#sorry to drop this on yall on a sunday night

[shotmrmiller]

I'm your only situationship.

A/N : yall i stayed up til 324 am writing this. I felt like if i went to bed still only having it as a thought and not on 'paper' thats unacceptable. If i gotta think about this then so do yall! it was also supposed to be a small one shot but it got wildly out of hand im not sorry.

18+ MDNI

TW: typical smut, EXPLICIT mmkay im talkin clutch ur pearls explicit.

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Simon had finally come home from a grueling 6-month mission. All he wanted was some Kentucky bourbon with you at your favorite seedy bar. 

Once he was home, Simon cleaned up, put on a black clinical mask, and sent a text to you to meet him there. As he finished his first glass of the night, a rather attractive young woman approached him, asking if she could buy him a drink. 

“Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around, lovie?”

“Not at all. This is after all the 21st century. I’m simply asking— wouldn’t want any missus at home getting upset.”

“There’s no one at home for me, lass.”

“Well then, how about you get yourself another glass, my treat, and we’ll see where this night takes us?” 

He slightly nodded —he’d never say no to a free drink— and as she left to order a drink, he took his phone out to text you again.

“C’mon, pet. I’ll cover the tab. Too good f’me, now?”

His phone vibrated a minute later.

“I can’t today, Si.”

“Why not? I know you don’t go out on Sundays.”

As the young woman came back, drinks in hand, he lifted the screen to read your response.

“I’ve got a dick appointment~ It’s been a year and then some and I’m gonna claw at my walls if I don’t get a fix ASAP.”

Simon goes tense— soft blues hardening to a silver and he’s gripping his phone so hard it might crack. He pulls up your contact and calls you within seconds.

“Hiya, Si!” 

“What the fuck is a dick appointment?”

“Oh,” you giggle. “I forget you older folk don’t know ‘bout that. It’s just a one-night fling. No commitments or nothin'.’ Exactly what I need right now.” You don’t tell him that the reason you’ve practically regrown your hymen is that when you’re best friends with Simon, every other male in existence pales in comparison. 

“Anyway Si-, he’s getting here in like an hour-”

“No.” And hangs up. 

The young woman who’s casually rubbing his bicep and shoulder gets practically flung off of him, as he gets up off the bar stool so fast it’s falling back with a loud clang, and he’s yanking his leather jacket on and pulling on his leather gloves so hard they’re about to become fingerless—

“Hey! I thought you didn’t have a girlfriend?!”

One gloved hand gripping the front door, he turns his head slightly to her and says, “Pet, with how good I’m gonna fuck her, she won’t even have to ask to know she’s mine.”

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You’re standing in the bathroom with your liquid eyeliner in one hand and phone in the other, staring at the ended call screen. ‘Weird,’ you think, then shrug and put the phone down. ‘Maybe the call got dropped.’

You finally complete the look with your false lashes when there’s a very hard knock on your door. You frown as you look at your phone screen. ‘7:14 pm’. You know the guy said at 8 and you’re in one of Simon’s big shirts he always forgets and your hair is still tied up in an oversized pink and white polka dot scrunchie— The pink leopard print booty shorts you’ve got on will suffice. 

The second time there’s a knock it’s even louder. 

“Jesus Christ, I’m coming!” 

You open the door and say, “I’m sorry I took so long, I—”

Simon flies past you, with a rough shoulder bump and you turn to look at him and he’s almost sprinting to the bedroom, slamming the door open—

“Simon, what the fuck? What’re you doin—”

“Where is he?”, he snarls.

“Who?! Are you talking about my date? He’s not getting here til 8! And why’re you slamming doors in my apartment like you pay my rent?!”

You see Simon deflate immediately at the important part of your answer and chooses to ignore the rest as he takes off his jacket and walks to your hall closet to hang it. Closing your door and locking it, you growl out,

“You need to leave. I haven’t even finished getting ready. I promise I’ll—”

“No, pet.”

“Will you quit interrupting me! Simon, I swear—”

“Pet.” 

You’re holding a scream behind your teeth, about to rip the hair out of your scalp when you see Simon take one loop of his mask off from around his ear and then the other. You gape. You’ve seen Simon without his mask— that isn’t the reason you can no longer find your voice. It’s the way he put his gloved middle finger in between his teeth and pulled it off so sensually. You can feel your cheeks and ears radiate heat from just seeing the tip of his pink tongue. Christ, you’re down horrendously.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, to distract yourself from the fact that you’re getting wet over an interaction so chaste when Simon is touching your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, before moving down to the back of your thighs and lifting you up. You startle at the movement and throw your arms around his neck out of habit, hoping he won’t drop you in the move to your bedroom.

He presses you against the wall with his hips, then grabs both of your ankles from behind his lower back and hooks the back of your knees over his forearms. Simon noses your jaw and starts grinding his clothed erection deliciously hard over the definitely wet spot on your shorts and growls out, 

“If you think,” grind “that I’m gonna allow My,” grind “Girl,”  grind—and you whimper in his ear,  “get fucked by some little cock two pump chump,” he gives a forced chuckle, “you must be daft, pet. Or maybe you’re doing it on purpose, eh? Trying to get my attention? Well, you’ve got it now. “ 

He moves his face to hover his lips over yours— you can lightly smell the bourbon he drank earlier— and he whispers, “You ever like this and I’m around, you come to me. And if I’m away, you wait for me like a good girl and when I come back I’ll give this,” he taps your pussy over your shorts, “greedy little cunt all the cock it can take.”

With a shaky breath, you nod before he kisses you, his bourbon-flavored tongue curling against yours, and you’re moaning into it because you’ve wanted this for too long and he’s finally touching you. Curling your fingers into his ash-brown hair, you move your mouth to his neck, to the right of his adam’s apple, took a bit of skin between your teeth and sucked. 

Simon hisses, dips his fingertips into your flesh hard enough to bruise, and all but yanks you off the wall to toss you onto your bed. 

You yelp as you bounce from the force of his throw— you’re still bouncing on the bed when Simon grabs the waistband of your shorts and knickers to pull right off, which you’re grateful for because the grey knickers you got on aren’t what anyone would wear for a first, second nor third impression.

Simon grabs both of the back of your knees with one hand,  goddamn bear paws, you think, before you feel his tongue in between your lips— so warm and wet and fuck, you needed this, needed him— and he flicks his tongue up and down on your clit. He sticks his long middle finger into you and it goes in without resistance, you’re slippery, drooling over his wrist and finger that’s curled up into the rough patch of nerves against your gummy walls, that he’s pressing into, over and over. God you’re about to come, your legs shake in his one-handed hold and you’ve got a white knuckle grip on the forearm you’re sinking your nails into—

Simon pulls away. You were so close, your eyes start watering because he can’t possibly be this mean to you but then you see him shove his tongue in between his middle and ring finger, eating up your nectar when he says, “The first time I’m gonna make you come, it’ll be on my cock. I want to see the frothy white cream you're gonna leave at the base.” 

You’re nodding hysterically at this point, anything for him to make you come, anything for him.  With a twirl of his index, he’s telling you to get on all fours. Scrambling, you turn over and arch your back— resting your head on your forearms— and you feel his calloused palms run down from your spine to your ass cheeks before he gives it a spank. 

“You have a condom?” 

You shake your head and you mewl out, “No, but I’m clean.”

“Good. I don’t want anything between us.”

You arch your back further, pressing your ass further into his hips when you hear his belt buckle clank and zipper open. Simon brings his palm to your other cheek, reddening it. 

“Fuckin’ hell, pet. Look at you spread out for me.” 

You feel warm velvet over steel over your slit before he slowly pushes inside, not all the way but about a little over half of his length, remembering that your g-spot is a little closer to the front. Fast, relatively shallow thrusts hitting your spot with almost clinical precision have you reeling, your orgasm about to break you, mind and body. Hands tightening painfully, you shatter— loud, high-pitched whines, ringing in your ears and pussy pulsing around Simon’s thick girth— and god, Simon doesn’t stop thrusting. He keeps the same smooth rhythm and you’d think he’s unaffected by the tight vice your pussy has him in— but you hear him, low, deep groans and a tighter grip on your hips telling you otherwise. 

He pulls out to bend over your back, completely covering it, and he murmurs in your ear, “I hope you didn’t think we were done. My girl wanted a fuckin’, now she’s gonna get it.” 

He takes off your pink, silly scrunchy and you see it around his tattooed wrist before he grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and is leaning back up and forcing your back to arch under his pull. You feel his leg at the height of your hips— propped up, foot flat on the bed and knee bent and the other straight on the floor and all you can think of is how this man is gonna kill you with his cock. 

Simon snaps his hips forward, fist full of hair pulling back,  stretching and filling in one strong thrust, bottoming out. He gives you no reprieve, no time to get used to how fucking deep he is, and sets an intense, firm pace that has you feeling a pinch below the navel every time his hip bones slap against your ass, balls to the clit and you love it. Every pinch in your lower belly has your pussy making a squelching sound and you can’t help yourself— you reach underneath your body to feel how split open you are with two fingers, encasing his cock and feeling the skin drag with them as he pulls out.

That has him hissing air between his teeth, he’s about to come but doesn't want it to be over so he pulls out, and opens your cheeks to spit in your furled hole, before pressing in with the pad of his thumb, and you’re almost screaming. He moves back a bit further to spit in your pussy, not that you need it— you’re drenching the sheets underneath you— and now he’s spearing you with his tongue before curling it, getting your juices pooled on it before coming back up, lips smacking, and he grabs your hair in his ponytail and now he uses his other hand to curls his fingers and palm over the front of your throat and that's all it takes for your vision to darken and arms go limp but he’s again, fucking you through your orgasm and this time you leave a creamy white ring at the base of his length. 

“Oh, fuckin hell.” He groans out and it sounds desperate and you know he’s close.

“Come in me, Simon. Please fill me up, I promise I’ll keep it all in.”

He gives a strained chuckle and says, “Pet, I can barely pull out of a driveway much less this tight little cunt.” He squeezes your throat hard, strands of hair popping out of your scalp and his cock feels massive, the pinch in your stomach feels like a cramp from how deep he is and he lets out a low drawn out moan that lasts 3 thrusts— and then there’s warmth filling you up, so much so it leaks from the sides of where you two are connected. Simon lets go of your hair and you fall face-first onto the bed, exhausted. Defeated. Back properly broken. You officially know what it’s like to get fucked within an inch of your life and you love it. 

He pulls out slowly, with a hiss from both of you and with one hand on your left cheek, he spreads you to look at your stuffed hole.

“Fuck. I love seeing me drip out of you.” 

You’re about to tell him to sod off when the doorbell rings and the both of you stiffen and lock eyes. With a mean snarl, Simon grabs a towel from your bathroom and his mask before stomping his way to answer the door, pink obnoxious scrunchy still on his wrist.

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[sunwarmed-ash]

Sinful Sunday: On deck- Figure You Out

okay so really the backstory of this whole fic was I got stoned and was starting to try to write and Figure You Out by VIOLA came on spotify. Less than 12 seconds into the song the angsty Steddiegrove story started forming in my brain.

Then I started thinking about how it would be cooler if Eddie performed this modified version of the song post breakup with Billy. and THEN I started thinking about who would be on tour with Corroded Coffin and because this is my fic and my obsessions I chose OG Panic! At The Disco :D

thus the steddiegrove, rydon, eddie/brendon 2000s band au fic was born

i also didn't expect to write more than the song fic haha so thats why theres only one chapter. Maybe if yall like it enough ill write more 👿

CHAPTER DROPPING THIS SUNDAY!!

in the meantime, here's a little teaser

Chicago: Punk Never Dies Tour 2005

Panic! At The Disco has just cleared the stage and their stage crew is busy setting up Corroded Coffins gear while the crowd demands a second encore. It's been a few days, since his break up with Billy, but it's still eating at Eddie. He hates that he's in such a bad mood. He loves the stage. He loves performing. But his personal life can’t get its fucking shit together and its bleeding all over his stage persona. Even two weeks later. 

He's far enough into his head he doesn't even notice there's someone in front of him until they make physical contact. 

“Eds? You good man?” 

It's Gareth. 15 years his band mate and he knows Eddie and his moods like the back of his hand. Eddie gives him a tight lipped smile. He's not. Not even a little.

“Yeah man, sorry. Didn't sleep great last night.”

Gareth smirks and rolls his eyes. 

“So I guess I should be blaming Billy then.” 

Any other day, Eddie would laugh it off. Maybe agree, flirt, or make an over the top sexual remark. But not today. Not after Billy yanked out his heart, crushed it with his boot and then pissed on it. 

“We’re done.” 

Gareth's playful face drops and he looks a little queasy. 

“S-Shit, man, I-I’m so sorry.”

“You didn't know,” Eddie says, shaking his head and slapping the back of his bandmates shoulder to indicate the end of that conversation. “Come on, gotta get warmed up.”

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Billy is practically vibrating out of his skin. He looks like he's either going to pass out or throw up. 

“I don't wanna be here Steve,” he says for the 7th time since they arrived at the small venue, but based on the never ending mood swings and constant name dropping of his ex, it's more than obvious to Steve Billy does want to be here. Needs it actually. Steve knows Billy never should of broken up with Eddie. Even if the blonde convinces himself, poorly, he's better off without him. 

“Yes, you do. Come on, I’m right here. I’ll be right here, the whole time.”

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The stage lights change and Eddie turns to face the crowd, still high off that last long. Evidently so are they, because the pit is still active and Eddie watches with glee as the security guards try and fail to stop it. He's arguably feeling a little bit better. Their first few songs have turned an already wild crowd feral. He makes a risky decision, and hopes it's the right one.  

“Okay so this next song is brand new. LIke, I wrote it a week ago new. And, well, it's drastically different than anything we've ever written or performed, but I don't know, what do you think guys? Think this is a good crowd for it?”

The crowd explodes and Eddie laughs, high off their approval. 

“Alright alright, ya convinced us,” he says before nodding to the band to start setting up for their new song. Gareth changes his black bass for an electric-red one, Jeff swaps his bass for the electric violin, and Mike starts up the simple, repetitive drumline with a bass boosted modification. Eddie switches his handheld microphone for a headset, eagerly waiting for his tour mate to return to the side stage.

The song starts off starts off slow, with a deep base undertone accentuated by an electric violin that Eddie thought feels so sexy once they get to the chorus. He's never performed it live before, only twice at practice before the concert tonight, but in his head it's going to be sexy. Mostly, he just had alot of feelings about one resident asshole Billy Hargrove that he needs to get out. The stage is where he healed.

[segadores-y-soldados]

Overwatch: Apocalypse Now

TL;DR: Overwatch is slowly building a world of apocalypses and horror stories through references to mythology, literature, and pop culture.  Through these, it continues a cautionary tale of “humanity’s greatest flaw is its own ambitious arrogance,” the same arrogance which caused Overwatch to fall.  It has also presented a few different routes of “hope” to try and break the cycle.

More stuff to read, if you want: Soldier: 76 Fact Sheet, References, and Some Analyses Reaper Art Assets Reaper References  Reaper and Soldier: American Cultural References Ana as the source of conflict

They said to each other, “Come, let’s make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. 4 Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth.” - Genesis 11:3 - 4

UNDER CONSTRUCTION: Like much of the still-growing city, the massive tower at the center of Oasis is still under construction and has no estimated completion date. Though the current structure is already one of the world's tallest skyscrapers, the final plans call for it to extend even further, easily becoming the world's tallest freestanding building. Not much is known about the tower's purpose, other than it ties into the city's massive data gathering and computational efforts. - Oasis Travel Tips

In the hype of Oasis dropping and the ever wonderful jump-pad, many people missed the very quiet and almost hidden lore about the city that was simultaneously released by Blizzard.  The “Oasis Travel Tips” revealed that the “city of science” was controlled by a group of ministries governed by “a brilliant collective of eight of the world's leading scientists.”  Among the lore dropped was the revelation that the Gardens map was intended to evoke the Hanging Gardens of Babylon -

And that “the tower” in the distance was a clear homage to The Tower of Babel.

For those of you who are not familiar with the story of The Tower of Babel, it is a tale from Genesis that explains why there are so many languages.  In the story, all of humanity shared one language, and as means of this communication, began to build a tower to reach the heavens and God Himself.  When God saw what humanity was doing, He destroyed the tower and scattered the people, giving them different languages so that they could not perform such a feat again.  The lesson here is that the arrogance of humanity led them to believe they could build something as impressive as God Himself (or so some say).

While it is difficult to detangle The Tower of Babel from its religious connotations, the emphasis here is that “one should not be so arrogant” or the “higher powers that be” will bring their wrath upon you.

Which is precisely the overarching story that Overwatch’s lore is building. I’ve been wondering for some time how to structure all these disparate pieces of lore into something that connects to the major themes of “Who watches the Watchmen?”, “History repeats itself,” and “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions,” but with Uprising, we finally have a lot more tangible proof that the “grand theme” of Overwatch’s lore - both the “canon” lore outside of the game, and numerous “in-game” references - are building a new version of an age-old tale of the apocalypse and “the ancient horrors” lurking just beyond human perception.  These “larger forces” are dropped through mythology and religious references, but also a number of pop culture and “horror story” references that litter the game.  I’ve tried to collect the majority of them here. But to start with, we need to cover some background info.

1. The Nameless City of Oasis

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons, even death may die."

I’m not gonna claim to be any authority on Lovecraft, but any Lovecraft or Eldritch horror fan should look at Oasis with a slight skepticism.  Already we have references to the Tower of Babel with the map, and there are numerous in-game lines that imply that something vaguely sinister is going on beneath the shiny surface of the city.

Junkrat: “This place is a bit posh for me…” Symmetra: “The Vishkar Corporation would love to have a presence here.” Zenyatta: “What a fascinating place!  Can science alone unlock the path to enlightenment?”

The most important one, however, is this set (I cannot find the direct quotes, so I’m basing this off memory but):

Sombra: “What are we doing here?” Reaper: “We’re here to see an old friend.”

Now this is extremely interesting.  One of the prevailing fan theories is that Angela “Mercy” Ziegler may have connections to Oasis - she is depicted in the Recall short as being located somewhere in the Middle East, particularly somewhere in present-day Iraq, which is where “the city of Oasis” is located.  In the Reflections comic, she is shown to be working on some sort of “active field duty” in a tent that is brightly-lit.  In the “We Are Overwatch” short, she rescues a young girl on the edge of a large city with multiple skyscrapers in the background.

I know there is already speculation that, if Mercy is in fact located in Oasis, Reaper is “out for her.”  Another version of the theory goes that Reaper is coming to see her to ask her for help with his current state of existence (note that I am not a fan of the “Mercy botched saving Reaper” theory because that has been effectively debunked by Chu).

Because if there is anyone capable of helping Reaper restore himself, it would be “the doctor of death herself,” Angela Ziegler.

We know from Dragons, Recall, Hero, and the Museum Heist that 1) ultimates such as the Dragons and Tactical Visor are canon, 2) Reaper is capable of transforming himself into smoke, 3) Winston’s in-game abilities - including his Rage ultimate - are canon.  At the moment, there is no reason to believe that Mercy’s Resurrection ultimate is not canon.  People will no doubt argue that I’m making a leap of logic here, but until confirmed otherwise, I’d say it’s likely that all Ultimates are canon.

And therefore this means that Mercy knows how to revive the dead.

More than anything, this means that if Mercy is associated with Oasis, that we should be giving a solid, hard look at what exactly this implies for lore.  I’m not saying that Oasis “having Lovecraftian connotations is 100% canon,” but rather it is important to note that the types of references a story builds for itself almost certainly influences the type of story it wants to portray.  The fact that Mercy has not one, but multiple skins that are related to “raising the dead in morally-ambiguous ways” is telling.  She has two Valkyrie skins, the Imp and Devil skins, and the Witch skin (which literally carries “a book of life” on her).

Again, I already know these skins aren’t canon.  That’s beside the point.  The point here is that all of this combined creates a very ambiguous tone about Mercy and Oasis - the undercurrents of mistrust, the sensation that “something lurks in the city,” the feeling that “humanity is playing with forces it cannot control,” the idea that “a doctor who defies death” lives and works there, the idea that the “in-game embodiment of Death Himself” is going there to “visit an old friend.”  These are all things that build an eerie sense of foreboding.

Exactly as Lovecraft would have wanted it.

Lovecraft’s Nameless City builds the groundwork “lore” for his Cthulhu mythology.  The “nameless city” is a city in the Arabian desert, older than Babylon, implied to have been “lost” to the ages as humanity began to conquer the earth.  The ancient race that built the city retreated underground, where they continued their worship of the Great Old Ones.  The human protagonist of The Nameless City wanders deeper and deeper until he is beset by the presence of the ancient race and some form of the Great Old Ones, ostensibly for “intruding on a realm he had no right to access.”

“I think I screamed frantically near the last—I was almost mad—but if I did so my cries were lost in the hell-born babel of the howling wind-wraiths. I tried to crawl against the murderous invisible torrent, but I could not even hold my own as I was pushed slowly and inexorably toward the unknown world. Finally reason must have wholly snapped, for I fell to babbling over and over that unexplainable couplet of the mad Arab Alhazred, who dreamed of the nameless city:

“That is not dead which can eternal lie,

And with strange aeons even death may die.”

Only the grim brooding desert gods know what really took place—what indescribable struggles and scrambles in the dark I endured or what Abaddon guided me back to life, where I must always remember and shiver in the night-wind till oblivion—or worse—claims me. Monstrous, unnatural, colossal, was the thing—too far beyond all the ideas of man to be believed except in the silent damnable small hours when one cannot sleep.”

Here again we have a reference that “humanity is toying with forces it cannot hope to control” - time and death, an understanding of the universe much larger than “simple mortal sentience” can bear.  Above all else, The Nameless City is where the author of Lovecraft’s mythological Necronomicon first begins writing the book, which originally has an Arabic title of “Al Azif,” loosely translated by Lovecraft himself as “that nocturnal sound (made by insects) supposed to be the howling of demons.”

Demons being jinn/djinn, or “genies.”   And there is one character in Overwatch who has a Djinn skin.  

2. God Programs and Null Sector

It always struck me as odd that Zenyatta has not one, but four mythology references that are NOT Tibetan or Nepalese in the slightest.  In fact, he has two Djinn-based skins and two Egyptian skins (Ra and Sunyatta) which always seemed better suited to Ana or Pharah.  Zenyatta did not get a Tibetan skin until the Halloween special, where he got a death-based skin with a Tibetan skull cap (again - I get this is not canon, but it is telling that his Halloween reference was to skull artwork).  I do not doubt that Zenyatta’s skins - much like the other skins in the game - are simply following “a rule of cool” but like Mercy’s skins, they should give us some pause.  In mythology, the djinn are trickster-type creatures that can span a range of morality (again, very similar to Mercy’s Valkyrie and Witch skins), and their whimsical natures certainly match Zenyatta’s, even if their origin is a bit far from Nepal.  

The Ra and Sunyatta skins, however, are really interesting when you consider the fact that the only “canon” God Program currently revealed is Anubis.  

For those of you that don’t know, Anubis is featured in Pharah’s comic “Mission Statement,” where it is revealed to be a supercomputer Omnic dubbed “a God Program” that is capable of mind-controlling other Omnics.  

Which, you know, is the kind of stuff that Lovecraft’s Great Old Ones are capable of doing.  

What is not stated outright in the Mission Statement comic, but is instead implied (once again, by Reaper) in Old Soldiers and in other in-game dialogue, is that Helix Securities is somehow “messing around” with “something beyond their control” by doing strange and possibly unethical experiments on Anubis, and that Anubis “lashed out” against them (causing Helix to send in Pharah’s Raptora squad to put it down).  

The only other characters to have Egyptian mythology skins are Pharah herself (shockingly called “Anubis”) and her mother Ana (“Horus”).  It is implied in Old Soldiers that Ana is attempting to “find out” what happened in Mission Statement through a Talon associate Harkim (the man Reaper speaks to).  

So what does this mean?

Once again, humanity is playing with forces much larger than itself - in this case, a literal supercomputer that rivals “gods” - and the effects of this trickle down all the way to Pharah, Ana, and Reaper, who have to struggle with the aftermath of this “small scale disaster.”  Only unlike Oasis, where a lot of the “inferences” are “non-canon” or simply implied, Mission Statement is canon to the overarching lore.  While the “Egyptian god skins” are non necessarily canon, we can see that Blizzard is pulling in characters like Pharah, Ana, and Zenyatta into a shared “background mythos,” much like Mercy and Oasis.  

And this has direct implications on Uprising’s lore and background.  

In the Uprising comic, we see that Null Sector arises from pushback against anti-Omnic sentiments in London, which city officials and Mondatta were trying to rectify when Null Sector attacked.  Overwatch - more specifically, Commander Jack Morrison and his fellow leaders Ana Amari and Gabriel Reyes - are put in a position where they are forced to make a difficult choice: stand on the sidelines and watch the situation deteriorate even further, or take action and risk getting in further international trouble with their Director and the rest of the world’s governments.  As most people know, they do the latter.  

“Canon Overwatch lore” shows that a team of four - Reinhardt, Mercy, Tracer, and Torbjorn - go into King’s Row and deliver a bomb before taking down Null Sector’s main base and freeing the hostages.  But what is extremely interesting are a number of the new interactions - both canon and non-canon - that can be found in the mode.

(Note that most of these are based on memory):

1. A Torbjorn-Tracer interaction in which Tracer protests that “Not all Omnics are like this.”  Torbjorn responds along the lines of “Look around - this has happened before and this will happen again!”  He seems to be implying that the normal King’s Row map - in which a group of attackers is trying to push an EMP to the Power Plant to disable “hostile Omnic forces” - is a result of the consequences of the events of Uprising, and even that Null Sector may return in the future.  However, this also builds on the old adage of “history repeats itself” which once again is a major thematic issue of Overwatch.  

2. Null Sector troopers will say the lines of “Error: Faulty Programming” when Zenyatta’s discord orb is placed on them in All Heroes mode.   3. Orisa has a new voiceline when being revived where she says “I think I saw the Iris.”  

The last two are super fascinating because we have two new ideas being presented here.  The first is that Zenyatta’s discord orb operates by disrupting mental or computational abilities and works by “disorienting” enemies, allowing allies to target them in their “mentally weakened state.”  Even though this interaction is not canon, it once again builds on the idea of mind control/mind effect that Anubis and Lovecraft’s Great Old Ones have.  Zenyatta’s standard lines about the ability - “Bask in the shadow of doubt.” “Darkness falls.” “You are your own worst enemy.” “There is disquiet in your soul.” - are among some of the most ominous and sinister lines in the game.  With this, Zenyatta’s ties to the “background mythos” of “uncontrollable chaos” lurking at the edges of Overwatch’s fictional world get much stronger, especially now that it’s shown he can perform these same abilities on other Omnics.  

Orisa’s new voiceline is extra telling because previously it was implied that “only enlightened Omnics” could see the entity known as “The Iris,” but now a “one month old” Omnic with limited experiences in the world has implied that she has seen it upon her death and “resurrection” (once again, we should be thinking of all the shady stuff about Mercy here).  Since Bastion does not have the ability to speak any known human language (oh look, another lowkey Babel reference), Orisa is now the third Omnic character to confirm the existence of the Iris outside of Zenyatta and Mondatta.  

3. Gazing into the abyss - Sombra, The Eye Conspiracy, and the Popol Vuh

I know that other people have already put forward the idea that the Eye featured at the center of Sombra’s conspiracy web is “the Iris” - personally, I’m not a big fan of the idea but I want to examine it because the motif of “eyes” is recurring in Overwatch.  We have, at a glance (heh): 1. Ana and Pharah both having “eyes of Horus” tattoos.

2. Ana, Reinhardt, and Torbjorn are all missing eyes.

3. Soldier: 76 with his “enhanced vision” thanks to Tactical Visor.

4. Widowmaker’s “multi-view” camera headgear.

5. Hanzo’s “eyes of the dragon.”

6. Zenyatta’s Iris references.  

7. Winston and Mei both wear glasses (and reference it).

8. Sombra’s Eye conspiracy.

9. Orisa’s new voiceline about the Iris.

10. Multiple characters in masks or headgear that obscure their eyes.

11. McCree’s “Deadeye” ultimate.

12. The literal name of “Overwatch.”

I’ve probably missed some, but in any case, the associated motifs of eyes/vision/watching things is constant and ubiquitous in Overwatch (even down to the name of the game itself), which wraps about around to the very blunt and obvious “Who watches the Watchmen” theme that the series has going on.  With Uprising, we have the implied idea that “Overwatch has steadily overgrown its original parameters and started acting as ‘world police’ for justice and assistance.”  It may mean well, but ultimately, Overwatch is directly told by Director Petras, the UK government, and public protests (shown on the news blurbs) that “its oversight and protections” are no longer wanted or needed, even if its intentions are good and pure.  

It is not surprising then, that the idea of Overwatch “becoming too ambitious - even with good intentions” brought down the “wrath” of something even larger than it, something with the ability to move forces such as Talon, LumériCo, Volskaya, etc.  

Something that “watches” the “Overwatchmen.”  

Personally, I think the idea that the Eye Conspiracy being the same as The Iris is a little on-the-nose, especially since a lot of the “background mythos” is a series of obscure references that require semi-inane “connecting the dots” to find (am I self-depreciating here?  Yes), but it is a promising theory, especially with the new stuff surround Null Sector, Zenyatta, and Orisa.  So while I don’t want to talk to much about “what the Eye Conspiracy could be,” I do want to get into a little bit of “background mythos” around Sombra -

Because it too involves “deaths that cannot die.”  

Dorado itself was rather blindly (hah) designed by the Overwatch team who, in their haste to make a “bright, colorful village map,” drew references from an Italian city by the sea (gj guys, way to double-check your sources).  But the LumériCo power plant was almost certainly designed based on the Laguna Verde Nuclear Power Plant, which exists in almost the exact same location as Dorado’s maps (note that the in-game map within the LumériCo appears to be incorrect, as the Uprising map confirms that Dorado is supposed to be further south on the Gulf of Mexico).  More than anything else, the LumériCo power plants are designed to evoke the pyramids of Aztec and Mayan design.  These were massive stone builds of ritual, political, and social power that were meant to mimic the mountains that gods such as the Feathered Serpent, Tlaloc/Chaac, and Huitzilopochtli were believed to live on.  They were also meant to be displays of power and regality by various kings, queens, and rulers.  

So like the Temple of Anubis, the LumériCo power plant is a remixing of “real world mythologies” with the dev team’s “vision of the future,” a vision where humanity celebrates its diversity and the beauty of its multitude of ideas and histories with a “futuristic twist.”  

But what it also implies is that Portero - the CEO of LumériCo - is imposing himself as a psuedo-ruler in Mexico.  

And that’s not just me “reading the inferences” like with Oasis or Mercy.  This is outright what Sombra calls him in the Sombra ARG.

“Long live the King!

“The King Guillermo Portero of LumériCo invites cordially, his loyal servants, to participate in his crowning event and to celebrate his infinite greed and treason toward the people of México. We gave coordinated the publication of info that demonstrates that Portero is a viper, that have for a long time ripoff the riches of our country for his own wealth. He has corrupted our government, turned our sisters and brothers into beggars, and he won’t stop until controlling the whole country under his dominance. But we, Los Muertos, won’t tolerate the celebration of his reign of corruption. We’ll demonstrate to our new conquistadores (conquerors) who will take the reins of the future of our country! On November 1st, we’ll dethrone the King Viper and we’ll celebrate the recovery of our home.”

Surrounding Sombra and Los Muertos is a mythos of revolution and resistance, notably against a “new world oligarchy” of which Sombra perceives Portero to be “only the start.”  In Infiltration we see her take on Katya Volskaya through blackmail and “trickery,” and in her Origins video, Sombra outright declares war on “The Eye Conspiracy.”

“I’ll find out who really runs the world.  I’ll find their weaknesses and how to exploit them.  And when I do - I’ll be the one pulling the strings.”  

Whether intentional or not, Sombra’s arching story and its motifs parallels one of the major Mayan mythologies - the Hero Twins of the Popol Vuh.  The Hero Twins are symbols of life and death, war and peace, day and night.  In the most famous version of their adventures, the Hero Twins take on the lords of Xibalba (the underworld) and “beat them at their own games” using information, trickery, and cunning.  In some versions of the myth, they go on to become the Sun and the Moon, and watch over the world for the rest of eternity.  

We have seen Sombra challenge “the reign” of Portero and through her leaks, she forced him to resign under public humiliation.  We have seen her start to make a move against Volskaya Industries.  And we know, from her interactions with Reaper, that she is semi-aware that “something is going on with someone in Oasis.”  Michael Chu has stated that Sombra’s interactions with Reaper are canon, and therefore, “the shadow” and “Death himself” are relatively close (as implied by the “you don’t mind if I call you Gabe, do you?”/”stick to the mission” interaction).  

Interesting here too, again whether intentional or not, is the idea that figures who represent or are associated with Death - Sombra, Los Muertos, Reaper, Null Sector, Zenyatta, Anubis, Mercy - are “pushing back” against much larger powers, resisting against those who “watch the Overwatchmen,” and trying to reclaim power.  

4. I’m not the one with the statue.

Before there was Lovecraft, before the Nameless City, before the Cthulhu mythos, there was Shelley’s Ozymandias.

“I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Surprise, surprise - a Very Important Statue of a Very Important Character in Overwatch got referenced in Uprising.  Surprise, surprise - this same statue was depicted from The Very Beginning in the Museum Heist short, before Soldier: 76/Jack Morrison had even been revealed as a character.  

Surprise, surprise - this very same statue is implied to have been blown up in the Swiss Base explosion (you can actually see a “trunkless leg” in the Soldier: 76 Origins video).

And - surprise, surprise - Ozymandias is the “superhero alter-ego name” of Adrian Viedt in Watchmen, the “true antagonist” of the story and whose jaded, misguided morals designs an “impending disaster” in order to try and force humanity to unite against it.  

“Before Manhattan leaves to create life in another galaxy, Veidt asks him if he "did the right thing in the end". Manhattan replies that "In the end? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends", leaving Veidt in doubt about how long the peace will last.”

In Watchmen, there are constant themes of “history repeats itself” and “humanity’s arrogance and desire for personal short-term satisfaction outweigh idealism and hope for long-term peace and prosperity.”  And of course the ever prevalent theme of “Who watches the Watchmen?”

And since Overwatch straight up rips off Watchmen, it’s not surprising at all that these major themes have worked themselves into the “background mythos” and outright lore of the game, its characters, and its world.  Of course, Overwatch attempts to portray its version of Ozymandias - Jack Morrison/Soldier: 76 - in a more...morally acceptable light, framing his decisions as “doing the right thing but ultimately sacrificing his ‘empire’ for it.”  If anything, Uprising shows Morrison as a character “setting out on the right track, but ultimately brought down by the corruption of the larger forces in the world - the conspiracy that invades his organization, that seemingly ‘brings down and blinds (hah) his friends Ana and Gabriel,’ and that literally attempts to kill him.”

Of course, when you read between the lines of the Uprising comic, we can see that “the rest of the world” has begun to perceive Overwatch a rather different way - as a policing force that has started to overstep its bounds, impose its ambitions of “peace” upon the world “through means of trickery and deceit (Blackwatch) and even outright control methods (Overwatch Strike Team),” and aims to “reach for the impossible.”

And so we come to the idea of “the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”

Much like the Tower of Babel, much like Mission Statement, much like the Sombra ARG, we have a recurring “background story” where “the larger powers that be” are fighting (from their perspective) to “keep humanity in its rightful place,” to restrict and lay low its ambitions and “arrogance,” to show that - no matter how well-meaning - overstepping one’s bounds will result in disaster and strife.  If Overwatch could not achieve global peace “through its Strike Teams and Blackwatch,” then how can anyone else?  

If the Ozymandias of the poem could not maintain his empire and his power, if even Time Itself brought him down and ruined “his works,” if even Time Itself could wear down on the Nameless City, if even after twenty to thirty years of hard work for peace could not solidify Overwatch’s worth in the world -

Then what will defy Time Itself?  

What will break the cycle of history repeating itself?  

Overwatch has set up a few “routes” - all of them paralleling each other - out of this “background mythos of endless horror and despair” it has built for itself.  

The first is Recalled Overwatch - the “Neutral/Chaotic Good” route.  In this Route, Winston and Tracer have begun to rebuild the fallen Overwatch from the rubble, in direct defiance of the Petras Act.  We know that, in due time, Genji attempts to join them (after Dragons), and that he invites Hanzo along.  Other agents who receive the Recall notice are Mercy, McCree, Reinhardt, and Torbjorn.  This is the route that will “do things the right way this time,” where “the darkness” is fought back with “the light,” where “discord and disquiet” are overcome by “harmony and tranquility.”  The uncertainty here is that there is nothing which prevents this route from repeating the same history as its predecessor.  

The second is the Old Soldiers - the “True Neutral/Chaotic Neutral” route.  In this route, we have Soldier: 76 and Ana setting off on their own, looking for “answers” to the “war that never ends.”  What exactly Soldier and Ana are looking for is unknown - arguably, they’re looking for a way to bring down the conspiracy that ended Overwatch, but this is never stated outright.  The problem with this route is that since there’s only two of them, they may never find what they are looking for.

The third route is the “Even Death may die” - the “True Neutral/Chaotic Evil” route.  This is the route that, in my opinion, is by far the most interesting.  It is the route that follows Sombra, Reaper, and Widowmaker.  We know for certain that Sombra is out to find and control “the larger forces that really run the world,” and arguably Reaper “may be in on this plan.”  Widowmaker’s role in this is uncertain.  This is the route that probably parallels the Hero Twins - descending into “the underworld” to fight “the Lords of Death” with tricks, cunning, and intelligence, besting them at their own games.  This is the route that would counter “whatever Great Old Ones exist” in Overwatch’s world with their own abilities - Sombra’s hacking and systems, Reaper’s inability to die, and (if she’s part of it) Widowmaker’s sniping abilities.  The issue with this route is that there is nothing preventing these individuals from being “corrupted” by the same forces that “corrupted” the Eye Conspiracy and led to the fall of Overwatch.

One thing I want to stress is that none of these routes are necessarily “morally or ethically correct.”

After all -

It depends on how you see it.  

There is a lot here for the development team to play with.  It’s taken them quite a lot of time to get their feet on the ground, but now that they have an increasingly solid foundation to work on, they can build their bizarre and beautiful world however they want, with increasingly interesting and oddball references.  With Uprising, we got stuff as wonderfully whimsical as the Selfie and Baby highlight intros, the Contra sprays, the Null Sector skins, etc, but we also got stuff as eerie and surreal as the Zenyatta discord orb lines, Orisa’s “Was that the Iris?” line, the strong implication of Null Sector using reprogramming to make Bastions and OR-14s fight against their will, and Torbjorn’s lines of “this has happened before and it will happen again.”  

What the Overwatch team is building here is a series of “range of canon” background mythologies (some that are “non-canon but merely background white noise that colors how the players view the world,” to “these are kinda sorta canon and you should be paying attention to how we use these references,” to “these are outright canon and we will be using them blatantly for whatever we want”) that develop the world in a set of unique ways.  Even for the stuff that “isn’t canon,” it still exists in the game and it still tints how players interact with the characters, their personalities, and their story arcs.  Reaper’s Mariachi skins and Zenyatta’s Djinn skins may never matter “in the overall story,” but they still show small “slices” of personality that reveal something new about them.  Similarly, Zenyatta’s lines about his discord orb may never “make it to canon,” but they still demonstrate that “something dark” lurks within them.  

And this is, arguably, both the strength and weakness of this style of storytelling: anything and everything is open and available for use.  You can design a world where a map references the Tower of Babel and more or less imply that “the doctor who defies death” lives there, but you can change this at the drop of a hat.  You can create a robot monk whose abilities rely on amplifying “the disquiet” in other characters’ souls, but then say that his statements on these abilities are not “canon.” You can craft a narrative surrounding three old comrades who have had a major falling out and then leave massive gaps in the explanation for this problem.  You gain freedom, flexibility, and openness in exchange for lore that stands on a foundation as steady as shifting sands.  

So yes, I know that like half of this essay or whatever “isn’t canon.”  But if Mercy’s Witch skin has impacted how you view her, or knowledge of Watchmen has impacted how you understand Overwatch as a whole, or hearing Orisa’s voiceline about the Iris has changed your perception of it, then does it matter “how canon” it is?

If it has impacted how you see it

Then it has already influenced how you interpret it.  

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This doesn’t even BEGIN to cover all the apocalypse references made by characters like Roadhog, Junkrat, Ana, Reaper, etc.  There are, frankly, a massive amount of voicelines that - once again - shade how the player perceives the characters and the world of Overwatch at large.  This doesn’t even cover backstories like Reaper or Mei or D.va, that latter of whom straight up has Godzilla/Evangelion references in her background.  And this doesn’t even cover stuff like the battle of Eichenwalde, or Deadlock, or “HAL-fred Glitchbot” (who is literally a reference to HAL and Alfred Hitchcock, both elements of “Hollywood horror”), or even the issues around Los Muertos.  There’s a ton here that shows that the Overwatch devs are dropping apocalyptic and/or horror references as varied as Mad Max to Apocalypse Now to 2001: A Space Odyssey to Neon Genesis Evangelion to The Headless Horseman to “the grandfather of all sci-fi” Frankenstein to “the grandfather of American macabre Romanticism” Edgar Allan Poe.  

The “background mythos” of Overwatch is filled with horror story references - everything from The Raven, to Thriller, to Psycho.  Behind the bright colors and beautiful maps are canon stories that imply something darker - a God Program being contained against its will, a yakuza clan that “needs to be reigned in,” a city “building the tallest tower in the world,” an arms-dealing gang “coming back into power,” an EMP being delivered to “hostile Omincs” - and a whole slew of “non-canon references” that display something even deeper, “even darker” that lurks beneath them all.

[bluetoraa]

•CHILDISH THINGS THEY DO TO GET YOUR ATTENTION•

!warnings!

gn!reader

swearing

karma akabane:

you were doing your homework while karma, was patiently waiting for you to notice him sitting right infront of you.

he was bouncing his leg, waiting for you to look up at him. he couldn’t fuckin’ take it!

what does a man have to do to get attention from his partner??

first he started clicking a pen like a lot, but all you did was put in your headphones to ignore him even more.

have you lost your mind?? you have this perfect man, hell, the man of your dreams sitting INFRONT OF YOU!

he started saying your name repeatedly, hoping you’ll just even GLANCE at him!

c’mon he deserves it.

but you didn’t, you didn’t even bat an eye at him.

what does math have that he doesn’t?? he’s like, so much better! spend your time with him and not wasting away!!

drastic measures have to happen. immediately.

he starts to get REAL ANNOYING. he flicking away your pencil, or drawing something on your paper with his chin resting on his hand with a smirk.

this is when you finally snapped.

you slammed your pencil down on the table and looked karma in his eyes, shouting

“UGH WHAT DO YOU WANT?!??”

“ah, so you do know you to look up! i was starting to get worrried for you back, ya know?”

he said getting up and walking towards you and just picked you up!

who the hell does he think he is??

karma dropped you onto the sofa right infront of the tv, and curled up right beside you to hold you.

“since you were being such a brat earlier, i get to pick what we’re watching!”

“yeah yeah..as long its not something nerdy.”

“HEY-“

after you said that you just, tuned him out.

all he wanted, was to cuddle and watch his favourite show with you…huh.

’what a big baby..’

nagisa shiota:

you were on the phone talking to one of your friends for what seemed like an eternity.

he just walked to talk to you not you ignoring him to talk to your friend, you.

his first method is to just, sit across from you, hoping you’ll notice him.

but you never did, you just kept on rambling about god knows what.

the next thing he thought to do was to sit beside you. bold move nagisa.

but that didn’t fucking work either.

so, he leaned onto your side, thinking you’d get the hint.

but all you did was put your arm around his waist, without even looking at him.

even though nagisa was progressing, this still wasn’t enough.

he needs your undivided attention.

he just wants to see your pretty face, please just talk to him! :(

nagisa was getting desperate at this point. like, EXTREMELY desperate.

he started poking you, staring at you with puppy dog eyes, held your hand, etc.

then, thats when you finally said your goodbyes and hung up.

“whats up with you? you’re acting like a huge baby.”

“mm..nothing. just come here.”

he said as he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you into his chest, laying down.

“next time, pay attention to me. please?”

“i will, i promise.”

“we’re gonna watch my favourite movie as an apology. kay?”

you giggle a bit at hearing him be so demanding, if thats what you should even call it.

“thats just fine nagisa.”

you say with a smile. this man really is a baby, but he’s your baby. so it really doesn’t matter.

AUTHOR NOTES;

hey yall..sorry for not posting..and im sorry this is so short.

please wait for a longer one monday-saturday :(! i promise i’ll do it.

but im tired. so…

to whoevers reading this i hope you have a great day or night! thank you for reading!

august 21, sunday. 3:42 AM

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[wakandascrystal]

Sunday night

Erik x blackreader

A/N: I miss yall. Miss Rona has been such a pain and school has been pulling me by my 2 front teeth. I hope yall are well. Mentally, physically and spiritually. 

                      —————————————————————–

”It's the beard not connecting for me.” Erik sat back on the couch.

“Really its like that?“ You nodded while taking sip of your wine.

“Okay. It's the getting played by a nigga that weighs less than you for me?“ You choked thinking of your ex.

Game on you thought.

“It's the almost getting killed in Africa..for me“ You took another sip paired with a piece of chocolate from the box he had bought for you.

“Its the having no friends for me?“ He tried to take a piece as well but you smacked his hand away.

“It's the forgetting our 3rd anniversary for me?“ 

“Im sorry” he said under his breath

“Okay...that's fair.” He also took a sip of his henny 

“Its the cumming quickly for me?“ The pillow you threw meet his face.

“....and who’s fault is that nigga.“ His laughter filled the room

“I plead guilty your honour“

“...Its the flirting with the waitress in front of me....for me.“

“Stop playing. That shit never happened.“ 

“It's the expired drivers license for me.”

“Erik i said i'm going to get it done next week.“

He rolled his eyes

“Ïts the-“ You stopped him.

“Its my turn....Its pushing 30 with no wife for me.“

Erik didn't respond for a long moment. He finished his drink and looked at you. You wanted to apologize. He looked sad, you really didn't mean to hurt his feelings  

“...Its ....its my girl...the only woman i've ever loved..Saying she's scared of marrying me...for me“

Your heart dropped. You knew he must have over head you when were talking about marriage to your sister.

“Erik...“

“Nah its cool I-“ You cut him off.

“That is not what I meant at all. Erik you should have said something that is not what I meant. I'm not scared of marrying you. I'm scared of marriage perod.“

His face soften up but it was still stern. He wanted you to carry on explaining.

“....just...just looking at everybody in my life who got married. Shit sucks for them. Debt and arguments...they fight and cheat like crazy. They stop loving each other when they get married. I cant explain it but all I'm saying is I dont want that for us and what if it happens when we get married.“

“Y/N. This what you think about when i'm not around.....That's them ...and I can't guarantee that bad shit won't happen to us but no matter what craziness comes out ....Im never leaving you. I'm your Captain, Captain hook....now fuck I look like abandoning ship.... This is it for me. You are it for me baby girl.“

Tears had slowly walled up. You left your warm sit to give him a hug.

“That was the most beautiful and ....corniest shit your ever said.“

He giggled into your hair.

“Now do me a favour....Go to that drawer and get me the white box inside.“

“...what you gonna propose now?“

“No. Its a cigar. I want to smoke it...the henny is hitting right.“ He rubbed his chest and you smacked your teeth and walked of. 

“He's back yall. Goofy Erik is back.” 

You pulled out the white box and went to the kitchen to get him a lighter.

“Here you will need this...but please take it outside on the balcony or something. I dont want it to smell in here.“

As you turned your back on him he got down on one knee. You turn back wondering why he went all quite.

“Y/N would you do me the honor of being my wife?“

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[pettyprocrastination]

Dinner for Three

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Valerie Lord x Black!Fem!Reader

OneShot: This is just a non-canon fic! This is basically placed AFTER the timelines of this fic, just a fun little side ficlet surrounding you and the lords after yall get together in celebration of Valentines day!

*If you want to read the rest of the fic so far here's a link to my masterlist where you can find Rip Out Our Seams & Stitch Us Together*

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: profanity, some groping going on and kissing. That's about it! Fluff and talking of self-worth.

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, you decide to treat Valerie to a nice homecooked dinner, Maxwell joins you when he returns home from work.

If the formatting is fucked im sorry tumblr fucked this like three times today im just trying to get it POSTED for you all.

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If I forgot to tag you I'm so sorry please let me know!

Notes: BIG thank you to @ficsilike-reblogged who bought me a kofi! I know i was meant to do asomething shorter but i couldn't help myself! Also my usual big thanks for the ever lovely @teaofpeach for editing for me you are an absolute treat my dear ily <3

(i coudn't find any good lasagna gifs the TRAGEDY)

“What in God’s name are you wearing?”

You turned around at the shocked voice to see Valerie standing in the kitchen doorway, red painted lips dropped open.

You grinned and planted your hands on your hips with pride. “My Valentine’s Day outfit! You don’t like it?”

Her face fell flat as she looked you up and down; the main culprit of her disdain was the shirt you wore, buttoned neatly and covered in hearts. “Hon, you look like a cartoon character.”

You wiggled your brows. “A sexy cartoon character?”

“Remind me again why I love you?”

Hearing the word ‘love’ from Valerie Lord would never not send your heart into a frenzy. It had been months since the gala, since they had told you about their feelings with courage brought on my champagne and their own confessions to one another.

They finally had each other, why couldn't they have you as well?

Of course, that didn’t mean there wasn’t a… learning curve. When it came to the relationship, Valerie was bad at sharing her feelings. Sure, she’d say when she didn’t like somebody, or when she thought certain food tasted bad or when Maxwell’s new cologne smelled like rat shit. But she wouldn’t tell you when she was sad, insecure or felt like she wasn’t enough for the both of you.

Maxwell was too concerned with the outer view of the relationship, as he had been with Valerie since they got married. It was suspicious of course, for him to be seen leaving with a “mystery woman” without his wife around, so he took certain precautions. When out and about, he would take too much time fretting over the cameras and questions than you.

These precautions nearly cost them your relationship, their sweet girl who brought them together and showed them love and care and made them realize while they couldn't live without each other, they couldn’t live without you as well.

But now, they knew this. That you weren’t a fling who could be replaced. Your nimble fingers had stitched their beating hearts back together with a golden thread they wouldn’t dare untie from your own.

You turned away from the heiress and back to the stove as you stirred the red sauce in front of you.

“As abhorrent as that shirt is-” Her voice purred in your ear as her arms slid around your waist and pulled your back flush against her- “I love you in those jeans.”

You chuckled and kept your eyes on the task at hand as you slowly stirred. “As much of a compliment that is, Mrs. Lord, why don’t you keep those hands to yourself until I put this on the stove, alright?”

She hummed, contemplative before pressing her lips to the crook of your neck. “So mean to me baby.”

Her hands toyed with your belt loop, a painted nail hooking your shirt and slowly sliding it out from where it was tucked.

You sucked in a sharp breath. “Valerie.”

“What? Can’t I show my pretty baby some love on Valentines day?”

“Not while I’m cooking on a hot stove, little-miss-gropey.” A quick slap to her wrist with the wooden spoon made her yelp and yank her hands away from you.

“Bitch!”

You turned and pursed your lips. “Aww, poor baby, want me to kiss it better?”

She grumbled under her breath, taking in the splattered food on her wrist from the spoon before swiping her finger through it and bringing it to her mouth.

“Maybe you can kiss my ass instea- Oh, damn that’s good.”

Her eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of such a high and mighty woman licking the back of her hand.

“Is that-”

“Basil?” She hummed at the taste. “I’m glad you enjoy it. It’s my father’s recipe.”

Valerie watched you as you cooked. Methodically adding each ingredient while humming along to the radio and swaying from side to side. 

“You don’t talk about him much.”

Valerie knew you were different than her and Maxwell. Your childhood wasn’t full of flashing cameras, propping questions, and hiding tears behind fake smiles to reporters. When your father was brought up in conversation, you didn’t bristle or change the subject. You would smile. 

She wasn’t jealous of that joy. That love you had from your family. She’s grateful for it, that amongst the struggles you had, there was also support and happiness. 

“He doesn’t come up in conversation often.” Valerie’s hands once more wrapped around your waist, but simply settled at your hips. Her body was flush with your own and she let her head rest on your shoulder, gently swaying with you as you continued to cook. 

“Tell me about him.”

She saw the small smile that graced your lips, mourning and grateful all at once as you spoke of him. 

“He used to say that as people, we’re a collection of those around us. The ones we’ve loved. All their little mannerisms and tics become a part of who we are. And that we do the same for other people who love us.” 

As you slowly set the pasta onto the bottom of the pan and began to layer the sauce, she wondered who you were an amalgamation of. Was the way you tilted your head back as you laughed from an old flame? 

Was the way you sang and shook your hips from a best friend when you were young, who you wished had been more?

Were the soft kisses you press to the tip of their noses something given to you? Or an act of love learned by watching your parents?

Did you have anything of hers? Of Max’s? 

Did they have anything of yours? 

“I see it in you and Max, yanno.” You stepped back to open the oven and settle the pan on the top rack before shutting it. “You both do a lil’ nose scrunch when you get angry.”

“What?” She drew back from your body, unintentionally wrinkling her nose in the process. “We do not.”

You pulled her close to your body again. Your arms settled around her waist as you slowly moved side to side. You hummed along to the smooth voice of Grover Washington Jr. that danced from the radio and filled the large kitchen, empty except for the two of you. 

“Sure do. You're also both very boujee-”

“Hey.”

“A touch temperamental-”

“I’ll give you that one but-"

“As well as emotionally constipated-”

“Excuse me?”

“And yet-” You hummed, letting your head drop forward to rest against hers, nose bumping against hers in a gentle caress- “I can’t help but love you both every damn day.”

Her blue eyes widened, before she groaned and shoved her face into your shirt. 

“You fucking sap.” She lifted her head to yours and kissed you. The melody curled around you as she wrapped her arms around your neck and tugged you flush against her. A soft moan broke from her lips as you ran your hands over the plush skin of her ass. 

You pulled away long enough to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, giggling when her face scrunched up in response. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Val."

Valerie Lord never thought she’d have this. This love and security. The ability to smile and kiss and dance on a Sunday night in the arms of a lover. She didn’t think she’d ever have a day where she felt love, a love she wasn’t afraid to admit. 

Especially to two people. 

The pair of you danced in silence, listening to the lyrics that serenaded the way you spun her and the laugh that bubbled up her chest her perfect, pinned, blonde curls came loose. 

And darling when the morning comes

And I see the morning sun

I wanna be the one with you.

When Maxwell came home, he noticed how quiet the house was. No chatter or footsteps along the hardwood floors. He knew what day it was, of course he did. He wasn’t an idiot. Valentine’s Day wasn’t a special day with the Lords. It never had been. 

But of course, that was before they met you.

Maxwell never saw that love with his parents. His mother was cold and cruel, and while his father was a good man, he knew he didn’t love her. He didn’t blame him for it. But now he felt it. The way his heart would hammer against his ribs so hard he wondered if you could hear him. The way all his stress and anger would melt away the moment Valerie’s hands held his face in a grasp like that used to carry a bird with a broken wing. 

He didn’t think it was possible to love. To desire and need somebody as much as he did you two. Now he did, and he wouldn’t go back to a life without it for all the money and power in the world. 

The sound of smooth sax caught his attention. Slowly, he set down his briefcase and followed the music until he found himself in front of the kitchen. 

This. Maxwell thought as he watched the two of you, your eyes shut as you held one another in a close embrace as swayed. This is why he did it all. 

The long hours, the greuling work and idiotic employees. If he could come home to this everyday, it’d all be worth it. 

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two until your own eyes opened and met his. 

“Happy to finally have you with us monopoly-man.”

He snorted at your lovingly crude nickname. “It was a long day at work.” Gone was the fake ‘apple-pie-and-picket-fence’ accent he forced himself to use at work when he spoke and you loved it. To see the real Maxwell was a privilege, one you would never take for granted. 

“Every day at work is a long day for you.”

Before he could retort, his wife unwrapped her arms from you and walked over to her husband. Valerie cupped his face in her hand and led him to her lips with a soft moan. Maxwell melted into the kiss with ease, all thoughts of work and conference calls vanished into thin air as his wife’s fingers carded through his hair. She pulled away with a wet pop and ran a thumb over the smudged lipstick on his face. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.”

Maxwell let his hand run over her bottom lip with a lazy smile. She was magnificent like this. Not preened or pinned or posed. She was messy and unkempt and happy. She never looked more breathtaking than in those moments. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

Her eyes flicked over his crisp suit and her sweet smile was replaced with a groan. 

“Son of a bitch you fuckers are matching!”

You shrieked with laughter while Valerie pointed an accusatory finger at the heart-covered tie that lay on her husband’s chest. 

“You tacky traitor!”

You leaned over and pressed your lips to his cheek, his hand coming to rest at the small of your back. 

“Aw don’t worry, Max. She’s just jealous she isn't matching with us.”

Valerie reared back. “I’ll be caught dead before I ever-”

“Alastair sent them to us.”

A moment of silence passed before she spoke again, more offended than annoyed. 

“And he didn’t send one for me?”

Maxwell smirked at his wife, fishing out a small white box and presenting it to her. 

“Our son knows his mother wouldn’t be caught dead in anything with gaudy patterns.” He opened the box and she took in the red heart earrings with a smile. 

Which was ultimately ruined by you. 

“Aw, he boujee just like his mama!”

Before either one could snap back at you, a small ding sounded through the kitchen and you moved quickly over to the oven. 

“You know-” Maxwell spoke as he put the earrings on his wife with gentle hands- “We have a chef for a reason.”

You brought out the pan and set it onto the stove, taking in the savory smell with a proud smile. 

“Well, fine then. Go get your cook to make you dinner if you want to complain.”

“Wait. Wait, no that not- that’s not what I meant- I’m starving, please.”

Valerie moved around her husband, taking a bottle of red wine and bumping his hip with hers. “Just set the table Maxwell, we both know how you can make it up to her later. It’s a special day after it all.”

Her husband loosened his tie and grinned at you in a way that made you think he wanted to eat you for dinner instead of the meal you prepared. 

“Lovely idea, darling.”

[sammy-gvf]

We get along (for the most part)

            Chapter 4

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Warnings: none just some cursing

MINORS DNI!! this story will get 18+!!

Other chapters are pinned on my profile in my masterlist



I am so sorry for the wait!! I wanted to make sure this looks good!

ALSO HUGE SHOUT OUT TO @please-buckme for going in and editing for me!! You’re a rock star, mamas! ❤️

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Friday

After having classes all week, I like to unwind at Lilly’s house with a few alcoholic beverages. We used to drink and smoke cigarettes all weekend long when we were teenagers, since we aren't anymore and we both work and attend college classes we barely have time to see each other.

Stepping out of my car onto the sidewalk of Lilly's house, I see Mrs. Bodecker on the porch of their new home. She has her radio up quite loud to where I can hear the song “ California Dreamin’ By The Mamas and the Papas. I walk myself up to the bottom of her steps and I say

“Heard the news about the house, congratulations! How do ya like it so far?” I say loud enough to get her attention. The house is a white wood 2 story house with plenty of windows to let sunlight shine through in the early morning hours.

“Oh! Maggy!” Ruth exclaimed “You scared me dear, the house is great so far.” She says bending over to turn down her radio that's by her feet. “Lee and I are settling in quite nicely. Just wish there were some younger couples around is’ll.” She says as she walks down the porch steps to give me a side hug.

Reciprocating the hug, I give her a smile and say “Well, Lilly lives here” I point over to the house to the right of her, “We are both 22 and hangout quite a bit. I guess that's considered young, huh?” I smile.

She looks up in surprise, “You girls are 22? I'm only 25!” she says with an excited tone grabbing my hand.

“You're only 25? I thought you were older!” I say surprised, I cross my arms and cock my head to the side.

“A lot of people do. It's because Lee is older.” She says, starting to walk back up her porch steps. “Lee is 32, a little bit of an age gap but it's all good” She explains smiling and sitting down on the bench again.

“Well, yeah. Lee is a little bit older.” I say smiling “I guess if yall love each other, age don't mean nothin.” I start to walk away.

“What you got there?” She asks, eyein the brown bag in my arms, I pull out the bottle of wine and show her.

“Lilly and I are going to drink a little tonight.” I say looking at her “ Would ya maybe want to join us?” I ask her with a questioning tone. She instantly peps up and runs hurriedly towards me.

“That would be wonderful. I don't get out much.” She says holding my arm.

I look at her with a smile “We are starting around 8 tonight, stop on over when you can.” I say as I walk away from her and onto Lilly’s front steps.

Giving a small knock, I welcomed myself into her home and I placed the bottle of wine in the fridge. Looking around, it looks like her family is out for the night or maybe the weekend. Her family ain't all here in Knockemstiff, they get out of town and travel about an hour or two to visit grandparents or cousins.

“Lilly, you here?” I yell into the empty house “I brought wine!” I exclaim, looking around her house. “Lils? Where are you?” I say as I walk down the hallway to her room.

There she was, taking a nap as she frequently did after a long day of work and school. I smile and look down at her, sitting down on the side of her bed and sweep some hair behind her ear, trying to wake her up a bit.

“Hmmm,” She starts to mumble as she is slowly starting to wake up. I touch her hair one more time, sweeping a piece of her brunette hair behind her ear. “Come on, Lilly. Time to wake up, bug.” I say.

Opening her blue eyes, she smiles at me and starts to stretch. Slowly waking her body back up, she sits up in bed and rubs her eyes.

“Goodness, what time is it?” She asks in a sleepy tone.

“It's about 6:50 pm” I say chuckling, she looks up apologetically and starts to get up.

“ I am so sorry! I thought that I reminded my brother to wake me up before they had left for the weekend but I guess he forgot.” She says turning her body to the side and stepping out of the bed. Her feet hit the floor with a light thud and she walks towards her closet to get changed.

Her room is lit up by the sunlight coming through her windows, the white of the walls are illuminated by the light. Her bed is in the middle of the room with two bedside tables on either side of the bed. The room is fairly clean with the exception of a few shirts lying around and the doors of her closet being open.

She pulls out a light green dress to wear around the house, since no one is here she doesn't really have to worry about looking proper. We have the house to ourselves frequently, maybe once or twice a month. We have never had full on parties but we have had a few people over from high school before. Most of the people we were close with moved out of Knockemstiff after we had graduated. Good on them for escaping this town.

“Hey,” I say towards her while her back is still turned to me. “I invited Ruth over. Ya know, the Sheriff's wife.” She turns around and gives me a “huh” kind of look.

“What do you mean? Isn't she older or something?” She asks pulling out the dress and immediately changing into it, “I thought I saw her before out hangin laundry.” She says, turning towards me.

“Actually, Ruth is only 25. She ain't much older than us.” I say, looking at Lilly. “I thought she was a lot older too because she's married to Le- I mean the Sheriff.” Lilly turns around and gives me an eye.

“Oh, so now you and the Sheriff are on a first name basis?” She says with a smirk on her face, walking towards me she stands in front of me with her hands on her hips.

I smirk a little, “I mean, yeah, we are but that's because he’s been watching me since I was a teenager. He thinks he is eventually going to catch me doing something and get me in trouble.” I say looking down at my lap and I chuckle a bit.

“Well, that sounds fine that she’s comin over.” She says sitting down next to me on the bed. “But he’s bothering’ you, you say? Have you told anyone?”

“Yeah, he's botherin me a bit. I was at church, and all, with my folks on Sunday and he got a lil close.” I say as I lower my head to look down into my lap.

“Why don't you say something?” she says looking at me with a puzzled look.

I get up off her bed and start to pace back and forth in front of her, “What can I even say? He's the sheriff!” I say as I stop in front of her. “Who would believe me?”

She gets up off of her bed and walks towards me, “I would. Hell, maybe his wife would too.” She says as she grabs my hand and starts to drag me out of her room, speed walking towards the front door.

I grab her hand and try to get her to stop, but then we hear a knock on the front door.

“Of course, when I’m tryin to get you to do the right thing, something interrupts me” She says as she treads towards the door, I follow behind her.

We arrive at the door to find a giddy Ruth waiting at the door with a smile. Her brown hair is done up with a bandanna. She's wearing a plain tan t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Lily smiles in return and lets her in.

“Hey ladies! Ready to have a girls night?” She says as she comes in and steps past Lilly. “I don't think I’ve had one of these since I was in high school.”

We turn around and watch as she stands near us, “Well, where are we partying?” She asks as she does a little shimmy towards us.

Lilly and I look at each other and give a little shoulder shrug and we all plop down on the couch in her living room.

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A few hours go by. Laughter, words exchanged and questions asked. We found out that Ruth was in college before she met Lee, and wanted to become a journalist.

When she found out that she could no longer afford to finish school, when she was halfway through her senior year of college, she dropped out and started working; hoping that she could make enough to go back.

Then she met him.

“Lee swept me off my lil feet.” She says in a southern drawl as she takes a swig of the bottle we are sharing, “He was charmin’. Talked the talk and walked the walk.” she slumped back into the couch behind her and spread her legs apart to get more comfortable.

I turn towards her and give her a questioning look, “Answer me, honestly.” I cock my head to the side, “Why Lee? You're a good lookin’ gal and a smart one at that.” I say taking a swig of the wine bottle.

She looks over at me and gives me a drunken smile, leaning forward onto her thighs with her elbows putting her face into her hands. “Why Lee?” she asks in response to my question.

“It kind of looks like she is thinking really hard about this question” I think to myself

“Well, he takes care of me.” She says as she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. “Not to mention the pay from him bein’ the sheriff ain't too bad either.”

Lilly and I look at each other surprised as she takes the cigarettes out, lights it up and offers us some from the pack.

We take the cigarettes happily and both get a light from her already lit cigarette.

“So you don't love him?” Lilly asks as she sits on the floor leaning against the couch, taking a drag of her cigarette and a swig of the wine.

Ruth looks over at her and takes a drag from her cigarette, “I do but he never lets me go anywhere that ain't the house or church.” she says, “Hell, I could be in trouble for being here right now.” She laughs and Lilly and I give each other a look.

Lilly and I both stand up and excuse ourselves, leaving Ruth in the living room by herself as we speed to the bathroom. We hurry into the tiny bathroom, shut the door behind us and lock it.

I whisper, “Shit Lil, what are we gonna do if he finds out she's here?”

She looks at me in utter fear, grabs my hand and responds saying, “I don't know, but she's gotta go, Mags.” I shake my head, we both take a deep breath and head back out to the living room.

Ruth is passed out on the couch.

 Fuck me.

We stop in our tracks and we both gasp, fear instantly striking us as we hear a door slam next door and a voice yelling,

“God fucking damnnit, where are you Ruth!” Lee yells.

The room is silent. The only thing making sound is the small snores coming from Ruth.

Lilly and I shoot each other a look, knowing we have to move fast.

“What if he just thinks she left him?” Lilly whispers to me as we move around slowly, not to make any sudden loud noises.

“He aint dumb, Lil.” I say looking her in the eyes from across the room, “The first place he's gonna look is the surrounding houses.”

As we start to hear more curses coming from the house beside us, we start moving around quickly to pick up anything that could be used as evidence against us if he comes here to check.

As we are almost done picking up cigarette buds and wine bottles, we hear the door from Lee’s house slam and loud footsteps coming towards Lillys house.

There's a loud bang at the door.

A booming voice comes through the door and we scatter, trying to throw everything away that could make us look guilty. we run over behind the couch and squat down

“Sheriff's department, open up or I’m kickin’ this damn door down!” Lee states as he slams his fist against the door again.

“Lil, you gotta go open the door.” I whisper to her in a shaky voice.

“No, you go open the door.” she says to me, shooting me a smile. “He knows you, you should be able to sweet talk him, huh?” she says, slurring her words.

“Lil, I am not sweet talkin him.” I say, “Besides, if we just hand over Ruth we should be fine, yeah?” I suggest, elbowing her in the arm.

The knocking continues.

“You have one minute to open this damn door or what I said is gonna happen” he yells again, more stern this time.

“Coming!” Lilly shouts as she stumbles to the door. Clearly, he will be able to see she's drunk.

Lilly walks over to the white door and opens it revealing an angry Lee.

Lee steps towards her, getting closer to the screen door. Lilly steps back a bit and stumbles on her feet.

“Now, darlin, who might you be?” he asks in a charming tone, standing there with his hat off and hands on his hips.

“My name is Lilly-Ann Brighter, sir.” she says as she slowly slurs her name to the sheriff.

He chuckles and says, “Well, Miss- or is it Mrs. Brighter?” He asks, “Aint you a cute lil thing.” He runs his eyes up and down her chest.

I gag just hearing that.

gross.

“Miss. Brighter, sir.” She says to him.

“I have the suspicion that my wife may have been here, due to her shoes bein out front of your front door, ma’am.” he says in an almost scarily calm tone.

Lilly's eyes instantly go wide.

Ruth blew our cover and outed us.

Fuck.

“Uh, yes sir, she is here.” Lilly says as she looks down at her hands and then back up. “We were having a uh.. sleepover!” she says, pepping herself up.

“May I come in?” he asks with a sly smile on his face.

Suddenly, I suck in cold air and realize,

My car.

It's parked out front.

He knows I'm here.

I am so screwed.

Instantly, I pop up and start running towards Lilly's room, frantically grabbing my keys, and I book it out the window. My feet hitting the ground, I hope I didn't make too much sound.

I sneak off to the side of the house, leaning up against the white side paneling as I pop my head up to the kitchen window to see Lee inside the house, picking up Ruth off the couch bridal style and talking to Lilly still. He's looking around for something, as his eyes keep wandering around the room.

I gotta get outta here, FAST.

I keep track of where they are by footsteps so I start to move faster as I hear footsteps slow.

Soon, I’m hiding in a bush out front of Lilly’s house, as Lee is standing on the porch talking to her still.

I can hear the mumbling but I can’t really make out what they’re saying.

Suddenly, he walks off the porch with Ruth in his arms, walks past me in the bush, walks up his steps into the house and he shuts the door.

I take a deep sigh of relief and wait for a second.

I get up and dart to the front door and I fall forwards to meet Lilly‘s feet standing there. She has her eyes on me and her arms crossed across her chest.

“Mags, what the fuck!” Lilly yells at me.

I rush to my feet and use my hand to cover her mouth “Lilly, shut up.” I say as I back her up to go to her room, keeping her mouth covered as we move.

We get to her room and I uncover her mouth, she whispers to me, “Why did you leave me in here by myself with him? That was so scary.” she says standing still in front of me.

I sit on her bed and take a deep breath.

“ Because, he knew I was here and I didn’t want to see him or talk to him.” I say, laying back on her bed. She’s still standing in front of me.

“You really don’t like him, do you?” she asks as she sits down next to me on the bed.

“No, I really don’t.” I say as I prop myself up on my elbows to look over at Lilly, who I can already tell is losing consciousness as we speak. “Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get a cup of water and close up the house.”

I get up off of Lilly’s bed and head towards the living room area, where I fix up the couches a little bit and turn off the living room light. The only light that is now visible is coming from the kitchen. The window of her kitchen is directly across from the kitchen window of the Bodeckers.

I make my way into the kitchen and get myself a glass of water. I step off to the side to make sure I’m not visible through the window. Hopefully he brought her in and went to bed.

I look down at my glass for a minute and then out the window.

Lee is staring right back at me.

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Witch Beauty

Been wanting to do an undercover story for this series- here it is 

Warnings: Usual SVU, Undercover SVU, light swearing  and shower smut

"Once you guys are ready, we will run over tonight again. Barba should be here by then" Liv closed the door of the locker room and you went into the bathroom.

"I can't go out like this-Amanda swap outfits please"

"Nice try, the answer is no"

"Come on Y/N, let us see you" Sonny yelled through the door.

Sonny and Amanda burst out laughing when you stepped out.

"Don't be ass holes" you spat at them "Amanda, why do you get to wear pants? I have nowhere to hide my gun"

----

"So the preps are mid 20's. Perp one is 5 foot 8 inches with red hair, prep two is 6 foot even with Sandy Brown hair. They target women in pairs, they talk the victims into going back to their apartment, walking them through the park nearby and they attack them there. They are highly dangerous, they have done a number on all the girls they have attacked. One will have scratch marks on his neck from his last victim. Unis will be around in the club with Carisi and will around the park, Fin and I will be in the van, and if you want to join us"

"How many victims so far?" Rafael asked

"4..."

"You two need to shut the hell up and leave me alone" Rafael turned his head and when he seen you, his mouth dropped open at the sight.

You had heavy dark eye makeup, deep red lips and dead straight hair. You had a black choker around your neck with a moon on it which was your hidden camera, a boob tube black leather dress that didn't leave much to the imagination, just covering everything, with a small v slit on your left thigh, with low black platform heels.

Rafael met your eyes and you rolled them at him with Amanda and Sonny laughing behind you. Amanda was dressed in red leather pants, a black halter neck top with an open back, heavy makeup and large hoop earrings; her hidden camera. Sonny was in black jeans and a white button down, wearing glasses; his hidden camera.

You walked straight over to Rafael who was sitting at the conference desk in the bullpen, he stood up and gave you a hug, not kissing you because of your makeup

"Hey Rafi, keep these safe for me please"

You handed him your heart necklace, heart bracelet and his grandmother’s ring. He nodded with a smile and put them in his pocket.

"Rollins, Carisi do we have a problem?" Fin asked hushing them from laughing

"No" Amanda answered holding back laughter.

"Y/N looks like she just stepped out of The Craft" Sonny and Amanda burst out laughing again and you rolled your eyes.

"I'll be waiting at the car" you turned on your heels and headed for the lifts.

----

"Sorry for teasing you" Sonny grabbed your arm to try and get you to look at him.

"Yeah you know it was all fun and games" Amanda grabbed your shoulder from the back seat

"You guys mention it again and I'll craft your asses, turn yall into frogs" you all laughed.

Just then your phone chimed.

10.30 pm: Rafael- Stay safe Hermosa, I'll be in the van waiting. I love you

10.32pm: Y/N- I love you Rafi, see you when it's all over xx

"Ok we're here, you both know the signal, if it gets too much just let me know and I'll gets you’s out of there" Sonny grabbed your hand and squeezed it and looked at Amanda giving her a nod. Sonny's phone rang

"Hey Liv"

"Ok Carisi, all your cameras and sound are working. Send the girls in now, you follow in 10"

“Everything by the book Detectives” Rafael yelled from the other end of phone.

Because Rafael was in the van with Liv and Fin, they each had a monitor. Liv was watching Sonny's camera, Rafael watching Amanda's and Fin watching yours. Of course he didn't argue when Liv put him on Amanda's camera, he got to stare at you on the monitor.

As different as this look was for you, you looked beautiful, very Gothic but stunning. He could tell you were uncomfortable, but of course only he knew that, he knew that look you had on your face. He wasn't happy that you were undercover, dressed like that trying to catch two rapists, but he was there which eased him, and as annoying as Sonny was he knew he wouldn't be far away from you. At times Sonny was just as protective of you and he was.

---

You and Amanda were dancing and resting the same drink that had gone hot. Sonny was standing leaning on the bar as he scanned the room. He finally seen the preps walking down the stairs, he caught your eyes and gave you a double wink.

You step closer to Amanda's ear, "They’re here". Amanda spotted them and when she seen them go to the bar, she pulled you with her to stand behind them.

You guys made sure you were directly behind them so when they turned they bumped into you both. On one preps neck you could see scratch marks from where his last victim tried to get him off her. You looked at Amanda who noticed them as well and you stood up on tippy toes for the camera to get a better look at the marks.

"Barba, Liv look" they both looked at the screen and seen the scratch marks down his neck.

"We keep on top if this, we don’t need a situation with either of them " Rafael looked at Liv dead in the eyes.

----

"ALL UNITS GO GO GO" Liv screamed over the radio

"I SAID GET OFF ME" you managed to lift your knee between the perps leg and knee him hard in between them, he fell back leaning down to cup himself, when you brought your knee up again and kneed him in the nose causing him to fall back on his back. Sonny and some undercover uni's came running around the path and seen you standing over him while he held himself with both hands. Liv and Fin went running for Amanda who also managed to subdue her perp.

Liv gave Rafael strict instructions to stay in the van when it was time to go, he agreed half heartily and continued to watch your screen seeing everything unfold.

"That's my girl" he said to himself when he seen how you protected yourself.

"Good job ladies, let's get back to the station" Liv patting you both on the back

Sonny drove you all back, Liv wanted you and Amanda to question both guys first to see if they would crack being questioned by you both. Rafael sat in the back with you holding your hand and squeezing it, you looked up at him and he winked at you.

Amanda got changed first. You both agreed to leave you hair and makeup on to spook them so they knew they attacked under covers.

You couldn't wait to get out of the dress, it was too short and too sticky from sweat. You reached around to the zip, but it wouldn't budge. You pulled and pulled but nothing happened.

"For fuck sake" you muttered to yourself about to unlock the door to go and look for help when you heard the other door open.

"Hermosa, are you ok? Your coffee is getting cold"

You unlocked the door and Rafael saw how flustered you were.

"Are you ok?"

"The zipper is stuck" he chuckled at you and walked in closing the door behind him locking it.

Rafael put his hands on your shoulders and spun you around sweeping your hair over one shoulder. After a couple of tugs, he managed to get it undone. He lent over and started to kiss your shoulder which sent shivers down your spine.

"Rafi, I have to get changed, the others are waiting"

You turned to face him and kissed him on the lips. He wasn't wearing a tie, and had the first few buttons undone on his shirt, you kissed down to his neck, back up along his jaw, up to his ear.

"I'll make it up to you when we get home"

"I can't wait" he kissed you back and left you to get changed.

Within two hours you and Amanda got both confessions and they were sent to be processed and arraignment on Monday morning.

It was the early hours of Sunday morning when you and Rafael finally both got home from Sonny dropping you off.

"I need a shower, Rafi wanna join me?" You pulled him into you kissing him deeply.

He ran his hands down your side and cupped your ass lifting you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and he walked into the bathroom.

He placed you down so he could start the water. You were undressed before he even turned back around. You opened the mirror cabinet and pulled out your make up wipes and started to remove the heavy makeup. He turned around and took in your naked form, looking you up and down. You seen his face in the mirror,

"Better catch up Counselor" You smirked at him.

You had never seen him undress so quickly before and he was on top of you, running his hands down your sides and peppering kisses along your shoulders and neck, you could feel him hardening against your thigh.

You turned to face him and he pulled you into the shower and pushed your back to the wall. He started to kiss your neck and ran his hand down your naked side across your hips and too your opening.

"You looked so hot tonight. I was fighting to keep my hands off you" Rafael purred, you giggled

"Rafi, I looked like a witch"

"A hot witch-wow so wet, all for me?"

"Always for you Rafi"

He spun you around and pushed your front against the shower wall kissing and lightly nipping at your neck, you reached behind and took his length into your palm and started to rub him from base to tip.

"Keep that up Hermosa-oh-" he took a large gulp.

"Bend over" you pushed yourself off the wall, spreading your legs more and sticking your ass out, he rubbed his length along you,

"I have been wanting to do this to you all night" and without warning he slipped into you in one go. He paused for a second knowing that he would come too quickly if he got too carried away. You noticed his pause and knew exactly what to say to fire him up again,

"You ok back there Guapo?"

Just saying that one single word is Spanish sent fire through him and you knew it, and started to pound you hard and fast.

Moans filled the room, " Rafi...I" he reached around and started to rub clit with his thumb, which was pulsing and hard.

"Rafael" you screamed, tipping him over, he grunted your name and his thrusts slowed to a stop.

He pulled out a moment later and helped you get your balance and turned you to face him. He was trying to slow his breathing, but he lent against you kissing you deeply, he pulled away to catch his breath and he tucked a piece of hair behind you ear,

“Its so hot when you call me Guapo”

[lipstickbisous]

the lion and her sun. (6)

WARMTH GIVES ITS BEAUTY.

notes: soooo we’re at the first year of marriage!! this might be going really fast but there are at least nine more chapters until we enter when the show starts.

you have to remember, aurane doesn’t know ANYTHING about her mother or that part of her family, she’s only been raised in the lannister part of her.

also i REALLY hate time skips but i didn’t know what else to do.

i feel like i use the word ‘kiss’/’kisses’ a lot so if yall got better ideas pls send some

i’m SORRY for skipping the smut tehe that just wasn’t the general idea for this chapter 

pairing: oberyn x oc!reader, ellaria x oc!reader

summary: in the first year of marriage, aurane reminisces her childhood decides to delve into who her family is and their history.

warnings: not much in this one, just fluff, insinuated sexy times. this one’s short, i’m super sorry. the next will be better i promise (fluff wise) ;)

word count: 3.4k (next one is better so)

masterlist

dear sister,

king’s landing is not the same. your vibrance and happiness was always cherished in the castle hallways and now, all they are is drab. even father misses your presence, but we both know he would never admit it. jamie remains in his battling sessions, he’s becoming quite skilled with a sword, but you should know, aurane, he feels awful about when you left. he seeks your forgiveness. tyrion hasn’t changed a bit. he drinks wine and fucks whores in his chambers, just as before, but now, there’s no one to stand on his side when arguing with father. 

i heard of the wedding and that it was glorious. things in dorne are always perfect, as much as i hate to say it. i do want to tell you that all of us regret deeply for not being able to attend. i would’ve loved to watch my sister at her wedding. i bet you looked so beautiful--my lovely sister dressed in her white dress in the dornish sun. i can only imagine how lucky that prince is.

while on the topic of oberyn, i am praying to the gods that they don’t mistreat you there. such loveliness does not deserve to be destroyed. 

joffrey and myrcella miss you very much. despite the fact you were their only aunt, you were the favorite. i’ve tried to play games with joffrey. he always loved the one where he hid and you would find him. i failed at this because when he hid himself in the library, i spent hours looking for him. i’ve tried to draw with myrcella, but as i hope you can remember from your childhood, i was never the artist. tommen is a strange case. so young and so innocent, he doesn’t understand why you had to leave. as his mother, i feel shameful to say that his nagging and asking of ‘where is auntie aury?’ has become incessant. 

perhaps one day, we can visit you in dorne, although i don’t believe we’ll ever be quite fully welcome there. if you would like, i could gladly arrange a ship so you can visit us back at home. it is terribly quiet here.

with love,

cersei.

―

aurane had not replied to any of her sister’s letter. tyrion had sent a few and she’d even received one from her father, but jamie was silent. of course, she missed her family, she was connected to them by blood, they would always be in her heart, but aurane had found her home was no longer king’s landing or casterly rock. she had no urge to leave dorne, and over the course of the past year, she’d even traveled to other cities in the sandy biome. lemonwood was even hotter than sunspear but the warmth didn’t seem to bother her. 

finally, she had been treated with the utmost respect. she had never been truly hated by sunspear, but there were few citizens who had not approved of a lannister third in line for the throne. now, her and oberyn would take sunday walks throughout the city and they had no need for doran’s soldiers trailing behind them. aurane had proved herself trustworthy. 

it was growing close to the end of the year and at the moment, aurane was sitting curled up with the silk sheets she’d grown so in love with, feeling the morning sun almost burning into the room. her and her husband had just dismissed their last guest while ellaria lied at the end of the bed, soaking her body in the dornish sunlight.

oberyn, who had poured two cups of wine for his lovers, looked to his wife and how her gaze was no longer focused on him or ellaria but the parchment in her hand. “what is it, lion?” he climbed onto the bed as his first lover crawled between aurane’s legs. 

“my sister,” she smiled, reading the end of the letter. “she wants me to visit king’s landing.”

ellaria combed a hand through aurane’s hair, which had been softer than normal since they had shared a bath the night before. she kissed the princess’ forehead and grasped one of the cups oberyn held. “do you want to go?” she whispered and oberyn turned his attention to who he saw as the most beautiful women in the world.

aurane shrugged as oberyn handed her the second cup of wine. “i have no urge to,” she spoke shamefully and looked to her husband. ellaria’s fingers were trailing across the inside of her thigh and up to her hips. “they’re my family and i don’t feel the need to see them like i should.”

“nonsense, lion,” oberyn pulled himself closer to his lovers and inhaled the scent of peaches and citrus. a kiss was pressed against aurane’s collar bone and one on ellaria’s cheek. “it’s however you feel. you haven’t replied to any of their letters so they could be growing nervous.”

“and as much as we hate to admit it,” ellaria whispered, meeting eyes with her first lover. there was nothing aurane loved to see more than the two heavenly people before her showing their love. “they are your family. and it would be good to see them.”

the princess shook her head and threw the parchment onto the marble floor before embracing ellaria in her arms. the older woman placed a solid, open-mouthed kiss on aurane’s lips, fully aware of how oberyn watched. his hands combed themselves through aurane’s hair and he pecked his lips on her cheek. “it does give me an idea, though,” she whispered as ellaria’s lips trailed down her throat to her sternum. 

oberyn chuckled from the depths of his chest and rubbed aurane’s temple with the pad of his thumb. “what is that, my sun?”

she pulled his head up to hers for a kiss before touching foreheads. ellaria wrapped her arms around aurane’s torso and pressed her cheek against aurane’s lower stomach. “i never knew anything about my mother,” aurane sighed into the pillow and arched her back. “i only heard short stories from father. and then there were the whispers. ‘is the bastard born of rape?’ how my mother was supposedly captured and forced into another birth.”

“no one here believes that,” oberyn repeated the words he found himself saying almost every other day for the past year. he brought her knuckles to his lips before littering them with kisses.

aurane shook her head. “you don’t need to say that,” she dismissed him and tore her hand from his hold to cup his cheek. “it’s a lie. and i don’t care what people think.”

with her head on aurane’s stomach and her eyes closed, ellaria, in some state of bliss whispered, “then what is it you want?”

―

dinners between the lannister family were not normally peaceful. there was always some sort of bickering or boasting at the table and it was the chaotic life aurane grew up with. jamie would either fling food into cersei’s hair or tywin would grew frustrated with tyrion simply just by the way he ate. there were only certain moments that aurane had where it seemed like all was well with her family.

aurane had always been the most perfect of the them all and lord tywin lannister made sure his children knew it.

she was only at the age of seven when her sister had been braiding her hair in the gardens. they would be moving to king’s landing in the near future, and although the younger lannister would see even greater ones later in her life, there was nothing like the gardens of casterly rock in this moment. the sky was clear and the sunlight was just barely peeking through the heavy leaves of the trees above aurane and her sister. 

“you’ve always had the prettiest hair,” cersei admired as her fingers wove their way through each strand of the three sections she’d created. sometimes, she would spend hours braiding and unbraiding aurane’s hair just to feel it’s unusual softness. “and the prettiest eyes. and gods, your skin. unlike any other really.”

the younger princess twiddled with her thumbs and listened as thousands of miles below them sat the vast ocean crashing against the cliff of land. “a maiden said i shouldn’t have skin like mine,” aurane fretted. the feeling of hands running through her hair had always been so soothing. “she said only laborers should have skin this dark.”

cersei’s fingers immediately stopped their movements as she froze. she bent over on her left side to look her sister in the eye. “and which one said this?”

“she didn’t mean it like that, cersei,” aurane replied and stood to pick a flower from the bed of roses and daisies in front of her, thus unwinding the braid. she sat herself back on her cersei’s lap as the older sister began to braid again. “it’s like when papa talks to himself sometimes. she was brushing my hair and it just came out.”

there was a slight tug on a strand of hair that stung aurane’s scalp. she gasped harshly and dropped the flower so her hand flew to the sore area. “sorry, aury, but if you hadn’t gotten up, it wouldn’t have happened,” such excuses bothered aurane as she sulked. the day would be ending soon and they would be called to the dining hall for dinner. “no maiden--absolutely no maiden--has any right to say such things to a pretty princess,” cersei popped her finger on the tip of aurane’s nose, resulting in a loud giggle. “gods, you’re going to be beautiful.”

―

“i still don’t think i understand,” doran looked to the ceiling of the throne room, hoping that an answer would be found but instead, his eyes could only entrance themselves on the sculpting. 

oberyn sat back on the lounge chair with his legs crossed and ellaria standing behind him. doran had always been respectful to her, and perhaps it was because she’d given oberyn three children. “doran,” he dragged out his brother’s name with a cocked head. 

beside oberyn sat aurane, who unlike her husband, sat with her back straight and her hands neatly set in her lap. “i wanted to know her,” aurane imparted. she leaned her elbow on the arm of the love seat and tightened her jaw. “i was never given a chance. i couldn’t even see what she looked like. if she really did have dark hair and eyes. the least i can do now is learn what i can about her.”

a shake of his head, doran leaned on his knees. “we already know her name,” he sounded exasperated. why did he seem so against this idea? aurane had every right to know as much about her maternal side of the family, and even if he did forbid her from discovering it, she would still go. “she lived in salt shore and everybody there believes she was captured by lannister armies.”

“well, then they should know it’s not true,” aurane disputed. 

doran looked to the ground and squeezed his eyes shut. “they don’t like you there,” aurane arched a brow and parted her lips, careful not to show that her brother-in-law had definitely taken her by surprise. oberyn and ellaria listened carefully as the latter sat forward in the conversation. “they hate every lannister, including you. if you go there, you’ll be disrespected. you’ll threatened, there’ll be attempts. you- you could die.”

“she is not a lannister anymore, brother,” oberyn placed himself in the middle of the feud. “she is a martell, and anyone who would try to threaten or hurt her would...well...” he looked up at ellaria who only smirked in return. “for lack of better words, would have to deal with us.” such comment set a spark in aurane while she bit her bottom lip, feeling a gaze upon her as she did so.

the eldest in the room finally glanced through the opening of the throne room, leading to a balcony that overlooked all of the gardens in their beauty of the golden sun. the day would be ending soon and doran could only (not that he really wanted to) guess how oberyn would invite more maidens and suitors to his chambers as ellaria and aurane awaited. “it’s too dangerous,” he whispered inaudibly. the conversation was making his head hurt. once oberyn and ellaria escorted the youngest of the throne room, each with a protective hand on her lower back as she  doran murmured, “fuck.”

―

a boy, who could be no older than twenty-eight name days exited the chambers along with several maidens aurane had recognized from the kitchens. they all excitedly giggled as the moonlight took its setting. aurane sat at the edge of her bed, naked with that silver lining oberyn savored so much. her feminine lover traced several fingers down her spine. for once, even if it had been a long time, oberyn wanted only to rest.

“a beauty,” ellaria whispered, intoxicated off of too many glasses of wine. she smelled of honey and lemon and silk. “a gift, really, given to us by the gods,” a kiss to aurane’s shoulder but it did nothing to relieve her mind of precarious thoughts. a drunken smile descended over ellaria as she pressed a kiss to the princess’ neck, ellaria’s lips trailing higher and higher. “such beauty seems too good to be real. it shouldn’t exist,” a kiss to aurane’s cheek. “but yet, here it sits, before me.”

aurane squeezed her shoulder blades together as a reaction from the sudden touch of ellaria’s fingers against her inner thigh. oberyn sat up when he detected his wife’s discomfort. “and we should be so honored to have this beauty,” he pulled ellaria’s hands away from aurane, but the princess remained still. “perhaps our lion has had enough for the night.” 

the older woman threw herself on the sheets and immediately fell into a slumber when pressing her face against the pillow. oberyn sat himself behind aurane, a blanket wrapped around his waist as he wrapped his arms around her figure, pointing to the night sky before them. “do you see that star?” he breathed. aurane didn’t do much but nod. oberyn tucked his head in the corner of her collar bone and neck. “it is the brightest one, but only during the summer. in the winter, the coldness dims its light so that it appears as any normal star. the warmth gives its beauty and the cold takes it away.”

aurane turned to him and pressed her forehead against his. her eyes were patiently closed as her lips parted, “your point is, oberyn?”

“you belong here, my sun, in sunspear,” he hated himself for saying so, but doran was the leader of his city and it didn’t matter how much oberyn wanted to defy him. aurane’s eyes popped open in disbelief. “not in king’s landing, or casterly rock. you’re simply glowing, lion. you’re home here, in dorne.”

she looked down to his lips like they would give her some sort of comfort when they were the source of her frustration. “so, you agree with doran?” she inquired, arching an eyebrow. her hands reached his wrists as she began to push him off of her, but he stilled. 

“i definitely do not,” he muttered, careful to leave his first lover in her sleep. aurane felt a fingertip on her stomach, tracing what she felt were small stars on her skin. “but i understand he says. and i have to listen to him, lion.”

the princess shook her head and set oberyn’s hands away from her stomach and at her hips instead. “no, you don’t,” she whispered before crawling from his grasp and resting next to ellaria, setting her touch on ellaria’s waist.

her dreams were wildfire in her head that night. one came after the other, and they seemed like an endless show of unnecessary acts and music numbers. a certain one even left her with a glimpse of robb stark, but soon faded into the king’s landing setting. another was aurane on a beach, alone, and despite her terrible fears of abandonment, she felt content. it might’ve been the phantom feeling of saltwater and sand getting familiarly stuck in between her toes, the breeze creating long courses and traveling through them in her hair, or the sun plastering a darker shade onto her skin. 

when she woke the next morning, her and ellaria were alone. any normal night, oberyn would insert himself either at aurane’s back or in between his lovers, but there was more space for aurane to sprawl out in her conscious state. 

ellaria then rose with a loud yawn straight into aurane’s year, stretching her arms so that they accidentally hit the headboard, creating an ever louder noise. that same drunken smile had now sobered only a tad bit. ellaria was still in her haze. “good morning, sweet girl,” she grinned, looking around the room to see if there had been any more wine left over. “how did you sleep?”

“like a baby,” aurane’s voice was raspy, as it normally was. ellaria planted a kiss on her nose.

“good,” she laughed and threw the light covers off of her body. with not a morsel of shame, she strutted about the bedroom in her nude form, only to notice that there was no more alcohol and she now desperately craved the silk sheets again.

aurane laughed when she distinguished what exactly it was that ellaria had been searching for. “yes, i believe we finished all of the wine,” she lied on her back and tried her best to find solace in the linens above her head. aurane could remember how her and ellaria had pinned them to the ceiling during one cool afternoon. ellaria frowned at aurane’s truth. “i don’t believe you need any more.”

still in a drunken haze, because no matter how much alcohol ellaria drank over a night she could always handle herself in the mornings, the older woman’s hands flew up to aurane’s face. she hesitated for a second, seeming that she had forgotten what she wanted to say before her eyes lit up. “where is our prince?” her grin widened. “where is our lovely prince?” aurane mocked ellaria and grabbed her cheeks.

“i don’t know,” she kissed ellaria’s lips. over the past year, aurane had been given countless experiences she’d never had before. one of them was entangling herself with ellaria and showing everything to her. women’s lips were better than a man’s--not to say she didn’t like kissing oberyn, if anything, she enjoyed connecting herself with him--but women’s lips held such treasures she’d never even seen glitter before. they were laced with a certain poison, that was not fatal but lured aurane in so she could never escape. 

ellaria furrowed her eyebrows and frowned, returning the light gesture to the princess. “it’s been a long time since we’ve enjoyed a morning without him,” her words were lustful and practically dripping with that poison.

“it has,” aurane giggled once ellaria lowered herself that her lips touched the center of aurane’s belly. her fingers danced over the skin of aurane’s hips until they trailed to stopped at her mound, her lips soon meeting her touch. “you haven’t had enough?” ellaria shook her head as she kissed aurane’s pink pearl, but only earned a small and staggered sigh. 

“we’ll never have enough of you,” ellaria spoke lovingly, her touch even more careful. she wanted to taste her princess more than ever--to watch her writhe and whimper until that explosive release took its turn and aurane would return to her sleepy haze. but there was something stopping her. “what is wrong, sweet girl?”

aurane’s hand cupped ellaria’s cheek as she sat up against the wooden headboard. once ellaria rose to her eye level, their lips only inches away, aurane could smell the honey and lemon. “i was raised by such cruel people,” she notes. time had shown aurane how evil her family truly was--that, and oberyn’s stories of elia, which had only made aurane feel even worse though he insisted that none of it was her fault and he loved her even beyond death. “and i feel i somewhat deserve to know more about my mother.”

ellaria’s forehead touched aurane’s as they simultaneously closed their eyes. a single breath was all that could be heard, even the waves and birds outside had quieted down. a voice spoke, but it wasn’t ellaria’s. instead, it was deep and strong, sounding raspy as it always did, like it had been hiding all this time. its source was a tall frame of a man in the doorway. “you deserve the world, my sun.”

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Akaashi Keiji x Fem! Reader

author’s notes: holy shit im so sorry for the not posting in such a long time ;-; i had stuff i needed to clean up + i was lazy- anyways this is the second chapter for my first long fic “Third Times The Charm” sorry for the delay ^^ compared to the previous one this one involves more conversations since im not good at writing movements lmAO enjoy uwu

☕ synopsis: Iwaizumi Y/n, a student who goes to Aoba Johsai as well as the second year manager for the school’s male volleyball team. What happens when she sets eyes on the cute setter from Fukurodani?

[ CHAPTER 2 - First texts ] 

“Oh shit.” 

Your phone screen fades to black as you sit there biting your lip. Baffled by how stupid you were, you slam your face into the pillow next to you.

“You had one chance, one chance and you did what? You forgot about it, your stupid brain forgot about it. Are you kidding me?”

You let out a loud groan as you sit back up, the bed sheet wrinkles while you release that breath of air you’ve been holding. Your hands wandered around your phone’s keyboard, too nervous to reply but too anxious not to. 

Akaashi seems like a genuine guy, he doesn’t show off or boast about himself. He’s just always there, the way he smiles when he successfully makes a perfect set, the way his delicate hands toss the ball, his eyes only focusing on you…

“Y/n! Get a grip! What are you even thinking?!” a couple more groans and turns on your bed and you are more awake than before. 

Honestly you never expected a reply from him at all. Sure, the idea of that crossed your mind, maybe more than several times but the thought of it actually happening? There’s no way.  

“It’s like my brain short circuited somehow.” you whisper while sitting up, leaning against the headboard of your mattress. 

Maybe the impression of you from your previous lover affected you more than you want to admit. “You’re annoying.” “Undeserving of love.” “No one can even stand a clingy person like you.” 

Your vision turns blurry as you feel cold tears gently running down your face. You wipe them away, hoping to erase the emotions bubbling up inside of you away too. 

The insecurities you try to push away seem to have formed a wall, a never ending wall that just stacks higher and higher. Just when you thought you have gotten over it, the tiniest shard of the most fragile moment can make you fall back down again.

The creaking sound of your room door makes you jump as your brother peeks his head inside your room. 

“Haji? It’s 2am you, you should be sleeping!” 

“You didn’t close the lights in your room so I thought I’d check up on you.”

“Your eyes look reddish, are you okay?” 

You lift your shoulders in a shrug, Hajime comes into your room and stands right in front of you and folds his arms. 

“Is this the older brother's lecturing time?” you ask while raising your eyebrow

“And for the record, I’m fine. You don’t have to-”

“I think I do.” Hajime stares at you intensely 

“You should've gotten over that jerk ages ago.”

“I know, I know” you release your breath and repeat the sentence he once told you  “The first love cuts the deepest, but not every cut leaves a scar.” 

“And?”

“Well, I don’t know but just… what makes you think I deserve love?”

“Iwaizumi Y/n, you are my sister. No one knows you better than I-”

“DOUBT! THERE’S NO WA-.”

“SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH.”

You laugh in amusement while Hajime licks his lips as his mouth forms a small smile. 

“Ok but the point is, you’ll find someone who’ll love you as much as you love them eventually. No one in the world is undeserving of love.”

You rest your chin on your palm while eyeing and slyly grinning towards your brother.

“Eww since when have you learned to be so cheesy?” 

“It’s called quality love advice, you should try them sometime.”

“YOU DUMBASS”

He ducks just in time to avoid the pillow you flung at him. 

“Stop yelling or the neighbours are going to hear you!”

He continues to laugh while rushing to the door. He stands at your door and gestures his hand at the light switch.

You grab your blanket and nod your head while laying down, the bed softly creaking causing him to chuckle. Hajime closes the lights and leaves your room quietly.

His warm words hang around  in the cold room as you slowly drift off to sleep. 

“Thanks Haiji-nisan.” 

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Y/n:

Hello, it’s me  😓

The girl who was randomly texting you last night 

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No reply

You furiously type on your phone while staring at the screen intensely in hopes that he sees your messages. 

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Y/n:

I forgot about that photo 😓 😓 , I'm sorry if it seemed weird or uh rude

And uh i just hope that maybe we can get to know each other

Unknown:

Okay.

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Okaayyy he replied,  so that’s a good sign… right? 

Biting your lips, you place your thumb on the phone to prevent the screen from fading and eventually closing. 

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Y/n:

Soooooooo I’m Iwaizumi Y/n  😇 😇

Unknown:

Akaashi Keiji.

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“God damn it, he’s such a conversation killer.” you mumble under your breath 

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Y/n:

I’m from Aoba Johsai!! 

Akaashi: 

You’re the spikers younger sister? Iwaizumi?

Y/n:

Well duh  😂

Where are you from? 

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You ran your hand through your hair, cringing at how hard you're trying. 

Maybe you could just tell him, you know like “Hey hot stuff, I think you attracted me with your stunning good looks so I want to date you.” you mock while pointing finger guns at the mirror. 

Just then, the familiar ringtone of your phone notification rings and you scramble to see who it was. 

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El is best girl:

Heyyyyy, you got the text yet? 

Y/n:

Yeah

El is best girl:

Daaaaaaamn I take it you're disappointed that it wasn't him who appeared on your notification?  😔 😔

Y/n:

NO NO NO OF COURSE NOT 

I love texting you  😘

El is best girl:

Awhh save it lmAO 

Did you text him back?

Y/n:

😤 He’s not giving anything to work with here 

El is best girl: 

Pshhh I mean just ask him how his day was or like 

At least try to keep the conversation going 

Y/n:

I'M TRYING

LIKE  😩

REALLY HARD HERE

El is best girl:

lmAoOOOO

Y/n:

HOLD UP HE JUST TEXTED ME 

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You hurriedly press into your chat with Akaashi

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Akaashi:

I’m from Fukurodani.

Y/n:

Isn’t that just a few minutes away from my school 😮 ?

Akaashi:

I think so.

Y/n:

Cool 

Anyways

Um how was your day?

“Akaashi is typing”

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“I can’t decide if he’s typing really slow or he’s sending a long text…” You decide to place your phone down and doodle on your papers while waiting for his reply. 

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“Bokuto-san, she asked me how my day went.”

“Don’t reply to her anymore! Let her wait for you to text back, it builds a sense of mystery.” 

Bokuto suggests while winking. 

“Bokuto-san it’s not really nice to leave people on read.”

“Akaashi, I’m the ladies man, listen to me and your love life this time wouldn’t end like the last two.”

Akaashi can’t help but grin at his confident “wingman”, it’s no secret his past relationships were… well not that good, but to ask for Bokuto for help? 

“But-”

“Hey you were the one who asked for help when a girl texted you.” “Plus, didn’t you find her cute too? The short girl manager watched our match at camp.”

“What?”

“You were staring when she wasn’t looking, and after the first time you saw her from the bus you were trying to get to know which school bus it was.”

Akaashi’s jaw almost drops at his friend's observant nature that he didn’t know existed, apparently when it comes to love Bokuto isn’t as… well, dumb, as he seems. He tries to form words to deny Bokuto’s accusation but he can’t seem to find a reason to do so. 

“Also just play hard to get, girls love a challenge.”

“...” “Maybe I’ll wait a little longer before I reply to her.”

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Y/n:

Um Akaashi?  😅

Uh  😅 😅

You know, if you’re not interested in talking to me you could’ve just said so

Akaashi:

Sorry I was busy, I had volleyball practice.

Y/n:

OH I’M SO SORRY 

I didn’t know you have practice on weekends ;-; 

Akaashi:

It’s all right.

Y/n:

Anyways how’s practice^^ was it fun?

Akaashi:

Yeah, it was like usual.

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“HE’S” “SUCH” “A” “DRY” “TEXTER” “AAAAAAAAAAAA”

You scream inside your head while holding yourself back from banging your head on the table. 

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Y/n:

Do you think we can maybe, meet up?  👉 👈

Like 

Uh  😶

Akaashi:

Date?

Y/n:

NO NO  😲 

I mean we never met of course not haahahahaha 

Akaashi:

Meeting up just to get to know each other then?

Y/n:

Ah yes that’s it, like a gathering

If you don’t mind 

Akaashi:

I’ll see if I’m available. 

Y/n:

Cool! Is next Sunday fine?

Akaashi:

We’ll see. 

Y/n:

...

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El is best girl:

Wowww playing hard to get huh 

He sure is a tricky one

Y/n:

I don’t think I like where this is going

El is best girl:

It lowkey kinda ruins the impression you have of him huh 

Ah well 

It’s probably his first time or something

Have a little hope  😔  

Y/n:

Well 

I have one week to prepare 

HAVE FAITH  😍 😍

El is best girl:

Hell yeah 

Any thoughts on where you’re taking him 

If you don’t I mayyyyy have suggestionsssssssss 

AHHAAHAHAHAHA

Y/n:

God damn it El 

We’ll just be talking okay 

I do have a place in mind though

El is best girl:

Go on

Y/n:

You know the ice cream shop? At the street? 

El to is best girl:

Ohh an ice cream shop 

Very intriguing  🥺

Don’t tell me it’s because of that article 

Y/n:

I mean

El is best girl:

LMAO you 

You seriously believe you can tell someone’s personality by their favourite ice cream flavour?

Grow a brain Y/n 

Y/n:

You’re one to talk  🙄 🙄

Anyways I’m off to prepare dinner for tonight

El is best girl:

Owh Iwaizumi-kun teaching you to cook again

Let’s hope you don’t bring the kitchen down with you okay dear

Y/n:

Sometimes I wonder how we’re friends

El is best girl:

Nah it’s simple really

You looooooooove me uwu

Y/n:

Ew

Go away 

El is best girl:

😳 😳 😳

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- end of chapter 2 -

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(author’s end notes: i hope yall enjoyed this lmAO its pretty long ^^ anyways im writing their texts from y/n’s POV so the nicknames she gives her contacts might change owo)

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And They Were Roommates - Part Three

modern!AU - Part Three

Part One⋆⋆ Part Two

todoroki shouto x female roommate!reader

warnings: angsty, fluffy, sweet smut, mentions of alcohol

word count: 7,075

A/N: so this is the end of this series that i did for reaching 100 followers, and now i’m at 200+ and my heart is just so happy that you guys are here with me!!! thank you so much for every like and reblog, you have no idea how much i cry whenever something reaches 20 notes LOL. so anyways, please enjoy its a lot... sorry... i got carried away, but the two third of the story is entire plot related then yall animals will find what you’re looking for at the end!!!! love you all :D

You were not all right.

After falling asleep crying in your room, you had woken up the next morning feeling completely overcome with sentiments you had only considered to be nothing but drunken lust hammering away at your heart. But you were wrong they were true feelings. You couldn’t stay at home, not when you could still hear the moans and screams of Hotaru-san echoing in your mind. Not when he ignored you for a week and was ready to jump back in after sleeping with another.

You could not take it, you wanted to kick Todoroki out of your apartment, but all you had been were drunken fuck-buddies. That wouldn’t be right of you, so instead, you seized the only duffel bag you owned from when you were extremely active at the gym and filled it up with clothes. Making sure to grab enough clothes so that you wouldn’t have to borrow any for at least a week, you pulled on a hoodie, uncaring that you were still wearing the same clothes from yesterday and entered the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and brush your teeth.

Making sure to finish up quickly, you found yourself scurrying back to your room, grabbing the duffel bag and quickly walking out. Your heart pounding as you heard the squeaky door of Todoroki’s room opening. You blundered when putting on your work shoes but still managed to open the apartment door and left making sure to lock it as you left.

Pulling out your phone you sighed, you guessed it was time to text your best friends who were willing to take you in until you could handle seeing your apartment again. You almost cried when you got an almost immediate reply from none other than Yaoyorozu Momo saying that you could take the spare room in her house. So you took off, heading straight to the train station.

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“Sweetie, do you need some tea? How about some coffee?” Momo asked as you tossed your duffel bag on the bed.

“I’m fine, Yaomomo, and honestly I can’t thank you enough for letting me crash here.” You rubbed your eyes as a stifled yawn left your mouth, “I have work in a few hours, so I think I’ll wait for the caffeine until I can’t focus anymore.”

You stretched your hands above your head as Momo played with the edge of her business skirt, her eyes observed you, and you just knew that she was trying to figure out what exactly was wrong. You attempted to smile at her, trying to release the tension in the room, but your cheeks quavered entirely too much when you held it longer than a second. 

“What time are you off of work, the other girls hope to come over, and perhaps we can have a fun night in so you can feel better!” Momo exclaimed her hands clutched tightly in front of her chest, and you swore you could see stars shining in her eyes. “It has been so long since all seven of us have been together, since you’ve been working so long, and of course, spending those nights with that mystery roommate of yours.”

That hit a nerve, and your face completely fell, and a proud yet sad smile came to Momo’s face, “So the sleeping with the roommate finally spoiled, you’ll have to tell me about that later, okay?”

You laugh slightly as peered at the official I.D. badge on Momo’s work shirt, “I promise, now can you go to work? You’re going to be late!”

Momo sighed, contemplating if she should truly leave or not, but you looked like you wanted to be alone right now. Especially if you were going to be working in a bit as well.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tonight!” Momo retreated leaving you in your misery to wallow.

Seeing that you had an hour and a half to get to work, you grabbed the spare towel Momo had given to you and went to the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom, god how were your friends all so rich? Why did they even associate with you for that matter?!

You found yourself soon relaxing under the hot jet of water, letting the steam fill the room as you watched water drops fall from your eyelashes. You ran your fingers through your scalp at a slow pace, rubbing circles and paused as you felt hot tears run down your face. Stepping under the jet of the water completely, you washed the shampoo out of your hair as you watched the sud filled water mixed with your tears go down the drain. Sniffing you tried to finish the rest of the shower as slowly as you could, relaxing slightly at the smell of the strawberry shampoo and conditioner that Momo had in this shower.

Gradually you felt better, shutting off the water and wrapping the towel around you. Grabbing another towel, you wrapped your hair up grunting as a strand fell into your face. You quickly dried up, and pulled out your makeup pouch, filling out your eyebrows carefully, satisfied you then went to applying a nude shade of eyeshadow, adding a quick wing, mascara, and of course the red lip as you finished choosing not to do foundation because your skin was perfect today. You stepped back pouting at yourself slightly trying your best to not remember the pouty red lips of Hotaru-san, the red of Todoroki’s hair as your breath hitched again.

Shaking your head, you walked out of the bathroom and grabbed your work outfit putting it on after hanging the towel, and you froze while you buttoned up the shirt as your phone buzzed. You grabbed it, assuming it was the chat with your girlfriends given they had blown it up after you had asked for help.

todoroki: you forgot your name tag, do you need me to bring it to you?

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You cursed out loud rubbing your temple, you could always just steal one of your coworker's nametag, for the time being, no one needed to know your name anyways.

you: no.

Your hands trembled as you pressed send and put the phone down, finishing dressing as you heard another buzz, but you willed yourself to not pick up the phone. Instead, you walked over to the mirror, and let the towel on your head unwrap as your h/c hair fell. You manipulated your hair to best suit it not falling into your face and deciding everything was okay, grabbed your purse and phone and walked out.

It didn't take long for you to cave and look at the text, however.

todoroki: okay, see you tonight. I bought your favorite.

You felt yourself needing to throw up as you remembered it was Sunday. But you slipped your phone back into your pocket, deciding to leave him on read and went off to work, unsure of the trials it would bring today.

When you got back to Momo’s house, it was thirty minutes later than it should have taken as you had instinctively returned to your apartment, only to halt and turn back as you exited your regular station.

“I’m home!” You called out as you slipped on the slippers that had your name embroidered into the heel, smiling as you saw seven pairs of very different shoes waiting at the entrance of the house.

You heard the scurrying of footsteps and your grin only increased as seven women embraced you in the middle of a hug, “Y/l/n, how I missed you!” Hagakure squealed as she was the one who managed to reach you first.

“Yeah girl, we have so much to catch up on!” Jirou’s voice laughed in agreement from somewhere outside of the circle.

“Let’s not smother the poor lady,” Mina exclaimed pushing her way towards the front of the circle, managing to get her arms securely fastened around you, “Right after I’m done with my hug of course!”

“Mina, I don’t think y/l/n wants a hug from just you!” Uraraka teases as Mina huffs releasing you. 

“Are you okay, why were you looking for a place to sleep?” Tsu asks as she approaches you, a concerned look in her eyes as her hands grab your own.

“I-It’s a long story.” You whisper as you take a hand from Tsu’s hand to wipe away the tears that form, and suddenly you’re back in the middle of a hug being walked slowly away.

The seven of you eventually ended up in a circle in Momo’s entertainment room which was filled with pillows, blankets, alcohol, and pizza. Some random rom-com movie was playing in the background as the seven of you chattered away.

You had originally met them all during a Mixed Martial Arts for Females Only Class at the gym you attended last year. They were all friends previously, and you just seemed to click perfectly in their little group. The girls were also co-workers, all working in the same–or at the very least related–company. You were applying to the company that Uraraka and Tsu were at, but given that you had no ties to the hiring committee, you weren’t able to secure an interview until yesterday. You knew that they also had a tight group of male friends who worked there as well. Momo had told you that they worked with a bunch of guys they had known since high school.

You were also aware that four of them had married within the group, but you weren’t friends yet when all of this happened.

You were sipping your wine when your phone buzzed with a text notification, it was past eleven now.

“Is that, what’s his last name again, Todoroki?!” Momo exclaimed, her cheeks flushed even with the tiniest sip of wine.

You glanced at the notification and nodded your head, you had managed to finish the entire story to them, only saying what his last name is given it was extremely common. You had even admitted to them that you had gained feelings for Todoroki, and were positive they were real or else this emotional turmoil would not be happening the way it was happening.

“We got you, girl,” Mina exclaimed grabbing the phone as Hagakure, Momo, and Uraraka surrounded her to read the message, “Ahem, from Todoroki: are you almost home, I’m getting worried. It’s late.”

You snort softly rolling your eyes as you swallow the rest of the wine in your glass and lay on the nearby pillow as the girls whisper about whether they should respond. They eventually decided to leave him on read, won by your final vote. You just did not wish to give him the comfort of you being safe.

“Okay, so let me get this straight, this Todoroki hot-as-fuck roommate had sex with you more often than horny rabbits within months, and just dropped you for some other gorgeous bimbo?!” Hagakure cried out, her hands running through her hair in complete dismay of that thought. “Was he using you? You didn’t give him a special price for the room if he slept with you?!”

You shook your head laughing slightly, oh if only that was the case. “No, Hotaru-san was sweet, plus I am not sex crazy enough to give a rando from Craiglist a discount on my apartment just because he’s attractive.” You shake your head as you reach out for a slice of pizza.

“Hotaru….san?” Jirou blinks rapidly, her eyes wide as saucers. You huffed, annoyed that you had accidentally let the women name out having not intended to let that information out. “Guys is y/l/n talking about our Todoroki and Hotaru?!”

You sit back up, pizza slice in your mouth, your eyes narrowed at Momo and Uraraka who seemed the most freaked out at this revelation. 

“No, it couldn’t be, right?” Momo whispered.

You’re confused as suddenly everyone is scrambling with their phones scrolling most likely through photos or texts. 

“Hotaru-san was gushing today about finally getting Todoroki-kun to be interested in her,” Hagakure noted, her face in a grimace.

“Y/l/n…” Tsu croaks slightly, “Is your roommate name Todoroki Shouto?”

You froze, staring at the six sets of eyes in front of you, each calculating, each somehow hopeful you would say no, but hoping you would say yes.

“…y-yes?”

“OHMYGOD–”

“Do you understand how big of idiots–”

“How many other y/l/n’s do we even know–?!”

“They were saying the exact stories–”

“We are stupid, we never connected–”

“Oh stupid, stupid Todo–”

You blinked feeling overwhelmed as all six girls were talking over one another, the conversation seems to exclude you from the discussion.

“Wait, wait,” Momo tried to succeed in calming everyone down, “Is this him? Can you point him out?”

You looked at the image Momo thrust in your hand. Your eyes swept the image that contained around twenty people, realizing quickly that this was probably the famous Class 1-A as all six girls were in the middle, their smiles wide, looking notably younger.

You found yourself stopping on Todoroki, his expression emotionless as he seemed to be dodging the hands of an enthusiastic classmate beside him. He looked the same, just taller, more mature. You zoomed in on Todoroki and returned the phone, “That’s him.”

“Wow, who knew he had it in him to sleep with two hot girls at the same time…” Jirou stated breaking the silence that hit this party as everyone desperately tried to understand what was going on.

“It wasn’t a threesome…” You mutter, misunderstanding what Jirou meant due to the alcohol flowing through your veins.

“We’ll paper wrap his office for you,” Mina declared, her fist clenched and her eyes on fire, “Hoes before bros!”

“HOES BEFORE BROS!” Everyone shouted in agreement, and you smiled earnestly and tears began falling down your face in happiness over your friends' support. You choked back a sob as you nodded.

“T-Thank you!”

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One Week Later

You hummed slightly as you buttoned up a freshly washed work shirt. Yesterday you had received a call from your dream job’s company with good news, and it made you ecstatic! You weren’t starting until next week, but you had submitted your last day at your job and was ready to say goodbye to it forever. 

“Ne, y/l/n,” Momo called, poking her head in through the door, and you looked at her, “I’m having a dinner date here tonight, uh, do you mind if you don’t come home? At least not until later?” Momo’s face turned red at her confession and you smirked slightly.

“That’s no problem.” You laugh as you fluff your damp hair out, puckering up in the mirror before turning to walk to the door, your purse sling on your shoulder, “I’ll get out of your hair tonight.”

“You’re a lifesaver!” Momo cried as she embraced you, and you laughed hugging her back.

“It’s the least I can do, besides, I need to go home anyway. All my business attire is there and not here.” You stated as the two of you broke away, as you began walking towards the entrance of her house to guarantee you would get to work on time. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Momo asks her eyebrows scrunched together, she was trying to keep the worry out of her tone, but it was spelled all over her face.

You shrug your shoulders, “I’m hoping he won’t be home, or maybe he’ll have Hotaru-san over and will be… occupied.” You chose your words carefully as you slipped on your work shoes, but you shook your head, “Nevertheless, I’ll gladly go back to give you the house! It is your place, please don’t feel bad!”

Momo nodded in agreement, although she didn’t look too convinced, “I’m sure one of the other girls would take you in, and I could always buy you more work clothes!”

You knew that all those girls were able to take you in, minus the two that had a date tonight, and you did not feel like stepping into a house where two of them were happily married, or the other with a newly engaged fiancee, but you did not say that to Momo.

“Okay, but I have to go now!” You rushed, as you hugged her goodbye, starting out the door at a breakneck pace.

“Okay, bye!”

“Bye!”

On the train to work, you looked at the text messages from Todoroki for what felt like the millionth time. You hadn’t responded to him yet, not to the worried text, not to the apologies from him, for he didn’t know what was wrong, just that you left. You wanted it that way too.

todoroki: I’m sorry for whatever it is that happened, just come back home?

That was from two nights ago and also the last text he had sent, but you could care less as you grumbled to yourself continuing to go about your day in denial about how much you wished this past week was nothing but a dream.

You went about your day just fine, nothing was out of the ordinary. As the end of your shift drawled to a close, you found your anxiety heightening. You wanted to go home, you wanted to sleep in your bed, wake up to the sun shining in your face, but you couldn’t take the sight of Todoroki either. Not yet.

You slowly clocked out and began your journey home, and to be quite honest, you could barely remember going anywhere, just knowing your feet had taken you to your apartment door. Putting in your key, you unlocked the door and stepped in.

It was quiet, and there was no shoe belonging to Todoroki at the entrance, so you let out a sigh of relief putting on your slippers and picked up your shoes, not wanting to leave them at the front.

You walked to your room and opened the door, closing it behind you. There was a musty air to your room most likely having not been touched since you had left one week ago, and you opened your window, spraying a bit of air freshener to alleviate the thick feeling air. Checking the time, it was only eight, and so you were going to be here until midnight before making your way back over to Momo’s house hoping she would be done with her date by then.

Wasting no time, you began grabbing your business skirts, business shirts, blazers, and even pantsuits. You pulled out your heels and any accessory you thought you could use, unsure when you would be back. You folded everything and placed it onto your dresser just so that it was off your bed.

As much as you hated being home, you were grateful for having washed your sheets the day before you had left and you had not slept under the covers the last night you were here, the sheets were still relatively clean. Maybe you’d take a nap in a few minutes.

You walked out and into the living room, going to search for an old shopping bag to put your things in. Going to the supply closet in the entryway, you stood on your tip-toes to reach the bags on top but froze as you heard the front door open.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You curse as you jump to grab the shopping bags. You smile victoriously as you grab one, ripping it out, and shrieked only to have them all fall on top of you.

You watched in mortification as the supply closet door opened and Todoroki stared at you, his mismatched eyes boring into your eyes as you stood there clutching a whole bunch of bags. You stilled as Todoroki walks over and grabs the extra bags and lets you keep one, you shift away from him as he puts them up and you just want to run away.

“Thanks.” You mutter, turning on your heel and walking away as quickly as you could without running.

“Wait, y/l/n, can we talk?” Todoroki asks, easily keeping up with you despite your best efforts. “Look, I know you were crying the last night you were here, and I know that you were at Yaoyorozu-san’s house. Will you talk to me?”

You scoff making sure to look at him before rolling your eyes, “So what? You can apologize about whatever it is you think is wrong?” You asked hi.

“I would like to, yeah.”

“Okay,” You hiss stopping in your tracks as you turn to face him, your face contorted with anger and sadness, “Let’s start from the beginning then? Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, y/l/n, I don’t know what I did wrong….” Todoroki admits, but that’s not good enough for you. Why did he have to have the awareness of a rock?

“What do you think you did wrong?” You asked anger flushing to your cheeks as you felt ready to combust. Oh emotions, how terrible they were.

Todoroki stayed silent and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry, but this is golden!” You laugh as a brief moment of insanity washes over you, “This is the first thing you should be apologizing for! A-Am I honestly that hard to talk to unless I’m drunk?” You wanted that to sound angry, but as the words left your mouth sadness and hurt washes over you.

“No, not at all.” Todoroki disagrees, but you shake your head, a sniffle leaving you.

“We have never made a single sober conversation,” You point out, your eyes searching Todoroki’s own, “Everything between us happened when we weren’t in control, do you even remember what we’ve talked about when drunk? I remember every conversation, and I can tell you that everything you’ve told me and they were things that made me feel like we could have been friends and more, but you never gave me that opportunity.”

Todoroki has gone silent again.

But you weren’t quite done. “I fucking have feelings for you, for crying out loud! I have these damn feelings for you and I don’t know what to do with them because we were fuck-buddies, and fuck-buddies only! Do you even realize how fucked up that is?! I’m in love with some guy I can’t seem to get to talk to me unless we’re borderline blackout drunk. We slept together for months, Todoroki, months! That’s not healthy for roommates!” You’re panting slightly as your thoughts race.

“Don’t get me started on the entire me saying I love you, I was drunk and perfectly content with the relationship we had, and it wasn’t something that meant anything at the time, but you had to go and fucking ignore me for the entire week. Like what absolute bullshit Todoroki, you could have at the very least told me that it was over. But you didn’t! You screwed me over! And fuck, you brought another girl home when I wasn’t home, and you slept with her. Don’t deny it, I heard the two of you… then you asked the same night if I wanted a drink… am I honestly only someone to be desired as long as you’re drunk?” Your voice is a whisper, it’s small and weak, trembling with your loss of vigor and hatred of this situation as you continue to look at Todoroki who could do nothing but stare at you.

You roll your eyes as minutes go by of the two of you just standing there staring, “I’m going to finish packing, I don’t know when I’ll be back after today, but don’t worry I won’t kick you out of the apartment. You can even invite Hotaru-san to move in if you desire.”

You turned on your heel, ready to march to your room but a hand grasps yours. Todoroki’s hand it warm and large on your wrist and you turn your attention to him, tears in your eyes as you want to just retreat into your room.

“I have a hard time opening up to people, and from the very first meeting, I wanted nothing more than to get to know you because you just had this alluring energy to you. But we had such conflicting schedules that I never saw you. Then it was four months since I had moved in and only things I knew about you were the obvious ones I could see around the apartment.” Todoroki whispers having not found his conviction yet, and your heart clenches in the tiniest bit of joy, something that you criticize yourself for in your mind. “I knew that you only drink citrus green teas, that you enjoy the scent of lavender much more than the average person, and that you have over a million products but only use three.”

So, I tried to get to know you through being drunk because I’m much more loose-lipped and I open up easier when I drink. I did want to help you change that really bad day to a good one that first time, and I knew that getting to know you would make me feel better so I assumed the same would be true for you, but I denied my attraction to you and before I knew it I was sleeping with you, and I wanted to stop, but you were just… intoxicating.” Shouto continues, his head is dropped to his chest, his hair was slicked back and so you can easily see the chaos on his face. “And I didn’t know how to fix it, because I knew you remembered, so I figured if we got drunk one more time and I opened up, and we didn’t sleep together things would patch up and we could move on. But my denial was greater than I thought… and at some point, I didn’t know how to speak to you unless I was drunk.” 

You stared at Todoroki who was now staring at you again, his eyes just screaming his confusion at you. “When you said I love you, it scared me shitless when I woke up that morning because I didn’t grow up in an emotionally healthy family. And I panicked, for that I’m sorry. But your confession made me face my feelings for the first time, and I convinced myself it was only drunken hormones, so I tried to see if that was true by making the stupidest mistake I could… Hotaru-san is a nice girl, who had an interest in me, and I used her… but after that night I realized I was just being in denial, but it seems like you heard us and I’m sorry for all of this. I truly am, and I know that my timing is horrible, but if you’ll take my confession let me know… About the sex and my actions, despite both the good and bad… should I apologize or should I confess to you, because there is nothing more I can do.”

Your mouth opens and closes multiple times as you try to find something to say as Todoroki stands there. You want nothing more than to have liquid courage right now as tears form in your eyes, “Will you give me a moment?” You ask, and Todoroki looks at you, panic evident in his eyes, but he nods nonetheless.

“Of course,” He says with a tight smile, leaving you standing in the kitchen as you turn and move to put the bag in your room.

You stand in your room thinking about everything. The six long months of knowing Todoroki Shouto, his confession, his apology, and for the first time listening to your emotions as you slowly put your clothes into the shopping bag. What did you want?

Him.

You longed for him.

You wanted Todoroki.

You walked back to the living room where you knew where Todoroki was waiting for you, and you stared at him, your chin quivering as you watched him look up to meet your gaze.

He rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving yours, “I want you to confess.” You breathe and Todoroki seems shocked.

“I’m falling in love with you, y/l/n y/n,” Todoroki confesses softly and you laugh slightly, tears falling from your eyes, but you walk towards him and he meets you halfway and for the first time sober, your lips are connected. Your hands move up to cup his cheeks as he pulls you in close, his hands firmly placed onto your lower back.

It’s a slow kiss, and as you’re on the balls of your feet so that the kiss could continue effortlessly. Your head tilts to the right allowing a better angle to be kissed at. The two of you pull away slowly, both of your eyes slowly opening to look at each other in a whole new light, and a blush heats your face as your hands fall to cover your face.

“You’re beautiful…” Shouto murmurs as he pulls your hands away from your face, and he bends down and presses a kiss to your neck, and you gasp lightly at the feel of his warm lips on your neck. Your eyes flutter closed as his lips left soft tiny kisses trailing back up to your lips, and you were ready.

Your lips met again, and this time you wrapped your arms slowly around his neck, and you pull him in closer and his hands are slowly moving up and down your back, making you shiver as his fingers brush against an exposed piece of skin on you back.

You feel yourself stepping towards the bedrooms, and Todoroki–no, it’s Shouto–follows through with your actions and picks you up gently. A soft giggle leaves your lips as you wrap your legs around his torso, your eyes opening to see Shouto’s eyes still closed despite the fact he was walking with you. “Pay attention to where you’re walking, Shouto,” You whisper into his ear as you pull away from the kiss, “I wouldn’t appreciate being slammed into the wall right now.” Your teeth nibble softly onto Shouto’s earlobe and you smile at the throaty groan that leaves Shouto’s lips.

He opens your door room as you continue kissing down his jaw, and as soon as he closes the door behind the two of you, Shouto’s lips are back on yours greedily seeking more contact, and you don’t hold back as you kiss him back with equal fervor. You feel the mattress of your bed hit your back as you continue to kiss him, sitting up so you could move back to let Shouto onto the bed with you. You smile once again as Shouto’s hand rests on the bed frame behind you, while the other one lays on the bottom of your back again.

Your hands are interlocked behind Shouto’s head as his tongue grazes your bottom lip. You moan softly as you head tilts and you open up your mouth so that your tongues meet halfway. You start moving to unbutton your work shirt and Shouto hastily pulls away and your eyes open, his mouth is stained with your work red lipstick as he looks concerned, “Are you sure, y/n?” Shouto asks, his hands suddenly on top of yours. “I don’t want to rush you to having sex with me again…”

You stared at him, a soft smile coming to your lips as you sit up, making Shouto sit on his haunches as you move to your knees, “You have never forced me to have sex, and I want this, I want you.” You whisper to Shouto as you press a soft kiss to his lips.

Pulling away, you unbuttoned your shirt and dropped it on the floor next to you, your breath hitching as Shouto stares at your nearly naked upper body, and you blush, “Take it off,” you mutter tugging at the hem of Shouto’s t-shirt, and he slowly moves to take it off.

God, Shouto’s body had to be a sin as you watched him take off his shirt and you stared at the rippling muscles on his body, something you had never truly appreciated before. Tone and lithe. He was beautiful.

Shouto’s lips are back on yours as you kiss deeply, your head tilted to the side as his fingers gently grasp your chin, the other one slowly making its way to your bra clasp. A shaky moan leaves your mouth as the bra falls from your body, and Shouto moves his body so that you’re now forced to be lying on your back. The tips of your well-aroused nipples brush up against Shouto’s naked chest and the both of your release a throaty gasp as you pull him closer to you.

Your leg hooks lazily around Shouto’s waist, and a sigh leaves your lips as Shouto gently grasps the back of your leg, running steady consistent strokes from the back of your thigh to your ass.

A fire is building up in your gut as your hands work their way down to the buttons and zipper of his pants. You manage to get Shouto’s pants off without ever breaking the kiss, but now you were on top, straddling his lap as he sat against the headboard, his hands gripping your waist.

Without the pants on, you could feel Shouto’s arousal as you slowly moved against his dick with only your pants and both your underwear interrupting the two of you being completely naked. You pulled away from Shouto and giggled as he attempted to follow you with closed eyes as you had to brush your hair out of your face, suddenly feeling hot.

“Y/n…” Shouto just about whined, and you smiled softly at him, finding it endearing and the slightest bit hot when he used that tone, his hands were on your breasts, slowly stimulating your aroused nipples as he slowly massaged them making sure to brush your nipple with his thumb every so often, and your head tossed back as you bite down hard on your lower lip. That was your undoing as Shouto easily rolled you back over to the bottom, a smirk on his face as he kissed you ever so lovingly, and you felt him pulling off your pants leaving you in a pair of pink undies to which he had noticed. “Those are cute.” He comments as he presses a kiss to your collarbone.

“Damn right they are,” You breathlessly retort as Shouto chuckles, pressing a kiss firmly against your lips as he raised your hips so he could slowly grind his crotch into your own, and you bit harshly onto your bottom lip as you stopped a cry of pleasure from coming out.

“No, don’t stop yourself, please,” Shouto begged against your lips as he once more performed the same hip roll.

“Fuc-Fuck!” You cried out as your hands grasped his lower back to keep the friction between you at a high.

“Fuck,” Shouto curses as he tugs your bottom lip in between his teeth as his hand's grip onto your hips tighter. “You’re amazing.”

“Aha, and you haven’t even fucked me yet.” You reply with a laugh as Shouto’s lips meet the valley between your breasts and a low moan of pleasure vibrates through your throat. 

“True,” Shouto agrees as he removes both your underwear and you gasp as the cold air of your room is hit upon your heated sex, and you clasp on your lip to keep yourself from premature orgasm from the sudden temperature change. You watch with hooded eyes as Shouto places a condom on. His dick was stupidly thick and was probably about seven inches, but it still made you excited. You rest on your elbows, a smile on your face as Shouto moves his messy hair out of his eyes. As you stare at his slightly sweaty face covered by strands of different colored hair, your heart just about bursts.

“Make love to me, Shouto,” You say aloud as Shouto stares at you, the condom now in place.

“I plan on it,” He smiles and he grabs your ankle, pulling you closer to him, and you shriek with laughter until his lips engulf your sounds. “Are you ready?” Shouto asks as he teases your entrance with the tip of his dick.

“Whenever you are,” You whisper into his neck, preparing for the initial pain.

You let out a cry of pleasure and pain as he slowly enters you, and you pant heavily trying to contain your tears as he manages to push all the way in. Your eyes clench as you bit your lip, your head buried into his neck.

“Are you o-okay?” Shouto stutters very clearly still adjusting to having his dick in you.

“Yeah, just no lube, and you’re impressive, and I’m t-tiny.” You manage to sigh out and eventually you collapse onto the bed, looking up at Shouto who seems to be concentrating hard.

“You’re just super t-tight.” Shouto gasps as you wrap a leg around his waist.

“If you can last long intoxicated, you can manage now.” You tease slightly as you wince at the fullness of having a dick within you again. Damn, having sex while intoxicated was a whole other experience.

“O-Okay, you okay now?”

You nod your head and Shouto moves his hips back, and slowly almost painfully slow, returns them to the original position, and even with the smallest movement, a lewd moan escapes your lips. Shouto continues going in and out, his hips slowly moving while you start to meet him with every thrust.

Whispers of encouragement escape both your lips as his slow pounding in you continues.

Shouto picks up your legs so that they’re both wrapped around his waist, and he comes to lean over you. At the new angle, your head is thrown backward, and you let out a string of soft curses. “Yes, baby, that feels so good.” You cried out in encouragement as you bit down on your lip harshly.

Your lips are soon sought after by Shouto’s as sheen layers of sweat cover both your bodies as the consistent moving of both your hips never falters.

Shouto’s pace never truly gets overwhelmingly fast, but soon you can hear the sounds of your bed hitting the wall, and a cry escapes your lips as Shouto’s finger grazes your clit.

“Say my name…” Shouto grunts as he presses harder on your clit and you can feel the coil within you getting tighter, but at the moment all you can give is wordless cries, “Say it, y/n.”

“Shou-Shouto!” You scream out as you shake with an overwhelming need to climax, but Shouto’s finger leaves your clit and goes to keep your hands above your head.

“Are you e-enjoying this?” Shouto teases as he slams into you at full force again, “Are you feeling good?”

“Oh my god, yes Shouto I’m feeling gOOD!” Your voice shrieks as his hands leave your wrist to gently pinch your nipple and clit. You go speechless and your mind spins as he pulls one of your legs onto his shoulder, and all you can do is gasp as the new position lets you see the stars.

“I'm going to cum,” Shouto gasps, and you pathetically nod your head in agreement as you pull him in for a kiss.

You can feel Shouto’s consistent pace get faster, his hips buck into you at a speed he hadn’t dared to reach at this time. “C-Cum, Shouto.” You gasp as his thrusts are getting sloppier, and a grunt leaves his lips and you know he’s done, but he knows you’re not.

Despite cumming, his dick is still hard and still buried in you, “Let’s finish you up?” Shouto asks as he doesn’t wait for your agreement as his finger is now pushing on your clit hard enough to send your toes curling, and you scream out his name as the coil in you tightens further and the flame in you scorches you from the inside out.

“Come on, y/n, cum for me please,” Shouto begs in your ear. You can feel yourself spiraling as your vision keeps going dizzy as Shouto presses open mouth kisses down your neck, his hips relentlessly pounding into you as you fail to keep up, his fingers dancing against your clit, and a noiseless scream leaves your mouth.

You came, and your entire body feels like it is being electrocuted as Shouto slowly pulls out and collapses next to you. “Oh fuck,” You moan having finally gained your voice back, and you look over at Shouto who is just grinning at you. “What?”

“You’re beautiful when you climax.”

“Shut up.” You grumble embarrassed as you cover your face with a pillow.

“Does this mean I can fuck you without being drunk now?” Shouto asks playfully as he wraps an arm around you.

“Well you did confess, and I did accept it…” You ponder as you look at him again, pressing a kiss to his lips. “But I might give up sex for a year.”

“Hm, that’s true.” Shouto agrees as he gently kisses you back.

A smirk comes on your face as you come up with an idea, “Well, you can always convince me otherwise…” Shouto pulls away from the kiss, looking at you suspiciously.

“How?”

You roll out of bed, wincing slightly at your soreness from having sex, but go to your closet and pull out two things. “Comply.”

You show him a blindfold and a binding rope, and he smirks, “Only because I want to see you on top.”

“Oh baby, you’re not gonna be seeing anything.” You respond as you tie up his hands to the bed frame, and Shouto looks at you a bit worriedly as you kiss him softly, “Don’t worry, I always play fair.” You whisper as you slip the blindfold over his eyes and step back.

“Y-Y/n?” Shouto stutters as you giggle pressing a gentle kiss to his torso, his body reacting entirely to the small touch.

“This will be fun.” You say as your fingers trace down his muscular frame and stop inches from the base of his dick.

hehe hehe, end! this was really a blessing to write and i enjoyed it sososo much! and i personally am a slut for in denial lovers, like yum, give me more!!! and of course, to give you the reason why the title of this series is called And They Were Roommates was because of the vine, so enjoy the bonus :D

bonus!

“Wait, who the fuck is Todoroki dating?!” Kirishima exclaimed as he sat with the six girls and a few guys as they gossiped about the two of you.

“Y/l/n y/n, she’s the new girl who's starting over with you, Uraraka-chan and Tsu tomorrow!” Hagakure explains for the millionth times.

“And they were roommates?!” Kaminari cried out feeling overwhelmed.

“Oh my god, they were roommates!” Mina exasperated as she rolled her eyes. “Get with it, or get out!”

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Baby Doll {2/?}

Warnings: A Dark-Fictional Piece, Contains Eventual Non-Con Elements. (18+)  

Characters: (Dark!) Steve Rogers, Reader, OC! Nya. (For Chapter)

Summary: (For this Chapter) Steve starts to show his possessive side.  

Synopsis: Steve begins an unhealthy obsession over the reader, which then sprouts into complete and utter chaos.  

Note: Hi guys! It’s Niya here, back at it again with another update. This took so long to post because I wanted to jump the gun in a sense, and have Steve kidnap the reader, but then I thought about it and that’s just not how I want this story to go. I actually want it to be a slow burn. But not overly slow. I’ve been thinking about 20-30 chapters. And I want y’all to really enjoy it. Also, if y’all haven’t noticed, *ahem* that OC... is me, I thought it would be cute if me and the reader could interact a little. And I’m such a hoe for Bucky, so it was a no brainer. Anyway, this is the most y’all will ever see of Nya in this chapter, so I won’t be drowning you guys with ‘her’. But I do want it to be noted that the reader is established and does have friend(s). Now that we are done with all of that, enjoy you guys.  <3 (Also, if you want to put a face to ‘Nya’ , I have my face as my profile picture.)

Tags: @bookgirlunicorn @ironlady1993 @notyourtypicalrose @readermia

(tags are open 😊)

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Three weeks.  

Three weeks of consistently seeing you.  

It became a routine.  

Every Sunday and Saturday morning at approximately 6:30 am, Steve Rogers made his way to the family owned library to see his favorite little book worm. His day always being made when he laid eyes on you. His smile lifting, his eyes twinkling and his heart speeding up a beat. It was amazing the effect that you had on him.

All his worries that creeped up on him in the middle of the night vanished at the mere sight of you.

You never did cease to ease his pain.  

Smiling at himself as he walked down the sparse sidewalk, he rounded the corner of Bleeker Street, pausing once he seen the first glimpse of you. You were laughing, head thrown back, eyes crinkled shut and hands clutching your chest dramatically.  

You looked stunning. Carefree and gorgeous.

And if it hadn’t been for the women standing next to you, Steve would’ve been able to properly appreciate the sight in front of him. But he couldn’t, not when she was grasping your arm tightly as she laughed. Her head leaned over in happiness, and her body hunched over as she tried to catch her breath.  

Steve tensed as he looked inside the window. Several questions playing a loop in his mind,

Who was this woman? Why was she touching you? Was she your girlfriend? Did you like girls? Oh my God, what if you weren’t into guys?  

A thousand questions clouded his judgment and he found himself tensing at the mere thought of losing you before he even had you.  

Steve snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door’s bell jingle, signaling that someone had left. He smirked when he seen that it was the woman that previously occupied your time. Briskly sliding past, he made his way into the bookstore. Making eye contact for a few seconds, he took a mental note of her face.

Brown skin, round lips, a full nose, slanted dark brown eyes and dreads.

He’d get her information, if it was the last thing he did for the day.

Smiling as he walked through the door, he took in his surroundings as if it was the first time coming here all over again.  

Walking smoothly over to the front desk, he beamed as he sees you, eyes glimmering when he makes eye contact.

His pride swelling when he seen your smile widen in recognition but frowning when he seen it drop.  He tilted his head in confusion, shoulders slouching when your smile didn’t go back into place.  

“You’re late.” You spoke softly, smiling.

Steve visibly relaxed, chuckling softly. You had been waiting for him.  

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.”  

You shrug unbothered. “The good news is, Nya kept me company. So, you should be thanking her for my current attitude.” Steve straightened up at this, this was it. This was the moment he could get his answer.  

He tilted his head in mock confusion. “Who?” You roll her eyes playfully and pointed to the door. “The girl that you just brushed past, like two seconds ago silly.”

Steve look dumbfounded for a second or so, before finally making an exaggerated realization. “Oh! So, that’s Nya?” Sell it Steve, don’t overdo it. “...is she single by chance?” Damn it Steve, too much.

Your eyes widen in shock, and you find yourself chuckling nervously.  

“Um... yes, why Steve?” You ask quietly. Almost as if you fear his response.  

Sputtering a response, Steve racks his brain for any possible answer. Bring up Tony! But for what? Nothing! Maybe bring up Sam, he could save him. Natasha? Wanda? Maybe mention Brock? His mouth casts a decision before his brain can. “Uh... well my friend... Bucky! Yeah! Bucky, is looking for a new partner for his... morning runs.” Yep...that sounds right. “And your friend...Nya? I believe, would make a great running partner for him...I think.” Way to go Steve, now Bucky’s going to kill you and Y/N’s going to want nothing to do with you freak. Way to start rambling about nothing and everything, she’s going to really think you’re crazy now.  

Steve is interrupted by your giggle. And if he didn’t know any better, he would say it sounded like a sound of relief. You shake your head softly, a few hairs escaping the loosely done bun. “Well, Steven, if you must know, I don’t think my friend will just want to run with a random guy; no matter how famous he may be. However, if you really insist, I’ll let her know.”  

Steve lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. Grinning from ear to ear, he can’t help but to make a teasing remark. “Is that a sound of relief I hear?”  

You pause for a second, nervous that maybe you reacted impulsively. But you breathe in and relax. Shaking your head, you steady yourself and reply, “Quite the contrary Steven, I was merely preparing myself to give you a rejection. You see, my good friend doesn’t care for blondes.”

Friend.  

It’s the one word that bounces around in his head. The one word that makes sense. He doesn’t even harden when he hears the slight attitude in your tone, something he would’ve been quick to correct.

She was just a friend. Only a friend.  

At this realization, Steve switches on the charm, ready to lay claim on what he almost lost.  

He breathes in and smoothly leans his upper body on the desk, gracing you with his sparkling smile. “So, Y/N, I’ve been thinking, maybe, that me and yo- “ He’s interrupted by your gasp, and you running around the desk, hurridly sliding past him and to the door.  

Steve had been so focused on getting you on a date, that he had completely ignored the bell and the sound of someone making their way into the shop.  

He raised his eyebrow in confusion, slowly accessing the scene in front of him. You, gushing over the delivery man, who was currently holding a large tote filled with books. Steve grunted non committingly, feeling himself tense all over again.  

Finally taking a look back at Steve, your eyes sparkle and you can’t help but to let out a nervous giggle. Taking in a quick breath, you happily rush out a stream of incoherent words that not even the super soldier can understand.  

Steve finds the will to relax, and smiles before asking you to repeat yourself.  

“These are THE new Jane Fonda books; do you know how hard it is to get these books?! Thank goodness I managed to get them. Don’t they look pretty Steve- I can’t believ-”

Tuning you out, Steve takes a moment to really look at the delivery man before him. He can’t help but to notice the way the delivery man eyes roam you unashamed. He can’t help but to notice the way the man inhales deeply, the way the man gulps audibly. He can’t help but to notice the way that you seem so oblivious to this blatant ogling.  

It stokes something deep within his core, and he has to forcibly take his eyes away from the man and give you a strained smile in response. Clenching his fist to his sides, he takes this as comfirmation.  

An oblivious woman is a dead one.  

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A/N: Passive aggressive Steve is everything. (1,873 words). Anyway, I hope yall get that Steve is holding back. We’ll see what’s good next chapter. See y’all then. :)

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Hello!! I don’t know if you do angst headcanon but I was wondering if you can do one about the MLQC boys reaction to MC’s emotional breakdown because it’s the anniversary of the day when her dad passed away? If it’s not in your comfort zone then it’s okay ^-^

MLQC boys when MC has an emotional breakdown because its the anniversary of their dad passing away.

hii! thank you for requesting, i appreciate it alot, i hope you enjoy this <3

requests : OPEN

VICTOR

He would cook you your favorite meals and drop everything work related just to be with you for the whole day.

Makes souvenir pudding for you.

comforts you when you have another mental breakdown

“Its gonna be okay, its okay...”

When thats not working, he’d pull you close to him and hug you for a long time.

he doesn’t talk much but his presence is enough for you to calm down.

cuts you some slack during work duty

pampers you for the next few days.

This man would do anything to make sure you’re not upset.

When you’re in bed crying, he’d hug you and just stay like that for a while

When you’ve calmed down he’d slowly say in his low calm voice,

“Mc, I’m sure your father won’t blame you for his accident, he’s probably up there watching you grow into the strong person you are today.”

LUCIEN

When he sees signs of you about to have a mental breakdown, he’d try to comfort you before you burst.

Would let you cry on his shoulder about your dad if it comforts you.

Willing to listen when you’re upset and need to rant.

Makes tea for you.

“Mc, I made tea for you, it’ll help calm you down.”

He’d take the day off for you.

When you start blaming yourself, he’s not taking any of it, hell no.

His precious butterfly??? Blaming herself??? For something?? She couldn’t control?????

“Butterfly, please, I know its a rough time for you but don’t blame yourself, your father wouldn’t like seeing that.”

GAVIN

Has seen your dad once or twice on rare occasions whenever your dad picked you up from school.

Hates seeing people he care about upset so

If you’re upset, he’s upset too.

Comforts you to the fullest.

Chores? Done

Food? Yall usually buy take out so

Not much of a talker but is a very good listener,

When you stop crying and instead started blaming yourself,

He’d understand you because ahem fire incident ahem fuck gavin’s dad ahem

BUT HE DOESNT WANT TO SEE YOU UPSET AND BLAMING YOURSELF LIKE WTF HE CAN DO THAT BUT NOT YOU

“Mc...you are a strong person and its not your fault, I’m sure your dad is proud of you and watching over you from above, please don’t blame yourself, he’d be sad.”

Makes ramen for you both and plays a movie of your choice

And yall cuddle for the rest of the night.

KIRO

Would tell Savin to cancel his schedule for the day sorry savin (cross off)

Comforts you for the rest of the day with cuddling on the couch, playing games, baking and doing fun things so you can be distracted from your negative thoughts.

He wouldn’t allow his Miss Chips blaming themselves for something they didn’t even do

Kisses your forehead and says, “Miss Chips, I may not know your dad, but he sounds like an awesome person and he wouldn’t want his awesome daughter to blame herself on his accident, okay?”

Would take you to Souvenir if its open

If not, then more gaming sessions??

Sings you to sleep to comfort you.

A/N AHHH I’m sorry if this was short D: I’m not the type to get a mental breakdown so i’m sorry if i couldn’t do it right :(((

btw, I think I have a new posting schedule where I’ll start posting every Sunday (and more if I start having enough time and get more ideas hehe) but expect content on Sunday! Stay safe and Happy Easter everyone <3

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Time Heals.....Chapter Forty-Eight

“Erin! Erica! Your parents are here!” Joyce exclaimed as she opened her front door to let Chris and Robyn inside. They each hugged her then moved to the living room. Joyce grabbed Robyn’s hand and tugged her towards the kitchen as Chris sat on the couch.

“Mama J is something wrong?” Robyn asked as she sat down at the island. Joyce moved back to the stove, stirred something in a pot then turned to lean on the island across from Robyn

“Mama?”

“Child, everything is fine. We haven’t girl-talked in a while so what’s going on?”

“Nothing really. We’re just taking everything one day a time.”

“One day at a time, huh? Guess I’m not getting any more grandbabies anytime soon.”

Robyn chuckled and shook her head, “we are nowhere near that, Mama.”

“Why not?”

“We’ve barely dug ourselves out the mud from our past, I think we should give it more than few weeks to make sure this is going the right way.”

“And what does Chris think?”

“Chris is thinking about marriage and I’m not there yet. He understands that.”

“What’s holding you back?”

“I spent my entire teenage years watching him chase girl after girl. Watched him get married and everything else. Me and Chris have been friends for years but we’ve never been lovers and we have to learn and get used to each other in those roles.”

“That’s understandable but-”

“Mama, I know you mean well and I’m honored that you want me to be your daughter in law but I’m not doing it until I’m sure it’s the right move for us.”

“Firstly, you are already my daughter in law and have been for years. Secondly, I just don’t want you guys to get comfortable shacking up and not making a full commitment.”

“Mama, we don’t live together.”

“That’s not what the twins told me.”

Robyn sighed, “Me and Chris had a bet and if I lost, I had to spend the week with him. That’s all.”

“Uh huh. He just trying to ease you into it.”

“Mama, that’s not it, I swear.”

“OK. How was the week?”

“It’s going good. Got a day or so left. He hasn’t driven me crazy like I expected and watching him with the girls is really cute.”

“That’s good. Think you’d do it again?”

“Probably not. I definitely don’t need him getting comfortable with me being around too much.”

“You could never be around too much. You know how much he loves you.”

“I know. He tells me every chance he gets.”

Joyce chuckled, “how are you feeling?”

“I’ve been ok. Working and taking care of the girls.”

“Taking care of yourself?”

“Working on it. Still training myself to leave my work at work and stop bringing stuff home.”

“I know how hard that can be. So before you two jet off, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“What you need, Mama?”

“I have an event that I’m catering and I need some help setting up.”

“That’s not a problem. When is it?”

“Saturday afternoon. I’ll only need you for about an hour or so.”

“Cool. Are you gonna need help taking things down or anything?”

“I don’t think so but I won’t know until that day, just in case something happens with some of my people.”

“That’s my free day so I’m available whenever.”

“You’re not gonna be with Chris?”

“Mama, I don't spend every weekend with Chris. Besides that’s his weekend to have the girls.”

“I’m surprised y’all even have them split up, it’s not like y’all aren’t dating.”

“Doesn’t mean I want him around 24/7 besides it’s more so he can have uninterrupted time with them.”

“Wait, so y’all don’t normally have the girls together?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“No, I just figured whenever he has them, you’re normally with them

“This week is the first week that we’ve had them together. I’m not gonna pretend like I don't like it but I also don't want the girls to get too comfortable with it happening. We aren’t married or living together so I don't want them to get the wrong idea.”

“You know how much they want you together.”

“I do but that doesn't change anything for me. I will always do what's best for my children and I give them what they want to a point. They are still children and have no idea how this works.”

“Well that is true.So since you have a day left what are you guys up to?”

:Tonight is my night to cook dinner so Chris is gonna drop me off at the house while he takes the girls shopping for art supplies.”

“I’m sure they’ll love that. How’s the family?”

“Good. My mother is begging for me to bring Chris out there but I don’t have the time right now.”

“I mean Spring Break is coming up soon, why not then?’

“We promised the girls to take them to Disney since they didn’t get to go to Italy with us.”

“Italy? Now how was that?”

Robyn giggled, “it was good. We needed to get away. I thought I told you about it.”

“Nothing outside the fact that yall went.”

“Oh I’m sorry about that, Mama. I could’ve sworn I spoke to you about it.”

“No need to apologize so how did things go?”

“Surprisingly well considering how it started.”

“What you mean?’

“Well Chris stopped speaking to me two weeks before the trip because we got into an argument.”

“Lord, that boy.”

“Mama, it was ridiculous. The first time I saw him was at the airport and the first time we had spoken since the two weeks.”

“Really? I’m surprised he didn’t just cancel the trip.”

“Same thing I said but after glaring at each other for an hour, we finally sat down and talked before we got to board the plane. I mean nobody wants to sit on a plane for thirteen hours to someone they’re mad at.”

“Very true. What was the argument about?”

“Him always buying and setting me up for stuff without asking. He planned this whole dinner and weekend night out which wasn’t too bad but then he called my job, requested time off and everything.”

“Wow.”

“Yes. And he never asked me if I had plans or anything, just started rearranging my life like it was nothing.

Joyce shook her head, “you know he meant well.”

“I know but I already told him how much I didn’t like when he did that and he kept doing it. It just needed to be addressed then he got all pissy about it and stopped talking to me like a child. It was just annoying.”

“I can imagine. But y’all made it by time you got to Italy, right?”

“Yea. He paid for this really pretty hotel room and we did some sightseeing and went to a few nightclubs. It was really nice. I got drunk and he had ot take care of me for a night but other than that, nothing major happened.”

“That’s great.”

“And the last night he rented a boat for an overnight stay on the water,” Robyn said as she grabbed her phone and opened her gallery to show Joyce the photos they had taken.

“Aww Angel, you guys look so beautiful and happy.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m glad everything went so well, you know going away with people can turn bad sometimes.”

“That was my biggest fear. I mean there were no kids to be a buffer for anything.”

“True. Have you learned anything about this week together?”

“Other than I can tolerate him for an extended period of time? No.”

Joyce laughed and rubbed Robyn’s hand, “I’m really proud of you two.”

“For what?”

“For how you’ve handled all of this. I’m especially proud of you.”

“I mean I didn’t really do anything.”

“Robyn, you did a lot and you know it. You put your anger aside and got way more than you expected but I’m glad to see you happy again. I missed that smile and that glow.”

“Thank you, Mama.”

“Thank me once I get some more grandbabies.”

Robyn chuckled and shook her head, “I wouldn’t have made it without you these past 8 years.”

“Angel, you’ve always been able to handle anything that’s why I never worried about you especially being with my son. I knew if anybody could train him, you could.”

Robyn laughed, “I’m trying, Mama. I’m trying.”

“Trying what?”

They both looked up to see Chris standing in the doorway of the kitchen with Erin and Erica handing his hands. Chris let them go and they rushed over to hug Robyn. She kissed their foreheads and held them to her side as Chris walked over to stand next to his mother. He kissed Joyce’s cheek and winked at Robyn, “what y’all been in here talking about?”

“You.” Joyce replied, “problem?”

“No Ma’am.”

“Just as I thought. You’re gonna have the girls tomorrow by yourself.”

“Why?”

“Robyn’s helping me with a catering job, I’ll probably need her all day.”

“And I get no say so. What if I had something planned?”

“Did you ask her?”

Robyn stifled her laugh as Chris gave her a look.

“I’m waiting on an answer, Christopher, “Joyce said.”

“No Ma’am, I didn’t ask her.”

“Then you don’t have anything planned. The twins told me that Robyn is spending the week with you.”

“She is. She’s supposed to be going home Sunday but I’m trying to get her to extend her visit.”

Robyn moved to lean her face into her palm as she rested her elbow on the island, “and how do you purpose you do that?”

“I’ll figure something out by Sunday,” Chris replied as he kissed her fingers and pressed them to her lips, “you ready to go?”

Robyn blushed, “yea, I don’t want y’all to miss the art store.”

“They’re open on the weekend so if we miss them today, we can go tomorrow.”

“Did you decide what you want for dinner?”

“You took out some steaks right?”

“Yea.”

“That works for us. Do you need anything while we’re out at the store?”

“I don’t think so.”

Chris hugged Joyce, “well Mommy, we’re gonna get going back to the house. You need anything?”

“Nope, I’m good. It’s always good to see my babies.”

Robyn hugged Joyce then kissed her cheek before moving back so the twins could say goodbye. A few moments later they were on their way home.

Robyn looked back at the twins and noticed they were busy on their tablets with their headphones in.

“Chris?”

“Yes Baby?”

“Did you have something planned for this weekend?”

“Oh no. I was just picking with my mama. I told you that I would start asking before planning so I would’ve let you know.”

“Ok.”

“Did you want to do something this weekend?”

“Not really, I was just wondering if you said that for a reason.”

“Nope. You ok?”

“I’m good. You?”

“Great. Were you and my mother really talking about me?”

“Yea, don’t we always?”

Chris laughed, “you weren’t trying to get me in trouble or nothing, were you?”

“Of course not. Besides I don’t need Mama’s help to discipline you. I can handle this.”

“You haven’t been letting me handle you all week.”

“This week wasn’t supposed to be about sex, remember?”

“I meant that for our date night, I did not anticipate it applying to the whole week.”

“When we get time alone, we'll talk about it.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Chris pulled into the driveway and parked before leaning over to kiss Robyn’s lips, “we’ll be back in a little bit. It shouldn’t take long.”

“We got time, Babe, no need to rush back.”

“If you need anything, just call me and I’ll get it, ok?”

“Yes Sir.”

Chris rolled his eyes, “Get out, Robyn.”

She chuckled as she poked his dimple then climbed out of the car. Once she closed the door behind her, Chris pulled out of the driveway and left.

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Robyn frowned as she went through the playlist Chris had his stereo system set up to. The R&B music she played during her shower was cool but she needed something of a slower tempo to cook to. She preferred a quieter sound once it started to get dark outside. She scrolled through his library and saw he had a Jazz playlist.

She shrugged her shoulders and pressed play.

“When did Chris start listening to Jazz?” She murmured to herself as Charlie Parker’s I’m In A Mood for Love came through the speakers.

She pulled her hair up into a ponytail as she left into the kitchen to start cooking.

As Diana Krall crooned, Robyn swayed her hips and put seasoning on the freshly steamed vegetables she was taking out of the steamer. She giggled as she felt arms wrap around her waist and the body attached to them started to sway with her.

“I can hardly wait to hold you. Feel my arms around you. How long I have waited. Waited just to love you,” Chris sang softly in her ear.

“Where’s the girls?’

“Upstairs, putting their stuff away.”

“You didn't need to help them?”

“Nope but I really much want to help you. You need something?”

“A kiss would be nice.”

“Would be my pleasure.”

Chris turned Robyn around to face him and smiled, “hi.”

“Hi Christopher,” Robyn replied as she settled more comfortably against the counter. Chris smoothed the back of his hand against her cheek and she blushed, “are you gonna kiss me yet?”

“In a minute. Just wanna look at you for a second.”

“Chris, our children will be back down here any minute.”

“So? You don’t want them to see me kissing their mommy?”

“Not if you're gonna kiss me like you normally do.”

Chris chuckled and leaned in so their noses touched, “I missed you today.”

“You did?”

“I did.”

“That’s interesting since it’s only been a few hours.”

“I know but I really like coming home to you.”

“Don’t get too attached, Mr. Brown.”

“I’m trying not to but it’s hard, you know.”

“I can agree with that.”

“So you do like being here?”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“Always gotta be a smart ass.”

They paused in silence for a moment and Chris smiled before grabbing her hand to pull her from against the counter, “I like this song. Dance with me.”

“Chris, I have to finish-”

“Robyn, everything is finished, even I can see that. Don’t be a party pooper.”

Robyn sighed as Chris pulled her into his chest and they started to sway around the kitchen together.

“And since when did you start listening to Jazz?”

“You pick up a lot of habits hanging with older people.”

Robyn giggled, “this is a good song though. What’s it called?”

“My Funny Valentine by Chet Baker.”

“Nice.”

“I don’t know how I'm gonna do this.”

“Do what?”

“Let you go home Sunday.”

Robyn smiled as she took her free hand and pressed her palm against his cheek, “you’ll do it because you trust that I’ll come back.”

“Doesn’t make it any easier letting you go.”

“Am I gonna have to sneak out on Sunday?”

“You might.”

Robyn laughed and pecked his lips, “It feels good to be wanted, I will say that.”

“I always want you, you know that.”

“I know.”

“So what’s for dinner?”

“Steak with baked potatoes and steamed vegetables.”

“With curry seasoning?” Chris said with a raised brow.

“Yes with curry seasoning. You are addicted to that stuff, huh?”

“What? It’s really good, Babe and I can’t duplicate it to save my life.”

“I can’t either. Mama Fenty makes a huge batch and mails it to me.”

“Really? I thought you made it up.”

“Nah, it’s all Mama.”

“I need to ask her for the recipe.”

“Good luck, you might be able to charm it out of her because I sure haven’t been able to.”

“If I do, I’ll share with you.”

“You better.”

Chris pressed his cheek to hers, “you going to bed early?”

“No. Why?”

“I want to show you something after dinner.”

“That works for me.”

Chris kissed her cheek and tucked his face into her neck. Robyn giggled as his breath blew over her skin, “Babe, where are our children? They should’ve been down here already.”

“I don’t know. They’re in the house so it’s not a big deal.”

“Chris, they do need to eat.”

“You wanna go get them?”

“We’re already here, Daddy,” Erin said

They pulled apart and saw Erin and Erica sitting at the kitchen table with plates in front of them.

“How long have y’all been in here?”

“A few minutes,“ Erica replied, “y’all were really cute dancing.”

Robyn pressed her face into Chris’s chest as she laughed.

“Y’all could’ve said something,” Chris replied, “you ready to eat?”

“Yes.”

Robyn moved to the refrigerator as Chris grabbed the steaks and placed them on the table, “Babe, can you put the vegetables on the table too?”

“Got it.”

Robyn set two bottles of juice on the table then sat next to Erin. Chris set down the platter of vegetables and baked potatoes before sitting next to Robyn, “you wanna say grace?”

“Can I do it, Daddy?” Erica asked.

“Sure Sweetie.”

“Everybody hold hands,” Erica waited until they were all holding hands before closing her eyes, “God, thank you for this food. Thank you for my family. Thank you for my sister and for bringing my Daddy into our lives. Thank you for helping my Mommy to come home and for the best week of my life. We say thank you for all this in Jesus name. Amen.”

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the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter four

A/N: hey yall! life update: i have a job now! it’s part time, thank god, and so far i don’t completely hate it, which is good. hopefully it won’t get too hectic, but we shall see. anyway, i hope you are liking this series so far. let me know what you think about it. also lmk if you want to be added to the taglist. hope you enjoy this chapter. alrighty, i’ll see yall later :)

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trigger warning: cursing, being hunted??, mentions of killing/murder

word count: 1693

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My apartment had been trashed, everything torn up and thrown all over the place. Sam stayed with me for two hours, scoping it out and making sure everything was back in its place.

Nothing of mines was taken. It just looked like someone broke in to make a mess and leave.

Sam believed it was vamp. I wasn’t sure what to think.

After barely getting any sleep, I wasn’t too excited to go to work. But at least I would be surrounded by people and not by myself, left alone to think of what could have broken in.

I filled Ronnie in on some of my crazy adventures from the past two-ish days.

“How is it you have all the fun on your days off?” Ronnie whined, cleaning a glass.

I scoffed. “I highly doubt getting almost killed by a vampire, and then having one break into my place ‘fun’, Ronnie.”

“At least it’s more interesting than me laying around and watching Real Housewives.” She joked. “So, all of these guys work at Trapp Haus and that’s how you met them?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Got my own connection which is how I was able to skip the line that usually wraps around the whole block.”

“I swear I’ve never heard of any of them before. Are they all bartenders or something?” She asked, starting a new order.

“Um, I think some of them are.” I lied. “One or two might work in the business side of the place, since they’re vamps.”

“I’ll have to go there next human night. Colby sounds pretty hot.” Ronnie smirked.

“I mean he is, but he’s kinda a dick.” I huffed.

“Well, all the hot ones are. Besides, he does have a soft side: he did save you.”

“I guess so…”

The night moved slowly, not too many patrons on a Sunday-Monday evening. I was so happy to finally have my break, being able to step outside and get some fresh air.

I took a deep breath as I looked up into the night sky.

What the fuck had my life turn into?

I shook my head, leaning my back against the brick wall of the bar. I stared into the parking lot, my eyes fixating on the dark. Through the trees that surrounded the lot, I saw the outline of a man.

I squinted my eyes, trying to see if I was seeing things. The figured disappeared as I blinked. I relaxed a little, annoyed at my own paranoia.

Maybe I am going crazy…

I stood up and went to walk back in. As I went to open the door, I heard a low growl come from behind me.

The hair on the back of my neck shot up. I could feel a presence behind me. I didn’t want to turn around, but I knew I had to. I twisted around slowly, my heartbeat speeding up faster and faster.

Nothing was behind me.

I looked around, my anxiety still at its peak. I knew I heard something; but nothing, no one, was there.

I spun back around. A man stood in front of the door. All I could see of him was his glowing red eyes and shiny fangs. He jumped forward with his hands reaching for my neck. A scream ripped from my throat.

I fell to the ground with a loud thump. He was no longer around me, I was alone once again. I scrambled back onto my feet, glancing hastily at the parking lot. I heard a dark chuckle come from the darkness. My eyes widen as I yanked the door opened and slammed it shut, locking it tight. I leaned my back against the door, trying to catch my breath.

He reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t think of who.

I ran to Roger’s office, needing an answer. There was a drawer in his desk, where all the receipts were kept from every night. Roger was very meticulous about it. I grabbed the folder from the previous night I worked. I flipped through all of them until I landed on the one I knew it had to be.

Cyrus Gladstone.

He was Blondie’s… Jasper’s… friend. He knew.

Jasper was dead. And he knew I was the one that got him killed.

Fuck.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, dialing the only number I knew could help me.

“Sam… I need you again.”

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"How many tips did you make tonight?" I asked, counting out mine again.

Ronnie sighed. "About $20. You?"

"$35." I muttered.

"Ugh, that's not fair. I swear, your blood must smell like a fucking bakery with how many tips you get." She laughed.

"Ain't I lucky." I hissed jokingly.

The door to the bar rang open. Both Ronnie and I sighed. "Sorry, we're closed."

"I'm not here for a drink." A deep voice replied, stepping around the corner.

I turned to face the voice and realized who it was. "Colby..."

"That's Colby?" Ronnie exclaimed quietly. She leaned closer to my ear. "Holy shit he's hot."

"Shhh." I elbowed her lightly, turning back to Colby. "Uh, hey. Are you here to escort me home?"

"Actually, I'm taking you back to our place.” He informed, his hands sliding into his pockets.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Oh? Okay."

"I'll see you later, Jade. Have fun." Ronnie mumbled, smirking at me and walking to the back to grab her stuff.

"Uh, let's head out." I nodded my head at Colby, slinging my bag over me.

As we walked into the parking lot, Colby stopped me. "Are we really gonna take your car to the club? It's only a couple blocks down."

I scoffed. "I'm sorry... what do you expect me to do? I can't leave my car here."

"Running would be faster." He stated.

"If I was also a vampire." I fumed.

Colby growled, his fangs prominent. "I could turn you into one."

"Shut up and just get in my car." I retorted.

I opened my car door and slid into the seat. Colby stood in the parking lot, glaring at me.

"Are you getting in or not?" I huffed.

He didn't respond.

Who pissed in his Cheerios today?

I rolled my eyes, driving away. "Whatever. I'll meet you back at the Trapp Haus."

I glanced at my rear view mirror, seeing Colby was already gone. I drove, the streets being close to empty since it was so late. I finally got to the Trapp Haus, pulling into the parking lot. Colby had his back rested against the entrance, scrolling through his phone.

I alarmed my car and strolled up to him. "Why exactly am I here?"

"Sam wanted to talk with me and you. That's all he's told me." He remarked. I followed him up the apartment. Walking in, Sam sat on one of the couches, looking up at us.

"Oh good, I was wondering when you were getting here." Sam spoke, smiling.

"So... what do you gotta tell us?" Colby asked.

"Well, I think we have all concluded that Cyrus is after you because of Jasper's death.” Sam admitted.

I nodded my head. “Yeah.”

“He's most likely the person that broke into your apartment. He's trying to get inside your head. Make you feel uncomfortable and nervous.” Sam responded, stepping towards us.

“So, he's playing with his food?” Colby smirked.

Sam and I both glared at him. “Colby... really?”

His lips folded into a tight line. “Sorry.”

Sam sighed. “Anyway, because of this, I want you to stay here until we can hunt him down and kill him.”

“What?” Colby questioned, his arms crossing.

“Dude, let's be honest here. She's not safe. And unless you want to stand guard at her place until he comes a-knocking, it would just be better if she was here.” Sam argued, turning to Colby.

“No, it wouldn't.” Colby grabbed Sam’s arm, pulling him away from me. “Don't you think we've done enough?”

“How?” Sam inquired.

“How are we gonna find where he is? Unless he's living in LA, which may not be the case, he could be anywhere. Are you expecting me to run around the whole fucking city looking for him?” Colby ranted, his voice deep.

Sam scoffed. “What else are we supposed to do? Leave Jade for dead?”

“Yes! We've already done enough. We’ve never gone this far for someone unless they're family. And she's not.”

My heart dropped as Colby's eyes landed on me. They were cold. Unfriendly.

“We can't leave her now. I won't leave her now.” Sam objected.

“We don't even know if he's hunting her. He could just be dicking around.” Colby hissed.

“Or he could be hunting her. We don't know Jasper and Cyrus’ relationship. If someone killed me, you would hunt them down.” Sam stated.

Colby paused for a second, rolling his eyes. “Fine. But how long is she gonna be here?”

“Until you find out where he is.” Sam smirked.

Colby groaned. “Do you wanna give me a clue as to where he could be?”

“Mike talked to a couple of his buddies on the south side. Apparently that where he likes to hang out at. So, snoop around, see what comes up.” Sam replied. He then turned to me. “Jade?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah?”

“You're gonna sleep in my room until this is all sorted out.” He explained.

I stammered. “No. I can sleep-”

Sam cut me off. “I insist. Besides, it won't be the first time I've fallen asleep on the couch. I'm gonna go get you some clothes to change into. Tomorrow I'll head over with you to your place and we'll pick up some of your stuff.”

I smiled lightly. “Okay.”

Sam left to go into his room. I stared at Colby as he sat down on the couch, sighing deeply.

I stepped over to him, staying a few feet away.

He finally glanced up at me. "What?"

"You really hate me that much." I knew it was true.

My eyes never left his. He just looked at me with an almost sad glimmer.

"Jade?" Sam called.

"Coming." I answered, turning my head away from Colby.

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