshop to the back of the audience. Ted talked to somebody, but she didn’t quite pay attention.

“And who’s this?”

Looking up, she met eyes with a man she hadn’t quite spoken to before. He wasn’t quite as tall as Ted, and he wore a blue blazer and hiking boots. “This is y/n, from the front office.”

“Ah.” He nodded at Ted. “And is this who-“

“Yes.” Ted cut him short, rubbing at the back of his own neck.

“Well thank you.” The man took the papers from her hand. “We hope to see you tonight.”

She watched him walk away before turning back to Ted. “What’s he mean?”

“Well, he’s who I had to talk to about your ticket. You are coming tonight aren’t you?”

“I can swing by.”

“Good.” Ted brought their still conjoined hands up and lightly kissed her knuckles. “I’ll be watching for you.”

———

y/n had been waiting for a while now.

When school had got out, she had hung around with her friends for a while, getting something to eat and doing some homework, but now it was 6:53 and she was stuck in line at the ticket counter. In front of her were five people. She was five people away from whatever was to come out of tonight.

“Next!” The line shuffled forwards as two people walked inside. She bounced on her feet, watching the exchange of cash between the student running the ticket booth and the patrons. “Next!”

“Hi I think I had a ticket reserved for me.” The student looked over their shoulder at something, then back to y/n.

“Who reserved it?”

“Ted Nivison?”

“Oh. Okay then this is for you.” The student handed over a rectangular ticket with a seat number stamped on the bottom. “Enjoy the show.”

y/n walked through the double doors into the audience. Most of the seats were full, and it took her a few minutes to find the seat marked for her. When she did, she set her backpack down in the front of her, noticing something underneath her seat. It was a folded piece of paper with a note from Ted.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

-Ted

She stuck the note in her pocket and traded it for her phone. 6:59 pm. She silenced it and looked back to the stage, anxiously waiting. The lights dimmed and she stared up the stage. The curtains began to open and it revealed Ted standing in Grecian style clothing with minimal armor pieces. He stood with his hand outstretched to a girl wearing similar clothing.

Ted’s eyes surveyed the audience, landing on y/n with a smirk. “Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour draws on apace…”

y/n sat in awe for the next two hours. She watched as Ted moved across the stage, putting to life the story as if he’d lived it. She watched as the characters came to life, as the set moved, and as the lights changed. And two hours later, the curtain closed and the cast came together to do bows. She clapped furiously, then watched everyone stand from their seats and leave. She stood, trying to grab her things. The theater had been nearly emptied by now, people rushing out to say hi to people they knew in the cast.

y/n looked around. To the side of the curtain, just peeking out, was someone waving. She walked over, realizing it was Ted.

“Hey there! What’d you think?”

“That was amazing, Ted.” The boy smiled, taking her hand in his. He began to pull her backstage with him. “Wait Ted-“

“It’s fine don’t worry. Here.” Ted pulled her to stand near the classroom area. “Give me two minutes.”

She watched Ted enter the dressing room. For a moment, it was quiet, until everyone else started to file in. The room quickly became loud, filling with student’s voices.

“Hey.” Ted tapped y/n on the shoulder. “I know it’s a lot. Come with me.” Ted draped an arm over her shoulders as he pulled her outside into the crisp night air. “Better?”

“Yeah. Better. Ted that was- that was awesome.”

“I’m glad I can impress you.” Ted checked his phone. “It’s nine already. You have plans?”

“No I-“

“Come get dinner with me. My treat.”

“Ted. It sounds like you’re asking me on a date.” She lightly nudged him with her elbow.

“It’s only a date if you say yes.”

y/n paused, taken aback by the sudden forwardness. “If I say yes?”

“You don’t have to! Don’t think you have to!” Ted gestured with his hands in a panicked motion. “I just- I think you’re really cool and pretty with your style and I’ve always liked you for as long as I can remember and I was just wondering-“

“Yes.”

He paused, eyes wide as a blush crept onto his face. “Yes? Yes as in yes a date? Our date?”

y/n stood on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Take me on a date theater boy.”

Ted wrapped her in a hug, pressing a kiss to her nose. “Anywhere you want.”

——————

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truglori · 4 years ago

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Homebody (Ch.3)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick OC

Warning : Language, Slight Smut

Davio’s was the choice of the night. It was known for being one of the top restaurants with a perfect view looking out towards the city.

Scoping out the restaurant Erik’s attention was drawn to the repeated sounds of utensils clinking against porcelain plates. Along with the many voices talking amongst each other, it was driving him to the state of annoyance. If it was up to him he would have rather chosen something more quiet and isolated so that he could be focused on his date.

Bringing his mind back to what was in front of him he checked out his view. Sitting there with her titties out and her signature ice piece that rested comfortably in her cleavage, she rocked an all black dress that clung to her body perfectly.

Shyly looking up from her dessert menu Alexis caught him staring her down. She gave him a smile before setting down the laminated paper. Flipping her 26 inches of Brazilian bundles over her shoulder that she decided to wear bone straight, she leaned in to give him a better view.

“You like what you see daddy?” She teased before sipping on her glass of Rosè.

Erik eyes scanned over her one last time. “I do. You look good as fuck right now.”

“Mm thank you daddy. I got this dress earlier today just for you.” She always tried her best to impress him.

He slowly nodded his head. “Oh yeah? You showing out for me..having ya ass all out like that too.”

Erik couldn’t lie to himself even if he tried. Alexis was bad as fuck. From her perky titties that always sat up to her fat ass that looked plumped in no matter what she was wearing. To the hood she was the definition of a bad bitch and she had the attitude to match it too.

Erik ran into her almost nine months ago. They both were in the club celebrating a mutuals birthday. He noticed her when he stepped in the building with Durk and the crew. She was already in the V.I.P section with a friend on each side of her.

Making eye contact with each other for the first time that night Erik knew he had to have her just for the time being. He introduced himself to her and brought her and her friends drinks for the remainder of their time there. She didn’t put up a front either. That’s what he liked about her, she showed just as much interest and was straight forward with him. Erik didn’t have to deal with the typical cat and mouse chase game most women did whenever a man pursued them.

What he thought would be simple one night stand turned into a fling. They ended up exchanging numbers while laying in her bed after going a few rounds. The way that she sucked and fucked him had him thinking twice about ghosting her. She was the first girl to make him nut from head. That’s how skilled she was with her throat and tongue. Alexis was truly a freak and there was nothing that was off limits to him. But the more time they spent with one another the she started to get entitled and Erik couldn’t stand that shit. She was always putting their names together out in the streets which almost ruined his reputation of being low-key. He told her that if she didn’t stop running her mouth he was going to stop fucking with her and that put her in her place.

The waiter interrupted him from his thoughts as he sat down their food they ordered fifteen minutes ago.

The smell of a fresh hot and steamy steak well done along the side of creamy garlic mash potatoes invaded his nose and caused his mouth to water.

“Maybe you could take me to your place and take it off me after.” She lifted her leg up and massaged his dick through his pants with the flat part of her heel.

Erik smirked. He knew what she was trying to do but it didn’t work.

“When was the last time we went to my crib?”

“Never but-“

“So then why would I bring you there if I never did before?” He cut her sentence short.

Erik was very cautious about who he trust to know where he lived. Every single one of their sneaky links was hosted at her apartment. It may seem shallow that he couldn’t even allow the girl who he could bend over whenever he wanted to know where he laid his head but he just couldn’t trust everyone.

“Erik when is your paranoid ass gonna realize I’m not out to get you or set you up.” She rolled her eyes.

“I never said you were so why you insinuating some shit like that? You thinking about it?” He questioned.

‘This the shit I’m talking about.’

He shook his head setting down his fork to take a break from his food and picked up his glass of Hennessy.

“No. I’m just wondering why you don’t have a problem fucking me but yet I can’t even come to your place...that’s low as fuck.” She cocked her head sideways before going back to her shrimp and scallop.

“What’s wrong with me keeping my privacy? And why we gotta talk about this now, we should be enjoying ourselves.”

Erik cut the conversation no longer entertaining it. He never was the one to explain himself to someone who didn’t pay one bill where he lived and he wasn’t going to start today.

Alexis no longer wanting to vex the situation switched up the mood.

“You’re right baby but ooh guess who I seen today?”

Jogging his memory from the car ride with Amiyah earlier he already had a hint but let her speak anyways.

“Who?”

“Durkio’s sister. She works at the boutique where I got this dress from. She’s pretty..just a lil too chubby for me.” She giggled throwing her shade while bitting into some scallop.

When those words left her lips it turned Erik all the way off. What was the reason of a woman trying to denigrate another grown woman.

“You tell her that to her face?”

Alexis smacked her lips. “Why would I say that to her?”

“I don’t know, what you got against her?”

She laughed at his question. “Nothing I just stated my opinion that’s all.”

He nodded his head taking a mental note.

Some time had passed as the two ate in a comfortable silence chatting here and there. When he was finished he picked up his cloth napkin wiping his mouth. He was ready to get up out of there. Erik looked to see Alexis going through her purse. She took out her lipstick and reapplied it and that gave Erik the hint that she was also finished with her meal.

“You ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah I need you to give me some dick when we go back to my place” She spoke bluntly and out in the open not caring who could have heard her.

Grabbing his wallet he pulled out two crisps one hundred dollar bills paying for their dinner. He then got up slipping on his jacket as he watched Alexis stand up and put on her Burberry vintage trench coat.

He followed closely behind her to the exit of the restaurant before he went in front of her and held the door open. They walked to the valet and Erik gave his ticket to young man at the booth and watched him run in the direction of his car.

The wind blew softly and Alexis found herself standing directly in front of him as she slipped her hands inside his open jacket and wrapped them around his waist colliding their bodies together. The feeling of his hard abs against her breast made her nipples harden. She looked up at him watching his head stay in the same direction where the valet boy ran to get his car. Lifting one of her hands to his beard she tugged it softly grabbing his attention.

Erik shifted his eyes down in hers and recognized the look in them.

Already knowing what wine always did to her body whenever she had it let him know that she was ready to try to suck his dick while doing a handstand if she could.

She bit her lip never breaking contact. “I want you so bad right now.”

“You think you can handle me tonight? You be runnin every time when you off that Rosè. That pussy be hurting huh?” His hand grabbed her neck softly and his thumb caressing where her trachea was.

“I don’t be running it just be taking you so long to fuckin nut.” She smiled and opened her mouth sticking out her tongue.

Erik looked down at the display before bring his thumb up to it and watched as it disappeared in her mouth. Her jaws sunk in as she sucked it softly and lightly bobbed her head up and down. His balls tightened at the warm sensation on his finger bringing his memory back to the times she would do the same thing on his dick. He gave a low groan before he was interrupted with someone clearing their throat.

“Excuse me sir...your car is here.” It was the valet.

Erik grabbed his keys and walked to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for Alexis. She got in but not before lightly gripping his balls. Closing the door behind her he made his way to his side starting up the car and looked out his rear view before driving off.

It wasn’t too long when he glanced over and saw Alexis hiking up the bottom of her dress to her waist. She had no panties on and her pussy looked like it was freshly wax. Smiling at his face she leaned her seat back and spread her thighs opened. Running her nails over the inner flesh she felt herself getting warmer from the touch.

Erik was doing his best to multitask by watching the road while getting a look at her phat pussy lips every now and then.

“If you gon put it out like that you might as well play with it.” He told her biting his lip.

Following his demand she spread her lower lips with one hand as she let the fingers of her other dip into her wet opening just before bringing them to her clit rubbing it in circles. She moaned at the feeling applying more pressure. Her pussy became more wet from having him watch her. It made her excited and proud that she was able to keep his eyes distracted while taking the risk. No longer being able to hold back she stopped her stimulation and sat up with her knees on the seat. Bending down across the arm rest she put an arch deep enough in her back so that he would be able to see the butterfly tattoo on her ass cheeks.

“I wanna play with something else too.” Unbuckling his Loui Vuitton belt and zipping down his pants she took out his dick. It was so fucking heavy. The length and girth of his nine inches is what drove her to the brink of obsession. His dick took her soul every time he would fuck her and she gladly let him have it.

Wasting no time she kissed the sensitive head showing her appreciation then stuck her tongue out and ran it up and down his shaft wetting his dick up. Returning to the head of his penis she smacked the heavy tip on her lips as she pushed out some spit to make it glossy. Opening her mouth she took him in with sunken cheeks and immediately started to suck mocking her movements from ealier when they were outside.

Erik gripped her hair and moaned in his throat. She was a fucking head monster. It didn’t take him long to get hard because she knew what she was doing. Pulling her hair into a ponytail with the free hand he wasn’t driving with he switched his eyes between the road and her spitting on his dick then deep throating it.

He couldn’t hold back his smile. “You fucking nasty you know that?”

Quickly moving his hand off the steering wheel he lifted up his shirt to keep it from getting soaked and placed it back taking control again.

Seeing this, Alexis brought one hand up to his abs caressing them and then moved her way up to his chest running her fingers over his left nipple. Relaxing her throat and silently humming she was able to go deeper taking at least six inches of him without gagging.

“Fuck..” Erik mumbled under his breath.

Lifting up and wiping her mouth she smiled. “I heard that daddy.”

“Get back on that dick.” He guided her by the back of her neck feeling himself about to cum at any moment.

Giggling she played around his head flicking the underside of it. Using her right hand she massaged his balls as she took him back into her warm wet mouth and sucked his tip repeatedly producing excessive spit so that she was able to stroke him at the same time. Up and down she twisted her hand around his girth and would make a tight grip whenever she would reach the top.

This was on of the reason Erik couldn’t find himself to stop fucking with her. He could never turned down some good head and she definitely knew how to give it.

“Suck that nut out then.” He hyped her up and seen that it was working when he saw her twerking her ass cheeks.

With her staying around his sensitive head for a while he felt his stomach tightened up and his ass clenching together as his hips thrust up. He didn’t want to bust just yet but she was sucking him dry.

“Mm fuckk.” He dick spurted out his semen into her mouth and he relaxed back into his seat.

She made sure he was milked properly before she cleaned him up neatly and put his dick back in his pants and going back to the passenger side.

Reaching over she ran the tip of her nails on his neck.

“You needed that daddy...that load was big as fuck.”

“I did and you gon suck another one out of me when we make it to your crib.”

She smiled proud of her work.

“Anything for you daddy.”

___________________________________________________________________

It’s been two days since Amiyah last saw Erik. Two whole days had went by and this man still haven’t called her.

She couldn’t get him out of her mind.

Closing her eyes she kept thinking about the way he touched her. How his hands gripped her waist and rested there comfortably. His hands were tough but yet soft and gentle with her plush body.

‘What is he doing to me?’

Is the question she asked herself as she laid with her back on her bed with one leg folded on top of the other rocking it side to side while being on her phone. She had just finished cleaning her room and decided to finish setting the mood with a sweet smelling caramel drizzle three wick candle from Bath and Bodyworks that she brought herself.

It was her day off so she had nothing to do but sit in the house. Durkio was gone and Kelley was at work and aside from those two she had no one else that she could hang with. Being interrupted from scrolling on Instagram she was getting an incoming call from and local unknown number.

617-348-7677...

Amiyah sat up. The palms of her hands became sweaty as she answered with a soft voice.

“Hello..”

“Hi this is Jesse Mcwell and I am calling from our student loans forgiveness program to let you know that your application has been accepted.” The voice sounded like it was coming from a southern white women.

Amiyah inwardly groan at the customer service worker. She laughed at herself for getting nervous and excited over nothing.

“I’m sorry Jesse but you have the wrong number...I’m not in school.”

“Oh I’m sorry well thank you. Have a great day!”

“You too!”

She clicked the red button ending the call.

She smacked her lips.

“You’ll know it’s me.” She mocked Erik in his voice becoming annoyed.

That wasn’t the first time she picked up a call from a random number within that last two days that wasn’t Erik. All of them being from either an automated voice message claiming she won a free trip or last but not least the student loan office.

She picked up every single last one of them in hopes of hearing his voice.

Climbing off her bed her belly growled.

“I need some food.” She spoke to herself out loud which was a habit of hers.

Walking into the kitchen she rummage through the cabinets and refrigerator but found nothing to her liking. It was either junk food or leftover takeout from Durk. Growing easily frustrated with her hunger she blew out air and closed the pantry door.

A minute later had passed when she remembered that there was a small Jamaican spot that she liked literally right down the street. It was nothing but a three minute walk and she could make it there and back in lest then ten. Grabbing her coat and house keys she put on her Timbs and then exited her home locking the door behind her.

Going to the elevator she clicked the down button and waited for it to come up to the fourth floor so that she can get on.

The doors opened and out came her neighbor Melanie. She was some Latina that she only knew of because of the one time she walked in the apartment and found her brother bending her over in the living room. The girl was the reason Durk didn’t pick her up from work that day which lead her to having to take the bus home.

“Oh hey girl! How are you?” She tried her best making small talk with her.

Amiyah mentally rolled her eyes but gave a small smile.

“I’m good thanks!” She returned her fake energy as she stepped in the elevator and hit the lobby button.

“Tell your brother I asked about him. Let him know-“

The doors shut before she could finish her sentence. Amiyah laughed and shook her head.

“That girl know I don’t like her.”

It took nothing but a few seconds when the elevator finally came to a hault and opened the doors on the lobby floor.

Amiyah walked outside zipping up her coat and began heading in the direction of the restaurant. It took exactly how long she thought it would, less than five minutes. But being a house length away from her destination she noticed an all black BMW and sitting on top of it was a black guy as he spoke with two Dominican looking men.

Keeping her head down like how her brother taught her she was hoping to go unnoticed and not wanting to draw any attention towards her. The closer she got she couldn’t help taking a glance and picking up their conversation.

“Listen I’m not trying to make no beef.. we gotta lay low since our business is getting out there. Niggas is finding out shit and I don’t know how.” The black guy spoke with his hands folded together in front of him like he was the man in charge.

“We got you boss. We’ll make sure whatever we know gets back to you.” The taller one of the two other men spoke up confirming her thoughts.

“Yeah we gon start going low.” The shorter one finally spoke.

That was the last of the conversation she heard before she went inside the restaurant. Walking up to the cooler she slid the door open and grabbed a Calypso ocean blue lemonade. She only had to wait behind two people before she was able to put in her order.

The sudden feeling of the breeze from outside let her know that someone was coming in but she had no time to look back as the line moved and it her was her turn.

“Hi can I get a medium oxtail with rice and peas but no cabbage. Also can you add extra gravy please.” She gave the middle age lady a smile and sat her drink on the counter to unzip her Coach wallet taking out a twenty.

“Yo she good...she with me and hook it up for her.”

Turning her head to put a face to the voice that spoke for her she saw it was the guy who was sitting on his car from outside. He standing there with his hands in his pocket.Taking him in he was dressed down in a Givenchy track suit with the Moncler x Givenchy puffer jacket to match. His outfit screamed money but it was nothing she hadn’t seen before with her brother.

“Um thank you but I could’ve paid for it. It’s not that much.” She spoke softly.

He gave her a smile looking her up and down taking in her shape right in front of her.

“You good. These my people who look out for me and whoever I know.” He shrugged his shoulders letting her know that it’s nothing.

Shyly darting her eyes to the counter to grab her drink she stood to the side before turning back to the stranger.

“Well thank you but you don’t even know me.” Not trying to be rude to him but she was only stating facts.

“So then let me change that. I’m Cane.” His hand went to his chest as he introduced himself then reached out to shake her hand.

“Amiyah.” She placed her small hand in his that was huge compared to hers. She only hope that he wouldn’t notice her hand lightly sweating up which happened whenever she got nervous. It was a trait she hated about herself.

“That’s beautiful name. It kind of sound like my daughters.” Yet to have let go of her hand he stroked the back of it with his thumb stepping closer to her.

“What’s your daughters name?” Amiyah was finding herself lured into his charm as she stared deeper into his eyes.

“Janiyah.” He smirked at her before letting go.

“That’s pretty. What was your name again?"

“Cane.”

His eyes danced over her body again. She was a pretty thick girl to him. He knew as soon as she walked pass him he was hypnotized by her big ass and pretty natural round face. In his opinion she was fine as fuck but he could see the way she acted told him she probably thought differently.

She seemed insecure from how she spoke timidly and barely being able to keep eye contact. He noticed this but still went for her. If she was anything like how he thought he had her figured out to be then he knew that she could be someone who he could easily control and who he can get some pussy from time to time.

“Excuse me, your order is ready young lady.” The middle age woman broke the two from their staring contest.

Walking up to the counter she took her food along with a fork and some napkins and headed for the door. She felt him following behind so she held the door for him without bothering to turn around.

Cane laughed that she knew he was right behind her. He couldn’t help but to be hooked with the ass that she was dragging. He definitely was going to make it a priority to break her ass in.

Amiyah returning to the direction where she came from turned around to thank him one last time.

“Thank you for taking care of this. I appreciate that.”

“Well you can thank me properly by letting me take you out to dinner. Introduced you to some real Caribbean cuisine and not some street corner shack...no offense though.” He smirked.

She giggled at him down playing her choice of restaurant. “I thought you said these were your people. Why you shading them like that?”

“They are my people but that don’t mean I gotta settle ma...and neither should you.” He stepped closer occupying her space.

“Okay.” Not knowing any better and folding under his gaze she accepted his offer.

He took out his IPhone 12 and punched in the numbers that she gave him. He sent a text with just his name alone to make sure she had it.

“You need anything else. Maybe a ride? I noticed you walking” He stated genuinely.

“No I live two minutes away.” She replied letting him know she was good and waving goodbye.

“Aight I’ma hit you up later. Nice to meet you Amiyah.” He gave her a smile as he sat back on the hood of his car and watched her walk away.

‘Damn he was so fine.’

Two fine ass men in the same week asked for her number. She always made up scenarios in her head about how it would be the first time she would give a guy her number and never would have thought it would be with her brothers fine ass best friend or with a stranger who looked like money.She always thought she would get less and have to settle below her standards, but after today this was definitely a confidence booster.

Locking the door behind her she walked to the coffee table and sat her food down after she turned the tv on. Getting undressed back into her lounge wear she plopped on the couch and opened her plate to eat.

“Damn they hooked me up.” Looking at her plate she saw that it was plenty of oxtails sprawled out and extra gravy just the way she liked it.They never gave her that much oxtails that had that much meat on them before.

Cane immediately came to her head as she took in a spoonful of rice. She wondered if he was someone important to the restaurant for them take demands from him and made sure she left with a generous amount of food.

Her phone rung. Not paying attention to anything else besides the tv she answered it nonchalantly while chewing on her food expecting it to be one of those automated machines again.

“I wonder what I won this time?” She spoke to herself sucking the sauce of her fork and placing it down.

“Shit whatever you want?” Erik chuckled.

She snatched the phone away from her ear reading the number.

617-348-8357

She saved the number.

“Uh..I’m sorry Erik. I thought you were these voice messages that keep calling me.” Even though he couldn’t see her she still felt embarrassed.

“You good. Sorry I took so long to call you.”

Putting the tv on mute she sat up giving him her undivided attention. His voice sounded like he just woke up.

“That’s okay. Are you just now waking up Erik?” She giggled. Her nerves were starting to show.

“I didn’t make it home till early this morning. I been up all night.” He talked before clearing his voice.

“Oh okay.” Her phone buzzed. She glanced at it and seen it was an incoming FaceTime call.

“Pick up.” His voice commanded. She was still able to hear him due to not hanging up the regular phone call yet.

She looked in the FaceTime camera and fixed her hair as well as wiping her mouth making sure there was no crumbs on her lips.

His face finally came into view as he was laying in what looked like a bed. Black satin pillows surround him. Scanning her eyes over him she noticed he had on a black durag to match.

She giggled as he kept his eyes on her not speaking yet.

“What?” Balling up her fist she used it to cover her smile.

“I can’t look at you?” He licked his lips.

He looked even finer when he was just waking up.

There was no way that she able to handle this man. From his thick lips to his voice, he was ruining her and he hadn’t even done a thing to her yet. She was starting to see a side of Erik that she didn’t know about.

“Oh my god. Why do boys say that?” She questioned acting fake annoyed.

“Well first off I’m a man so don’t make that mistake slipping up calling me a boy again. Aight?” He spoke lowly keeping his eyes on her.

Biting her lip, she tested him. “Erik I can call you whatever I want.”

His chuckle broke the silence.” You tryna make me pull up on you or sum shit? Stop fuckin playing with me.”

She put him on mute and sat the phone down hiding the camera.

‘Sis we is not wetting up these panties today.’

Her thighs clenched together from his threat. She couldn’t take how he could get her sticky down there so quickly. It felt different compared to how it felt when she she would play with herself. That would take her some time before she got aroused but with Erik every look he gave her and every word he spoke to her had her pussy spilling.

“So you gon put me on pause while you play with that pussy?”

She picked up the phone unmuting it.

“Shut up Erik!” She replied pretending to be unfazed.

“I like the way my name come off them soft ass lips.” Erik laughed and teased her watching her come undone in front of him.

“Could you stop?” She turned the phone away only showing part of her face to hide her smile for a second before turning it back.

“What? Say my name again?” He licked his bottom lip while watching hers.

‘Oh my goddd...what is he doing?!’

“I just said it.”

Playfully rolling her eyes she played tough with him but he saw through it.

“Say that shit again while you looking me in the eye.”

He demanded her putting an arm behind his head while waiting for her to respond.

“Erik..” What she meant to come out in a vex tone exited out as a light moan instead.

“Wassup baby.” His deep laughter came through the phone.

Erik watched as the look on her face became flustered. He only wanted to tease her. He liked how she looked when she became nervous. She tried her best to match his energy trying to be tough at first but he shut that down. It surprised him learning that she kind of had a smart ass mouth but clearly it didn’t take much to fix.

“You’re annoying.” At this point Amiyah wanted to just get under her covers and hide.

“I’m just fuckin with you. Told you I’m a grown ass man...don’t be playing with me like that.”

“I hear you.”

“What you do today?” He changed the conversation.

“Nothing it was my day off so I just cleaned my room and just got back from the Jamaican spot. You know the one down the street?”

He nodded his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

“You spend ya money on that shit. I had way better Jamaican food.”

She smacked her lips. “ First of all don’t do my spot and second I didn’t have to pay for it today. Some guy spotted me.” She spoke quickly without thinking.

“What you mean some guy spot you? He paid for it?” Erik sat up in bed because her last sentence caught his attention.

“Yeah he was nice but that was it.” She tried her best to diffuse the kind act.

“Nah don’t trust that. Niggas out here always gon want something in return even for something as simple as buying yo ass a meal. Don’t accept nothing next time.” He enlightened her.

She shook her head deciding not to bring up the fact she gave him her phone number.

“Let’s chill tonight?” He broke her train of thought.

She smiled widely. “To do what and go where?” She rushed the questions.

“Whatever you want to. I just want to see you in person.” He eyes examined her beautiful face as she blushed.

“How about we go see a movie and go to a diner or something after.”

That was a certain type of date she always fantasized about and now she was able to take a chance at living it.

He smiled at her excitement. “Bet. I’m pick you up at seven and you don’t gotta dress up but wear something nice for me okay?”

“Okay.” Her soft voice made his dick jump.

“Aight talk to you later.” He smiled and ended the call.

‘Let me go rub this kitty real quick because his ass is too much.’

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Part Four

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