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mountainsandmayhem · 1 month

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Congrats again!!! You deserve all the love 🥰

📝You know I’m already gonna ask for a Drabble about my man Joel 😂 I am thinking in the middle of outbreak and they get a moment alone in an abandoned building and he has some fun with reader 😈 I want that filthy mouth of his 🤭

A Lesson in Listening

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Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joel stumbles into your hideout and proceeds to change your whole life during the outbreak.

“I told you to stay fucking behind me,” Joel growls, shoving you into an abandoned Target. You’d been camped out here for a few days, before Joel “sex on legs” Miller wandered in.

“Sorry. I was trying to help!” And you really were. Raiders are almost worst than infected, and you made a stupid move and almost got caught. But your intentions were to help.

“Need to teach ya to listen, darlin’,” he huffs, looking you over to make sure you aren’t hurt. His concerned slowly melts from his face, replaced with something wicked. Sinister. Eyes glazing as he looks down at you with deep black eyes. His tongue pokes into the side of his cheek as he steps back and crosses his strong arms across his broad chest.

“That what you need? A lesson in listenin’?” His voice is dark and husky, and you feel it in your clit as she vibrates for him. This man, this fucking man, and his almost unfair ability to turn you into a soaking hot mess with just a look.

You wet your lips, watching as his eyes dart to your mouth, and then to the column of your throat as you swallow the dry lump of desire that’s forming. “I promise I’ll listen from now on, Joel. I’m sorry.” It comes out weak and shaky.

“Prove it,” he challenges. “Get on your knees.”

You don’t hesitate. Dropping to the chipped and dirty linoleum floor. It’s cold through your jeans, and it hurts the large bruise that’s forming from the earlier attack. But you push through, Joel has intoxicated you in the last few days. Somehow winding himself so deep into the fabric of your being. Anything for him, you’ll follow him to the ends of the earth just to hear him say your name; never mind all the other dirty shit you have, and will continue to oblige too. Happily. Easily. Gladly.

“Take off your shirt and play with your tits,” he leans against an empty rack that at one point would have been filled with candles or seasonal displays.

As your shirt comes off, the cool air pebbles your nipples, but your hands, and the fire in his gaze, warms you as you knead your breasts.

“Pinch your nipples,” he barks. You rush again, rolling your hard little nipples between your thumb and forefingers. He shakes his head, chuckling throat his nose as you moan. “So you can listen?”

You pinch harder, gasping at the mix of pain and pleasure. “Yes, I’ll listen Joel.”

“Good,” he states as he removes his shirt. You feel the slick between your legs growing as you take in his sculpted body. His chest hair is somehow perfectly sculpted even though it’s the middle of the goddamn apocalypse. The happy trail of hair down the middle of his toned abs makes your mouth water. You know exactly what that trail leads to. His thick, ruthless cock.

“Crawl to me!” His deep command echos through the abandoned store. You waste no time, placing your hands on the floor and crawling over to him. He turns around and walks to the bed, sitting on the edge with his legs spread wide.

“That’s it. All the way to me.” He’s enjoy this way too much. When you reach him, you sit back on your heels and look up at him through your lashes.

“The bed was shakin last night. Wanna tell me what you were doin?”

Blush lights your cheeks and you look down at your hands. “Ummm…I-I was…”

Joel’s strong hand cups your chin gently and tilts your face up to meet his. “Come on. Be a good girl and tell me.”

“I was….touching.” You shouldn’t be embarrassed, you’re an adult woman, but something about admitting to Joel that you needed more last night feels wrong.

“Touching what?” He whispers, one eyebrow raising.

“Myself,” you say nervously.

“You mean you were touching MY pussy,” he says. It’s not a question, he told you last night that she belongs to him now.

“Y-yes. I just…I needed more.”

“I fucked ya stupid yesterday and that slutty little thing needed more?”

You nod sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

“Show me,” he says darkly. The tone of voice causing goosebumps to raise along your exposed skin.

“W-what?”

He pats the bed, “take off your clothes, and show me. Show me how you make yourself come.”

He holds his hand out to you, as you slip your small hand into his large palm he helps you up and guides you to the bed. You lie down, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them and your panties off in one motion. Joel shuffles to sit on the foot on the bed, looking up at you.

“Don’t get shy on me. Show me how you did it last night.” His rough hands reach to push your legs apart, his pupils dilate when he sees your glistening pussy on display.

“What do you do to yourself, baby? Do you gather all that slick and slip your fingers in? Do you just rub your clit? Maybe you do both.” He’s practically salivating as he looks at you.

Your chest rises and falls with shaky breaths. No one has ever watched you touch yourself before. You feel nervous as his honey flecked eyes burn into you.

“Show me!” He says loudly, voice echoing through the large, empty building.

You gasp in fear, hand shooting to your waiting pussy. You start by moving the building arousal from your hole up to your clit, light little strokes, spreading wetness. Once you’re wet enough, you let your eyes slip closed as you use the pad of your middle finger to slowly circle your clit.

“Fuck, darlin’. She’s so wet. Doin’ so good,” he adjust himself so one of your legs is draped across his lap, eyes wholly focused on your center.

Your lips part, a pleasurable sigh passing your lips as you apply more pressure. “Joel,” you moan.

He leans down, bringing his face close to your pussy. “Lookin’ good enough to eat. Add another finger, wanna see you come.”

His warm breath hits your pussy as he speaks, your hips bucking forward as the sensation. You follow Joel’s instructions, adding your pointer finger and swirling figure eights around your swollen bundle of nerves. “Fuuuuck…oh god….Joel, please.”

“Not yet, wanna see you bury those little fingers,” his lips graze your inner thigh, rough facial hair scraping your skin. “Show me.”

You prop yourself up on an elbow for a better reach, his free hand pushing your legs open more. “Start with one, slide it all the way in.”

Your middle finger prods at your tight hole. You whimper as you slide it in. “Is she sore?” Joel asks softly.

“Mm-hmm,” you nod, slipping your finger in and out as he watches.

“Add another finger, slowly. Once she’s open for me I’ll take over. Come on, darlin’.” He kisses along your creamy thighs as your tease yourself with the second finger, pushing them in slowly.

“Hnnnngh, Joel. I need you.” You say in a shaky whine. Your sore pussy stretching in a mix of pleasure and pain. His two fingers are about three of yours, you’re not sure if you’ll be able to take it.

“Doin’ so good. Look so beautiful like this, fuckin’ yourself like I ask. Such a good girl.” He brings his two fingers towards your lips. “Suck, get ‘em nice and wet.”

You lick your lips and then suck his fingers deep into your mouth, fighting against your gag reflex, your two fingers stilling inside of you. “Keep fucking yourself. Don’t stop, sweetheart.”

You moan around his fingers, bobbing your head up and down until your saliva is dripping off of them. “Lay back,” he says, pulling them from your mouth. Your fingers slide out from your pussy, slick coating them as you slide them up to your sensitive clit.

You fall back into the plush pillows, a luxury in this post apocalyptic world. Joel doesn’t take his time, sliding his thick fingers in, stretching into your wet heat. “Keep rubbin’ that little clit,” he whispers, before blowing cool air on your pussy and curling his fingers forward.

And that’s what does it. The pressure behind your clit breaks, waves of pleasure washing over you. You cry out, saying Joel’s name over and over again.

“That’s it. So fuckin good for me. Let go for me,” his lips kiss your thighs, the outer lips of your pussy, above your mound. He’s everywhere and somehow no where all at once, and you never want it to stop. “So beautiful. This pussy. Fuck baby.”

You finally start to come down, and he slips his fingers out, cleaning them off with his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. Your legs shake uncontrollably, his large hands coming to massage where they meet your pelvis.

“Good girl,” he says, placing a light kiss on your clit. “Such a good listener.”

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hiiroamagisbestfriend · 1 year

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Awawawa found another enstars blog uwu Can I ask for Kohaku, Mayoi and Ritsu falling in love at firsf sight???? Thank you so much! ♡♡♡

Love at First Sight

w/ Kohaku Oukawa, Mayoi Ayase, & Ritsu Sakuma x GN! Reader

not proud of this kohaku at all, i fear

Kohaku Oukawa

✩ Kohaku was just going about his day, exploring around ES and meeting new people. His current life was so different to what it was previously, that he was still just beginning to find his bearings around here.

✩ It was all of a sudden that he heard the unmistakable laughter of his unit leader, Rinne Amagi somewhere down the hall. Kohaku pursed his lips at this, not really wanting to run into him lest he be teased and bullied relentlessly.

✩ Kohaku was just about to go literally anywhere else when Rinne suddenly came to view and he seemed to have his arm around someone's shoulder.

✩ Kohaku could tell from a mile away that your expression was that of nervousness, seeing as Rinne was being all touchy feely as he always was. Though in the short time that Kohaku examined your face, he did come to realize you actually looked quite pretty.

✩ Kohaku sighs, before psyching himself up to go and confront his leader. Only because Crazy:B getting into more trouble would be no good for him, and totally not because he felt like he wanted to go and save the pretty stranger specifically.

✩ Kohaku knew what he had to do, just run up to the two of you, scold Rinne even if he wasn't doing anything bad, and take you away.

Kohaku watched as you fiddled with the hem of your top as you and Rinne walked side by side, noting the light twinge of pink covering the tip of your ears. He totally gets that, being beside Rinne is just that embarrassing, isn't it?

Don't worry though, he'll save you soon enough. The shock on both you and Rinne's face when Kohaku popped out of seemingly nowhere was pretty amusing, but now wasn't the time to be laughing.

"Rinne-han.. What d'ya suppose you're doin' now?" Kohaku tried his best to adopt a scolding tone, though he'd never admit it, Rinne was pretty smart and could probably tell he had ulterior motives if he slipped even slightly. "Ya know Crazy:B isn't in a position to be causin' trouble, yeah?"

Kohaku tried to sneak his hand around yours, (to pull you out of Rinne's grasp of course) hoping that the conversation would serve as a slight distraction. Rinne however, only gave him a knowing smirk before pulling you in closer. Kohaku wanted to punch him in the face when he saw your face looked more pink than before.

"Now, now, play nice, Kohaku-chan. (Y/N)-chan over here was just telling me about how much they wanted to be Crazy:B's producer. Weren't ya?" Rinne ruffled your hair a bit, which was obviously quite the affront to Kohaku.

"Sure they were. Look Rinne-han, they're shakin' like a leaf." Kohaku took the chance to grab you, pulling you in to stand behind him. He felt quite proud of himself, maybe you'd think of him as a dashing hero? or a knight in shining armor? Though it's not like he was either.

"(Y/N), right? Let's get outta here before he starts whinin'." Oh yeah, he probably looks so cool right now. Kohaku wouldn't mind if you fell for him at that very moment, actually.

"Pff... Alright! You two go have fun then!" The two of you could hear Rinne's laughter echo along the hallway as he sauntered his way out. It was pretty weird for him to just leave like that, Kohaku thinks, but whatever.

"Sorry about our leader. What was he even botherin' ya for?" Kohaku turned around to look at you, and wow. While he thought you were pretty from a distance, this doesn't even begin compare.

"...We were just talking about me being the producer. F-for your unit's next few projects." Oh. Rinne was being for real. Kohaku suddenly couldn't find it in himself to look you in your beautiful eyes anymore.

"I-is that so...? Then why were ya lookin' so... uneasy?" Kohaku sheepishly asked, realizing he probably messed up big time. When he found the courage to look at you again, he saw that you looked just even more embarrassed than when you were with Rinne.

Yikes... Did he mess up that badly? "Sorry. I musta meddled in something I didn't need to." You shook your head quite violently at that, shocking the pink haired boy.

"Haha... Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous? I wanted to be your producer cause' I'm a big fan of Crazy:B, but uh, you especially, Kohaku..." That last part was kind of quiet, but it was like he heard it at max volume. "I was just a bit at a loss for what to do when you suddenly showed up? Haha?"

Oh goodness, your awkward and shy laughter was like an arrow straight to Kohaku's heart. It was like your pretty levels multiplied by a million in his eyes.

Fate seems to have Kohaku's back this time around, seeing as you had quite the positive feelings towards him. He knew there was a reason why he felt drawn to you, even though this was the first time you two met.

"Oh? Is that so? Then I guess I better live up to those expectations!"

Mayoi Ayase

✩ Mayoi fell for you the first time he saw you, literally. Like he was wandering about in the vents when the part he was on top of suddenly broke off and he found you buried right below him.

✩ He'd quickly scurry off though, as he usually does. But before he did, he caught just a short glimpse of your dazed face and he felt his heart skip a beat.

✩ He'd hide behind a corner as he watches you slowly stand up, supporting yourself on the nearby wall. He felt awful that he just ran away without even so much as apologizing to you, but he can already feel how hot his face is from that short encounter and showing that to you was probably not the best idea.

✩ As Mayoi watched you try to piece together what just happened, he'd find all your little facial expressions and gestures absolutely adorable. How your eyebrows raise as you look at the gap in the vents, your fingers rhythmically tapping against your cheek.

✩ Why, he could watch you like this forever! Surely meeting you like this was just some sort twist of fate. Seeing you just made Mayoi want to protect and spoil you, though he clearly couldn't find the confidence to do either seeing as he totally bodyslammed you just now and ran away.

✩ He'd find it admirable how you seem to just continue about your day after that. Seeing that you're just doing what he assumes is your usual work like nothing happened.

✩ Love at first sight. It might be a bit too soon to call it that, but he wants to believe that it is. You just looked so perfect to him, the kind of person that he'd love to watch over for the rest of his life.

✩ This would continue for quite a while, Mayoi just watching over you in what he hopes is more protective than stalker-esque. Though he wouldn't blame anyone for assuming the latter, he does have that suspicious aura about him doesn't he?

✩ It was in one of his self-loathing episodes that he didn't notice you running across the hall and slamming against him full speed. Mayoi immediately found himself on the floor, looking up at you as papers flied around everywhere.

"Ah! Oh my goodness! Are you okay?!" Oh my, your voice sounds like honey to Mayoi, if this was the last thing he'd ever hear he wouldn't even complain. He could only stare dumbfoundedly at your face, it was certainly way more adorable when up close. "Uh... Hello? Are you alright?"

Mayoi regained his senses when he felt you lightly slapping his cheek, why, to think that you'd care so much for such a creature like him just makes him positively elated. "ohmygodishedead" he'd hear you whisper under your breath before he realized that he should probably answer you now.

"A-ah! Y-yes. I'm f-fine. Tha-thank you!" Mayoi always hated how he'd stutter like this, but when he flubs up this much in front of you of all people, it just feels positively awful! "I'm s-s-sorry you had to bump into so-something like me...!"

Mayoi shimmies his way out, quickly standing up and about to make a run for it before he feels a tight grip on his wrist. Of course he wouldn't be let go that easily. Are you going to go punish him now? Well he deserves it so he doesn't really mind...

But instead of that, the two of you just stare at each other in silence for what seems like a few minutes as your grip on his wrist didn't seem to loosen at the slightest. You really had quite the pretty face, he thinks.

"U-um... Is, is there anything I could do for you...?" Mayoi eventually sputters out, really wishing he could just run away from this whole thing before he embarrasses himself further.

As if you were broken from a trance, you instantly let go of him, though he doesn't take the chance to run like he thought he would. Why didn't he? Well, it was because of the simple fact that there was quite an obvious flush of red on your face.

"Oh, ah, sorry." Your face grew even redder as you averted your eyes and Mayoi did his best to not just have a heart attack out of your cuteness right then and there. "You just, uh, looked really pretty is all."

You let out a small chuckle before covering a part of your face with your hands out of embarrassment. Mayoi felt like his brain and heart was going into overdrive like this. Was he hearing you right? Were you really complimenting a beast from the underworld like him?

Mayoi wondered what he did in his past life to be this fortunate, being complimented by such a pure and adorable angel like you. Wait, does this mean that there's a chance you could like him back? Then maybe you two could become an item!

"Th-thank you. You too..." He was sure that the two of you looked like a pair of tomatoes by now, but for the first time in his life, he kind of didn't mind?

Mayoi then felt your hand grasp his, squeezing it tight. "Ahaha... You think I'm pretty? Thanks!" You beamed at him and Mayoi was almost blinded by the sheer brightness.

✩ After that, he'd help you gather your stuff and send you on your merry way after exchanging contact details on HoldHands.

✩ Then, he suddenly processed everything that just happened in an instant and immediately crawled into a hidden place to scream. He really feels so blessed that he got this chance.

✩ He's going to try his best, so promise to love him lots, okay?

Ritsu Sakuma

✩ Ritsu! The silly ever. The first time he'd see you is when he found you napping in one of his favorite sleeping spots. Normally, he'd be pretty mad, this place was one of his sanctuaries after all, a cool breeze and just the right amount of shade.

✩ But after seeing just how breathtaking you look when doing something as simple as sleeping, he decided that maybe you two were just birds of a feather and let it go. Hell, he understands full well why someone would sleep there, so at least your tastes align.

✩ The problem is, he doesn't want to just leave you be. He knelt down on the ground to observe your more delicate features, the small amount of light piercing through the shade framing you like some sort of ethereal angel.

✩ It didn't help that your neck was in plain view, not obstructed by your clothes or any accessories. Having your weakspot readily available against a vampire was a big no-no.

✩ Though it's not like Ritsu would do anything to you while you were asleep, he is a gentleman after all. Just ignore the fact that he's staring holes into a beautiful stranger who happens to be sleeping.

✩ Seeing such a comfortable face made Ritsu remember his original purpose of going there, he wanted a good nap and he felt like he wouldn't be able to find another place in time.

✩ So, he laid down beside you, close enough to still be relatively near his favorite spot, but far enough that you two wouldn't touch unless you suddenly rolled ov-

✩ Ritsu had to hold in a yelp when he felt your arm suddenly lay on top of his chest. He turned his head to see that you were facing him now, and it seemed you were the type to cuddle anything you got your hands on.

✩ Your eyes were still closed, but he could feel you pulling him in closer ever so slightly. Geez, what a troublesome sleepmate you were. Ritsu doesn't really mind though.

✩ He puts his hands behind his head so that you could have a more comfortable time hugging him, before closing his eyes as he too slowly felt sleep take over him.

✩ Before he fully lost consciousness though, Ritsu couldn't help but smile. You were just his type, and this certainly would be a fun story to tell if you two end up together. Part of him wanted to roll over and cuddle you too, but this is fine for now.

When you awoke, you felt a bit hotter than usual, like as if someone put a heat pack right beside you while you were sleeping. Not too hot though, just like a mild heat that would make anyone drowsy.

It was then that you felt something below your arm, something soft and rhythmically raising and falling, like a person breathing. Your eyes shot open when you realized that was exactly what it was.

You quickly pulled your arm back in, causing a disgruntled sound to come from the person it was laying on. His face scrunching up a bit before he stirs awake as well.

"Hmm?" He sounded out as he rubbed his eyes, letting out a short yawn before turning to look at you. "Ah, you're awake. Good..." He looks up to the sky, seeing that it's already turned a gorgeous hazy orange. "Afternoon."

"I'm so sorry!" You worriedly said, it was bad enough you spent an unknown amount of time hugging him, but to wake him up too?

Ritsu smiles at you, and it's such a soft and warm smile that you feel like it could probably save a life or two. "It's okay. I got to wake up to such a good sight, after all." He said, sitting up and stretching his arms out.

"Still, I'm sorry. Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?" Your earnest eyes fueled the fire of mischief in Ritsu's heart, a slight smirk showing on his face.

"Then how about next time, you let me cuddle you?" A truly amazing strategic move by Ritsu. An implication that he wants the two of you to nap together again, and that he wants to pay back the favor.

Ritsu pat himself on the back for that one, especially when he saw in your pinkish face that you didn't seem to averse to that idea. "Sure..." You trailed off, a hand trying to cover the lower part of your face that was slowly turning brighter.

"Hehe. I'll look forward to it then."

done ^^ i really do get quite a lot of kohaku reqs dont i 🫡

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tsukkismoonlight · 1 year

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For You, Anything || NakedToaster x Reader

Authors note: I meant to put this in when i posted it hut work got in the way smh but !! This was my piece for the Teahouse collab, which you can find the other entries here !

Warnings: general warnings around breakups, thoughts/anxiety related to self image/self worth

Summary: You've sworn off love. After the way your last ex treated you, after all of the heartbreak, and all of the nights you lost to someone who didn't care, you have had enough. Or, that's what the plan had been. You wouldn't have guessed that a tiny fan server with less than ten members hid someone who made everything feel like all of that pain was worth it. And you, they'd do just about anything.

WC: 1.5k

You can tell that the little server is starting to wake for the night, by the sound of your notifications going off at a rapid pace. A smile crosses your face as you head over to your computer, double clicking on its icon that you had previously pinned to the taskbar.

One by one the messages loaded before your eyes, not that you had much time to read them before everyone was welcoming you back.

Nightowl was the first, as he quickly sent 'Hey hey hey! My fellow insomniac is here!'

'You two seriously need to fix your sleep schedules.' Was Onion's way of saying hi to you today.

'Hello to you too, Onion. I swear i'm trying my hardest' you type in response, before pausing and sending another message, 'Nightowl on the other hand…he's beyond saving.'

This earned an appearance from Quest, who came in to defend Nightowl on the low, 'Lets not gang up on the kid,'

'Thanks Quest, at least someone believes in me T-T'

You hummed to yourself, as another message made its way into the server. Though, this time it wasn't directed at you.

'Well if it isn't the ever so elusive Toaster.' Xyx's odd profile picture graced the chat room as he noted that Nakedtoaster was now active in the server.

'Wakey wakey Toast and shakey~' came Nightowl, quick to reference a story that Salo had told the group some few days ago.

'That again? How many times are you going to greet me with that, Owl?' You could practically hear the half-hearted exasperation through Toaster's message as if he was sitting right next to you.

'Is it better than Xyx always following up with "what's shakin bacon?" ' owl asked next, knowing full and well that Toaster really didn't mind either of the terms.

You took the slight lapse in the conversation to greet him yourself, 'good evening Toasty,'

'yeah yeah evening' he sends, then a short pause before another message from him loads, 'specifically good evening to you though.'

Another smile settles onto your features, as you reread his message.

From there the server seemed to find a good tempo in a happy conversation, talking about some bloomic fan-theory that June happened to come across just a few days prior.

You pull your attention away from the monitor for a moment to check your phone, swiping away the notifications displayed at the top of its screen. Outside of the server, you didn't have very many people to talk to. Sure, you had a few friends from work, and maybe one or two acquaintances that you made when you were still in school, but as life seemed to drag on, the less you heard from them. There was a point in time where you had a previous partner, and you had spent most of your free time with him.

And while things had started off nicely, they didn't end that way. He was controlling, you had to dress a certain way, speak a certain way, you had to take interest in the things he liked. The conversations were never about you. He would constantly criticize you, from the way you looked, to the way you'd write your As. By the time you finally managed to escape the guy, he had stripped you of who you were, or who you had been.

Your eyes glance to the date in the corner of your monitor. It had been nearly a year and a half since then. A year and a half of trying to fit cut up puzzle pieces together, in hopes that you'd get to see yourself again. Eighteen months of pushing yourself past your limits just to pick your hobbies and interests back up. Eighteen months of wondering if you could even go back to who you were before the guy.

A quiet ping from your computer broke you from your thoughts, and you looked to see a message from Toasty in the juicy gamers channel, one that only held Xyx, Toaster and yourself. Its purpose was supposed to be for Toaster and Xyx to talk about ffxiv, but by now it was just another chat room within the bloomic server.

As you clicked on the channel, you saw that it had been Nakedtoaster who pinged you, asking if you were alright, since you had gone quiet in the general chat.

'I'm alright! I was just thinking about something a little serious, I guess I got lost in my train of thought for a bit.'

You watched as it showed him typing, then a pause, then that he was typing again. Finally, he sent his message, 'wanna talk in the voice channel? You can share your thoughts with me if you'd like'

You pause for a moment. That would mean telling them about your ex. Not that you weren't ever open about your past with the server before. But, this was different. After breaking things off with your ex, you had promised yourself to do one thing; to swear off love, at least until you were ready to try again. You didn't want to rush into another relationship, only to doubt yourself again. You couldn't get stuck in another situation like that, especially if you weren't ready to put yourself first. And if you were being honest with yourself, you hardly had the words to explain that to someone else.

Yet, you found yourself joining Toaster's call, easily falling into the pattern that the two of you had made in your time in the server.

"You /still/ take forever to join calls," he smiles into his camera, slightly leaned forwards as they spoke into their mic.

You playfully roll your eyes at the comment, sighing as you did, "Not my fault /someone/ is so impatient,"

"Only because it's you,"

Your breath seems to hitch in your throat. Toaster said it so casually, that you almost missed how they actually meant it. You always seemed to misinterpret their words, everything he said always felt like it held more weight. And despite your vow to stay far away from relationships, you could never shake off the ever growing mix of anxiety and something that you didn't want to name that resided within your mind.

"Hey, you alright? I've called your name a few times now," Toasty is leaned back in his chair again, a worried look clear as day on his face.

You blink a few times, fighting off an awkward smile, mind racing to think of any excuse. When you couldn't form the words, Toaster let out a slow chuckle, as if he had understood your train of thought.

"I meant that as in…well." He paused, a heavy blush spreading across his face, "As in, I really enjoy talking with you and I'm impatient."

"But, only me?"

"Yeah. I wanted to say something earlier, but, I think I might have developed..uh..feelings for you."

The feeling was back. A confusing amount of dread, and content, like oil and water, refusing to mix but making themselves known aggressively.

"Toaster I-" you start, feeling your hands begin to shake, "I'm not…well…I don't want to outright say no or anything but..I'm not sure I'm ready for..well for that."

To your surprise, they let out another gentle laugh, nodding their head as they leaned back towards their mic, "I know,"

"Huh?"

"Well, I remembered awhile back that you mentioned a shitty ex, so I figured that this might be the case if I did confess…which is why I prepared myself." You watch as he fidgets with the short microphone stand, his eyes straying to something on his desk as he continued, "I'm not going to rush you. And I'm not going to make you tell me anything about your past relationship. I wanted to tell you that I like you, so that you know that I'm here, if you'll have me, whenever that may be."

You were stunned. Despite spending so much time with the Blooming Panic server, getting to know everyone, and letting them get to know this new, healing version of yourself, you had never stopped to think that any of them would actually take a deeper interest in you. Especially when you seemed to feel so lost in your own self worth and image, like looking into a mirror that was hastily glued back together. And yet they had. Nakedtoaster had looked at the same mirror, and decided that he wanted you.

You hardly notice a small stream of tears that fall from your face, as you speak, "You'd do that for me? You'd really wait?"

They lean back in their chair again, looking towards their camera with half lidded eyes, "I like you for who you are, and I know that. So, as long as I know that I want you, I'm okay with waiting."

He lets you sit for a moment, not commenting on your tears, or on the way you couldn't believe his words. Toasty was true to their words, they'd be okay with you taking your time, in this moment, and in the next. Something told you that you could trust him with that. Slowly, you let a smile make its way onto your face as you wipe away the uncertainty that had come from your eyes. Then, when you bring your attention back to them, they say one more thing.

"So, of course. For you, I'd do anything."

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 4

Summary: karaoke night and a late night swim

Pairings: James Mace X Sunshine

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, microphone talk, shameless flirting, skinny dipping, sucking, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7.9K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Mirabelle huffs out a dramatic puff of air, looking up at Mace who continues to drink his orange juice he had just bought before doing it again. And again. And one more time before he looks down at the little girl, “What’s shakin’, bacon?”

“I’m not bacon, ya know?”

“I am very much aware that you’re not bacon. But something has got you all upset, so what is it?” Bending his knees, he sits down on the ground to be able to be more on eye level with the tiny child.

Mirabelle looks at the bottle of orange juice, and pours her a tall glass, before gulping down a bit. Sighing at the taste when she looks at him, “What is a teacher conference?”

“Oh,” he blurts out, looking back at your home where you were finishing up one more client. “Does your mom have one?” She nods her head, grimacing at what the answer could possibly be. “Well, your mom is going to talk to your teacher.”

“Could you go instead of mommy? Mommy gets very angry when it comes to someone talking bad about her kids, she does. And if Mommy is going to my school, it can’t be good, no way.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Can you keep a secret?” As soon as Mace nods his head, Mirabelle moves closer to him, whispering in his ear. “I don’t think my teacher likes me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m different.”

“Why?”

“Hey!” Mirabelle starts to giggle a bit, tapping on Mace’s shoulder, “That is what I say. Yep, I do that. I’m different because I don’t have a dad, and there’s something coming up, and a girl in my class said I can’t go, and it’s not fair, it’s not, and…”

“Mirabelle!” You yell, running over to her orange juice stand, and Mace immediately stands up from the ground, dusting off his butt when he nods a hey to you. “Mirabelle, we’ve got to go to school.”

“Ehh, I don’t really want to, I don’t.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. Run and tell Miss Hazel that we’ll be back shortly,” she looks back at Mace quickly, before skipping off to tell Hazel she would be back, and you close up all her bottles of juice, stuffing them in the cooler, and Mace leans over to help. “I should thank you for entertaining her so much.”

“It’s nothing really. She’s the one entertaining me,” his hand brushes against your own, and you pull it back quickly. Standing up to straighten your dress. “I found a karaoke machine. The pink microphones should be here tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah…that’s — that’s great. She’ll love that.”

“And what about you? Do you even like karaoke or do you just like the microphone in your bedside drawer?”

“For your information, James, that microphone is now hidden, and no longer bedside my bed. And yes, I love karaoke. ‘Wannabe’ by Spice Girls is my go to. And you? Or are you only interested in my hidden microphone?”

“I don’t know how to answer that question without sounding like an asshole,” he was blushing again. It makes you feel giddy, and you look down at the ground smiling. He was thinking about your little toy that Mirabelle couldn’t stop talking about, and you are hoping he was thinking about you using it. Or even better, him using it on you. “So this Friday is a good karaoke party night?”

“I think so. Casey and William are taking the kids to Disney tomorrow. Mirabelle mentioned something about a Cinderella doll. And don’t fall for her tricks. William’s parents get them a season pass every year for Christmas. And I believe Benning is going to be picked up around eight for stargazing with the Beck’s Friday night. And…I really need to go James. Friday night. I’ll have the pizza and desserts you bring the karaoke machine.”

“And my own microphones,” you give him a smirk before grabbing up the cooler, and going to retrieve Mirabelle for whatever stupid meeting this was. Waving at Mace, “Or we could always use yours.”

“I’ll see you Friday Mace.”

Mace smacks himself in the head, watching you trot away. Staring too long at the way your dress swishes around at your hips. How the top was perfectly fitted to your body, keeping very little away from the imagination. “We could always use yours? She’s going to think I want nothing but sex. My god, I’m an idiot. Just act like some stupid teenager who can only think with his dick. So stupid.”

“Mrs. Syverson, Mirabelle seems to be a bit confused about the event that’s coming up,” you look back at your daughter who was playing with some different colored bears. Organizing them into colors and then sizes before making patterns with them and you turn slowly to look back at Miss Mandy.

“What event? I haven’t been sent anything home.”

“It’s a special event we put on each year. It’s not required. And there will be other events in which she can participate.”

“Woah Woah, wait. Why can’t she participate in this?” To your knowledge there was no reason for Mirabelle to be excluded for any reason. It was only pre-k for crying out loud.

The teacher looks down at her papers, and then back up at you, “It kicks off with Donuts with Dad, and then there’s a short hour-long dance.”

“I see,” you say calmly when inside you were raging. Tapping your fingers on your legs as you try to steady yourself. Using every curse word in your mind towards this young woman, but you wanted to hear what more she had to say.

“It’s just after school, it’s not a big deal. And it’s a privilege anyways, and Mirabelle has pulled a lot of cards, she’s just a bit too much in the classroom, and…”

“Stop right there. Too much? What exactly do you mean by too much?”

“It’s a small classroom,” you sweetly smile at her as your fingers start to tap a little bit harder and faster on your leg. “Mrs. Syverson, what I mean is — she’s too rambunctious. She’s too talkative, and doesn’t give other kids a chance to answer, and she’s too dramatic at play time, and just overall too much.”

“She’s four.”

“All my students are.”

“She’s four, and you’re punishing her for not having a father.”

“No, I am simply…”

“No, you are. You don’t want her to participate in Donuts with Dad or this, what I can assume is a dance for the kids and their dads, huh?” The teacher grimaces, but still nods her head. No wonder Mirabelle seemed a bit uneasy at school. You only thought that kids were talking about you, and your lack of a husband, but this was worse.

“We did this last month with Muffins with Mom.”

“Yes, were there kids that didn’t get to participate because of a lack of their mother?” Miss Mandy goes silent, and shamefully looks down at the table, refusing to meet your eyes. “We didn’t ask for her not to have a father. He didn’t leave, he's gone and never coming back because he passed away, leaving me a widow. And this is a punishment for her. Now, she has an incredible uncle that could attend, but of course you didn’t ask about that, did you? And then you’re telling me that my amazing, beautiful, and creative little girl is too much. And clearly, she is too much for you.”

“Mrs. Syverson…”

“But she is perfect for me. I raised her to be expressive, and to ask questions. I want her to be her, and you and this stupid private center are trying to make her just like every single one of these stupid kids. I brought my daughter here against my better judgment. I didn’t want her around a bunch of snobs, and to go to a private center. And now I see why. Mirabelle, grab all your things,” she looks up from the bears confused. “All of it. Any artwork on the walls, let's get it.”

Mirabelle jumps up, running to her cubby where she starts emptying it out. “Miss Mandy, I appreciate what you think you have done for my child, but she will no longer be coming. The woman who acts as her grandmother is more equipped to teach her to be an individual and also life skills. I have heard her mention multiple times how she is too much, and you’re right. She’s too much of a hassle to be here. Now, I need you to help her find all her things.”

“Mrs. Syverson, I apologize. This…this isn’t what we wanted here.”

“No, you did. You wanted something in not allowing a four year old to be her age, and not allowing a child that has never had a father to participate in this thing that includes dads. You can’t tell me she’s the only one?”

“She…she is.”

“I want her stuff, now,” you didn’t care. Did not care what this woman had to say to you or about your child anymore. Your baby would not continue to be put on a back burner because of things out of anyone’s control. This center better be glad that Sy was no longer alive because he would not have been as kind.

“Mommy, I really like those bears.”

“We’ll get you some,” you stoically tell her, trying to hold back the angry tears that were forming in your eyes. Casey would know what those silly little bears were. You didn’t know how you could make sure that Mirabelle got adequate learning time, but you would make it happen. No more would your money go to this stupid private center and their stupid private teachers.

“I think that’s all,” Miss Mandy hands you a bag of a few things, and you lean over to pick Mirabelle up in your arms. Giving her a sweet kiss to her cheek, and she giggles, hugging up against you. “I really wish you would reconsider.”

“I really wish you would have given me another option. My child is my priority. And sometimes you make difficult decisions to protect them, and give them the best. I also really wish you would have talked to me before deciding she was too much. Because to me, she’s perfect,” you give her curt nod, and walk out the door, and back towards the car.

Driving silently home while Mirabelle sings some children’s song at the top of her lungs. Her bright eyes looking out the window the entire time, and you weren’t even sure if she understood what had transpired. That she would not be going to school anymore, or interacting with kids her own age.

“We’re home, baby. Why don’t you run to Miss Hazel’s and Harley’s for lunch?”

“Okay, Mommy. Love you. You coming?” You shake your head no, but she leans over the seat, giving you a smushed kiss before jumping out of the car. As soon as the door closes to their house you let out blood curdling scream, and hit at your steering wheel.

You should have known. When your daughter was acting extra needy, and the comment of too much was mentioned. When Mirabelle was asking more questions about Sy, you should have figured. You had dropped the ball and it was your fault. You failed her.

“Hey, hey,” Mace screams from the side of the car, motioning you to roll your window down, and you shake your head no. “I just heard you scream all the way from the site. Will asked me to check in on you. Is everything…how did the meeting go?”

“She doesn’t have a dad,” you answer blankly, still looking out at the grove.

“I don’t understand,” you look over towards Mace, and get even more frustrated. He was too cute, and too young to ever need your baggage. You never thought of your kids as baggage, but the three of you were a package deal. Anyone who dated you would eventually not just be dating you, but your kids.

“She wasn’t allowed to go their stupid damn father dance, or donuts with dads or whatever stupid shit they had. And she’s too much.”

“Can you roll the window down?” Mace asks, but when you shake your head again, he walks to the other side of the car, and jumps into the passenger seat. “There, now you don’t have to scream. Who said she’s too much?”

“Her teacher. And I should have known when Mirabelle’s behavior was acting off that there was more to it. It is my job to advocate for my children, and I didn’t see that she had something going on. That she gets a penalty for her father dying. It’s not…”

“Her teacher sounds like a bitch,” you try not to laugh, wiping away your aggravated tears. But turning to look at Mace, and he looks every bit of a concerned father and husband trying to make you feel better. “Mirabelle is perfect. I’ve never met a four year old who can hustle grown men out of money. Carry on conversations, pour orange juice, and run a small business. Maybe this teacher is threatened by Mirabelle being an entrepreneur. She feels inferior to her.”

“What about her not having a dad?”

“That teacher is also an idiot and probably hasn’t lost anyone close to her. You don’t understand death until it happens to you. And Mirabelle doesn’t act like normal children because she didn’t lose her father. You and Benning did. Mirabelle hasn’t known anything different. And quit blaming yourself. You heard what that bitch had to say, and you took action, yeah?”

“I pulled her from the school, and now I have to find these tiny little bears that are different colors because she loves them.”

“Manipulative toys,” you look over at Mace with a blank face. Blinking your eyes slowly. He was constantly surprising you, “I volunteered with my aunt who was a pre-k teacher. Those toys teach grouping, patterns, but also they’re teaching their small little fingers to grasp them. I’m sure those tiny little bears are easy to find on Amazon. I could…I don’t know — help you set up a learning area in your house. It’d take a couple hundred bucks, but she could have just as nice of an area as her pre-k does.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? You don’t even know me.”

Mace shrugs, looking out at the grove. He didn’t understand it either. But he felt a pull towards you. A need to protect that little girl, and help her to not change who she was at all. “Look at it as being nice to her. You’re doing a good job,” he whispers, causing you to finally smile as he turns to look at you. “You’re just a bonus.”

“You’re using me to spend more time with my daughter?”

“Not in a creepy way. You just…it’s not just Mirabelle,” he exhales deeply, wanting nothing more than to look at you, and pretend that this was a normal set up, but it wasn’t. And you were not like the other girls and falling for anything. Because you were a woman.

“James, I don’t know what your goal is, but you have thoroughly impressed me, and that doesn’t happen. I find myself wanting to be open with you, and I like spending time with you, and I don’t know if I should.”

“Why?”

“Too many people could get hurt. Two of them have been hurt enough.”

“And what if I understand that, and I don’t want to hurt any of you?” You lurch back into an upright sitting position. Unaware that the two of you had steadily been getting closer. That you had enjoyed his warmth too much, and needed to be right in his close vicinity. Could even smell the sawdust and sweat on him.

“So I’ll see you Friday night?” You ask, opening up your door. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got a client in less than five minutes, and when she’s done I’ve got to start dinner.”

“Yes, Friday night. I’ll see you then.”

“What time is Beck coming to pick you up now?” Benning shrugs his shoulders, finishing up his chore for the night, the kitchen. “You sure you don’t want to stay?”

“Yes! Yeah, bubba, can you stay? Pretty pretty please? We will have fun, we will. And you and I can sing our song together. You’re Flynn, and I’m Rapunzel. I almost know all the words, I do. I can’t really read so karaoke won’t help. But will you please stay? You can meet my friend,” you pause in the kitchen. Halting whatever you’re doing to listen in on them. Wondering how Benning was going to react to the fact that Mace would be here.

Benning was not an easy egg to crack, even more so if a man was involved. Mirabelle still is incessant on her brother staying. Even just for a few slices of pizza, and one song. “This is that guy that works with Will?”

“Yes, he works with Uncle Bill. And he buys lots of orange juice, he does. He took your place at the movies, he did. He even bought an extra big container of popcorn with extra butter. And slushies,” rounding the corner, Benning’s mouth drops open as he looks at you. “And he said we can go again. And he watched that racing movie with us, he did. And bubba! He knows about the stars! He has a kit to build a telescope, yep, he does.”

“What…well, why didn’t no one tell me?”

Giving him a quick kiss to his forehead, you ruffle his hair. Smiling at him when you lean against the counter, “Mom, I wanted to see that movie. And…”

“And you argued and said you wanted to stay with Trevor more,” Mirabelle gives him a devious smile as she nods her head. Walking over to you to be picked up. “I told you that our lives are not going to be put on hold while we just wait on you. Mirabelle still wanted to go to the movies, and her friend decided to join us.”

“Well…I had fun at Trevor’s. He’s got…never mind,” if there wasn’t a knock on the door, you would further question him. Your oldest baby was dealing with some things, and you wanted, no need, an open dialogue with him.

“Coming,” you carry your daughter who was almost nuzzled on your chest to the door, smiling when Mace was there with a box for the karaoke machine, and even two additional pink microphones in a bag.

“Ahh! You are here. You can meet my bubba. Benny! Benny, this is my friend Mace. He bought orange juice and taught me to use a calculator. I’m getting better, huh? He’s brought us a karaoke machine. Mommy ordered some pizza, she did. And Benning may sing our song with me.”

“Hey, Benning. Like Fort Benning?” Mace sits down the box, extending a hand out to your son, and shockingly he takes it to Mace’s hand in his own. Giving him a powerful shake, something that his father had taught him.

“Yeah, my dad picked it out. Mom never could say no to the names he chose. You’ve…you’ve got tags.”

“Uh, they’re my brother’s. Can I come in? I’ll set everything up.”

“Of course. There’s the tv. Do you need anything? A drink of water or anything?” You ask, motioning him into the house. Watching for too long as he moves to the tv, and looks around the edge, until he finds what he was looking for.

“I’ll take Benning’s help with hooking this up. But other than that, no. I smell something delicious though. Smells like…is that orange cake?” Scrunching up her nose, Mirabelle nods her head, and wiggles out of your arms. Declaring she needed to change and you head back into the kitchen to finish glazing the cake. Leaving Mace to stare after you a moment before he starts to open the box.

Benning watches the man curiously. Looking back into the kitchen where you were, and then back to Mace. “You were checking her out.”

“No. Just didn’t want her to see you be the main one to hook everything. Grab those cords, will ya?”

Benning being a bit older isn’t quite as angry with men that walk into your life. But still didn’t fully trust this man. But he listens to what he says. Handing him the cords, and stares at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You want to build a telescope?”

“I want to build another telescope,” he says nonchalantly, hooking the few cords into the tv. “You like space?”

“Yeah, Trevor’s dad works at Cape Canaveral. He knows all about space. He’s been up in space have you?”

“No, I don’t like small spaces. The remote?” Benning hands the remove over to Mace, and watches him look back into the kitchen at you. “There. It works.”

“So you met Mirabelle through mom?”

“No, flip that around. Met your sister because she was selling orange juice. And met your mom because I wanted to have another marmalade sandwich,” he smiles, looking through his phone at the the plethora of karaoke songs that were online.

“It tastes better on waffles,” Benning mutters, flopping down onto the couch.

“I’ll try that then. Only tried the sandwiches. They’re not bad. I mean it’s basically pure sugar. But they’re tasty,” another look into the kitchen, but this time it was lingering. Thankful that it was sundress season, and you loved showing off your chest. Because seeing you lean over the table and your tits almost spill out makes Mace completely numb.

“You’re checking her out.”

“Am not,” he argues, but his eyes still linger on your body. Tracing the outline of your curves when Benning clears his throat.

Benning rolls his eyes, putting his feet on the table, “Yeah, you are. Trevor and his dad do it all the time. It’s because she can’t put her boobs up.”

“You like them checking her out?”

“I like when they don’t make it so obvious like you’re doing. They’re just boobs. So are you here for her or my sister? Because I can be a pain in the ass when I want to be. I mean…butt. I didn’t say that.”

“You like giving your mom a hard time?” Mace asks, sitting in the opposite chair. Benning even notes how it had a clear view into the kitchen. Mace couldn’t hide his attraction even if he wanted to. You were perfect. In a zone putting the kitchen in order. Laying out all the snacks and desserts, and still that dress frames you perfectly.

“I don’t want my mom to replace my dad. She only just started dressing like that. I don’t need a step dad. We get by just fine now. Where did you even come from?” He stares over at Mace, giving his foot a knock. “Stop looking.”

Mace chuckles, turning to look at Benning, “I was only joking that time. People are going to look. She’s a beautiful woman. And I work with your uncle.”

“Uncle Bill is coming tonight, too, bub,” Benning groans when his sister jumps in his lap. “Do you like my outfit?”

“I could barely see it. You just jumped on me for no reason.”

“I think you look beautiful, princess,” when Mirabelle’s face lights up as she smiles at Mace, Benning gulps. He hadn’t seen his sister smile like that in such a long time. Almost feeling regretful for his behavior being one of the reasons why. “So you’re going to Disney tomorrow?”

“Uh huh, and Uncle Bill is going to pick Benny up from Trevor’s. We’re going to Animal Kingdom and Uncle Bill said I could get a Dole whip, he did.”

“I thought I told you to quit calling me Uncle Bill, Mirror,” jumping off her brother, she runs into William’s arms, playing with his beard for a moment. “How’s it going, Mace? You bought this little turd a karaoke machine. I’m sure her mom and brother are going to be so happy hearing her sing songs at the top of her lungs.”

“I’m going to help with the food,” Casey steps past her husband, carrying a stack of pizza boxes when she walks into the kitchen, getting right up at your side, “That man is cute.”

“Yeah, he’s a baby, too. If it wasn’t for the baby, he wouldn’t be here,” Casey looks back into the living room as William sits down beside Benning still holding onto Mirabelle, when he messes with Benning’s hair, and she crawls over the couch to Mace. Smiling sweetly up at him, and he was back to looking in the kitchen. Again. Until he spots Casey.

“How long has he been looking in here?”

“What?” You glance back to Mace, and he shyly looks away again. “It’s nothing.”

“Your tits are hanging out. He’s checking you out, and you’re about to be kid free. Have some fun for once. When was the last time you had a man hold you? Don’t answer that. I know. Long before Sy died. It’s okay to move on.”

“He’s a kid. He was literally a child when I had Benning.”

“He is a man now. There is nothing on him that is a child. And…he asks Will about you,” you flick your head over towards Casey. She was lying. There was no way that this man was talking to your brother in law about you. Absolutely none.

“No he doesn’t.”

“Yes, he does. He took you and Mirabelle to the movies,” rolling your eyes, you grab out the paper plates, and look back to the living room. If Mace wasn’t talking to everyone in there he was looking up at you, and then quickly away. “He’s good with her.”

“She loves everyone.”

“But he’s good with her. I’m not talking about her. And Grumpy pants isn’t fussing you out. How did he pull that off?”

“The stars. Mace apparently has a telescope. And Beck is picking him up, and you’re getting him in the morning?”

“Do not try to change the subject. Because you’re getting some tonight, and in the morning,” she winks. Casey was the little sister you never had. Annoying sometimes, but even just the tiniest blessing for you to move on meant a lot. “Babe, just let things happen. And now let's sing with the non vibrating microphone.”

“She told you, too,” you deadpan. You seriously underestimated your own child, and the ease at which she embarrassed you.

“She told Will at work the other day. To say that he was shocked is an understatement. He is quite fond of the vibrating microphone as well. Now if only we can get something to stick, and I have a little Bill. Come on, this cute man can not hide his infatuation, and I heard Benning laugh. And it wasn’t at Will.”

Mirabelle of course was first up with Benning. Wanting to get the song over with before he left, and Mace leans over to ask you if he could get something to drink. While you didn’t want to miss your children singing their hearts out, you couldn’t let the man fend for himself, and join him, constantly looking at the two of them, and the way that your baby was staring up at your biggest baby with the sweetest smile.

“Oh,” you laugh, running into Mace. Unsure if it was an accident or one of you was doing it on purpose. “Stay there, let me get you a cup of ice, and you get what you want. Thank you for this. And whatever it is you did to make Benning not be so hateful. His dad’s death has taken its toll on him.”

“I’ve been there. Losing someone close to you at a young age isn’t easy. He was a big man.”

“Sy? Yeah, he was captain. He…he was taller than he appears in photos.”

“You like the big buff guys?”

“Sy was the only one,” while it was brief, you do catch him looking at his own arms. Mace had nothing to be ashamed of. While not quite as thick as Sy, Mace was still big in his own way. “Sy was literally the only one. I don’t really have a type because he was it.”

“No shit?”

“Shit. Just him.”

“You…just the one guy? Seriously?” Nodding your head, you stare at your children again. Even for the few minutes of the song they were getting along. Both smiling when William joins in with their singing, and looks up at Casey with a smile. Rubbing his hand over her belly. They wanted a baby so bad, and always volunteered to have your children to get in some practice.

“I didn’t know that people did that. So you never…I mean, he’s been gone for a while.”

“I wasn’t ready. No one was ever interested in me. And I look at them, and I know that someone is going to view them as something they have to deal with, and it’s not worth it. Not for something serious. They’re not just looked at as something that some man has to just get over because they don’t go to a dad’s every other weekend. Whoever dates me gets them, and I don’t…it’s a lot to ask, and I don’t want to go too deep if some man doesn’t realize that. Drinks are in the fridge, Mace,” Benning gives you a hard stare when the song is over, noticing how you were still with this new man.

“Make yourself at home. Just don’t get too comfortable,” it had double meaning. Mace isn’t sure how to take it. You give a little and take it back just as quickly. It was confusing to him. It wasn’t exactly games, but it wasn’t the most inviting thing in the world. You let him know that the kids were a priority, as they should be. But also in not so many words said that you always chose them.

“Mom?” Benning grabs your hand before you get a chance to sit, pulling you into his room. Pacing his floor before sitting on the bed beside you. “Who is that man?”

“Someone who works with Will, why?”

“Why is he here?” He looks like he did four years ago when he was trying to process his father’s death. How he wanted you at his side while he rattled off question after question. Unsure of how to process such big emotions. No one had ever thought that his hero would pass away.

“Mirabelle invited him. She’s very fond of him. That’s who has taught her to use a calculator.”

“But…who is he to you? Are you dating him and you’re bringing him here to see how we interact with him?” You shake your head no, sitting on his bed, while he thinks of another question. He didn’t dislike Mace. It was disliking a man that was trying to be his dad. “I don’t want another one.”

“Another one?”

“A dad. I’m fine. We’re fine.”

“Yes, we’re fine. But I already told you, I don’t want to be alone forever. If I ever date, when it’s an appropriate time I will introduce you. But I’m not dating him. I’ve met him a few times. He’s friends with Will, and works with him. He adores your sister. And she just recently quit school, and so she doesn’t become a delinquent. I need all the help I can get. Four years old and quitting school already.”

“Mom, be serious.”

“I am. It’s a hard knock life. And I just don’t know what I’m going to do with her. And, babe, can you just trust me?”

“I don’t trust him. I don’t want someone else in our lives. We are fine.”

“And if that man wants to come here and have you help him with a telescope, is that okay?” While he just shrugs, he was getting excited about not having to leave to build a telescope. “You said the back porch would be perfect to put a telescope on. But can we just take each day one day at a time? You’re eleven and thinking too hard. You’re angry at something beyond your control, and you were having fun with sissy. Can we not just have fun anymore, and when you have questions can we do this? Just talk. Because you’re too old to be having temper tantrums.”

“You promise you’re not dating him?”

“Promise. If I was dating him, you wouldn’t have met him yet. However, Mirabelle is a different story. I can’t stop her from hanging out with James. Especially now that she’s a pre-k drop out. Now, can you and I sing a song together?”

“I guess. Just no weird stuff, okay?”

“Weird stuff. Boy, I am your mother. I can be weird all I want to. It sounds like some Disney karaoke tonight. So let’s do that song from A Goofy Movie,” just like when he was real small, he grabs your hand. Looking more like Sy than he ever had. There was still that sweetness in him.

The two of you flinch and yelp when a family photo falls face first down on his dresser. And you grab your chest as you stare at the back side of that frame on his dresser. “That’s been doing that a lot lately. I think I need a new frame.”

“Right. We’ll get you a new frame,” you whisper as he sits it back up. A smiling photo of you and Sy holding a toddler Benning. “I’ll get one tomorrow while you’re at Disney,” you were making crazy scenarios up in your head. Sy was only a photo. He wasn’t interfering in your life anymore. He was gone, and all you had left were the best parts of him. His children.

“So you be extra good for Uncle Bill, okay?” You sweetly tell Mirabelle as you squeeze her tight, getting a little stare down from William himself. “Stay with him and Aunt Casey. Keep up with Bubba. Don’t gorge yourself on Dole whips, and…”

“Have fun,” she cheerfully answers, giving you the biggest kiss on your cheek. “You going to be okay by yourself?” She asks, looking over to Mace who had just finished putting up the machine, and was walking to the door.

“Yes, baby. Mommy is going to be okay. She’s going to clean up the house, and wash all your thousands of clothes,” she gives you a little growl, and you tickle at her side. “I know, you’re a fashionista and you need to have lots of outfits. Just be good, and Casey, Will, they have sunscreen and hats in her backpack. Along with some cash. Mirabelle can’t spend it all, and I put in their water bottles, and a popcorn carrier.”

“Yes, yes. We got it, you packed their entire life in the backpacks. Magic bands in there?” Giving Mirabelle another quick hug, you nod to your sister in law. “Benning gets picked up at the Beck’s at nine?”

“Yep. And other than that, have fun,” you bid everyone farewell, and turn to look at Mace who was just standing there confused. “So?”

“You want me to leave?”

“It’s up to you. I’m going to clean up my kitchen, and then do what I do every time that they take my babies for a night,” Mace follows you in the kitchen, breaking down pizza boxes, while you pack up the leftover snacks, and stuff dishes into the dishwasher.

“What’s that?”

“I sit on the dock at the river, just me and the moon, stars, and water.”

“Would you want company?” Your only answer is walking to the front door, waiting for him to leave as you lock everything up, and walk through the grove with him right by your side. “How often do they get the kids?”

“A fair amount. I go to Disney with them as well, but Casey and Will love Disney. Plus, it gives them what they all want,” looking over at you, he raises an eyebrow, and you quickly pick an orange, starting to peel it. “Casey and Will get to experience children, and Benning and Mirabelle get to pretend they’re normal kids for a few hours.”

“What’s normal?”

“A mother and a father,” you offer up an orange wedge to Mace, shrugging. “Don’t feel sorry for us. We’re surviving.”

“I don’t pity you guys. Mirabelle is the most adorable child I’ve ever met, and Benning isn’t as bad as I had made myself believe.”

Once you get to the dock, you look out at the mirrored water before sliding off your shoes. Gathering up your dress, you sit at the edge, letting your feet dangle in the water. Slowly eating at the orange while you look at the distance. There was something so beautiful about being out here. Any time of the day. It was calm and peaceful. Away from everything, and the noise.

“Yeah, well, you’re not looked at as a threat to him.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think he saw Will as a threat because he had some interest in the beginning. He bucked hard with him. You have a similar interest with space, so right now he tolerates you, but you’re not…well, ya know.”

“I don’t know,” looking up at him, he smirks. Giving your side a little tap with his foot. “What is it?”

“You’re not trying to get with me.”

“Am I not?” His fingers wiggle around by his side, and he looks back through the grove, nothing but orange trees, and far in the distance was the houses, and store. He looks back towards the water before grabbing at his shirt, and pulls it off his body

“What are you doing?” You ask, and he slips off his shoes, and shimmies his pants down. You want to look, but instead you look at the moon on the water. Tried to ignore the extra falling of what had to be his underwear before, he jumps in front of you, and there is nothing but rippling water. “I’m not coming in after you if you drown!”

He comes up to the top of the water, and swims over to the edge of the dock. Holding up his hands to let trickles of water drip down your skin, “Get in. It feels great.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“You don’t even know me, and I don’t have anything to…”

“I have on nothing. This is just swimming in the moonlight. Look, you can’t even tell I’m naked, the water is so dark. Get in. Are you chicken?”

“No. I just don’t…”

“What are you afraid of?” His mouth dips under the water, but his eyes are squinting with a devilish smirk. Continuing to goad you into the water. The barely there lines are apparent at the corner of his eyes. “Come on. Don’t tell me that Sunshine is afraid of the moonlight. What have you got to lose?”

Biting at your lip, you look down at him in the water. Head bobbing above the inky black liquid, and you just couldn’t help it. Going to stand up, you take a deep breath, “Turn around,” waiting until he is fully turned around before you slip off your dress. Your finger toys at the elastic of your panties before taking them off along with your bra, and jumping in beside him.

“You lied!” You scream, coming up to the surface. “It’s cold.”

“It is not,” he giggles, swimming a bit closer to you.

“It’s freezing!”

“Shh, take a deep breath. The water is fine. Look out at the edge now. This is a better seat than the dock. A bit more freeing, too,” his arms splay out, but still still he was too far away to touch you.

“I guess,” you breathe in deeply. He was completely nude, and only a couple feet away. Constantly making his way closer to you. His eyes randomly turn towards the side to look at you, and you want to curse your breasts for being so large. The bottom of the river was too far away, and you wanted to wrap your arms around yourself, but then you would sink.

“You, okay?” He asks, with a grin. He can see your predicament. Gets a clear view of your nipples every time you bob up from the surface.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you scared?”

“Well, most people know it’s not the brightest idea to swim in open water in Florida. Especially at night.”

“Why’s that?”

“Alligators,” the smile that was on Mace fades quickly, but now it’s your turn to giggle. “Are you scared now?”

“I mean, the idea of getting a leg or arm bit off from an alligator does not sound appealing.”

“Poor, baby,” his eyebrow perks up, and he turns his body to look at you straight on. Not even trying to hide his eyes that were nervously flicking down to your chest.. Inching his way ever closer, “You poor, sweet thing. Scared of a little gator.”

“You were the one that was scared to go swimming. I jumped right in,” if he wanted to, he could reach out and touch you. And his eyes were struggling to look you in the face. Constantly drifting down your front, and you take a gander yourself. Complimenting yourself at how good they looked floating in the water. Your nipples hard and so obvious in the silver moonlight. “I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“I'm a guy. And they’re right there. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, my tits, huh? You’re not the first man that’s looked at them.”

“Are you giving me permission to look?” Your breath catches in your throat as he fully closes the gap, pressing his body against yours, and wrapping his arms around you. “Tell me to stop?”

“What did you mean earlier? When I said you weren’t trying to get with me?”

Leaning forward he gives you the sweetest chaste kiss on your lips before pulling back, his eyes only on yours now as they flit around your face. You need a chance to look at his eyes in the daylight because even now they were stunning. He is practically pouting at you as his hand slides down your back, and you gulp.

“You know what I mean. Have I not made it obvious?”

“I want you to say it out loud.”

“I’m interested. And I’m,” his eyes drift down for just a moment, and then they flick back up, “I’m definitely trying to get with you.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“You’re…you’re young, and I have kids. And while they may not be a part of this earlier on, if a relationship is to go further…they’re part of the equation. They’re always there, and always mine. And…you…you don’t — don’t need that in your life. You could find anyone that…that doesn’t — my kids are wanted. They’re my number one priority, and I can’t…I can’t always put you first, and,” Mace slowly slots his lips against yours. Smiling in the kiss, until you return it.

Your hands move around his neck slowly, until gripping the back of his head, holding him closer to you. His tongue traces over your lips before you grant him access, and revel at the taste of him. Your body goes completely numb as heat rushes through your limbs, and your core tingles at the need to feel him.

Pulling away from him, you gasp. Inhaling so deeply that you start to go dizzy. Eyes wide and staring up at the moon while he kisses down your neck. Nipping at the sensitive column you try to talk him out of wanting anything romantic with you.

“I just can’t…they’re always going to be in my life and…they’re my everything. My — my babies, and…Oh!” A pornographic moan releases from your lips when Mace kisses down your chest, pushing you far enough away to where his tongue was flicking on your swollen nipple.

Electricity flows through your veins as you watch him sink over your pebbled peak. Eyes big and round looking up at you. His mouth a mixture of sucking, and that tongue still flicking on you. You are panting down at him when he pulls off you with a pop. Leaving your nipple more engorged than before and he plants himself over the other.

Your body naturally reacts to the feeling and you start grinding over his abs. Mace is moaning just as much as you. “We should stop,” you whisper out, and Mace immediately lets you go, and floats further away. You have never hated yourself more than at this moment.

And before you can even think twice about it you swim to the edge of the dock, and haul yourself up. Letting him see you in your full glory. Show him the body of a mother. Hips a bit wider, skin that had been stretched and a belly that had carried two humans. Thighs thicker, and you were a bit softer than some. But anything that would help deter him from the path he was wanting to go. If he wanted you, he got everything. Every part of you and your family.

Mace hops out as well, grinning when you look down at his hard and angry cock. Glistening with the river, and yet, he didn’t complain about how he needed this. Sy was your first and only love, and you never thought there would come a day when you didn’t have him. Never considered that you eventually may have to do awkward dating or sex for the first time again.

And here was this young man who was clearly very turned on by you and your mother’s body. Was still looking at your nipples protruding from your dress, and your wet body soaking through the cotton and leaving nothing to the imagination. He wasn’t forcing anything. Wasn’t begging. And it made you want him that much more.

No words are spoken as the two of you walk back through the grove and to your house. He doesn’t head to his car, but continues to follow you. “My phone is still inside,” he simply answers. His bulge creats an uncomfortable look in his pants. “I don’t think your kids are a burden. I think they’re a bonus, and I don’t mean that in a creepy way.”

You are ready for bed, and a long night with your microphone, and then Mace starts off at a low whisper, “I never had a mother. I want kids, but I doubt myself sometimes, and doubt learning how a woman mothers. I don’t have to wonder with you, I see it. So no matter what this is…if this is all it is…it was worth it.”

He starts backing up to the front door, still looking at you. Giving you just the smallest opportunity to change your mind. Maybe even confirm anything, but its pure lustful static. The only thoughts running through your head was the way that his meaty hands felt on your skin. The way he was sucking on your neglected nipples, and body. His eyes beaming up at you. It was complete bliss. He hadn’t even been inside of you.

“James…”

“Yes?”

“I…I don’t do this. Ever.”

“What’re we doing then?” Blank. Your mind is just blank. Scared to say it out loud, and even more scared for him to leave. But everything is just blank. Fiery hot, passion filled blank.

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Any Day Now: Chapter 3

Word Count: 3,867

Writers Note: Lost steam on the Tupelo fic,but this one seems to really be coming out better!

Warning: Language, mention of pills, depression

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

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NBC Studio's June 27

"Kinda tight, huh..."

"In all the right places..." she mumbled,

"I heard that," he smirked, looking back at her as she blushed a bright red on her tawny-colored skin. Elvis was most certainly back. And she'd remind him in all the right ways that he never left.

"Five minutes left for the first taping," Midge yelled from the top of her lungs.

"Thank you, five!" Cecelia shouted back, straightening out her black and white mod mini dress. Elvis couldn't help but stare at her figure in it. She was already voluptuous in the '50s, but God, did he love the gifts. That motherhood took to enhance her, even when sometimes Cecelia didn't like it, but that was neither here nor there to Elvis.

"El, you're shakin again..." Cecelia pointed out as she took his hands into her own,

"Just nerves, baby." he kissed her forehead,

"If you get nervous, look for me in the booth beside Binder." she smiled, "And if you can't find me, the twins will be in the audience," Cecelia mentioned as Elvis nodded. This would be the first time his kids ever saw him perform. Now, he was terrified with thoughts of doubt.

"Hey, Presley's, it's time!" Midge poked her head in as Elvis took Cecelia's hand and kissed it.

"Wish me luck," Elvis said,

"You don't need it." She winked, mumbling a prayer for him.

The first show hadn't gone so smoothly, and Cecelia could tell by his movements. Although Elvis was comfortable and trading jokes with Scotty and everyone, Cecelia could tell in some places he was rushing from nerves and the excitement of being back on a stage performing for a cheering crowd, but my God, was she enjoying the view of him sweating and dancing all over that stage. And the grunts and groans she heard escaped his lips. Elvis was having a grand time. Until something had crossed Cecelia's mind.

"Wait a minute..." Cecelia mumbled to herself. Either her ears and eyes were playing tricks on her, or the friction of the suit was taking its course on Elvis Presley. She knew that look from anywhere. And those sounds. But she figured she'd handle that later and meet him in his dressing room to help him prep for the second filming.

"Hey, C, We'll need to add matts for the next show."

"Got it, B." she gave him a nod.

"And we'll have to cut him out of the suit."

"Got it, B." Cecelia sighed,

"Oh. And, there's a meeting about the dancers for tomorrow."

"Got it, B." She stood up.

"Mind checking on our star."

"Don't mind at all." Cecelia left, walking towards his dressing room. She had passed Rosa, who was rekindling with Scotty, a man always after that woman's heart. Even when her heart had belonged to another. God. How she felt bad for Jerry, but she was on a mission. Walking towards his dressing room, Cecelia took another big breath and knocked.

"Mr. Presley, are ya decent?" Cecelia asked, switching up her accent to mess with him.

"Depends, who's askin?"

"Ms. Dubios." she kept going on with her bit. Sometimes Cecelia: Enjoyed bringing back past movie characters of hers.

"Ah..." he chuckled, knowing who it was. Opening the door, he had his brightest smile as he kissed Cecelia.

"You fooled me there, honey."

"How'd you know it was me..." he glanced at her, his eyebrow doing the thing she loved so much,

"Okay, okay, You got me there." she pulled him in for a kiss, "God, you're sweaty..."

"I was gonna warn ya." he laughed, pulling her into the room. Cecelia blushed, sitting on the couch, watching him get undressed and out of the black suit.

"I usually charge for a show, you know." he chuckled, watching his wife roll her eyes.

"Well then, I owe you quite a bit of money for the times you've undressed in front of me, huh?" handing him his engraved robe. "Yes, you do." He smirked, responding to his wife as she laughed,

"Speaking of shows, number two is at 8 pm," she mentioned as he kissed her hand and took the robe,

"So I have time to take a beautiful director. Out to lunch..."

"I can't," she sighed, "I have to make sure we get a good head count of audience members for the show, and then there's the schedule for tomorrow, and then I have to stay behind. And get any last minute papers done an-" Elvis pulled her close to him and kissed her, much like he'd do in the movies. Elvis could hear the stress in her voice, but he knew she was doing this all for him. because she loved him so much. Why? He'd never know.

"You're gonna work yourself to death if you don't take a break."

"You're one to talk." she stole another kiss from him.

"Well, at least let me help ya."

"And give you more stress? uh-uh." Cecelia shook her head, "You just sit here, look pretty, and don't worry about me," she looked at the clock, knowing she had to report back to Binder. Elvis knew she had a job to do, but he was missing his best friend. He was missing his wife, "But you can take the twins out to lunch?" Cecelia mentioned as he nodded. Cecelia was halfway out the door until she thought of something else to mention.

"And another thing, sweetheart!"

"Hmm..."

"Try not to cream your pants during the next show..." She smirked as he looked at her with a shocked expression,

"How'd you even-"

"Elvis... I know those grunts and moans." she pulled him by the belt of his robe, "Very... Very well... And I kinda missed them," she whispered in his ear.

"I-I-I- doubt that Cece."She kissed his neck slowly. As a groan rolled from his lips,

" Damn it, Cece, you tease..."

"Am I teasing, or am I just missing my-"

"Daddy! Elaine and Jessie shouted as Midge cleared her throat. Cecelia pulled away as Elvis blushed,

"You were amazing daddy." Elaine grinned,

"Thank you, little biscuit."

"No, you were fantastic." Jessie smiled, "I wanna be like you when I get older!"

"Thank you, trouble! Elvis ruffled his son's dark brown hair as he laughed, "Say, how would you two like to have lunch with me?" The twins cheered, taking his hands and running him out of the dressing room. Cecelia watched in pain as she saw her family leave her behind. Lately, that was how she felt. And she didn't like it, of course, it wasn't Elvis's fault, it wasn't anyone's, she was a mother and a wife now, her days as the rock and roll star were fading, and she'd soon accept it.

Elaine was sitting next to her daddy in the NBC Cafe. She had seen a few of her favorite actresses pass. Elvis noticed how she'd get shy and wave while Jessie would have conversations between his burger and fries. He found it funny how they were similar to him in ways. But so much like their mother,

"So, Daddy." Jessie started, "I was thinking, since you are on TV, I could be on TV too, and I-I-I could sing!" Elaine cackled at her brother as she snorted,

"Whatcha gonna sing!" She teased,

"I'll sing one of Mommy's songs..." He stuck his tongue out as Elvis shot them both a glance that they knew. Oh, so well.

"Sorry, daddy..."

"You know. One day, you two will stop fighting and get along. Guess that'll be the day dogs and cats become friends," Elvis laughed.

"Daddy, can we watch the other show?" Jessie asked as Elvis thought about it. He did want his family in one place, but he also knew they'd fall asleep. Still, he wanted them to see what all it was that he did.

"Sure."

After the show, Cecelia was sitting on the stage, sighing. She was up deep in stress, swimming in it even. Cecelia now not only understood Binder's stress. But she understood everything her mother went through.

"You will make sure he sings; Here comes Santa Claus, correct..." Oh, how that man's voice made her skin crawl.

"It's his show, Parker..."

"But you are his wife... aren't you afraid that the... the.. money will run dry, and you'll be a nobody from North Carolina again."

"Nope..." she kept looking over the paperwork, "I was someone before Elvis, and I'm still someone with him. Now, what do you want."

" Him to listen to me..."

"Yeah... That's not gonna happen, but good luck!" she laughed,

"You listen here. He has a reputation to uphold-"

"Elvis Aaron Presley has a reputation that you managed to almost diminish... " she stood up,

"I- I don't know what you mean..."

"Maybe I can spell it out for you, 1958..." she grumbled, "The year his world turned upside down." Cecelia gritted her teeth, "Cutting his hair sending him away... His mama died, and my sugarplum was never the same..." she teared up,

"But he was an all-American boy that looked-"

"He was a crying, sobbing mess who couldn't get his mama back! H-He was different after the war, lost even. Elvis wouldn't barely eat. He didn't feel like singing anymore-"

"Cause he wanted to act Cecelia!" Tom laughed,

"Cause he barely wanted to live anymore!" tears in her eyes, "You weren't there trying to ease him slowly off his pills between takes. Or-or sleepless nights when the memories got hard to face!" Cecelia shouted, "You didn't have to be there for the nightmares! Between crying children and... And," She tried to walk away as the colonel opened his mouth again,

"But I was there to comfort him like a father... and like a mother... more than anything you could understand." Tom smiled,

"Then you'd understand that for once in his life... He wants to do things his way again." she looked at him,

"But Singer..."

"It's either his way or Singer can take the fucking highway! GOD DAMNIT!" she screamed as she ran out of the soundstage, " I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Cecelia shouted as she trailed off into the hallways.

Cecelia and Elvis had been through hell and back together, but there was nothing she wouldn't do for him, and he felt the same for her. She just wanted to see him smile again and love what he did again. Cecelia looked at her reflection as she saw the 19-year-old girl with her guitar in hand and her skin-tight dress on,

"Even when I'm married and have kids, I doubt I'll stop being me..."

How did that bright-eyed girl manage to slip away? When she looked back up, she saw the twenty-three-year-old woman. Comforting her fiance as he cried endless tears on her shoulder. And crying on his shoulder, scared she'd never see him again. But she was still herself, bold and proud. But now she was thirty-three and wondering when she stopped being so bold, so herself, if only she could get a comeback too.

"Hey, C You're more than welcome to stop for the

night," Steve said,

"I think I'll stay for a bit," she heard the music playing from the locker room, "But I'll see you all tomorrow for the big Bordello Scene, right?"

"You got it, C." He smiled,

Looking through the window, she could see Elvis playing his guitar with Scotty, Elaine, and Jessie, who was sleeping while his Memphis Mafia was sitting around listening. It was like Cecelia was back in 1954 on the road again, hoping from hotel to motel, playing guitar together.

"Hey, E the Mrs.'s is at the door!" Lamar pointed out,

Elvis looked over as he saw her warm smile. Cecelia waved as he ushered for her to come in and join them. She shook her head no until he gave her his infamous pout. Cecelia walked in. She rolled her eyes,

"Glad you could make it, Mrs. Carolina." Jerry joked,

"Figured I needed the break..." Cecelia sat next to Elvis as she kissed his cheek. Elvis could see her tear-stained cheeks, but he'd ask her about that later,

"You gone play us something?"Red asked

"Oh, I couldn't. Besides, my Gretsch is at the house and-" Scotty gave her his guitar as Rosa puffed out her cheeks.

"Well, if you insist..." She laughed, "Uh, you remember the chords to Hey Good Lookin?" she asked,

"Last I remember, you re-recorded that song." Elvis poked fun as he started the song.

Laughter filled that room at 3 in the morning, and she couldn't be happier to see her Elvis back in action. It made her proud of the sacrifices she made to keep him happy.

"Hey E, we'll take the kids home for ya," Red said as Elvis nodded. Everyone could tell he was worried about Cecelia. She wasn't her usual self, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

"So what's this? I hear about you and the colonel ..."

"It's nothing..."

"I could hear ya screamin... and you don't raise your voice unless somethin's really botherin you."

"I just wanted to defend you," she shrugged,

"Doll, you don't have to."

"No, I do... Look, I don't want you wearin yourself so thin," she held him by the face, "You don't have to be Elvis Presley when you don't want to." she smiled, "You don't have to be him for anyone, not even me." she said to him, tears pooling in those blue clouds of his that they called eyes.

"Cecelia..." he was lost for words.

"I just love you too much..." she cried in his chest, "I love you so much it hurts me seeing you not happy..." he held her near,

"I love you too much, too." he kissed her head, "I know... You worry about me as I worry about you," he took a deep breath, "But baby, you can't wear yourself thin either, not for me or anyone," he laughed, "You do so much for the kids, and you do so much for me, I need you to do something for yourself, baby." He said as if he were commanding her to do so. "You don't have to be Cecelia Presley around me. You can be the Cece I love and remember."

"Guess we just gotta enjoy the roses together..." Cecelia looked at him as he kissed her nose,

"Guess so,"

"Hows about I take you out to dinner."

"Elvis, it's 3 am I've got a meeting in the morning..."

"Shit, it's dinner somewhere, ain't it," Elvis said as she remembered what he had said to her,

"Throw in a strawberry Milkshake, and I'll love you forever."

"So you mean I didn't have to buy you a ring?" she began to laugh as he smiled, "There's my beautiful girl."

The two were sitting in the diner, binge-eating on the most greasy foods they could find. They hadn't uttered a sentence towards one another, but they both knew that the other appreciated the time they were sharing together,

"You know, the other day. I was out where they shot Rebel without a cause where Jimmy Dean was, and I wondered..."

"Wondered what Star Shine," Cecelia asked

"How he had such an impact with such a short life." He sighed. Cecelia didn't have much of an answer, but she took his hands, "Because he did what he loved." She smiled at him, "You know I was thinking about doing music again, but..." Cecelia stopped in her tracks,

"Is it something you love..."

"Yeah..." Cecelia smiled

"Then what's stoppin you, honey?" Elvis asked as he saw tears in her eyes. This must have been something on her mind, "Everyone is saying I'm done." She laughed, "The press, the studios, Tom..."

"I haven't said it," Elvis mentioned as she shrugged,

"Face it, I'm a mother now," She laughed as Elvis looked angry, "You're Cecelia Shanel Presley and Damnig, you're beautiful, smart, and a hell of a singer and guitar player, shit better than me even."

"You flatter me, baby." Cecelia chuckled.

NBC Studio's June 28

"Alright, that's the schedule for the day." Midge smiled. The crew disbursed as they got to work turning the soundstage into a pink whorehouse wonderland. The dancers would then rehearse the number for the scene, and Cecelia and Steve would call action, and everything would be good to go for Elvis. Cecelia had watched the girls in their gorgeous pink outfits go over the dance to Let Yourself Go. She remembered when Elvis recorded, and listening to him sing it made her feel. Oh, how she missed those days, "Alright, girls. We'll try it with the music." The Choreographer said as Cecelia watched. She followed along with them out of habit. Walking out of the room, Cecelia went to her office and checked the schedule. Everything was going smoothly, or so she thought.

"CECELIA, ONE OF THE DANCERS, SPRANG HER ANKLE," Midge shouted as Cecelia ran back to the set. She was only gone for five minutes. When she came back. One of the lead dancers was limping,

"Hey, This is your chance, Cece," Midge smirked,

"This is Elvis's show," Cecelia smiled,

"But you know the dance," Steve added,

"And the song," Midge smirked,

"Oh, no, no!" Cecelia laughed, "My days are..."

"Here, put this on and go see makeup and hair," Midge said, handing her a short pink two-piece dress. Cecelia nodded as she tried on the dress. Pink rhinestones were trailing down the asymmetrical skirt. And the halter top that matched, going into the hair department. She had a teased ponytail with a pump. Her makeup was bold, with her iconic lipstick, and her jewelry was pieces that a highly paid working girl like her character would earn with her money. When Cecelia looked in the mirror, she was no longer lost. She could feel a piece of herself coming back to her,

"Cece, we're ready for... woah," Steve said, trying not to blush.

"Too much?" She asked as he shook his head,

"Perfect, actually." Steve smiled, "Alright, so Elvis will be in the chair, and then he stands. You're going to seduce him by singing and dancing." He explained to her as Midge smirked. The directions were simple and easy. It was just Cecelia wondering if she deserved to be up there with those bright-eyed twenty-somethings. When Elvis came on the set, he introduced himself to the girls and realized one was missing, but he shrugged it off.

"Hey, Pres, one of the girls sprung her ankle, but we did have a replacement," Midge informed Elvis,

"Is she late?"

"No, no, she's a little uh shy, if you will," Midge smirked, "But I know you'll love her," Midge shook her head with hope as she signaled for Binder to call out,

"ALRIGHT ACTION!'

As the song started, the girls got to dancing, and Elvis walked in with his all-Jean outfit. They would then sing to him as he was sitting in the chair. Elvis felt like a kid in a candy store. There were girls on him everywhere, touching him and giggling, and on the sidelines watching for her que was Cecelia, who was siking herself out about it. She couldn't do this. Cecelia was past her prime. She was a mother, Cecelia was a wife, and she was on! Sauntering across the set she did her spin that led her into the lap of Elvis.

"Don't be afraid, just relax and take it real slow..." She sang as she brushed her nose to his, her hand on his thigh, the other on his chest as he leaned in to almost kiss her. The two then stood up as she pinned him against the wall, "Cool it, baby, you ain't go no place to go." The rest of the women following her lead, Elvis couldn't take his eyes off his wife. He was mesmerized by her, watching her do her dance solo. All he could do was smile. But also feel his jeans getting tight. But then Cecelia had done something he never knew she could do before. Taking him by the hand, he hand spun her as he had rehearsed with the girls, but there she was in a split,

"Kiss me nice and easy, but take your time!"She pushed herself against him as she felt him on her neck,

"Cause baby, I'm the only one here here in line." Elvis sang back to her, "All you gotta do is just," he grunted as she moaned, "Let yourself go," the outro repeated as she sat in his lap as the girls surrounded him, "You're the sexiest one you know." He whispered in her ear as she smirked,

"I know." She winked,

"CUT!" Steve smirked, "That was perfect! The raw passion, the seduction!" he laughed, "How'd you even manage to!"

"She's Cecelia Shanel Presley. She can do anything," Elvis said, carrying her bridal style.

"Where are they going," Steve asked,

"Somewhere that Singer sewing machine can't go," Midge smirked,

"Where has all that been hiding..." Elvis asked. They were both lying on his couch with only a blanket covering them, "I guess seven years of becoming just a wife and a mother hid me away." she mumbled. Elvis kissed her forehead as his hand was still on her thigh, and he was still buried deep inside her loving warmth. "Well, no more hiding, baby." He kissed her passionately as she moaned, "It's your turn to shine."

"In what..."

"Don't get mad at me, Cece... But..." Elvis trailed off,

"What did you do..."

"I may have told your mama it's time you get back out there on tour, new records, maybe even Vegas..." Cecelia playfully swatted at him, "What about the kids! What am I going to wear!"

"Cross that bridge when you get to it, honey." He kissed her again as she laughed, "I would offer you Bill, but, uh, he's mine," Elvis joked as she rolled her eyes.

"Elvis, can I be honest with you," Cecelia asked,

"Of course, honey, always."

"I haven't felt like myself lately... I felt invisible. I felt trapped in a box again and-" She sighed. Cecelia knew that what she was about to say would devastate Elvis. But he needed to know, "I felt like I wanted to die, so secretly, I've been taking these depression pills and..." Cecelia looked at Elvis as he hugged her,

"And have they helped?"

"Not really," Cecelia shook her head, "They made the thoughts worse."

"Why didn't you tell me!"

"Cause I had to be okay for you. And the kids, my mother, Dodger, the mob, your cousins, your father! My Father!" She began to breathe hard,

"Cecelia, you don't gotta be happy for all of us. If you're hurtin'. Honey, tell me, I can't lose you. It would break my heart." He held her tightly, "Understand? You're my best friend, my wife, my reason." Cecelia hugged him tighter.

"I love you, Pres." She cried,

"I love you more, Val," He kissed her forehead,

"Hey, Cece, the phones for you." Midge said,

"MIDGE GO!" Cecelia shooed her off,

"Alright I'll tell your mother you're too busy warming Elvis up!"

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #new series #60s elvis #70s elvis #possible smut #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x oc #cecelia valmos #there may be smut soon #elvis the pelvis #i hope this is okay!

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Mr. Sinister

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Mirror on the Wall (Tell Me All the Ways to Stay Away)

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One Love, Two Mouths

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Embracing With Two Hands

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I Know It Sounds Absurd (Please Tell Me Who I Am)

What if things went differently….

Mr. Sinister ☽☪︎⋆ Remix

Hey You, Would You Help Me To Carry the Stone?

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Stepdad!Leon:

An Open Invitation (To A Perfect Domination)

What You Do To Me (No One Knows)

I’m Not A Bad Man (I’m Just Overwhelmed)

And I Can Tell Just What You Want (one shot)

Stepbro!Leon:

The Darkest, Most Depraved of Joys

Our Hearts Steady Beating

Total Control

Behind Every Lie There’s A Bird Song Within

You’re Shakin’ Like Tremolo

Hey Pretty, Won’t You Take A Ride With Me?

Dressed Up to the Nines Again (And Anything Really Could Happen) - stand alone one shot

Subby stepbro!Leon:

I Can Be Your Thrill (Can I Be Yours?)

Office Exec!Leon:

Out of the Blue

Alcoholic stepdad!Leon:

If You Could Only See

Roommate!Leon:

They Were Roommates

Dark Stepdad!Leon:

With Devils Inside Me

Crack Fic w/ all three stepdad!Leons:

It’s Moving Faster (It’s Coming Closer)

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With Your Hands Between Your Thighs and a Smile

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Eyes Burning a Way Through Me (Overwhelming, Destroying so Sweetly)

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xtrafluffyteddy · 2 years

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Returning the favor

pairings: Eddie munson x reader , Steve harrington x reader, Billy Hargrove x reader

Mentions: fighting, choking, threats, breaking and entering, assault, happy ending though

This is part 2 to late night comforts

You had decided to stay home for the week after the incident calling into work explaining what happened and asking them if they could reschedule some of your meetings for next week.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself” eddie questioned as he came out in his work uniform having gotten a job at the music store in town “yeah are you sure you’ll be okay? I can always take off?” Billy repeats coming out in his lifeguard uniform “we just want you to be safe” Steve finishes coming out in his family video uniform.

“Guys guys I’ll be fine really im a big girl he was just a coward who got me while I was vulnerable that’s all” you reassured them sending them each a small smile “now get goin I gotta clean the house and deal with somethings and y’all are gonna be late” with that you shoved them out of the door waving them off as they all drove away letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You busy yourself with cleaning the house, catching up on laundry, meal prepping lunches for the week when you heard a rough banging on the door “now who the hell” you slammed the sponge down into the sink of soapy water ripping off your gloves, you stomp towards the door swinging it open only to be met with the same man from that night. You quickly try closing the door only to get shoved to the floor as he forces his way in “I thought I’d find you here just had to wait for those guys your shakin up with to leave” he roughly grabbing your arm hoisting you up and throwing you against the couch you couldn’t help but since as the air in knocked out of you. “Now why don’t we finish what we started him” you gagged at the sound of him fumbling with his belt finding a burst of strength kicking him hard in the crotch sending him folding over.

You take your chance quickly running to your bedroom locking your door and grabbing your phone calling the first number that comes to mind, it rings 3 times before Billy picks up “honey why are you callin” he questions concerned “he’s here Billy he’s-“ you stop talking as you hear the man ram his shoulder into your door trying to break it down to get to you “please hurry” you hang up before Billy can answer again. You quickly look around for anything you can protect yourself with coming up empty handed as he forces his way in. “Seems we have to do this the hard way huh” with that he smacks you upside the head with something heavy sending you falling to the floor blood dripping from your temple “so-me one help” you called weakly feeling stupid for not checking who was at the door first.

Billy was driving like a bat outta hell Steve and Eddie tailing him as they rushed home. Once you hung up on him he was quick to call the other two keeping it short by saying “she’s in danger” that’s all they needed to hear as they all rushed out of their places of work speeding off well over the speed limit towards the place they call home.

When billy gets there he doesn’t even turn off his car he just gets out rushing inside taking in the busted front door and the signs of a struggle. “HONEY!” He calls hoping for an answer heart dropping into the pit of his stomach that he’d already taken you that is until he hears another loud crash coming from your room. He began running down the hall Eddie and Steve hot on his trial as they kick down what was left of your door only to find the man ontop of you touching you where he shouldn’t be. The threes bloods boiled as they took in the sight of you half conscious weakly fighting back. The man looks up immediately climbing off of you “hey guys I wasn’t doin anything she was-“ before he could finish Billy already had him on the floor punching the absolute shit out of him being spurred on by every crack he heard. He only stopped when Steve pulled him off “he’s no use dead Billy!“ Steve shouts decking to also give the man a swift kick to the crotch before spitting on him.

“Call 911” eddie calls out from beside you having taken you in his arms “stay awake sweetheart can you hear me can you hear me” he snapped his fingers in front of your face as he tried to keep you lucid. “Billy’s calling I’ll grab something to keep the pressure with” Steve rushes out of the room coming back with an old dish towel gently laying it against your head feeling a little relief when you wince and flutter your eyes open “ow fuck” you rasp looking up at the two “what happened” everything went black after you hit the floor “nothin honey nothin ambulance in on the way” billy held your hand as they all stared at your poor broken self “is he gone” you whisper weakly “not yet but he will be” billy reassured as he looked up at the sight of red and blue lights flashing outside “he fucked up my doors” you joke tiredly still trying to make them laugh even if you were badly hurt “nothin we can’t fix” Eddie replies as he hands you off to the paramedics who wheel you out on a stretcher.

A couple of days had passed since that incident you were ready to be checked out of the hospital already, you missed your bed, your home, flavorful food, most off all you miss the boys, yeah they were there constantly but it wasn’t the same. When you were finally cleared for discharge it was billy who came to pick you up helping you into his blue Camaro “we’ve got a surprise for you when you get home honey” billy smiles over at you “ah that’s nice is it that new dishwasher I’ve been wanting?” You joke tiredly picking at your nails a nervous habit you picked up from being in the hospital. “Much better I promise” he gently squeezes your hand giving you a comforting smile.

When you reach your house it was like nothing ever happened your front door was fixed with new locks and when you walked inside Eddie and Steve shouted “surprise!” In unions having hung up a “you kicked ass banner” you couldn’t help but smile as you pulled all three of them into a big hug “I’m so happy to have let you three move in my home- our home” they squeeze you tight relieved to have you back again safe with them like they were safe with you.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie st4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader

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kpopcookie0813 · 7 months

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NCT REACTION TO YOU DOING THE WAP (MAKNAE LINE)

Warning: Kind of smutty....

Xioajun:

HE LOOK SO PRETTY!!!!🙂🙂

I feel like he would also give a stank face cause you think you cute ( And you are queen PERIOD). Yeah he would not like it one bit lol lowkey judging you.

Y/n: Junnie look X: *stops what he is doing to look* X: *gives you the gif look* Y/n: Fuck you to then😑😒

Hendery;

DIS MINE RIGHT HERE!!!!(6/9)🤪🤪

I feel like he would be a flirt. He will give you that look and ask if you wanna take it to the room.

Y/n: *you start doing the dance* H: Hey baby what you- damn🤤 Y/n: *you turn around* what H: *walks up to you grabs you by the waist pulling you close and whispers in your ear* Let's take this to the room.😈😏 Y/n: O-okay😳

Renjun:

INJUNNIE😊😊😊

I feel like he would just stare until you notice that he is staring.

Y/n: *doing the challenge* R: *😶😶* Y/n: *looking over the video making sure you did good* R: *😶😶* Y/n: *you turn around and see him staring* Damn boy take a picture it will last longer *you laugh* R: Good idea Y/n: *rolls eyes playfully and laughs again*

Jeno:

HE GETTIN BIG!?!?!?!?!😳😳😳

He would be like Johnny and tell you to go sit down somewhere cause you not shakin no ass for nobody but him.😂😂

J: Baby what are you doing? *He says coming in your room* Y/n: *stops making video and hides phone* Nothing. J: Why are you hiding your phone? Y/n: I-I'm not. J: Okay well then let me see Y/n: *hands Jeno the phone* J: *sees what you were doing and glares at you* Why were you making this video Y/n: Because my fans asked me to do the challenge. *Laughs nervously* (Your TikTok famous) J: *laughs sarcastically * Don't do it again Y/n: But- J: *glare* Y/n: Fiinne

Haechan:

I feel like his reaction would be like Hendery I'm mean they are like twins.🤩🤩

Y/n: *practicing the dance while singing the lyrics out loud* THATS SOME WET ASS P**** GET A BUCKET AND A M- H: BABY WHY ARE YOU YELL- *sees you twerking*😦😦😦 Y/n: *turns around and sees Haechan* Channie whats wrong H: *comes up to you pulls you to him to where your lips are almost touching and grabs your ass* You just looked really sexy doing that dance and I think I have a problem now because of you. Y/n: *kisses Haechan* He picks you up and y'all got to the room and you know what happens😏.

Jaemin:

HE BEEN LOOKIN A LIL TOO GOOD LATELY!!!!!😏😏😏

Prepare to be up under a needy, clingy, and attention seeking boyfriend all day. After he sees you doing that dance you probably won't be going anywhere for days because he wants you all to himself.

J: Princess where are you? he says looking for you. Y/n: * doing the dance* I'm in the living room. J: *looking on his phone then looks up* Oh I just- shit *sees you hit a perfect split while twerking* Y/n: *finishes then turns around* What?! J: Oh, um Can we cuddle please🥺🥺 Y/n: *you laugh* yes Jae 😊 J: *pulls you on the couch and y'all cuddle all day*

YANGYANG:

Since this boy reminds everyone of annoying orange (He still my baby tho. 7/9),😂😂😂 I think that he will mess up your video to annoy you cause deep down he know he don't want you dancing like that on camera. You would be making the for the 55th time and finally got it right almost being finished and he messes it up.

Y: *walks in the room to see you dancing* Y/n: *messes up again* ugh I hate this shit *tries again after complaining* Y: *starts thinking of a way for sabotage and immediately knows what to do* Y/n: *feels happy cause it's going well* Y: 1 2 3 *jumps in-front you messing the video up* Y/n: YangYang what the fuck🤬 Y: *laughs* aww baby, come on it was a joke *pinches your cheeks* Y/n: *smacks hand* *roll eyes and walks away*

Shotaro:

HE SO CUUTTEE.🥺🥹

He would be flustered and turned on. Gets shy on how to ask for help with his problem that you caused. He might even help if you help on the dance.

Y/n: *practicing the humping part on the ground to get it right* S: Bebe I wanted to know if-😳*sees you trying and gets turned on* Y/n: Baby can you help me please S: Y-yeah sure Y'all might be doing a lil sum sum later to fix his problem *wink wink*

Sungchan:

HE LOOK SO NICE..😫

I don't really know what he would do. Probably stare at you like Renjun did but with lust.

S: *comes in your shared room and sees you dancing and stares* Y/n: Hey giraffe S: *snaps out of trance* Hey shorty *pulls you in his lap as he sits down on your bed* Y/n: I'm not short your just super tall *you say as you wrap your arms around his neck* S: yeah sure *pulls your hips close to his and leans in giving you a kiss and lays down with you in his arms* Use your imagination for the rest.

Chenle:

MY ONE AND ONLY(7/9)🤤🤤🤤

He would be over dramatic. You would know that he is in the room when you hear a dolphin scream. He might overreact but deep down he likes what he sees.

C: *walks in the living room when he sees you grinding* AAAAHH WTF Y/n: *falls on the floor in shock* CHENLE C: I mean it's not my fault you up in here bumping and grinding everywhere. Y/n: YOU DON'T HAVE TO SCREAM THOUGH C: Why you yellin at me😶 Y/n: Sorry it's just you was being to loud. *kiss him and he kisses back and you guys hug and watch tv together*

Jisung:

MY JISUNG PWARK(9/9)😯😯

Boy gon look like a whole red tomato. He gets so flustered over seeing all that ass shake.

Y/n: Sungie can you watch me do this dance to see if it looks good. J: Yeah, sure baby. Y/n: *starts doing the dance and almost finished* J: *watches you finish but is stuck for words* Y/n: So how was it. J: U-uuuhhhh it was amazing Y/n: Really are sure you're not lying, are you? Jisung: No no jagi it was really amazing it just caught me off guard. Y/n: *pulls Jisung to your face with hands on his cheeks and kisses him on the lips* J: *kisses back then after a couple of seconds pulls away* I love you Y/n: I love you too.

I know that Shotaro and Sungchan are in RIIZE now, but they were in the group when I wrote this story so, there gonna be in this and other NCT as a whole stuff from my book on Wattpad then after I add those drafts, they will be only in RIIZE. As well as Lucas he was in my wattpad book for NCT also so, same goes for him but he will be added with soloist section. Also, STAN RIIZE AND XUXI!!!!!

#nct ambw #xiaojun #hendery #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #yangyang #shotaro #sungchan #chenle #jisung

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onlyarogue · 3 days

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Here you come again. Lookin' better than a body has a right to And shakin' me up so. That all I really know is here you come again…And here I go.

#[some things are deeper than skin/ rogue & gambit]#rogue will never admit she thinks of him when this song come on #616 made Rogue liking Dolly canon and well who am I to say no?

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ayato Dark [Prologue]

Monologue

The one who inherited those immense powers,

was Ayato-kun.

After the outcome of their battle, which took place at Edenーー

ー A flashback ensues

Ayato: …Ugh.

…Fuck off…I…

I’m the greatest person in this world!!

*Cling*

*SLASH*

*CLATTER*

Karlheinz: ーー Ugh.

Yui: ( Karlheinz-san is…!! )

Ayato: Haah, haah, haah, haah…Kuh…

Karlheinz: …Well done…Now all of my powers shall go to you.

Ayato: What…?

Haah...Hehe. I expected you’d put up more of a fight.

I guess your age’s catchin’ up on you, Old Man.

Karlheinz: ...Fufu.

Ayato: ...What? Do you still have some kind of trick up your sleeve!?

Then stop hidin’ like a coward and show yourself!

Karlheinz: A trick, huh...? I suppose you could call it that.

Ayato: The fuck!?

*Cling*

Karlheinz: However, let me be very clear. I will fight you no more.

In other words, I surrender.

Ayato: ...Surrender? Excuse me...?

Don’t be spoutin’ that sappy bullshit!

Stop bein’ a whiny wimp and get your ass over here! I’ll put a proper end to this fi...ーー

Karlheinz: Did I not just tell you that this fight is over?

Ayato...You won against me. As proof of your victory, I shall entrust you with my immense powers.

Ayato: Wha...!?

Yui: ( Karlheinz-san’s powers!? )

Ayato: Your powers!? I don’t want that crap!

Karlheinz: Fufu...Are you sure about that?

Ayato: ...What are you tryin’ to say, huh!?

Karlheinz: Ayato...I thought you wanted to become the very best, more than anyone else.

If you were to earn these powers, said wish will be fulfilled. There will not be a single person in this world who could match you.

Your word shall be law.

Ayato: ...

Karlheinz: ...What do you say? You want these powers, don’t you?

Ayato: That’s not the issue! I’m already number one, with or without those powers!

Karlheinz: ...Fufu...Ahaha...

Then you should definitely take these powers and try standing there. At the true top of the world...

Ayato: Once again! I don’t need that crap...ーー

Karlheinz: ーー Now be on your way, Adam. Down the path of destruction which will lead to the birth of a new world!

Ayato: ...!?

Yui: ...Ayato-kun!

( I’m being blinded by the light...! I can’t see anything! )

Ayato: Kuh...

ー Ayato collapses

*Thud*

Yui: Ayato-kun!?

ー Yui rushes to his side

*Rustle*

Yui: Hang in there!

Ayato: ...Yeah...?

Yui: ( Thank god...! He’s unharmed! )

Are you alright?

Ayato: Yeah...More importantly...Where is he...Where’s the Old Man...?

Yui: ( Karlheinz-san has... )

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Che...So he vanished...?

I thought I was pretty clear that I didn’t want these...

Yui: ...Ayato-kun, then...

Ayato: Hmph, exactly. Seems like that Old Fart...passed his powers down to me...

I don’t really know how to describe it, but it feels odd...

ー The flashback ends as the scene shifts to the living room of the Sakamaki manor

Yui: ( Right now, there is nobody who can beat Ayato-kun in terms of raw power. )

( He got them from Karlheinz-san himself after all. I guess it’s to be expected. )

( But...That’s not the issue. Lately, Ayato-kun has... )

Ayato: ーー ...i. Oi! Chichinashi!!

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

Ayato: Whatcha been spacin’ out for, huh!?

I can’t believe you wouldn’t notice that Yours Truly has been callin’ you.

Yui: I-I’m sorry! I was a bit lost in thought...

Ayato: Hah, in thought, huh?

I get it. Knowin’ you, I bet you’re still shakin’ in your boots after the conversation from earlier, right?

Oh come on, there’s no reason to worry, is there? After all, you’ve got me.

Whoever shows up at this manor, I’ll be sure to make quick work of them.

Yui: Right...

ー Reiji walks up to them

Reiji: I have absolutely nothing against you chasing out an invader, however...

Ayato...I can only imagine that you will lose control over your powers once more and send the whole manor flying as a result.

Laito: My thoughts exactly. Our Familiars only just returned the manor to its original state, remember~?

I can’t even relax at my own home because god knows when we’ll have a repeat of last time’s disaster. It’s troublesome, really. Nfu~

Ayato: Fuck off! I was havin’ a bit of an off day back then, that’s all!

Laito: So you just blew up the whole place. I really wish you’d be a little more careful.

Even Bitch-chan got hurt as a result. Are your injuries okay now?

Yui: ...Yeah. They were just some scratches, so I’m fine.

Laito: Geez, what a bummer~ I was hoping I could use it as an opportunity to treat you by licking the wounds.

Ayato: Wha? ...Laito, you bastard! If you try doin’ anythin’ funny to her, you’re dead!

Laito: Yeah, yeah, I know. So stop sending the manor flying into the air, okay~?

Reiji: Haah...Cut it out, the both of you.

Laito, if you do not stop with your unnecessary provocations, you will find yourself in a world of trouble again as well.

Laito: ...Sure~ Well then, I guess I’ll hit the road.

I doubt I’ll be able to relax if I stay here~?

ー Laito leaves

Reiji: Also, Ayato. Don’t you think it is about time you understand the position you are in?

Ayato: Aah? My position?

Reiji: Yes. Why do you think we deliberately chose to stay here in the human world?

So that you could at least learn to wield your powers a bit better, as you are currently still too inexperienced and therefore lack the ability to properly control them...

Ayato: Oh shut up. I never asked for any of that, did I?

Besides, I’m pretty much using them to the T, aren’t I?

‘Cause if I wanted to, I could easily send you flyin’ any second. Hehe.

Reiji: ...

Ayato: Oi, Reiji. You’re actually pissin’ your pants, aren’t you?

I’m pretty sure you know that you stand no chance if I were to go all out?

Yui: A-Ayato-kun...

Reiji: ...It appears to me that trying to have this conversation with you is a waste of time. Now if you’d excuse me.

ー Reiji leaves

Ayato: Heh...What do they say ‘bout sore losers? (1) Serves him right!

Yui: Ayato-kun, don’t. You shouldn’t say that...

Ayato: Ah? Got a problem with it?

Yui: ...Not a problem but...

( Lately Ayato-kun has been jumping on every potential conflict and using it as an opportunity to display his powers... )

( Just the other day, he blew up the entire manor over a small sibling quarrel. )

( I mean, there have always been a lot of arguments between them but... )

Ayato: Hehe. Anyway, did you see the look on Reiji’s face just now? ...That guy’s seriously terrified of me.

Yui: ...

( Of course he is... )

( All of us learnt just how terrifying his powers are when he sent the manor flying... )

( Even Shuu-san was astonished by it, and that says a lot... )

( I wouldn’t say they’re shaking in their boots around him but... )

( I’m sure that all of them fear his powers. )

( On top of that, Ayato-kun seems to be getting a kick out of it, if anything... )

Hey, Ayato-kun. Listen...

Maybe you shouldn’t provoke them so much...?

Ayato: Ah? What’s the issue? If they’ve got a problem, they’re more than free to come at me.

I mean, only if they actually believe that they can win against me. Hehe...

Yui: ...

Ayato: ...Why are you making that face? You don’t look so pleased.

You wanna try and defy me, huh?

Yui: ...Oh no, not at all...

Ayato: Heh, as long as you understand. Just be careful, ‘kay?

If you don’t know your place, you might just get hurt again?

Yui: ...

Ayato: ...Hehe, just kidding. That was a joke, come on!

Look at your face. Hilarious. There’s just no way.

Yui: ( Oh, it was a joke... )

( But that got me nervous for a second... )

Ayato: Don’t worry. I won’t let you get hurt as long as you obey me.

Yui: ( Ayato-kun... )

Ayato: Anyway...I’m kinda starvin’...Guess I’ll go look for somethin’ to eat.

ー Ayato walks away

Yui: ( Like this he’s no different from the Ayato-kun I’ve always known but... )

( It’s just... )

( According to what Reiji-san told us, chaos has broken loose in the Demon World. )

( Apparently the different races are fighting each other to try and determine which clan will be the next to obtain sovereignty... )

( All of this is happening because Karlheinz-san is gone... )

( So is it really okay for Ayato-kun to act like this when he is the one who inherited his powers...? )

Yui: ( Besides...At first I thought Ayato-kun wasn’t too stoked about the whole situation but... )

( What has happened to him...? )

Laito: Hey, Bitch-chan. Could you join me for a sec?

Yui: Huh? Laito-kun. Didn’t you say you were heading out earlier...?

Laito: Hmー That’s still the plan, but there’s a little something I’d like to talk about before that.

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Laito: I guess here should be fine.

Yui: What’s wrong?

Laito: Well. How do you feel about the way Ayato-kun has been behaving as of late?

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: I mean, he has really been on a roll, hasn’t he?

Instead of trying to learn from the mistake of letting his powers go out of control, it almost seems like he’s made a game out of it...

Yui: ( Maybe he has... )

Laito: I think his powers might have gone to his head and he thinks he’s the main character from some kind of anime now.

Ayato-kun’s such a kid after all. Nfu~

...Well, let’s just hope that remains enough to satisfy him...

Yui: ...? That...

( What does he mean by it...? )

*Thud*

Ayato: Fuck...! Where did that girl go!? Oiー! Chichinashiー!

Laito: Oh dear? Seems like somebody is looking for you. I suppose I’ll take my leave then.

ー Laito walks away

Yui: Ah, Laito-kun...!

( There he goes... )

ー Ayato runs up to her

Ayato: Oh, there you are! God, I take my eyes off you for two seconds and you disappear.

Oi, make some takoyaki for me right now! And it better be the good stuff too!

Yui: Takoyaki? S-Sure...

Ayato: Awesome, let’s go then!

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah...Ayato-kun! No need to pull that strongly...!

( I wonder what Laito-kun was trying to say...? )

( Or perhaps I’m just reading into the whole thing too much...? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Ayato most likely wants to make a reference to the proverb: 負け犬の遠吠え which literally means ‘the distant howling/barking of a losing dog’, referring to someone who complains or acts bitter while knowing they have to admit defeat. However, Ayato being Ayato, he of course does not remember how the full proverb goes. :p

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