#y’all better step off my good sis’s neck

[ennawrite]

It’s so funny to me when someone says Gwyn doesn’t give off main character energy as if we don’t know more about her than half of the Inner Circle, who have literally been in the series since book TWO.

If SJM wants to make her the main character, she’s already more set up than 80% of the other characters lmao

[cloveroctobers]

j.r enemies to lovers trope plsss? with a lot of banter and like tension and it's like something just snaps and j.r and reader eventually get together 😩 there's like zero j.r fics that man is fine

A/N: it was hard for me to even imagine having that smiley beautiful man be a enemy (besides the whole downfall with his last ex but) to anyone but I’m always down for a challenge! Also it’s still spooky season for me until nov. 25th around these parts so ofc that was added here. after watching the best episode of the season so far tonight, I’m more inspired to write this little thing! There’s never enough JR in these episodes!

Prompt: 25. “Wanna hear a scary story?” + 27. “Show me your haul.”

JR x Reader — Oct./fall prompts

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“Wanna hear a scary story?” JR grunted from his spot, lounging in front of one of the many sofa’s in Keisha’s house.

A roll of your eyes was instant, you couldn’t help it as the cocoa skinned boy tried to keep this event going.

You weren’t even sure who’s idea this was, Halloween was still at least two weeks away but if there was any time to party, everybody was linking up. It so happened to be at Keisha’s house, which was usually one of the three options, off campus since her dad ventured off to a weekend getaway that she never seemed to want to partake in and honestly…you were 50% ready to back out.

“Not uh,” Simone sassed you on FaceTime, “you’ve been flaking on us to do whatever it is the last two times. Your ass is coming, even if I have to drag you and you know I’ll do it.”

Scoffing you stepped back into frame after digging in your wardrobe for some loungewear, “yeah, I’m only flaking because I need to keep these grades up after getting C’s on those last two pop quizzes in PSYCH.”

“Yet…weren’t you and Nate out at the dollar store or was it homegoods…the other day?”

Twisting your lips you glanced off to the side making Simone laugh at your expression.

She got you there, you couldn’t say a damn thing about it, and your best friend knew it.

“Whatever,” you huffed wrapping your frame in your Sherpa before you plopped down at your desk, “who’s gonna be there?”

“Does it matter?”

A deadpanned look was your face as you halted reaching for a gel pen, “you know it does because I might be down to catch my first charge with you know who.”

Simone laughed, “girl! I still can’t believe you dislike JR…it just doesn’t make sense. I mean I get it but y’all just need to get up underneath each other and call it a day.”

Gagging you held onto your neck mockingly, “I rather be buried alive with nothing but Shawn mendes wailing in my ears on repeat.”

“Oh, not Shawn mendes.”

“It’s just y/n? I thought someone was being strangled.” You heard Lando comment, his head brushing against Simone’s as he peered at her screen.

Waving at the new addition to the friend group you breathed out a small laugh, “thanks for your concern! Simone, if that thing is there you can count me out.”

“I mean ask yourself this question, why wouldn’t JR be there? He’s our friend?”

Pressing your chin into the palm of your hand you placed a sweet smile on your lips, “Really? I thought he that shall not be named would be condemned by a priest already.”

Lando shared a snort with Simone, the two mirroring a look that you didn’t particularly like.

“It’ll be my duty to keep you two far away from each other, I promise.” Lando spoke after a moment while Simone continued staring at him in surprise.

Letting out a long breath you replied, “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but lando…if I have your word for tomorrow night, then you’ll definitely get points in my friendship book.”

Lando raised his fist, glancing back at Simone who was fighting back a smile, “See? I think your friend likes me better than you now.”

Simone cackled, “good luck trying to keep that promise once JR is lit off that brown.” She snatched her phone back to focus on herself, “glad you decided to come around sis! You could use a night of freedom with your besties…minus one.” She corrected noticing your lips prying apart to argue.

You hated when any of your friends were right and you had a different perspective. Drunk JR was one of the reasons why you didn’t like him and he knew that. He also didn’t like how judgmental it made you seem, since he strongly believed his actions shouldn’t be held against him when he’s under the influence.

So why were you locked in one of Keisha’s extra rooms with this dude you didn’t like? He was lounging on his back, bourbon bottle cradled to his chest as he asked you this question.

It was probably 11:30pm and the music was still thriving, if you stood still long enough you could feel the bass vibrating against your bare feet. However you couldn’t stand still because you did not want to stay in this room with JR any longer. No matter how many knocks on the door and jingling the knob, you were not getting out of this lounge room? Any time soon.

“I’m living a scary story right now being in the same space as you, JR.” You muttered, spinning to press your back against the door.

JR chuckled, “the only jumpscare I see here is you, girl.”

“Excuse me?”

JR held his free hand out, “I’m only saying that ‘cause of that stank ass attitude you spreading around this room. You should be thrilled that you’re here with me, this bottle, and the music at our feet. That’s a good time if you ask me.”

The audacity of this man.

“Like I said, I’m experiencing a scary story right now and it’s getting worse the longer I’m looking at you.” You sent a middle finger to JR who laughed once more, his head lolling before he slowly pushed himself up to rest on his elbow.

And of course, he took a swing, wincing before he tapped against his chest as it slowly went down, his signature necklaces shifting as he did so.

“My mother told me since I was a kid that I should be in a museum…I’m a true work of art and it didn’t take me long to realize it my damn self,” JR was confident, “and some people are late bloomers so I know you’ll come to terms with my good looks soon.”

The wink he sent you made you shake your head.

“You’re unbelievable,” you hissed, “you can have these other girls here fooled and thinking you’re this special, one of a kind dude but I know what you are.”

“And what exactly is that, hm?” JR pressed, “it seems like you got it all figured out; better than I do, so go ahead and say it.”

“You’re an asshole or a asswipe,” you grinned, “I’ll let you pick which one you like best.”

“And you’re a real piece of work, you know that?” His brows were slightly furrowed.

“So I’ve been told.”

JR moved his body so that it was sitting back against the couch. He stared down at the bottle before taking another swing then he placed it to the side.

“…what’s your real issue with me, y/n?” JR breathed as he looked up and over at you through his lengthy lashes, “I think it’s time we just hash it out since we don’t know how long we’re gonna be stuck here for.”

“Don’t you have your phone?” You whined, not wanting to do this as you began massaging the nagging feeling that was beginning to start in between your brows.

JR hiccuped, covering it with his fist before he answered, “yeah…Damon’s got it. Can’t tell you why though. Where’s yours?”

“Dead.” You wiggled it in the air followed by some silence along with a nod of JR’s head.

“So…we doing this or what?” JR asked, “We’re in the same friend group with other mutual friends and we see a lot of each other so I’m taking—mostly everybody’s advice and attempting to get this over with.”

You crossed your arms at your spot from in front of the door, slowly sliding down to rest there.

So JR was talking to other people about you?

For what exactly?

“I think we should take a nap instead, you more so than me,” you mentioned, “and by the time we wake up, we’ll go back to staying out of each other’s way.”

JR blinked, “despite what your preconceptions of me are…I’m not drunk and can hold a decent conversation with you. It’s you that’s giving scared energy.”

Slits were in your eyes as he said this to you.

“Scared?” You repeated as JR met your eyes, followed by raised brows in response, “you cant even handle me.”

JR declared, “if I can handle this bottle all by myself with no chaser…I can most definitely handle your stank behind.”

Breathing out a small laugh you broke eye contact for a moment, knowing JR was probably smirking to himself that he got you to lower your walls for a few.

It was exhausting constantly beefing with someone. Yet you had your reasons and found yourself moving from the door to sit beside JR and snatching the bottle yourself. JR was impressed as you took the bourbon with a much too big of a shot and began coughing once you remembered to breathe.

JR reached out to pat your back as you held onto your neck.

“I forgot I’m not a bourbon girl,” you wheezed making JR laugh at you, reaching with his free hand to put the bottle to the side and out of your reach.

“Took it like a champ.”

“Better believe it,” you deeply inhaled before you got comfortable along the edge of the cushions.

JR cleared his throat, folding his hands in front of him as he thought about his next words carefully.

“I know what my issue with you is,” JR started, “we first met at one of my weak moments and it felt like you were still trying to make me be that all that time. Even when I tried to make a fresh start with you, realizing you were friends with everybody else it still felt like you were putting me beneath you and I’m not beneath anybody. I’m your equal.”

You received that like another shot of bourbon.

So you said, “And when you tried to gain a fresh start with me I was going through my own little moment. I was dismissive—

“And I didn’t possibly think something was going on—we didnt know each other to know that side of each other yet. I also assumed you had this permanent attitude, like you didn’t want to be bothered.” JR filled in, “and we already got one ice queen in the group, didn’t think we had two.”

Lightly laughing you knew what that meant, although JR and Thea seemed to get along quite well with her dating his baby brother. He still jokingly called her so when Thea was in fact being mean.

You added, “…Well you were boasting about your sneaky links recently so that also made me dislike you even more.”

“Why?” JR questioned, “I like to have fun.”

“Sure,” you shrugged, “it’s just irritating not only seeing but hearing about you when I’m trying to get my work done in class.”

JR rubbed at his goatee smiling to himself, “I know I do my thang but who was talking about me in class? Was it a girl named raven?”

A shove to his shoulder made JR’s reflexes slightly delayed as his ego kicked in a bit. He leaned on his fingertips to glance at you, who was shaking your head.

“What? A brotha can’t ask? I like to be organized.”

A look of disgust appeared on your features, “You’re sick!”

“Don’t be jealous baby.”

“Baby?!” You felt your head pushing away from your neck, which made the smile lines on JR’s cheek appear before he busted out laughing.

He carefully reached for your chin trying to push your head back, “relax…we don’t need you walking around here like the hunchback of notre dame, do we?”

Scoffing you plucked JR’s hand from your face.

“Keep your hands to yourself, asswipe. I don’t know where those hands have been.”

That only made the brown-skinned man more annoying as he decided to toss an arm across your shoulders. “I take pride in my hygiene, you don’t got to worry. But I like where they’re now.”

Daring a look to meet his dark pretty eyes with a slight sparkle in them, you met his gaze and you felt like your body was on fire. You would be lying if you said you didn’t think JR was physically attractive. You’ve seen him around on campus before you realized you had similar friends and of course at frat parties but seeing him on the step team, commanding a crowd kinda did something for you…yet the two of you did not mesh due to assumptions on both ends.

“If you think—

You started.

Instantly JR replied, “I don’t.”

Leaving you to be the first to insinuate a kiss that was almost bruising. JR was following your lead, arm still tossed over your shoulder, his fingertips caressing your jawline before resting on your throat as your lips fought against each other’s.

Somehow his body was on top of yours, trying to get as close as you should have been long ago. With his hand on your thigh and your thigh on his waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth to get more of you. You almost forgot what breathing was like when JR carried his kisses over to your neck, taking in all of you and your scent. He raised up after placing open-mouth kisses against your melanin, taking in the sight of you panting.

He beamed at you, his white teeth shining as he did so. The hand that held onto your thigh slid down it and up your ribbed orange skirt making your breathing hitch.

“Need something else to taste?” You boldly asked, through half lidded eyes.

His pink tongue ran over his bottom lip as he massaged your upper skin, “I got you.”

The music drowned out the actions that took place between you and JR that night, thankfully.

“I’m glad we got to know each other better.” JR chuckled as you lay with your back to him.

Shushing the man over your shoulder, your hand reached out to the plastic bag underneath and through the couch. Sitting up now, you walked over JR, with his Jean jacket draped across your shoulders to peek beside the couch.

Laughing in disbelief, you picked up the bag and plopped down in front of JR who watched you in curiosity.

“What’s that?”

“This is what I was looking for when I came up here.” You wiggled the bag as JR got a glance of what’s in the bag, “Nate accidentally took one of my decoration bags and left it here…so she says.”

JR glanced off to the side with a smirk playing on his lips and he had a feeling you’d eventually catch on (if you haven’t) to their friend’s bright idea. “Show me your haul then.”

You actually bounced in your seat in excitement which JR found cute. His hand slid back to rest on your thigh while you leaned forward, gripping his goatee to place a kiss on his lips suddenly blabbing about the items.

With his cheek resting in the palm of his hand watching you adoringly, JR didn’t take you as a Halloween lover but he didn’t mind a good chase when it comes to you.

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Continue along with my fall anthology series here

[violetnotez]

HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous:  could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O 

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you 

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE 

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too, 

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in  the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You  pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it  so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as  strands  of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction 

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love and Medicine ~ 3

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 4,600ish

Summary: The beginning of your intern year continues.

Warnings: man parts (lol) and talk about rape

You really tried your best, but you couldn’t get the image of a naked Dr. Steve Rogers on the floor of your living room out of your head. You had decided one night that, to help get the image out of your head, you needed roommates. The house that you had inherited was big enough and the longer you lived there, the lonelier it became. So, you created a ‘roommates wanted’ sign and posted it in the locker room before your shift.

You had several interns come up to you explaining why they would be the perfect roommate for you within the first few hours of your shift. It was annoying and you turned every single one of them down, being very particular about who was going to live with you.

“Why do you put up posters for roommates if you don’t want roommates?” Val asked as you, her, and Scott walked down a corridor.

“I do want roommates,” you defended. 

“And why can’t we be those roommates?” Scott wondered

“We’re just together a hundred hours a week, you want to live together too?”

“No,” Natasha responded, walking up to the group. “Ooh, you’re bringing bribes now?” She motioned to the cup of coffee in your hand.

“I need a place to live,” Scott rambled. “My mom irons my scrubs. I have to get out of there.”

“It’s not a bride,” you told Natasha before turning to Scott. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“But I can’t put down last, first, and deposit,” Scott argued.

“It’s totally a bride,” Natasha scoffed.

“I can cook,” Val added. “And I can clean.”

“No,” you stated. “I just want two total strangers who I don't have to talk to, or be nice to, and it's not a bribe, it's a mocha latte.”

“Clint, you’re running the code team,” Gamora ordered as you all walked up to her. “Y/N, take the trauma patients, Natasha, deliver the weekend labs to patients, Val, you’re on sutures, and Scott, you’re on scut.”

“Dr. Gamora,” you called. “I was hoping to assist you in the OR today, maybe do a minor procedure? I think I'm ready. Mocha latte?” You held the cup out for her.

“If she gets to cut, I want to cut too,” Natasha added.

“Yeah, me too,” Val joined in.

“I wouldn’t mind another shot,” Scott shrugged.

“And if everybody else gets one, then I do too!” Clint said.

“Stop talking,” Gamora demanded. You all fell silent. “Every intern wants to perform their first surgery, that's not your job. Do you know what your job is? To make your resident happy. Do I look happy? No. Why? Because my interns are whining. You know what will make me look happy? Having the code team staffed, having the trauma patients taken care of, having the weekend labs delivered, and having someone down in the Pit, doing the sutures.” She swiped the mocha latte from your hand. “No one holds a scalpel until I'm so happy I'm Mary freakin' Poppins.”

“Mocha latte my ass,” Natasha grumbled.

“Why’re y’all still standing there? Move!”

Everyone moved, you heading to the elevator with a few files. You paused in your steps when you noticed who was waiting at the elevator. Dr. Steve Rogers. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, before making your way to stand and wait next to him. When he noticed you, he tried to hide the pleasant smile that wanted to take over his face.

“New York has ferry boats,” he stated.

“Yes,” you replied, a bit confused.

“I didn’t remember that. I grew up here then left, now I’ve been living here for six weeks, and I didn’t remember there were ferry boats.”

“Well, Manhattan is an island.”

“Hence the ferry boats.” The elevator arrived and the two of you stepped onto it. “Now I have to like it here. I wasn’t planning on liking it here. I just moved here from the country. I’m supposed to not like big cities like Manhattan. But I have a thing for ferry boats.”

The elevators doors closed, leaving them alone in the elevator. He was leaning against the wall behind you as you stood in the middle, holding the files to your body. You hoped that he couldn’t hear your heart pounding in your chest. 

“I’m not going out with you,” you blurted. You don’t know if you were trying to tell him that or if you were trying to convince yourself that you weren’t interested.

“Did I ask you to go out with me?” He questioned. He paused before asking the next, “Do you want to go out with me?”

“I'm not dating you. And I'm definitely not sleeping with you again. You're my boss.”

“I'm your boss's boss.”

“You're my teacher. And my teacher's teacher. And you're my teacher.”

“I'm your sister, I'm your daughter,” he joked.

“You're sexually harassing me.”

“I'm riding an elevator.” He stepped towards you, you could practically feel him breathing down your neck. You spun around to face him.

“Look, I'm drawing a line. The line is drawn. There's a big line.”

“So, this line. Is it imaginary, or do I need to get you a marker?”

You stared at him for a second, basking in all his attractiveness. It didn’t take you very long to go ‘screw it’ and drop the files you were holding and kiss him. Steve was a tad surprised but caught on quickly. When the elevator dinged, you quickly crouched down to pick up the files and rushed out of the elevator. Steve stood there, looking amused.

“We’ll talk later?” He called after you. You ignored him and he chuckled to himself. “Definitely, later.”

~~~

In between taking care of patients, you had interns begging you to let them be your roommate. You were slowly regretting the idea of roommates the longer the day went on. Thankfully, your pager rang and requested you down in the ER.

“You the surgeon?” A nurse asked as you entered the room.

“Yes,” you replied.

“We’ve got a rape victim. 21-year-old female found down at the park, status: post-trauma, she came in with a GCS of 6, BP 80 over 60, head trauma, unequal breath sounds, right pupil is dilated, and she's ready for x-ray. You ready to roll?” You were listening but also focused on the girl’s shoes. They were the same ones you had worn to work. “Hey!”

“Uh, sorry,” you stumbled. “Yeah. Call it in to clear CT, let them know I'm coming, load up the portable monitor, call respiratory for a ventilator, I'll get x-rays while I'm down there.”

You quickly learned that the girls name was Mallory and, just by you reading the scans alone, she would be needing surgery. Dr. Banner and Dr. Rogers were both called in while you were allowed to watch and hopefully assist.

“She’s going to spend a hell of a lot of time in recovery and rehab,” Dr. Rogers stated.

“If she survives,” Dr. Banner added.

“What is she, like, 5'2", a hundred pounds, she's still breathing after what this guy did to her? If they catch the guy, they should castrate him.”

“See how shredded her hands are? She tried to fight back.”

“Tried to?” Dr. Stark repeated, walking into the room. “Rape kit came back negative. She kicked his ass.”

“So, we have a warrior amount us, huh?” Rogers questioned. 

“Hell yeah we do! I just came in to tell you about the rape kit and to see if you needed me anytime soon. Can’t have the poor girl be reminded of the incident with so many scars.”

“Mallory,” you interrupted. “Her—her name is Mallory.”

“Mallory,” Rogers and Stark repeated. 

“I think I may have found the cause of our rupture,” Banner said, pulling out a piece of flesh. “What is this?” He held it up. “Does anyone know what this is?”

“Oh my gosh,” you gasped, with Dr. Stark snickering from the sidelines.

“What? Spit it out, L/N.”

“She bit it off.”

“Bit off what?”

“That’s his…” You swallowed. “His penis.” Shocked groans filled the OR. “She bit off his penis.”

“Told you she kicked his ass!” Stark exclaimed as Banner couldn’t toss the piece of flesh into the try fast enough. 

~~~

After the surgery, the penis was placed in a small cooler. You were tasked to bring it to Fury for the police. You knocked at the door of his office, where an older woman is in there.

“Hi, is the chief in?” You asked.

“He’s on his way,” she responded. “Is that it?”

“Can I see it?” You looked down at the box and then up again. “No, forget I asked.”

“Y/N, it’s good to see you,” Fury greeted as he entered, going to his desk.

“You too, sir,” you responded with a nod. “Listen, so they said to bring this to you,” you lifted up the cooler. “So…?”

“Yes, for the police,” Fury responded.

“Right.”

“When did the police say they'll come?” Fury asked his assistant.

“You know how slow they are,” she answered. “So, she’d better take it with her.”

“What?” You questioned.

“You have to take it with you.”

“Chain of custody rules,” Fury explained. “All medical matter in a rape must stay with the person who collected it, until it's placed in police custody.”

“You collected the specimen, so you have custody.”

“Custody of a penis…” You said.

“Yes,” Fury answered. “Until the cops come for it.”

“Okay. Well, what am I supposed to do with the penis?”

Fury simply shrugged before excusing you. You huffed, leaving the office with the cooler. You wandered the halls until you saw Clint working at a desk. You walked over, setting the cooler down and causing Clint to look up at you.

“What’s that?” He pointed to the cooler as he asked.

“Don’t ask, you don’t want to know,” you responded.

“I do want to know. Really.”

“You really want to know?” Clint nodded. “It’s a severed penis.”

“Okay… I didn’t really want to know.”

“Told you.”

“I didn’t know why I have to be the one who gets hugged,” Natasha complained to Peter as they walked up.

“Because, I don’t do that,” Peter replied. “Besides, you're the ovarian sister here.”

“Did you just call me an ovarian sis— an ovarian— since when has the possession of ovaries become an insult?”

“Y/N’s carrying a penis around in a jar,” Clint interrupted.

“Oh, from the rape surgery?” Natasha looked around.

“Yeah,” you answered. “And it’s not a jar, it’s a cooler.”

“Talk about taking a bite out of crime.” Natasha chuckled as she left.

You were suddenly lost in your head, unable to stop thinking about Mallory’s shoes. They were the same as yours. You had worn them to work today, which was weird. You never really wear them.

“You okay?” Clint asked.

“Yeah… it’s just… Mallory's shoes. The rape victim, Mallory, her shoes. I have the same ones. In my locker. And I normally never wear them, because they're not comfortable, but today I did, and she was wearing the same shoes, and it's just… stupid, and I'm tired, and forget it.”

“You know what you need?” Clint stared at you.

“No. It’s stick and twisted. We said last time was the last time.” Clint looked away. “You’ve been doing it without me?”

“Nancy Reagan lied. You can't just say no. Come on.”

“Do you know what would happen if anyone knew?”

“I'm doing it. You can come with me… or you can stay here, and be miserable.”

“Fine,” you tried to hold back a smile as you followed Clint. 

He led you to the nursery, where you two stood at the window and watched the babies. You laughed as Clint did some baby talk.

“You are such a woman,” you laughed.

Clint’s pager beeped before he could retorted. “It’s a code,” he sighed. “I gotta go.” 

He left, leaving you to sigh as you watched the babies.

“You are really cute,” you whispered as you looked at them.

As you watched them, you noticed at one of the babies was struggling. His face was slowly turning blue. You quickly entered the nursery, setting the cooler to the side before checking the babies chart. Then you sided your stethoscope to check on the babies heart.

“What are you doing in here?” A Peds Intern asked, walking into the room.

“There were no tests ordered,” you answered. “And the baby has a murmur.”

“I know.”

“He turned blue.”

“You're surgery, you're not authorized to be in here. Do you know how much trouble you can get into for this?”

“Are you going to do any tests?”

“It's a benign systolic ejection murmur. It goes away with age.”

“So you're not going to do any tests.”

“He's not your patient, he's not even on your service.”

“Are you sure it’s benign?”

“I'm a doctor too, you know. You should get out of here.”

Deciding you’d rather not get in trouble, you grabbed the cooler and left. You were stopped along your wandering by more interns who wanted to room with you. After having listened to three of them, you walked away, still unimpressed, and went to Mallory’s room. You were looking at her through the window when Dr. Rogers came up.

“Y/N,” he greeted. “I've called every hospital in the county. Sooner or later, the guy that did this is going to seek medical attention, and when he does, that penis you're carrying around is going to nail him.”

“Where is her family?” You asked.

“Doesn’t have any.”

“No siblings?”

“No. Both parents are dead. She just moved to New York three weeks ago. Welcome to the city.” When you didn’t give a response he turned to look at you. You were lost in your thoughts. “Y/N, you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I just… I just have to do something. I have to go.”

“Right. I’m going to sit with her.”

You nodded before rushing away to find Dr. Banner.

“Dr. Banner?” You called when you saw him.

“Mmm?” He hummed, turning to face you.

“There's a baby up in peds, I saw him have a tet spell, and I think I hear a murmur.”

“Mmm. Did peds call us for a consult?”

“Actually, no. They’re not doing anything about it—“

“So you want me to what?”

“If you could just go up and look at him—“

“Mm-hmm, not without a Peds consult.”

“Yeah, but—“

“I’m a busy man, L/N, and there are rules. Look, it’s not like I’m the Chief or something.”

Then he stocked off, leaving you frustrated. 

“Stupid rules.”

~~~

Eventually, you found a spot in the lobby to sit. Just waiting for the cops to show up.

“What’re you doing down here?” Natasha asked when she came across you.

“Just sitting here with my penis,” you responded. “What about you?”

“Hiding from Peter.” She sat beside you.

“I kissed Steve.”

“You kissed Steve.”

“In the elevator.”

“Oh, you kissed him in the elevator.”

“I was having a bad day. I am having a bad day.”

“Oh, so this is what you do on your bad days. Make out with Captain McDreamy.” You both stood up.

“Well, that, and you know, carrying around a penis just makes everything seem so shiny and happy.”

“Mmm. Clint said Mallory was wearing your shoes.”

“Yeah. It’s weird, right?”

“I think it’s weird that you care.”

“I think it’s weird.”

From outside, a car swerves. You and Natasha could hear it from inside, causing you to rush out. A man staggered out of the car, clothes soaked in blood, mainly around his crotch. He collapses. Other doctors and nurses followed you out and immediately began checking on him. You immediately knew that the guy was the owner of the penis you had been carrying around all day. The other doctors brought him into a trauma room. You followed, quickly calling security.

“So, what’ve we got?” Gamora asked as she entered.

“Take a look,” you responded.

“What?” She leaned closer. “Alright, let’s get him to OR 1. Y/N, you call the Chief and let him know we got the rapist.”

~~~

You and Natasha were in the OR with Gamora and Stark. They were working on the rapist.

“I saw Mallory,” you said, eyes on the operating table. “You can’t believe the beating that she took. And then to see this…”

“It's like that old saying, you should see the other guy,” Natasha said.

“Okay, kiddos, why are we not attempting to reattach the severed penis?” Dr. Stark asked.

“Teeth don’t slice, they tear. You can only reattach with a clean cut. If she wanted to slice him off with a knife…”

“Besides,” you continued for Natasha, “the digestive juices didn't leave much of the flesh to work with.”

“Right,” Gamora agreed, “so what do we do?”

“Sew him up minus a large part of the family jewels,” Natasha answered.

“And his outlook?”

“He'll be urinating out of a bag for a very, very long time,” Natasha added.

“Oh, too bad.”

“Shame.”

“I can’t imagine not having sex,” Stark commented. “I think that I would just end my life if I couldn’t do a round every day.” Everyone looked at him. “What? It shouldn’t be that surprising.”

“No wonder, Dr. Potts keeps turning you down,” Gamora said.

“I’ll get her one day. Just you wait. I’m going to marry that woman if it’s the last thing I do.”

~~~

You met with the police after the surgery where they told you that they couldn’t send their crime scene guy down for hours. Annoyed, you searched for your intern friends. You found them in the empty corridor, sitting on the beds.

“So, the police say that they can’t send down the crack crime scene guy for hours,” you told them as you entered, sitting down beside Natasha. “So I have to spend the night with a penis. Peter, don’t say it.”

“Ahh, it was too easy anyway,” Peter responded.

“Who here feels like they have no idea what they’re doing?” Scott asked. Everyone of you, but Peter, raised a hand.

“I mean, are we supposed to be learning something?” Clint wondered. “Because I don’t feel like I’m learning anything.”

“Except how not to sleep,” Val added.

“It’s like there’s this wall,” Natasha said, “and the attending and the residents are over there, being surgeons, and we’re over here, being—“

“Suturing, code running, lab delivering penis-minders,” you grumbled.

“I hate being an intern,” Peter stated.

Gamora walked into the hallway, looking expectant. All of you interns quickly got up and took your leave. All the others had things to do, so you found yourself in front of the babies again. As you looked at the baby you’re so worried about, you noticed the parents. Taking a deep breath, you decided to go up to them.

“Hi,” you greeted with a soft smile.

“Hi,” the mother greeted back.

“Is he yours?” You nodded to the baby.

“Yeah,” the mother smiled.

“He’s adorable… Have you noticed anything that would concern you?”

“No,” the father responded. “Have you?”

“Earlier today I noticed him turning blue.”

“Blue?” The mother repeated.

“Yes. I checked him and I heard a murmur.”

“We were told that the murmur was benign,” the father stated.

“I don’t think it is. I think—“

“You are so out of line,” the Peds Intern interrupted.

“She says the murmur might not be benign,” the father said.

“I think we should do an echo, to check,” you suggested.

“This is your career,” the intern said, going to get her resident.

“There’s really no reason to get alarmed,” you told the parents.

“What’s the problem?” The resident asked, coming back with the intern.

“If our baby is sick, we want him treated,” the mother ordered. “Now.”

“Who said your baby was sick?”

“Her,” the Peds Intern answered, pointing to you. “The surgical intern who has no business on our service.”

“Who authorized you being here?”

“I was just,” you began, “actually—“

“I did,” Dr. Banner came up from behind you. “Could you excuse us for a second?” Dr. Banner took the resident to the side, but not far enough for you to not hear. “Are you messing with my intern, Dr. Keener?”

“No, sir,” the resident responded.

Dr. Banner turned back to you and the other intern. “Give me the chart.”

“There’s nothing wrong with him,” the intern said, giving up the chart, “I checked.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You can guarantee that he is fine, you are 100% sure.”

The intern looked hesitant.

“How sure are you?” The resident questioned.

“I don’t know,” the intern responded. “75%.”

“Not good enough,” Banner said. “He’s my patient now. That okay with you, Dr. K?”

“Absolutely,” the resident responded.

“He can take our patient?” The intern asked.

“He’s an attending.”

“Which means I can do whatever I want,” Banner replied before heading to the parents. “Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I’m Dr. Banner, head of cardio. We’re going to run some tests and give you an answer within the hour. Excuse me.” He turned to you. “L/N.” He motioned for you to follow, which you quickly did. “I want an EKG, a chest x-ray, and an ECHO. I don’t have all day.”

“You’re a busy man.”

“I’m a busy man.”

You quickly ordered the tests then wandered the hospital more, since you weren’t allowed to do anything while you were watching the penis. After a little while, you found Dr. Banner again.

“Well?” You asked as you walked up to him.

“It’s a birth defect,” Dr. Banner replied. “Tetrology affirmed lower pulmonary artresia. You were right. I'm booking the OR for tomorrow.”

“Thank you for backing me up on this.”

“Whoa, whoa, wait, whoa. You were right. But if you ever pull a stunt like that again...going to the parents behind a doctor's back? Trying to steal a patient from another service? I will make your residency year hell on earth.”

He walked off and you smiled slightly to yourself. You made your way back to the babies, where you watched, from the other side of the window, Banner talk to the parents.

“His heart surgery is scheduled for the morning,” the Peds Intern told you. “I really did think I was right, you know.”

“I know. We almost never are. We're interns,” you responded. “We're not supposed to be right. And when we are, it's completely shocking.”

“Are you— I mean, being an intern, do you feel…”

“Terrified. 100% of the time.”

“Good, it’s not just me.”

“No.”

You decided, after finishing up with the babies, to go check on Mallory. When you arrived, you realized that Steve was still in there.

“How is she?” You asked, standing in the doorway.

“No change,” Steve answered with a sigh.

“Have you been here all night?”

“Mm-hmm. Yup… If I was in a comma, I’d want someone to be here. I know I would have people there. Having no one? Can’t imagine that.”

“I can.”

“Don’t you have any family?”

“I do. Just… I don’t think they’d come.”

Steve watched you carefully before speaking again. “So… we’re kissing but we’re not dating?”

“I knew that was going to come up.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I like the kissing. I’m all for the kissing. More kissing, I say.”

“I have no idea what that was about.”

“Is it going to happen again? Because if it is, I need to bring breath mints. Put a condom in my wallet.”

“Shut up now.” Steve laughed. “There was this baby up in the nursery. He's brand new. No one's neglected him or damaged him yet. How do we get from there to here? She's wearing my shoes and someone's beat the crap out of her, and she's got nobody.”

Suddenly, Mallory’s machine’s began beeping. You quickly hit an alarm on the wall.

“Her ICP’s double, get an OR!” Steve yelled. “Put her in for a craniotomy!”

~~~

You waited outside the OR, still watching over the stupid penis, while Steve operated on Mallory. You were nervous for her and felt bad that no one was there for her. Once the surgery was over, Steve exited the OR, walking past you. When he noticed you were there, he turned back.

“Hey,” he greeted. “I, uh, I had to leave her skull flap off, till the pressure in her brain goes down.”

“She’s not going to make it, is she?” You asked.

“She’s going to be fine.”

“If she ever wakes up.”

Steve nodded. “If she ever wakes up.” You nodded, biting your lip as you looked away. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Your pager went off. You looked down to see it was the Chief. “I’ve gotta go. That’s the Chief. Maybe I can finally get rid of this thing.” You lifted the cooler slightly.

“Yeah,” Steve chuckled. “Good luck.”

~~~

“So here is where you put the signature, down here, the initials,” Fury’s assistant pointed out on a paper.

“Mmm,” you hummed with a nod, taking the paper and pen from her. “Okay.”

“It just says that the penis was never out of your sight.”

“Of course.” You sighed and handed over the paper. “There you go. One penis.” You glanced at the clock and realized that it was time for the baby’s surgery. “Am I all done here? I kinda want to go watch a surgery.”

“Sure.”

You tried to rush, but not rush, to the OR Dr. Banner was working in. When you arrived, you found a spot in the back.

“We'll be using a medium approach for a trans-ventricular repair with a right ventriculostomy,” Banner explained. “Let’s open him up. L/N!” He looked around for you.

“Yes, sir?” You replied.

“Go scrub in. When we've finished cracking the baby's chest, I'll let you hold the clamp.”

“Seriously?” You tried to contain your excitement.

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

You rushed to scrubbed in. And, let’s just say, holding onto that clamp was a rush and just what you needed to help brighten your shift. After that, you went to watch the babies, Val, Clint, and Scott all joining you.

You let out a sigh. “Okay, fine,” you relented. “You guys can move into the house.”

“Yes! Yes!” The guys shouted.

“I can’t believe you caved!” Val laughed.

“I can’t believe it either,” you mumbled, trying to hide the smile.

~~~

You changed out of your scrubs and stared at the shoes in your locker. You couldn’t stop thinking about how weird it was that you had decided to wear those shoes today. With determination, you shut the locker on your shoes and went to the elevator. Steve was there waiting.

“So… it’s intense…” he started. “This thing I have for, ah, ferry boats… I mean.”

You smiled at him. “I’m so taking the stairs this time.” You walked off.

“No self-control,” he called after you. “It’s sad. Really.” He chuckled to himself as you continued to walk away. “Wow… this is so—“

“Weird. It’s weird,” Dr. Stark came up, ready to go too. “Like I said before, that look is bad news. And you—“

“Didn’t I already tell you to shut it Tony?”

“Fine.” Tony held his hands up. “But, seriously, don’t come crying to me when it all blows up in your face.”

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Rancho

Characters: Derek Hale and Hispanic Female! Reader

Word Count: 945

Warnings: None Pure fluff

A/N: Hey guys. Happy New Year. Hope you’re all being safe out there. Hopefully this year will be a bit better. So here’s a fluffy one for y’all. I was thinking about my first impression of Derek Hale the other day and thought that Derek was Hispanic the first I saw him. I mean that’s just me. So I thought why not write something with the reader being Hispanic. Being Hispanic myself felt like there weren’t many close to any at all out there. So this one is for all my Hispanics out there. I hope you enjoy! As always feel free to leave a comment to let me know what you think.

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The flames from the fire pit swiveled around in front of [Y/N]. She sat curled up in a deck chair, with a hoodie big enough to hide her legs inside. The wind blew strongly, but the flames kept her warm.

It was a normal gathering her family had on one of their relatives' farmland, with no real special occasion for it. Just some bonding time. Though this time, she had brought a guest with her.

Derek.

Her boyfriend of six months now. Of course her immediate family had already met him and spent time with him. But this was different. Letting her extended family meet him was a big step. [Y/N] was nervous but mostly excited. This was the first time they have gotten to meet a boyfriend of hers. Others in the past, not really lasting long enough for a step like this to happen. But Derek was special. He was everything she had ever hoped for in a future partner. Was sweet, gentle, always showing how much he truly loved her and supportive in the crazy things she would set her mind to. Had been protective of her, even though he knew she could handle herself. Derek wasn't afraid to handle [Y/N] when they would butt heads and her Spanish and accent would show. Was actually one of his favorite things about her, he found it cute even if she didn’t. Derek was just someone that was able to understand her and be patient with her, like nobody else had.

[Y/N] would be the same with him. She may get ahead of herself at times. But she knew when to draw a line to listen and be there for him when he needed her to be. Showering him with kisses and bringing out that beautiful smile she loved so much on him when some days just weren’t so good. She was always there to support Derek in whatever he also set his mind too. They truly were just made for each other and [Y/N], was so fucking in love with him.

Which was why she felt it was time that her two worlds finally meet.

She looked over the flames and noticed there was a small group surrounding Derek, talking to some of her Tios and older cousins. They looked to be having a good time. Beers in their hands, claps on the backs going around and laughing at something someone had said. Genuine laughter escaping them. She would see some of the younger kids, be it family friends or cousins, go up to him and hand him little trinkets they would find from running around the ranch. He would bend down to their height and thank them with a smile, causing the little girls to run away giggling. Her Tias and other relatives going to say goodbye to him.

"Buen muchacho. Glad we got to meet him." They would say to [Y/N] as they left.

At some point, Derek had glanced over seeing her sat by the fire alone and excused himself from the group to join her. He took a seat in an empty chair beside her and patted her knee that was hidden under the hoodie.

"You ok? Seem a bit lonely." He asked.

[Y/N] leaned her head back, letting it rest on the chair and gave him a soft smile.

"Yeah, just I don't know. Happy?” she laughed. “You seem to be having fun. Hope the men aren't being too rough on you."

He ducked his head laughing. He leaned forward placing his arms on his knees while the bottle of beer was held in both hands between them.

"Nah, they're alright. They have a strong grip on them though. But they're good people."

"So, the language barrier isn't a problem?"

He gave her a teasing look, "Now that’s another thing. Your aunts would put me on the spot, start speaking Spanish to me off the bat,” she covered her giggling with her hand at that, recalling when she introduced him to them. “I may have said I knew Spanish, but I think I may have overestimated myself. It's been awhile. At least your cousins were helping me out while being over there," he gestured to the group.

“Yeah, they tend to do that. Mom did mention she thought you were Hispanic when she first met you.” [Y/N] patted his hand, "Don't worry, you're doing great. Might even pick up our way of speaking if you stick around long enough."

Derek's smile softened. He grabbed [Y/N]'s hand and brought it up to his lips, rubbing small circles with his thumb on the back of it once he pulled it away.

"I am never letting go of you."

[Y/N] smiled and got up from her seat. She placed his beer bottle down on the ground and made herself comfortable on his lap. Keeping him in place with her legs over his thighs, his hands automatically going to her waist.

"Good. Because I'm not either and I don't want you to."

Derek moved his face closer to hers just enough for their noses to touch and brush his lips against hers as he spoke.

"I love you."

Her grin widened as she trailed her fingers through his dark hair, holding them on the back of his neck.

"I love you too. Mucho."

The gap closed, their lips sealing the two together.

"Oh wow. Si se quieren." One of her relatives teased, followed by a few whistles.

Derek pulled away laughing softly. "I understood that too."

"Que bueno mi amor," she gleed throwing her hands in the air. Derek shook his head smiling, making her squeal as he tickled her sides.

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - How A Star Is Born ch.X

Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

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Mabel, though a bit salty that her uncle would send her away from battle, quickly saw the chaos raining down on Earth and formed her own plan: find dipper and work together to save the world. Simple enough. So she used Gompers the giant goat to gallop across the valley and through the woods to Thebes, where a big goblin was smashing buildings and weirdness was torturing the Greek city, creating an apocalyptic atmosphere.

Mabel remembered where her brother’s house was and heard an old man yell as Gompers approached. She stopped the giant goat and gasped at who was at the entrance. In armor and a red cape, someone who looked a lot like her Grunkle Ford was staring at her with brown eyes that matched her own.

Stan smiled nervously and stepped forward. “Hi… Mabel, ri-...”

“GRUNKLE STAN!” Mabel cheered with tears streaming down her face and she jumped down into his arms, knocking him to the ground, but Stan just laughed and hugged his newfound niece. “I can’t believe it! I get to meet you! Hi! I’m Mabel! Hi!”

“Well, hey there, pumpkin.” Stan greeted as he hugged her and petted her long brown hair. “Grunkle, huh? I love it! Alright, lemme look at you.” He gently held her by the shoulders and grinned at the blushing muse. She glowed golden, her skin a slightly bright hue than his thanks to being immortal. “Holy Hera, you’re beautiful. You look like Ma, bless her soul. Wow… just, wow.”

Mabel brought him into another hug and whispered, “Thanks. I… I never thought I’d get to see you.”

“Mabel?” Dipper said weakly as he leaned against the doorway.

Mabel and Stan gave him their full attention, still completely ignoring the devastation taking place around them, and Mabel cried freely as she looked at her twin. “DIPPER!” She got off her knees and ran to him. He graced himself for impact, but was happily brought into a tight hug that lifted him off his feet. Clearly she had some god-like strength, too.

“Mabel… it’s great to see you…”

“I missed you, I missed you, I MISSED YOU!” Mabel yelled happily and sat him on his feet. She looked back at her great-uncle, who was on his feet and joining the niblings, and she reached out a hand for him and held Dipper’s hand. “Look at this! We’re a family again! So… how do you like each other?” She asked excitedly.

Dipper shrugged. “Fine.”

Stan chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re not still… mad about me not telling you, are you?”

“Wait… oh.” Mabel said and let her boys go and took a step back to let them talk.

“I’m just…” Dipper gritted his teeth and rubbed his forehead, his head grazing over his birthmark that looked like a kitchen dipper. “I don’t understand. Why? Why didn’t you ever tell me? Were you… Are you really that ashamed to be family?”

“No.” Stan quickly said. “No, Dipper, I… I’m proud to be your family. I am so proud of you, hero or no hero. I… I just didn’t know how to tell you. I almost did when we first met, when this scrawny but strong and smart twelve-year-old came to my doorstep, desperate to become a hero only so he could have a family again, but… I decided you were better off not knowing. You were already dealing with so much, knowing you had an uncle who was a total failure didn’t need to be one of them. 

“I’m sorry.” The old trainer of heroes said woefully. “I wish I had told you. I wish I had been more honest with you. But… kid, it doesn’t matter if I’m your uncle or not. Nothing’s changed. Not really. I’m still so proud of you and I’m still gonna do everything I can to make sure you two aren’t ever separated ever again.” Stan swore, pointing at Dipper and Mabel. “Even if it happens tomorrow or thirty years from now, I swear it’ll happen. But no matter what, you’ll always have a family, Dipper. We’ll always be a family, god or no gods, blood or no blood.”

Dipper let this soak in, then sighed and swayed a little. Really, if it wasn’t for everything going on, the big reveal probably wouldn’t have been as devastating, it was just a lot at once. “Yeah… Yeah, we will…”

Mabel’s smile dropped at seeing how pale and sickly he looked, and she rubbed his shoulders and was much more gentle with him. “Whoa, hey, what’s wrong?”

“He traded his strength away to that Bill guy.” Stan informed.

Mabel turned to look at the big goblin tearing up the city. “I’m guessing that’s why.” The young muse cracked her knuckles and grinned excitedly. “And here I thought I was gonna miss a fight! Stan, you look after Dipper, I’ll handle Ugly.” And she ran down the street for the monster.

“Mabel, no!” Dipper called after her, stepping towards her, but he tripped over his feet and Stan had to catch him.

“Easy, kid, easy. Your sis can handle this.” Stan reassured. “Check it.”

Mabel ran past people who were trying to get out of Eight Ball’s way. She slid to a stop at the town’s circle and whistled loudly. Eight Ball looked down and laughed. “A little girl?! Aw, what, are you gonna dance for me?”

Mabel growled and sneered a sly smile. “If it’ll make you happy… let’s dance!” And she pulled out her duel sword from either hip and plunged them into a green foot that was almost as big as her.

Eight Ball yelled and kicked up, sending Mabel up in the air. The goblin quickly swatted her and she was thrown against a stone wall and slid down painfully, but she staggeringly got up and resumed the fight.

“Ouch! That’s it, pumpkin, shake it off!” Stan coached.

Dipper pulled himself away from Stan and moaned, “I gotta help her…”

“Kid, you’ll die without your strength.” Stan said firmly and made Dipper sit down on a step of their home. “Just breathe and rest, okay? You’ll get your strength back in twenty-three hours.”

Dipper held his head. While so weak and in pain, it was hard for him to think. His mind was so stuffed and so full but so low on energy that he was driving himself insane, but those words created a clear path of thinking, and he shot up as an idea came to mind. “Or if you’re hurt.”

Stan raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah.”

“The deal’ll break if you’re hurt.” Dipper explained and looked around. He saw Pacifica guiding children into a house where they would be safe, and he whistled. “Paz! C’mere!”

The blonde woman looked ashamed, but did as she was told. She slowly approached the scowling old man and the weak young man as she nervously played with her hair. “Listen, I…”

“No, you listen. You owe us a favor.” Dipper panted, weak from the effort of whistling.

“Uh, okay.” Pacifica agreed.

“Punch him.” Dipper said, jabbing a thumb at Stan.

“Me?”

“Him?”

“Him.”

Pacifica shrugged. “Okay.” And she gave him a sharp left hook.

“GAH!” Stan held his cheek and rubbed. “Woman! That hurt!”

“Good!” Dipper laughed, his color instantly returning and his stance getting stronger, grinning with pride over his own cleverness. “You got hurt! The deal’s off!”

“YES!” Stan cheered and punched his shoulder, having no effect on the young hero with god-like strength. “That’s my little conman! NOW GO BEAT UP THAT GUY WITH YOU SISTER!”

Dipper nodded and ran off into battle. 

Mabel was doing a very good job of fighting off the monster, but the fight was at a stand-still. At one point the muse was in the clutches of Eight Ball, both hands trapping her as she squirmed and pulled. “I’m gonna bite your head off!” He roared.

“LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!” Dipper demanded, grabbing a lit torch, jumping off a tall building, and smacking Eight Ball in one of his weird eyes with the fire.

“GAH!” The monster dropped Mabel, who recovered by doing a flip and landed perfectly with a bend of her knee. Dipper jumped down beside her and they both smiled proudly at each other, only allowed a moment before eight Ball had recovered and roared, but one sly glance at each other and the fallen god and the young muse were ready to do battle.

They pounced on the goblin, Dipper throwing punches and Mabel using her duel swords, and they fell behind a large mountain with the beast. Stan and Pacifica gasp, the battle out of sight, and three voices yelled when large rocks from the side of the mountain fell. The audience ran closer, but stopped as they heard rustling. Preparing for the worst but praying for the best, Dipper and Mabel slowly emerged, a bit dirty but healthy nonetheless.

Stan hollered with joy as his chest swelled with pride while Pacifica clapped politely. “THAT’S MY KIDS! Alright, alright! I’m so proud of you guys!”

Dipper and Mabel grinned, but the brother looked up at the dark clouds seriously. “Bill’s still out there…”

“OH NO!” Mabel smacked her forehead. “I almost forgot! More monsters were attacking Olympus! Grunkle Ford needs our help!”

“You two go help Sixer.” Stan said and jabbed a thumb at the broken city. “I better help these guys out, tell the press what’s going on, the usual stuff.”

“You sure?” Mabel asked. “We could use your help.”

“Nah, you don’t need me.” Stan chuckled. “You both just took on a monster with your bare hands like it was nothing! Now go save the world!”

Mabel and Dipper grinned, excited to kick that demon back where he belongs, and the muse whistled for Gompers. As soon as he arrived they got up on him and galloped for the home of the gods, ready for Round 2.

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“What’s our status?!” Ford asked his best friend.

“Everyone’s bein’ turned t’stone!” Fiddleford yelled as an eyebat shined a beam down at him. “Even me!”

“NO!” Ford threw his last bolt at the eyebat, but it swerved out of the way and scooped up Fiddleford’s frozen body.

Ford looked left and right, waiting for an idea to come to him, but he was too clouded with anxiety and worry that he failed to notice the huge, now three-dimensional demon behind him. “Fordsie, I’m home.” A shrill voice sang.

“Bill?” Ford breathed, his eyes narrowing in anger and he shook with rage. He should have listened to Mabel and knew he was behind this. He growled like an angry bulldog and tried to throw a punch, but with a lift of a finger Bill had total control over Ford’s body and made him float lifelessly in front of him.

“Well well, looks like you truly are as dumb as you look. Tell me, did you really think such a powerful being would ever be friends with a six-fingered monster?” Bill laughed evilly and moved two arms close, creating lava and ice to work together to encase Ford in a stony prison. “This dimension is mine, Sixer, and it’s all thanks to you.” He said as Ford climbed and crawled to try to escape, but was steadily being encased, like quicksand. “Now all I need to do is make sure those brats stay out of my way.”

“NO! NO!” Ford screamed. “NOT MY KIDS, YOU CA-…” And he was completely covered.

“I’m the one giving orders now, Freak.” Bill sneered and sat in his new throne the eyebats had made for him, made entirely out of gods and goddesses. “And I think I’m gonna like it here.”

“Don’t get too comfortable, Bill!” A voice yelled and Bill turned red and left his throne to see behind him.

Bursting on top of the mountain, Gompers carried Dipper and Mabel, who hopped down and scowled up at the mean triangle.

“WHAAAAAAAAAT?!?! No, no no NO!” Bill roared. “Eight Ball had ONE job to do! UGH! Henchmaniacs, TAKE THEM OUT!”

The twins nodded at each other, agreeing to the plan, and Mabel gave Dipper some cover by hopping over the monsters and attacking the eyebats, stabbing them like they were meatballs. Dipper quickly hurried to the throne made of stoned gods, and used his god-like intelligence to know which god to pull loose.

After a quick analysis, Dipper gently pulled out a dark-skinned goddess with a red dress, the goddess of summer and romance, one by one all of the victims were unfrozen and the throne fell apart. Freed and ready for battle, gods pulled out their weapons and helped Mabel attack the monsters now that all of the eyebats were dead.

“YA HOO!” Fiddleford hollered and smacked little Teeth with a banjo. “Thanks, Mason!”

Dipper grinned and quickly climbed over the large pile of rock. At the top, he tore the prison apart and freed Grunkle Ford. The men had a moment much like Stan and Mabel had, simply looking at each other, until Ford blinked his eyes dry and put a six-fingered hand on each of dipper’s shoulders. “Thank you, my boy.”

Dipper felt like throwing up, but in a good way. He and Ford looked down at the glorious battle of gods defeating the monsters, and they quickly joined in.

One by one as monsters were defeated, Dipper used his super strength to pull them behind them, gathering unconscious, sagging bodies until he and Mabel were at the entrance of Olympus with their gain. Mabel swiped the Golden Rope of Truth from the goddess of summer and romance and the twins worked together to tie up the minions in a heap, and Mabel held them still while Dipper kicked so powerfully they flew all the way to the ocean and down through the little hole in space-time, which sealed instantly.

Mabel pounced on her brother, who scooped her up and hugged her tightly as everyone cheered over their victory. Ford was by their side, ruffling their hair and smiling with brown eyes full of love. “I’m so proud of you both.”

Dipper could feel all his dreams coming true, but a shrill voice rang through the dark clouds as a golden triangle fled. “Thanks a ton, freaks! But at least I got one swell consolation prize! A friend of yours, who’s dying to see me!”

The three gasp over fear of losing their missing family member forever. “STAN!”

[blackmissfrizzle]

Playing Games- Part Deuce

Read Part 1

Characters: Florian Munteanu x black!reader

Summary: Things pop off in the club

Warning: Some smut 18+

A/N: This part was so fun to write! I really hope y’all enjoy this!

Songs inspired by this part:

https://open.spotify.com/track/5hgnY0mVcVetszbb85qeDg

https://open.spotify.com/track/1TMWcbxL5YF8rKsFHv5hAP

https://open.spotify.com/track/3A2yGHWIzmGEIolwonU69h

Florian didn’t know who he was playing with. He must have forgotten how petty you could be.

While he was in the shower, you decided to change into your freakum dress. He wouldn’t be able to resist you in that, but he was going to have to.

Careful not to mess up your hair or make-up, you pulled the white, skin-tight dress over your head. Looking at the full-length mirror in the locker room, you adjusted your girls, making sure they were in full display. The dress dipped to the middle of your chest, ensuring a good amount of cleavage was showing.

Facing your back to the mirror, you checked to see if your ass wasn’t making an appearance. The dress was dangerously short and even though you wanted to tempt Flo, you didn’t want to make him feral out in public.

“Ingerul meu,” (my angel) Florian muttered when he saw you checking yourself out.

“You like?” You giggled and twirled around to give him a 360 view.

“I love it,” Florian kissed you and led you out to the car. “Just don’t get too attached to it,” he claimed, admiring your figure as he let you in the car.

Sticking a finger in his face, you warned him. “Nuh uh, nope, not gonna happen. You cannot keep ruining my clothes just because you’re impatient.”

Florian just smiled at you and took the finger you had in his face and put it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Any other objections you had died on lips, because whatever Flo was doing to your finger went straight to your pussy.

Letting go of your finger, he leaned over you as if he was going to kiss you, but instead he pressed the button to raise the partition.

“Tease.” You mumbled, inhaling his teakwood cologne.

He took your hand and raised it to his lips. “Compared to you that’s nothing.”

Crossing your arms under your boobs to push them out even more, you replied. “I’m not that bad.”

His eyes dipped to your chest with lust, then thy locked onto your neck. Leaning down, Florian sealed his lips on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Babe, that’s gonna bruise!” You complained, hitting him on the shoulder.

Florian tilted your neck, inspecting his handiwork with pride. “I think it goes well with the dress. It adds to its appeal.”

“Bullshit. You just want everyone to know that I belong to you,” you called him out.

Chuckling to himself, he confirmed your suspicion. The asshole was fucking up your whole aesthetic. Before you could chew him out some more, his agent called, making Flo shift his attention away from you.

That wasn’t going to work for you. It had been too long that you weren’t the center of Florian’s attention. Playing it off, you searched your sex playlist for the perfect song to set the mood. Finding Partition, you hit played and fast-forwarded the Yonce portion.

Undoing his belt buckle, Florian raised an eyebrow at you, and you raised one back before you went back on your mission. To make it a little easier for you, Florian shifted forward allowing you to reach for his erection.

Driver, roll up the partition, please Driver, roll up the partition, please I don't need you seeing Yoncé on her knees

Leaning down, you took Florian’s hardened length in your mouth and worked your magic. It seemed like forever since, you had him in your mouth, and it was glorious. You were able to inhale his natural musk, which you never could get enough of.

Relaxing your throat, you allowed his long pipe all the way down. His breath hitched, and he held back a moan, trying to focus on the conversation with his agent.

His hand went to your head to control the pace, but you slapped his hand away, because once Flo was in charge, he’ll have your hair and makeup messed up.

Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up We ain't even gonna make it to this club Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudge

Forgetting he was on the phone, Florian growled at your boldness. “What? Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired that’s all,” he recovered.

You laughed at him almost getting caught and he was pissed. He was supposed to be in control tonight, not you. To gain back that control, he gripped the side of your cheeks hard and mouthed ‘Suck.”

Florian should be careful what he wishes for. Taking him back in your mouth, you began making the nastiest of sounds. Slurping and gagging on his dick, your mouth made Florian put his phone on mute and on speaker, so he could somewhat pay attention to what his agent said. “You dirty little girl, making those nasty sounds while I’m on the phone. Wait til we get home, I’m tearing that ass up.”

You had no response, but you hummed around his dick, focusing on making him come. Florian’s tongue poked out as he clenched his fists trying his best not to grab your hair. “Slow down, pritensa. I don’t wanna come yet.”

Oh, he so horny, yeah, he want to fuck He popped all my buttons, and he ripped my blouse He Monica Lewinsky-ed all on my gown

Disregarding his warning, you kept sucking off Florian until he roared and spurted all in your mouth.

“Helloooo??? Florian, are you there?” Florian’s agent’s voice permeated the car causing Flo to remember he was on the phone.

Tucking his dick back in his pants, you patted his crotch. “You should get that. It sounds very important.” You told Flo as if you just didn’t suck his soul out.

Florian cut his eyes at you and you knew what happened in the locker room would be nothing compared to what will happen when you get home. You had to keep your cool and let Florian know he had no effect on you, so you just smirked at him.

Upset that he couldn’t do anything yet, Flo returned his focus back to his conversation. The phone call lasted all the way to the club and Flo didn’t feel like celebrating. All he wanted to do was hem your ass up and brand your pussy with his name.

Before you two got out the car, Florian tightly cupped your sex. “I suggest you start behaving because that little stunt you pulled is gonna cost you.”

Rightfully you were scared but you were also turned on. You loved living on the edge, so you decided to tease Flo some more. Leaning closer into him, your hand mimicked his and you gripped his crotch and whispered into his ear. “How much is it gonna cost me Big Nasty?”

Fuck this club appearance. Florian was about to show you Big Nasty, but the driver knocked on the window, indicating he was about to open the door. Flo pointed a finger at you, “Oh, baby you just got lucky, but keep fucking with me tonight and you’ll find out the real reason I’m called Big Nasty.”

Opening your door for a quick getaway, you replied, “The real question is if you can handle me, Big Nasty.” Before he could snatch your ass, you were out the door, running to the curb to wait for him.

He was already out when you got there. Something was wrong with you in the head, because instead of being fearful of Flo’s pissed off face, you were turned on and planned on to tease him some more. Standing on your toes, you kissed his cheek and asked, “You ready, baby?”

“Yeah, but you better behave, Y/N.” Florian warned.

Taking his hand in yours, you led him into the club. “I make no promises.”

Once you two entered the club, everyone erupted into cheers. Cameras were flashing to capture a photo of Florian. Letting him have his moment and get his recognition, you stepped off to the side. This was everything Florian deserved, especially since people doubted that he could really box after Creed II.

Sensing that you weren’t near him, Florian reached out for you. He pulled you into him and kissed your cheek. “You think I’m not gonna show you off? Baby, even if that damn teasing was torturous it got the job done. I love you, angel.” He whispered into your ear, not caring people were only getting pictures of his profile.

Turning into him, you said, “I love you, too,” kissing him on the lips, allowing people to capture the intimate moment.

Breaking the kiss, you both posed for a few more pictures before Flo led y’all up to the VIP section. You let go of Flo’s hand, so he could properly greet his friends and so that you could get your drinks ready.

Careful not to drop your drinks, you maneuvered around yours and Flo’s friends to get to the couch he was sitting at smoking hookah. “Here you go,” you handed him his drink.

Florian thanked you, and you turned to head towards your friends, but Flo grabbed your now free hand to stop you. “Stai, îngerul meu,” (sit, my angel,) he ordered, patting his lap.

Instead of sitting on him, you continued standing. “Babe, I’m gonna go talk to the girls. You talk to the fellas. It’ll probably be awhile before we see them again,” you hinted towards him and yours sexual lockdown he undoubtedly had planned.

A wicked smile appeared on Florian’s face and he raised his glass to you. “Good idea, go have fun.”

Prancing over to your friends, you hugged each one of them like you just hadn’t seen them at the match.

“Miss Thing, I thought Florian wouldn’t be letting you out in public no time soon by the way he was clearing the hallway earlier.” Arielle commented.

“Nah, we gotta be here for two hours because of his damn agent.” You rolled your eyes at the requirement. If it wasn’t for this damn appearance you could be home, probably crying from how good the dick is.

“So, Flo give yo ass some act right before y’all came?” Tina, another friend asked.

“Hell yeah he did! Our good sis, was talking to her kitty kat right before he got in the room.” Arielle interjected.

You gently shoved her, “Oh shut up, heifer! I was just giving her a pep talk and I act right for no one.” The girls all traded looks saying, ‘This bitch lying.’

Stephanie was the one to give you a dose of reality. “Y/N/N, honey, the way you’ve been acting these past couple of months means if Florian hasn’t given you any act right before, he surely is gonna give it to you now.”

The girls were right. Florian has given you some act right before and you straighten the fuck up, but its been so long since you really had some that you almost forgotten what it was like. And guess what you were about to cut the fuck up again.

Just in time Doja Cat’s Rules began playing and you and your girls started dancing. Making eye contact with Florian, you mouthed the lyrics to him.

Said play with my pussy, but don't play with my emotions (Emotions)

If you spend some money then maybe I just might fuck ya (Fuck ya)

When I shake that ass, I'ma do that shit in slow motion (Motion)

You got a whole lotta cash, and nigga, you know I want it (Want it)

 Flo was smoking some hookah and the way he blew it out harshly, you knew you were poking the bear, but you couldn’t help yourself. Feeling your phone buzz, in your clutch you pulled it out.

MSG Baby: Y/N, quit fucking playing with me. Last warning.

MSG Y/N: Or what?

Smiling, you typed out your response, put your phone back in your clutch and continued dancing.

You were leaning on the railing to give you some support as you whined your hips when you felt your boyfriend’s hulking presence. He flipped you to face him. “You really keep trying me, huh?”

(And now you playin' with my emotions) Nigga, don't do it, you blew it You tryna cast spells on a bitch with potions Nigga, I need devotion

Instead of answering him you continued rapping the lyrics to him, pointing your fingers in his face.

If you don't dive in that pussy like dolphins If he don't dive in that pussy like oceans Twins look identically like Olsens Nigga, don't hide from the pussy, be open Nigga wan' spy on the pussy like Austin (Do I make you horny, baby?)

“This bitch don’t know when to quit. Let’s start planning her funeral y’all.” Arielle announced to the group, laughing at your antics. Flo heard your friends and he had to keep himself from laughing as well. He wanted to keep his face straight to convey to you he wasn’t playing any games with you.

Catching him slightly smirk at your friends, you started singing the song with more emphasis while twisting his gold chain around your finger.

That's my ego that you stroking Nigga, don't laugh 'cause the pussy ain't joking Nigga, go splash when the pussy be soakin' (Yeah) Where that nigga who don't play mind games at? You got a fake gold chain on, change that Tryna spit game while I'm on my way out, late ass Where that nigga, man? Where he at? Where he at?

Turning back around you began to grind on Flo until the end of the song. His hands gripped your hips tightly and you knew he was barely restraining himself. Looking back up at him through your eyelashes, you devilishly smirked at him.

The grip on your hips became impossibly tighter, giving you another warning. Not taking heed, you began twerking harder when you heard Act Up blast through the speakers.

Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga Big Birkin bag, hold five, six figures Stripes on my ass so he call this pussy Tigger Fuckin' on a scammin' ass, rich ass nigga Same group of bitches, ain't no adding to the picture Drop a couple racks, watch this ass get bigger Drinkin' on liquor, and I'm lookin' at your nigga

That was the end of the rope. Florian wrapped his arm around your chest and straighten you up. “Fuck this two-hour requirement,” he whispered harshly in your ear. He snatched your cup out of your hand and finished your drink for you. So badly you wanted to suck the liquor from his lips, but with how pissed he was, you weren’t even gonna try.

“Behave for once and be still while I say goodbye.” Flo’s tone told you that he was officially done, so you listened. Your friends came by to hug you as Florian left to do what he said. They all offer their condolences to you and your pussy and told you to text them if you somehow miraculously survive.

“Ladies, y’all have a good night.” Florian said to your friends, leading you out the club.

Inside of the car there was dead silence. Florian wouldn’t let you play any music, wouldn’t say one word to you, he wouldn’t even look at you. You guessed tonight would be the night you get some act right.

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[nerdyfangirl67]

My Angel - Phantom of the Opera (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Phantom/Erik x reader

Warnings: Erik insecurities, dark thoughts and feelings, a very oblivious reader

Word count: 2278

A/N: I hated the way I ended this one. I really wanted to make it one of my longest ones yet, but I have really been struggling finding the inspiration to finish this. I am sorry for all of y’all that were excited to follow the journey of this story. After time passes, I may come back to it, but right now, I am not in the right mindset for it. 

---- Chapter 3 ----

He plays into the early hours of the morning, with you sitting next to him on the velvet covered organ bench. Sometime in the short few hours you are with him, he wrapped his large, velvet black cloak around your shoulders, chasing away the chill that had been reaching towards your bones.

As his music starts to trail off, you remember about work. You scramble off the organ bench, tripping over the long edge of your, or rather Erik’s, cloak in your haste and fall in a heap on the floor. A few unladylike words slip from your mouth and a short bark of a laugh behind you catches your attention.

A lightness dances in his eyes as he looks at you. “Mon cher, I did not expect you to be so foul mouthed. Your appearance deceives your nature.” Despite his mirth, he reaches out a hand and effortlessly pulls you up.

“I have work. If I am late again, I will lose my job.” You mumble, an intense feeling of sudden sadness weighing on your chest. The thought of leaving him so soon after you ‘found’ him, had your heart aching.

A gentle hand brushes a wisp of hair out of your face. “Mon cher, you have been up all night. I will deal with your employers. You need rest.” He takes your hand in his, you don’t even try to protest, and allow him to lead you to his large four poster bed. You hesitantly sit on the bed, a tentative hand reaching out to run over the velvet covers.

You search his face, your heart beating fast with both the anxiety of ‘skipping’ work and the thought of being left alone in his space, his home. “A-aare you sure?” You stammer with uncertainty.

He kneels in front of you, making him eye level to you for the first time. “Oui mon cher. Rest.” He unties his cape from around your neck, pulling it loose from underneath you. He urges you to lie down before covering you with the large black velvet material.

You don’t even hear Erik walk out of the small alcove the bed resides in and you can’t bring yourself to see if he did. You were exhausted. As much as you had enjoyed, no, as much as you had loved listening to your angel play his music, you hadn’t stayed up until the early hours of the morning since you were a young girl and it had drained you. It wasn’t long before you were in a deep slumber, the rich musk of your angel filling your nose.

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Rapid, lifting note phrases bursting from the organ wake you. You laid there for a moment, listening to the stirring, joyous composition. You could hear in the music alone how much happier he was and it warms your heart. Stretching you feel the stiffness in your joints, which was telling you that you had been asleep for more than a few hours. You push yourself out of the bed, grabbing Erik’s cloak as you do. Pulling it up over your shoulders, you walk slowly towards his organ, intently watching him as he plays with fervor.

He must have heard you approach, as he stops playing and turns to look at you. “Ah, mon cher, are you feeling bien reposé?” His easy switch between English and French had your cheeks heating up as you think of how you’d like him to really use this skill, and it wasn’t in casual conversation.

You nod your head, joining him on the organ bench. He turns his attention from the keys to you. He stares at you for a long time, analyzing your face before speaking. “Mon cher, you do not have to continue as a maid if it makes you unhappy. You can stay here with me, si vous le souhaitez.”

Your heart leaps repeatedly in your chest at the thought of staying with this man, this angel, in this place you find ethereal. It is like the accumulation of all your dreams in one. You would have the man you had come to love, you would be at the forefront of all his musical creations, and you would be free of the job that made you dread every morning, or more specifically, every day.

The excitement dancing around in your chest and tangling in your thoughts is making it hard for you to string words together enough to answer. As you struggle to voice your thoughts, you can see the crushing disappointment taking over his features. You can practically see the wall sliding back in place over his heart.

You rapidly stand up, giving yourself a few inches on his seated figure. “Erik, I want nothing more than to be here with you.” You state, staring into his dark eyes. You tentatively reach out a hand towards the masked side of his face. He flinches away from your hand, putting distance between it and his face.

The act alone has a lump of hurt forming in your chest. You had had no intention of removing the mask, rather you had wanted to show him, that injured, dark, scared part of him, the feel of a gentle touch. You’d thought he would trust you enough at this point to know you were not going to remove the mask or to hurt him in any way.

“I-I do not intend to remove your mask Erik.” You state simply, staring deeply into his eyes. His eyes were swirling with emotions. There was a deep fury emanating from their depths, coupled with a dark sadness.

“I have seen that move before, mon cher. A beautiful temptress removed it, not once, but twice. She revealed a part of me to the world that I will never get back. They know who I am now, I cannot hide it.” His voice echoed brokenly in the large cavern and each word tore at your heart.

You carefully closed the small distance between you. “I would never disrespect you like that.” You said softly as you slowly, so slowly, move your hand to his covered cheek. He doesn’t flinch this time, but he is sitting as stiff as a board. You rub your thumb gently over his masked cheekbone and hum the tune of his composition softly as you do. With your other hand, you reach up to comb back the lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead. His eyes are the softest you had ever seen, like the clear night sky, brightened by the soft lights of the city below. One of his hands reaches up to cover the one you have resting on his face, as he leans into it.

“You are nothing like they believe you to be. You are a man that brings light with his marvelous musical compositions.” You pause, leaning forward ever so slightly until your forehead is barely touching his. “You are a man of mystery yes, but you are also a man with a deeply hidden gentle soul.” His eyes soften at your words, soaking in the kind words he wasn’t accustomed to.

“Mon cher, stay. Do not go back. Now that I know what it is like to have you, I cannot be without you. You are truly my sweet and beautiful muse.” His words, spoken with a gentle tenderness have tears beading up in your eyes.

“I will. I will stay with you Erik, my angel. I just have to return to work tomorrow to receive what measly amount of money they owe me.” You answer, frustration coloring your voice. You want nothing more than to never have to return to that small, dingy room you shared with the two other cleaners. You despised the way you were treated as if you were nothing more than common trash, how you were nothing more than a replaceable worker.

His hand moved from where it was gently covering yours, up to your cheek to wipe away the tear that had managed to fall from your lashes. “I can take care of them, mon cher, if you want. They would never bother you, or anyone else, again.” His tone is sharp and chilling, sending a cold chill down your spine. A deep breath rushes from your lungs as you stare at him. You wanted so badly to say yes, to never have to see those who had spent the last year telling you your work wasn’t good enough again. But you couldn’t. You could not bring yourself to wish harm on someone, regardless of how little you liked them.

“No. You are better than that.” You state firmly. “You are not going to draw back into the darkness, especially not for me.” You stand, slowly slipping from his grasp. “I am strong and I will do this on my own.” Despite your words a feeling of irrational fear was creeping up on you. It wasn’t as if you were doing anything you should not be. All you were doing was asking for the meager amount you were owed, yet you couldn’t get over the feeling of anxiety rising in your chest.

He seems to sense your unease and delicately pulls you into his embrace. You press half of your face into his chest, inhaling his unique musk and listening to the beating of his heart, which mirrored your own. After a long moment, which didn’t feel nearly long enough for you, you pull back.

“I must go now. I want to get them before they leave for the day.” You murmur, your eyes never leaving his. A part of you was urging you not to go, to take Erik up on his offer to help and to stay here in the comfort of his music and his arms.

You turn reluctantly, making your way back to the man sized entrance to the tunnels. The walk back to the opera house seems to take the longest it ever has. With each step you take away from the cavern, you feel as if a string is tugging against your heart.

You get to the door of the tunnel, but stop. Something is holding you back, keeping you from opening the door that will bring you back to the opera house, and your old life. Memories flash through your mind as you think of all the good that has taken place since you had entered these tunnels only a month before.

You had found a place to call home, a place where you could indulge your love for music. You had found a future, something that made you want to get out of bed in the morning, something that made you want to live. Most importantly, you had found someone that made that future seem worth living. Conviction steels your nerves and you turn from the door and move much quicker back the way you had come.

It isn’t long before you are back in the cavern, the sounds of your angel’s melodies greeting you tenderly as you enter. He hears the echo of your footsteps because he turns, his nimble fingers pausing on the keys.

“Mon cher, I know I get lost in my music, but I believe you just left. What are you doing back so soon?” As he speaks, he moves forward, his shiny black cape streaming out behind him. You move forwards as well, meeting him halfway.

“I came to a realization that I don’t need anything that is on the other side of that door because all I will every need is right here,” You whisper, your breath caressing his face as you lean forward, closing some of the distance between the two of you.

He tentatively continues to close the distance, until his lips are only a hair breadth away from yours. “Puis-je t'embrasser ma chérie? May I kiss you my dear?” He repeats the question in English, not wanting anything to get lost in translation.

You nod, your nerves racing with excitement. His lips are on yours only half a breath later, caressing them softly with his own. The kiss sends your nerves abuzz, dancing with his music, almost as if he was sending it straight to your soul.

After a long moment, he pulls back. “Thank you mon cher.” His voice is breathless as you stare at him, your mind racing. “Thank you for believing in who I really am. And for being patient with me.” With that he steps back, causing you to furrow your brow in confusion.

As you watch him, Erik slowly lifts a hand to his face, removing the pristine white mask that covered over half of his face. As he pulls it away from his face, you become transfixed. It is not the puckered skin or the scars that draw your attention. Nor is it the thinning hair near his hairline on that side of his face. No, it’s the utter terror and brokeness that has taken over his face that draws your attention.

You reach up a hand, gentle laying your hand on the marred side of his face. “You are beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Body and soul.” You whisper, your hand tracing over the lines you know he despises.

It is in this moment that you realize just how much you have come to love this man. You cannot imagine a life without him and knowing he wants you to be a part of his life, has you feeling unrestrained joy. You also realize that you are finally complete. This man and his music has fixed the broken parts of your soul, healing them in a way that you never thought possible.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik fucking plus size OC and he is obsessed with how wet her pussy is/ Erik fucking plus size OC in college and she wants to do it with the lights off.

Warnings: SMUTTY, Hardcore, College Erik, Sorority OC, Fraternity Erik, Inspiration from Zane story called APF. Just a disclaimer I am not a member of any of these sororities and I don’t want to disrespect or take credit. 

hey y’all! This is so long and detailed. I’m doing another story with an OC. I’ve been reading this Zane book called APF and it is straight up nasty and I figured if I’m doing college Erik and OC I could put my own twist on this amazing erotica and I hope you guys love it! I recommend reading the book y’all I promise you won’t be disappointed 😩😩😩

 “Rodney, ohhhhh, Fuck, Rodney! Yes yes yes!-“ 

“Jada, Stop moaning so damn loud! You want Valentina and Chanel to hear us?”

“She won’t say anything,” Jada laughs before whimpering, “Your dick is just so good, baby.”

“How about you quietly let a nigga know how good this dick is. I don’t want Erik coming up in here ready to kill me-“

“Now, I want you to shut up and fuck me. You better work this pussy and stop complaining! Better yet,” Jada could be heard flipping over on the bed causing the springs to bounce, “Gimmie back shots, you know how much I like it like that, Daddy.”

“So damn nasty, JJ, ahhhhh, Fuck,” Rodney quietly moans before grunting, “Fuck, you got some good pussy on you.”

Valentina didn’t understand why Rodney complained about Jada being so loud when he was making her ass clap back on him. The entire Sorority house could hear them. Both of them were stupid as fuck. Valentina was on her way back from her shift at the Founders Library on campus when she first heard them. She worked in the back of the Library archiving books. This situation with Rodney and Jada has been going on in secret for over a month now. Valentina began to notice some wild shit going on in her Sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha, just a few days after she joined in her Freshman year. Valentina pledged to uphold the values and ideals of the bond she was seeking to join. It's like a marriage to your sorority. 

After she pledged for Alpha Kappa Alpha, Jada Summers asked Valentina in her sophomore year if she wanted to be in a secret society that involved Not just Alpha Kappa Alpha, but other sororities as well. It wasn’t for the faint-hearted but Valentina decided to go along with it to make new friends. The secret society was involved in sexual freedom and the fulfillment of its members. They titled it Alpha Sigma Zeta Delta because pledges from all the different black sororities were involved. 

Valentina could still remember the initiation process. She had to sleep with a Kappa Alpha Psi member. It was embarrassing at first because she didn’t feel comfortable with her body but he sweet-talked her the entire night like no man has ever done to her. Valentina thought the sex was great, mind-blowing, fantastic, but he complained about her being too shy and how it killed his mood. Luckily he graduated in the winter and she wouldn’t have to see his face again. Ever since then, Valentina hasn’t participated in any sex with her fellow sisters or other fraternities. She was surprised Jada didn’t kick her out yet. It was probably because she was afraid Valentina would tell someone about their secret society. 

“Fuck, JJ, no wonder why Erik kept you, Mhm,” Valentina could hear Rodney slap Jada’s ass, “You can suck some dick girl. Look at that mouth.”

“Ugh,” Valentina complained while trying to get some sleep. She shared a room with another pledge, Chanel, who practically slept like a baby throughout it all. It’s probably because Chanel had Rodney too. 

“Suck the nut out my dick, bitch,” Rodney spoke with a gruff tone, “Suck my shit dry like I told you to.”

“Mmmm, mmmm,” Jada mumbled with a mouth full of dick.

“I wish I could cum in that pretty pussy but that’s Erik’s job, right?”

There was no response but Valentina guesses that she probably nodded her head.

“Fff-fuckkkkkk, uhhhhh,” Rodney damn near lost his cool. The bed rocked a little more, probably from Jada sucking him harder and Rodney fucking her mouth. Right when Valentina grabs one of her champagne silk pillows to cover her ears with, Rodney growled and moaned with his release. After about 30 seconds, Jada and Rodney started laughing and talking with low voices. Too bad the walls were thin. 

“Doesn’t Erik stop by around this time?” Rodney asked.

“Yes, but I didn’t hear from him about that. Why do you always ask about him? I’m sure he’s out there doing his fucking dirt too. I’m grown I can do whatever the fuck I want to. 

“No disrespect, beautiful, just asking. You know Erik is my boy-“

“Just shut the fuck up, Rodney. You’ve been fucking me for over a month now. If that was your boy you wouldn’t be coming to my room every chance you get, would you?”

There was silence followed by the sound of clothes ruffling. Rodney was getting himself dressed to leave. Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty sleeping mask up from her eyes to check the time. It was 11:00 PM. They’d been laid up having sex on and off for about three hours. Now, Valentina was hungry and thirsty. She pulled her comforter back, put on her Ugg slippers, and walked from her room and down the hall to the stairs. She walked at a fast pace so she wouldn’t have to run into Rodney. She tiptoes down the steps and made her way towards the kitchen. Valentina has a habit of snacking late at night and her taste buds were calling for some sour cream and onion chips with an ice-cold glass of apple juice. 

So far so good as she checked the cupboard. They were still stocked with all the junk food in the world. Valentina grabs the rolled-up bag of sour cream and onion chips, then opened the fridge to grab some apple juice with her Alpha Kappa Alpha cup. When she opened the fridge she noticed that it was stocked with Martinelli's 100% Apple Juice. She’s never had it before but Valentina assumed it was because of Erik. He drank those things to death. Jada probably bought them because Erik put her on and now she wanted to put her Sisters on. Taking a chance, Valentina grabs two, closing the fridge and walking to one of the bar stools in the kitchen to sit her round backside on. 

Valentina tried crossing her much thicker thighs while sitting on the barstool, but her plumpness and the area didn’t leave her enough room to get more comfortable. She groans, swinging her feet while leaning over the kitchen island to eat her snacks. As she munched, Valentina could hear Rodney and Jada descending the stairs. The first thing Valentina noticed about Rodney that made all the girls go crazy was his piercing green eyes. His skin reminded you of desert sand and his hair was faded around the temple with loose bouncy curls up top. Jada has tortilla colored skin with sandy brown hair and eyes close to the color of gingerbread. She had abundant umber-colored freckles that covered her nose and cheeks. Athletic and short. Jada wore nothing but an Alpha Kappa Alpha hoodie and her feet were bare.

“So, when do you want to meet up again?” Rodney pulls Jada closer by her waist, bringing his lips to her neck to suck on. Jada slowly pushes his head away before rubbing the spit from her neck.

“You better not had put a hickie on me,” Jada glowered.

“I didn’t calm down. So, when can I see you again?”

“I’ll let you know. You can’t have me whenever you want, Rodney. Erik has to have some of me too.”

Valentina almost choked on a chip. 

“Ugh, I should have never fucked you,” Rodney reached behind her to slap her ass, “You should be mine and only mine.”

Jada giggles before lightly pushing Rodney away, “Boy. Go back to your frat house. I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.”

“Aight,” Rodney gave Jada a couple pecks on the lips before turning his gaze towards the kitchen and catching Valentina’s eye. He didn’t seem to care not once that he was touching on Jada in front of her. Jada clearly felt the same.

“Sup Valentina,” Rodney gave her a coy smirk, “Couldn’t sleep? 

“Apparently not,” Valentina took a sip of her apple juice.

“Hm, Sorry about that. Jada here is to blame. A nigga can’t help himself when he’s in that pussy. 

Rod, stop it,” Jada shoves him lightly while trying to hide a smile, “Let Valentina snack in peace.”

Rodney puts his hands up in surrender, “Aight, I think it’s time for me to bounce. JJ, Val, I’ll be seeing you.”

Rodney finally makes his exit, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as the door clicked shut, Jada properly locks it before making her way into the kitchen. She walks to the fridge, grabbing one of the apple juices to drink herself. Jada slapped the bottom of the bottle to make it easier to open. Once it was opened, Jada guzzled that juice in practically one gulp before throwing the glass bottle in recycling. Jada pulled all her sandy brown Dominican blown out hair up into a ponytail before taking a seat directly across from a disinterested Valentina.

“So, Val,” Jada licks her full lips, “What has been up with you? You seem to have an issue with me and Rodney.”

Valentina twirled a piece of hair from her wig, “Not an issue. You’re grown, I’m not your mother. But I do think it’s reckless. 

“Teh,” Jada gave a short laugh, “Reckless? Sis, how long have you been a pledge for ASZD? Did you forget your initiation? Did you forget that we participate in all kinds of sex that would have the faint-hearted laid out dead on this kitchen floor? I mean, I’m surprised you aren’t dead.”

Jada chuckles, folding one cream-colored leg over the other, “Sis, what? Are you jealous because I have Rodney and you don’t? 

Valentina rubbed her temples, “No, JJ, I don’t want your sloppy seconds. I just feel like you have Erik so I don’t understand why you would want to fuck Rodney-“

“Because I can,” Jada gave Valentina a wide grin, “Erik is cute, fine as hell, but I don’t owe him anything. We are in an open relationship, Val. He’s probably at some booty call right now giving the bitch some good dick. But it’s cool, one thing I know about Erik is that he will always come back. This good pussy has him hooked. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes knocking on this door right now-“

Knock Knock

“Oh? Would you look at that.”

Valentina rolled her eyes at Jada before hopping off the bar stool causing her silk half shirt to push out extra cleavage from the top of the shirt. She couldn’t stand Jada at times. She thought she was the best thing walking on two feet. On the outside, she looked breathtaking but on the inside, it would only make you puke. Jada acted like her shit didn’t stink. Valentina walked to the cupboard to put away the chips and that’s when she heard his voice 

“Daddy sorry he’s late, baby girl, you know I’m apart of that teacher's assistant program so I had a lot of papers to grade, look at you,” Valentina looked up in time to see Erik cupping both of Jada’s ass cheeks nice and firm before slapping them extra hard. Jada whimpered like a child in need of attention, wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck 

“Don’t keep me waiting again, Daddy,” Jada sucked on Erik’s neck, “You miss this pussy?”

“You miss this dick?” Erik grabs one of Jada’s hands to rest over his crotch, “Yeah, that’s right, you know how I get when I see you.”

“So damn big,” Jada sighed, “Let’s go, I need it right now.”

Valentina just about heard enough. How was she going to get away with having sex with Erik in her bed after she just had sex with Rodney there? Valentina didn’t want to stick around so she placed both bottles of Martinelli's 100% apple juice in the recycling bin and walked out of the kitchen. Screw being discrete, Valentina loudly walked past them both and towards the stairs 

“Valentina?”

She felt a shiver creep up her spine. Turning, Valentina caught Erik’s eye. Those almost black eyes because of the low light. He always overawed Valentina. Even in just a pair of basketball shorts and a Raiders hoodie with a durag on his head he looked appetizing. Then, he smiles at her with his full lips and deep dimples. Valentine wraps her arms around her belly to calm the butterflies. She was sure she looked a bit peaky and her forehead was sweating. Valentina couldn’t understand how Jada slept with Rodney and whoever else she wanted when a man like Erik stood before her with his large biceps wrapped around her. 

“Hey, Erik.” Valentina shyly places some hair behind her ear, “Long night?”

“Always. Then I have this dissertation to write as well so your boy is tired.”

“Hey, why don’t you get some rest then, yeah? We can pick this back up tomorrow night.” Jada rubbed circles with her long lime green nails in the center of Erik’s chest.

“You tryna keep me away, ma?” Erik gave her a suspicious look before smirking, “I need you to take care of me. I didn’t come all the way over here for you to put me out.”

“Oh, she’ll take care of you alright,” Valentina mumbled before taking the stairs to her room. She had to figure out how she was going to get sleep with an 8 AM class tomorrow.

“Goodnight, Val,” Erik called out to her, Valentina waved at him before turning down the hall and to her bedroom. She felt a ping of jealousy and she hated that it was because of Jada. Erik needed to cut ties with her. Valentina didn’t want to tell him about Rodney because that would be fucked up but at the same time, he didn’t deserve it. Rodney was supposed to be his best friend. Finally, in bed, Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty mask down over her eyes, brought her comforter up and over her whole body, and forced herself to sleep.

——————

“What’s happening tonight? A party? At our house?”

Valentina looked around the lunch table at her Alpha Kappa Alpha sisters. She pushed away from her bacon grilled cheese with a side of sweet potato fries to listen in on the conversation. Party or not she had a research paper due on Monday and if she stayed up to party with AKA and everyone else she wouldn’t get any work done on Saturday. The house would be an uproar.

“Nah, it’s an ASZD party,” Jada spoke with a whisper, “We have new pledges and they have to go through initiation. They have to be trustworthy, secretive, and be willing to take all the freak nasty shit we do to the grave.”

Valentina forgot all about that. She felt her heartbeat quicken behind her rib cage. She really wanted to back out of this one like the last time but if she did she would probably fuck up her chances of being an AKA and she needed that. Valentina comes from a family of women who were AKA. 

“So, I have to lie to Malcolm about where I’m going?” A new pledge of AKA and Jada’s little sis, Janelle, wanted to become a part of ASZD, “We were supposed to go to the movies-“

“Nelle, what did I tell you, sis? This is a serious commitment. You want that sexual gratification? You gotta keep this a secret. We could all lose our reputation and possibly future careers if word gets out to the wrong crowd.”

“You gotta be a woman and look to take sexuality to another level,” China, a southern bell from Texas says, “Freaky Friday is our day. We do this twice a month. 

Janelle nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, “Are the Kappa’s gonna be there? They recruited Tory as a new pledge and Tory is in my Health class. If Tory sees me...he may say something.” 

Jada shared a look with the others before turning her gingerbread-colored eyes back on her sister that could pass as her twin, “If Tory is gonna be there, sis, Tory wants some pussy. If he sees you, he might want to sample what’s between your legs. You’re gonna let Tory have some if he asks?”

Janelle blushed, looking down bashfully at her two slices of veggie pizza, “Yeah...I like Tory.”

“There you go, sis,” Chanel cheers while applying lip gloss to her heart-shaped lips, “It’s gonna be wild and fun. You won’t regret it.”

“So, what do we wear?” Janelle asked with a chipper tone.

“Nothing,” Jada replies.

“Nothing?” Valentina finally speaks up, “Um, like butt ass naked?”

“Yeah, that’s the point, Val,” China jokes, “We’re supposed to be having sex so what’s the point in wearing clothes? We rented out a loft for the night near DuPont Circle to have the event. That way, we can have free roam to walk around with our ass and titties out.”

“Y’all nasty bitches,” Valentina laughs, “I’m bringing lingerie fuck that.”

“Do you even plan on fucking, sis?” Jada asked, “I mean, you haven’t since that one time.”

“Um, we’ll see,” Valentina smiles, “I haven’t had some dick in a minute so I need a sexual release besides my dildo and vibrator.”

“How are you going to handle Erik and Rodney, Jada?”

Valentina perked her ears up for this one in particular. 

“I’ll have Rodney this afternoon and Erik this evening.”

Valentina rolls her eyes and turned back to her food. She couldn’t even find her appetite anymore. 

“Are you okay, Val?” China asks with a worried expression 

“Yeah, I’m cool,” Valentina packed her food away in a to-go container and got up from her seat at the table, “I gotta head over to the library I’ll be back to the house in enough time for us to get there.”

She didn’t even entertain the smirk that Jada had on her face. Clearly, she knew that Valentina was bothered by the fact that she was juggling sex with both Rodney and Erik. 

——————

Valentina didn’t want to sit at a study table in the Founders Library so she walked in between the bookshelves to sit down on the carpet to study. She fluffed out her black and white pleated skirt, crossing her Doc Marten covered feet while pulling out her Theatre Arts books to study for her upcoming exam. Even though it was quiet, Valentina needed to tune out the world and listen to some Floetry and Lauryn Hill. 

All you gotta do is say yes

Don't deny what you feel

Let me undress you, baby;

Open up your mind and express

I'm about to let you know you make me

So, so, so, so, so, so, so

You make me

So, so, so, so, so, so, so, ah

Purple glitter gel pen between her lips stained with NYX Butter Gloss in chocolate brown, Valentina read from her textbook that rested over her knees. She was invested in her music and studying that she hadn’t noticed Erik Stevens standing at the end of the aisle admiring her while munching on an apple. Erik wore a denim jacket with Sherpa collar, a basic crisp white t-shirt, Khaki cargo pants with a chain, and a pair of UGG Neumel Utility boots on his feet in black. He didn’t want to disturb her just yet because she looked so in tune with her studies. His eyes kept drifting down to Valentina’s exposed legs in that black and white pleated skirt. Legs the color of peanut butter with a left thigh tattoo of a pink lotus flower. Erik inhaled deeply before removing his Airpods from his ears, approaching Valentina slowly while twirling his half-eaten apple in hand. Valentina’s mocha eyes looked up at Erik, that glittery purple gel pen falling from between her juicy lips. The pen rolled towards Erik’s feet. He reached down leisurely, grabbing the pen, then holding it out for her to grab. He could still feel her gloss on the pen as his thumb rubbed against it. Valentia took it from him before saying thank you in a soft-spoken voice. 

“You’re welcome,” Erik placed his apple between his teeth to take off his camouflage Supreme backpack. He removed the apple from between his lips, licking them, and then speaking in a hushed tone, “Can I sit with you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Erik got down on the carpet so close to her that his knee hit her thigh. Valentina almost rips the edge of the page in her textbook while turning it. Erik took out his own various books along with an iPad. Valentina peeks over at his books to see what he studied. Systems and Computer Science. Supposedly he already completed schooling with a Computer Engineering degree. 

“Applications for Artificial Intelligence. 

“Huh?” Valentina looked up at him with a whimsical expression.

“That’s what my dissertation is about. I have only 15 pages typed and I still have another 15 to do.”

“Sounds...stressful.”

“I just can’t wait for this shit to be over with so I can get back on the grind with the Military. 

“Military? Wow.” Valentina was inraptured by Erik’s smile and warm hickory-colored eyes. His teeth were so white, Valentina figured he must have gotten them bleached. She felt ashamed of her lack of skincare because Erik’s russet skin is blemish-free and so smooth like he regularly visited an Aesthetician. 

“Theatre Arts,” He pulled her book from her lap to rest on his, “Acting?” 

“Yes.” Valentina blushes.

“What made you get into that?”

“My mom used to act on Broadway. My father is a Writer. My family is full of the arts and I figured if they followed their passion, so can I. 

“I like that, I don’t know why I thought you were a law major.”

“If you would have asked me, you would know...yeah?” Valentina teased.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Erik licks his lips, making his voice lower “So...will you be at the party tonight?”

“Um, I plan on it...why?” Her heart damn near bounced around her chest. 

Erik uses his thumb to rub the tip of his nose while trying to fight a smile, “Teh, um...I’m tryna see you there. 

“Excuse me?” Valentina was perplexed.

“I wanna see you there,” Erik’s head fell back lightly against the bookshelf, “That’s the only reason why I’m going. 

Valentina tittered, “Erik...what?”

“You don’t believe me.”

Valentina shook her head slowly, “No, I don’t.” 

How could she anyway? Erik never showed her any interest. Then again, he was always nice to her. Then it was the looks he gave her that made her body shiver. It could be believable but he had Jada. Last night he practically hounded her. They probably didn’t make it up the stairs. It was pretty silent. Jada could have been arched over the steps getting plowed by Erik. The thought of Erik only going to the Freaky Friday Night because of her blew Valentina’s mind. He definitely knows what happens with ASZD. Sex, sex, sex. If he wanted to see her there...

“Valentina.” Erik must have called her name 20 times.

“Sorry,” She timidly placed hair behind her ear, “What would seeing me there do for you?”

“Hm,” Erik’s hickery-colored eyes watched her face closely, “What do you think?”

Suddenly, Valentina’s lips become dry. 

“It doesn’t matter what I think. What about Jada?”

“What about her?” Erik says with an annoyed tone.

“Isn’t that your girl? Aren’t ya’ll you know...fucking? In a relationship?”

Erik laughs bitterly, “We are fucking, but she ain't my girl, Val. I don’t make bitches like Jada my girl. You gotta earn it and just because you have good pussy doesn’t mean you're mine. We fuck, that’s that.” 

“Oh,” Valentina looks down at her knees, “She seems to think you two are together.”

“Look at me, Val.”

 Valentina fixed her eyes on his. She wished she hadn’t. 

“I know about her and Rodney already.”

 “When did you find out?”

 “last night. I saw Rodney leaving.”

 “They are so stupid,” Valentina chuckles, “I don’t understand why she thought this would go on forever-”

 “Oh, it can go on for infinity, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not surprised. I know how she gets down. She slept with a lot of niggas and that’s not even including bitches.”

 “Yeah, Chanel, China-”

 “I saw that in action a month ago,” Erik closes his eyes while laughing, “I respect the sexual awakening and togetherness though but you gotta be careful, feelings can get involved and I know Chanel felt some type of way when Rodney and Jada started having sex.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m shocked she slept through it all last night. I just hope Janelle doesn’t get like that. She has a boyfriend and everything.”

“Nelle just might. Tory, the one here on the basketball scholarship? He’s feeling Nelle heavy heavy, That Lil’ nigga is gunning for her.”

“Damn,” Valentina licks her lips, “I can’t believe I agreed to be a part of ASZD. I’m not cut out for this at all,” Valentina looked from side to side then between the books behind her head to see if anyone was around, “Gotta be careful talking about this shit here.”

“Can’t fuck up yall little secret society.”

“Shut up,” Valentina bumps Erik with her shoulder 

“So, if you aren’t cut out for being a member for ASZD, then that means you aren’t freaky.” Erik jokes but then Valentina looked away with embarrassment.

“I’m just fucking with you, Val-”

“I’m sure you know about my initiation, right? I didn’t hear the end of that shit for at least a month. Jada made sure I remembered that horrible fucking night.” Valentina brought her knees to her chest, folding her arms across it and resting her chin there. She avoided Erik’s eyes and focused on the stack of books across from her on the shelf. 

“Calvin talked a lot about you so all that other shit you heard is a fucking lie. Probably some shit that Jada made up to make you feel like shit because he jumped on you before her. I told you, Valentina, Jada be lovin’ the crew.”

“He liked it?” Valentina glanced over at Erik with a hopeful look in her eyes 

“Oh yeah,” He smirks, “He said you had the wettest pussy in the motherfucking world. And the fattest pussy too.”

“For real?” Valentina hadn’t noticed that she scooted closer to Erik. He could smell whatever scented oil she was wearing. His dick jumped and tapped her textbook resting over his lap 

“Girl, hell...yeah,” Erik cut his eyes down to stare at her cleavage. It couldn’t be helped because the compressed white turtleneck outlined her DD’s perfectly, “That nigga wanted round two honestly. If it wasn’t for him graduating he would have. Ma, he could not shut the fuck up about that body in general.”

“Oh my God,” Valentina squealed behind her hands, “So I’ve been feeling like shit for so long and he actually enjoyed it? I can’t believe Jada.”

“She’s jealous of you, Val.”

“I can’t understand why. She’s so pretty” 

“Fuck all that. So are you.” 

Valentina gawked at Erik like he spoke German. He frowned slightly at her reaction. How could she not believe she was more beautiful than Jada? Plus size or not Valentina is BAD. Badder than Jada in his opinion. Erik fully turns his body to face Valentina while bringing his knees up to rest his arms on. Her textbook thumped against the floor loudly because of all the silence. Valentina picks it up, closes it, and places it behind her with all her other belongings. Erik’s hand reaches out to touch her knee. Valentina melted like an ice sickle under the sun when his warm hand came into contact with her skin. 

“What’s not beautiful about you?” Erik asks with a whisper.

“I know I’m beautiful, I just have my insecurities. All women do.”

“I can’t tell you what you should feel but I will say that you shouldn’t compare yourself to JJ.”

“Thanks, E,” Valentina gave Erik a sheepish smile, “Jada doesn’t deserve to fuck you-”

“What? You do?” Erik bites his bottom lip, “Is that what you’re telling me, baby girl? 

“May-be,” Valentina murmured before giving a short, half-suppressed laugh. Erik reaches out to play in Valentina’s ombre honey blonde wig. She found herself rocking back and forth nervously because now, Erik was studying her face. If someone told her she would be coming to the Founders Library to run into Erik and flirt with him she would have cackled but now, Valentina couldn’t even mutter a word. She wondered what would happen next. If he kissed her, she wouldn’t stop him. He has nice full lips that looked like they tasted sweet. They had to be sweet right now because he was munching on an apple that’s currently going rotten right next to his left foot on the carpet. 

“Nah, answer my question properly.”  

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I feel like I deserve to fuck you instead of her.” She couldn’t believe the words that flowed from her mouth.

“Cool cuz that’s exactly what’s gon’ happen,” Erik peered behind him then over Valentina’s shoulder before turning his eyes back on hers, using the hand that was in her hair to push her knees apart forcefully so he could get a glimpse of her panties stretched over her phat pussy. Sure enough, sky blue cotton panties with little clouds on them, and a wet spot in the center, the fabric taut over her pussy lips and exactly what he needed to see. The perfect image to make his dick even stonier than what it already was. 

Erik twirled his finger in an authoritative manner, “Take these off,” He demanded in a low gruff tone. 

Valentina lifts her butt from the ground, using her thumbs to push her panties up and over her thighs, down her calves, and then over her boots. She waited patiently for Erik to pull her knees apart again as she watched over his shoulder closely. Anyone could come and find them. Erik’s sharp intake of breath is what made Valentina look at him. She could hear her pussy lips spread each time Erik opened and closed her legs. He was doing that on purpose, generating her pussy to make smacking noises. Valentina bit down on her lip and looked behind her, then over his shoulder again. She could feel her leg being lifted up and onto his back while Erik eases his way down to eat her pussy from the side. Valentina blinked her eyes rapidly before closing them when she felt Erik kiss her pussy lips. He repeated this going up and down her pussy. Valentina brought one of her hands up to cover her mouth. Now, Erik took his fingers to part her glimmering pussy lips. Directly in his face was her pink clit, labia, and entrance dripping with all her wetness. His entire face was in her pussy as soon as his tongue poked out to lick her pussy up in one strike. She could hear the way his tongue sounded gliding over her. The constant flickering and lapping noises like a dog licking water from a bowl. 

“Uhhh,” She moaned softly, “Mmmhh, uhhhh.”

When his lips sucked lightly on her clit, Valentina’s head steadily fell back to rest against the bookshelf. 

“Keep that leg up,” Erik whispered into her pussy. Valentina used her left hand to keep her left thigh up while her foot rested on Erik’s back. Her other thigh was down enough so Erik could properly fit his lips around her clit and labia to nibble on. 

“Umph, uhhh,” Valentina couldn’t see him eat her pussy past her large breasts. If only she could watch the way he ate her. 

“Shut that fucking noise up,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth.

“E-Erik, I c-can’ttttt,” She gasps, “Ohhh, Fuck. It feels so good please.” Her voice was barely audible.

Erik wiggled his tongue in her pussy, catching all of her juices in his mouth. Valentina’s hips bucked into his mouth, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Valentina tried to be aware of her surroundings but the more Erik tongue-fucked her and flicked that tongue up to show her clit some attention, She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Valentina lifted her hips off the carpet, Erik following her with his lips slurping her like an oyster. Valentina hissed sharply making her lungs burn from a deep breath she took while pushing his head away. Erik wasn’t having that, He smacked her hand away so loud the sound almost echoed through the many rows of books. Before Valentina could strengthen herself for what Erik had in store for her, she was flat on the carpet with Erik’s hand around her neck while he continued where he left off before she pushed his head away. The way he sucked on her made her thighs quake. She never felt pressure like that on her pussy. Her eyes crossed and her mouth fell open into a silent scream. The heels of her boots dragged back and forth across the carpet. All she could see every time her watery eyes looked down was her mountainous breasts heaving up and down. The muscles in her belly twisted tightly causing her to get a painful cramp on her right side like she was doing sit-ups. He just would not...stop...sucking. 

“Uhhh, uhhhh, uhh-uh-u-uhhh,” Her hot tears rolled down her cheeks and into her hairline. The feeling of her release crept up slowly like an intro to an orchestrated song. Erik’s hand gently released from around her neck to place his hand over her mouth. Eyes crossing like the Exorcist, Valentina’s hips oscillate back and forth into his voracious mouth. Her body finally gave in to his insatiable nature. She never knew a man could be this insane over eating pussy. Valentina could feel herself leaking into his mouth. He was right there to catch it all so he wouldn’t miss a drop. Like Calvin said, she has the wettest motherfucking pussy in the world. Valentina was so wet Erik’s lips smacking against her sounded like he was drinking from a puddle. Her thighs will slip and slide as she walked the rest of the day. Her ass was probably a mess too. So much came from her pussy. Erik couldn’t find it in him to stop. Valentina lightly pushes his head away with a pout of her lips. Erik caught sight of her pussy twitching before his eyes glanced up at hers to see her face. His nose down to his chin was covered in her mess. The lights above them caused the juices on his face to shimmer. His thick tongue licked around his lips and his hand smoothed down his face to wipe it clean. He could still smell the sweetness of her pussy on his upper lip and his face felt warm like her mound was a thermal. 

“Goddayum, ma,” Erik adjusted his dick in his khaki cargo pants, “Just know I am eating this pussy whenever the fuck I feel like it, do you hear me? You are so fucking wet down here,” His fingers slipped between her fat lips, “Come sit with me at one of the desks up here. If I get a taste for some pussy I wanna be able to crawl under the table and eat it”

“Erik,” Valentina smoothed hair from her face, “Won’t people see-”

“Not where I sit. C’ mon, Valentina. Come with me to the table. I’m not finished eating your pussy just yet.”

“Won’t you have some later?” Valentina looked over Erik’s shoulder.

“Yeah, and then whatever time after that. But that’s later, I need that shit now. 

“Ugh, this is too reckless,” She couldn’t ignore the way Erik was looking at her and the way he kept licking his lips like he was hoping there was still more of her left on his lips.

“It’s all good, Val, I promise,” Erik gave her a charming smile, “Please?”

This man could get anything he wanted.

“Okay, Erik.”

________________

It was raining heavily when the Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority arrived. The other Sororities such as Sigma Gamma Rho, Zeta Phi Beta, and Delta Sigma Theta were already there and dressed in nothing but their birthday suits. All women in all different shapes and sizes and shades of brown. They had the perfect fuck songs of the ’90s playing loudly from a large Bluetooth speaker system that belonged to whoever owned the loft. The only things missing from the large scatter of women were the men. Undergraduate students,  Graduate students, Alumni, and even some men who had cash flow such as Lawyers, Doctors, and Engineers. All black and brown men who came to fuck and suck like them. 

Valentina arrived wrapped in a long pink trench coat with a black lace teddy underneath and some black red bottom pumps; the only good pair of heels that she has. The rest of the Alpha Kappa Alpha entourage wore long trench coats as well, some wearing pink like Valentina and others wearing green like Jada. The only difference was that everyone else was completely bare underneath. Valentina didn’t have the confidence enough to drop that coat around her ankles and walk around with her breasts bouncing and ass jiggling with every step she took. That didn’t include her thighs and her stomach as well. She wished she had the same confidence as the other plus-sized women at the party. They were so sexy. 

“The sex better be good this year because the guy I hooked up with last year was a joke!” China complains while removing her coat. She dropped it revealing A cup breasts, traveling down to at least a size 16 around the hips because she has a lot of ass. China kept her hair in a buzz cut and she colored it different colors but her favorite to flaunt was violet purple. China has almond-shaped chocolate eyes with skin that reminded you of maple syrup. Lips like Megan Good. If Valentina were to ever sleep with a woman it would be China. China was known for being the girl who orchestrated threesomes and orgies. The same men showed up every year with a few new ones sprinkled here and there. All tested and clean, and the Sorority ladies clean as well, some on birth control and enjoying the idea of a man fucking them and releasing their load deep inside of them while the other women needed the men to wear a condom. Some even enjoyed simply having their pussies ate and being fucked by ten-inch dildos. Valentina only had sex with Calvin a while ago and they used a condom because Valentina wasn’t on the pill. Now she was.

The men began to arrive. Some in groups and others by themselves. All of them knew each other except for if you were new to the ASZD parties. All of them were taken off guard when they walked into the loft to find every single woman there naked. The shared looks and mischievous smirks on their faces let Valentina know that this Freaky Friday would be the best so far. Valentina looks down at her lingerie set. She couldn’t do it. She was so shy and the way all these men looked they would probably jump on her. All these butt-naked women walking around with wet pussies. Jada and a Zeta Phi Beta Graduate student named Ariana decided to plan it where the men assumed it would be a 90’s house party for them to arrive in 90’s attire and find all these beautiful black women stripped and ready for dick. Huge fluffy floor pillows surrounded them so they could have the comfort to freak on. 

H-Town Knockin’ da Boots played putting everyone in a vibe. Janelle was a lightweight, already drunk and twirling her petite naked hips to the beat. 

Good lovin', body rockin', knockin' boots all night long, yeah

Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn

But oh, come on, come on and turn the lights down, and let me get on it, yeah

'Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)

A-give me some good love

(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) somebody rockin', baby, ooh

 Out of nowhere, Tory shows up behind Janelle wearing paint-splattered overalls and a tye-dye with a backward cap. Janelle looked back at him, biting her lip before bending over to grind her ass further into his crotch.

“That’s little sis ya’ll!” Jada spoke over the microphone before handing it over to Ariana. 

Ariana spoke with her Dominican New York accent, “Time to strip! Let’s get busy!” 

Valentina grabbed her cup of 1800 pineapple to take a long swig of. She needed it in that very moment. Every single one of them was blessed between their legs. Thick and long, curved and wide, lengthy and veiny. Moisturized, all shades of brown and heavy balls to suck on. Dicks swaying and wagging in her face. China was primal next to Valentina. She handed Valentina her cup when she spotted a 6’5 carob-skinned man with shoulder-length dreads and a body that would put Hercules to shame. China climbed that man like a tree, wrapping her plentiful thighs around his chiseled waistline that looked to be carved from stone. His fingers were so long when they squeezed her abundant ass and made it bounce up and down. That long tongue rolled along her neck like Venom. Valentina could not hold it together. She felt her knees wobble. Turning away from China didn’t help because everywhere she looked,  her ASZD girls were either kissing, sucking, dancing, and fucking on a man of their choice. Moans overpowered Ginuwine’s Pony and the heat was turned up in that loft; literally. Valentina’s body was sweating. There was dampness on her forehead, back, chest, and thighs. The moisture between her legs was on a whole other level. The lace fabric of her thong felt slick and slimy. It was so wet that the crotch of the thong kept sliding to the left side of her mound causing her lips to spill out. All the moans had her heart pounding.

Mmm! mhm! ahhhhh! Uhhhh! Umph! Mmmmhhhh! 

“Erik!”

Valentina’s eye cut to the entrance of the loft. Erik was fashionably late and shocked. He was wearing a cropped muscle t-shirt with the Los Angeles Lakers logo on it, some basketball shorts, and a neon 90’s hat that reminded Valentina of the hats that Wesley Snipes wore in White Man Can’t Jump. He looked around like he woke up from a coma. Jada rushes over towards him with her large teardrop breasts bouncing. Jada tried wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck but he was walking away from her with his mindset on reaching Valentina. Valentina felt like she was stuck in a soap opera moment with the way Jada glared at her. 

“Erik, where the fuck are you going? Erik?!” Jada yelled angrily.

Valentina wasn’t surprised that no one reacted to Jada’s loud outburst. Erik took his hand, gripping the back of Valentina’s head, and pulling her in for a searing kiss. His tongue was lethal. Valentina’s eyebrows furrowed and her arms reached out to squeeze his biceps. Erik’s hands gripped her cheeks to keep her steady while his lips and tongue did all the work. She needed to breathe because Erik was literally sucking the air from her lungs with such ferocity Valentina was growing weak. Erik finally stops, Valentina, taking in a deep breath before closing her eyes and rocking backward as if she were dizzy. 

“Why do you still have this on, Val?” Erik looked at her lingerie with raised brows, “Daddy’s here now you can take this off.”

“Out here?” Valentina looked around at all the sex, “In the open?”

“We don’t have to,” Erik rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip, “I want you to myself anyway. I plan on being in you all fucking night so what’s good?”

“We can go to the bedroom,” Valentina sucked on Erik’s thumb, “Please?”

“I got you, ma. Let’s go all this sex got my dick so fucking hard. You gon’ suck Daddy’s dick like I sucked on that pussy earlier?”

Valentina was having flashbacks while leading the way past everyone exploring each other. He was a man of his word when she sat with him at the study table. She wasn’t even sitting there for ten minutes when Erik puts his iPad down looking around him secretly, before lowering his body under the table and crawling between her legs. Erik ripped her panties down the crotch without even taking them off before licking her pussy. He did that about three times before she couldn’t take anymore. The largest bedroom in the loft was where they went. It had a great view of DC. Erik didn’t close the door. Valentina nervously looked towards the bed then over at Erik expectantly. Erik started undressing, Valentina finally having the opportunity to admire him. Broad-shouldered, sturdy, and powerful. The gym had to be his second home. 

“Get on your knees and be Daddy’s good girl. It’s my turn now, baby girl. Show me how freaky you can get on this Freaky Friday.”

“Wait,” Valentina walked towards the door to turn off the lights, “It’s better like this.”

“Nah, turn the lights back on.” 

“But Erik-”

“Valentina flip the switch.” Erik commands, “Do it.”

“Ugh, okay,” Valentina pouts, “It’s just better that way-”

“How am I supposed to see you? Are you tryna hide from me-”

“No, I swear-”

“I think you are,” Erik walked towards her with labored steps but his eyes were gluttonous and his lips were curled up into a wolfish grin, “we're fucking with the lights on. I want to see everything.”

Valentina was moving too slow for him so Erik flicked it on himself. His left hand covered the switch while his right hand elevated her chin to make her look at him.

“Look at those eyes,” Erik bit down on his full bottom lip, “How do you want Daddy to fuck you tonight?”

“Deep and hard,” Valentina spoke softly.

“Let me see that body, ma,” Erik removed his hand from her chin to pull down her left strap to the lingerie she wore, “It’s just me and you. Didn’t I tell you I would take care of you?”

“Mhm, I remember,” She was exposed from the waist up now. Valentina pressed her face into Erik’s solid chest. He uses her hair to pull her back so he could look at her breasts. Large and bell-shaped with tawny colored areolas and nipples. Erik could see her veins under her peanut butter skin. So healthy and hefty. He imagined himself laying on them like pillows. Erik leans down to suck on her breasts while holding them up in his mouth. Valentina weakly nibbled on her bottom lip with a scrunchy nose and eyes shut. Her hand stroked the back of his head, dragging her nails over the faded area of his hair. She could smell lavender castor oil in his hair. While he sucked, his hands pulled down the rest of her lingerie except for her thong. Valentina’s arms wrapped around her stomach. She really wanted the lights off. Erik sensed her insecurity, placing soft kisses up her neck and to her lips again. Valentina melted in his mouth and slowly, her arms fell from around her belly. Erik pulled her body in close almost lifting her from the floor. Valentina giggles against his lips causing Erik to give her a dimpled smile.

“Don’t you ever cover up when you’re with me, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Valentina blushes.

“That’s my good girl. Now let Daddy force this dick in your mouth. Show me how you suck now, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” Valentina got down on her knees, reaching out to pull Erik’s basketball Shorts off. She looked up at him through her lashes while pulling those shorts down that were already poked out in the crotch because of his dick. When Erik’s dick finally sprang free, it hit Valentina in the nose. She went cross-eyed staring at it. Getting into a squat, Valentina grips her Daddy’s dick, bringing her face closer to wrap her juicy lips around the tip of his dick. She began to suck lightly before lowering her lips to try and fit him further inside.

“Good girl deepthroating Daddy, you better try and fit my dick in there before I pop that ass. Give it a nice smack.”

Valentina drooled and slobbered as she controlled her breathing to fit him all in. Screw fucking ten inches of the dildo when you have all this real dick in front of you waiting. He was giving her the dick without even touching her. His hands were behind his back while his hips moved. 

“Open that mouth, BABY, let Daddy put that dick all the way in. Say I love big black dick.”

Valentina slips her mouth off before licking her lips, “I love big black dick,” She spoke timidly.

“Say, I want Daddy’s big black dick in my phat pussy all night,” Erik strokes Valentina’s hair back. 

“I want Daddy’s big black dick in my pussy all night,” She licked his tip.

“Hmm, yes, you knew Daddy would be horny and needed a throat to fuck?”

Valentina nods her head while sucking his dick with her mocha eyes drawing him in.

“You got some sexy ass eyes, ma. Looking up at me like that. Are you gonna suck the cum out this dick and swallow it?”

She blinked at him while nodding her head.

“That pretty face with those big brown eyes looking at me like you want me to turn you out. Stay still so I can fuck your face with this big dick.” Erik fisted Valentina’s hair to keep her still while his hips propelled his dick in and out of her mouth. She gagged and made gurgling noises around his thick pipe each time he went deeper. Valentina and Erik hadn’t noticed a chick from Delta Sigma Theta sucking dick herself outside of the bedroom door while forcing a glass dildo in and out of her pussy. She had a few towels laid out under her butt to soak up her squirting mess. Speaking of squirting, that was exactly what her pussy was doing. She pulled that cream covered glass dildo out and rubbed her clit to help her pussy squirt. The guy getting his dick sucked palmed the back of her head and forced his dick inside so hard and deeply that her nose touched his pelvis. 

“Can you help me bust a nut before I play all in that pussy? I’m tryna give you this big black dick from the back, you little nasty bitch. Hmph, that's my girl.”

UGHH!” Erik snatched Valentina’s lips from his dick, some of his cum shooting on her cheek before her lips hungrily swallowed him whole again to milk him more. He tasted so damn good. Valentina fingered the cum from her cheek to lick clean. She swallowed cum for the first time. Now she wanted some more but Erik was pulling her up from the floor and walking her over to the bed where he arched her body over it. He didn't waste any time spreading her pussy lips apart to munch on her peach. Instantly, Valentina was a fountain in Erik’s mouth. She squirted and squirted each time he sucked on her clit like it was a never-ending popsicle. That was her weakness. LIcking and tongue-fucking her pussy did that job too but when his full lips wrapped around her clit and labia and sucked she wasn’t herself anymore. 

“Fuck, Daddy, stopppppp uhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” She whimpered with her release. All Erik kept whispering was that she was so wet, so fucking wet, so juicy. 

“Daddy, Daddy, nooooo, umph, Daddy, Umph!!!!!” 

Valentina had Erik’s face between her ass cheeks from how hard she rocked back and forth. Erik slowly but tightly pulled his lips off her clit, finally full with her juices. He wipes his mouth with the back of her hand before rubbing Valentina’s clit. His eyes looked up to see a few chicks in the bedroom, on the bed, rubbing their pussies. They were all eyeing Erik heavily, hoping to have their turn next. They all stared with dripping pussies while finger-fucking and rubbing themselves. It was such an erotic sight. 

“Look what you’ve done,” Erik pops Valentina’s ass, “You got all these bitches in here waiting for me. Look at their fucking faces, come on, do it, bitch,” Erik barked out between clenched teeth while fixing her arch so he could fuck her, “They are so fucking desperate, shit doesn’t make no sense, HOLD THAT PUSSY OPEN WHILE I BEAT IT UP!”

Valentina quickly did what she was told while staring at the women as they moaned and came all over the bed. 

“Yes, Daddy, bang my pussy out,” Valentina begged.

“Can you bang mines out next?” Valentina recognized the face. Her name was Taylor, they had Sophomore English ii together. Tall chick with long lemonade braids in her hair and features that reminded her of Dorothy Dandridge.  A striking beauty. 

“Fuck,” Erik’s dick got harder at that. He grabs Valentina’s cheeks while using his hips to push his dick in. Not only was she wet, but she was also tight too. It felt like a force grabbed hold of his hips to make him push his dick in all the way. It happened so fast, no time for Valentina to get used to him. She clenched him tightly that his dick sank in. She arched further, her head whipping around to give him a dumbstruck look. She was stuffed to the hilt with ten inches of big black dick. 

“Oh my God it’s so thick,” She pants heavily.

All the women around them moaned in unison. A few guys piled into the room to help them out since their pretty pink pussies needed attention from a man and fast. Now, it was like one big orgy. 

“Erik, it’s so big. Daddy, you were right, it’s so huge inside of me! I can’t even move without feeling it in my stomach, Oh! Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh!” She said that each time Erik dug deep. 

“Listen to how her pussy sounds!” A random guy's voice yelled out. 

“Damn, Erik, yo, she’s creaming all over your shit.” 

“Give it to him baby, it’s okay,” A seductive female voice spoke.

“I just love to watch a big dick nigga fuck some black pussy! Ahhh!” 

 It was multiorgasmic. Just hearing other people getting fucked and watching big black dicks swing in her face with Erik grunting and clawing at her hips while he pounded away inside of her gave Valentina a sexual high. A straight-up fuckfest. Dicks, tits, ass, and pussy. You had women who came to these events with the urge to suck dick. You had other chicks who needed their puss ate out so bad to the point that the person sitting next to them were their victims. China was in that room and Valentina caught a glimpse of her grabbing the back of an ASZD member's neck, bringing her face down and in her puss. 

“Look back and watch this dick while I fuck you,” Erik watched as Valentina looked back at him with her sexy eyes that he couldn’t get enough of. 

“Make a mess on this dick, pussy just creaming while you getting fucked. So you like em’ long and thick, huh?”

“Ummm, yesssss,” Valentina loved the way he stretched her.

“You were built for a big dick in you, huh? Show out, ma, show me how much you love the way I treat this good pussy.”

Erik went still while Valentina bounced off his dick. She was fucking him like she was fucking a dildo suctioned to the wall. Erik just bites down on his lip painfully and watched her ass ricochet off of him. Valentina was throwing that ass in a circle on his dick. 

“Yeah that’s right, fuck me hard. You cumming? You gon’ use Daddy’s big dick to make yourself cum? You gon’ use me, ma? Wet fucking pussy, I need all that, use me, uh-huh, mhm, pussy sound wet as fuck too, throw it back on Daddy’s dick baby girl, yes, you the best, baby, fuckkkkk, cum, cum, I bet this feels amazing-”

“OOOOOOOOO, Uhhhhhhhh!”  Valentina’s ass clapped louder than any other chick in that room while she came on Erik’s rigid pole.

“Long strokes only,” He thrust forward so sharp and sudden making Valentina let out a silent scream.

Fuck, I love it. Why your dick so big like this? Why Daddy? W-why?” She shuddered when he hit her hard from the back. 

“Fill her up so good!”

“She got that phatty too!”

“That’s how you work a pussy.”

“All up in that shit.”

 Valentina’s hair was being pulled as her hands reached out in front of her to grab hold of the sheets. Tears streamed down her cheeks while Erik used all his strength to knock her pussy down and into that bed. The headboard smacked against the wall as he chased his release. 

“Look how far it goes in! Mmm”

“Daddy, I love this dick. I’m yours, I’m all yours, fuck me like this all the time, Be a good Daddy and fuck me like a Daddy would. Make me your little slut, yes, Daddy!”

“GODDAYUM oh yeah, baby, take this dick!!!!!” 

Erik was defeated. He slaps Valentina’s ass causing it to sting as his dick rippled and expanded inside of her to shoot his cum into her pussy like he was busting a cap in her. 

“Fuck my dick with your wet pussy baby! Give me your juices on my dick!”

“Umph, I’m coming, Daddy,” She turns onto her back, pulling her legs back and making that pussy laid out for more.

“Come to Daddy then.” Erik put that dick back inside its rightful place sliding in and out that wet puss.

She felt so warm with a belly full of cum. He still wanted more of Valentina. The night was young. She will offer her wet pussy to him as long as he continued to be the best Daddy and fuck her silly. Exactly what she needs.

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[scarlettwitcher]

Big Guy

Request: By @nitelotus: Hi. Noticed you're open for requests. How about for Valentine's day, Geralt one night in a tavern sees his first love and wants to reconnect with her again? Please and thank you.

Summary: Geralt reconnects with his first love and thinks back on their relationship.

Characters: Geralt, Reader, Brief mention of Yennefer and Jaskier

Word Count: 1455

Warnings: Angst, fluff if you squint, flashbacks to memories are italicized, implied frickety frackety

Author’s Note: I’m actually really proud at how fast I got this one out. Here’s my first of many for Geralt. I’m thinking of starting a posting schedule. I haven’t figured it out yet but when I do, I’ll let y’all know. I am in search of betas for some fics, if anyone is open, send me a message! This was beta’d by the beautiful @queenxxxsupreme. I recommend EVERYONE to follow them and show them love for their writing. I am obsessed with it. It’s so good! Requests are open and I’m hoping to have a functioning Masterlist(which will contain the taglists that I have. If you’d like to be added to any list, don’t hesitate to let me know) by tomorrow as well as the first chapter of You’re Mine, Omega! As always, thanks for all the love and any feedback is welcome!

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That scent. 

That terrorizing scent. 

Geralt's senses were plagued with a very familiar scent that he hadn't encountered in years as he stepped into the tavern. In the midst of the dirty, sweaty men and bitter ale, was the sweet scent of vanilla, brown sugar, and rain. A scent that could only belong to one person. One foot inside the tavern, he stopped and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He should've recognized the town, the houses, the people, but his head was elsewhere, thinking about his last meeting with Yennefer, the unfortunate way the relationship ended, and the way he treated Jaskier at the forefront of his thoughts. Taking a few steps forward, he finally sat at the bar, his back to the patrons, and his head down. 

"Hey there big guy." Geralt instantly tensed as he heard her gentle voice calling him her favorite nickname for him. He swallowed thickly and raised his head, his golden eyes locking with her y/e/c eyes. 

"Y/n."

"You know you don't talk too much.. It's kinda creepy."

"Hm."

"There you go again, grunting, like a- like a, I don't know, a bear. Like a big bear. You a bear?"

"Sure, princess." She beamed under his gaze, a blush creeping on her cheeks at the nickname.

Geralt willed the memories away as he watched her, convinced if he looked away she'd disappear once more. None made a move, the tavern full of the idle chattering of the patrons and the occasional cup hitting a wooden table. Y/n decided to break the silence between the two. "I was almost convinced I wouldn't ever see you again. That or you forgot about me." Geralt huffed quietly. They both knew that wasn't true but her soft smile insinuated she was only joking. "And I can see that you're still pretty quiet. How's it been, big guy?" 

"You wouldn't want to know. It's been the same as you remember, worse perhaps.." She bit her lip softly and nodded. She took a deep breath before leaning closer and resting a hand gently on one of his. She swore he relaxed under her touch but said nothing as she rubbed her thumb gently over his calloused knuckles. Her eyes drifted down to their hands, her courage leaving her for a second, knowing she didn't want to see his reaction to her words, scared of what she would see. 

"I've missed you big guy. It's been years. I-" She swallowed thickly as the words left her lips in a shaky whisper. She spent countless nights remembering her time with the Witcher. After the first year passed and he hadn't returned, her hope started to dwindle. By the second year, it was almost faded and by the third year, it was gone. He wasn't going to return to her. It all felt like a dream to her.

"I missed you too princess." Y/n's eyes immediately jumped up to his and no more words needed to be said. Everything Geralt was feeling, he conveyed to her through his eyes. 

"Y-you what?" Y/n was standing in front of Geralt, looking up at him. He was a good foot taller than her, if not more and she had to crane her neck back to see him. He always teased her about her height, loving how riled up she always got. He was watching her every reaction. He listened to the way her heart rate quickened, her shallow breaths, the way her eyes widened at his confession. He reached a tentative hand up gently and cupped her cheek before tracing his finger down to her chin, making her look up into his eyes. 

"I love you."

Geralt smiled gently as he brought his hand up to her cheek, bringing the back of his fingers gently across her skin. It was almost as if time had stopped and they were the only two people in the room. He brought his hand back down moving his pointer finger under her chin, tilting her head back just a bit as he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip. It took Geralt a second to realize he was touching the woman who really had his heart. He could replay the moment he met her over and over in his head.

"Hey, uh, is that your horse?" Geralt watched the rather small woman approach him as she pointed to Roach. He only grunted in response before nodding. He watched her smile brightly as she neared the pair, standing next to him to watch the horse. "Can I pet 'em?" Geralt eyed her and sighed, while nodding. He watched her beam with excitement as she reached up, scratching Roach's nose gently and then moving to the neck to scratch the horse in a lovingly manner. Roaches huffed at the girl and nudged her shoulder playfully. Geralt watched silently, curiosity getting the better of him. His horse was never this kind to anyone. "I'm Y/n, by the way."

"Geralt."

"Well, Geralt, welcome to our small town. My family owns the only tavern and inn in town so if you need food and a place to stay, you know where to go." She pointed to a large farm house across the street before leaning into Roach, whispering something and rubbing their nose once more before leaving towards the farm house. Geralt watched her walk away with furrowed brows before grumbling to himself quietly. He had noticed her scent and was rather captivated by it but chose to ignore it. 

After grabbing a room and preparing for a bath, he was only able to strip off his shirt before he heard a soft knock at his door. The scent from earlier in the day flooded his senses and he knew who was at the door. He opened it and looked down at her expectantly. "Hey there Geralt. I've just come to bring you some towels for if you wanted to bathe and some blankets since it can get chilly at nights." 

"Hm."

Y/n looked at him, an unreadable expression on her face, before continuing. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"... No. This is fine. Thank you."

"No problem, big guy." With that, she took her leave, leaving an irritated Witcher in her wake. 

The third time he bumped into her was an accident, or in this case, her falling on him was an accident. Y/n was working at the tavern as a server and maid for the patrons to help her father. She had a few mugs of ale in her hands and had placed them on the table for the men that ordered them. One of them tried to flirt with her and even went as far as grabbing her, and in her haste to get away, she tripped on her dress… and fell on the Witcher's lap. He quickly caught her, wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her tightly against him. She looked up at him with wide eyes but he wasn't looking at her, he was glaring at the men who had touched you. Before long, punches were thrown and the men took the fight outside the tavern. Y/n could only watch in horror as five men went against Geralt by himself. But her worries were silenced when she watched him handle himself well. By the end, all the men were on the floor, bloodied and unconscious. She took him to her home after that and cared for his wounds from the fight. 

"Thank you for what you did." 

"They didn't have a right to touch you."

"I know.. Just comes with the job."

"Hm."

"You grunt a lot Big guy." This earned her a small huff and she just shook her head as she finished cleaning him up. If Geralt was totally honest, he really loved the nickname. He could sense the kindness behind the words and he would never say it but he knew he would only ever allow the woman in front of him to call him that. 

Y/n watched him for a few seconds, truly admiring the man. She was standing between his legs and she slowly reached a hand up to cup his jaw, soaking in all of the details of his face. Geralt watched her silently. He unconsciously moved a hand so it was gripping one of her thighs. Not before long, did he have her in his lap, and minutes after, sprawled out on her bed, under him. 

And that was how they spent their time together. Before either realized, months had passed and they both had fallen deeply in love with each other.

"Let's go home." 

"I'd like that very much princess."

*~*

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[ragingbookdragon]

Forging Paths PT. 6

Batsis Story!

A/N: Okay, right next to the ending, this was my favorite part to write. Catharsis is what this is y’all. And even if I’m cringing, I’m proud of this. -Thorne <3

In the twenty-seven years that (Y/N) had been alive; she had only seen her father's wrath a handful of times. The first, when she was ten and blindly put herself in harm's way to protect him.

 The second, when she was nineteen and Jason was fourteen, and they took a joyride all the way to Panama City in Bruce's brand-new Maserati GranTurismo.

 The third, when she was twenty-one, and a screaming match occurred between them over who was to blame for the death of a brother and a son. 

The fourth and final, was when she was twenty-three, and she stared down her father's cold fury as she left Gotham City for good. Yes, (Y/N) had seen her father's anger, and she no doubt expected to see it once more when he returned to the cave. Upon arrival, she immediately took in the sight of injured Tim sitting on an examination table, with the other's gathered around. Hurrying over, she saw Alfred stitching up a bullet wound in his right shoulder. "What happened Tim?" He kept his eyes downwards, looking at the mug he'd been holding, a grimace on his face. Jason leaned over and spoke to her.

"We got to the bank after dropping Penguin off at GCPD, and Timbers was in the manager's office, putting antibiotic in his wound. Two-Face got him when he wasn't paying attention. I told Dick to take him back to the cave and I'd go after Two-Face." She glanced over at Dick who'd been assisting Alfred.

"And where is Two-Face now?" Jason finally looked at her.

"Sitting next to Penguin at GCP- Holy shit what happened to you!?" At Jason's outburst, all eyes moved to (Y/N) who leaned over to look in the mirror hanging in the medical room. Dried blood was smeared across the majority of her neck and face. Alfred, who'd been focusing on Tim, began expressing concern.

"Ms. (Y/N), why are you covered in blood?! Master Dick go get a rag and some antiseptic and start helping her." Dick went to go wet a rag, and (Y/N) waved them off.

"Don't worry about me, it's not my blood." At this, everyone stopped and stared at her. Jason's face morphing into a look of concern.

"(Y/N), what did you do?" She took the rag from Dick and began wiping the blood from her face.

"I survived. That's what I did." Jason's face dropped.

"Did you do what I think you did?" She looked at him and gave a small smile.

"Don't worry about me little brother. I can handle him." The four men in front of her all shared a look, before Tim spoke up.

"Yeah, I'm all glad we're concerned about (Y/N), but I'm still in pain. Can somebody do something about that?" Jason reached over in flicked him in the forehead.

"I can step on your foot and you'll forget about your shoulder." Tim reared up and eyed him irritated.

"Jason that makes no sense." Jason rolled his eyes and threw the towel he'd been holding at Tim's head, before grabbing (Y/N)'s arm and pulling her off to the side.

"What happened out there?" (Y/N) looked down, reluctant to explain anything, until Jason placed a hand on her shoulder. "(Y/N). What happened?" His pleading tone cut through her and she sighed.

"There were three warehouses at the complex. Damian took the first, I took the second, and Bruce took the third. When I got in, I took down the guards, but their leader got the better of me and I started getting the shit choked out of me. I did the only thing I could do. I defended myself. Next thing I know, I'm on a roof getting told I had to come back here and that I wasn't a part of the mission anymore." What started off as an explanation, ended in an angered rant. (Y/N) closed her eyes and dipped her head back, inhaling slowly, then exhaling, trying to calm the simmered fury. Jason placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I believe that whatever decision you made, you made it knowing it was the best you could've." She opened her eyes and stared at him; he smiled back at her. "I'm always on your side big sis." He opened his arms, and she leaned in, wrapping hers around his waist.

"What would I do without you kid brother?" He thought for a moment.

"Crash and Burn." She snorted and pulled away, whacking him in the ribs.

"Supernatural reference? Really Jason?" He shrugged.

"What? It's a great show." She turned and went to the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of water.

"Yeah, cause you think you're like Dean." He placed his hands on his hips and responded.

"I'm not like Dean, Dean's like me. I'm better than Dean." She rolled her eyes and sat down at the table, propping her feet up.

"Just keep telling yourself that wayward son." His eyes crinkled at the name and he went to sit beside her, when the Batmobile pulled into the cave. He glanced at her and watched her sit up, a hard look in her eye. Damian got out first and went to change out of his uniform, eyeing (Y/N) as he walked by. Jason moved to her side and listened as she began to take steady breaths. She looked up at him, eyes clear, and he grinned down at her and quipped,

"Out of the frying pan." She snorted and stood up, smirking at him.

"And into the fire." Moving to the center of the room, she stood waiting for him to arrive.

He walked slowly to meet her and she could see the anger in his eyes as he removed his cowl. He stopped a few yards away from her and stood up straight. Jason might be tall, but Bruce was taller. He stared down at her, jaw set firmly. From a distance, one would've thought they were just staring at the other, but in reality, this was a silent battle of who was going to give first. He did; he always did. "Mind explaining why you decided to deliberately disobey my orders tonight?" The way he spoke to her, that condescending, holier-than-thou attitude, made her blood boil, but she wasn't ready to give in yet, instead choosing a tone of almost humorous apathy.

"No, not really." Wrong answer. She thought, as he took a menacing step towards her, face hardening.

"Excuse me? What did you just say to me?" She took a step forward too and crossed her arms.

"I don't particularly believe I owe you an explanation for what happened tonight, and frankly, I don't even think you deserve one." She watched the fire rage in his eyes, and felt a deep satisfaction at being the person who was pouring gasoline into it.

"It doesn't matter what you believe or what you think, the fact of the matter is, you murdered someone tonight." She rolled her eyes but stood her ground.

"No, I defended myself tonight." He reared back, almost disgusted.

"By killing someone!? That's not defense (Y/N)!" She would've flinched at him, but she had long ago grown out of being afraid of him.

"When someone has his hands wrapped around my throat, you better fucking believe that's a damn sure way to defend yourself!" By now, everyone had all but gathered around the two of the screaming family members, watching a long-anticipated eruption occur. "I made a choice tonight to kill someone who was hell-bent on killing me! I don't believe I'm in the fault here! But just because I'm your fucking kid and I killed someone, it's just eating you up inside isn't it?! But it's not even that! It's because I am the only person you can't indoctrinate with your twisted sense of moral justice and it drives you up the fucking wall!" He was seething now, his words twisting a knife deeper into her.

"Yes! Because that's not how I raised you!" (Y/N) watched red color everything thing she saw.

"News Flash Dad, you didn't raise me! I raised myself! I pulled myself out of the goddamned gutter and rose to where I stand right now! I did that! Not you!" She was almost hysterical at this point, fury burning brighter than the sun.

"You're saying that I didn't raise you?! That I didn't take care of you?! Me?! Your father?!" (Y/N) didn't know what happened, but something inside her snapped, and the next thing she knew she was launching herself at him, punches and kicks flying.

"My father?! You've never been a fucking father to me! You've always acted like a strict teacher, but never a father! You're a damn disgrace to good men who call themselves fathers! How dare you claim that you cared about me?!" The pain in her hands and feet let her know she landed some blows, until a well-placed kick to her torso sent her flying back, rolling a few feet on the ground. She rose and began to run at him again when Jason wrapped his arms around her middle, locking her arms to her chest. (Y/N) resisted, but the sound of Jason shushing her silently broke the dam inside and hot, angry tears rolled down her cheeks. The strength left her body and she let Jason lower her down until they were sitting on the floor, her sitting curled up between his legs. She stared beyond the tears at Bruce, voice thick with despondence and pain. "You never cared about me. You've never cared about any of us. You never have, and you never will. We're just pawns to you in this stupid war on crime." She was sobbing now, barely able to get the words out. "I have always tried to be good enough for you. To be a good daughter. But it is never enough. Nothing ever pleases you." She sucked in a deep breath, and calmed herself enough to speak, and looked at him, voice dripping with loathing. "I hate you." Bruce's eyes went wide as he stared at her. "I hate you so much. I hate your name, I hate your house, I hate everything you stand for, and sure as hell I hate the fact that I am related to you. You are a poor excuse for a man and a father." Everyone's faces morphed into shock at the contemptible confession. (Y/N) let the rest of her pent-up emotions flow free and she rested her head back on Jason's shoulder and allowed her broken sobs to echo in the cave.

When (Y/N) came to, she was laying in an unfamiliar bed. Sitting up quickly, she glanced around the room, until her eyes rested on a snoring Jason. She didn't remember what happened after her meltdown, all she remembered was someone carrying her. Jason must've brought me to his apartment in the narrows. She looked over and saw her gear resting on the dresser. Careful, not to wake him up, she got out of bed and started slipping it on. Once she was dressed, she pulled the sheet off the bed and draped it over his sleeping form, taking note of the half empty bottle of vodka next to him. She huffed a laugh. Guess little brother needed a break from his feelings too. She thought. Rummaging around, she found a piece of paper and a pen, jotting down a few lines on the paper before folding it and placing it where he'd see it when he woke up. Walking into the kitchen she pulled a glass from his cabinets and filled it with water, picking up the bottle of aspirin on the way back. Placing them beside the note she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his temple, freezing when he moved, but only to groan and roll onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. See you around sometime kid-brother. She thought as she smiled at him. Standing up, she took in one last view of the apartment before heading to the window. Cracking it open, she leaned out and shut it behind her. (Y/N) climbed up to the roof and sat on the ledge, looking out at the city as it began to wake up. Golden rays appeared over the outlines of buildings as the sun rose. She felt empty, but it was a good kind of empty. Like everything she'd been holding onto was finally gone. She may have burned a bridge to the ground, but she felt relieved by it. And as she watched the sunrise, she looked down at the city and for the first time since she was sixteen, she thought,

You know, in this light? Gotham doesn't look so bad after all.

[loveisblindfanfictionbka]

Love Is Blind: Chapter Twenty-Three

Chris turned over in the bed and frowned as he felt an empty space next to him. Robyn had to have been gone for a minute because the sheet was cold. He ran his hand over his head before he climbed out of the bed. Slipping his feet into a pair of slippers and pulling a t-shirt over his head, Chris made his way out of the bedroom. The smell of bacon hit his nose as he reached the top of the stairs. He quickly made his way to the kitchen and walked in just as Robyn pulled a pan of muffins out of the oven. He cleared his throat and Robyn smiled over at him, “a little early for you, ain’t it?”

Robyn chuckled, “Good morning Babe. I figured I’d make breakfast since I was up anyway. Did I wake you?”

“No. I rolled over to cuddle you and the bed was empty. I got nervous.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry. I’m good. Just wanted to do something nice, that’s all.”

“It smells good.”

“Thank you. I was gonna bring some upstairs to you so we could eat together before the kids woke up.”

“We can still make that happen. What do you still need to do?”

“Just make the plates and put the rest in the oven to keep warm for the kids.”

“I can help.”

“You don't have to do that, Babe.”

“I want to.”

Chris walked over to her and kissed her lips, “thank you for this.”

“You haven’t even eaten yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. The intent is enough for me.”

Robyn smiled as she leaned in to kiss him, “you are trouble.”

Chris chuckled as he moved over to the sink and washed his hands, “point me to where I need to be.”

Within a few minutes, they were sitting on the enclosed back porch, eating breakfast. Robyn cut a piece of pancake and dipped into the small puddle of syrup on the side of her plate then held it out to Chris. He ate the piece then kissed her cheek.

“Eww...now I got syrup on my face.”

“I can always lick it off.”

“Nope. You just trying to be fresh now.”

Chris laughed as he sat his own plate on the nearby coffee table. He took Robyn’s plate from her and set it next to his on the table before grabbing her around the waist to pull her into his lap. Robyn giggled as she settled back against his chest, “what are you doing now?”

“I just want to hold you, that’s all.”

“Well then let me turn around.”

Robyn got up then turned around to saddle Chris’s lap. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his hands on the top of her butt. Robyn put her arms around his neck and pecked his lips, “much better.”

“Now who’s being the troublemaker?”

Robyn giggled as she pressed her forehead against his, “what’s our plans for today?”

“You keep moving in my lap like this, I’ma turn on some cartoons for the kids and lock you up in our bedroom for a few hours.”

“You are silly. I’m serious.”

“Depends on if you wanna stay on the grounds or go exploring.”

“We can go out for the day.”

“Ok, there’s a zoo I think the kids will love, then we can just wing it from there.”

“Works for me.”

“Mommy! Daddy! Look at the baby goat,” Anesa exclaimed as the park attendant led her into the animal gate. The attendant handed Chris a  plastic sandwich bag full of food pellets. Chris poured a small amount in Anesa’s palm and instructed her to hold out her hand, “just wait a second and the goat will come to you. Just remain calm, Nesa.”

Anesa steadied her hand just as the goat came to sniff at her palm. The animal moved tentatively closer before he began nibbling at the pellets. Anesa held her other hand to her mouth as she giggled. Robyn smiled as she snapped a few pictures of the moment, “Nesa Boo, watch your hand near his mouth.”

“Yes Mommy.”

Chris glanced over at Robyn before leaning over to kiss her temple. “You seem to be enjoying this as much as the kids are.”

“Anesa is loving it. Christian has been asleep this entire time.”

Chris chuckled as he peeked under the blanket covering the carrier affixed to the front of Robyn’s body. Christian was fast asleep with his thumb in his mouth.

“I hope that doesn’t become a habit,” Chris murmured as he kissed the baby’s forehead then placed the blanket back over his head.

“He’ll be alright. You think of where we’re going to eat lunch?”

Chris shrugged as he poured more food pellets into Anesa’s hand, “depends on what you would like to eat. There’s a couple steak places we can try.”

“Sounds good.”

“You know what you want to do tomorrow?”

“Depends on what we do tonight.”

Chris raised his brow in shock and Robyn laughed, “are you starting with me because it’s too early for you to be starting with me?”

“It is never too early, Christopher.”

“If that’s the case, steak restaurant has been scratched from the plans.”

“What? We still have to eat.”

“Oh we’re gonna eat, just not in a restaurant.”

“So what are you saying?”

“You know exactly what I’m saying especially since I can’t say it out loud.”

Robyn laughed as she leaned into his shoulder, “and you call me a troublemaker.”

“You started that first.”

“Whatever.”

“Daddy, I need more food,” Anesa said as she made her way back to the fence. Chris poured the last bit of pellets into her hand, “alright Love Bug, after this we’re gonna see a few more animals then go eat dinner.”

“Can we have pizza, Daddy?”

“Sure. We’ll pick up some pizza on the way. Anything else?”

“And ice cream?”

“We’ll get some ice cream to go too.”

“Yay! Thank you!”

Anesa kissed his cheek before running back over to the attendant to feed the baby goat she was standing with.

                                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Robyn hummed as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a plush towel around her waist then another around her head. Just as she opened the closet door, her phone rang. She grabbed it and slid over the answer button, “hello?”

“Hey Sis.”

“Le, what’s going on?”

“Nothing much. Just bored and pregnant,” Leandra replied, “you?”

“About to get dressed. Just got out the shower.”

“Oh ok.”

“Something wrong?”

“No. Max is at work and Maxwell is asleep so it’s just me up right now.”

“Well it’s still early, there’s nothing on TV?”

“I’ve watched all the shows, I swear and Netflix is no damn help.”

Robyn chuckled, “I’m sorry. I wish I could help.”

“But you can’t. Where’s my brother?”

“He’s making us a late dinner. We’ve been out at the zoo with the kids all day.”

“That’s so cute. How are they?”

“They’re good. They both went down pretty easy so I hopefully they stay sleep.”

“Hope so too. Their parents need to work on getting their groove back.”

“It is not like that.”

“Well it should be. Y’all got almost a year of fucking to make up for.”

“Leandra!”

“What? You know I’m right.”

“I cannot with you.”

“But you can with your husband.”

“He is not my-”

“Girl, whatever. Tell somebody who doesn't know any better. He proposed yet?”

“No. We both know we aren’t ready to go there yet.”

“You mean you aren’t ready to go there.”

“Same thing.”

“Not exactly.”

“Le.”

“What? I need something to do and planning your wedding would be perfect so hurry the hell up.”

“If we do get married again, I’m not having a wedding.”

“What? Why?”

“We’ve already did that part. It wouldn’t be about that anyway.”

“At least let me plan a reception.”

“There’s nothing to plan, Le.”

“Well hurry up so there can be. This pregnancy is driving me insane.”

“How is my niece or nephew?”

“They are fine.”

“They as in you aren’t telling us the gender yet or they as in there’s more than one?”

“There’s more than one.”

“You’re having twins? Yes!”

“I am petrified.”

“Why?”

“What the hell am I going to do with two babies? That’s too much.”

“It’s just perfect. Le, you’re gonna do fine.”

“All I know is my uterus is closed for business. I am getting my tubes tied after this.”

“Whatever works for you.”

“And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Any more babies?”

“No. I don’t want to go through anymore surgeries right now but I’m definitely not having anymore kids. That last pregnancy took me out.”

“I understand. Well you and Christopher better be careful.”

“We are very careful.”

“So what’s the plan for tonight?”

“Far as I know, just dinner but he always has something up his sleeve.”

“Well I’ma let you get to it. When you coming back?”

“Probably Monday. He has a class on Tuesday.”

“Cool.”

“I’ll take Tuesday off and bring the kids by to check on you. I need to see that belly.”

“Oh God, don’t mention the belly. I am so fucking fat.”

Robyn laughed, “I love you Le.”

“Love you too, Sis. Enjoy your night.”

“I will. And you get some sleep, please.”

“Will do. Bye Sis.”

“Bye Le.”

Robyn hung up and tossed her phone back on the bed. She squeezed the towel that was wrapped around her hair before pulling it off and tossing it into the hamper. She moved to ruffle through the outfits she had hanging in the closet and decided on a short spaghetti strap dress. It was fitted without being tight, giving her a modicum of comfort. Tossing the hanger with the dress on it on the bed, she grabbed her body cream and sat down on the bed to put it on. 

“Underwear or no underwear?” she murmured to herself. 

After a few moments, she held the dress up to her body in the mirror then slipped it over her head. She turned to see her backside and smirked, “definitely no underwear.”

“There you are. I was getting ready to come upstairs and get you,” Chris remarked as Robyn walked into the kitchen.

“I had to take a shower. I felt all sticky from being outside all day.”

“Not a problem. I like that dress. It’s cute.”

“Thank you. I didn’t want to get too fancy since we weren’t leaving the house.”

“You’re beautiful in absolutely anything.”

“I could put on a garbage bag and you’d probably say that.”

“Probably be the sexiest garbage bag I’ve ever seen.”

Robyn laughed as she leaned into his side. Chris wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her temple, “you ready to eat?”

“What are we having, Master Chef?”

“We are having honey glazed salmon, roasted asparagus with crispy garlic smashed potatoes and sparkling grape juice since you can’t drink alcohol yet.”

“That’s the dinner we had on the day you proposed to me. You really cooked or did you order?”

“I cooked. It was one of the first dishes I wanted to learn how to make when I took cooking classes as one of my therapy assignments.”

“Now I feel like I should’ve dressed up a bit more.”

“You look perfect. I really do like that dress.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. I’m not dressed up either.”

Robyn gave him a long look then smiled up at him, “definitely a bit more dressed up than me. Is that another shirt that I bought?”

“The one when we went on vacation to Italy.”

“We went on a lot of trips that first year.”

“We did. We never made it to the Maldives though.”

“We could always go when we get the chance. Probably once the babies are older”

“We don’t have to wait. Winter break is always a good time to go.”

“I don’t know if I’ll want to be that far from them just yet.”

“Such a Mommy.”

Robyn chuckled as she nudged his shoulder, “you made me one.”

“I did. You ready to eat?”

“Yes Sir.”

Chris pulled out a chair from the dining table and Robyn sat down. He moved to the oven and started to put the serving platters of food on the table. He poured juice into their wine classes before taking his seat perpendicular to Robyn’s seat. She carefully smoothed the wrinkles from the table cloth, “Chris?”

“Yes?”

“Are you gonna propose to me again?”

“Not tonight.”

“Ok.”

“You really don’t have to worry about me springing a proposal on you every time I do something fancy. I just wanted to remember how much fun we had the first time. Just some nostalgia. That’s all.”

“Ok.”

 “I’m starting to think that you’re warming up to this marriage thing.”

Robyn shrugged, “it’s not as scary as it was to me.”

“That’s good. As long as you’re thinking about it.”

“I don’t want to but-”

“You so nervous I’m gonna propose all the time, you can’t not think about it.”

“I guess you could say that.”

Chris laughed as he rubbed the back of her hand, “you know you could definitely start calling me your husband, It could ease your anxiety.”

“Or make it worse.”

“Really? Why?”

“That makes it sound real.”

“It is real, Ms. Fenty-Brown.”

Robyn rolled her eyes as Chris emphasized the “Brown” on the end of her last name, “I carry your name still, I remember.”

“Exactly so I don’t know why you acting like this is so brand new to you”

“I haven’t had a husband in eight years, Christopher.”

“Physically. Emotionally is a totally different thing.”

Robyn rolled her eyes, “you love your semantics, don’t you?”

“When they highlight truth, yes.”

Robyn laughed, “can you just fix my plate so we can eat?”

“Are you claiming defeat, Robyn?”

“I am officially waving the white flag. For now.”

Chris smiled as he leaned over and kissed her lips, “you are so stubborn.”

“You don’t have on underwear,” Chris remarked in slight disbelief as he ran his hands down Robyn’s backside. She was straddling his lap as they sat on the enclosed back porch. It had become their pseudo spot while they were at the cabin.

Robyn laughed as she shifted her weight in his lap, “I’m surprised it took you so long to notice.”

“That ass been jiggling all night, I just assumed you had on a thong or something. You don’t usually go commando.”

She shrugged as she rubbed the back of her neck, “Just in the mood, I guess.”

“You’ve been rubbing your neck all night. You ok?”

“It just feels a little stiff,” she noticed Chris’s body language change, “not like that. I’m not having another seizure, promise. I think I slept on it wrong.”

“Let me see,” Chris replied as he carefully cupped the sides of her neck. He gently massaged each side using just his fingertips. Robyn groaned in satisfaction as she let her neck relax back into his hands. Chris chuckled lightly, “lean forward for me, Baby.”

Robyn leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Chris’s. He smiled, “Hi.”

“Hi Boyfriend.”

“Stubborn ass.”

Robyn laughed then kissed his lips.

“Just close your eyes and relax. You’re really tense around your shoulders.”

Robyn moved to press her cheek to his as Chris continued to gently massage around her neck and shoulders. He carefully tapped his fingertips along her spine and she sighed shakily. Chris continued for a few more minutes, “feel better?”

“I see why massages always end in sex.”

Chris laughed, “why you say that?”

“It’s sexual as hell.”

“Or you’re just kinky as hell and like me wrapping my hand around your neck.”

“That could be it too.”

Chris laughed again as he shifted Robyn in his lap, “how about we take advantage of the jacuzzi and I give you a real massage afterwards?”

“That sounds good.”

“Good.”

“Oh my god,” Robyn moaned as she leaned back against the jacuzzi wall, “Babe, we need one of these at the house.”

“You really want one because I’ll get it for you.”

“You don’t have to be so sweet all the time, Christopher.”

“I’m just saying that I have no problem getting one installed for you.”

“Thank you but I’m just being extra.”

Chris shrugged, “Sit up so I can sit behind you.”

Robyn scooted forward as Chris climbed into the tub behind her. She rested her back against his chest and Chris settled his arms over her shoulders, “what did you put in it here? It smells good.”

“It’s bath oil. Helps soften the skin and it smells good.”

“I’m starting to think you’ve done this before.”

“Google is man’s best friend.”

“What else has Google gave you an idea about?”

“Now if I told you that, I wouldn’t be able to surprise you anymore.”

“Now that, I doubt.”

Robyn shifted against his midsection and Chris groaned before he could catch himself, “I’m sorry, Baby. Did I hurt you?”

“The opposite.”

“Oh well then,” She pressed closer and could his erection resting against her back, “it would be very easy to do something about that.”

“I didn’t do this for that.”

“Never said you did but I’m definitely doing this for that.”

She carefully moved his arms to settle on the edge of the jacuzzi as she carefully turned around to straddle his waist. She stroked his erection for a few moments before she sat on it in one quick drop.”

“Shiii-” Chris hissed through clenched teeth. Robyn giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “feel better?”

“You are dangerous, Woman.”

“And you feel so good right now.”

“I haven’t moved yet.”

“You really don’t have to. You are settled in the perfect spot.”

“Sometimes I think you like him more than me.”

“I wouldn’t want him without you. My heart and body don't work that way.”

“Glad to hear it. May I move now?”

“Yes.”

Chris grabbed her hips and started to push upward as she pressed down. The pace soon quickened and water started to slosh over the side of the tub. Robyn tucked her face into his neck and bit down on his skin. 

“Damn it, you feel so good,” Robyn murmured as she gripped the edge of the tub and Chris slid into her from behind. This guttural moan slipped from between his lips as their skin smacked against each other and more water sloshed around them. 

“Oh God, Chris, I’m cumming.”

“I’m right there. Come with me, Baby.”

“Mmmm….I can feel it.”

“I’m right here. Just let it go. I got you.”

“Oh MY GOD!”

Robyn bit down on her lip as she felt her body start to convulse. Chris gripped her body tightly around her waist and leaned into her as he felt her walls tighten and her lose grip. He lifted her up and held her back against his chest as the tremors continued through her body. He murmured soft words against her ear as he waited for her body to calm itself, “Just breathe for me, Sweetie. Just deep breaths.”

Her breathing started to slow. Her body started to relax. Chris pressed a palm to her stomach and to her chest, carefully measuring her heartbeat.

“There you go, Sweetie. Nice and easy.”

A few moments passed and Chris kissed her cheek, “you ok?”

“I’m ok.” Robyn replied softly, “I didn’t expect it to hit me like that.”

“I’m just glad I know the difference between your orgasms and your seizures.”

Robyn giggled as she took a few breaths, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. That’s exactly what we both needed.”

“I don’t want to make you nervous about stuff like this.”

“I’m not nervous. I know I have to be prepared for the unexpected. You’re worrying too much.”

Chris kissed her cheek then turned her face to look at him, “I’m not nervous. I’m not scared. I’d never intend to fuck you into a seizure but I won’t be embarrassed if I do.”

Robyn pinched his side and Chris yelped, “OUCH! What was that for?”

“For being conceited.”

“I am not conceited. I am confident in my abilities as I should be.”

“There you go with your semantics again.”

Chris laughed as he kissed her lips, “I love you, Wife.”

“Whatever, Boyfriend.”

“Stubborn ass.”

Robyn laughed as she pulled his arms around her to hold her tight, “we might need to get out, the water is getting cold.”

“In a minute. I like holding you like this.”

Robyn smiled as she rested her head on his chest. 

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Penny for Your Thoughts

So I saw an ask on my good sis @honeychicanawrites page (if y’all don’t follow her already please do because her writing is 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾❤️❤️ *chef’s kiss* AMAZING!!! She’s so wonderful and deserves all the love💕💕!!) from @damnitaa mentioning football player Chris with a buzzcut, and not only was I shook by this image (whew chile the flavorrr🥰!!!) but I soon got inspo for an imagine based off of it and I hope you guys like it☺️! I also had song inspo from “I Know You” by Craig David ft. Bastille and if you guys want to check it out I highly recommend it, it’s one of my faves!

Pairing: QB!Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: Mentions of cheating, drinking, same old fluff as usual💕

Swallowing the last of his third beer, he gently slides the glass bottle to the side raising his hand just enough to get the attention of the owner/cook so he could get him another one.

He could already hear his coach’s booming voice yelling “if you guys want to drink and party go ahead, but know you won’t win any championships!” from the sidelines during practice tomorrow. Was that gonna stop him from indulging in more of the bitter liquid though. No chance.

“Alright kid, I’m cutting you off after this one.”

“C’mon-,”

“Nope if I let you keep going you’re gonna drink out my whole supply,” Paulie chuckles, lightly smacking his shoulder before going back to ESPN behind the counter.

Hearing the ding of the bell from the front door, the click of heels and a soft voice divert Chris’ attention away from the latest headlines to the stranger sitting at the counter.

“There’s my girl! How you been? You haven’t come see me in a while, I was starting to take it personal.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with work and school. I promise to come see you more often,” you smile as he sets a plastic cup in front of you.

“Okay now, I’m holding you to that. I don’t want you coming in here when I’m 80 years old saying ‘long time no see’,” he replies making you giggle. “What can I get you sweetheart?”

“I’ll just have some fruit and a water.”

“Alright you got it,” he smiles before disappearing in the back.

He tried not to, but Chris couldn’t stop glancing in your direction. All he could really see was the back of your head and partially the side of your face, but you seemed familiar to him. And your voice only made that familiar feeling strengthen as he searched his brain for the answer.

Well the best he could feeling the buzz of the alcohol start to set in.

“Here you go, fruit but with no strawberries since you don’t trust them and your water.”

“Thank you Paulie!,” you smile immediately grabbing your fork to dig into the colorful contents. “So how are they treating you at that job on campus?”

“My coworkers are fine but some of the customers make you want to scream with their complicated orders-,”

“Starbucks girl!,” Chris shouts accidentally making you jump and Paulie look at him like he was crazy.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be loud, I was just trying to figure out where I knew you from and I just remembered,” he responds with a nervous smile.

“It’s okay. I’ve been there before, just maybe not as loud though,” you softly laugh going back to your fruit.

Motioning him to sit at the counter, Chris shakes his head no fearing he’ll embarrass himself more than he already has. Plus he didn’t want to intrude if you were trying to have a peaceful night to yourself.

“You’ll have to excuse Chris here. He’s been hit in the ole noggin more than enough times,” Paulie jokes making you giggle.

“I have not! Well okay I have, but that’s not why- you know what, let’s just start over,” he says waving his hands to stop everything. “Hey you look familiar, where do I know you from?”

“Well I go to school at Boston College, so you might’ve seen me around campus. Or you might’ve seen me at Starbucks since I work there.”

“That’s where I know you from! I go there all the time,” he smiles propping his head on his hand and making you laugh.

A comfortable silence falling over the both of you, Chris takes a drink of his last beer of the night watching the man on television talk about the upcoming NFL season as you retrieve a book from your bag.

Taking another glance at you, he notices the circular frames now on your face as you remove the plastic bookmark and eyes follow the words on the paper in front of you. Respectfully eyeing your outfit, his interest now peaks as he sets his beer down in front of him.

“Sorry if I sound intrusive, but I feel like you weren’t supposed to be here tonight.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“From your outfit and how that’s definitely not a first choice for someone who wants to come to a diner at 11pm on a Friday night just to read,” he smirks.

“Maybe I’m different then,” you reply matching his smirk and making him softly chuckle. “But you would be right. I was supposed to be meeting my friend at Scenic for drinks, but her boyfriend called last minute and I’m sure you can guess where that left me.”

“That sucks,” he answers taking another swig.

“Yea I’m a little mad, but also I know that’s her boyfriend and they want to spend time together so I feel like I just have to deal,” you shrug. “And if you don’t mind me asking what brings Make A Way Evans here on a Friday night by himself?”

“For the lovely company of my man Paulie of course,” he smiles raising his bottle to the middle aged man who gave him a tip of his hat in return as he leans against the counter.

“Oh of course, everyone knows Paulie’s the best,” you add with a giggle as he winks at you.

“But before I came here, I was planning on surprising my girlfriend with a present. Turns out we were both surprised from me finding her in bed with my best friend and teammate.”

Eyes now serious and painful as he looks down at the table, his fingers tap against the dark glass in his hands. You immediately wanted to hug him and tell him he would be okay although he might not feel it right now, but restrained yourself knowing it might be a bit weird.

“I’m so sorry that happened Chris.”

“It’s alright, I’ll get over it. Better yet, I’ll ‘make a way’,” he sarcastically smiles finishing his drink.

“Hey I know we don’t really know each other, and you’re probably not in the mood to talk, but if you are, I don’t mind.”

“Nah it’s ok, I don’t want to take away from your reading time.”

“I’ve actually read this book before so I’m not missing anything,” you smile tucking one of your long twists behind your ear. “Like I said though I completely understand if you don’t want a stranger knowing all your business.”

“Well I’ve pretty much already done that,” he chuckles standing to his feet and making his way to the barstool beside you. White sneakers squeaking against the floor, his dark grey long sleeve shirt clung onto his defined chest and arms as his jeans almost looked to be skinny ones from how they fit on his muscular legs. Necklace resting ever so perfectly around his neck, you knew the girlfriend must’ve been crazy to cheat on such a specimen.

“The only thing missing now though is your name.”

“Y/N,” you answer as he stuck out his hand which you joined with yours.

“There, now we’re not strangers anymore.”

For the next few hours you both talked about any and everything that came to mind from classes to sports to your favorite movies. Noticing your lack of a Boston accent, he asked where you were from, which then led to both of you talking about your childhoods. You guys could’ve stayed there talking forever, but Paulie had to close so he could get some rest before coming back for the lunch crowd.

Having walked to the diner since his apartment was only a couple of blocks away, he planned on doing the same to get back but you refused to let him from how late it was and offered to drive him home.

“I’ll be fine there’s no one out there.”

“That you know of,” you replied making him roll his eyes.

“Listen to her kid, she’s only trying to look out for you,” Paulie added as the three of you stood outside while he locked the door.

“Fine if you insist,” he jokingly groans following you to your car once you both told Paulie goodbye.

Within 15 minutes you were parked in front of his place standing on the passenger side to make sure he exited the car okay.

“I promise I’m not that drunk, I can walk perfectly fine,” he chuckles closing the door and meeting you at the front of your car.

“Hey I’m just being a responsible chauffeur and making sure you enter your place in one piece sir.”

“Well thank you I appreciate it,” he smiles walking close beside you.

“Oh watch your-,” you began trying to warn about the upcoming step only to be brought to the ground with Chris landing with an “oof” on top of him.

“Sure you’re not that drunk?,” you ask with a smirk.

“Yes I just accidentally tripped I promise,” he laughs.

“Yea I’m not sure how much I can trust your promises now.” Covering his mouth, he tries to avoid waking any of his neighbors with his boisterous laugh, but it still somehow echoed as it carried down the street.

Of course your laugh mixed in with his probably didn’t help diminish the noise.

“Ugh you kids don’t care where you do it now huh?,” an elderly woman in a pink, fluffy robe with curlers in her white hair calls from her window.

“No Ms. Waters it’s not what it looks like, we just-,”

“I don’t want to know what you were just doing. Don’t do it out in the open next time.” Forcefully shutting her window, you and Chris only laugh more at your current situation.

“You know, you’re the first person besides my family to laugh at me falling.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It would’ve been nicer to ask if you were okay first.”

“No don’t apologize, I meant it in a good way! The slightest trip or bump people are always asking if I’m hurt and worrying about me being able to play. It’s weird, but it’s nice being laughed at.”

“I guess you’re welcome then..?”

Chuckling at your confusion, the streetlight burning above making the side of your face and eyes glow momentarily causes him to lose his breath from the trance the sight had him under. It made your face look so soft and delicate like a painting hung in a museum.

Realizing how he had been holding you there for quite some time, he clears his throat as he begins to sit up.

“I guess we should get off the grass huh?,” he chuckles standing up with you still being held close to his side. “You okay?”

“Yea, my pride’s a little bruised that’s all,” you answer checking for any grass on your clothes. Following him upstairs, he opens the white door to be met with barks and nails hurriedly tapping against the floor as they come closer to the both of you.

“Hey booboo! Did you miss me?,” Chris smiles as he locks the door. “You don’t have a problem with dogs do you? Like are you allergic or anything?”

“No no I’m fine,” you giggle as the excited dog circles around your legs looking up at you asking for scratches. “What’s his name?”

“Dodger.”

“Hi Dodger, you’re such a pretty boy!,” you smile scratching behind his ears making his tail swing back and forth while he lies his head in your lap.

“He just met you and he’s already in love with you.”

“That’s probably because I’m doing what he wants.”

“Possibly, but he never lied down like that on Kelly or gave her much attention really,” he admits sitting beside you and patting Dodger’s back. “Maybe if I listened to you bud I wouldn’t be in this situation now. They do say dogs have an excellent sense of character.”

Looking over at Chris, you see his head tilted back and eyes closed causing you to mentally awe at how peaceful he looked. Having the day he had plus a game coming up soon you were sure he had a lot on his mind and just wanted to rest.

“Hey I’m gonna head home ok? You go to bed and get some rest. I’m sure you have practice tomorrow.”

“So soon? The night’s still young,” he yawns lifting his arms over his head.

“The night might be, but your battery isn’t,” you giggle standing up to head towards the door.

“Alright you have a point.” Following behind to see you out, Dodger softly whimpers beside him poking your leg with his nose looking up at you with soft big brown eyes.

“Dodge come on bud she has to go home. Also I feel some type of way since you haven’t done that whenever I leave in a long time.”

“I’m sorry I can’t stay longer Dodger, but take care of your dad ok? Make sure he actually goes to bed and doesn’t trip anymore,” you giggle bending down and giving him a final scratch as he licks your hand.

“Thanks for the ride Y/N and everything else tonight, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, you don’t need to thank me. And everything’s gonna be okay. She was crazy to cheat on an amazing guy like you and I know you’ll find a girl who’s ten times better and loves you unconditionally.” Giving him a small wave, he watches you walk down the hall and the staircase before closing his door with a small smile on his face.

Feeling something tap against his leg, he looks down at Dodger walking back and forth by the door as if anxiously waiting for someone to return.

“You literally just met her and you like her that much?,” he chuckles beginning to cut off the lights and leading him to the bedroom as part of their nightly routine. “Can’t blame you too much on that though, I like her too.”

———

Entering the back for your shift, a sigh leaves your lips already hearing someone complain about their drink clearly not having extra soy in it since it didn’t taste right. Tying your apron around your hips, you see a note with your name on it in the spot you usually store your belongings slightly confusing you.

“What’s this?,” you thought unfolding the notebook paper as you leaned against the metal table nearest to you.

“Hey thanks again for last night and keeping me company. Maybe we could do it again sometime? Without the falling on the grass and being judged by my neighbor of course lol. -Chris”

Smiling to yourself, you immediately pull out your phone adding the number he left to your contacts before sending him your reply.

Y/N: Hey it’s Y/N aka Starbucks girl lol. So I just got this mysterious note at work...know anything about it?

You didn’t expect an answer right away thinking he was still in practice, but was pleasantly surprised to feel your phone vibrate and see his name light up your screen.

Chris: Lol hey! And that depends, what’s your answer?

Y/N: I’d love to

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Delivered: Twins

A/N: Twice the craziness, twice the babies, twice the surprises! The second (and final) installment to Delivered. The ending is lame, I had no idea how to end it. But, I hope y’all enjoy it! No pairing in this, just platonic reader! Also, this idea was given to me by @kchavez666 , thank you so much for the twin idea!

Warnings: strong language, even more inaccurate baby birth(s), Angel and Coco being little shits.

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Though she was off from work, she’d had an awfully long day, regardless, between running errands, helping her grandmother out in the garden, and cooking dinner, she was exhausted to say the least.

She was getting ready to settle into bed, stripping off her jeans and t-shirt, slipping on her black silk camisole, only beginning to step into her matching shorts until she’d heard a noise resembling loud footsteps by the front door.

They sounded like they were getting closer and her heart began to race, discarding her shorts and going for the small hand gun she kept concealed in her bedside drawer.

Her breathing quickened as she rounded the corner, the footsteps were definitely inside of her house now.

The intruder was faster though, thrusting a hand out to point her gun away from him, “Shit, if I knew you‘d greet me looking like this everytime, I’d come around more often.” The smirk evident in his voice. She’d know that voice anywhere.

“Angel! What the fuck.” She glared at him, moreso at the nerve of this fucker. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying her best to cover herself at least a little.

“You know how to fuckin’ use this thing?” He took the handgun away from her with ease, “The safety‘s still engaged.” He stared at her matter-of-factly.

“Gimme that!” Her cheeks heating up, palm held out to him, realizing in the moment that she forgot to turn off the safety. “How did you get into my house, Angel?” She raised her eyebrows, wanting a very good explanation.

“I picked the lock. Wasn’t too hard.” He shrugged, handing her back her weapon, almost forgetting why he came to her in the first place until he remembered. Well, she was for sure going to replace that lock soon.

“Wait, I’m sorry. I need a favor.” He smiled hopefully at her, though she didn’t look too happy.

“It’s one in the morning, what could you possibly need?” She huffed, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze from one foot to the other, “Is someone hurt?” She realized that maybe Felipe or EZ or Coco or Bishop or one of the others were in trouble.

“Nah— they’re all good. It’s—“ He struggled to find the correct words, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.

“Angel, you’re scaring me. Just fucking say it—“

“One of the girl’s at Vicky’s got pregnant again and I think she’s about to—“ He motioned awkwardly to mimic the action of a woman about to give birth, hoping she understood what he was hinting at.

And she fucking did. She was really trying to keep a level head about the situation, turning on her heel, heading for her bedroom once again.

“So you’ll do it?” Angel called out to her.

“Just give me a minute. I need to get my shit together.” She grumbled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and throwing on a pair of her clean scrubs. She grabbed her medical bag, hoisting it over her shoulder and walking out.

She figured her grandmother didn’t hear any of the commotion since she would have woken up by now. She left a note on the counter in case she woke up for whatever reason.

“She’s fuckin’ back! Yes, let’s do it—“ Angel clapped his hands together, watching as the nurse put on her sneakers, offering to take the medical bag off of her hands.

“You owe me so much for this, Reyes.” She laughed incredulously, not knowing whether this was a dream or not, jutting the bag into his hands as she grabbed her car keys.

“I know, I promise, I’ll fuckin’ make it up to you. We all will.” Angel spoke sincerely, and she believed him.

“Nah— I’m driving. We’ll get there faster, anyway.” He nodded for her to put her keys back and opened the front door to her house.

She was a little worried, considering she’d never been on a motorbike before, and definitely not with Angel.

He noticed her hesitation to put her keys down, “What? You scared? I promise I won’t go too fast— unless you want me to.” He chuckled, taking her softer hand in his rough one, leading them to the death trap he called a motorcycle.

“Angel—“ She rolled her eyes, not missing the innuendo in his statement as she finally built up the courage, taking the extra helmet from him with shaking hands.

“Relax, I got you.” He gently helped her click the chin buckle into place before securing his own. With a very shaky breath, she mounted the bike behind him as he got comfortable in his own position before starting it up.

“Let’s just— get it over with.” She breathed out, wrapping her arms around his torso tightly and shutting her eyes.

He couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re gonna suffocate me and we haven’t even made it out of the driveway yet.” He groaned as she loosened up her grip on him with a small apology.

He shook his head, backing out of her driveway and onto the empty street. She gasped as the wind blew through her hair, pressing her cheek flat against the back of his kutte.

“You good back there?” He shouted over his shoulder as they came to a stop at a red light.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just keep driving, please.” She mumbled into his vest, not daring to look at the road ahead of her.

He bit his lip, holding back a laugh at how terrified she must’ve looked. He really didn’t mean to scare her, just figured they’d get there faster and they did. They were at a different location this time, not the one she’d drove to last time.

“We convinced Estrada to give his place up for a few hours until the baby is out. He said he’d help with the delivery but, he was short-staffed which is why I came to you.” Angel shut the bike off hastily, taking off his helmet and grabbing her bag, helping her off of the motorcycle.

“Thank god.” She panted, a little bit relieved considering she had some sort of professional help this time around and also relieved to finally be off the bike.

“Took you long enough, puto!” Coco was at the door, ready to greet the two of them who’d taken their sweet time getting to Estrada’s. Angel merely flipped him off, walking into the office.

He grinned softly at her though, “Hey. How you been?” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and she returned the favor.

“¿Es ella la ginecóloga?” Doctor Estrada questioned EZ who was standing closest to him.

The men looked around the room at one another before Angel spoke up, “Si, si el mejor que hay.”

Ezekiel shook his head, biting back a ridiculous grin that threatened to spread across his face.

“Sorry to drag you back into this, hermosa, but you’re the only one we trust.” Bishop spoke softly to her but she understood and she would do whatever it took to help them.

“So— who’s the father?” She looked around the room, eyeing the men cautiously.

“Not any of us, that’s for sure.” Angel held his hands up in surrender, shaking his head.

“Last I heard, Vicky assumed it was one of Galindo’s men but, he won’t admit it.” Coco mumbled with a shrug.

“Maybe we should get him down here to help, make sure he fucking knows not to do this shit again.” She huffed, surprising the room full of men with her aggressive tone.

“Also, whoever sent Angel to my house, I gotta change my locks now.” She spoke furiously.

“Angel, we told you to step outside to call her not show up to her house.” EZ pinched the bridge of his nose.

“He broke in. I almost shot him.” She admitted.

“Uh— no you didn’t. The safety was still on, querida.” He reminded her smugly, earning a snort from Coco.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, huffing quietly as the doctor led her to the room with the mother to be.

She looked completely out of it, groaning in pain, and she was laying flat which was already a big mistake.

“Hi, how are you feeling?” She asked her, hoping she understood.

“Like shit!” She groaned, a sharp contraction hitting her immediately. Well she definitely understood more than the first woman.

The young nurse took it upon herself to help her into a sitting position, “You’re gonna be okay.” She assured her.

At least this time she was in a better set up, she had a small hospital bed to work with, cleaner tools, and a second medical opinion albeit Estrada had no specialty with babies.

“I’m just gonna check to see if you’re ready to push—“ She looked up at the mother, making sure she was okay with that.

“It definitely didn’t hurt like this with my first born! Fuck!” She screamed as another wave of contractions hit her hard.

Well, she thought, this should be easier since her birth canal was already accustomed to childbirth. She palpated the fundus, barely able to get two fingers under her bra, which meant she was fully dilated.

“Doctor, does the stomach look a lot bigger to you than normal?” She whispered over her shoulder, totally forgetting he didn’t speak English.

“I need a translator!” She called into the hallway where the men were waiting anxiously.

“What happened?” Angel rushed in, looking from his friend to the doctor.

“Ask him if he thinks the stomach looks way too big.” She bit her lip nervously. As they spoke, the mother squeezed her arm tightly as another contraction ripped through her body.

“Fuck! I need an epidural! I need something, please!” She was sweating, begging for them to take the pain of labor away.

“You need to stay here, Angel, I can’t do it alone.” She stared him down until he caved.

“Shit. Fine. Ezekiel! Coco! Get the fuck in ‘ere.” He slammed his hand on the door frame, “If I gotta see this shit again, they do too.” He pointed at her, making his way over to the woman’s bedside.

EZ walked in casually with Coco hiding behind his shoulder, “Ah shit, not again.” Coco grunted upon seeing the mother in pain.

“Fuck you, Coco! You try pushing a human out of your vagina! Surprised your ass ain’t knock one of us up, don’t come crying when it finally happens, puto.” The young mom seemed to know him all too well.

“Man, I’m outta here. Your fuckin’ fault for letting some cartel gang banger knock you up—“ Coco started going back and forth with her.

“Woah. That’s enough, take it easy, Coco.” EZ smiled tightly at his friend who didn’t seem like he was gonna let up. Angel nearly pissed himself laughing from their little back and forth.

“Okay, let’s— everyone get along, we’re gonna get through this.” She was doing deep breathing techniques at this point, trying to calm herself down. EZ smiled apologetically at her, knowing how stressful the situation was already.

She gloved up before positioning herself at the end of the bed by her legs, literally giving one to Coco and the other to Angel, “Hold ‘em up, boys.” She shrugged, pressing firmly on the woman’s pelvis.

“Nothin’ like a face full of vag on a Friday night to get you goin’ huh?” Angel snickers.

“I feel the baby coming! I feel it!” The mother groaned in pain as she struggled to breath normally.

“Time to start pushing—“ The nurse was cut off by a loud scream ripping it’s way out of the pregnant lady’s throat.

“Don’t forget to breathe, we don’t want you to tear anything okay?” She comforted her softly, helping her through it.

“I’m not lookin’ this time. Fuck that. I’d rather have leg duty than fuckin’ flashlight duty any day of the week.” Angel made it very clear that he was turning the other way, not daring to look at the situation between her legs.

“Thank you Angel for always knowing how to make us feel better.” She replied sarcastically, huffing out a breath at the way he smirked at her.

She braced herself, Dr. Estrada came to stand behind her as he watched her do her thing that wasn’t really her thing, nonetheless curious as to how this was going to end up.

With four tough pushes, the mother had birthed a beautiful baby girl. EZ helped cut the umbilical cord seeing as he was the only sane one during it all.

“Oh, she’s so tiny.” The nurse cooed, drying off the baby with a towel and attempting to hand her over to the mother who looked like she was still in pain.

“Why is she still in pain?” EZ’s brows furrowed as he watched the mother on the hospital bed refuse the baby, stating she was still feeling contractions.

She looked from EZ to Coco to Angel who all had the same confused expression on their faces, “That’s probably just the placenta coming out. I wouldn’t worry—“

“The pla-who-what?” Angel‘s face made her laugh out loud.

“It usually delivers within like— thirty minutes after the baby is born.” She shrugs it off, waiting for an opinion from the doctor.

“Ella está teniendo otro bebé.” Dr. Estrada stated calmly, pointing to the mom.

“Ah shit, pick the fuckin’ leg back up, Coco.” Angel wiped a hand down his face, grunting and putting the mom’s leg in the same position as he had it before.

“He said she’s having another baby—“ Ezekiel translated for her, a look of panic crossing over his usually calm demeanor.

“Hey! What the hell’s goin’ on in there? Is she done?” Bishop’s voice at the door startles them before anyone could speak again.

“The bitch is havin’ twins, Bish! Man, how the fuck do you not know you’re having twins?!” Coco grabs fistfuls of his hair, tugging out of frustration.

“Twins?! I’m not ready for twins! ¡Oh Dios mío! Hijo de puta!”

“Shit you’re in for a rude awakening—“

“Coco, just shut up and hold the baby!” She shoves the baby into his hands, figuring out her next steps on how to get the second baby out.

“It’s fucking crying!” Coco bounces the baby in his arms trying to get her to stop her loud wails of displeasure.

“Okay, you’re gonna have to push one more time— come on.” The nurse wipes a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face, working around a screaming baby and a pissed off Coco.

“Please, it hurts!” A high pitched scream rips from her throat, grabbing the sides of the bed hard as she pushed through yet another contraction. And then another.

“It’s a girl! Again!” The nurse smiles down at the baby, drying her off with a towel and holding her for a moment.

“I think we’re good, no more babies in there— I hope.” She raises her eyebrows, biting the inside of her cheek, handing off the second twin to her mother.

“Thank you so much, you are truly an angel on Earth.”

“Thank you—“

“Thanks—“

Both Angel and her speak at the same time making her push at his chest, “She was talking to me and you’re still not off the hook for the door thing.”

With that, they left the room, leaving Dr. Estrada behind with the mother who seemed to be relishing in the love of her twin girls.

“You mean to tell me she didn’t know she was having twins?” Bishop’s tired voice asks the rest of them, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

“We named one of them Loud Ass Crier and the other one Placenta.” Angel nods proudly as Coco hums in agreement.

“That is not their names, Angel. You didn’t even know what a placenta was until ten minutes ago, you can’t just name someone’s baby placenta.” She rolls her eyes, shaking her head at how casually he said it.

“Yeah but, I do now. Plus, I still have to give you a ride home so I’d be nice if I were you. I’ll be outside whenever you’re ready.” He winks at her, pushing past them to have a smoke with an already long gone Coco.

Bishop thanks her as well and treads behind Angel, lighting the cigarette between his fingers.

EZ walks over, helping her with her bag, “We really owe you.” He hugs her before letting her go.

She doesn’t step back completely though, holding his gaze for a moment, “Y’know, we’re not a bad team. Well, unless you count the bitching and complaining, of course.”

They both agreed, sharing a laugh together, finally walking out of the stuffy room and into the cool breeze of the night.

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #27

I severely overestimated my ability to write with a broken tailbone, y’all. x) Like, it hurts to sit so it’s really hard to work on my laptop. But I’m gonna try! I’ve made it this far!!!

xxx ok, who had natural disasters on their 2020 bingo card?

“Get him inside, hurry!” Clay commands turning the lights on as they enter the abandoned dwelling-turned-safe house. It’s the new guy, this time. Only been with them for three months. Clay and the others were fine without him, but the boss had insisted because apparently someone who understands all that techy hacker bullshit is a “necessity”.

The techie is currently being supported by Roque on one side and Pooch on the other. He’s barely standing, which, Clay has to remind himself, is better than not standing at all. He’s not shouting anymore, either, which seems like less of a good thing. He’s gone quiet, and it’s the quiet that Clay knows comes with shock. His glasses had gotten lost somewhere on the way back, and the humidity and sweat have plastered his usually styled hair to his forehead, and he just looks really young.

Clay hates it. 

“Lay him down,” he says, though the guys already know what they’re doing. 

Jensen lets out a small cry as Roque and Pooch carefully lower him to the ground, facedown. 

“Hey, you with us new guy?” Roque says. 

“With you,” Jensen gasps, eyes squeezed shut in pain. 

Cougar steps forward now and pulls one of the knives from his belt, cutting the back of Jensen’s shirt open. Clay doesn’t need to see it to know it’s bad. He can see it in the slight widening of the Colombian’s eyes, and in the way Roque winces and Pooch averts his eyes. But he looks anyway, and it’s worse than he thought.

The machete wound starts at the top of Jensen’s right shoulder, arching slightly toward the center of his back before curving back toward the outside of his ribcage. Clay has seen plenty of knife wounds, but this is different--the wound is less of a cut and more of a valley, with a wide opening that closes down to a v at the bottom. If it had been any closer to Jensen’s spine, he’d be paralyzed, or dead. 

“‘sit bad?” Jensen’s voice is high and tight. When there’s no response, he tries to lift his head, craning his neck to look at Clay, his voice taking on more panic. “Colonel, ‘sit bad?”

Clay can feel the other men looking at him, and he takes a deep breath. 

“It’s not good,” he says, and Jensen lets out a sound that Clay knows is the sound that comes from trying desperately not to make a sound. “Cougar, you got this?”

Cougar’s lips are pursed tightly, and he nods once. He hasn’t said it, but for whatever reason he’d taken to the chatty Jensen right away, and it’s clear he’s worried about the newest team member.

“Whaddya need?” Roque asks. 

“My med bag and the strongest alcohol you can find,” Cougar says, stepping into the tiny bathroom to wash up. 

“I got the bag,” Roque says. “Pooch, you got the booze?”

“On it!”

And then it’s just Clay and Jensen in the living room, Jensen breathing in quiet gasps, his fists clenching and unclenching. Beneath the blood, his skin is pale and covered in a sheen of sweat, and there are tiny tremors running through him. Clay kneels down next to him so Jensen can look up at him.

“How’re you doing, soldier?” he says.

“Doin’ great, Colonel. Might, uh...might be b-better once I get some of the alcohol in me.”

Clay grimaces. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, I don’t think it’s for you to drink.”

Jensen lets out a groan. “Course not...If, uh. ‘f I don’t make it, you gotta tell m’ sister I was brave, ‘n…’n a hero. Promise?”

“I promise. But Cougar’s gonna patch you up and we’re going to get you home. You can tell her yourself.”

And then the lights flicker and turn off and they’re pitched into darkness. Clay stands. 

“What the hell was that?” he calls. 

The others appear a second later. Pooch pushes a bottle of vodka into Clay’s hands and opens the door, stepping outside. 

“It’s not just us,” he says, turning to the little team. “Power’s out as far as I can see. It’s a blackout.”

Roque puts Cougar’s bag down and clasps his hands behind his head. “Son of a bitch…”

Whatever Cougar was about to do, it’s about to get ten times harder. Clay steps to his side and lowers his voice. 

“Should I try and get an evac out here?”

Cougar shakes his head. “It would take too long. I can do it.”

“I got infrared goggles in my bag,” Roque says. 

“Get them,” Cougar responds, and then he’s sitting on the floor next to Jensen, rifling through his bag.

“You, uh. Ever stitched someone up in the dark?” Jensen asks.

Cougar doesn’t look up, still searching for something. “Si.”

“Liar.”

“Don’t speak,” Cougar says, pulling out a small box that Clay recognizes as his suture kit. “You need rest.” He reaches for the vodka and opens it. “This will hurt.” And then he pours. 

Jensen lets out a scream before his eyes roll back and he goes still. 

“Is he okay?” Pooch says. 

“It’s the pain,” Cougar says. 

Roque walks back in with the goggles, holding onto them while Cougar tries to thread his needle in the dark. He looks down at the unconscious techie.

“Probably for the best.”

Clay looks over at him. “If he wakes up while Cougar’s working, you’re gonna have to help me hold him.”

Roque crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t know why they sent him out here with us. Oh, geez.” He turns away from Jensen as Cougar puts the needle into his skin. “Pooch, you’re gonna need to hold him, I can’t watch this.”

Clay steps toward Roque, lowering his voice so the others can’t hear. “I need you to track down his sister, just in case. We owe him that much.”

Roque nods. “You got it. But he’s gonna get through this. Cougar’s good at this shit, even if the conditions are...well. This.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” Clay says, even though he’s not.

The only thing he is sure of is that if he gets through this, Jensen is definitely off the team. 

xxx 

[jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels]

Don’t You Hear My Call Though You’re Many Years Away - Chapter 9

A/N: Settle in y’all, this is a long one. Things heat up between the Y/N and Deacy. And Y/N spends the day with Brian! Y/N slips up.

Warnings: Angst. Steamy moment. Mentions of drinking. Maybe one cuss word.

I imagine John playing “Something” would have sounded like this. https://open.spotify.com/track/0zi2LVUPp1gGssRSHgIW36?si=PIyL9IJ3QquJD6MIy1XGxQ

Before I knew it, a week had passed. I spent most days with John, others with Mary, sometimes Freddie and Roger, but all my evenings were spent with John. And just like that first night, he would walk me to my door, and leave me for the night.

But today I spending time with Brian, who I hadn’t had the chance to get to know as well as the others.

John was helping his friend again, Mary was working, as were Roger and Freddie, but when John asked what I would do with my day the previous night at the pub, Brian offered to show me around more.

I met Brian in the lobby of the inn around 11am.

“Good Morning, Y/N!” He said cheerfully as I made my way down the stairs.

“Hey Brian!” I greeted him with a hug and a kiss on each cheek.

Margret, the inn keeper, looked us distainfully. What she must be thinking. One man leaving last night and now a different one picking me up. She was nosy and miffed.

I wiggled my fingers at her, waving goodbye. She huffed indigently and walked away.

Brian caught the interaction and couldn’t help help but ask “what was that about?”

Laughing I replied, “she seems sort of nosy, and well John left me at my room last night, and now you, a different man, are picking me up.” I raised my brows in a ‘you know’ expression.

“Oh” Brian laughed softly.

“What type of woman does she take me for?” I clutched at my bare neck dramatically as we left the inn, causing Brian to laugh harder.

“You’ll be the talk of the city if you’re not careful” he added playfully.

“Where are we off to today?” I asked as he headed down the sidewalk towards the van.

“The observatory, if you’re alright with that” he said as he opened the door for me to climb in.

“I’ve never been to an observatory” I replied, causing him to smile.

On the ride there Brian talked excitedly about the observatory, giving me some of its history. He was softer spoken than Roger and Freddie, but not as much as John. He had a gentleness to him that was endearing.

His enthusiasm was catching, but it also could have been that I still wasn’t over the fan girl shock at times, so I was always excited about everything.

Once we arrived Brian showed me the equipment and explained what everything did. Telling me what I was looking at through the telescope. It was like having my own personal tour guide.

His enthusiasm didn’t waiver until he realized I hadn’t said much.

“Sorry” he said quietly, “I can get carried away.”

“Please, don’t appologized!” I replied, reaching out to touch his arm “I’m simply taking it all in. I never learned half this much all the years I spent sitting in the yard with my Dad looking through his telescope.”

“Oh, does he enjoy astronomy?” He asked, his curiosity peaked.

“He does. He took a few classes in college. He taught me about the constellations, unfortunately I can’t remember them all now.” I laughed “funny enough, my first word was ‘moon’.”

He laughed softly as we walked “really?”

“Yes” I continued “but I pointed to a light fixture when I said it.”

He laughed louder, causing a few of the other guest to look our way.

“A light? Priceless!” he said as his laughed subsided.

“One of my Dads favorite stories to tell about me.” I laughed.

**

After a few hours at the observatory, Brian and I made our way to a small pub for some lunch before heading back to their flat.

I was deep in my glass of wine when I decided to maybe give a few hints about myself away. Or at least where I came from.

“So tell me Dr. May, what do you think the future holds for space travel?” I started there.

“I’m not a Dr.” he replied.

“Not yet” I quipped, smiling.

“Ah well, space travel, hmmm.” He thought for a moment “more trips to the moon hopefully. Although they’re doing some pretty wonderful things right now.”

“Do you think people will ever go to another planet?” I promoted.

“That would be an amazing feat now wouldn’t it?” He said thoughtfully, “I don’t honestly know though. Technologically speaking, there would need to rather great advancements. But most planets would be difficult to reach and even more difficult to survive, completely inhospitable, at least given the equipment available now.”

“Ok, what about...” I paused “time travel?”

“Time travel? Well that’s different than space travel isn’t it?” He took a sip of his drink before he continued “Einstein‘s theory of relativity suggests it may be possible.”

As he explained I began to feel the truth bubble under surface again. The urge to tell, that was ever present, begging to come out. So many stories and secrets fighting to be told.

I knew I could trust him, I also knew he’d have so many questions I couldn’t answer. But my heart held me back. John was the one to tell, if I told anyone. But would he believe me? How would I tell him? And most importantly, when?

“What brought up time travel?” He asked as he finished explaining.

“I just like to read science fiction, that’s all” I lied.

“What have you read?” He asked. With that the subject changed, and I didn’t give any hints.

**

“Thank you for today, I had a wonderful time” I told Brian as we made our way into the flat. And it was true. I enjoyed spending time with him, getting to know him better. I kept breaking the rules as days passed. They were all becoming my friends.

“You’re welcome” he said allowing me in before him.

As I stepped inside I heard soft music coming from up the stairs, someone was playing a guitar.

I turned to look at Brian, “someone here?”

“It’s John” Brian said, nodding in the direction of the stairs.

I smiled at him before slowly making my way up, listening to the song he was playing. I recognized it quickly, he was playing “Something” by The Beatles.

Once I reached the landing, I quietly stepped towards the opened door and peered in.

John was sat on his bed, acoustic guitar in his lap. His eyes were closed as his fingers skillfully moved over the strings. He swayed slightly as his heel tapped, keeping time. He seemed lost in the music, in the moment.

I stood silently against the door jamb, taking him in. His handsome profile, the set of his mouth and jaw. His hair falling down his back. He was captivating. I could have watched him for hours. He began to softly hum the words of the song, and I could literally feel myself swoon. What was it about a cute guy and a guitar?

I watched him quietly, the moment was too serene to interrupt. As I listened, the inner turmoil that constantly lingered in the pit of my stomach halted. All the worry and fear melted away as he played. Calmness settled over me, a welcome break from the incessant angst. Everything seemed perfect in that instant.

But all too quickly the song ended. John still sat quietly.

“I read somewhere he wrote that about his guitar” I said softly, derailing his train of thought.

John jumped, causing the guitar to bounce on his knees, as he yelped.

“You startled me!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry” I couldn’t help but giggle. “That was beautiful, Deacy” I said as he stood to lean the guitar against his desk.

“Thank you” he said, bashfully. “You going to stay in the hall?”

“I didn’t want to barge in and disturb you.” I replied, stepping into the room. Taking it in fully. I hadn’t been in here yet, I’d only caught a few glimpses.

“I wasn’t thinking about my guitar playing that thought.” He said softly, as he closed the door behind me.

“Oh, you were thinking about you bass guitar then huh?” I asked playfully, smiling at him.

He swiftly stepped towards me, smiling before he pressed his lips to mine. His hands rested on my waist as mine wrapped around his neck.

I sighed happily as the kiss ended.

“Hi sweetheart” he whispers against my lips.

“Hi Deacy” I whispered back, my eyes still closed.

“How was your day with Brian?” He asked softly as his lips moved to my cheek. His hands moved gently, gliding up my back.

“Good” I exhaled, letting my head lull to the side, exposing my neck to his lips. He took the invitation and peppered my skin with soft kisses.

He moaned quietly as my hand found his hair, my fingers tangling in the strands.

His lips left my skin, and as I opened my eyes, he was staring at me as his darkened, smiling. His hands found their way under my shirt as he began to kiss me more deeply, making me moan in his mouth. Slowly we moved towards his bed, when I felt it bump the back on my knees, I broke the kiss. I pulled away from his grasp, toed my shoes off and climbed on his bed. Kneeling, I took his hands in mine and pulled him towards me.

As his lips crashed into mine, his hands returning to their spot under the hem of my shirt, while mine tugged at the buttons of his. His calloused fingers drifting along my back, his warm skin contrasted by the cold metal of the rings on his fingers. My body shivered from the contact.

Suddenly his door swung open and Roger burst in, “Deaks...shit! Sorry!” He bellowed, turning his face away from the scene before him.

I sat back on my heels, flustered, as John spoke gruffly “what is it Rog?”

“Oh” he said, peaking back at us, seeing the situation had changed, he faced us again “we’re having a party tonight. I wanted to see if you wanted to go to the shops with me...but I see you’re busy.”

“We’ll go Rog” I told him. John looking back at me questioningly.

“Thought you didn’t want an audience, love” he retorted.

“We didn’t have one until you came in” I said, cocking a brow at him.

“What do we need?” John asked.

**

There were more people in the flat that I thought possible. People chatting, eating, drinking, smoking, dancing. It was a bit like a frat party, the music and clothing may have been different but the situation felt similar. And still felt awkward for me.

Freddie and Mary were playing host and hostess, introducing me to people, and in some cases to John as well. People were interested in their new American friend, who they took on. Like I was some sort of stray, which wasn’t far from the truth.

Brian was there with a date, and a camera. Taking pictures of anyone who would let him.

Roger was flirting with a girl, and while I toyed with the idea of getting some payback for walking in on me and John, I decided against it.

John stayed by me the entire time. Touching me, kissing me, holding me. I was surprised at his public affection, but I enjoyed every moment of it.

Freddie pulled us all together, telling us he had news.

“We have more dates booked! A tour!” He cheered, raising his glass.

Brian and Roger flooded him with questions, like when and where.

“Cornwall, there’s 9 shows” he continued.

“We can stay with my Mum! She helped pull this all together!” Roger said cheerfully. It was cute.

John pulled me into an embrace, “we haven’t had our first show, I can’t believe we’ve got a tour!” He said excitedly.

“It’s going to be amazing. You’ll all be amazing!” I said as I kissed him.

Freddie poured more drinks for everyone. Tonight was a celebration.

After a few more drinks I didn’t give much thought to when Freddie took the camera from Brian and told him and I to stand together for a picture. It seems I had forgotten I wasn’t meant to be here. Taking photos was careless. Dangerous even. I was leaving a tangible trace.

But I was reckless. 

Brian slung his arm around my shoulder, and leaned his head down until his curls were laying on top of my head, making me laugh as Freddie snapped the picture.

“Now your turn Fred!” Brain yelled over the music. Why were they wanting pictures with me?

Freddie handed over the camera, and pulled me into a bear hug, squishing his cheek against mine for the picture. Smiling cheerfully.

“I want a picture with Y/N” Roger almost whined as Freddie spun me around.

Roger put his arm around my shoulder too, and as Brian shouted “ready”, Roger kissed my cheek, making me roll my eyes, even though I was still smiling.

“Mary and Y/N next!” Freddie said, pulling me towards her. We posed with our arms around each other’s waists, smiling happily at the camera as the bulb flashed.

“Now the lovebirds” Freddie yelled, as he pushed John towards me. We stood awkwardly together at first, not sure how to pose.

“Aw! Cmon! Act like you at least want to shag! Like earlier!” Roger yelled loudly, making people around us laugh.

I laughed as I turned my face into John’s shoulder. I wasn’t sure what poses or moments were captured as a series of flashes went off. The last one flared as I was looking up at John, smiling.

John sat on the arm of one of the sofas and pulled me to sit in his lap. I loved being close to him. Since I was pressed up against him, I decided to be a tease, seeing as I was still frustrated from our heated moment being interrupted.

As ‘All Right Now’ began to play over the stereo, I started to move my hips, wiggling them to rhythm. Like I would if I were driving in my car, listening to my favorite song.

As I started to move, I heard his breath hitch, and felt his body go rigid. His grip on my hip tightened as I continued.

After a few moments I could feel his excitement. I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder at him. His pupils were blown, as he swallowed thickly. He set his drink aside to pull my face to his, the kiss was hungry.

As I leaned back to look at him, his mouth was open slightly, his eyes dark. He leaned into me, pressing a kiss to my cheek before his lips settled on the shell of my ear.

“Let’s go to my room” he whispered.

“We’d defiantly have an audience now” I reply “but I know where there’s an empty room.”

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