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caashmoneynae · 7 months

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POSSESSIVENESS.

TUPAC SHAKUR x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Aaliyah gets angry at Tupac due to the cheating allegations against him and has a night out on the town with her best friends, which ends in a different way than she imagined. ✨

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"𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘, 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘, 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧-𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡'-𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘!" Aaliyah and her friends Kenny and Leah shouted as they clinked their glasses together and took another shot.

"you sure Pac ain't gon' trip about you bein' out like this?" Kenny asked, raising her brow, as she sat her shot glass down.

"i'm with Ken on this one. you sure he ain't gon' fuck you up? especially with that dress you got on." Leah chimed in as Aaliyah looked over at the two and rolled her eyes, sitting her shot down and wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

"fuck Pac. a'ight? he wasn't worried about me when he was at Suge's mansion with all them bitches, so why be worried about me now?" Aaliyah shrugged, adjusting her breasts in her dress, as she crossed one leg over the other and looked at her friends, who looked at each other before looking back at her and laughing.

while at her and Tupac's shared home, Aaliyah was informed that Tupac was at Suge's mansion surrounded by an assload of women. and what made things 10x worse was not only was she told anonymously of his infidelity, but she was sent pictures as well. though in the pictures there wasn't any type of foul-play — like him touching them the same way he touched her and/or him letting them touch him the way she touched him — Aaliyah didn't trust any of the women that he hung around.

it could've been her trust issues as to why she felt that way, but it could've also been that she was dating an extremely attractive celebrity that every woman wanted in their bed, which created trust issues for her whenever Pac went out. it's not that she didn't trust him, she just didn't trust women, and the women she used to be friends with were prime examples of why she couldn't trust anybody.

she didn't believe that Pac would cheat on her, however... she was pissed that he allowed all of those women around him. so, why not give him a taste of his own medicine and go out to a club?

as for the clothing that Leah commented on, Aaliyah wore a short jet-black body-con tube dress with a matching pair of black stilettos. her caramel skin shined underneath the lights of the club and glitter adorned her skin from her vanilla-scented perfume as her black silk press was styled in a high ponytail and her lips were glossed in Vaseline, mischievousness evident in her mind while her brown eyes looked at her friends.

"girl, all i'ma say is that when he come in here lookin' for yo' ass, don't say we ain't warn you." Leah advised, her hands raising in defense, as Kenny laughed and Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

"he ain't gon' do shit. he don't see me runnin' towards Suge's mansion and shootin' all the bitches up in there. 'cause i'll do it, fo'real." Aaliyah threatened, placing her glass of Hennessy to her lips, as Leah and Kenny laughed at her words.

"yeah, we know. that's why we hadda' take yo' ass out the house, so you wouldn't do no stupid shit." Leah laughed, earning a laugh from Aaliyah, as she sat her glass down and ran her tongue over her lips, letting the taste of the brown liquor marinate in her mouth.

suddenly, the song changed from TLC's "Diggin' On You" to LL Cool J and LeShaun's "Doin' It", making Aaliyah's brows raise as a naughty smile crossed her lips and Kenny and Leah looked at each other before looking back at their friend.

"now, 'Liyah... i know you not..." Kenny advised, raising a brow at her, as Aaliyah looked at her and Leah before letting out a hearty giggle.

"yup! i'm 'bout to go get myself a dance with a fine ass nigga!" Aaliyah smiled, hopping down from the stool, as she adjusted the bottom of her dress and hurried off to the dance floor.

"Aaliyah— bitch— you gon' get yo' ass beat!" Leah shouted after her as Aaliyah laughed and shrugged before rushing off to the dance floor.

with the liquor and pettiness in her system, it was bound to be a recipe for disaster. making her way to the dance floor, Aaliyah's hips swayed with each step she took as she moved her body to the sensual track that played loudly in the building.

it didn't take long for Aaliyah to gain a man's attention, and that's one thing that made Tupac choose her over everybody else. she didn't have to do much to get attention. she could just stand there and breathe, and every man would bow down and worship the ground she walked on.

that was the power of being a beautiful and successful black woman.

two masculine hands found their way into Aaliyah's waist as she moved her hips to the beat and a small smirk crept onto her lips, biting down on her bottom lip while she pushed her ass back onto the unknown male behind her.

Aaliyah assumed the unknown male was light-skin because of how light yet melanated his hands were and she also assumed he was tall due to his long arms and big hands, but that wasn't the only thing that Aaliyah noticed about him. the print of his friend poked against her ass and Aaliyah's smirk widened, but before she could continue her dance with the random man, her wrist was snatched up and she was aggressively yanked away from her dance partner, making her squeal in surprise while her brows furrowed.

"excuse y—" before Aaliyah could finish her sentence, she was faced with an angry Tupac, his jaw clenched and his brown eyes darkening as he stared at her.

"let's go. now."

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"so, what the fuck was that? huh? you lettin' random niggas feel on you and shit?" Tupac asked, breaking the tense silence between the two, as his voice was stern and his grip on the steering wheel was tight.

looking over at him, Aaliyah laughed bitterly before grabbing her purse from the floor and beginning to search through it.

"wanna talk about me and shit..." Aaliyah trailed off and grabbed the pictures of Pac with various groups of women that were mailed to her, tossing them in his lap and crossing her arms, "now what the fuck is that?! huh?! you lettin' all then bitches touch on you like you ain't got a woman at home?! see, i knew i should've never trusted you being with Suge's no good ass!"

slowing down at a red light, Tupac looked down at his lap and looked at all the pictures individually before looking over at Aaliyah, "you think i fucked these bitches?"

"ding ding ding! congratulations, you have a properly working brain!" Aaliyah imitated a game show host, a fake smile on her face before she rolled her eyes, "if you ain't fuck these bitches, why y'all so close?! why they touchin' you?! why— why are these bitches on you, Amaru?! talk to me! tell me somethin'!"

"we can talk about this shit when we get home, a'ight? i'm not tryna talk about this while i'm drivin'." Tupac sighed, shaking his head, as Aaliyah smacked her lips and leaned back into her seat, looking out of the window and feeling her blood boil more.

"fine."

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"uh-uh, 'Liyah, bring ya ass back down here, we got shit to discuss." Tupac demanded, watching Aaliyah begin her way up the stairs, as she huffed and made her way back down them, walking into the living room and standing in front of her lover while he sat on the couch.

"and when i say "discuss", i mean talk. stop raisin' ya damn voice at me." Tupac advised, raising a brow at her, as Aaliyah rolled her eyes before sitting down next to him, her arms crossed and resting on her chest while she avoided his eye contact and looked down at her lap.

"don't do that," Tupac lightly grabbed her chin and made her look over at him, "i know you mad, 'Li', but, you gotta talk to me, a'ight?"

looking into his eyes, Aaliyah noticed sincerity in them, and the wall of anger she had pint up was slowly diminishing, causing more frustration to rise within her. she hated how easily she cracked under his eyes, but she loved that he kept it real no matter what — which is one of the things that pulled her towards him anyway.

letting out a sigh, Aaliyah pushed a strand of hair and she glanced down at the floor before parting her lips to speak, "Pac, please tell me you didn't fuck any of those bitches."

"baby, i swear on my life, i didn't fuck any of those broads. i didn't kiss 'em, didn't give 'em my phone number, nothin'. i promise you i didn't." Tupac assured as Aaliyah stared at him, a hint of unsureness in her eyes.

"then explain the pictures. explain to me what happened with those polaroids, Amaru." Aaliyah demanded, trying to suppress her urge to yell at him.

"those are fans, 'Liyah. that's it and that's all. fans. i never fucked 'em. i never touched 'em. never entertained 'em. nothing. i ain't even want the bitches there, nor did i know they'd even be there. Suge invited 'em.—"

"and that's exactly why i don't want you around him, Amaru! he's a bad influence!" Aaliyah snapped, standing to her feet, as she looked down at her lover and crossed her arms, "i knew there was a reason i never liked his big yellow ass! he's tryin' to make you cheat on me! he knows exactly what he's doin'!"

"Aaliyah Faith. lower yo' tone." Tupac warned, calling her by her first and middle name, as he raised a brow at her and Aaliyah bit down on her bottom lip to suppress the disrespectful words that were bound to leave her mouth, crossing her arms for the million time while she turned her back towards him and stared at the wall with a clenched jaw.

"i didn't cheat on yo' ass, 'Liyah. i never have, and i never will, a'ight? but... let's talk about you for a second," Tupac stood up from the couch, his 'Death Row' chain jingling around his neck with the movement, as he stood behind Aaliyah and placed his lips next to her ear, "let's talk about how you was all up on that nigga on the dance floor. how you pushed yo' ass all up on him and let him feel what's mine. you thought i forgot, hm?"

"and who let you leave the house in this tight ass dress?" Tupac muttered in her ear, his brows furrowing, as he tugged at the material of her dress, "shit so tight and short, the bottom of ya asscheeks stickin' out. who told you that you could let them thirsty ass niggas at the club see what's mine, Aaliyah?"

Aaliyah froze at the sudden change in his demeanor. how in the hell did he go from being compassionate and talkative to being ready to rip her out of her dress and go to town? she didn't know the answer, but once she felt his arms wrap around her waist, a heartbeat was soon found in another place.

"now you see how i feel, right? you told me those bitches was too close, but now you lettin' niggas get too close? i ain't fuckin' wit' that, 'Li'."

"and i ain't fuckin' wit' it either. so what we gon' do?" Aaliyah suddenly matched the energy that was given to her by her lover, and Tupac raised his brow at the change in her manner as the two now stared at each other face to face, his hands on her waist and her arms around his neck.

identical smirks clouded the couple's faces as Pac let out a small chuckle, shaking his head while his eyes shined in lust.

"take yo' fine ass upstairs. we ain't done with this conversation."

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"o-oh, my g— yes! don't stop, don't stop, don't sssstop!" Aaliyah shouted, going crosseyed at her lover's aggressive strokes, as her arch deepened and her head rested against Tupac's shoulder, a dazed expression on her face while his hand rested around her neck in a semi-tight grip.

his strokes never ceased from their fast pace and the deepness of his phallus only seemed to dig further inside her walls as her light-skinned face grew rosy and beads of sweat formed on multiple parts of her body, including her lover's. her lips rested ajar, apart from the occasional bites to her bottom one, and her vision faltered repeatedly, no matter how many times she attempted to see straight. faint bruises appeared on her body from the male's aggressiveness, and it only added more fuel to her fire as her eyes rolled back and she felt a rough smack on her ass, making a lazy smile cover her face while a squeak fell from her parted lips.

"i still can't believe you left the house like that, 'Liyah. lettin' all them niggas see what's mine... lettin' all them niggas touch what's mine... who the fuck told you to leave the house and show yo' ass like i'm not fuckin' crazy 'bout you, girl?" Tupac growled, his grip tightening on her neck, as Aaliyah's face held that same lazy smile and she looked up at him, seeing glints of anger yet lust in his brown eyes.

"behind yo' ass, i'll shoot that whole fuckin' club up, 'Li'. you think i want them niggas seein' what's mine?" Tupac muttered, kissing the sides of her face, as he leaned down to her ear and tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, "you're mine, you hear me? mine. nobody else's. you belong to me, Aaliyah Faith. you fuckin' hear me, baby?"

"f-fuck! i-i'm yours! i swear! nobody else's! o-oh, God, Tupac!" Aaliyah cried out, biting down on her lip, as she blinked back tears of pleasure and felt another rough smack on her ass, earning a whimper from her melanated lips while her brows furrowed.

"tell Daddy you're sorry, baby. let 'im know how sorry you are, sweet girl." Tupac cooed in her ear, peppering kisses on her earlobe, as Aaliyah felt her climax come closer and her grip on the sheets in her hand tightened, her eyes screwing shut and her jaw dropping before she let out a loud moan.

"i'm sorry, Daddy, i'm so fuckin' sorry! oh, s-shit, i'm cumming!" Aaliyah moaned loudly before climaxing, her juices clouding Tupac's length and their sheets, as Tupac smirked devilishly against her ear before his strokes suddenly picked up momentum and he pinned her down onto the bed, locking her arms behind her back while tears of pleasure pricked at Aaliyah's eyes for the second time.

"i can't hear you, beautiful. what'chu say?" Tupac whispered in her ear, sending a harsh smack to her ass, as his grip on her arms tightened while he watched tears run down her face, "say it again, pretty. tell me you sorry."

"D-Daddyyy!— i-i'm sorry! i'm so sorry! p-please, i c-can't— oh, my God!" Aaliyah cried, her hands balling up into fists, as Tupac grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back, earning a feeble whimper from the woman while she looked up at him with glossy eyes.

"let me catch you lettin' anotha' nigga see what's mine again. let me catch you doin' some fuck ass shit like you did tonight with that fuckin' tight ass dress on, Aaliyah. let me catch you doin' some dumbass shit again and see how bad i fuck you up afta' that," Tupac spoke through gritted teeth, staring her dead in the eyes, as Aaliyah's brows furrowed and she gently bit down on her lip, "let me see you doin' some bullshit like that again and i'll air that whole fuckin' club out."

"you should be grateful homeboy walked out alive, baby girl. the way he was touchin' on you, he should've fuckin' got his shit knocked off tryna fuck wit' what's mine," Tupac continued, letting go of her hair and gripping her neck, as Aaliyah hiccuped at the sudden action and she stared submissively at her man, "you see what you do to me, baby? you got me goin' crazy ova' yo' fine ass. you think i'm 'posed to be cool wit' you goin' out in that shit?"

"lettin' all them bitch ass niggas see what i touch every night. what i kiss every night. what i lick every night. what i make cum every. motherfuckin'. night." Tupac growled, roughly squeezing the sides of her neck, as Aaliyah's face was now soaked in tears and the sheets mirrored her face, except they were 10x wetter and they weren't wet from tears.

Aaliyah's speech began to slur and her eyes rolled back into her head as incoherent words left her lips and an aggressive knot formed in her stomach, causing her to whine loudly while her brows furrowed.

"...i-i need to cum... p-please le-let me cum, Daddy." Aaliyah pleaded in a whimper, her words slurring a bit, as Tupac smirked at his lady and his animalistic strokes suddenly slowed, his tip jabbing right into her g-spot and making her jaw drop.

"tell me who you belong to, pretty girl. and then i'll let you cum. deal?" Tupac cooed, biting down on his lip, as he squeezed the sides of her neck and leaned down to kiss her ear, "because if not, you betta' hold that shit or i'ma fuck you up."

"i'm yours, baby! i'm yours! i-i swear i am! this pussy's all yours, Daddy, i promiseeee!" Aaliyah cried, her arch suddenly deepening, as the knot in her stomach slowly began unraveling, "Tupac! o-oh, fuck!"

Aaliyah shouted Tupac's name for a final time before she came, more of her honeydew drenching the sheets and clinging to her lover's erection, as her body weakened in his arms and she let out a soft whimper, her chest rising up and down heavily while her eyes fluttered repeatedly to try to regain her vision.

"aww, look at the mess you made, beautiful. i love how wet this pussy always get fa' me," Tupac cooed, smirking, as he raised his head from her ear and their brown eyes locked, "this yo' dick, right, baby?"

"...of course."

"come show me then."

Aaliyah's lips curled up into a lazy smirk and she bit down on her lip as Tupac's slowly pulled out of her wet sex and laid down on the bed next to her, watching his woman gain strength in her limbs while she crawled over to him. releasing her hair out of her now messy ponytail, Aaliyah tossed the elastic band onto the floor and allowed her hair to cascade down her back as she straddled Tupac's lap, the soreness in her limbs beginning to kick in as she did so.

fighting the aches in her joints, Aaliyah bit down on her lip and raised her hips a bit as she wrapped her fingers around Tupac's soaked phallus, rubbing his tip against her folds for a bit before placing him at her entrance and sliding down. the two lovers released soft gasps of pleasure at Aaliyah's actions and Tupac's hands rested on her hips as Aaliyah bit down on her lip and looked down at her man, who was already staring up at her with lust written in his pretty eyes.

this was her shot to prove that he was all hers, and despite the soreness in her limbs, she was gonna do just that. if he thought he was the only one who could be dominant, he had another thing coming.

leaning down to him, Aaliyah rested her hands on his shoulders as her hips moved up and down at a steady pace, her waist occasionally swirling and earning a small moan out of the man underneath her.

"we been talkin' about me all night," Aaliyah muttered, staring at the man with low eyes, as she bit down on her lip before leaning towards his ear, "now it's time to talk about you."

"how did you think i felt seein' all those pictures, Pac? all them bitches surrounding my man and being all up in his personal space. you think i didn't feel affected by that? hm?" Aaliyah cooed, placing a kiss on his earlobe, as Tupac let out a soft sigh in pleasure and Aaliyah smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.

"you know none of those bitches could do what i do. they couldn't kiss you like i do. they couldn't fuck you like i do. they couldn't suck this dick like i do. they couldn't handle this dick like i do... and they can't ride this dick like i do," Aaliyah growled lowly, bucking her hips onto the male's shaft, as Tupac's hands slid down her ass and grabbed a handful of both cheeks, "you know i know your body better than those bitches do, baby. like... your sweet spot."

Aaliyah's lips wrapped around the top of Tupac's earlobe and she gently tugged at it with her teeth before peppering kisses around it, earning a moan from her lover while she smirked. Tupac fell into a submissive trance — a trance he never even knew he had — and Aaliyah began grinding her hips onto his length as her hands rubbed along his chest, making him twitch inside of her walls.

"fuck, 'Li', if you keep fuckin' around, you gon' make me buss quick." Tupac moaned, biting down on his lip, as Aaliyah smirked and raised her head from her ear, pressing her forehead against his while their heartbeats synced up to match one another.

"i bet those bitches couldn't make you buss quick, could they, Daddy? nobody can do it like me, baby," Aaliyah cooed, a devilish smirk on her face, as she sped up the pace of her grinds and Tupac's hands ran up and down her body, abruptly stopping at her back and gently digging his nails into her skin, "tell me somethin', Pac... who does this dick belong to, baby? tell me who else can make you cum fast. tell me who else knows the right spots to touch. tell me... tell me that you're mine. say it. let me hear you say it, Daddy."

"i'm yours, mama. all yours. mmh, don't stop, i'm 'bout to nut." Tupac moaned, his bushy brows furrowing, as Aaliyah smiled in delight before feeling a knot form in her stomach for a second time, causing the two lovers to moan in sync.

"that's what i like to hear. cum with me, pretty boy."

Aaliyah's hips swiveled and grinded on Tupac's phallus and her juices continued to coat him as some of them dripped down onto the sheets, her walls clenching around his dick while his veins throbbed inside of her. Tupac's gripped Aaliyah's sides and Aaliyah's hands gripped Tupac's shoulders as their foreheads rested upon one another's, fiery passion glossing over both of their brown eyes.

suddenly, Aaliyah's jaw dropped and Tupac's brows furrowed, letting the two know that they were both at their peaks. with a moan of one another's name, Aaliyah came on her man's length and Tupac shot up his woman's club, both of their bodies jolting before relaxing at once. a sigh of relief fell from both of their lips as their grip ceased on each other and Aaliyah rested her head against his chest, tracing over his chain with her finger while Tupac's hands rested against her back.

there was a moment of calm silence between the two before Aaliyah parted her lips to speak, and Tupac rolled his eyes because he knew she was bound to say something smart-mouthed.

"I'll fight every bitch in those pictures." "And I'll shoot that nigga you was dancin' on in the club."

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anime-kia · 11 months

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Mother’s Day?

Lmao sorry, another Dadmonger story.

I couldn't come up with a unique Mother's Day special with the reader celebrating so I used this plot instead.

Mentions of infertility, otherwise, no warnings.

Enjoy!

Relationship: Single Father Erik x Dance Teacher Reader

Erik always loved when his daughter came to visit on the weekends. Despite having to deal with her irritating mother whom he should've left years ago, Aaliyah always brought joy to his usually busy and hectic life.

He was quite surprised when his arrogant, loud-mouthed baby mother was knocking on his door at seven in the morning, calling his name like Sabrina from Madea's Big Happy Family 2.

It didn't irritate him that she was at his door so early, seeing as he was already up since five, working out. But it was Mother's Day today and there was no reason for her to be disrupting his peace.

As soon as the door creaked open, the eight-year-old was already in his arms.

"Hi, daddy!" She gave him a tight hug, the patterned beads on the ends of her hair bounced off his cheek as they made contact.

"Hey, princess." He lifted Aaliyah and gave her a kiss on her cheek above the dimple that matched his. "Go on inside, I'll be there in a second." He said after setting her down.

When Aaliyah was inside, he stepped out and closed the door leaving a small crack.

"Brianna." He simply said with a distasteful look on his face.

"What? You looking like it ain't your turn to spend time with her."

His eyes narrowed, "It's Mother's Day though."

"And?" She shrugged her shoulders and copied his stare, "It's your weekend with her. I got shit to do."

Erik almost laughed, not at her but at himself. This is the bitch that I got pregnant?

"What's so funny?" She asked, resting her hand on her hip. Her nails caught his attention, ridiculously long, pointy and bright. Now that he took a better look at her, he could see and assume the exact reason why she had the nerve to pull something like this.

"Nothing, except you tryna go out and be the thot that you is instead of spending time with your daughter. You ain't send her to one of ya little family members cuz they would've clocked your ass for pulling this stunt." Erik ridiculed her, and every factual statement he said had her eyebrows furrowing and fists clenching harder.

"Fuck you, Erik!" She yelled, pointing her index finger to his face. "You the last person to be judging me."

"Nah, fuck you for being an ain't shit ass mother." With that, he went back inside and locked the door in her face. There was a thump against the door, followed by the sound of her flip flops going down the porch. He sighed and went to go look for Aaliyah.

Erik tried to keep arguing and fights to a minimal whenever Aaliyah was around. It was quite difficult considering her mother was an obnoxious loud mouth who had no class or shame.

Aaliyah knew they didn't get along, in fact even she didn't get along with her mom that well. Brianna was one of those people who shouldn't have kids, but still has them anyway. They didn't really share a mother-daughter bond at all, Aaliyah would get that from other women in her life. Brianna would rather spend time partying, drinking, hooking up, and other stuff that she should've put to rest after she became a mother.

The only reason he wasn't able to take full custody over his daughter was because the judge was quite biased against the infamous ex-Killmonger and there was no way a man like that could raise a child in love. Of course it did take a while for him to recover, thanks to his family in Wakanda, but he was one hundred percent a stable man. Also, he was way more capable to care for his daughter than Brianna ever could.

For one, Erik lived in luxury. He lived in a better house, drove a nicer car, ate tastier foods, and resided in a safer neighbourhood. In fact, he paid for all of Aaliyah's necessities even at Brianna's request. Her clothes, shoes, school supplies and extra curricular activities like dance and swimming.

Brianna on the other hand moved around a lot, couch-surfing, she didn't drive, McDonald's was often her first choice of meal, and she spent a lot more money on her appearance and other things that should come last versus taking care of her basic needs.

But in the court house, she used her mother's living as a cover up for her own. Decent house, fair neighbourhood, working, stable.

He recalls how furious he was when the judge denied him the rights to his child. He knew that Brianna only did this to spite him and also for her own personal financial benefit. Child support was expensive.

"Aaliy-" He walked into the living room to find her curled up in a throw blanket on the sectional sofa, fast asleep. Her overnight bag was resting on the floor. He let her sleep, seeing as it was still very early.

Usually, she would be dropped off on a Friday night and they would wake up around ten or eleven the following day. On Sundays, they would wake up even later around twelve.

Erik spent the rest of the morning in his gym, finishing off his workout that was interrupted. He liked to play music that was loud enough to vibrate the walls, but his baby girl was asleep so he opted to keep it relatively low.

An hour went by and Erik finished his workout. He took a hot steaming shower that fogged up the entire bathroom, then moisturized and got dressed into a white t-shirt, light grey Jordan sweater and black basketball shorts. It was a habit to wear his gold chain that was tucked behind the hoodie.

More time had passed and breakfast was served, eggs and pancakes. Aaliyah was up and ready, climbing onto the bar stool. He slid her plate towards her, along with the maple syrup bottle.

"That's that real maple syrup. Not the sugary shit ya mama feeds you." He watched as she examined the glass bottle. "But be careful not to drop it, aight?"

"Okay, daddy." She twisted the cap off and used her two small hands to drizzle the syrup onto her pancakes. She ended up drowning them and part of the scrambled eggs, but she liked it that way.

Weird. Erik thought. He took a seat beside her and poured the syrup onto his pancakes. "So what we got planned for today?"

Aaliyah's bright face toned down, and her chewing slowed. "Well..." He waited for her response as she swallowed. "Mama was supposed to come to ballet with me. My teacher said bring your mommies for the Mother's Day dance class!" Her fist rested under her chin, "But she isn't here."

He stared at his daughter, reminiscing on the feeling. Erik knew exactly what it was like to not have someone there with him. All the basketball tournaments, school events, and graduation ceremonies. It was no one except him and if he was lucky, maybe one of his foster parents would attend, but that was as rare as a blue moon.

"I uh... I'll take you." He hesitantly said.

"But you always take me, daddy." She didn't understand what he meant, seeing as her classes took place on the weekends so Erik always dropped her off anyway.

"Nah, Li. I mean I'll join the class with you. Only for today." He put his pride behind him today, only for his daughter though. As long as his friends and family didn't see this, everything would be alright.

She started cracking up at Erik's offer, throwing her head back in amusement. "But you're a boy, not a girl!"

"I'm a man, actually. And so what, you got the coolest dad. We gon' have more fun than the rest of 'em." He smiled at his daughter's enjoyment. The two finished their meals and got ready to head out.

On the ride there, Aaliyah couldn't stop sharing her excitement. She often spoke about her dance teacher and how much she loved her.

"She's so pretty, and so nice! And she dances so good! I wanna be like her when I grow up!"

Aaliyah would always talk about her teacher with Erik. The one time she tried to talk to Brianna about her, that resulted in Brianna cursing the teacher off and claiming that she was trying to steal her daughter away.

To say Brianna was an irrational, nonsensical, drama queen would be an understatement.

Erik's nerves spiked as they entered the building. Of course he could dance, but not to the point where he could be a professional. He was more of a man who had rhythm and could do little bits and pieces of hip hop. Though he was graceful, quiet and fast on his feet, ballet was most definitely not one of his specialties.

"This way, daddy!" Her pink tutu bounced as she pulled him towards a brown door, similar to a school classroom door. Outside, there were mothers and daughters all lined up. The little girls were all so giddy and excited, jumping up and down and yapping to their mothers.

He hadn't realized it, but Aaliyah was tugging very hard at his arm. Erik was forming a resistance as they got closer.

"Ungh!" Her little grunts finally were audible in his ears, "Come! On!" Her ballet slippers slid on the tile floor as she tried to tug him.

"Oh damn, my bad." He eased up and allowed her to bring them closer to the door. The mothers immediately took notice of him, some eyeing him longer than they should've. Some looks of confusion, some of lust. They were already talking, but he could sense when the conversations switched to be about him.

Aaliyah was already talking to a group of young girls, sharing their excitement about today. He could hear her boasting about him, even when they questioned where her mother was.

There was classical music playing on the inside for a while, and Erik was praying that it would continue non-stop. He checked his watch; 1:59.

And as soon as the clock struck 2:00, the music stopped.

Another minute passed and the door finally opened, a set of older girls about twelve to fifteen exited. The younger girls squealed in excitement, lining up beside their mothers and Aaliyah to her father. She squeezed his hand and bounced up and down.

"Aye, you bout to pull my shoulder out." He complained.

"Oops, sorry daddy!" Aaliyah apologized and relaxed a bit. Instead, she swayed their arms back and forth.

The line started to move into the room and he assumed that he missed when they were called in. Admitted, Erik was quite interested to see who his daughter bragged about all the time. Being the last to step in, he closed the door and finally turned around.

Erik was beyond surprised to see a young black woman teaching the class. Not that he was underestimating her abilities, but when he thought of a ballet teacher, he pictured an old, white, grumpy-looking lady. Also, black ballerinas were not represented as much, so this was quite the surprise. He assumed that the teacher loved Aaliyah so much because she was a grandmother, and grandparents love children, but he got the exact opposite instead. He was thrilled in fact, and Aaliyah was correct, she was beautiful. You were beautiful.

"Good afternoon everyone, my name is Miss (Y/n) and I'm happy that you're all here for this Mother's Day class." Your smile was so vibrant and bold, lighting up the entire room. Your eyes made contact with Erik's, a chill raced through your body. He was very handsome.

He was broad and had a lot of mass, which easily showed through his clothes. You were digging the dreads that laid to the left of his head.

However, you were not surprised at all that her mother wasn't here, but you were shocked when he showed up instead. You were expecting not to see Aaliyah at all, but nonetheless you didn't question it. It warmed your heart to see how much he cared because the lack on her maternal side was very apparent. Aaliyah viewed you as a motherly figure, you knew that. And it didn't bother you at all, she was a sweetheart.

"Alright, so we'll start off with warming up the muscles then we can start with pliés."

You did simple stretches and warming up with the class so no one would get injured. Jogging on the spot, high knees, jumping jacks, lunges, toe touches, the basics. You did take notice of how fit Erik was, and he was quite flexible too. Though he was wearing a sweater, you could clearly see how muscular his arms were. You couldn't help but stare. Only to be stopped as he caught you.

You looked away, and stood up from your lunge, "Alright, moms and dad, can we get you on this side of the room." You pointed to the left where the taller bar was, and the girls used the shorter one.

The barre routines you pulled together were relatively simple. Though this was a third-level RAD (Royal Academy of Dance) ballet class, you had to alter it so the inexperienced parents could have their fun too, without stumbling or getting frustrated because ballet can be irritating.

"So we're gonna start with our feet in first position and hold for two counts, one... two... Arms through port de bras to second position, three, four." You demonstrated as the participants followed. "Demi-plié and stretch, demi-plié and stretch, rise up, hold, hold and lower. Grand plié, bringing your arm through port de bras and stretch, turn to the other side." The kids were happy at the simplicity, but half of the parents already looked winded. You smiled, "Easy enough?"

There were some sarcastic agrees, which was understandable.

"Don't worry, I'll walk you through it." You smiled at the parents, hitting play on the stereo. You physically demonstrated the steps on the first side, but on the second side, you walked around the room correcting technique.

Erik felt stupid, but no one was judging him as far as he could tell.

You lifted Aaliyah's chin gently as she had a habit of staring down at her feet. "Eyes up. Turn out your feet, and make sure you're resting on all ten toes." You fixed the rest of the girls' arms, posture, and feet positions then switched to the adult bar.

Big yikes, was all you could think of as you watched half of the mothers attempt ballet. The other half were ex-dancers so they were able to do the exercise properly and Erik wasn't bad at all. No, he wasn't perfect, and you betted that if he trained when he was younger, there was no doubt he would be the next Mikhail Baryshnikov. You could tell that he has trained in some areas that required him to be agile and flexible.

"Very good, Mr. Stevens." You praised him. He felt himself smirk. It was nice to receive approval outside of the bedroom or work.

The only thing you fixed on him was his elbow because it was drooping, and also because why not get a close-up of his massive arms. You adjusted posture and arms on the rest of the ladies.

"Nice finish." You applauded as the song came to an end. "I see we have some natural talent in the room, how many parents are or were dancers?" About five raised their hand. You asked them what discipline did they study and when, if they performed and other dance-related things.

Just like the ballet language itself, it was all so foreign to him. He didn't even try to comprehend what you were discussing. The most he knew were pliés, so when you got to saying the other barre exercises, he was at a loss.

Battement tendus, battement glissés, rond de jambe, and that wasn't even a quarter of the ballet glossary.

Finally finished with barre work, the class was in the centre facing the mirror.

"Hold up, it's more?" Erik asked, with a heavy breath. All that leg kicking and pliéing had him tired. He grew a newfound respect for ballerinas and all dancers for that matter.

Everyone giggled.

"Of course, Mr. Stevens. I only did a third of the barre exercises though. We still have centre, corner and character to do." You smiled at him. You lied though, there was no way you'd have enough time to do the whole syllabus, and also it was a Mother's Day class, not a regular one.

The look on his face was hilarious, everyone's giggles escalated into laughter.

"You're already tired, daddy?!" Aaliyah asked in shock as if she didn't have sweat beads on her forehead.

"Hell y- I mean, yeah I'm tired." A while ago he was doing just fine, it only goes to show that he was actually putting in effort. His hard work opened you back up to the idea of hosting a Father's Day dance class.

The first two years you hosted the Father's Day dance, only three or four would show up. It was a shame considering how cute of a bonding experience it would've been for both parties. Erik was your solid proof. Only if they could put their pride down for just an hour.

"So for this next exercise, we're gonna be doing turns!"

"Yaaayy!" The girls all cheered, as turning was their favourite. It was nice to see because when you started out dancing, turning was not your specialty. You were better at jumps.

"Can I get a partner to demonstrate this exercise?"

To your surprise Erik's hand raised.

"Oh, Mr. Stevens? Looks like I'm taking your partner, Aaliyah." You joked.

"That's okay! He said he wanted to!" She had a mischievous smile on her face.

Erik's face heated up as the others made noises, he felt so childish. It reminded him of the time the class found out about his first crush back in middle school.

Either way, demonstrating with two adults worked better than with a small child.

"So, what you're going to do is place your hands on my hips." He did just that, his cologne was faint but smelled very fresh and masculine. "And just rotate me as I keep my feet in first and imitate walks like a penguin." You demonstrated as you spoke. "Can anyone tell me what these are?"

They all raised their hands excitedly, ready to share their knowledge.

"Ellie?"

"Chaine turns!" The little blonde exclaimed.

"Perfect! Now make sure you keep your arms tight so you don't hit your partner."

The grip he had on your hips was surprisingly a lot more gentle than you expected from such a large man. For someone with no experience, he was a great partner. The audience applauded and you gave them a quick curtsey.

"Now you can have your partner back, Aaliyah." You smiled at the girl who was staring in awe at her father and a woman she wished to be one day. "After the partners in front have turned four times, you may start, okay?" You hit play and a more upbeat song played through the speakers, catching the ballet uneducated off guard. "Alright, so we're gonna start in three, two, one."

You watched as they taped their feet, shimmying their shoulders a bit as they waited for their turns. Not many people knew, but ballet wasn't strict to only classical piano music, it came in all forms.

You singled for each group to start, "Eyes up! Keep spotting! Keep your heels together, ladies! Turnout!"

Though you did have to remind her to spot the wall and not her feet, Aaliyah was the most consistent out of the rest of her class. She had so much potential and you hoped that she would continue dancing in the future.

"Very good, everyone! Take a little water break and we'll get started on our second last routine of the day."

The class awed in disappointment that it was already over. This was actually a first, usually, they were excited to leave. But syllabus work was never as fun as leisure classes like these. You were slightly more strict when it came to teaching syllabus.

"Can you open this for me, daddy?" Aaliyah handed her white and pink water bottle over to her dad.

He twisted it enough to remove the pressure, "Ah, it's too hard. Here, you try again."

"But if you can't open it, then how will I?" She pouted.

"Show me your muscles."

She lifted her small arms and flexed.

"Ahh, there they are. Now put 'em to use, girl." He placed the bottle back into her hands. With her might, she easily twisted the lid off.

"I did it!" She celebrated.

"Aye, there you go princess." Erik smiled, pulling his daughter into a hug and planting kisses on her cheek.

The mothers watched in awe at the father and daughter. They would've loved for their husbands to be as affectionate and loving with their children, but they were either too busy or too "manly" to be like that. Erik however, did not care. He would love and be proud of his seed no matter what.

You too gushed at the interaction. It made you become hopeful- about the possibility of having kids.

"Alright everyone, time for some grand jetés!"

The clanking of water bottles being put down, and ballet slippers padding across the floor filled the room.

"Can someone tell me what a grand jeté is?" The girls raised their hands in excitement just like that last time. "Amelia?"

"It's when you run and you jump and do a big split!"

"Perfect answer!" You applauded the light skin girl with brown freckles. "Mr. Stevens, can I get you to help me demonstrate once again?"

"Yeah, of course." He stepped out of the line towards you.

"So the goal of this one is to get really high but also to get a nice big split. Parents, you're going to assist in the height factor and girls, your goal is to get your legs as wide as possible, alright?" You stood in front of him and placed his large hands on your hips. "I'm going to chassé, then take two steps and brush my leg out to do the split."

The first run was slow, making sure that he could keep up. For someone with no experience in ballet, he really surprised you. His coordination was excellent.

The second time around, you picked up the pace and on the jump, he got you very high off the ground, as if he's practiced this before. He gently set you down and for a brief moment, his chocolate eyes met with yours. You smiled at each other and turned to face the class.

"Give Mr. Stevens a round of applause! That was amazing!" He bowed in acknowledgment. After the claps became silent you said, "See how high we got? That's how high you want to get on your own one day." Obviously that was just encouragement, a person can only jump so high.

You played the music and just like the last time you signalled for each partners to start. The mothers who were previous dancers got their daughters at very good heights, you could tell they were giving them pointers as well.

"Eyes up! No développé, make sure you're brushing your leg! Turnout! Stretch that back leg! Point your toes!"

It was funny to see the mothers who had no dance experience trying to keep up with their daughters. Some of the girls got jealous as they watched Erik lift Aaliyah over his head. They were in a world of their own, laughing joyously as they made it to the opposite corner of the room.

"I want to go that high, mommy!"

"We're too low!"

"Higher!"

The mothers looked at their children with incredulous looks. That simply meant, no.

One of the girls, Maya tapped Aaliyah's shoulder. "Can your daddy lift me?" She asked, there was no shyness in her voice. That girl was very bold.

Aaliyah looked up at Erik while pulling on his hoodie. "Daddy?"

"Wassup, princess?"

"Maya wants to know if you can lift her too."

He was stunned at first, "I uh- Yeah, sure." He smiled at them both. "As long as Miss (Y/n) is okay with it."

"Miss (Y/n)! Miss (Y/n)!" The two girls called out. You were checking your notes for the next class routine.

"Yes, girls?" You asked, a little startled.

"My daddy offered to help us jump higher if that's okay with you!"

Quite the surprise, "Yeah, that's fine."

After Maya was lifted, the other girls screamed "Me too!"

He looked dumbfounded, it made you giggle.

"How about this, one jump from Mr. Stevens and then you have to try and jump higher than that, but remembering all the corrections we've been working on throughout the year. Deal?"

"Deal!" They all cheered. The mothers looked very interested as well.

You started the music up and the girls lined up beside Erik. They each took their turns, and you could see some improvement already. They were jumping higher, which resulted in better splits. The mothers recorded, proud of their daughters and still in awe of Erik.

If they saw him on the streets, they would've assumed that he was up to no good. This soft, child-loving and friendly side was shocking to not only them, but to himself as well.

They all finished, and Erik was sweating. You wanted to ask him to take his sweater off, but that might be flirting a little too hard.

"Good job, ladies! And that was awesome Mr. Stevens!" You gave them a round of applause, the mothers joining in as well. "For our final lesson, we'll be doing révérence. You can choreograph this piece with your moms- and dad, but it's going to be really short. Two counts of eight, three max. I'll give you five minutes to come up with your routine."

Each pair went off to their own section of the room to practice.

Erik had no idea where to start, he was usually really good with formulating a plan, but ballet? Yeah, right. Good thing his little sidekick was the expert. She already had something in mind.

"Okay so, first we're going to walk, one, two- Turnout your feet, daddy."

"I'm trying, Li." He grunted as he fixed his feet. This ballet shit was a lot harder than I imagined.

"Then you bring your arms up to first and then to second, like this." She demonstrated for him and he followed suit. She looked at his arm position, droopy elbows, and corrected them. "Like that. Don't drop your arms, okay?"

"Yes, princess." He complied. Already, he could tell she was going to be a great leader.

"Then I'm gonna lift my arms up and you pick me up and we do a turn, then you put me down and we curtsy with our arms in demi-seconde."

"Demi-what?"

"Seconde, like this!" She showed him the arm position.

"Aight, lets run this again cuz I already forgot."

Aaliyah placed her hands on her hips, "Really, daddy?"

"Yeah, come on."

The two practiced their routine as did the others until you finally called time.

"So, who wants to go first?"

Of course Aaliyah's hand shot up, but you wanted to give someone else a go. Besides, you had to save the best for last.

The moms who weren't dancers went first, they were... Well, you've seen worse let's just say that. Then the ex-dancers went, very graceful and lovely routines. It made you wonder who was the choreographer because they were doing some things that you hadn't taught the class. Lastly, it was Erik and Aaliyah's turn.

The first part of their routine was very simple, but very cute. After he spun her and set her down to do their curtsy, he took her hand and placed a small kiss on the back and she did the same. It was so adorable, the mothers awed along with you.

"Excellent work, everyone!" Erik hadn't realized how much fun he was actually having until you announced that class was finally over. "I hope you all have an amazing rest of your Mother's Day and I'll see you next weekend."

Time does fly by when you're having fun.

"Goodbye, Miss (Y/n)!" They all said and exited the room, all except Erik and Aaliyah.

After class, Aaliyah would spend time talking with you about anything. She would tell you about her family life, school and anything that was holding her interest at the moment. It was habitual, and it made Erik more curious about you.

Erik watched as the eight-year-old ran into your arms.

"Hey Aaliyah, did you have fun today?" You asked holding onto her, similar to a mother.

"Yeah, so much fun! I told you my daddy was very strong!"

You laughed, "I didn't doubt it for a second." You stood up and looked at him.

"So y'all be talking about me while I'm not here?" He chuckled, arms folded over his chest.

"Only good stuff." You assured him with a grin. "I wasn't expecting you to be so graceful though."

Erik shrugged, "I am a big nigga."

You raised an eyebrow.

"She's heard everything already, but she knows not to say it. Right, Li?"

"Yes, sir!" She gave him her biggest toothy grin.

"Aye." He pulled five dollars out of his pocket and handed it to her, "How about you go get something from the vending machine, princess."

"Okay!" She accepted the cash and skipped out of the room.

Now all that remained was you and Erik. It wasn't necessarily tense in the atmosphere, but you felt shy for some odd reason. His stare was enough to make you want to hide your face and blush. Sure handsome men have been around you, but something about Erik was more intense.

"So, you met her mom, right?" He suddenly asked.

"Yeah." You wanted to laugh thinking of that ridiculous woman, "She was ready to take me to court after caring about her daughter. She said I was trying to take her away or whatever, but I can't help it if Aaliyah likes me. Besides I love kids."

"Yeah, sorry about that. The girl is crazy."

You nodded quickly, agreeing with him.

"Do you got any kids? I mean you look pretty young, but..."

Your heart sunk, "Well... I haven't um... Been able to conceive so no. That's kind of why I spend a lot of time with kids, to make up for the loss."

"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"No, no, no. It's fine, really. I've only tried it a few times with one person, and after the multiple failures I was too scared to try again so we gave up on each other."

"Damn, I really didn't mean to bring that up."

"No, it's alright. Really." You sighed, "For now, I'm more focused on helping these kids get better and enjoy ballet cuz it can be a lot of fun."

You could still see he was slightly upset by your news, so you decided to change the topic.

"So Mr. Stevens-"

"Erik."

"Yes, Erik." You smiled, "I'm curious to know about your natural talent. Did you dance when you were younger?"

"Nah. I always knew how to dance, but not this ballet shit. I was in the Navy and I did a bunch of training that made me work on stealth. I guess it counted for more than military stuff."

"Ohhh, okay that makes sense."

It was silent for a moment, until both of you tried to speak at the same time.

"You first." He insisted.

"Well I was hoping that I'll see you next month for the Father's Day dance class. I stopped doing them cuz the dads wouldn't show up, but I mean a big, strong guy like you decided to come to the Mother's Day class, so I thought, why not? I would love to have you again, it was really fun."

"I did this for Aaliyah, let's make that clear." He stated, attempting to come off as if he didn't enjoy the class.

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes, "Ballet isn't only for women. I'm sure you would've been the next Carlos Acosta if you started out when you were younger."

"Who?" Erik raised his eyebrow.

"He's a ballet dancer. But anyways, you should come. We can do more lifts and tricks, it'll be fun."

"We?" He gave you a suggestive look. That only made you blush and turn your head.

"Anyways! So will you be joining us again?"

He scratched his beard, "On one condition."

"Which is?"

He knew you were quite interested after he caught you staring more than once during the class. "Let me take you out on a date and we'll see what happens from there."

You were taken aback, "A d-date?"

"Yeah, I wanna get to know you more and see why my daughter likes you so much."

Your heart was beating so loudly, you were convinced that Erik could hear it. "I uh- y-yeah, sure. Why not?"

"Great." He smiled, showing off his gold fangs that you just took notice of.

Aaliyah came back with two packs of skittles, a pack of starbursts and Doritos. She watched you both exchange numbers. "I'm back!"

"Ready to go, Li?" He turned to his daughter after you finished giving him your number.

"Yep! Bye Miss (Y/n)!"

"Goodbye, sweetheart. See you next weekend. Bye Erik, see you soon."

He winked at you as he walked out, "Bye, Miss (Y/n)." The door finally locked, and the butterflies that were flying rampant in your stomach had finally settled down.

"What was she writing in your phone?" Aaliyah asked Erik while eating a handful of Skittles.

"None of your business, girl." He replied, taking the bag of starbursts out of her hand.

"Aww, you never tell me anything!" She huffed.

"That ain't true." He disagreed, popping two pink starbursts into his mouth.

"Yeah!"

"No."

"Yeah, it is!"

"No, it ain't."

The two bickered back and forth until they were in his Range Rover.

"You like her, don't you?" Aaliyah teased.

"Uhhh." He wasn't sure if he could answer that truthfully or just start another debate with his daughter again.

"It's okay daddy, I like her too." She said, buckling up as he started the engine.

He grinned at her through his rearview mirror, "Yeah, she's cool."

"Can we get ice cream?"

"You got ice cream money?"

"Daaadddy?!" She whined.

"I'm just playing, let's go." He laughed, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards the ice cream parlour.

Happy Mother's Day! - I know this wasn't that much about Mother's Day, but I didn't want to write your typical Mother's Day one-shot. I wanted to make it unique.

I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. If you haven't guessed it, I am in fact a dancer.

I do ballet, acro and jazz (I've done other dances, but this is what I've been doing this year). I didn't want to get too technical with the ballet glossary terms because it would come off as gibberish, unless you are a ballet dancer as well.

If you dance, let me know. What style? If you do ballet, are you with RAD? I am.

Thank you for reading!

(Start/Finish: May 10, 2019 - May 11, 2019)

2023 Note: Forgot to upload this on Mother’s Day, so here it is on Father’s Day instead :P

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Constellations

The chain meets wild, but it’s not wild it’s sage Part 3: Electric boogaloo

A story about Ceres and Aaliyah meeting and slow burning together until they kiss. Written in collaboration with @neverchecking

Warnings: Sage

4.3 K WC (First)

Akkala wasn’t far. Well, Aaliyah wouldn’t say it was far. But Aaliyah would also say the distance from here to Rito was a leisurely stroll. So, who was she to be the best judge of distance? Or character for that matter. Rolling her eyes, she blatantly ignored the battle cries ringing out from behind her. Link, or Sage as he had been dubbed for convenience sake, had been nothing but a buzzing pile of nerves since last night, when they had hummed and hawed over a game plan. What to do with the new traveling partners, what route actually was the most efficient, and how to lose them in the depths should the need arise. It was needlessly paranoid thinking, but it kept him level enough he wouldn’t commit arson right off the bat, so she counted that as a win.

“Should we-...Should we stop them?” A timid voice called behind her, making her loll her head to the side. Her eyes went from Ceres, then to Sage, who was yanking at Twilight’s hair from where he was perched on his shoulders while the cowboy tried throwing him off. It was almost comparable to bucking bronco really. She was almost impressed. She sucked in a breath then grinned. “No.”

Ceres took a deep breath, eyes never leaving the two…boys fighting. “What are they even going at it over?”

Aaliyah shrugged, “Something about the last egg for breakfast.” Ceres rolled her eyes, not knowing how to stop the fighting themself, so opting to sit back on the ground. She patted the spot next to her.

“May as well sit if we are gonna be wasting time.” Aaliyah looked down at them, then the spot next to them.

“Yeah, I suppose.” Aaliyah turned and made her way to them, sitting with her knees up and hands back as she watched the fight drag on.

“Who do you think is gonna win?”

Aaliyah laughed at that question, watching on as Sage was flipped off of Twilight’s shoulders onto his back. “My money is on them knocking each other out at the same time.”

Ceres snickered, “My money’s on Sage.” They extended their hand to Aaliyah, who shook it firmly.

“You got yourself a deal, Doll.” They watched and waited for a few minutes longer, Sage biting any bit of arm or leg or, hell, even stomach he could get at. Twilight pulling on Sage’s long hair in an effort to get him to stop gnawing at him. Twilight eventually was able to pull him up to eyelevel. Which then they both promptly head bashed each other. They both fell back in opposite directions, hitting the ground hard.

“I guess you win.” Ceres sighed.

“Do I?” Aaliyah smirked, one ear flopping in an act of sarcastic glee. There was no mirth in her eyes, simply attuned amusement. “Guess I get a prize, don’t I?”

Ceres did not like that look in her eyes. It made their stomach feel funny. And what good was that? She swallowed. “...Anything in particular you want?”

Aaliyah’s cheeks dusted a musty rose color, something apparently foreign to the Sheikah as she seemed taken aback. “Well, shit- if you’re offering I got a few ideas.” She laughed, head tossed back in a laugh. Something in her voice tinged with an accent she was unfamiliar with. It was nice. Ceres flushed and Aaliyah laughed even harder. She was a bit of a cunt, but apparently Ceres was into that. “Young larrikins like you are so easy to tease.”

“What did you just call me-”

“Down girl.” Aaliyah settled, shaking her head a bit. “Larrikin. It means you're young. Rowdy. But, ya have a good heart.” She looked at the boys, then shook her head. “We’re gonna get caught with our heads up our asses at this rate. I say we leave ‘em to fend for themselves.”

“No!”

“Worth a shot.” Aaliyah groaned, pulling out a tablet. She scrolled along the screen for a second before pulling out a yellow bulb like fruit. “Wanna see something fun?” Her grin turned devious and before Ceres could say anything, a shower of sparks lit up the area along with some yelps of pain.

“Aaliyah!” Ceres scolded, starting to make their way to help Twilight before realizing they couldn’t. Both of the men jumped to their feet, yelping and leaping away from one another and the yellow bulb between them.

“Aaliayh!” Sage screeched out, holding onto his back as he staggered over to the girls. “You can’t just fuckin’ shock us like that!”

Aaliyah crossed her arms over her chest, “You two knuckleheads are the ones who knocked each other out!”

“And you are the one who just shocked us with a fucking volt fruit!”

“Whatever, you’re fine, crybaby.”

Sage looked as though smoke was coming out of his ears, but it was truly just his slightly fried ends sending the smoke into the air. Twilight finally snapped out of his shock long enough to follow Sage over. “That was kinda rude, doncha think?”

“You shut the hell up, Mutt. She can do as she fuckin’ pleases.” Sage hissed out, taking another step towards Twilight.

“Okay.” Ceres stepped between them before they could beat each other senseless. “This, has to stop. Now. Y’all are being ridiculous right now. If you need to hug and kiss to make up, do it now.” Ceres moved out from between them, motioning with their hands to do something. Both men grumbled before stepping towards each other and shaking hands, a bit too aggressively.

“How did you do that?” Aaliyah whispered, eyes wide watching the scene in front of her.

There was a moment of silence before the Sheikah quickly added. “That was hot. Maybe we should kiss and make out sometime-”

“Aaliyah!” Came the indignant, scandalized shout. “Not in front of the boys, they might get jealous-”

This made the woman perk-up, “Say the word and they are gone-”

Sage turned around in exasperation. “I fight for your honor and this is the thanks I get?”

Aaliyah blinked for a second before shrugging. “I mean I can suck your dic-”

“OKAY-” Ceres quickly cut her off. “How far did you guys say Akkala was? Maybe one of the others already dropped there-”

Before Ceres could say anything more, the same sound from before warbled out. All eyes looked to the sky. There was another one of those damned portals, angry and red and glitching out around the edges. It was facing downwards towards them which could, really only mean good things. Ceres stepped to the closest person near them. Which happened to be the Sheikah- How was she always right next to her? The woman hummed, holding out an arm for Ceres to hook hers into. Well, she wasn’t gonna complain now that was for sure.

“Think something fun is gonna come out this time?” Aaliyah mused, her free hand resting on the hilt of her sword. “Or are we getting another cowboy?”

“Jokes on ya. There’s only one of me.” Twilight scoffed, his own weapon being drawn.

Sage huffed, sending Twilight a warning glare. His mouth opened only for something to fall right on top of him. There was a series of groans at the action as the blond fell like a sack of bricks. Yet another blond on top of him.

“I’m betting twenty rupees that guy’s name is also Link.” Aaliyah blurted.

“I am not taking that bet, because I already know it is.” Ceres added, looking between Aaliyah and the pile of flailing arms and legs on the ground. “Welcome to paradise, Legend.”

“Excuse me?” Sage stood closer to Legend.

“Legend? What kind of stuck up pretentious name is that?” The Sheikah laughed, shaking her head. The legs finally fell to the ground, rising to their feet as they glared at each other.

“It’s my name, fucking thank you.” Legend hissed out, shooting a glare at the Sheikah.

Legend looked up at his face, close enough to feel the others heat radiating off of him. “Did I fucking stutter?”

Ceres sighed, rolling her eyes. “Can all of you knock it off for fuck’s sake?!”

Legend finally took note of his surroundings at Ceres’s voice, releasing Sage’s shirt from his fist and making his way to her. “Squirrel? You’re here too?”

“Squirrel-” Aaliyah snapped at Sage before he could finish that, grabbing his arm and pulled him away from the growing scene. He grumbled his whole way out of the clearing.

“I’m so glad you’re here! We all got separated in the portal.” Legend grabbed her hands in both of his.

“I’m here too. Things are a bit rough right now.” Twilight spoke up, coming up behind Legend.

“Did I fucking ask?”

“Look, just ‘cause ya got into a fight with Sage don’t mean you gotta be fightin’ me too.” Twilight put his hands in the air.

“You have been in a nonstop constant fight with other Sage since you showed up, Twi.” Ceres rolled her eyes, again.

“That ain’t mean he’s gotta be goin’ at it too.” Twilight turned and went a bit away so Legend and Ceres could speak.

Legend shook his head. If nothing else, the cowboy had enough emotional intelligence to know when to give someone space. Even if his regular I.Q. was fighting for its life. “I cannot explain how much a relief it is to see you.” He hummed, reached a hand to cup her jaw. She leaned into, forehead falling to rest on his. “You’re telling me.”

He hummed softly, relishing in the feeling of her. The warmth she provided and the light she carried so naturally. “So…Who were the other two?”

Ceres blinked before her eyes snapped wide open. “Shit-” She paused before giving a heavy exhale. “This is their world they’re…probably fine. Those were Aaliyah and Sage…Well, her Sage. Not ours. Acts the same though.” She huffed. “Aaliyah seems okay though…Maybe a little more than okay. She’s been helpful…” Was the loosest term she could use. Who knew if the Sheikah could still hear her? That was not a risk she was willing to take.

“They’re willing to help us-”

“They helped enough. They brought you back to me-us. We don’t need their half-assed help any more.” Legend hissed with another shake of his head. “This Sage and whatever else fucking versions of him there are can go fuck right off.”

“They’re trying to help us, Legend.” They tightened the grip she had on his hands. “I’ve been with them for three days now and everything has been perfectly fine. We wouldn’t have found you without their help.”

“They’re probably just making you comfortable before they take you out, Ceres.”

“Why would they want to take me out?! I haven’t done anything to them, they don’t even know who I am.”

Legend sighed, “Why don’t you trust me on this?”

“You really want to talk to me about trust?” They pulled their hands from his, letting them hang at her sides. “You really have a great track record with that.”

“Ceres-”

“No, these people were kind enough to take me in, feed me, help me. And you are saying all of these things when they can probably hear us. Do you know your way around Wild- Sage’s Hyrule?” When she didn’t get a response, she continued, “Yeah. That’s what I thought. Just accept the help.” She backed away from him, looking at the ground before making her way to join Twilight. Who was definitely pretending to not be listening.

He let out a low whistle once they got close enough. “Feeling okay?”

Ceres groaned. “Yes. No. I don’t know. Maybe when we get moving I’ll cool down.”

Twilight simply nodded, gently brushing back their bangs to press a kiss to their forehead. “It’s a stressful time right now, darling. We’re all on edge. Whether you wanna admit or not, those two probably aren’t helping things-”

“Not you too-”

“Not because they’re two halves of a whole twisted joke from Hylia. But because they’re new. And Legend doesn’t do well with new. Makes him kinda…bitchy.” Twilight cocked a grin. Ceres huffed again. Was that the word they were using now?

Shaking her head she gently pressed a kiss to Twilight’s chin before moving along. Aaliyah had dragged Sage this way and she knew if they didn’t start moving they’d be caught in the dark. Legend was already struggling with these two and she didn’t wanna strain whatever possible relationship was there by making him trust them on nightly watch.

True to her intuition, there was the Sheikah and Sage. He was sitting on the ground, holding her in his lap with his head on her chest. His ear was laid just under her collarbone, eyes closed as she ran careful fingers through his hair. Her own eyes were closed as she leaned her chin on his head.

Her ears twitched in recognition of the footsteps nearing, reassuring Ceres that she wouldn’t get stabbed. Which was nice. She preferred their body in one piece.

Yellow eyes peaked open as Aaliyah watched Ceres inch close before pressing a kiss to the blond locks. “I love you, but you gotta get up now.”

Sage groaned, eyes scrunching before he stood, Sheikah still held securely in his arms. “There ‘m up. Less’go.”

Ceres smiled lightly at the sight before turning her back to them, letting them have the last bit of their moment. “I’m sorry for all of… that. I know it wasn’t pretty to listen to.”

Aaliyah shrugged them off, still holding onto Sage. She planted a small kiss to his forehead before pulling away from him with a groan of protest. “It certainly wasn’t. Are you alright?”

Ceres was taken aback by the sudden worry for their wellbeing. “I- uh-”

Aaliyah walked passed them before she could respond. “Since you are, lets get a move on. We need to hurry to make it before dark.” They nodded, following behind her and infront of Sage. Legend and Twilight stood together in the middle of the clearing.

“We all set ‘n ready to go?” Twilight attached himself to Ceres’s side before they could wander off with the Sheikah.

Aaliyah nodded, “After that little fiasco, it’s time to get going.” Sage made his way to Aaliyah’s side, settling into their rhythm of quiet or wordless communication. Legend fell into place behind the group, claiming he was ‘keeping watch of the weak spot’ but they all knew he was just paranoid.

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Eldin was next, with its spits of fire and lava, and the Gorons mining away. It was rhythmic and steady, something trained through years of hard work. Aaliyah and Sage lead the way effortlessly, almost as if they had been born and raised in these looping roads. Minecarts rattled above them, dropping bits of coal with every harsh turn.

“-We can drop them off at Rollin’ Inn and go check out the mines-”

“-Are you kidding? And leave them with what? A packet of rocks and a stick and hope that keeps them entertained?”

Sage shrugged, a dumb smirk plastered on his even dumber face. “There’s three of them there, surely they can find ways to entertain themselves either with each other or-”

“And I’m cutting the train of thought off right there.” Aaliyah scoffs, pushing his face away with a barely concealed grin. He chuckled at the action before catching her hand and using it to pull her closer. “It’s like free babysitting!”

“Uhm…” A small voice called out for a second, making both turn. Ceres was watching them intently, eyes darting between them. “What’s next?”

They exchanged a silent look for a second, Sage shrugging while Aaliyah sighed. “Look, if one of your friends is gonna be here, they’re gonna be down in the old Rock Roast mines. But you guys don’t have the equipment to go down there and we don’t have the patience to get you all your own. So, you’re gonna stay back here while we go look-”

Bailey’s turn :D bitch boy

“But I don’t want to stay. I want to go searching with you two.” They let their shoulders slump forward. “They won’t know who you two are, I or one of us should go with.”

Sage shook his head, “No, they will know me. So that’s fine.”

Ceres practically stomped their foot, “Please? I won’t get in the way.”

Aalyiah would have considered the act childish, if not a bit cute in a way, if she was not trying to put herself in explicit danger. “Ceres, we said no. That’s final.” She walked past her into the inn. Explaining that they needed rooms for the group.

Legend came up next to them, “I hate to admit that she’s right, but she’s right. We should stay here and work on a plan.”

“A plan for what, Legend?” Ceres shot back, not even giving him a glance in his direction. “Gonna kill them too?”

“Are you- Ceres.” Twilight grabbed Legend’s shoulder, as Ceres walked up to the desk to join Aaliyah. “Stay out of this, rancher.”

“Kinda hard to when ya got the attention of the whole inn.” He released the others shoulder, “We really have been alrigh’ even before ya got here, Vet. Things are alrigh’.”

Legend smacked his lips, “Something is off.”

“Ya always think somethin’ off.” He rolled his eyes. “But the only thing that’s off was the portal behavin’ all cattywampus.”

Legend gave him a look for the langue but nothing else, instead taking the room key from Aaliyahs hand before she could give it to him and heading down the hall.

“He’s a pleasant one.” She spoke up, shoving the other key into her pocket.

“We’ll be back before too long, before nightfall at the very least. The inn will provide you with cookware and a fire, but other than that you’re on your own.” The Sheikah shook her head, reaching for her tablet. In a flash an assortment of ingredients popped out, to which were handed to the rancher. “I’m sure you have some level of basic cooking skills? These will get you through the day before we return.”

Aaliyah paused for a second, brows furrowing before she was scratching the back of her neck and replacing her tablet on her hip, instead digging into a satchel on her hip. She hesitated for a second before grabbing one of Ceres’ hands and holding it between her own. Her ears lowered and flickered for a second, piercings clinking together before Aaliyah was dropping smooth and thin into her hands. “I-...I know this whole situation has put you in a weird position. And I know that while you may not like it, you staying here is for your safety above all else. I know what's down there and how to handle it, but you do not.” Ceres opened her mouth to protest before Aaliyah shook her head. “Besides the point. This, right here, is a travel medallion. If you desperately need us, throw it to the ground and it’ll alert us that it has been placed. We- I’ll be there within seconds.”

Ceres swallowed before Aaliyah was dropping her hands and turning to Sage, who had just finished handing over a handful of rupees. The Sheikah waved at the brunette, who clutched her closed fist to her chest, giving a shy and slow wave at the other’s retreating form. The disk felt cool to the touch in her hands.

“Okay. I will.” Was all that they could get out as the couple walked towards the center of town. Twilight draped his arm over her shoulders.

“Lets go find the room, yeah?” She nodded, following with him down the hall. Legend had, conveniently, left the door open for them to find him. In the middle of the room was one oversized bed. It made sense with them being among the Gorons. She sat at the end of it, feet swinging awkwardly at the tension in the room.

“Look, I know we’re all stressed right now, but bein’ like this ain’t gonna fix nothin’.” Twilight waved his hands between the two of them.

“He’s on his shit, Twi. I’m not gonna deal with it right now. That’s a tomorrow problem.” Ceres leaned down to unlace her boots.

“Oh, so I’m a problem now?” Legend’s venomous words shot in her direction.

She sat back up, loose laces falling around boots. “When you show up and problems immediately start? Yeah! You’re causing problems!”

Twilight sighed, getting onto one knee and taking their boots into his hands. She looked down at him for a moment before turning their head back to Legend.

“I’m tired of this, Legend. We shouldn’t be arguing like this, not with everyone missing.”

“You’re the one starting fights!” He exploded, standing from his chair so fast that it fell to the ground behind him.

Ceres flinched backwards at the yelling and metal hitting the stone ground. Twilight rubbed her knee lightly before pulling the boot off and putting it next to him.

“Legend, lower your voice. Ya know better than that.” Twilight barely looked up to the shorter man before starting on the other boot.

“You know that this fighting isn’t necessary.” He said in a quieter, but none the less aggressive tone.

“Actually I think it’s well warnented. We never resolved all of that.”

Legend flinched back for a second before rubbing his hands along the bridge of his nose and scrubbing his face up and down. “Look, Ceres, you have to understand. I did it to protect you. Everything I ever do is for you.” His hands flew out in a wild gesture. “I would never purposefully do anything to upset you-”

“But it did. And you knew it would.” They shot back. Somewhere in the back of their mind, the reminder of the medallion rang out. She shook her head. “...What is it against them that you have issues with? They haven’t done anything to you.”

Legend’s face turned pleading. “What have they done for you for you to be so on their side? You’ve seen how Sage acts. You’ve seen what he’s capable of-”

“This isn’t him!” Ceres snapped suddenly. Suddenly enough even Twilight stopped from his place knelt before her. Her hands fiddled in front of her, toying with the silvery blue gift. Yes, they shared the same voice and face and ideologies. But they weren’t the same. Ceres knew this almost intimately so. There was one glaring difference with this Sage and her own. “He’s not…like our Sage. He has something he’s fighting for. Something he’s put his faith in and it hasn’t immediately been spat on. He has…He has his person.” Like Sun was to Sky, or Ravio to Legend, this Sage had found his counterpart- no, his soulmate and was someone entirely different yet intimately familiar all the same.

Silence fell around them for a second before Ceres continued.

“You should see the way she looks at her. Like she’s the stars, sun and moon all in one. Like the goddesses themselves put her here just for him and he’s going to make sure there’s not a second that goes by where he doesn’t think that. The way he holds her is just so-...It’s not like our Sage at all.” Ceres huffed at last, a pout on their lips. “Like how you or Twilight or Hyrule hold me at night, or the way Wild watches me like I’ll disappear. Or how Wars and Sky treat me like glass because to them, I’m irreplaceable-”

“You are.” Legend choked out.

“But that’s just it. This Sage won’t do anything because we’re just as dangerous to him as he is to us. Only in a completely different way. He doesn’t care what happens to himself, as long as she remains safe. And we pose a threat to her the entire time we’re here.” Ceres patted the spot next to her as Twilight took the other side. Legend slowly crept over to it, leaning his shoulder on her once he was close enough. She hummed, running a hand along his thigh. “They mean you no harm as long as you bring none. This Sage’s priorities are different. Give him a bit of slack, yeah?”

Legend didn’t say anything, instead reaching up to squeeze her hand. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Legend.”

The cold medal medallion grew warmer in her hand as she turned it over.

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“We should just ditch them.” Sage put his hands behind his head as they walked into the mine.

Aaliyah hit the back of his head, “We are not doing that.” He groaned.

“But why?! They have not one, but two Links to help her now. Why can’t we just go home?!

Aaliyah shot him a look as she lit her torch. “Would you just leave me to fend for myself?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” He stopped in his tracks and watched her walk ahead a few more before turning to face him. “You know I wouldn’t do that to you, snowdrop.”

“Then keep walking.” She went back tracing the walls with her free hand as they made their way deeper into the cave.

“Do you really think someone is down here?”

“Only one way to find out.” She grumbled as they entered a larger room. “Hello?” She asked out in a quiet tone.

“HELLO?! ANYONE HERE?!” Sage cupped his hands over his mouth as he shouted.

Aaliyah hit him again, “Be quiet, idiot! You may cause a cave in!”

“You weren’t saying that last time we were here and you were throwing bombs around like candy.”

“And you weren’t letting up with your loud ass last time either.”

“As I remeber it, you were the one screaming my name.”

“Enough.” She hissed out, turning the torch to the middle of the room.

Just as he went to retort, their ears flickered at the sounds of steps behind them.

#aaliyah <3 #Ceres <3 #linked universe #lu #lu OC #Linked universe oc #linked universe x oc #linked universe fanfic #lu sage #look how cute they are <33 #one day they will smooch

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pr-ttyface · 25 days

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B.O.Y. B.S.F

desc: so basically, she does this prank on her boy bestiee in her car where she gon go up to him like she tryna kiss him n he falls fa it. he grabs her chin and kisses her but thing is she don pull bck!

type & 'warnings' : fluff; no swearin (ian do that lol); its jus sum kissin, no harm :))

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(omd pls don imagine that guy as the bsf. imagine the girl as aaliyah but look fa anyb else fa the guy bsf)

CHARACTERS:

aaliyah - main

roman - main's bsf

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"heyy y'all!" aaliyah greeted the camera as she set it down, smiling. "how y'all doin'? it's ya girl, a-a-l-i-y-a-h!" aaliyah finished off, moving her hands and popping her neck whilst pronouncing the letters. she smiled showing off her cute dahlia dimples as well as her pink and silver braces.

"so today, i'm gon' be doin' a prank on rom and it's basically where me and him gon' be in this car and i'm gonna start getting all close up or whatever. let's see what happens!" aaliyah squeals, looking to her right before look back at the camera again and clapping her hands.

"he's comin' in about a 50 seconds. oh yeah, shoutout to whoever thought of this prank first btw." she added.

after around a minute, roman shows up to the window and knocks on it, signaling for her to open the door. aaliyah notices this and does what she is meant ta do.

"heyyy" aaliyah shouted. they did their lil' secret handshake or whatever. "watchu so loud fo?" he replied.

"nice ta know that chu missed me too" aaliyah laughed.

"yeah i been" aaliyah side-eyed the camera then looked back at rom. "proper english? anyways, tell me wassuh like witcho life and errythin"

"man, forget allat"

"bruh"

"yeah, yur'd me. life okay doe. could be better. couldn't be worse." aaliyah carefully listened whilst staring at his lips.

"eyes up here, bruh" he kissed his teeth. "what bout cho ass? you been good? ain't nobody hurtin' or nun?" aaliyah nodded, staring into his eyes. suddenly, roman's phone started to buzz.he took it out of his pocket and saw that it was a phone call.

"be right back, shawdy" he nodded his head to outside of the door and he went out of the car to pick up the call.

aaliyah immediately turned her head towards the hidden camera and took it out. "guys, ok so he ain't notice nun, i don't think... i'm gon' start stepping up ma game a lil' bit to make things interesting and also i-"

she got cut off by her car door opening.

"wah good?" he asked.

"oh my goonih (goodness), so basically this one FEMALE-" she emphasized the word 'female'. "-decided to try sneak up on me but obviously i popped her butt"

she sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes.

"not too much" he added, chuckling.

"watchu mean? EXCUSE you." she raised her lips in a wide pout and cut her eyes at him.

she would take a glance at his lips every now and then, really whenever he would open his mouth. sometimes, she even leaned in to tell him something.

aaliyah could tell that it was getting him excited. "liyah"

"yes?" she answered.

"you coo?" he questioned. "uh-huh.." she nodded her head, licking her lips.

"the hell is you actin' weird?" roman queried.

"dunno watchu mean." she answered back. aaliyah stared into his eyes for a split second, looked away then looked at him again. honestly, aaliyah forgot all about the camera. she felt like it was only them. no camera involved. it was weird. she's had this feeling befo when it came to just them alone but never knew what it was.

roman leaned in closer to aaliyah. aaliyah leaned in closer to roman. just as she was about to pull away and say 'it's a prankkk!gotcha ahh!' - he grabbed her chin and pulled her towards his lips.

it caught her by surprise.

they lips softly grazed together before he smashed his lips on her vaseline-filled (ION KNO LOL), clear lips.

he pulled away and smiled, looking in her light brown eyes.

aaliyah blushed and didn't know what to do so she just looked at the camera. he kept looking at her.

she pulled him back into her arms and passionately kissed him. the kiss deepened as he opened his mouth, making it a open-mouthed kiss. aaliyah lightly moaned in pleasure of him sucking her tongue.

aaliyah pulled away and smiled. after that, she crawled onto his lap, sit on it facing him and leaned in. he forcefully grabbed her cheeks and pushed him lips into hers. she moved her head, enjoying the sound of their lips connecting. they continued to kiss as he put his hand underneath her white hood and into her braids.

finally, she pulled away to end the video. she turned around and sat back at her driver's seat. liyah took out her camera and smiled into it. "welp, there goes yo' prank.."

he doesn't even seem amused. he's just staring at her like he wants some more. (more kissing y'all, don't b nasty frl)

she giggles nervously before cuttin the camera out, knowing that later on she will edit an outro in.

she looked over to him and he pulled her back on his lap.

YOU CAN THINK OF WHAT HAPPENS NEXT CUH

LMAOAOAOAI HELPPP I PUT THAT GIF AS A JOKE N NOW IT WONT LEAVE FA SUM REASON

#fluff #foryou #bsf #prank video #cute

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britswriting · 1 year

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Desire (46)

Desire Masterlist

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I apologize for the person I became whilst writing this chapter lmao

I wrote this till like 5am, I did my best editing it this morning, but if you see errors, no you don't lmao

Warning: Sexual content, Sexual assault - they do not go hand in hand.

*Leighton's POV*

Vegas was interesting. Colby flew me in the night before Katrina's birthday, Kat being overly excited to show me around their new house and her recent purchases.

"Look how good the photos turn out with this mirror!" She scrolled through her phone, a plethora of images going by.

That night Sam cooked for us, which surprised me, the four of us playing Uno and Monopoly as we watched Netflix, basking in the fact that we could all hang out together again.

The day of Katrina's birthday, everyone else flew in, and it was overwhelming to be honest.

A lot of these people I haven't seen since our Castle Airbnb, so it was an interesting catch up.

I walked out of Colby's bathroom, seeing him throw on his faux leather jacket.

"Well don't you look yummy" I announced, scaring Colby.

"You've been hanging around Stas too much" He muttered, both of us laughing.

"I can't believe Sam really did buy her a bell" I snickered, grabbing my phone off of the charger, checking my messages.

"You look stunning Leighton" Colby complimented, his eyes running down my body, my cheeks flushing.

"You look like Colby" I teased, placing a few kisses against his lips.

"Take some photos with me?" He asked, opening his camera.

We took a few normal selfies, two of us kissing, and then some funny ones before posing in front of the mirror, following the same pattern.

"Here wait" He snickered, turning around, having me follow his movement before he placed his hand on my ass.

"Why?" I laughed, squeezing his ass and watching him take a few quick photos, pulling me into his arms.

"I love you so much" He murmured against my hair, kissing the top of my head.

"It's not fair that I'm in heels, and you still have a few inches on me"

"Your personality makes up for your height" Colby teased, and I watched him send the photos of me, making one of our silly ones his home screen.

Colby was pretty handsy in the car, his hand slipping between my legs a few times, earning a few glares.

Hand in hand we walked through the door together, bright colorful lights and loud music stimulating our brains as we found a table.

"I'm going to order shots, what would you like Leighton?" Sam asked, Stas offering me to sit next to her.

"Uh... A coke or Pepsi is fine" I offered a small smile, taking a seat whilst Sam and Kat made their way to order drinks.

Being surrounded by influencers again was something I wasn't used to.

I was hyper aware of all of the photos and videos being taken around me, knowing I needed to be careful with Colby before our touchy feely moments ended up on Aaliyah's twitter.

A few people asked me to take group photos with them, mentally eye rolling every time they were shocked I still didn't have Instagram.

"Can I post this to my story?" Stas asked, our recent selfie on her phone, white letting reading "Reunited and it feels so good!!"

"Yeah, I don't care" I smiled, spotting Sam and Kat coming back with drinks.

"Two Pepsi's for Leighton" Sam handed over, and I thanked him, struggling to pop the seal. "Help!" I fake whined, Colby flipping the tab for me, plopping a straw into it. "Thank you" I grinned, Colby leaning down to kiss me, "You're very welcome"

We mingled at the table for a little bit, before Colby came over towards me, holding out his hand.

"I'm wearing heels, I planned on sitting most of the night"

"And I planned on hanging out with my sexy girlfriend all night"

"So sit" I patted the seat next to me, scooting closer to Stas, leaning barely enough room for her.

"I can't grind on you here" He pouted, my eyes widening.

"I mean, you could, it just would be awkward and you'd probs have bruises from the table" Stas teased, Colby groaning.

"Please, five minutes, that's all I ask" He bargained and I gave in, clasping my hand in his, letting him pull me up.

I pulled my tight skirt down, Colby slowing his pace down so I didn't fall on my face.

I went to wrap my arms around his shoulders, only for him to pivot his body so he was behind me, his hands wrapping around my waist.

"You look and smell so good, I'm going feral" He murmured into my ear, his teeth grazing just above my piercing.

"Did you drink a horny serum or what?" I laughed, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.

"My eyes did the second you walked out of my bathroom looking like dripping gold"

"Dripping gold? I'm wearing all black"

"Same thing"

"No it's not!" I laughed, Colby's hand resting in front of my vagina, my body freezing.

"What are you doing?"

"Covering what's mine"

"It's already covered by my thong and skirt, dumbass"

"Jesus Christ, did you have to tell me you're wearing a thong?"

"It's black lace too" I smirked, turning around to face him, seeing his jaw clench and his eyes darken.

"I hate you"

"Good"

"Should I just" Colby moved a black heart emoji over my face, teasing me.

"You're annoying"

"Fine, I'll share my beautiful girlfriend with the world" He grumbled, moving the heart to the trash.

Colby giggled to himself, making me look over at his phone, seeing he typed out "Night out with my girls", making me roll my eyes and kiss his cheek as he hit post.

a/n: Envision Leigh next to Stas lol I don't wanna edit

By the time we left the bar, almost everyone was drunk, meaning I had to wrangle 10 people back to the house.

I slipped off my heels, holding them in my hands as I winced, climbing the stairs with Colby.

I shut the door behind us, dropping my heels next to it, watching Colby slip his shoes and jacket off, tossing them onto the floor.

I wiped my makeup off, wetting my toothbrush when Colby came in to pee.

"Hey" I frowned, turning away.

"You've seen my dick babe"

"Doesn't mean I wanna see you pee"

"It's my bathroom"

"I was here first"

"My house"

"And if you want me to stay your girlfriend, you'll wait next time"

"You're being dramatic" he muttered, and I spat out the toothpaste, glaring at him.

"For the love of god, if you can't make it into the toilet, sit down!" I scolded, Colby's cheeks going red. "I'm no longer using this bathroom. You're cleaning that"

"I'm too drunk to clean baby"

"Sounds like you problem to me"

I slipped out of the bathroom, leaving Colby to himself.

"You better flush!" I called back, slipping my skirt down my legs, letting out a breath of relief when I could spread my legs more than two inches.

I sat on the floor, letting my legs spread out as I leaned forward.

"What are you doing?" Colby asked.

"Stretching"

"Why?"

"Because being a girl is hard Cole, my hips hurt from being constrained, and my feet kill from trying to look good"

"You always look good baby" he sat down across from me, startling me when his foot touched mine.

"What are you doing?"

"Showing you how ridiculous you look" he leaned forward, mocking me.

"That's rude. You were in skinny jeans all night"

"Pressing against my raging boner, it was quite annoying Leigh"

"Whose fault was that?"

"Yours for looking hot"

I sat up, keeping my legs spread, Colby's eyes widening.

"Leighton Rae Fox"

"What? — Oh" I giggled, "Sorry"

"That was mean"

"It's your fault for getting drunk. You don't think I'm wet from having your cock press against my ass and crotch all night?"

"You're bullying me!" He whined, crawling over to me and softly pushing me down onto the carpet, hovering over me.

"I am not" I laughed, moving my hands under his shirt, running my nails lightly against his back.

"Let me get my dick wet please" he begged, pressing his clothed crotch into mine.

I practically cackled, Colby kissing my neck as I squirmed.

"Sober up Colby, then we'll talk"

"You know what will sober me?"

"Hm?"

"You're pussy juice"

"That's disgusting, shut up"

"You're going to tell me you don't want my tongue playing with your clit?" He asked in a low tone, his breath hitting my ear, my back arching, my boobs pressing against his chest which made my shirt rub against my nipples, a soft moan escaping from my throat.

"I'm not fucking you when you can't even pee in the toilet. What if you put it in the wrong hole? I'm not ready for anal Cole"

I felt his chest vibrate against me, laughing to himself before pressing his lips into mine, practically taking my breath away before muttering "You're cute", placing a sweet kiss to my lips. "You have to fuck me before you leave"

"I don't have to do shit"

"True, but I'd really like to see your pretty cunt glisten under my touch, so I'd be preferred if you did"

"You can't say shit like that when I can't fuck you" I groaned, resisting the urge to press my hips into his.

"You can too fuck me"

"You're too drunk to think straight. I don't want something happening, and you not paying attention to me because you're too focused on cumming. Plus, you'll cum in like 10 seconds and I'll have to finish myself off, and if that's the case, what's the point in having a boyfriend if my vibrator lasts longer, and can make cum?"

"One that's bullying and two, you have a vibrator now?"

"You bought it. See, you're too drunk-"

He cut me off, "And you've used it without me?"

My brow furrowed, my hands slipping down his back to the waistband of his jeans, resting on the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Wasn't that the purpose of it?"

"I mean.. yeah" He frowned, before his eyes lit up, "Does that mean I get a vibrator too?"

My eyes widened, my heart racing, "You want a vibrator?"

"Yeah, why not?" He moved off of me, my hands falling to my stomach as he kneels in front of me.

"Alright shut up before I cream my thighs" I groaned, mental images of him running a vibrator over his cock playing on repeat.

"Always a messy girl" he teased.

I rolled my eyes, holding my hands out so he could pull me up.

"We need to get you to bed so I can fuck you in the morning"

"Fuck" he groaned, watching me stand up and pull my shirt over my head, my bare back to him yet again, except this time his temptations won and I felt him bite my asscheek.

"Hey! That hurt you know"

"I don't care"

"Who's the bully now"

"You. You just stripped to just your black lace thong right in front of me, what did you expect?"

"You to contain yourself"

"What did you call it the other day? Girlfriend tax, wasn't it? Well uh, that's my boyfriend tax!" He grinned, a laugh leaving my body, turning so I was facing him, Colby still kneeling in front of me.

"You look good on your knees"

"Such a dominant girl" he smirked, my hands messing up his hair.

Colby kissed right above my belly button, my stomach flipping at the feeling, my knees practically wobbling.

"Colby, we can't. You're drunk"

"And horny"

"Wait for tomorrow"

"But there are going to be so many people here, and right now, everyone is too drunk to care about our moans"

"I'm not fucking you whilst you're drunk. Would you fuck me if I was drunk?" I asked, his hand grabbing my boob, my hand covering his, going to remove it, until he squeezed. "Cole!"

"Please?" He asked and I shook my head.

"No"

"Please" He tried again, my answer staying the same.

"Fine" he huffed and I grinned, helping him stand up.

"Thank you" I pecked his lips.

Colby stripped down to his boxers, pulling me into his arms on his bed.

"Colby! I need to get a shirt" I whined, groaning at the impact.

"You really don't. Your body is beautiful, let me cherish you baby" He kissed my shoulder blade, letting me wiggle away from him.

"I have a hickey on my boob from when you fondled me in the bathroom" I grumbled, seeing the dark splotch where my skin had been exposed.

"Just marking my territory, darling"

"Don't call me that"

"Why?" He laughed, rolling onto his side to face me.

"Makes me feel old"

"You are old"

"You're older"

"You've got me there"

I shimmied on his bed, feeling my boobs bounce, Colby's hand cupping them again.

"Keep your hands to yourself or I'm putting on your shirt"

"You act like that's a punishment. My shirt doesn't even cover your ass. Plus, you'd look hot in it, and I can snake my hands under it and squish and squeeze" He squeezed my boobs again for good measure, smirking against my shoulder when I huffed.

"You're clingy"

"You're sexy"

"Back atcha baby"

"Baby huh?" He smirked and I groaned, muttering, "Shut up Brock", feeling his arm wrap across my stomach, my back to his chest.

"Make me baby" He hummed, nipping at my shoulder.

"You need to go to bed" I muttered, feeling my tiredness become stronger.

"I'm too horny to sleep" He mumbled against my skin, pressing his clothed boner against my ass.

"Then go jack off in the shower" I mumbled, shifting forward, trying to create distance, only to have him pull me back into his chest.

"I could just jack off in front of you. I know you come quick when I do that"

"Cole Robert Brock I swear to god-"

"I'm kidding, calm down" He chuckled, his hand snaking up to my neck, cupping my jaw from under my chin, carefully turning my head over my shoulder, leaning up a little so he could kiss me as I muttered, "I hate you" against his puckered lips.

"Good" he mocked, his tone higher pitch, copying me from earlier.

"Fuck you"

"I wish you would" He groaned.

"I'm put a gag in your mouth I swear"

"Kinky"

"COLBY!"

"Okay okay, I'll stop"

"Thank you" I sighed, snuggling more into the pillow, tugging at the blanket, groaning. "You have to share!"

"If you won't share your pussy, I won't share the blanket"

"The fuck? My vagina is not communal, nor for rent" I tugged harder at the blanket he was hogging. He tugged more over to his side, refusing to share. "You know what? Fuck you" I grumbled, moving away from me and shifting so I was on my stomach, my leg bent as I cuddled the pillow.

At least it was Vegas, so it was somewhat warm in here.

I felt the goosebumps rise on my skin and I sighed, feeling Colby's hand touch my ass.

"Touch me one more time and I swear to god I will cut off your dick" I grumbled, over his antics.

I was too tired to deal with this.

"You're ass is on show though" he pouted, my eyes rolling, even though they were closed.

"It is not my fault if you can't control yourself"

"Leighton" he sighed, and I felt him move closer to me.

"Don't fucking touch me" I shoved him away the best I could with my back still facing him.

"I'm sorry, please cuddle me"

"No. You're being an asshole"

"I'm sorry"

"Go fuck yourself" I grumbled, wishing I could pass out.

"Leigh" Colby whined repeatedly whilst I ignored him, until I had enough.

I huffed, swinging my legs to the side of the bed, finding his shirt and snatching a pair of my sweatpants from last night.

I pulled my pants up, and the shirt over my head when he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Go to bed" I grumbled, adjusting his shirt on my waist, snatching my phone off the nightstand, grabbing my charger.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere else. Go to bed"

"Leighton, please. I'm sorry. I just-"

"Go to bed Colby. I'm not fucking you whilst you're drunk"

"I'm not drunk anymore-"

"Yeah well you pissed me off"

"I'm sorry"

"I'll see you in the morning"

"Where are you going?"

"Goodnight Colby"

"Leighton!"

I sighed, shutting the door behind me, making my way to where Stas and Devyn were, knocking on their door.

I heard someone call out about if I was drunk to go away, that they weren't interested in fucking, confusing me.

Was everyone horny when they were drunk?

"It's Leighton, not horny, nor drunk" I announced, hearing Stas laugh.

"Come in!"

"Is there room for one more?" I asked, leaving the door open whilst I found a wall plug.

"I thought you were sleeping with Colby?" Stas asked, squinting from the hall light shining into the room.

"He's drunk and annoying"

"He's a clingy drunk, that's for sure"

"He wants to have sex, and I refuse, and he's being a brat" I grumbled, plugging in my phone and leaving it on the floor to go turn off the hall light.

"You know he loves you too much to hurt you, right? He'd never like rape you or anything" Stas frowned, shifting over towards the middle, allowing me room.

"I know that" I hissed, "I just don't want to fuck him whilst he isn't thinking straight"

"Your relationship" She mumbled and I stayed quiet, Stas handing me the comforter.

I don't know how long I laid there for, my mind racing as I began to feel guilty before huffing and puffing, climbing out of bed, snatching my phone and walking back to Colby's room.

I hate him.

Colby's room was pitch black, forcing me to use my phone's flashlight so I didn't fall on my face, knowing he left clothes on the floor.

His snores filled my ears as I watched my footing, plugging my phone in and crawling back into his bed.

Thankfully he was passed out, a frown on his face as I stole some of the blanket back.

At some point in the night I shimmied out of the sweatpants, feeling too hot.

I woke up that morning cuddled into Colby's chest, seeing he was still asleep.

Grabbing my phone, I saw it was 10:36am, seeing a message from my dad which ended up being a photo of Gemma asleep, his message reading "Out like a light!" from 10pm last night.

I replied to Aaliyah's texts, raving about my outfit since she followed Colby on Instagram, telling me she needed solo photos, making me laugh as I picked a few, sending them her way.

I laid in bed texting with her since she was three hours ahead, fawning over the photo she sent of River passed out, a little girl snuggled into chest.

Aaliyah: He's a fucking dream, I swear!

11am rolled around, a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I called out as quietly as I could, seeing it was Sam.

"Breakfast is downstairs if you want it. We're leaving at 2 for the painting thing" He informed me and I thanked him, debating if I should wake Colby or not.

I decided against it, slipping out of bed to join whomever was awake for breakfast.

12:30 rolled around and there was still no sign of Colby, so I grabbed him a donut, ibuprofen and a water bottle.

I walked into the bedroom, seeing the bed was empty, the bathroom door shut and the shower was running.

I sighed, setting the things down on his desk, crawling back into bed, only to hear a loud moan come from the shower.

I didn't think much of it, until I remembered how he went to bed with a hard on.

He was a dead man.

I quickly got out of bed, rolling my eyes at the fact he left the door unlocked, letting myself in.

Sure enough the bathroom was steamed, and low groans were heard from behind the fogged over glass.

I pulled my hair out of my messy ponytail, undressing and opening the shower door.

The sight in front of me practically made my clit quiver.

Colby was facing the shower head, his hand tugging quickly at his cock, his wet hair slicked back as his head was thrown back in pleasure, groaning and whimpering with each movement.

My hand grabbed his wrist, his body freezing as his eyes snapped open, his head quickly finding mine.

His lips parted, but he barely got a word out before I dropped to my knees, taking over.

"I said I wouldn't fuck you when you were drunk. Not when you were hungover" I muttered, spitting onto the head of his cock, running my hand over the length a few times.

"Fuck" He groaned, his hand finding my hair, moving it away from my face.

The second he was in my mouth, I swear he was going to come undone within seconds.

I looked up at him, my hand massaging his balls as I pulled my mouth off, "I need you to last for me Colby, I want to play a little bit"

"Jesus christ Leighton" he groaned.

I watched his face as I took him down my throat, tasting the precum that had slipped out right before I got in here.

I mentally took a picture of his face for when I was needy and alone, wanting to remember just how he looked when I had him right where I wanted him.

He looked so pretty and needy and desperate.

The way his puffy lips would part as he groaned, his stomach muscles flexing as his head got thrown back, his shoulders tensing and his face relaxing.

He was perfect.

I let myself come for air, moving my hands to the back of his thighs, running up to his ass and pushing his hips forward a little, "You can fuck my mouth, Colby"

I watched more cum run out of his slit, my tongue swiping it up before it could run down his shaft.

"Jesus christ, you're a fucking dream baby" He groaned, whimpering when my tongue played with his slit, his hips rocking against my face as he slid down my throat.

I reminded myself to hum and breathe through my nose, letting him use me however he wanted to.

"I'm so fucking close!" He whined, and I mean whined.

This man was falling apart right in front of me.

"I'm going to.. fuck, I'm going to cum Leighton" He groaned, his movements getting sloppier, his breathing becoming heavier.

I moved along with his hips until I felt him cum down my throat, my tongue running over his slit, feeling him shiver before I dropped his cock, my thumb and pointer finger pinching at my lips, cleaning up anything residual.

My knees were killing me from the shower floor, but watching him fall apart like that was worth it.

The second I was standing, he pulled me into a kiss, his tongue asking for entrance.

Our mouths played for a moment, his hands roaming my body, squeezing my ass and hips.

"You were a fucking dream" He breathed out, his forehead resting against mine.

"You were an asshole to me and I just blew you, so your ass better fuck me good" I muttered, knowing I didn't just bruise my knees for nothing.

He practically fucking growled as he spun me around, my back hitting the shower wall, something falling from the shelf behind me, clattering to the floor as he attacked my lips with kisses and nibbles.

His hand found my clit, giving it plenty of attention before he hooked my leg over his waist, sliding inside of me like it was second nature.

Within minutes I was falling apart under his hard thrusts, and his moans, his fingers messing with my clit as my hands tugged at his hair.

When I got out of the shower, my vagina felt like it had been murdered.

"You fucking wrecked me Colby" I groaned, doing a weird lunge, seeing if it would relieve some of the discomfort so I could sit down and pee.

"I'm sorry baby" he apologized and I glared at him, watching him shake a towel through his hair.

"No you're not"

"You're right, I'm not"

Leaving Colby in Vegas was bittersweet.

I knew I was going to miss him, but I missed Gemma more.

I ended up spending the night at my parents so I could see her that next morning, having gotten back late.

I woke up to my face being slapped, a body wiggling all over me, my daughter's sweet giggles being the first thing I heard.

"Mama!" She squealed, her lips kissing mine, a smile erupting on my face as I popped my eyes open, wincing at how bright it was in here from the stair lights.

"Did you crawl down here all by yourself?" I asked, Gemma snuggling into me, my arms wrapping her into my chest, adjusting the blanket.

"Apa elp!" She replied, her head resting under my chin.

"You love your papa, don't you baby"

Gemma ended up falling asleep against my chest, which melted my heart.

I was practically a puddle of goo anytime I saw her, and her snuggles made it even worse.

I took a photo, sending it to Sam and Colby, letting them know I was safe and sound at home before falling back asleep with my daughter.

Later that evening Gemma and I sat in her room, playing with some toys and books as I tried to teach her words, working on our animal sounds.

Landon had bought her a book where if you pressed a button, it made the animal noise, and after about 10 minutes of hearing it go "A cow goes moooooooo" I was ready to throw it out the window.

"MOOOOOO!" Gemma copied, again.

I swear I was going to hit my head on a wall.

"A sheep goes BAAAAAA" The book spoke, Gemma squealing at the noise.

I've never been happier to hear my phone ring in my life.

I quickly answered it, not caring who was calling, hearing the book say "A cow goes moooooooo" again.

"Are you on a farm now?" Aaliyah laughed, and I groaned, flopping down against the rug, Gemma's knee hitting my cheek as she leaned forward, pressing another button.

"A dog goes, RUFF RUFF"

"Kill me now" I groaned, turning my head to see Gemma press another button.

"A cow goes moooooooo" it repeated

"Mooooo!" She squealed

"Landon is banned from buying her books that talk" I grumbled, feeling a pin point pain in my skull.

"So is uh.. now a bad time to call?" She asked.

"Honestly anything to get me away from this damn mooing will be gladly appreciated" I replied grumpily, getting up off the floor, leaving Gemma to enjoy her book by herself.

"Well I don't really have good news" She said, stopping me in my tracks.

"What? What do you mean"

"So you know how you guys went out for Katrina's birthday?"

"Yes"

"Well.. there is a screenshot of you and Colby kissing, spreading around twitter. Molly sent it to me, asking if it was really you"

"Why didn't she ask me?"

"Honestly? I think you scare her sometimes" She laughed and I smirked.

"Good, someone should be" I joked, tossing a few toys back into her bin, snatching some snack wrappers and an empty juice box off the couch. "Can you send me the photo?"

I felt my phone buzz, putting Aaliyah on speaker as I opened our messages.

Aaliyah:

"How do they even know that's us? It's so blurry"

"It's you, isn't it?" She asked, sounding like she already new the answer.

"Well... yeah"

"It's apparently from some video Kat's friend posted? It's a video of like a 360 spin of the club"

"How do they know it's us though?"

"Leighton, they're not stupid" She laughed, "Plus, someone enhanced the photo brightness, and you can see the outline of the clothes, which match other photos and videos of you guys that friends had posted"

"Is that the only critical one?" I asked, not really knowing what to do with this information.

"I mean there is stuff floating around of you guys looking like friends. Some people think it's like a drunk hookup, others thinking you're dating. It's really a Hodge Podge of stuff out there from what I've seen. The only other one is you guys are somewhat cuddling in the background of someone's video where Sam is playing charades and they scan to Kat, you guys are in like the corner of it"

"So what you're saying is we're basically outed?" I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"Basically"

"Great. So what are the jealous twelve year old's saying? Do I even want to know?"

"Probably not"

"Alright then. Well, for now that's their own problem. I have my own life to worry about. Some girl whose hymen is still in tact, is not my worry when I need to feed my almost two year old and pay for groceries"

"What do you mean it's Halloween themed?" I questioned, Cynthia on speaker as I dug through Gemma's closet, looking for any sort of costume.

"I guess that's what they do through October"

"You're telling me my first time going to this mommy and me shit, I need to dress up? Can I go as an overworked 23 year old who's toddler won't let her sleep and all she has in her fridge is moldy cheese and almost expired milk?"

"Honey, I don't think they'll let you through the door with the moldy cheese" She laughed, Harper squealing in the background, Logan's playful noises cutting out through the speaker.

Mommy and Me time was interesting to say the least.

When we arrived, Gemma was extremely clingy.

She was clung to my leg, begging to be held or plopped in my lap the entire time, until about 20 minutes before the class ended.

I had encouraged her to go play with the other one and a half, two year olds, smiling when she walked up to a little girl who had blonde pigtails, holding some sort of doll.

It was all going well, until some punk ass kid wearing fucking Vans for babys threw a fit, shoving both girls to the ground, the two toddlers erupting into sobs.

The next week we went, Gemma was noticeably nervous.

"Go play love bug" I encouraged, knowing it was important for her to socialize with kids her own age if Gabe and I were going to put her into preschool when she turned 3.

"No go" she shook her head, clinging to my leg.

"How about momma goes with you, and we make some friends together?" I suggested, crouching to her level.

Gemma held my hand as we approached a dark haired toddler who was sitting on the floor, building blocks in front of her.

"Mind if we join?" I asked, a woman shaking her head, scooting over. I sat down across from the woman, Gemma clinging to my shoulder, hiding behind my back.

"She's a shy little one" the woman laughed, offering a friendly smile to my daughter. "I'm April, this is my daughter Noel. She's almost 3" April introduced, my hand going behind my back to try and get Gemma to emerge forward.

"Leighton, and this is my daughter Gemma. She'll be two next month"

"Hi Gemma" April waved, offering her a block. "Want to help us build?" April questioned, Gemma chewing on her fingers like a weirdo.

"Gem, come here" I encouraged, moving my body out of the way. "Want to build blocks with mommy?"

It took a little warming up, but we eventually got the girls to play together, small talk passing the time until we had to leave.

The third week, Gemma was practically leaping out the car.

"MOMMA GO PAY!" She demanded, pointing at the door.

"I'm coming Gemma, hold on"

"Pay now!" She whined, jumping.

"Gemma Lorraine, we do not demand things" I scolded, grabbing the diaper bag and locking the car. "Come hold Mommy's hand please" I held out my hand, only for her to ignore me and run to the door.

I groaned, thankful we had parked at the front of the building.

I carefully grabbed her wrist, attempting to move her out of the entrance, wanting to talk to her.

With a slight struggle and a few warning looks, Gemma finally listened, standing in front me as I crouched.

A woman and two kids passed us, walking in, making it difficult to get the toddlers' attention.

"Can you say sorry to mommy, please?" I asked, Gemma frowning.

"I go pay?"

"If you say sorry"

"Peas?"

"Gemma"

"Pay peas?" She asked again, her sweet tone making it incredibly hard to hold my ground.

"You didn't listen to mommy. You could've gotten hurt. Can you tell mommy you're sorry?" I asked, her lip quivering as someone else walked in, the mom giving me a snobbish look.

"Are-y" she mumbled, a smile on my face as I pulled her into my chest, kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, now are you ready to go play?" I asked, standing up.

"Go pay?" She asked and I nodded, laughing at the smile that was now on her face, her mood changing like a light switch.

April and Noel were already inside, Gemma running over to the little girl immediately.

The entire class they were practically attached at the hip, happily playing together and teaming up for little activities.

I exchanged numbers with April, figuring since they got along so well, we might as well see if we can form some sort of friendship here.

I took a photo of the toddlers holding hands as we walked to the car, sending it to Colby with heart eye emojis.

Separating the two girls was difficult, Gemma crying the entire way home, finally calming down when I passed her a snack, needing to stop for gas, promising her we'd see Noel soon.

Sam, Kat and Colby flew in for Halloween, the three of them hosting their annual Halloween party.

Colby, Gemma, Gabe, Lexi and I wandered through Spirit Halloween, determined to find costumes on short notice, knowing we were stupid for waiting so long.

Halloween was tomorrow, and all I knew was that we were meeting up with April in my parents neighborhood to trick or treat together.

Gabe ended up picking out Gemma's halloween costume, Gemma clutching the package, refusing to let the teenage girl scan it.

Lexi grabbed another one, the girl scanning that and setting it aside, seeing as how Gemma was being stubborn.

The entire car ride home she was babbling to herself, when she went "La la la la la", Gabe instantly switched the radio on.

"That's what that means?!" Colby exclaimed from the middle seat, confusing me.

"What?"

"She asked for la la one day, and I had no idea what it meant"

"Oh" I laughed, "It means she wants music. Aaliyah played her that Harry Styles song one day and Gemma wanted it on repeat and kinda just associated music with the sound. She's kind of addicted to the song"

"Apa!" Gemma squealed, running into my parents house, the package in hand.

"Hi princess, what do you have?" He asked, setting his paintbrush down.

"Pwetty kwols" she shook it, my dad laughing a little, pulling her up to sit on his knee.

"Did you find your costume for tomorrow?" He asked, noticing what was on the package.

"Dada" she mumbled, making me chuckle.

"Daddy picked it out" I finished, my dad nodding.

"Your dada has good taste, I bet you'll look adorable" he kissed her cheek, Gemma noticed the red paint next to her, sticking her finger in it and placing it on the paper.

"Gemma! – I'm so sorry!" I quickly apologized, my dad shaking his head.

"It's alright Leighton, all you kids have added your own personal touches to my works over the years" He laughed, Gemma dipping her finger into the green. "Want to help Papa, Gem?" He asked, my daughter nodding.

I watched Gemma put splotches of paint all over my dads once clean and pristine artwork, not seeming bothered at all by it.

I left them to it, figuring I'd go check up on my mom, only to find her sleeping in her bed.

For a split second my heart dropped to my ass, rushing over to check for a pulse, thanking god when I saw her chest moving, my hand grabbing her wrist for extra measure.

Every time I entered this house, I was terrified I'd walk into a room and find her dead. It honestly kept me awake most nights, to the point I'd drive over here late at night and sleep in the house.

The day of Halloween, I got off work early, meeting Colby and Gabe at my parents house, preparing for tonight's shenanigans.

Gabe bathed Gemma whilst I helped my dad grill burgers, cutting up the meat into little pieces, preparing Gemma's dinner.

"There's my clean butt kid!" My dad cheered, Gemma giggling, wrapped in a towel in Colby's hold.

"Apa yum?" She asked, Colby setting her down, letting her run over to us.

"We're making burgers Gem, want to help?"

"Can you say Nonna?" I pointed at my mom, crouched next to Gemma.

"Nana!" She clapped, my mom giving her a small smile.

"Close enough" I murmured, kissing her cheek before standing up.

"Hi baby" Mom greeted G, Gemma running up to hug her.

"Na ike ohs?" She asked, showing off her outfit.

"You look so pretty G" My mom smiled, Gemma giggling, spinning.

Gemma squealed when the doorbell rang, her hand trying to reach for the handle before I could open the door.

Gemma was bouncing off the wall as I pulled it open, April, Noel and some man standing on the other side.

"Come in, come in" I smiled, opening the door wider.

April was dressed as a mermaid which was adorable, the two toddlers showing off their costumes to everyone.

"This is my husband Kevin" April introduced, my hand going out to shake his.

"Hello, I'm Leighton, Gemma's mom"

Once everyone was ready, Gabe grabbed the wagon in case the girls got tired, Colby slipping his hand into mine, all of us waving goodbye to my parents.

"Look at my little sister going Trick or treating" Logan teased, carrying Harper in his arms. "If I remember correctly, you hated trick or treating and just had mom buy you a bag of candy" he snickered, Colby laughing.

"You hated trick or treating?" He asked and I shrugged.

"The costumes made me sweaty, I didn't like walking in the dark, and every corner I turned, something jumped out at me. It wasn't worth it for an hour worth of candy"

Colby took photos of videos of Gabe and Kevin walking up to the houses with the girls, Gemma having a big smile on her face as she ran back to me.

"Momma got andy!" She squealed, April and I laughing at how excited she was each time.

We made it down the block before the girls got tired, deciding to make our way home.

"Someone can't hang" I teased Logan, Harper passed out on his shoulder.

"She missed her nap today. It's like she turned one and she all of a sudden hates sleeping" he huffed, and I immediately sympathized with him.

Colby practically begged me to go to his Halloween party, getting me to eventually agree after having me come undone under his tongue within 5 minutes.

"I don't like crowds" I mumbled, Katrina pouring punch into a bowl and I internally groaned when she added Vodka.

Another thing I can't drink here.

"Colby?" I called, turning around, finding him hanging some sort of Halloween décor.

"Yes baby?"

"Do we have non-alcoholic drinks?"

"In the garage"

I sighed, making my way towards the garage, Sam rounding the corner, scaring the shit out of me.

"You asshole!" I gasped, Sam belly laughing at me.

"Sorry Leighton" he laughed, "Didn't see you there"

"No shit! God, just lost a life there"

I grabbed a soda from the garage, Colby popping the tab for me, handing me one half of the banner, standing on the ladder as he pinned it, Sam on the other side, waiting for him to pass him the other half.

By 11pm, people started piling in, making me anxious.

There were so many people here.

I practically clung to Colby for a few hours, only for him to disappear on me when I went to use the bathroom.

I slimmed by multiple bodies, trying to get out of the house that reeked with alcohol and weed when hands landed on my waist.

My mind immediately went to Colby, except I didn't feel his rings

My face scrunched, attempting to turn around, but I was frozen when I heard "Hey sexy" in a low tone, not sounding like Colby at all.

I rolled my eyes, ready to slap this man in the face.

"Take your hands off of me before I make it so you can't have children" I grumbled, wiggling against his hold.

I couldn't hear what he had said before he slipped his hands down where they didn't belong, my elbow quickly finding his ribs, knocking the breath out of his lungs, allowing me time to spin around, standing close to him so he didn't have room to move, his hands tightening back on my hips as my heel stepped on his toes, my knee hitting his crotch, my hand grabbing his throat.

"Touch me again, you're a dead man" I growled, shoving him, making him stumble back, holding his ribs from how hard I had hit him.

I couldn't hear anything around me as my heart raced, the hair on my body standing up, watching this man's eyes darken.

I've never wanted to be anywhere less in my life, than right here in this moment, watching him laser lock on me, barely giving me enough time to move before grabbing me.

One thing that was going through my mind was,

There are hundreds of people here, and yet no one has noticed, nor cared about what was going on?

Simply realizing that, I knew that no matter what was going to happen, I'd simply suffer alone.

Everything felt paralyzed as a door shut, both of us standing in the dark room.

I could hear his words, but I still don't know what he said, not being able to think straight as my head spun.

His hands were on me again, and there was one last thing that crossed my mind,

Colby's going to be so disappointed in me.

* * * *

I purposefully did not add detail to that, because no one wants to read that. You got the point.

I wrote this so fast last night lol

Written on: December 29th, 30th 2022

Published on: December 30th 2022

Word Count: 6.9k

Part Forty Seven

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everywhereallofthetime · 3 years

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Some Girl ... Part 6

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None, really. A few cuss words?

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Sunday / July 18th

The next morning, after Sebastian nursed, Elisa took him, telling Charlotte to go back to sleep for a while. When Charlotte woke again, a couple of hours later, she crawled into the shower, replaying in her mind and in her heart everything that had happened the day before.

She wondered if- when, she corrected, Shawn would call.

As she was walking downstairs, she heard it before she saw it. In Wonder. Elisa, with Sebastian on her lap, Jack, and Mason were all parked in front of the television watching Shawn’s documentary.

“Do you have something you want to tell me?” Mason asked between mouthfuls of cereal.

Charlotte plopped down beside him on the couch, almost making him spill his bowl. “Peter’s name is actually Shawn?”

She looked over at Elisa, who handed Sebastian to her. Elisa then shrugged her shoulders and stated, “You said you both wanted everyone to know the truth. And sooner is better than later, right? Especially if you plan to bring him around more often.”

“My mind is a little blown here, Charlie,” Mason said. “Why didn’t you just say, ‘hey everyone, this is my boyfriend, Shawn’?” he asked, slightly perplexed.

“Because he’s not my boyfriend!” she exclaimed.

“I told you,” Elisa said, dryly.

“We’re just friends, no matter how you may have perceived things.”

Mason chose to keep certain further thoughts to himself, at least for the time being, and asked again, “All right then, why didn’t you just introduce him as a friend of yours? I guess I can understand why you introduced him as Peter, but why Bash’s dad? Shit. He’s not actually Bash’s dad, is he??”

“No,” she chuckled. “He is most definitely not Bash’s dad.” She then sighed softly. “You’ve been watching the documentary. It looks like you’ve passed the heavily centric Camila part. They broke up less than four months ago. Yesterday was a bad day. All he wanted was to forget for a little while and be around people who didn't know him so he could try to feel normal again. I didn’t actually mean to introduce him as Bash’s dad. That was just...an accident.”

“Or wishful thinking.”

“Shut up, Mason,” she grumbled, feeling her cheeks grow hot. She shot a glance at Elisa. “I’m fine.” She needed everyone to stop thinking she was in love with Shawn.

“You’re very quiet, Uncle Jack,” she said then.

“I already told him everything,” Elisa said.

That didn’t surprise her. As far as she was aware, Elisa and Jack had never kept secrets from one another. “I’m sorry I lied you,” she said to her uncle. She then glanced at Mason again. “All of you.”

Jack smiled softly and reached over to pat her knee. “You’re forgiven, Sweetheart, don’t worry about it. I understand. Just maybe don’t lie to us again?”

“I promise. For what it’s worth, aside from introducing him as Peter, which is actually his middle name, and pretending he was Bash’s dad, Shawn was his honest self. He truly is that lovely and kind. He has an amazing heart.”

“You let him know he’s welcome here anytime,” Jack said, and Elisa nodded in agreement.

Mason laughed. “I can't believe Shawn Mendes was in our fucking house!”

“Yes, and he enjoyed dinner with us. He spent time with our family. He let his guard down and he laughed with us.” There was an edge creeping into her voice. “He pretty much put Bash to bed. You lent him your shorts after he swam with us. You played darts and poker with him. You got drunk with him and he even helped your ass to bed!” Charlotte was agitated, causing Sebastian to get upset, too. She calmed her voice and hugged her son to her, soothing his back. “He's just Shawn,” she whispered, standing with Sebastian, and quickly left the room.

Mason followed after her, into the kitchen. No one had expected her to have a mini meltdown. Even she was surprised at herself.

"I'm sorry, Char. You're right.” He quickly rinsed his bowl and spoon and put them in the dishwasher. He turned and leaned up against it and the countertop. When Charlotte actually looked at him again, he said, “I shouldn't let who he is change anything from last night."

“You just proved why he was too nervous to tell you the truth, as badly as he wanted to. He was feeling awful about lying to everyone.”

“You like him a lot, eh?”

“Don't you start too,” she groaned, giving Sebastian over to Mason so she could fix herself something to eat.

Mason gently tossed Sebastian into the air and then blew raspberries into his neck. “I know, I know. You’re just friends. But you kissed him, and he kissed you back. And you guys were like, really close almost all night.”

“I swear, this is the exact conversation I had with Mom and Didi last night.”

“Are you sure-”

She cut him off quickly. “Stop.”

“But-”

“Nope.”

“Has he had his rebound yet?”

“I don’t know,” she huffed, slightly exasperated. “He doesn’t talk to me the same way as he might his guys friends. He’s too polite to tell me how many women he may have nailed after Camila broke his heart. I don’t think I’d want to know anyway.”

Charlotte sat down at the kitchen island. “I don’t plan on being a rebound either, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Mason buckled Sebastian into his Bumbo and started mixing his oatmeal. “I’m not worried. He promised me he wouldn’t hurt you. He promised he would never do anything to make me hate him.”

“What?” She paused, mid-bite of her peanut butter and banana English muffin. “When were those promises made?”

“When he helped my ass to bed,” he chuckled. “I weirdly, vividly remember that part of the night. He cares about you. He’s a good guy.”

Charlotte fell into her own thoughts while she continued eating.

“How did you even meet him?” Mason asked, drawing her attention again. He slid a spoonful of cereal into Sebastian’s mouth.

She didn't exactly answer. Instead she said, “He lives downtown, like one kilo from my place.” She would let him draw his own conclusions.

“I have to tell Josh and Dougie and Rob.”

“If Didi hasn't already told everyone...

“Please don’t make a big deal out of it. I actually would like to bring him around again. Josh, Dougie, and Rob are common fixtures around here in the summertime. There are six weeks of summer left. I need them to be cool with him.”

“They’ll be fine. It’s Val and the twins you have to worry about.”

“Ugh, I know,” she groaned.

“They’re totally going to want to hang out with you now," he smirked.

// * // * //

Charlotte lingered in the archway between the kitchen and family room, Sebastian on her hip, Mason at her side for support.

Elisa paused the documentary; Charlotte noticed they had almost finished it.

“Shawn’s concert on Netflix is from his sold out show at the Rogers Centre two years ago. You might like to watch that sometime. I was there, with Val and the twins actually, - it was probably the last time we did anything together.

“Anyway...

“Bash just finished his cereal. I’m going to nurse him a little and see if he’ll go down for a nap. And I thought I’d run a load of laundry while he sleeps, before we head home.”

“Okay honey,” Elisa said.

She shifted from one foot to the other. “I also thought maybe it might be time that I tell you about Booker. Bash’s real dad.”

If they were surprised, they didn't show it. Jack just nodded.

Charlotte started towards the stairs. Mason called after her, “By the way, I threw Shawn’s shorts and boxers in your laundry.”

She blushed bright red.

“What?? I thought he was your boyfriend!”

// * // * //

Shawn strolled into the kitchen late Sunday morning, singing to himself. Nothing in particular, just a few runs like he normally did when he was warming up his voice. His younger sister, Aaliyah, almost eighteen and starting college in the fall, was sitting on top of the kitchen island, her phone in hand, texting her boyfriend.

She looked up, surprised, suddenly overwhelmed that her big brother was smiling and singing. She never imagined how much she would have missed hearing his voice until it had been absent for too long.

He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug. “Morning bub,” he murmured. He then opened the fridge and drank the orange juice right out of the carton. He grabbed a muffin and jumped up to sit beside her on the island countertop.

“You seem happy,” she said softly, grinning fiercely, tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away.

“I had a good night,” he grinned back and kissed her temple.

“You just disappeared yesterday; we were worried. And then you didn’t get home until well after one. Were you out with Matt?”

“I was not. I made some new friends.”

“That’s not some weird code for-”

“Bub!” he shouted. “No! Oh my God!”

“You always tell me I can say anything to you,” she laughed.

“I know, but you don’t always have to remind me how grown up you are.”

She wrapped her arm around his waist and he hugged her around the shoulders.

“I’m going to go for a run with Tarzan. I’ll be back before lunch,” he said, shoving the last of his muffin in his mouth, jumping off the counter, and slipping his AirPods into his ears. “Love you!” he called over his shoulder as he jogged off.

// * // * //

Part 7

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bisexualdaemon · 4 years

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Quarantine Day 26

a/n: in which Shawn gets a haircut

yeah...I couldn’t help myself. I watched so many youtube videos for this 😂

warnings: 2.6k of fluff and like a whisper, A HINT of smut

“That sounds nice…”

Shawn’s fingers paused against the vibrating strings. He leaned back against the couch toward your disembodied voice rounding the corner. You walked into the living room with a glass of red wine, your cheeks already fully flushed from the alcohol, wearing one of his Givenchy sweatshirts and a pair of little hot pink sleep shorts.

“Just working on something to record later,” he smiled, continuing his strumming and plucking, little head nods on heavy beats to mark the time. “I’ll send it to Teddy later...she misses the studio.”

He’d been shacked up with you for twenty-six days in your tiny apartment. When the stay-at-home order came down from the city, he’d rushed over, just an overnight bag full of clothes and his guitar case, not wanting to be alone and not wanting to be in chaos at his parents’ house. Aaliyah was doing remote school and whining about college applications everyday, he’d said, not a place he wanted to spend an indefinite amount of time. Sometimes you thought it was a lie, seeing how easily he fit into your life. He belonged here with you. Especially when he’d come up behind you while you waited for your morning coffee to suck on that place behind your ear. It always ended up with the two of you back in bed for an hour longer than you should have been. It had happened again this morning. Thank God it was a holiday.

Now, he was stretched out on your L-shaped couch, the only luxury you’d allowed yourself when you moved out of your parents house. It was the dominant feature in the room, heavy and royal blue, one of those couches that you sank into when you sat down. His legs were propped up on the ottoman in front of him with his acoustic in his lap.

You sat down next to him, pulling your knees up to your chest and using one as a makeshift coaster for your stemless wine glass. He stopped playing again and shifted closer to you, patting his lap for your legs. You smiled at him, stretching your legs out across his thighs, and let him rest his guitar on top. When he started plucking the strings again, you could feel the vibration of the sound against your skin.

He hummed random words and noises to the melody with his eyes closed, lost to creating but content to be here touching your skin. Your legs rubbed comfortingly against his own bare ones. He’d taken to just wearing t-shirts and boxers around the apartment, no need to get dressed if he wasn’t running to the grocery store or to the door to get the food delivery. You reached out and ran your fingers through his floppy curls, one of them getting caught in a tangle.

“Baby,” you said, causing him to strum slower, “you need a haircut.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, changing to a minor chord to amplify his woe, “it’s been bugging me for awhile but I don’t have anything to cut it with. Not even at home.” You rolled your eyes, knowing he hadn’t had anyone but Anna touch his hair in five years.

“I can cut it.”

He stilled immediately, his eyes bugging a little as he loudly swallowed.

“I….I don’t know.”

“Oh, come on,” you swung your legs out from under the guitar excitedly. The instrument protested with discordant vibrations. “I have some clippers left from my last dumbass boyfriend who was obsessive about his stupid sideburns. I can watch a YouTube video. This could be fun!”

The reticence in his eyes was screaming at you, but you were on a mission now. You sprung up from the couch, half sprinting over to the closet in the hall to dig out the gray plastic box that held the clippers and all the attachments.

“See?!” You showed him the case, already turning on your heels toward the bathroom.

Shawn sighed again, knowing it was a lost cause now. At least my hair grows fast. He would probably be able to hide out for as long as it might take to grow back. He leaned his guitar against the couch cushions and pushed himself to stand, following you to the bathroom. When he got there, he had to swallow a chuckle.

“I’m trying to find some hair cutting scissors!” You yelled, digging underneath the sink, even though you were only a couple of feet away from him. He bit down on his fist, his shoulders shaking. You were bent over, hot pink shorts stretched over your gorgeous ass just tight enough to see the black lace hugging your curves, but the hood from his sweatshirt had come up over your head so you looked like a sexy burglar.

“Take your time,” he snorted.

“Shawn!” You whipped around, missing scissors gleaming in between your fingers, “so help me God, I will cut off your favorite curl if you laugh at me.”

“Okay, okay,” he straightened, gulping, “where do you want me?”

You grinned, “well, I always want you between my thighs, but for now can you grab a chair from the breakfast table?”

He nodded and disappeared back down the hall, his curls shaggy and swaying with his walk. You plugged in the clippers and set the scissors on top of the set of towels you’d pulled from the linen closet. Satisfied that everything you’d need was accounted for, including the overgrown mop you’d be cutting as Shawn returned with his chair, you pulled out your phone and opened up YouTube.

“Sit,” you said, pointing to the chair but not taking your eyes off your phone. You pulled up a quick video about cutting tools and how to use them, running through clipper sizing and how to blend. Simple enough.

“Okay, okay, this seems pretty easy,” you nodded, staring at Shawn’s reflection in the mirror. He looked….petrified. He was breathing shallow. His shoulders looked like they were glued to his ears. Your eyes widened and you leaned over him, “honey, are you okay?”

“I don’t know why I’m freaking out, it’s just hair,” he looked up at you like a lost puppy.

“I know you don’t want me to fuck it up, and I promise I’ll stop if you don’t like what I’m doing, okay?”

“Okay,” he exhaled in a rush, his shoulders relaxing down to their normal position. “Have you done this before? Like used clippers ever?”

“Once or twice,” you said, not inviting more questions on your qualifications. You didn’t want to tell him that you’d done this exactly once on your best friend in high school who wanted an “alternative” haircut when she came out to her parents. It looked basically like the picture afterward, think Hayley Williams but a lot shorter...and half buzzed. The 2000s were weird.

“Now take off your shirt,” you instructed, pointing the scissors at him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he couldn’t help but smirk as he stripped his vintage Sting tee off. His skin was still just barely freckled from his Mexico holiday vacation. You traced them with the tips of your fingers until he shivered, moving your hands down, through the unkempt hair there and back up to squeeze his shoulders. He melted in your hands, dropping his chin to his chest and moaning.

“Good,” you said, “now turn and lean back.” Turning on the sink, you reached for a comb, “we’re doing this salon style.”

He did as you asked, dipping his head almost all the way under the faucet. You combed through it, making sure the whole mop was wet. He looked a little like a water spaniel wading through a lake. You grabbed his expensive shampoo that smelled like bergamot and patchouli and lathered it into his hair.

With everything going on in the world, outside, in their city, the act of washing his hair was soothing. Simple, task-oriented, clean. You understood why people did this for a living. Shawn let out a moan when your fingers dug deep into his scalp and your knees buckled a little. You washed out the suds and applied conditioner, turning off the sink to let it sink in.

“This is nice,” he whispered with his eyes closed like it was a secret. You wiggled your fingers above his face, letting little droplets fall, giggling when one fell on his nose. He scrunched his face up and let it fall down the side of his face.

“Did you know,” you said as you flipped the water back on to give him a final rinse, “that I’m very happy you decided to come quarantine with me? I would have gone insane.”

He opened his eyes and smiled one of those big Mendes toothy smiles, “I didn’t even really think about it. I just packed my bag.”

You grinned back at him, turning off the water and grabbing at a towel to dry his curls, but before you could get back to him he shook his head, sending a shower of man-smell infused water everywhere.

“SHAWN, WHAT THE HELL?!”

He doubled over laughing, catching the towel you launched at his head. He scrubbed vigorously at his hair while you toweled off, slipping off his sweatshirt and revealing the bralette you had on underneath. It barely concealed your nipples. If he was gonna distract you, he was gonna get distracted. When he out from under the towel his curls were frizzed out, sticking out from his head at all angles. His breath stopped on a quick inhale and his face immediately flushed.

“Honey, I,” he stuttered, “I can’t focus with you like that.”

“Oh, good thing I’m the one with the scissors around here,” you quipped, pushing him back in the chair and draping the damp towel over his shoulders.

You grabbed a random hair tie from the counter and parted out the top section of his hair, the part that would stay longer after you trimmed the back and sides. His eyes were closed again, probably to block out the anxiety of watching you in the mirror. You took a minute to say a little prayer. Please, God. Don’t let me fuck this up. The fucking fangirls will murder.

You flipped on the clippers.

His hair fell to the floor in little tufts, coloring the floor with dark clouds. You used the second longest setting, making sure he wasn’t losing the wave in his hair at any point. The reference picture in your head was from around the Seoul show last year. It was a good length. Curly all around but not too unkempt. It was your favorite hair.

You stopped about three-quarters of the way to the top section, switching to the longest setting to blend up to the top of his head. There was something to be said about hair just long enough to grab onto. You’d test it out later.

The top was going to need scissors. You flipped off the clippers, returning them to the case, and picked up the sharp shears. Shawn gulped again, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily.

“I saw that,” you chided through the comb in your teeth. If you were being honest, it looked pretty good so far. No weird lawn mower tracks or weird chunks missing. The waves were still there. A whisper of labradoodle but not full on sheepdog. That was the goal. Nothing crazy.

You took his hair in inch wide sections from right to left, trimming about an inch off everywhere, a little more in the wilder areas. He reached up to run his fingers through it before you were finished.

“Hey!” You swatted his hand away, “let me finish before you check my work!”

He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and bobbing his knee up and down. Impatient bastard, you thought, snipping a few more curls. The only ones you didn’t really touch, maybe a quarter inch here and there, were the curls toward the front. The ones that dropped down into his face and across his forehead. You liked those, loved to push them back in the morning when he looked down at you, naked and pressed against his chest. You ruffled his damp hair to see how it might curl and retract.

“Shawn,” you leaned down to whisper in his ear, “you can look now.”

He slowly peeked with one eye, then with the other, his eyes growing wide when he saw it fully. He got up out of the chair to lean up to the mirror, inspecting and combing his fingers through it about fifty times. You grabbed some oil off the side of the sink and ran it through the top, letting it soak in and tame the frizz drying into the curls.

“So,” you needled, “do you like it or what?”

“I…” he rifled around in his toiletry bag, pulling out a little black box of hair paste, “I think I love it.” He smoothed some of the cream between his hands and fingered it through the ringlets. They snapped and bounced back on top of his head.

“Holy shit, thank God,” you exhaled in a rush, sitting on the lid of the toilet while your heart rate slowed.

He stopped and looked over, his big green-brown eyes asking questions.

“I mean, I wasn’t worried,” you backtracked, stopping when he lifted an eyebrow. You huffed. “Okay, I was a little worried...the fans...they’re vicious! And it’s your hair! You could probably trademark it for fuck’s sake!”

He tipped his head back and laughed loud and long, some stray cut hair falling from his neck to the floor.

“You know, I thought about halfway through that it’s good I look so sexy in backward baseball caps.” He waggled his eyebrows at you, obviously suppressing a laugh at his own bad joke. You got up and shoved him in the shoulder, crossing the hall to your bedroom. He followed closely behind.

“I don’t give a fuck what the fans think about my hair, you know that,” he leaned on the door frame and watched you dig for a dry shirt. You pulled out an oversized Maple Leafs tee and bent to throw it on.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he stopped you, catching at the shirt and letting it fall to the floor. “You gave me a haircut, so now it’s my turn to give you something.” He threaded his fingers with yours and led you to the edge of your bed, setting you down and stepping back.

“Now, do you like my hair?” he asked, kneeling in front of you, busying himself with untying your shorts. He mouthed at the inside of your thighs, pausing only to grip your shorts and panties in one hand and drag them down your legs. His lips returned to your skin, closer and closer to where you wanted him.

“Yes,” you moaned, widening your legs and combing your fingers through his still damp hair.

“Yes, what?” he smirked against your pubic bone. His hand slid up your belly and pushed up the barely-there bralette, pushing you back to lay against the rumpled sheets. He traced your lips with the tip of his tongue, not dipping inside until he got his answer.

“Yes! Oh, God,” you fisted the waves at the nape of his neck. Perfect. “Yes, I love your hair!”

“Good,” he reached up to kiss you just once before returning to his throne between your legs, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your swollen, aching clit, “that’s all that matters.”

Words were lost to moans and shaking limbs and muffled curses. It turned out his hair was, in fact, just long enough to grab onto.

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hoodharlow · 4 years

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Couch Tales

AN: @sexgodashton here’s some couch sex with Luke.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: almost 2k words

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“I think we should listen to it once more.” Luke told Aaliyah anxiously when they entered his studio.

The band had a single dropping called ‘Speechless’ at midnight. He wasn’t sure when or how, but he got an email the day before with the itinerary so he could arrange for food. He was having a pool day with Aaliyah that ended with them up all night arranging for the party. Luckily Aaliyah knew people that catered, so they got food covered. They also got one of her cousins to bartend. For music and entertainment, he had Michael, so he shot him a quick text asking if he could DJ.

Not waiting for her to answer, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over the chair in front of his desk. He quickly logged back into his computer and opened up the media player. “Was it ‘Final Final Speechless’ or ‘Speechless Final?’ I forget.”

“Maybe it’s a sign that we should listen to the song?” She smiled. Luke looked back at her, his smile forming a straight line. “Kidding, it’s ‘Final Speechless Final.’”

“Right.” He nodded and scrolled backup to the ‘Fs’. He found the song and pressed play.

He leaned back and opened his arms for Aaliyah to sit on his lap.

It’s been a month since the wedding and they became an official item. Well not official, official. Only her parents knew. Luke and Aaliyah had the misfortune of getting caught by her parents as they tried to get it on on her couch when they came over to hers for a surprise Sunday brunch.

The guys don’t know yet. They were too caught up with working on their upcoming song called ‘Speechless’ that they were working on with Aaliyah that he didn’t have time to tell them. Though he was sure that Michael caught on to something between them, he just hasn’t said anything.

Aaliyah rested her head on his chest and listened to their song. It was very much different than what the band is used to. They went with a contemporary and R&B vibe. They had initially started off the song with more rock and 80’s aesthetics like ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ and ��Sunglasses at Night’, but Calum suggested that Aaliyah should sing his part. That was when they went R&B.

Luke’s hand mindlessly wandered down Aaliyah’s hip to her thigh. He slowly inched his hand higher and higher inside her thigh until his fingers grazed her lace covered core. His fingers slowly slid inside her panties.

Aaliyah turned a bit, giving Luke better access to her. She kicked off her heels and rested her feet on his desk. She relaxed against his chest. His teasing touches leaving her more and more restless. Then he finally decided to slowly enter her. His ring and middle fingers slowly pushed inside her. Luke’s other hand covered her mouth.

“Not a peep Al, we don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing.” Luke whispered in her ear. She nodded and he took his hand away.

He slowly thrusted his fingers into her, earning a muffled whine from her. He kept going at that pace agonizing her until one of her hands met his and guided his fingers. He pushed her hand away and increased the pace his fingers took her. As if her hips had a mind of their own, they rode Luke’s fingers. In a matter of minutes he knew she was close.

“Lu-”

“I know, love.” He pressed his thumb against her clit and increased his pace.

“Sh-Luke.” She cried out.

Once she came down her high, Luke removed his fingers from her and licked them clean. “I love your taste.” He laughed.

Aaliyah rolled her eyes. “I hate you.” she said teasingly.

“Excuse you, I just gave you a mind blowin’ orgasm.” He pouted.

“That’s what you think.” She stuck out her tongue and got off his lap.

“Aaliyah!” He playfully gasped.

He pushed himself off the couch and went after her. There wasn’t much space for her to hide, so Luke trapped her between his guitar and couch. She squealed when Luke grabbed her and backed her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled his lips to hers. Without much thought Luke lifted her and walked backwards until the back of his calves touched the couch.

Carefully, he sat them down. Their lips never pulled away. Aaliyah sighed when Luke slowly kissed down her neck. He pushed the thin strap and kissed her shoulder. She began to unbutton his dress shirt and both of her index fingers toyed with his belt buckle.

“Aaliyah! Luke! What’s taking you lot so long? It doesn’t take that long to get a fucking thumb drive.” Ashton called as he pounded at the door. They heard him struggle with the doorknob. “This shit is locked.”

“Yeah it does that.” Luke said as he buttoned up his shirt. He waited a bit for aaliyah to fix her dress before opening the door. “Sorry, that’s why we put the trashcan on the door.”

“Yeah, remember when Piggy locked me in? Crazy shit.” Aaliyah motioned Luke to go along with her. Ashton gave her a skeptical look, but didn’t say anything.

“Well let’s go. Management is getting antsy. There’s only so much stand up Michael and Cal could do.” Ashton said.

Ashton turned on his heel and walked. Aaliyah waited until he turned the corner of the hallway before she innocently kissed his cheek. Then slipped her panties inside his pocket.

“Find me when the party’s over.” She said sweetly.

***

The night went dragged on. The band played a live version of 'Speechless' once it became midnight on the East Coast. The song was already trending. Some of the comments were begging for more R&B from them while some wondered who the female voice was since Aaliyah only wanted songwriting credit.

His eyes caught her. She was in the photobooth with Alexis Ximena, Calum's roomate and Aaliyah’s best friend Reign. Luke smiled to himself and took another sip of his drink.

"Why don't you make a move? It's so fucking obvious the feelings you both have for each other." Michael asked him. He took a seat next to Luke. He simply shrugged and took another sip of his drink. "Well I'd make one soon because someone else might swoop in and beat you to it."

Michael nodded towards Alexis Ximena’s photographer friend who was close to Aaliyah. She had a toothless smile and nodded at whatever the guy was telling her. She nodded a few more times then she walked away from them. She rolled her eyes as she stalked off to the food station.

"Be right back mate." Luke said to Michael.

"Doubt it." He scoffed jokingly. "I'll be over there with Ash."

It was finally midnight when people started to leave. Luke looked around and found Aaliyah in the yard playing with Petunia and Nico, Calum's daughter. He watches Calum and Alexis Ximena walk over to her and bid their goodbyes. Nico blew Aaliyah a kiss and waved at her. The trio came over to him and also said goodbye.

Luke made his way over to her.

“Found you.” Luke said, squeezing her shoulders.

“That you did.” she giggled.

“Do I get a prize?”

“Maybe...” she got up and smoothed out her dress. "You know where to find me."

Aaliyah made sure no one saw her sneak into Luke's studio. Five later Luke walked in. She pulled her lips to him and continued where they left off when Ashton interrupted them.

“Lie on your back,” She mumbled between kisses. She stood up and swiftly pulled down her dress and tossed her bra. She reached for her heels but Luke pulled her hand away from her shoe.

"Keep them on." Aaliyah nodded at his request and climbed to his lap.

She leaned over and kissed him. Luke's hands instinctively went on her ass, squeezing her cheeks as she grinded herself on him. She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers just low enough that she had access to his cock. He pulled her down so she was laying flat on his stomach. They lost track of time as they were kissing.

With a few teasing touches here and there, they both grew restless. Aaliyah pushed herself off him and pressed her knees on either side of him. She sighed as she rubbed herself with Luke's length before lowering herself down him.

She moaned in pleasure once she was fully filled on his cock. Finally she slowly started to ride him.

“Oh my god,” he groaned.

He shut as she trailed her lips down his neck. It drove him crazy when she helped herself to the rest of his body.

He brought his hands to her hips to help guide her, but she giggled and pushed them away.

“Let me take care of you.” She softly whispered. She kissed and nipped by his ear, his sweet spot.

“Aaliyah, I’m so close. So fuckin’ close.” He panted.

"I got you Luke." She moaned. She was also close. She placed her hands on his chest as she shifted a little to ride him better.

Luke licked his lips and praised her about how good she felt around him and well she was riding him. He started to meet her thrusts. It was his telltale sign that he was about to come.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. The pace that he was meeting her thrusts increased. Aaliyah was a moaning mess, chanting his name in pleasure and praising him. His hand slid in between them. He furiously rubbed her clit. With one final thrust from him, he came.

Luke threw his neck back and cursed loudly. His hands wandered to her hips as he helped her reach her orgasm. His hand slid between them and he furiously rubbed her clit.

Without sliding out of her he ,not so swiftly, flipped them over, so he was on top. He wrapped her legs around his waist. Her Louboutin heels, digging into his skin as he quickly fucked her. With that she came.

Incoherent pleas and moans filled the studio.

Both of them panted as Luke slumped over her. Her lips found his, kissing him gently before she pushed back his hair. Her hands rubbed his back where she scratched him up.

A soft smile formed on his lips. He lifted himself up only to press a gentle kiss on her lips.

"I love you." He said.

"And I love you." She smiled back at him.

After a few minutes they pulled away and decided to go to bed. Aaliyah took Luke's shirt and slipped it on while Luke just pulled his pants back up, leaving his belt unbuckled. Hand in hand they made their way to the kitchen for a bedtime snack.

"Well that explains why the door was locked." Ashton said when they came in.

Michael beamed and looked over to Calum and Ashton. "I fucking knew it."

"Bout fucking time I'll say." Calum said.

"Why are you still here?" Luke groaned.

"We were gonna yell at you because we thought you were fucking someone else." Calum said. He nodded to

"Leave. We're both tired and want to go to bed." Aaliyah said softly.

"I'll say. He gave your work out huh." Ashton joked.

Aaliyah flipped him off and squeezed Luke's hand. She waved goodbye to them and went to Luke's room. Once they heard the door shut, the guys all turned to Luke. They all spoke at the same time. Mostly wondering since when him and Aaliyah were a thing.

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Unravel Me (4)

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Rating 18+NSFW

Work Count: 3.4k

Pairing: Christopher “Rio” Martinez xblack!oc

Warning: Swearing, mentions of a gun

A/N: Hey my loves! I’ve missed you guys so much, so sorry for the late update. I’m not going to lie and say it wont happen again because it most likely will but I wasn’t expecting to be gone for so long. Anxiety/ Depression is a fucking bitch bro and like I said before even if my posting isn’t constant, I always want to make sure to give you guys content. Thanks for you for rocking with me and Enjoy chapter 4! Happy reading and please dont forget to like, comment and reblog <3

Summary: Toni forms an unsuspecting friendship with Christopher that turns into something more. As her feelings towards him continue to grow she starts to unravel the secrets that surround him and in return, he unravels her completely.

Chapter 4: Let the games begin

After the eventful night between Toni and Chris, it was like the days went by rather quickly and before she knew it, Friday was here and Toni’s nerves were coming along for the ride. When she came home that night and told her girls about what transpired with her and the mysterious business mogul they gave out beaming smiles and all three of them jumped around, excited that Toni was going out on a date. And of course, don’t even get her started on Aaliyah, the woman was more than elated, and every chance she got she made sure to bother Toni about her new “boyfriend.”

Toni was walking in from work at Print Monthly and let out a yawn. Working two jobs, and writing a new article was slowly catching up with her, but with enough caffeine, she thinks she could make it through. She took off her heels and placed her keys on the entrance table trying to stifle yet another yawn, that was on its way out of her mouth. As she went further into the apartment she didn’t hear any movement from either of the girl’s rooms so she figured she was home alone. Toni went into her room not caring to turn on the light since she had a small night light in the corner and shut the door. She dropped her purse on the floor and took off her clothes, only leaving on her bra and panties. Toni sighed and shuffled to her bed, face planting into it as she wrapped her sherpa throw around her body. Since the AC was fixed the day before her place was nice and cool and all she wanted to do was take a small nap.

But before she could float away to unconsciousness her door was rushed open and the light flicked on, “Oh no bitch, get up!”

Toni groaned hearing Rocky’s voice and covered her face with the blanket, wishing for a couple of minutes of sleep, “Antonia Kelis Thompson, up now!”

The blanket was ripped away from Toni, and she put her face into the pillow, “Just five minutes,” she groaned.

“No, get up! Sage made you a smoothie to help with your energy before she left for the grocery store and you need to drink it so we can get you together for tonight.”

Toni turned her head and looked at Rocky, she was standing next to her bed with her eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip and the other was outstretched with said green smoothie in her grasp.

“It’s only six Rocky, we meet up at nine.”

True to his word, Chris hit her up and they set up a time and place to meet up, the place being an escape room to which Toni was particularly thrilled about. She had always wanted to go to one and she vaguely remembered mentioning it to him on one of their morning talks at the cafe. After they arranged their night out they continued texting each other throughout the day and it felt good to have that feeling of giddiness whenever she heard her phone ding and it possibly being him.

Toni huffed and sat up, sitting cross-legged on her bed and took the drink from Rocky’s hand. Taking a few sips she scrunched up her face from the taste but soldiered on when she saw the look Racquel gave her. When she finally finished the last bits of the smoothie, she put the glass on her nightstand and turned back to her friend.

“All finished, what’s next on the list warden?”

Racquel rolled her eyes, “So damn dramatic, go take a shower and I’ll dive into that mess you call a closet to find you something to wear.”

Toni stretched her limbs as she stood up from the bed while Rocky shooed her to the bathroom grabbing her towel from the back of the door in the process.

“And don’t forget to shave bitch!” Rocky yelled out.

“I shaved my legs yesterday, why the hell am I going to do them again?” Toni said poking her head out from the doorway, her confusion was evident.

“I’m not talking about your legs, girl,” Raquel said, winking. Toni didn’t plan on sleeping with Chris tonight but with how crazy the attraction was between them anything was possible. So with understanding and gratitude, Toni simply nodded and backed into the bathroom, closing the door and getting to work.

After the long half-hour of exfoliation, shaving, and showering, Toni came out of the bathroom feeling fresh and squeaky clean and walked into the sight of her bed strewn with clothes. She took in the sight of her best friends arguing with a piece of clothing in their hands about which outfit would work best. She chose to ignore them knowing that whatever they picked would be applicable and tightened the towel on her form, going to her vanity to do her makeup and hair. The girls interrupted her a few times showing her what they chose and Sage helped Toni curl her hair in the back. Music and bouts of laughter were heard throughout the home and the minutes ticked by getting closer to when Toni was deemed to leave. She was just putting on her light blue jeans when her phone went off, interrupting the song that was playing on her Bluetooth. Rocky and Sage continued talking about whether she should wear heels or sneakers, and Toni finished buttoning her pants walking over to her device. The name Chris was on her screen, and before the voicemail picked up she answered.

“Hello,” she said.

“There she is, thought you weren’t gonna answer,” Chris’s smooth voice came through the phone, making Toni’s stomach flutter with butterflies. She could vaguely hear noises of machinery in the background but she didn’t think anything of it because as quickly as the noise came it was gone, like he went into a separate room.

“I mean I didn’t have to pick up, especially since you're interrupting me getting ready for my date,” Toni sat down on the bench at the end of her bed.

“Oh, word? Who’s the lucky man?”

Toni looked down at her nails, “Some guy I met a couple of weeks ago, he ain’t all that but I decided to have mercy and give him a chance.”

Chris laughed into the receiver, “I bet he’s hype as fuck to take your pretty ass out.”

Toni shrugged like he could see her, “I mean, I am kind of great.”

“That you are Antonia, that you are.”

Toni covered her mouth with her fingers, trying to control the megawatt smile that was threatening to break out. They knew each other barely a month and already the way Chris made Toni feel was slightly alarming. “Is everything okay though, because if you need to change the time or something that’s fine.”

“Nah we good, just wanted to check up on you. And make sure I wasn’t gonna do an escape room by myself.”

“No worries, I’ll be there,” Toni said grinning.

“Aiight, so I’ll see you soon yeah?”

“Yes, sir nine o’clock.”

Chris chuckled, “Aight mama, later.”

Toni hung up and put her phone back on the charger, “I’m guessing from all the flirting we just heard, that was him,” Sage asked.

She shook her head, “Yeah, he was calling to make sure we were still on tonight.” Toni went and looked at the shoe options they picked out, thankful that her friends lended out a helping hand.

“We think the all-white Nike’s would look great with your outfit. Plus it will give your feet a break from the heels and you can run around as you play the game with your boyfriend,” Rocky smirked when Toni gave her a dirty look at her use of the “B” word.

“I agree,” she told them. After bending down to put her sneakers on, Toni stood up and examined her outfit in the mirror, liking how it looked. The white bodysuit accentuated her curves and the light blue jeans and sneakers really brought everything together, making her feel comfortable but be cute at the same time. Toni sprayed her perfume and got her crossbody bag and phone, listening to her friends give her a pep talk as she walked to the front door.

“We put some wipes in your bag and some mints as well just in case your breath gets hot,” Sage said, following behind Toni.

“Oh yes and some pepper spray if he decides to get handsy,” Raquel continued, bringing up the rear, “You never know he can turn into an asshole when the clock strikes twelve.”

Sage gave Rocky a glare and nudged her, “I doubt it will come to that, Racquel but it is always good to be safe.”

“Yes, it is,” Rocky grumbled, rubbing her sore side. Sage may be small but her elbow had some power behind it.

Toni turned to them when they reached the door, “Thanks guys for all the help.”

“We got your back girl, you know that.”

“And have fun tonight please, you deserve it and it will do you good to get some dick. It might help you stop being so damn uptight.”

“Sage!” Toni gasped, hitting the girl’s arm while Rocky stood next to her nodding in agreeance.

“I can’t stand you guys.” Toni picked up the keys she left on the small table by the door and opened her arms, “Alright give me some loving.”

They all came in for a group hug, just like they always did back in college, “Love you hoes,” Toni murmured.

“We love you too,” Sage and Rocky said together.

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Pulling into the parking lot Toni texted Chris letting him know she had arrived and while she waited on his reply she stared down at her phone and went through her social media. Suddenly a knock on her window made her jolt in the seat and look up with a hand to her chest. She let out a breath when she saw it was Chris at her window, his eyebrow raised and his mouth curved into a smirk.

“Geez Chris, you scared the shit out of me,” Toni exclaimed through the closed window.

She reached next to her, to get her purse and took her keys out of the ignition, placing them and her phone into her bag. She unlocked the door and he opened it for her, a smile still residing on his lips, “My bad ma, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Toni side-eyed him as she got out, “Liar, you know damn well it’s too dark for your ass to be playing games.”

“Oh shit, don’t tell me big bad Antonia is scared of the dark.” Chris closed her car door behind her and Toni hit her key fob locking the vehicle. They began walking through the sparsely lit up parking lot, heading towards the building that had MadeYa Look Escape Room in bright lights at the front.

“Listen, frightening things live in the night, so don’t shame me.”

Chris chuckled as they walked side by side, his hands behind his back, “Nah, no shaming here baby. I used to be the same way, years ago.”

Toni felt a jolt at this new nickname, she hadn’t been called baby from the opposite sex in years and it made her feel warm inside to be hearing it from him. Toni decided to play it cool and not show how much the term of endearment affected her, but she secretly promised herself she would gush about it later in the privacy of her home.

“What made you stop being scared?” Toni asked as they finally reached the entrance.

She went to open the door but his ring covered hand was suddenly on top of hers, making her palm sweat on the cool metal of the handle, “When I became the scary thing to the monsters.”

Toni noticed the sudden shift between them as she gazed into his dark brown orbs. You would think after a statement like that she would be afraid but she felt perfectly fine, safe even. She didn’t know what to think about that, so she intended to not think about it at all.

“I forgot to tell you earlier but you look beautiful,” Chris said, his eyes not leaving hers, he was close enough that he could hear her breath stutter but didn’t comment. Toni bit her lip and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

“You got your nose pierced,” she said, surprised. Toni saw the faint glint of the piercing from the glare of the lights and even though she never dated a guy with one it was different and it fit him perfectly.

Chris took note of the change of subject but he nodded anyway and ran his tongue across his bottom lip, making it shine, “You like it?”

“It’s cute,” She said with faux disinterest. Just like last time, with the close proximity they were in Toni could smell his cologne that was dark and subtle. They would kiss if she stood on her tiptoes.

“You ready for me to whoop your ass in this game?” Chris teased, and just like that the spell was broken and the light-hearted flirting came back into play.

Toni scoffed, grateful for the break from the tension “Please, the question is are you ready?”

With her hands still encompassed in his, they both opened the door and went to the front desk to pay and get instructions. The brunette clerk who they later learned was named Debbie was none the wiser to the something that transpired moments before, as she explained rules and questioned which room they wanted to play. While the middle-aged woman was talking, he had his hand rested on the small of Toni’s back and tried as she might she couldn’t focus on anything else but the heat of his palm. Luckily, another couple came in after them and they were able to play against the pair in the zombie apocalypse escape room. Before the game started Toni and Chris set up a bet for whoever solved the most clues even though they were on the same team. Toni ran her hand through her loose curls to put her hair up in a ponytail waiting for the countdown and noticed Chris’s outfit, “You don’t think you’ll get hot running around in your jacket?”

As per usual Chris was clad in all black but he had on a jean jacket over a black shirt this time rather than a regular button-up.

“I’m straight,” Chris said nonchalantly. Before she could interrogate him further, Debbie’s voice came onto the intercom letting them know she was starting the countdown. Quickly, ten seconds turned to one, and the game began.

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The couple walked out of the room breathless and delighted with how well the game turned out. They beat the newlyweds by a landslide with one minute to spare, and unfortunately to Chris’s exasperation, Toni solved most of the clues and now she had full reign over tonight.

“Congrats guys!” The clerk complimented as she handed them two free t-shirts for winning and even offered to snap a picture of them to put on their winner board. Chris declined grumbling about how he hated taking pictures but of course, when Toni gave him puppy dog eyes and reminded him she was the captain of tonight he grudgingly relented. Only on the grounds of them taking the photo on their personal phones and that Toni promised not to rag on him the rest of the date.

Toni gave the woman her phone already opened to the camera app and they both took their place in front of the winner’s board. She didn’t know where to position herself, not wanting to be too much in Chris’s personal space if he wasn’t comfortable with it, but he made the decision for her when he put his arm on her shoulders and brought her in close, making Toni’s palms sweat. She quickly decided to wrap her arms around his waist praying he couldn’t feel her heart practically beat out her chest when she leaned against his side. They both looked at the camera with big smiles earning an “Awww you two are adorable!” from Debbie.

As Toni went to pull away, she brushed against something solid and what felt oddly like steel under his jacket. Stepping back Toni pondered over the fact that the object that she touched was most likely a gun and that was probably the reason why he didn’t want to take off his jacket before the game.

“Here you go hun,” Debbie said, passing Toni her phone.

Toni graciously thanked her while she took the device and tried to school her features. She knew people had guns, even her father had some locked away at his house but something about him hiding it made her stomach roll.

They went out into the cool night and Toni walked next to Chris quietly still thinking, “So where to boss, since you running shit now.”

A beat passed and she could see Chris in her peripheral take a look at her, wondering why she wasn’t responding.

“You good mama?” He inquired.

She was acting like such a dumb ass, it wasn’t like he was her boyfriend he didn’t have to necessarily tell her why he had a gun and she was fine when he told her the monsters were afraid of him. So why did the gun affect her so much?

Toni looked over at him seeing his brows knitted in worry and decided to push the issue aside for a second. “Yep, but the real question is are you good after that ass whooping I gave you? Mr. I’m gonna win just watch.”

Chris groaned, “I thought you promised you wasn’t gonna flame me.”

“Obviously I lied, I just wanted you to stop whining and take the damn picture.”

“Nah, I just think you wanted a pic so you could look at it and fantasize about me all the time.”

Toni snickered and pushed him, “Please, don’t flatter yourself.”

They were still talking when they finally reached her car. Toni leaned against her door, she could see his Range a couple of spaces from hers. “So what now Antonia?”

He asked while he stood in front of her, his hands in his pockets.

“Not sick of me yet?” Toni wondered, tilting her head.

“Never that darlin’.’”

Toni cleared her throat feeling her cheeks burn, damn him, he knew exactly what the hell he was doing. Not wanting to put it off any longer she made the choice to just ask him about the gun, not wanting to proceed with the night without being in the know. “Can I...ugh this is probably so stupid but can I ask you a question first before we leave here?”

He straightened when he heard the way she stuttered like she was worried about questioning him, “Go ahead.”

Toni crossed her arms, “You can tell me it's none of my business and honestly it’s not that big of a deal but is there a reason why you didn’t want to tell me you were carrying a gun? I felt it while we were taking the picture.”

She was expecting him to get upset about her interrogation but his posture went lax, seeming happy that that was what she wanted to ask.

“I didn’t say anything ‘cause I wasn’t sure if it was gonna freak you out. I use it for protection only and I should have told you instead of assuming.”

Toni sighed and rubbed her forehead, “No, I apologize it just took me by surprise is all. I knew someone that carried and it always seemed like he used it more to showcase how much of a dick he was rather than use it as a safety precaution.”

“Hey,” Chris raised Toni’s chin, making her focus on him. “Don’t ever be scared to ask me somethin’. Even if I don’t like the question, imma always try and give you as much of the truth that I can, aight?”

“Okay,” Toni said.

“Okay,” Chris dropped his hand and grabbed Toni’s holding it in his grasp, still looking at her, “So we gonna chill in this parking lot all night or we gonna go to the next spot?”

Toni lightly squeezed his hand with a mischievous glint in her eye, “I know the perfect place.”

“Aiight then,” Chris walked to the passenger side of her car waiting, “Let’s go.”

“You’re not gonna drive your car?” Toni wrinkled her nose, puzzled whilst unlocking the car.

Chris opened the door and simply said, “Nope I trust you,” before getting into the vehicle leaving Toni speechless.

Toni let out a harsh breath and whispered “This man is too fine,” getting into the car as well. It seemed like their night had only begun.

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 3 years

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Hell and Back Pt. 2

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Language, hospital mentions, mentions of drug abuse, allusions to suicide, allusion to self harm, self deprecating thoughts, a gun, mentions of knives, mentions of the dead, anxiety, signs of abuse, abusive and toxic relationships, and fainting.

Word Count: 6.1k

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“I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.”

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When I saw my little sisters, that all went away. Sure I still called them a lot but nothing could compare to actually seeing them in person. Sapphire launched herself into my arms and I stumbled back a bit.

“I missed you too,” I said.

I hugged Aaliyah too. When I entered the apartment I heard voices. My dad’s and some feminine voice.

I walked in to find some woman who couldn't be older than 25 in my kitchen. Talking and laughing with my dad. I didn’t want to assume anything or start a scene so I just went into my room to catch up with my sisters.

We were talking about some kid who gave me a DMT pen once and I was tripping balls which I probably shouldn’t be talking about, but I want them to feel comfortable enough to come to me. Makes it easier to keep them safe.

Our dad opened the door and hung in the doorway.

“Hey… Y/N do you mind coming here for a sec?”

“Yeah sure…”

I stepped out of the room.

“Is something wrong?” It wasn’t often that he initiated a conversation that would end positively.

“No,no, not at all, I just want you to meet someone,”

When I entered the kitchen the same woman from before was still there. My dad walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“This is my girlfriend, Camilla”

I knew it . I knew it! I was trying not to be hostile toward her every problem I had was towards my dad so I smiled and waved to her.

“Camilla this is Y/N,” he pointed to me.

“Well I’ll let y’all get acquainted,” He said before leaving the room.

I sat on the kitchen island and waited for her to say something first.

“Look, I would just like to put it out there that I’m not trying to replace your mom in anyway.”

“Thanks I appreciate it,”

“Also, are you okay now?” She asked in a low voice.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“Your dad said you ran away,” Of course he did “and I saw the news with your school at the Washington Monument.” So I guess she knew more about me then expected. Not surprised she was the one to ask me and not my so called dad.

“Thanks for your concern but I’m fine, and sorry to cut this conversation short but I’m drained.”

“Oh, okay, have a nice night,”

“You, too,”

I didn’t have time to think about anything. I just made it back to my room and face planted onto my bed. My whole being was sore including my brain. I didn’t have the energy to change my clothes, to shower, to think about my dad being a pathological liar or anything else that happened today.

I was awoken by my dad. I didn't know how long I slept but the sun was out. I can’t remember the last time I was able to sleep while the sun was up.

“Hey we’re going out, for family bonding and I want you there with us,”

Family.

We ain’t ever been a family before why start now. Is what I really wanted to say but I sucked it up because again I hadn’t seen my sisters in a while.

The movie was really boring. If we’re being honest.

I pulled Aaliyah and Sapphire aside as my dad and Camilla were deep in conversation.

“You know how I was staying at Wade’s house right?”

They both nodded.

“What did dad tell you about this,”

Sapphire just shrugged and Aaliyah was the one to post.

“I dunno he didn’t say much like usual he just kinda said you just left,”

I felt my jaw tightening as I processed her words, my fist clenching by my side.

“Oh, oh okay,” I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth a couple times “Well I just want you to know I’d never leave y’all without a very good reason, and I never won’t come back,”

By the time we got back to the house it was around twelve since we watched another movie and went to a restaurant. Then got ice cream. This is the most money my dad could’ve possibly spent on me in a long time. I mean he didn’t because I didn’t get anything and bought my own ticket. I didn’t want him to be able to use the fact he bought me stuff against me. I’d gotten tired of the “after I’ll I’ve done for you,” excuse.

I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried I couldn’t sleep. I tried NyQuil, melatonin, and even tea. The tea really did more harm than good.

This was an extremely stupid thing to do so don’t follow my lead but I was bored.

I grabbed a lot of useless shit from the floor of my room and made my way to the roof. I poured hand sanitizer on it and set it on fire. Putting aside the fact that it was really weird the fire was oddly beautiful. I sat there watching it for a minute before stomping it out.

I was going to text my friend Carmen but I realized she was supposed to be asleep and I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

I ended up scrolling through Zillow for a while then that turned into me applying for like four jobs. In which turned into me making spamming multiple friends saying we needed to hang out.

While I was on Zillow there was a relatively cheap apartment in Queens. Which was close to my school. It kept drawing me in for some reason. I bookmarked the tab.

Before I knew it the sun was up. I figured if I couldn’t sleep I would go on a walk to the park.

When I got back to the complex everyone was still asleep except my dad who walked outside like he was waiting on me. He grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly.

He basically told me I looked like a prostitute. I was running so my sports bra and leggings were actually pretty appropriate. He said that I was probably going out to fuck people and that’s where I always was. I opened my mouth to defend myself.

“Actually I was just going to the-“ I was cut off by a sharp sting on my cheek.

He fucking slapped me. Hard at that. He then grabbed my arm even tighter than before dragging me into the house.

I don’t know what hurt worse my face or that fact that I wouldn’t be able to blame him being drunk on all the times he’d hit me before. He was just an ass.

By the time I made it back to my room it felt like my body was burning itself from the inside out. My face was red and so was my arm from my elbow to almost my wrist. To try to cool myself down I took a cold shower and took some Tylenol.

I still couldn’t sleep but tonight it was because it was so hot. I really needed a fan in my room. It was already 6 so I just decided to get a head start at the school. Not without taking pictures of my bruises before covering them with green concealer and foundation. I wore a hoodie for good measure.

I felt dizzy and decided it was probably best not to skate at the moment and I’m 90% sure I fell asleep on the subway. Apparently we had an art project due which I had no idea existed in the first place so I wasn’t going to that class today. Even though I did truly love Ms. Kramer. I was just gonna skip and go to Bri’s class. Which just happened to be chemistry.

I wasn’t surprised Mr. Cobwell asked no question when I walked in. I ate lunch in his class a couple times, he was chill. He continued on talking about Quantum Theory.

I made Flash move from his seat next to Bri which he immediately did. I guess he was scared of me now.

“Hey,” I said, placing my non bruised side of my face on the desk.

“Hey,” She whispered back. “What class are you supposed to be in?”

“Art,”

“Why are you there? You love art,”

“I’m not feeling it today,”

“Alright,” she nodded.

“Lemme use your AirPods,”

She reached into her bag handing them over going back to taking notes. That didn’t last long.

“What ya watching?” She asked.

“Bad Girls Club,” I smiled knowing she liked this show.

“What season?”

“7,” I whispered because now I felt too weak to waste my energy on speaking. I placed the phone on my lap and she took the other AirPod and before I knew I class was over with Tasha throwing trash everywhere.

I figured I was feeling sick because my blood sugar was low or something so I drank some Apple juice at lunch and called it a day.

Now time for Physics. I hate physics. Why would science ever require so much math?

It was so hot. Like on the face of the sun, hot but I couldn’t take my hoodie off because I felt like I’d sweat my foundation off.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked me “You look pale,” I swear if he doesn’t learn to mind his business.

“I’m fine,” I told him, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself, I gestured to his notebook. “Do your work,”

“Alright fine,” he said reluctantly, glancing at me once before getting back to writing whatever we were supposed to be doing down.

I pulled my hoodie back over my head and sat up in my seat about to try to do my work again. But it was so hot and I was so dizzy that I couldn’t focus.

The world began to swirl and I knew the switch in my brain was going to flip off. I just didn’t have time or enough energy to tell anyone.

When I woke up I was in a bed in the nurse's office and the first thing I noticed was I didn’t have my hoodie. Shit. I used to make fun of people for passing out because how does your own body clock out on you? Until it started happening to me like last year.

I went into the bathroom and sure enough the giant bruise on my cheek and arm were kinda visible.

Again shit.

I patted my forehead with a cold paper towel because the nurse’s bathroom actually had paper towels unlike all the others, before the nurse came back.

“Hello, Are you feeling okay?”

I nodded. She smiled down at me before giving me water and checking my temperature.

“You have a fever,” she said after looking down at the thermometer “We called dad to come and pick you up but we got no answer. Is there anyone else that can come and take you?”

I shook my head, not trusting my voice.

I drank some more of the water before speaking up.

“I have a friend who’s at this school she could maybe drop me off?”

“I’m not sure if that’s allowed,” she said.

“You know what? Go back to class, get your friend and come right back.”

I pushed off the bed and headed out of the nurses office surprised to find Peter sitting on the bench outside it.

“Are you okay?” He asked me again

“Yes I’m okay” I nodded. Apparently I wasn’t as okay as I thought because I almost tripped over my leg trying to move. But Peter immediately reached his hand out to stabilize me. And I don’t know why that made me as angry as it was but I said “I don’t need you to help,” harsher than I need to.

“Sorry,” I said calmly almost immediately after.

“It’s okay,” He said scratching the back of his neck.

“If you don’t mind me asking where’d these bruises come from,”

“I fell,” was all I said. He looked skeptical but that was all he was going to get, I didn’t need CPS all up in my business. That’s also payback for him lying to me about “cat scratches”.

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Yeah, anything,” he said.

“Can you go get Briana from Mr. Dell’s class for me?”

“Yeah I’ll be right back,” he said before sprinting down the hallway. I giggled at his giddiness. It was still extremely hot everywhere my body was tingling.

Bri ran towards me

“Oh my god are you okay,”

“I’m fine, I just need you to talk to the nurse with me real quick,”

She apparently didn’t have her car with her today so she was a no go.

“I’m sorry girl,” she said, pulling me into a hug.

“It’s okay, go back to class now,” I said.

“Alright feel better,”

I walked back out of the office to find none other than Peter still waiting there.

“So what happened?” He asked.

“Looks like I’m walking home,” I smiled sarcastically. “Yay,”

“I can walk you home,”

“No, thank you”

“I insist,” I laughed again

“I still think that word is funny,” I said.

“Okay, now let me walk you home,”

We were walking in no general direction. No one but MJ and Bri know my address and I’d like to keep it that way.

“Wait, you need food,” He claimed.

We ended up at this place called Delmar’s Deli. I’d passed it a couple times while walking home and during my less legal “hobby”. I really wasn’t hungry at all. I took all of like two bites from my sandwich claiming I’d take it to go before throwing it away. It wasn’t bad, it was quite good, actually I just wasn’t hungry.

“My aunt is a nurse at an emergency room, she can check you out,” I hate anything that's anything like a hospital at all brings terrible memories, but I didn’t want him to know where I lived so I agreed. I’d ditch him then.

It took us a while to get there but by the time we did I had to stop and catch my breath. He offered to walk me home and got me food. What a Spiderman thing to do. I’d say I had much solid proof to go on by now.

“Peter!” The gorgeous brunette woman came over to the waiting room “What are you doing here don’t you have school?”

“Yeah but my friend-“ When her eyes ghosted over to my face she cut herself off. “Oh my God are you okay,” she referred to my bruises “What happened to you?”

“Did Flash do this to her?” She asked Peter and I had to stifle a laugh at that. I wish he would try to lay a finger on me.

“No, she just told me she fell, we’re here cause she fainted and I don’t know if the school nurse is very capable of actually helping,”

Is this a new thing Peter just decides to randomly worry about me for no good reason and forces me into taking care of myself. Because I hate it.

“Oh, ok,” She nodded her head. “Grab one of those questionnaires over there,” She pointed to the sign in table. “Are your parents going to come too?” She asked and I shook my head.

She and Peter moved over to the side and started talking about something I had no interest in. I grabbed the questionnaire and sat on the edge of the closest seat.

1. What’s your age?

That’s easy 15.

2. Specify your race

African American of course.

3. Select your highest level of education

Some high school

4. What’s your marital status?

Single never married. Unless you count that un-ordained wedding I once had.

5. Specify your employment status

A student.

6. Have you ever been treated in an emergency room (specify age)?

Yes, as a child.

7. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital? If yes, do you remember why?

Okay wow. Yes.

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, vision blurry from tears forming in my eyes.

“Y/N, you okay in there?” I heard my brother ask after lightly rapping his fingers on the door.

“Yeah, I’m okay!”

No I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay at all. In fact I was the farthest thing from okay. I glanced down at my thighs, you could see cuts from the night before and scars peeking out from underneath my shorts. I was sobbing at this point.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was for myself or to everyone I knew I’d hurt by this. I already had the headache. I was just waiting for the rest of the pills to kick in.

I was holding onto the sink for support when the left side of my body started to feel tingly. The whole situation felt hazy. I was shaking hard before I fell, taking almost everything on the sink with me.

My head hit the bathmat and I could feel my heart slowing and hear my breath become shallow. I heard the doorknob jingle and that was the last thing before a feeling of true bliss and peace took over my body.

I could hear screams and sirens and I knew I was in an ambulance. Slowly I awoke with wires all over my body and an IV in my wrist. My limbs were dead weight, I couldn’t move.

A single tear fell from my eye alerting me off my surroundings. I quickly came back to myself. I made up the excuse of a family emergency and left.

I ended up halfway across the city. Then in Brooklyn visiting a friend.

I knocked on the window of Aaron’s apartment. I could see Miles sitting on the couch.

“How’ve things been over here?” I asked once I was settled on the couch as well.

“Uh, pretty tame, and you?”

“There was that whole elevator stunt and I almost fucking died which was fun.”

“Forgot you never take anything seriously,” He rolled his eyes.

I laughed in response “Well one of us has got to be fun for us since it’s clearly not you,”

“In celebration of me not dying I’m making sundaes,”

“Alright,” He said leaning back on the couch.

“Hey uh, When’s Aaron coming back?” I asked, getting the whipped cream out of the fridge.

“I’m not sure,”

This is actually like really fucking dangerous. Like it could kill me. It’s just I was already in pain and had a headache. I also wasn’t thinking. I’d already made the sundaes. I turned around so Miles couldn’t see what I was doing before I- Okay I’m not going to do this. Get it together God you’re acting like an addict. The amount of people who’ve died from inhalants were insane. There it is again death.

“Drawn anything new lately?” I asked, wanting to get my mind off of the topic of death that seemed to be plaguing my brain lately.

“Some small sketches,”

I got the text that’d I been waiting for. I’d been talking to Aaron for the past few days. I’m not sure how Miles would feel about that. So I haven’t said anything.

But I got the text.

Staten Island Ferry 3pm

I immediately popped up from the couch.

“I have to go like right now, it’s an emergency,”

I sprinted towards the door almost running into the punching bag in front of me.

“Y/N-“

It’d been a week and things were looking up. I had a great day yesterday without the use of any drug. But nothing good ever lasts too long. I didn’t have to worry about that now. What I needed to worry about, was getting Peter to stop falling on his ass.

I tried not to laugh at him and failed.

“It’s not funny,” he said, pulling me down with him as I reached out to pull him up. Soon he was laughing too.

I felt a vibration in my pocket and saw that Aaron texted me.

hey the results from the search came in.

what???? don’t play with me I’m on my way right now.

“Uh hey I gotta go sorry,”

“No it’s fine I probably should get home too,” He pushed off the ground reaching down for me.

“Do you wanna do this again tomorrow?” He asked a hopeful glint in his eye once we were both on our feet.

“Yeah sounds nice,” I smiled.

“Okay,” He nodded.

“Okay,” I echoed heading off.

Ned was being fucking stupid.

“NO!” I slammed my hands down on the table “You don’t stab anyone especially if you plan on using bleach to clean up the blood. At least use vinegar and lemon,”

“Okay, jeez,” he said reeling back, “How would you do it then?”

Before I could say anything MJ spoke up

“You could just use a needle full of air in between their toes, Their heart would fail”

“Orrr,” I said spinning around on top of the table towards Ned. “You could overdose them on potassium and by the time the police get there the potassium in their blood is back at a normal level,”

“Yeah that works too,” MJ stated going back to whatever she was drawing.

“You guys scare me,” Ned muttered making me smile.

“Where’s Peter?” I asked and Ned pointed across the room.

There he was sitting by Liz. It was cute I knew about his little crush on her. I’m sure the whole school did. Glad it’s working out for him. However that did not stop the pain in my stomach.

I got up from the table because suddenly I did not want to be at school anymore.

“Where are you going?” MJ looked up at me.

I shrugged. In all honesty I had no I idea where I was going. Somehow I always end up at Wade’s house when I don’t know where I want to go. He wasn’t home but I had a key. I can’t remember if he gave it to me or I stole if we're being honest.

Clearly I hadn’t passed by a mirror in a while because damn. I look terrible.

My eyes were red and circled with a dark hue from lack of sleep. I still had a yellowing bruise on my cheek. I was pale. I looked to be on the verge of death.

I looked frail, like at any second I’d just fall apart.

It was so unfair. My bones dragged down my body. The pieces of my soul that were mined out and removed from my mind. There’s a hole leaving me forever longing and I cannot fill nor feel. Hiraeth, a beautiful word for a ugly feeling. longing for a home that I never truly had, a home in which I’d never return. I would like to drift to where my spirit lies. It’s in the eyes of you and me and everyone in between. Drifting on a small boat in the sea. Viridian. Yes! That's the place I would like to be, that's where my soul lies yes you see.

I kept punching his punching bag over and over again. Until I was on my back on the floor begging my lungs to allow air into them with Time (Is) by Solange playing on loop. Something put it into my head that I had to kill Vulture. I’d never directly killed anyone but that was gonna change. Having people killed or knowing someone was going to kill someone and not doing anything about isn’t killing anyone in my book, but I’m sure it would be in Spidey’s

That’s literally Liz’s dad though…

Okay maybe I’d just get him locked up. Great now I gotta be a snitch. That’s new. I showered not even caring about my hair now my curls were sticking to my face. I was freezing now though. I didn’t know whether to be glad that my body wasn’t on fire anymore or be upset that I was covered in goosebumps.

Wade’s laptop was sitting right there on his bed. I was only taking a shower but, I think I should be allowed to watch Netflix and he wouldn’t mind, I was already on his account anways.

After like 3 episodes into this random show there was a folder that was calling to me for some reason.

It’d be okay to take a sneak peek. I thought to myself.

I clicked on it and it was locked. I guessed the password in like three tries. He’s really gotta up his password game. It opened to multiple folders, one with my mom's name. Okay I had to click this then.

I opened it which opened to more folders one titled ‘In Case of My Death’.

Okay, okay cool my mother has had a video of what to do all if she died all along. This would’ve come in handy five years ago.

There were three videos with the names of myself and my sisters. I clicked on mine then paused it.

Then unpaused it again.

I couldn’t do it. Okay, yes I could. I played it again. As soon as I heard the beginning of the word “hi”. I shut the computer off. I couldn’t do this. Couldn't do it because I was weak, I couldn’t handle myself. I was stupid and weak and a fucking disappointment. Guess my dad had been right all these years. I knew there was always some truth to the words he spoke only a matter of time until I started acknowledging it.

I don’t remember coming home to the apartment. And I definitely don’t remember writing all over the walls of my dad’s room. But I had a marker in my hands and it looked like a toddler had gone to town.

Holy Shit

He was actually going to murder me, in cold fucking blood. I trashed, the living room area, his room, and then mine. I was not coming home tonight. Looks like I’d need to find a new home now. At this point that sounded like a pretty solid plan.

I text my sisters a quick text ‘stay at grandma’s house tonight dad is going to pissed like Super Sayian mode’ before grabbing my go-bag which was: a bag of the essentials, like hygiene a couple shirts, shorts, hoodies, pants, and of course the flash drive can't forget the flash drive.

The flash drive that’s driving me crazy. I’d yet to open it though. I knew I was crazy because I did all this while fucking sobbing.

I wandered around for hours. Making my way to Brooklyn, Manhattan, Harlem, AND actual New York City.

Somehow I still ended up at Olivia’s door at the end of the day. I honestly believe we were soulmates. Most people don’t know you get many soulmates in a lifetime. I think Olivia and I would be the karmic kind. A karmic relationship is meant to help you grow, but it is never meant to last—it's often playing out a bad experience from a past life. I’m guessing I hadn’t grown yet because here I was.

She opened the door after a second. I’m surprised she did because I used our special knock so I knew she knew it was me.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” I screamed in her face.

“You're the one going off and being secretive and shit, like you’re scared I’m gonna hurt you or something,” she yelled walking up the stairs.

I followed after her,

“Maybe you would hurt me. I don’t know you are insane,” I said, tears brimming my eyes.

“Just because you have fucking daddy issues, doesn’t mean you have to carrying them into every part of your life,”

“I have daddy issues?” I screamed soon turning into me choking on a laugh making an unhinged noise “Oh, I have fucking daddy issues, now? Oh, okay,” I nodded.

“Your parents didn’t even fucking want you,” I pointed at her. “At least my mom stuck around before she died,”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Yeah well right back at you,”

“You’re fucking psychotic! Literally you’re so much like your dad and you don’t even know it, You’re trying to please him and he doesn’t give two shits about you, Wake up Y/N! Wake up.”

“I’m hard on you because I love you so much,” She claimed, but her love was suffocating.

“Oh yeah? I asked “Well i don’t know how much more of this ’love’ I can take,”

“Fine then,” She screamed.

“Fine,” I said before she slammed the door in my face leaving me standing out in the cold crying.

That wasn’t even the worse we’d said to each other. It was the first but not the last time we’d break up either. I do believe we loved each other though in our own twisted way. Well at least I know I loved her.

“Hey,” She said softly as she could sense I was due to break at any second. My cheeks were probably tear stained.

“Hey,” I whispered back.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“No,” I shook my head. One thing I liked about her is I didn’t have to fake it around her, because masking my real emotions was so draining. At least I didn’t have to do it with everyone.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No,”

“Okay,” she said softly “My parents aren’t home, so you don’t have to worry about them,” not surprised.

I nodded before she grabbed my hand bringing me inside.

“I missed you,” she said stroking my hair as I laid on her bed, my head in her lap.

“I missed you too,” I wasn’t lying my head drifted to her from time to time. It wasn’t that I wanted to get back together I just missed her presence.

She smiled sadly at me running her finger over the bags on my eyes.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” She quotes.

“Yeah well, ’m not queen or princess and definitely don’t have a crown, so we don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” I said.

“You’re a princess to me,” I gave a genuine yet tired smile at that.

“You can go to sleep, it’s okay,” She said.

That was the first time I was actually able to fall asleep and without medicine or having to go on a walk or do anything really.

I woke up in the bed alone only to find Olivia sitting at her kitchen island eating spaghetti.

She smiled when she saw me coming into view.

“Sleep well?” She asked.

“Yeah surprisingly,” How long had I been asleep for I wondered.

“It’s 10 pm,” She said, still being able to read me.

I made my way over to her and sat across her.

“So what’s really going on with you miss Y/N?” She questioned.

I shrugged “I don’t know, nothing,”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Cause I’m not buying,”

I explained to her how my dad was being weird and how I wanted to move out now. How I had pretty much vandalized the house. How I found the video of my mom. Just everything. Well maybe not everything I didn’t tell her about Vulture because I feel like she’d try to do something and I didn’t want her to get hurt.

“Oh wow, damn... holy shit. Are you gonna watch your moms video?” She asked. Huh I hadn’t thought about that.

“I mean of course I will, yeah,” I nodded “Probably, I don’t know I’m scared,”

“Wouldn’t you rather just push the fear back and watch then wonder the rest of your life what it says.”

I sighed. Can't argue with that logic.

“I’m assuming you came here because you need a place to stay?” She said.

“Yes, I need a place to stay just for a while but I don’t want it to seem like I’m just using you I can find somewhere else,”

“Now it’s fine stay as long as you need but my dad gets back at the end of the month and we both know he doesn’t like you,” She chuckled at the last sentence and I laughed too.

I was on the ferry heading towards Staten Island now. I knew the sale was for these weird alien shits but that's pretty much all I knew. I figured I’d sort of “out bid” the buyers then get rid of everything. By outbid I mean straight up steal. Some guy in a white pickup truck is officially my target. Thorn was still on hiatus. Meaning no knives unless you count the pocket knife I always had on me, no suit. I did have a trejo though, you know just in case. I couldn’t help my mind from drifting to Pop Smoke’s “I got it on me”. I let out a small laugh.

I was hiding behind some car waiting for a crack in the plan to slip in.

That was until Spiderman showed up. It’s like he had a sixth sense to ruin all of my plans.

Shit

Well abort mission. Just as I started walking around to get to the side of the boat. The van I was next to had Vulture literally coming out of it. I knew it’d looked familiar.

I made it up to the top deck looking down on everything unfolding. So a quick rundown, the FBI was here, meaning Tony Stark or someone with government clearance probably did something because I highly doubt that Spiderman, the Spiderman that I’ve seen hit a window like a bird while swinging, had any government clearance.

See now I was looking to find a good time to make my escape. That was until that purple alien shit started spewing stuff beams of light through the ship. And fuck, I look away for one second and the new Shocker guy was gone. I turned around and saw he was running in another direction. I chased after him the rubber of my sneakers squeaking on the deck.

I jumped down onto Shocker’s back sending us both to the floor before he pushed me off. I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow and I’m pretty sure I heard something pull in my leg.

He jumped off onto the Vulture and I knew I couldn’t do anything anymore. Not like I was just going to shoot them down in public. I saw the light shooting down the middle of the ferry. I was gonna make a run for it but the loud squeal noise was so loud I fell over. Soon I was slung back into what I think was a bench not entirely sure I just knew it hurt like a bitch.

I’m pretty sure I feel unconscious for like 30 seconds.

But that was enough because the boat had already split in half and I couldn’t get to the deck or a lifeboat. However Spider-Man was frantically trying to get it together.

I was trying to be hopeful because everything was looking up, as the parts of the ship got closer together but I think we all know the saying ‘what goes up must come down’

Over the ringing in my head I could assume that things were fixed because people were cheering. One thing that comes from cheering is movement and if I learned anything from the elevator it’s that moving in a very unstable metal death box is not a good idea.

The ship was falling apart again until it wasn’t. It was pushed back together by I could only assume would be our government clearance guy Tony Stark. I looked out the window and yep there he was.

As soon as I got on solid ground I called my sisters.

“Hiii!” I exclaimed. “Where are you, are you okay?”

“Yes we’re fine, and where at grandma’s house like you told us to go to where else would we be,” I could almost hear the eye roll in Liyah’s voice.

“Okay little Miss attitude stay there until I can feel everything out with dad,”

“Alright,”

“Okay I love you guys,” I said, getting a small “love you too” from Sapphire.

“I know,” was the response I got from Liyah. I almost gasped the audacity of this child.

“Say it back,”

“Say it back,” She mocked, evoking laughter from both sides of the call.

“Okay love you too byeeee,” She said hanging up.

I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

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The Chase.

Part 8.

Today was Aaliyah's sixth birthday, how she was already six you didn't know. But here you were celebrating your amazing little girl. Roman was finishing hanging the higher decorations that you couldn't reach.

You and Roman both have a big family so you loved having parties,cookouts or just everyone over as much as possible. You were standing in the kitchen watching both Aaliyah's grandpas playing with her in the yard. She called your father "Poppy" and called Roman's father Sika "Papa" as did Briana.

"Can you believe she is six already?" Roman asked, kissing your cheek.

"Absolutely not, feels like we just brought her into this world yesterday" you smile wiping a tear before facing your husband.

"Baby, don't cry. It's a happy day, a day to celebrate the little life we created" he smiles pulling you into his chest.

"I know, they're just getting so big and they don't need me anymore" you sob

"Hey, Look at me." He says lifting your chin." I need you. I always will."

*November 2016*

Roman was away in Europe Even though you were back wrestling you couldn't dare stand to be away from your daughters for three whole weeks.So you stayed behind. You missed him terribly. Of course you both called each other and video chatted but you just wanted to be with your husband. Your sister had agreed to babysit the girls so you could fly out and surprise Roman. You arrive at the hotel using a fake name. As you approach your room You see Nikki running towards you.

"Y/n?, Are you okay? What's going on?" She asks hugging you

"I'm fine, nothing much just came to surprise the hubby" you smile

"What? Roman left. Something about a family emergency. He left first thing this morning" she says.

"What?, No that can't be, he never even called me" you say.

You take out your phone calling Roman immediately.

"Hey, Beautiful what's up? How's my babies?" He asks he voice rather low

"Good. We're all good. Where are you?" You ask

"Umm...me I'm in London tonight. About to do Raw..got a match against Kevin tonight" he says

"Really?How's London?" You ask

"Great, fans here really seem to be behind me, last night we even had a little "y/n" chant going on" he laughs

"Really?, So crazy cause I'm here in London and my husband is nowhere to be found!, Roman what the hell is going on" you say fed up with his lies

"Y/n, baby why are you in London?" He asks

"I came to visit my husband, I have been missing but to my surprise he isn't here" you snap " where the hell are you?"

"Okay baby, please listen to me and don't freak out and remember I love you"he said "Ro, you're scaring me. What's going on?" You ask nervously

"I left because Galina is having the babies" he says

"You left because your ex wife is having her twins? Are you fucking joking?" You yell

"They're mine," he whispered.

*April 2017*

It had been one hell of a year for you emotionally and mentally but you managed to make it through. You had just thrown Briana the best first birthday last week. You decided it was best for Briana and also Aaliyah if you invited Roman. You both tried to stay civil during the separation you shared Christmas with them. Both of you going to his mother's for gifts and dinner. You both had received the divorce papers but neither of you had signed them yet... honestly you didn't even open yours yet. Being separated was harder this time around then the last with you and Roman for one you worked together again and not wanting anyone knowing your personal business you still played a happy couple on script and two still loved him despite everything. Roman was in a feud with the Undertaker and was going to fight him at Wrestlemania. At first Roman was supposed to lose to the Undertaker but after saying he wanted to pass the yard down to Roman, Wwe and Marc decided it was best to have Roman win. Roman had mixed feelings about it as much as he was honored to be able to beat the Undertaker at Wrestlemania he was also upset to beat one of his all time favorites. The match was incredible very back and forth, and when it was finally over Roman was on an emotional rollercoaster.

"Congratulations" you say when he arrives backstage.

"Thank you..I don't even know how to feel right now" he says

"Ro he chose you, he wanted you to own the yard. He respects you enough to hand it over to you, you deserve this" you smile

"Y/n? You ready to go?'' Renee asks.

"Yeah..I'll be right there" you smile

So..I'll see you when I pick up the girls Tuesday then" he says

"Umm.. actually no my mom will have them I'm gonna go on a little girls trip with Lana and the girls" you say grabbing byou bags

"Oh I was hoping we could maybe talk.. but have a good time.. you definitely deserve a break" he smiles

"Thank you….we could talk once I get back if you want, but again congratulations" you wave.

*September 2017*

Roman Reigns vs. John Cena.

A dream match some would say. The promos leading up to the match at No mercy were getting more personal by the week. Everyone in the back knew you had a little fling with John back when you first came to Wwe it wasn't a secret. But when John used it in a promo against Roman that's when the feud became way too personal.

"You're nothing but a cheap imitation of me Roman,I mean you even married my old booty call" he says getting ready to exit the ring

"Nah, bring your bitch ass back here, I'm gonna say this one time John so listen closely, say what you want about me but the next time you disrespect my wife I'm gonna kick your teeth down your throat" Roman says pushing past John. The next week on Raw was the lineup Roman and John were to cut another promo leading up to the match. But seeing how serious and defensive Roman got over John making comments about you kinda got you hot. And the fact that he was still mad about a week later telling Triple H in the back that next John mentioned you he was gonna go off script and fuck him up turned you on even more. It was 5 mins before Roman was due in the ring he was wearing a new shirt he had put out and it was hugging him tight..he had a slight belly and fuck was it sexy seeing him getting thick. You watched him biting your lip, you wanted him right this second 10 months without sex was driving you mad.

"Shirts getting a little snug there huh?" You ask

" Yeah, got a little gut coming on, thanks for pointing it out" he laughs

" Doesn't look bad, thickness is hot" you shrug

A knock let's you know it's time to go to the ring. The promo is good. John tried to one up Roman but Roman's comebacks were getting better by the week.

" For god sake Roman you come down here with your zipper down" John says

"I busted it actually...Big Dog." Roman laughs looking towards you winking

That was all it took, as soon you both entered his locker room,you were jumping his bones

" Roman" you say as he shuts the door

"Yeah?" He looks back

"Do me a favor?" You ask locking the door walking towards him

"Name it" he says

"Fuck me" you say attaching your lips to his

His lips felt amazing on yours, one thing about you and Roman it never mattered how long you've been apart. The spark between the two of you was always there and would always be there. One thing you knew for sure he was the love of your life,you just had to figure out the rest.

#roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns smut #the chase

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queenmendes · 4 years

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your alpha | raul mendes au

a/n: okay so I wrote this because @heart-struck made an amazing visual about the triplet!mendes being werewolf’s and it took over my thoughts. I think I’m going to do a little series, just random things for each boy as a wolves if y’all would want that? Please let me know!! Xx

Warning: bad, unedited writing! I wrote this super quick so beware.

You paced back and forth in the living room of the pack house; everyone that was capable, went off to deal with the threat. Raul was right at the front and center of it all.

That’s the one downside of being the Alpha’s mate. You can never ask him to stay behind; safe with you. Even if he wasn’t the alpha, Raul isn’t one to sit back and wait. He takes action.

For the past three months, rogues have be circling the packs territory more frequently. At first, no one thought anything of it because it was normal for rogues to wonder. It wasn’t until you went for a run; alone. They had never made a move to step on the territory or attack any other pack members. Until, they saw the Luna.

It was instantly pieced together that they were waiting for the perfect moment to attack you; they had a motive. Raul didn’t care what the motive was; he was livid that anyone even dare to threaten his pack; he blackout from rage when he saw you laying on the ground, surrounded by rogues, barely moving.

Now, 2 months later, he found out that those five rogues were part of a pack of rogues. The leader of the rogues wants revenge on Raul for killing his brother. Which lead you to here; pacing constantly.

“Honey. You need to relax.” Karen softly spoke; handing you a cup of tea. You could tell she was worried about her boys and pack. Despite not being the current Luna, you knew she never truly loses her title and it shows at the emotion behind her eyes. It reflected your own. Worry, fear, anxiety, anger, and love for every single pack member.

“I know.” You quietly mumble, before sitting down at the bar next to Aaliyah. You subconsciously rub your stomach; Karen immediately connecting the dots.

“Honey...” She glanced around the hand on your stomach, causing Aaliyah to avert her eyes there as well. “How long have you know?” She smiles, tears brimming her eyes.

“Almost a month; the day I was attacked.” Aaliyah immediately look scared and concern; Karen mirroring those emotions. “No, the pups fine! We just didn’t want to add anymore still to the pack. They’ve been so worried about me, I didn’t want to overload them.” You explain.

You remember that day. The panic you felt as five rouges surrounded you. How they dragged you all over the first floor. You could still feel their teeth sink into your flesh; they had very intention of killing you slowly and painfully but thank goddess for the mate bond. Raul immediately felt your distress, along with the rest of the pack. Everyone came to your aid that day and since then, worked their asses off to train extra and keep safe.

It was one of the scariest days of your life. But one of the happiest day as well. Raul instantly took you to the pack doctor while Shawn and Peter dealt with the rogues.

That was the day you also discovered you where pregnant with your first pup. You can still remember the warm feeling the spread throughout your body, despite everything happening an hour earlier, and the love radiating off of Raul.

“This is so exciting!” Aaliyah squealed, tackling you into a hug: Karen joining. The three of you stayed like that for a while; finding comfort in each other as you waited. Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long.

A long, single bowl was heard from outside, followed by a series others. You instantly recognized his. It was the loudest and fiercest. Having no patience, you make your to the back door that lead into the woods, grabbing the spare close you gathered for him; your eyes immediately finding his wolf.

He was hard to miss; his large wolf was pitch black with one pericing blue eye and the other replicating his own light hazel. He stood much taller than most of the wolves, due to his alpha genes and title.

“Raul.” You rush over to him, hugging his large, furry frame; not waiting for him to shift. His head nuzzled into your shoulder, reminiscing in your touch. He gently nudged your stomach; feeling his pup safe and sound. ”Shift please.” You said, laying the pair of shorts on the ground. The quick and quiet sound of his bones shifting back into place didn’t phase you.

“Hey doll.” He whispered, hugging you close to him. Your head laying on his strong chest, listening to his calming heartbeat.

“Is everyone okay? No one is hurt right?” He smiled down at his Luna. She never stopped worrying about the pack.

“Everyone is perfectly fine. Those rogues never stood a chance.” Raul boasted, his smirk wide as he thought of the damage he did; his good it felt for his pack to revenge what they did to their Luna; to his mate. “How’s my pup?” He asked, already knowing the answer but ever since finding out about the little pup, he never wanted to stop talking about them.

“Perfect. Especially since you safe and sound.” You said, leaning up to kiss him. The passion behind the kiss took your breath away. Raul never failed to make your breathless; he took pride in it. His kisses were always raging with passion but so gentle and sweet.

“I love you. ” Raul whispered. He still had to keep up his big, bad alpha reputation. Although, the whole pack knows his the biggest soft for his luna.

“Hey everyone!” Raul’s voice boomed throughout the large yard filled with the entire pack. Everyone instantly quiets down and their attention focused on their alpha and luna. “We’re having a pup!” Raul announced. The whole pack cheers; excitement for the new addition radiating off everyone. You laughed as Shawn and Peter instantly jump their brother; hugging him tightly and slapping his back repeatedly.

Raul pushes them off, but the smile on his face never fades. It was the brightest you’ve ever seen and you have one to match.

“I love you too.” You say as he wraps his arm around your waist; his large hand resting on your stomach protectively. You relaxed into him; knowing nothing will go wrong now.

Especially in the arms of your alpha.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #raul mendes #raul mendes imagine #triplet!mendes #mendes triplets #werewolf!shawn

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theyungrose · 4 years

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Be Good ( Roman Reigns X OC)

Chapter 3

Spite.

I had reverted to tearing our pictures down from the walls, my sanity reduced to screams in the dead of night. I cursed his name to the heavens and back, wished the worst of events, and yet I still didn’t feel any better.

I was broken.

Never in my life had I felt such pain, 24 hours in a day. I woke up in the morning and felt nothing in my soul, no happiness, no purpose, no love. I moved through the day lifelessly; of course he hadn’t thought anything of telling our close friends and his family that we were breaking our engagement, leaving me to answer all the questions they only ever save for the girlfriend.

Yes, I was okay.

(No I wasn’t.)

It was mutual, we just kinda fell apart I guess.

(Really?)

And then they say “Well I bet he misses you just as much as you miss him right now.”

I sincerely doubt that.

Anger. Rage.

Questions.

How could he do this to me?

To us?

What, you court me for nearly a year and a half; not counting the two years we were friends. I met your mother, your father who never meets “any of the girls you bring around”; his words not mine. We traveled everywhere together, we bought each other things we hadn’t even bought for ourselves first. When my brother died, when you got sick, when there was no one else in the world for us to count on, you told me we had each other. Always. For what? For you to wake up one day, turn on your side and decide you don’t want to be with me anymore? That it just wasn’t going to work?

For a month your child lived inside my stomach.

Does that not matter to you?

Emptiness.

What was I to do with my life now? The past two years were the best of my life, and now I was expected just move along as if they never existed. As if we never existed.

That’s enough to drive any woman mad.

I had to get away.

The cold Denver air greeted me warmly as I stepped through the sliding doors of the airport into its little snow flurries. It was nostalgic for a second, until a loud car horn ripped me from my thoughts. Stepping out from her gray minivan was my childhood friend, Lauren. You could tell she didn’t like the cold from the way she kept the driver’s door open and stayed close to it, clutching her hoodie tight around her arms.

Oh yeah and she said this.

“Girl get in this car I’m losing heat ‘cuz of you!”

I snickered rushing over to her ride with my suitcases rolling loudly behind me.

“Daydreaming and shit.... aye aye aye what’s all this?”

Lauren motioned to my stuff with a certain... well stank, look on her face.

“I ain’t say you could stay with me.”

I was getting too cold to respond to her, and being that I was putting the bags in the trunk by myself, I chose to ignore her for the time being.

“Relax creature I bought myself a hotel for the night, that’s where you’re driving me first before you drag me to that barn you live in.”

Lauren scoffed and slammed the trunk closed, nearly cutting off my fingers in the process.

“Whatever hoe, I ain’t miss ya ass anyways.”

The ride through the city was much calmer; we talked as actual friends do about her life down here, old memories, bullies who got fat, shy girls who have babies, and all the other drama I’d missed out on. Thankfully, she didn’t seem too interested of why I had suddenly left my dream and sunny Florida weather to come back to Denver, but I had a feeling somehow she already knew.

“Aaliyah... you sure this is your hotel girl?”

“What you mean?”

“It’s $50 valet parking child! The Marriott don’t got them prices.”

I laughed motioning for her to pull into the grandeur driveway where a valet man was waiting.

“Do you need help bringing your stuff in?”

“No I think I’m fine it’s only two suitcases.”

The valet went to speak but Lauren poked my arm roughly to get my attention first.

“Girl for $50 you better tell that man to bring in your bags on his head.”

“Lauren stop being extra. I don’t need him to help me, just bring the car around to the street so you don’t have to pay the $55 sitting fee.”

*******

Lauren’s family greeted me with hugs, hospitality, and a beautifully home-cooked dinner; and when everyone went up to their rooms to sleep, Lauren blessed me with a much needed guilty indulgence.

If you never forget how to ride a bicycle, then you never forget how to smoke weed either.

“Are you freezing yet?”

I watched her through the large puff of smoke I exhaled, giggling to herself near the corner. I snickered too and shook my head, motioning for her to take the blunt from me. Our hands sparked electricity when they touched and we both laughed so loud someone upstairs turned on their light.

“Oh, my mom and my sister said you’re really pretty.”

My cheeks were flushed red as I leaned my head back against the fence. The weed had me lost in the galaxy of stars above me, so far yet they seemed so close. It felt like my eyes were stars themselves.

“Awwe, tell her I said thank you... and thank your whole family for being so nice to me. Oh and tell them they cooking is the bomb...”

Lauren was almost red herself with laughter as she passed the blunt back to me. It was so nice to know that she had a pretty smile, I never saw her smile once when we were kids. Always... serious.

“You know... I wasn’t going to say anything but... I really expected you to ask bro.”

Lauren looked up from her phone completely clueless. A face of total innocence and hopeless oblivion.

“Ask you what?”

“About why I came to visit you... you know all of a sudden? I was with my fiancee and we broke off our engagement last week and I thought you would ask me about it.. but I guess you didn’t know.”

“No I knew.”

I scoffed shaking my head as I crushed the dead paper into the grass.

“And you didn’t ask?”

Lauren shook her head as she stood up and walked towards the cooler sitting a few feet away from us.

“It’s not my business to ask. I knew about your break up with Roman Reigns, I watch y’all wrestle together on Monday Night Raw; that’s the only reason my mom let a stranger come up in here because I told her you were famous.”

She sat down beside me on the grass and placed a water bottle between my feet.

“But despite all that, what happened between you and your man is none of my business to ask. For all I care you came up here because you suddenly missed my face.”

I looked at her completely shocked. Dumbfounded. Amazed at this woman that was so conscious and compassionate of someone else’s struggles and privacy, it was so well-mannered it almost felt misplaced. So foregone from the values of this current society.

“Well do you want to know? Like what happened? For the first time I actually don’t mind telling it.”

“I only want to hear what matters.”

“Okay and which one is that, if I’m okay or if he took all his money with him?”

“Nope. What I want to know, is what are you going to do now?”

For a moment I kept my eyes trained on her shoulder; not thinking, just frozen in existence. Tears fell from my eyes unintentionally, but still I couldn’t speak.

To answer that question would force me to swallow the harsh truth that this was reality; one I still hadn’t come to terms with.

“You don’t know do you?”

Without answering I just shook my head, and as her arms began to spread I fell weightlessly into her chest. A fit of emotion overtook me as I sobbed and trembled in her embrace, pain pierced my heart like needles yet somehow I felt comforted. It was the first time I hadn’t cried by myself in weeks.

“It’s okay Aaliyah... it’s okay. I’m here for you love.”

“He just left me.... left me like I was nothing. I feel so ugly. I feel worthless, like trash. I just want to know what I did wrong Lauren... what did I do that was so wrong, so terrible that one day he woke up and didn’t want me anymore? Where did all that love go? When did he stop loving me? Why did he stop loving me?”

Lauren’s arms held me a little tighter, and slowly she began to rock back and forth, like a mother would soothe the cries of her baby.

“...What’s wrong with me?”

I felt warm supple skin touch my forehead and rest there for a while before they were replaced with her cheek. Never did I feel so comforted in the arms of another woman, she was so warm and soft.

“There’s nothing wrong with you friend. People fall apart sometimes is the reality of it really... we never know the reason for half the things people do. I can’t imagine the pain you’re in, but Aaliyah I promise this won’t beat you. You’re stronger than this. This is just another storm.”

I sighed, hiding my face further into her chest.

“Can I stay here the-”

“You can stay here for as long as you need to sweet pea. You’ll have a home here until your wings are no longer broken... and you’re ready to fly.”

Through my tears I found a small smile, finally returning her embrace as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Again she kissed the top of my forehead gently and sighed.

“Now let’s roll up another one.”

Lauren Riley

#joe anoa'i #joeanoa'ifanfiction #romanreigns #roman reigns fanfiction #romanreignsfanfic #wwe #wwenews #joeanoa'i x OC romanreigns x OC

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idreamofhazeleyes · 4 years

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TiB Drabble -- The End

Words: 953

Tags: @squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @mrswhozeewhatsis @idreamofplaid @squirrelnotsam @percussiongirl2017 @winchestergirl-13

Notes: Something that could lead into “Wayward Children”.

“Or I can do this.” Chuck snapped his fingers.

Aaliyah screamed in pain as she doubled over and fell to her knees. She could hear Dean yell at Chuck to undo what he just did.

“You know I can’t, Dean,” Chuck replied, his calm voice irritating to Aaliyah. “She needs to suffer her punishment.”

“You don’t…” Aaliyah grimaced through the pain, arms wrapped around her body. “Get to decide who lives and dies just because they pissed you off.” She felt Raziel settle in to try and replace the grace Chuck just took.

“Give her grace back, brother,” Amara’s voice called out.

“Amara. How nice of you to join us.” Chuck turned to look at her.

Aaliyah felt someone adjust her, holding her close. She looked up to Dean, a look of pure hatred on his face. She refused to let her fear of dying show on hers. Already she could feel her body shutting down despite Raziel being there trying to stop it. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and her body moved in reflex. Then her mind saw Amara before her.

“I am sorry for what my brother did to you,” she said, low enough for Aaliyah to hear. “Let me give back what he took.”

Aaliyah rolled in on herself, tightened her abdomen as the empty space that once held the grace filled up. She tilted her head in question; a head shake in response. Not more grace; the damage repaired. She took a deep breath, feeling like there was less of her. After three years of having grace in her and getting used to its presence, all the power she’s used. It was a big step down. Aaliyah took a breath and moved to stand, for once not pushing Dean away as he helped.

“Thank you,” Aaliyah whispered.

“A word of advice, allow your angel friend to have full control for this battle. The two of you have an agreement, yes?”

Aaliyah nodded. She took a breath and let Raziel to take control. As the archangel came forth, Aaliyah could feel the full force and power fill her body. She always had the want to ask Cas if Jimmy would have felt what she was feeling. Or if it mattered on the fact she and Raziel had the agreement to share the body instead of Raziel full on possessing her. Voices sounded distant before Aaliyah’s breath caught in her throat as her body was thrown away.

“Are you sure about this?” Raziel questioned. “We may not be able to do this.”

“Just long enough for Jack to arrive.”

The angel picked up the body and Aaliyah felt the power build. It was the first time since she said yes that she was afraid that she was going to die and not come back. The power was released then Aaliyah couldn’t keep track of what was happening beyond being flung around. Raziel was slow this time picking them up.

“You okay, Razzy?” Aaliyah questioned, concern flooding from her.

“Yeah. Just … took a hit from Chuck. Sure, wish he hadn’t taken your grace away.”

“Yeah. Me too. Now, go kick his ass.”

Aaliyah felt the power fill her body again as Raziel called all that they could. She was in full hunter mode, and that won’t stop until the monster was dead. A flash of power outside her body washed over. Jack was there. If he was there, so was Billy.

“Stand down, Raziel,” Billy’s voice reached Aaliyah. “This is Jack’s fight.”

Raziel backed away, allowing Aaliyah to regain control, but remained close enough just in the off chance they were needed again. Aaliyah flinched when a hand found hers and squeezed. It was the one thing she would allow from Dean. They watched Jack and Chuck square off, trading blows until Chuck was down and ready for the final blow.

Aaliyah watched Jack stalk toward the man, the predatory energy of going in for the kill washed over her body. She pulled away from Dean even as he protested her actions. “Jack, wait.”

“He hurt my family,” he answered, not looking away from Chuck. “He can’t get away with that.”

“He won’t. Jack, he’s beaten and broken.” She stepped around to look a Jack, matching his gaze. “Chuck can’t hurt us anymore.”

“She’s right,” Billy said. “He is done.”

Aaliyah moved around to stand behind Jack as he moved in toward the panicky cosmic being and ended him. Billy nodded to her before disappearing; quite possibly reaping Chuck. Jack turned back to Aaliyah.

“I … I have to go,” he said. “I have a job to do in heaven.”

“Come back and visit.” Aaliyah felt a hand on a shoulder before seeing Cas step into her vision. “The both of you.” An arm wrapped her waist and a hand took her other hand. “We’ll be fine.”

***

Aaliyah chased after two toddling children, laughing all the way. The children yelled in excitement as Dean walked through the front door, dropping his work bag to pick them up. Aaliyah chuckled as he kissed them both before giving her a peck on the check.

“Sigils are looking a bit weathered,” he mentioned. “I’ll do it after I settle.”

“No, I got it. And I’ve been thinking of touching my tattoo up soon.”

“Now, that…” another peck. “I support. Providing your guest doesn’t heal it like how Jack did.”

Aaliyah chuckled. “Raz knows better than that. Dinner’s on the stove if you can get these two to sit long enough.” She started for the door to handle the sigils. The archangel started buzzing in her head; a warning buzzing. Something bad is about to happen, or will happen.

#supernatural drabbles fanfiction Jack Dean Winchester OFC Billy Amara

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eternalstann · 5 years

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Tongue Twister (Part 2)

Y’all asked for it 😘

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.4k

You don’t need to read it but here’s Part 1:

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You waited a few minutes before walking back into your bedroom. Peter was gone so you assumed he must've went into the living room with MJ and Ned. You poked your head out of your bedroom door to greet your friends. "Hey guys! I'm sorry I totally forgot we were hanging today, let me just throw something on I'll be right out!" You shouted. You heard them yelling hellos back at you. Rummaging through your dresser you can’t help but think about what had happened between you and Peter only 20 minutes ago.

You knew he'd be good but that was incredible. You pressed your thighs together at the thought of him. What would happen between the two of you now? He was your best friend. You sighed pushing your worries aside. You grabbed a pair of biker shorts and a T-shirt . You slid your feet into your slippers and headed out to your company.

"Y/N I saved you a slice of pizza" Ned smiled at you. "One slice?! Wow thanks guys" you responded sarcastically. "I told Peter to slow down" MJ shook her head. You suddenly became painfully aware of their history. MJ and Peter had sort of dated back in high school before deciding they were better off as friends. Jealousy flooded your body. Had they ever had sex? What if Peter still had feelings for her? Or her for him? You pinched yourself to focus. What was wrong with you? You ate your pizza curled up into the couch, trying your best to interact with your friends but every time MJ made Peter laugh or vice versa you felt something pulling in your chest.

After about an hour you couldn't take it anymore. "Hey you guys, I'm really not feeling well. I'm gonna take a bath and go to bed. Stay as late as you want - love you guys" you rushed to your room. You didn’t mean to but you winced when your door slammed. You grabbed a towel and began running your bath. You sat on the edge of the tub waiting for it to fill. You felt like every basic girl from every young adult movie ever. Growing feelings for your best friend and then dramatically pondering what could happen whilst staring out a window or into some body of water.

Once the tub had filled you eased in, the hot water taking away some of angst that had built up inside of you. You leaned your head back onto the cool tile and let your eyes shut. You had almost drifted to sleep when you heard your bathroom door open and close. “Peter, what are you doing? You can’t be in here they know I’m taking a bath!” You whispered. “They left, and I just wanted to check on you” his voice was so sincere you could’ve melted. “I’m fine...I was just, actually I don’t know.” You sighed rubbing the back of your neck. “I thought we were having so much fun earlier, what’s wrong?” He looked like you’d kicked his puppy. “We were having fun, but I’ve been thinking that maybe I don’t want this to just be fun” you spoke and it was like a weight lifted off your shoulders. Peter smiled and began undressing.

“Not that I mind, but what are you doing?” You asked staring up at him. He didn’t say anything, he just slid into the tub behind you. The water spilled over the sides a little at the force of another body joining you. “I want more then just fun out of this too” Peter finally responded, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned back against his hard chest, tilting your head up so you could see him. He leaned down and kissed you, this time slow and passionate. You could feel his dick hardening against the small of your back so you took it upon your self to turn around, once again finding yourself in his lap. You both just looked at each other. The only sound in the room was that of the water lapping against the sides of the tub. “I wanted to fuck the shit out of you earlier but damn now I kind of wanna make love to you” Peter laughed.

“I’m fine with either” you answer, leaning in to kiss him. Peters hands rested on either side of your face while yours were fumbling through the water to find his length. As soon as you did you lifted up and lowered yourself down. “Oh fuck Peter” you moaned. You felt so full you thought you would burst. “Shit Y/N, oh shit” Peters hands dropped to your waist as he gasped at the feel of your pussy squeezing his dick. You didn’t even wait to give yourself time to adjust before you began to move. You rolled your hips slowly at first, taking in the feeling of him inside of you. He was so deep like this, and he was so close and he smelled so good. Everything about the moment was infatuating. You started to lose yourself, feeling the pleasant burn begin to build in your core. You brace yourself on his shoulders as you start to full on bounce. “Baby slow down I’m gonna fucking come” Peter groaned, gripping you so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Water splashed on the floor each time you came down on him.

“Cum for me Peter! Cum in the pussy, it’s yours baby” you purr staring into his eyes and that was it for him. He pulled you down onto him as hard as he could before cumming inside of you. The sight of him pushed you to your peak as you came around his dick. “Fuck Y/N” He muttered running a hand through his hair. You smiled and stood up from the tub on shaky legs. You looked at Peter through the mirror and he grinned at you before standing up as well. You turned around to face him but he placed a hand on the back of your neck and forced you to keep looking forward.

“No baby, watch the mirror” you obeyed his words and watched as he bent you over the bathroom sink. Your pussy quivered at the thought of him taking you again. Peter rubbed your ass before giving it a hard smack. “You think I don’t know why you left? You didn’t like seeing me with MJ” he murmured and you groaned in remembrance. “Well how do you think I feel knowing you let another man taste this pretty pussy”. Another smack to your ass. “This is mine. You are mine” he almost growled, dropping to his knees and spreading your ass apart. You gasped and your head fell forward at the feeling of his tongue in your ass. “I’m gonna fuck this ass soon” he whispered before delving back in. You thought your legs would give out when he slid a finger into your pussy all while still licking your ass. “Shit, shit, shit” you chanted, using all your strength to hold yourself up. He added another finger, pumping them rapidly. He curled them and you let out a squeak when he brushed your g-spot.

Peter delivered another smack to your ass before standing up. You watched through hooded eyes as he lined himself up. “Gonna fuck you now” he whispered, pushing himself into you. “Y/N” your name fell from his lips like it was the sweetest word to ever grace his tongue. You couldn’t even find words as he pulled out before slipping back in. Your eyes squeezed shut and you felt tears welling up from how good you felt. Peters eyes widened when he saw a tear slip from your eye. “Are you crying” he asked gently, stopping his movement. “No baby, I’m crying because you feel so good please keeping moving, please” you begged, pushing your hips back against him.

That was all the encouragement he needed before he began slamming into you. He fucked you viciously. His left hand wrapped your ponytail around his fist, his right on your hip to pull you back onto his dick. Your screams echoed through the small bathroom and Peter sped up even more. You’re body went limp, falling against the sink as you came and he kept fucking into you. Not a single coherent thought could form in your mind. “I’m gonna cum in this tight fucking pussy again” Peter spoke letting out a guttural groan before finding his release inside of you.

You panted, trying to gather yourself. “Peter” you whimpered and he picked you up carrying to the bed. “Thank you, for carrying me...and for fucking me so good” you laugh breathlessly, curling up into his side. “You’re welcome beautiful, want me to order another pizza with my tongue twister?”

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A/N: hello hello happy new year friends!!!!! this shitshow of a story is brought to u by my procrastination and @evansweaters ’s 2k writing challenge. i haven’t written in a loooooong ass time, but i really wanna get back into it so even if it sucks im kinda okay with that. gotta start somewhere!!!! so yeah here we go. hope i do ya proud sami.

prompt: road trip au + shawn mendes (ft. college!shawn and best friend!shawn)

warnings: language, some heavy-handed exposition pls forgive me lol

word count: 1.7k

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Amelina had fully expected the house to be empty when she walked in. Four in the afternoon on a Thursday meant her parents were both still at work, and if she remembered correctly, Luis would still be in his last period history class that he raved about every time he called. All of this in mind, she found it completely fair that she screamed bloody murder when all six feet and two inches of white man greeted her with a tackle from behind and a shout of her name.

“Shawn, you absolute ass, what are you doing?” she questioned with a glare when he laughed with his whole body.

“Waiting for you to get home?” he said as if it should be obvious why he was in her house alone when his own home was right next door. “Rosalia said you were coming home today and that I was welcome to wait on you. So I did. I missed you.”

Amelina finally caught her breath and relaxed into his tackle, letting it become a hug. His grip loosened when he dropped his head beside hers and spoke — a little softer that time with his voice muffled in her shoulder.

“Seven months was too long, Lina.”

She squeezed his arm.

“I know.”

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“Oh my god, and did I even tell you Liyah has a boyfriend now too?”

The incredulous look on Shawn’s face and the way he dramatically dropped the butter knife and bun he had been holding made Lina snort before casting her mother a knowing glance. Lina and Shawn had spent some time at the dining table catching up on their semester apart before her mother arrived shortly after her. After properly welcoming her daughter home, Rosalia asked them to make themselves useful and get started on dinner.

“Does she now?” Lina said, doing her best to seem oblivious as she tossed the veggies in the pan.

“Yeah! I’m gone for half a semester and I come back and she’s all curled up with this Rohail kid on our couch!”

“Rohail? That’s one of Luis’s friends. Nice boy,” Rosalia said.

“I don’t care if he’s a nice boy, she’s fifteen. Why does she even—”

“Lina, have you booked your flight yet?”

Shawn’s tantrum was cut short when Lina’s father called out to her from just outside the kitchen. He had arrived a bit after her mother and made a beeline for his bathroom after giving his daughter a hug. Fully refreshed and having changed out of his work suit and into his favorite cargo shorts, he walked in with his head down, phone in hand.

Lina could feel Shawn’s eyes boring into her back.

“Uh no– no, I haven’t.”

“Your flight?”

The two spoke at the same time, her voice suddenly nervous and his almost concerned. She didn’t take her eyes off of the sautéing onions and peppers.

“Yeah. LAX. I have an interview.”

Her voice stayed steady, but she let herself sneak a peek over her shoulder. Confusion was clear on Shawn’s face, but the slight tilt to his lip suggested hurt.

“Interview?” was all he managed to stutter out.

“My little Lina is in the final round of interviews for a very prestigious internship,” her father announced, pocketing his phone and crossing the kitchen to kiss her head with a massive grin. He really couldn’t be prouder, but in that moment, Lina found herself almost wishing he cared just a little less. Or at least was quieter about it.

“Oh shit,” Shawn said, his voice much softer than it was mere minutes before when he was talking about his sister. “Congrats, Lina. That’s real big.”

“Thanks,” she said quietly.

Sensing the tension, her mother cleared her throat and gestured to the window that faced the street.

“Looks like your parents are back, mijo. Amelina, why don’t you go say hello and invite them over? You dad can finish up here.”

Rosalia took the spatula and pan from her daughter and shoved them towards her confused husband. Lina nodded, thankful for her mother. She kissed her father’s cheek as a quick way of saying don’t worry, you’re only kind of in trouble before she gestured to the door at Shawn.

“So LA, huh?”

He fought to keep his voice even, walking casually with his hands in his pockets and kicking at rocks as they crossed the street to his house.

“Yeah. Yeah, LA.”

“So would you like… leave UC?”

“Nah, it’s just a one-semester co-op kinda thing. I’d be in LA for the spring taking online classes and working full time, then I go back next fall.”

“Oh okay.”

“Lina!”

Before the front door of the Mendes house was full open, Aaliyah barreled towards Lina.

“I missed you. Don’t leave me again for that long, damn.”

“Missed you too, hun,” Lina responded, finally letting go of Shawn’s little sister. “How is my favorite girl doing? How’d your one-month go?”

“It was so cute, Lina, oh my god. We went to the drive-in and—”

“You what?!” Shawn broke his silence, quickly moving from where he had been watching from the door. The smile he wore watching the reunion fell immediately and was replaced with a scowl. “And you!” he whipped his head towards his best friend. “You knew!”

Lina shrugged. Shawn huffed.

“No respect in this damn house.”

He brushed past his mom, quickly kissing her head before stalking off to the bathroom. Karen threw Aaliyah an inquisitive look as she entered the living room before rolling her eyes at her son’s dramatics. Finally, she made it to Amelina and enveloped her in a hug.

“Welcome home, love.”

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Evening found the Mendes clan spread out through the Moreno’s living room in a post-dinner laze. Lina’s parents were in deep conversation with Manny while Karen, Lina, and Shawn grilled Aaliyah about her new relationship, but Lina’s attention was admittedly elsewhere. From where she was sitting, her entire left side pressed against Shawn’s right, she could feel his other leg shaking and his fingers picking at a thread in her jeans – an old habit of his that she had grown used to when they were younger but which felt oddly foreign after months apart. Like hers, his attention seemed split as he was only barely participating in the conversation he was so passionate about just hours earlier. While Aaliyah gave a dramatic retelling of her adorably disastrous first date, Lina turned to Shawn.

“You okay?”

As if the string suddenly stung, his movements froze, and he jerked his hand away. He mashed his lips the way he did when he was deciding whether or not to tell the truth.

“Can we— can we go outside for a bit?”

Lina nodded with some concerned hesitation, following as he stood and pulled her with him. No one seemed to notice or care as they made their way out onto the patio swing where he pulled them both down with a huff. They sat quietly, pushing off against the fire pit in front of them to make the seat swing. Amidst the silence, it was like the words had been punched out of him when Shawn finally spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me about LA?”

“It’s not a sure thing yet,” Lina mumbled. “I didn’t want to cause a fuss.”

“That’s the shit we’re supposed to talk about though! The not-sure-yet things. The ‘maybe’s and the ‘hopefully’s and the ‘I don’t know’s. I mean, fuck, since when do you avoid causing a fuss with me? Since when am I the last to find out?”

Shawn had sprung out of his seat and was pacing in front of her. Everything he hadn’t said since they were in the kitchen together that afternoon came pouring out between short huffing breaths, and Lina didn’t know what to do except sit still and quiet and listen as her best friend told her everything she already knew.

“I had to find out about Andy through my mom. I had no idea you broke up with her until two weeks later, and by then, I felt like an idiot even asking about it.”

“Shawn, I’m sorry.”

“And we said we’d never go longer than three months. We just doubled that and—”

“I know, and I’m really sorry that I couldn’t—”

“I don’t want you to apologize, Lina, goddammit. I get it. Life happens. I just…” His voice caught in his throat. With a sigh, he fell back into the seat beside her with his eyes closed. His voice was softer when he spoke again.

“I feel like I’m losing my best friend.”

As much as she wanted to reassure him, to flick him on the forehead and ask are you stupid?! she knew he was right. She had felt it too, and she didn’t have the will to lie to him and say that she didn’t.

“It’s not…” she paused, gathering her thoughts. “You aren’t losing me. We’ve just drifted, I guess.”

“That’s almost worse. That’s what adults say.”

“I guess that makes us adults now.”

“I don’t wanna drift, though, Lina,” Shawn admitted in a small voice as her reached for her hand. She let him have it on instinct, and he relaxed just a bit.

A moment of thought spent tracing her thumb over his swallow tattoo bred an idea, and the grin that overtook her face had Shawn confused and a little scared.

“Then we won’t.”

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“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just fly, mija?”

“I’m sure. This will be so much better,” Lina told her dad, beaming as she pulled on the straps of her backpack.

“Ready?” Shawn called out to her as he approached from across the street with his own backpack slung over one shoulder.

Between them was the large white van that would be their home for the next several days. Packed with luggage and pillows and blankets to last them until California and painted with phrases like “ROUTE 66 BABY!” and “SUMMER BREAK 2K19” courtesy of Aaliyah and Luis, it was truly an eyesore. And Lina absolutely loved the sight of it.

“Ready!”

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A/N: i don’t have an update schedule for this, but i hope to stay somewhat regular. feel free to yell at me if i don’t. i also don’t have a taglist yet but if yall would be interested in that just shoot me an ask! hope you liked it and happy new year!

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