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aizawaskittenwhore · 3 years

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𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦.

𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 (+𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 18+ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1.5𝘬

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘴/𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺/𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘮𝘸𝘢𝘩.

“man, fuck you, the horse you rode in on, and your weak ass dick! just leave me the fuck alone.” you spit, arms crossed as you shoot the man in front of you a glare hot like jet fuel.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

izuku midoriya is one of the sweetest people to grace the earth

there’s no doubt about it.

but know he is not afraid to put yo ass in a fucking headlock and pound his way into you, voice thick and raspy as he asks you just who the fuck you think you’re talking to.

he’s grown up quite a bit since high school

and refuses to get bitched by anyone, especially his own girlfriend.

a saccharine smile inches across peony pink lips, spreading over porcelain teeth

“you uh... you wanna repeat that, honey?”

you know you’ve made a mistake

he’s got that look in his eye, ravenous and wicked

“look...izuku, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to snap like that—“

“that’s not what i asked. i asked you...if you wanna repeat that.”

would definitely strap your ankles to a spreader bar, reveling in the way you continue to writhe against it

only to cry out in desperation once you realize that the more you struggle, the wider your legs go

or he’ll make you cry as you struggle to form a coherent apology, words choppy from the the remote controlled vibe is sending shockwaves through your heavily sensitive clit

he’d kneel above you, smile wide and innocent as he turns it up to the second most powerful setting, hard-on growing at the sight of your head lolling back while you try to appease him with sorry after sorry

“i-izuku—fuck, fuck! mmh— it’s too much....please, please, ‘m sorry! i didn’t mean it, ’m too sensitive—please just let me make it up to you baby—“

“all you gotta do is say the magic words sweetheart, and i’ll give you what you need.”

yeah, he’s one of those motherfuckers.

“remind me who’s pussy this is, and this’ll all be over with.”

“god, fine!! it’s yours okay! nobody else’s..now please, please fuck me izuku, i need you—“

doesn’t hold back for a second when he’s staking his claim all over your body, a calloused thumb roving over your clit gently, mindful of your sensitivity but edging you closer and closer to a fifth orgasm

happily smears strings of thick, sticky cum all over your stomach to mark you as his

and doesn’t hesitate to lick it off the supple, soft skin of your torso, the milky white substance congealing with transparent slippery saliva

he grasps your face firmly, fingers pushing your cheeks inwards and causing your spit slicked lips to jut out in a pretty little pout

“open.” he mutters before dripping the salty concoction onto your awaiting tongue, a throaty groan rumbling in his chest as he watches you happily swallow every last drop

“good girl.”

the aftercare is immaculate, izuku taking his time to wipe you clean so tenderly, lips pressing against each and every bruise, your body pliant as he whispers sweet reassurances into your sweat soaked skin

“much better now, right?”

you nod, eyes heavy as you sink into the warmth of his chest, hands clinging to him like he could disappear at any moment

“happy i could help you relieve some of that tension honey.”

“but talk to me like that again, and i promise you that’ll be the last time you call anything about me weak, especially how i fuck you. got it?”

prepare to be not only throughly sore the next day, but to have to conceal fingerprint shaped bruises on your hips and thighs

takes pictures of your fucked out face to have for future incidents where you decide you wanna talk like you have zero home training

and isn’t afraid to flash katsuki one or two whenever he gets to talking about how he could take you from him.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

“so that’s how you wanna act, hm? if you needed some dick you should’ve just fuckin’ said so instead of always runnin’ your damn mouth.”

he whirls you around, pelvis pressing into the small of your back, rivulets of sweat beading at the base of your neck from his close proximity

he’s such a glutton for putting little bitches like you in their place.

blade sharp canines dragging against the curve of your neck, pathetic attempts to maintain your resolve falling from unsteady lips

“the hell’s wrong with you—you already know i’m with izuku...i’m not doing this shit to him again—”

but you were already gone when his lips slotted against yours, body throbbing at the contact

now izuku was a good lover, a giver, a pleaser at heart

always putting your enjoyment above his

but eventually one grows tired of slick tongues and curved fingers, pretty whines and gentle kisses

you wanted “fuck you”s, spit flying along sick expletives hurled at your bowed, desperate figure, sweet sticky semen coating your throat after it was abused and stroked as though you were a piece of plastic.

and as luck may have it, katsuki was more than willing to provide.

yet today you’d had enough, his subtle touches when you passed one another had garnered izuku’s attention; you’d reassured the male that it was nothing to bother with, that the two of you were just coworkers.

at least when his balls aren’t in your slutty fucking mouth, thick bubbled spit dripping onto your home screen as you text izuku that you’ll be home late for “stir-friday” once again.

the best sex was on days like today, when you got just a little too reckless at the mouth

when you needed a not so gentle reminder of who’s leaving you breathless all hours of the night

takes his time with you, fingers teeming with a slight brine as they’re sloppily thrust into your mouth with a “shut the fuck up talking to me like you don’t know who the fuck i am.”

degradation? baby, you’ve met the man.

“wanna act like a bitch, that’s fine. just don’t complain when i leave you limping like one, got it?”

you’re shoved atop a desk, it’s contents forgotten as katsuki latches onto a tit and proceeds to leave mark after mark, striving to rid any trace of your lover

panties tugged to the side, fingerpads waltzing up the length of your—no, his pussy

kisses down your sternum and the plush skin of your stomach, flipping you opposite him before snaking his tongue between your southernmost lips, devouring you like a man starved

but doesn’t let you cum, not yet anyway

“katsuki—please, i need it, don’t fucking tease..”

hates when you whine because it chips at his hard exterior, he’d give anything to pull another cry from you

“beg for it then. you had so much to say earlier, eh? go ahead and put your mouth to better use, fuckin’ slut.”

spanks you while he eats it from the back cause he can

and don’t even get me started on his size kink

lives for making you feel small against his large stature and even larger ego

“damn, you’re tight...thought deku would’ve broken you in a bit more for me by now—”

his pace is angry and unforgiving like his mouth, leaving you no mercy when he finally takes his place between your thighs

“that’s it...take that shit. don’t run...come on, tell me who’s dick you go dumb for, say it—“

“yours! j-just yours, never ‘zuku. fuck! m’ so fucking close please, please—“

cant fill you up like he wants, but settles for painting your body with splotches of white, watching them mix with your now-purpling bruises

and when izuku calls your phone on the hour to ask when you’ll be home, that cocky fuck answers

“relax. your little girlfriend and i are at the office with some reports, she’s so damn uptight...been on my dick this entire time. “

“should probably loosen her up more, maybe she’d be less annoying.”

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

he secretly loves it when you get like this

while dabi loves the rush of tossing around some brainless slut with a thing for fucking mass murderers

pussy was much better when it came with a little resistance, a little push back before he got what he wanted

“dabi come on..let her be. i’m sorry sweetness, this guy botherin’ you?”

his counterpart, keigo, was a top tier scumbag with grade-A looks, words mingling with a dulcet voice that could turn water into wine if he pleased

sienna wings bristled against his shoulder blades as he leaned down, an arm coming across your chest casually, bent over the back of the couch

“don’t call me that shit. actually, both of you are bothering me.” you grit, a hand swatting away tanned nimble fingers that were slowly making their way towards a breast

“see what i mean kei? she’s being a fucking brat. can’t stand bitches like her, always thinking they’re too good for guys like us.”

dabi takes a seat to your left, cyan eyes raking over the curve of your hips ravenously, staples gleaming in the bar’s gentle yellow glow

he was going to have so much fun breaking you in.

“ i think i know what her problem is....somebody just wants a little attention, right? hell, look at how she’s dressed...”

keigo’s eyes have taken on a darker energy, a hand winding around the width of your neck and squeezing lightly

“i don’t want anything from either of you assholes—wait, the hell are you trying to—ah!”

taking advantage of your pliant state, dabi’s hands begin to roam over exposed skin, a scarred set of hands slithering up your top

his abrasive fingers tweak your nipples roughly, rolling them between a forefinger and thumb with a lustful glare

“come on...don’t you want us to make you feel good? tell us you don’t want us to cream you like a fuckin’ twinkie, and we’ll leave your bitchy ass high and fucking dry, just like this.”

you hate them, the last thing you want is for either of these douchebags to be what gets you off

but god do keigo’s lips feel like heaven on earth when they’re against your pulse point like that, and dabi’s profuse experience shows in the way he manipulates your body to make you sigh in ecstasy, fingers slipping past drenched lace with ease to tease your sensitive clit...

“we—we shouldn’t do this out here, someone might see...s-shit, ah fuck—”

“so what? don’t want everyone to see how much you like getting double teamed?” keigo taunts, tongue darting out to soothe the harsh bruise he’d finished sucking into the skin beneath your ear

“nah, i think we’ll take you right here. besides, it’s just us and the boss man tonight. ‘should let him watch though, maybe he’d learn a thing or two about what a good fuck really looks like instead of that hentai shit.”

“so...you in or not? my hand’s starting to cramp.”

you nod, the motion serving at the catalyst for a number of debaucherous things that would soon happen to your body

marking is an absolute must

keigo’s practically feral once he knows you’re his to play with, love bites littering the expanse of your tits, neck, even the inside of your thighs

dabi marks you too, but he’s not nearly as nice as keigo, leaving handprints all over your ass, each one accompanied by a harsh yet tolerable burn

you can thank his quirk for that

they’re sloppy and they know it, dabi’s spit creating web-like strings connecting your pussy lips together, the metal barbell wedged between tongue muscle retreating from beneath your trembling thighs

meanwhile keigo’s reveling in the way your spit coats his dick in an effortless gloss, a hand keeping your head steady as he drives into your throat with reckless abandon

the saliva making its way down through the valley of your breasts while you struggle to breathe, eyes watering in both panic and pleasure as the two use you like a toy

they take turns, metal and heady sweat flood your tastebuds when dabi takes on keigo’s previous stance

dabi certainly makes sure you give his balls special attention. it doesnt enhance his pleasure, he just likes seeing you get so nasty for him.

not so high and mighty when you’re gargling the dick of one of japan’s most wanted, are you?

keigo’s dick reaches depths you didn’t think possible, tip prodding your innermost spots and making you sputter pathetically around dabi’s length, eyes burning as you try to control the heat in your lungs

“nah nah nah, don’t get all teary eyed now—thought it was “fuck us and our weak ass dick”? hm? well this weak ass dick’s makin’ you choke like a two dollar whore, and keigo’s about to pump that sloppy cunt full of cum...still think you’re better than us?”

you’re tossed between the two men like a ragdoll, until your body’s spent and you’re bred so good that you drip with their mix of fluids every time you shift a little

the men don’t hesitate to compliment your endurance, praising you for being “such a good little fucktoy”.

which in dabi’s words, is the closest you’ll ever get to a “sorry for bothering you”.

𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢:

let me tell you a thing or two about shota.

he has no time, or tolerance, for bullshit.

between his atrocious sleep schedule, nightly patrols, and his day job as a high school teacher, he doesn’t have the capacity for mind games

so when you’d snapped on him like that, he did what he felt like was the most logical thing

he left you alone. he wasn’t about to get into some childish argument all because he didn’t give you the reaction you’d wanted over a dress

aizawa’s not a reactive man by nature

so when you’d purchased the sultry number, seams tight and neckline waivering on indecent

he’d merely hummed at the article of clothing in approval, committing the sight to memory before going back to finish reviewing his lesson plans for next week

which to you, wasn’t good enough. you wanted him to exhibit some sort of lust, something that made you feel like you still had him in the palm of your hand

it wasn’t like the two of you weren’t having sex, no not at all. but you wanted to feel like he wasn’t just attracted to you, but craved, desired, was desperate for your touch every now and again

and when he’d given his...lackluster feedback, you exploded, the two of you briefly exchanging words before you’d said that. shota was in no mood to argue, so he excused himself from the room to continue his work

“sorry if i actually want to, you know, feel desired by my own boyfriend? god, it’s like you don’t even look at me anymore.”

that comment stung, even recalling your wounded tone made his heart ache

was he really not paying attention to you?

but, unsurprisingly, the feelings of anger didn’t abate. just what made you think you could play these games with him, the two of you were grown, you knew if you wanted something all you had to do was ask—it made no sense

steel pen tip digging into the hurried scrawl of kaminari’s essay....if you could even call it that, he rose from his desk, relieved his tense neck from the presence of hair by knotting it into a high ponytail

beginning to strip as he made his way toward your shower

you wanted him to look at you? alright. he’d do exactly that, and then some. just remember, be careful what you wish for.

“shota? look... i’m sorry for how i acted earlier. i should’ve just communicated how i felt instead of blowing up on you like that, i just get frustrated with how much you work and how we never see each other, and it makes it hard for me to—mmph!”

he meets your lips with a subdued roughness, hands splayed across your hips, water trickling across stiffened knuckles while he fumbled and scoured for any piece of you he could manage to grasp

“you said you feel like i don’t look at you anymore.”

“lets fix that. i have a proposition for you. if you manage to hold eye contact with me for however long it takes for you to cum, my body’s yours to do whatever you want with.”

“however...look away for even a second, and i’ll have no problem reminding you just how much you can take before you’re begging for me to fuck you. you know how...efficient i can be. sound fair?”

now something he’d alluded to, but never said about this little agreement? there was no way for you to win.

on days where his exhaustion levels weren’t at an all time low, he’d find himself lapping at the slightly acidic, rich nectar between your thighs for hours and hours on end

so what made you think you even had the resolve to maintain eye contact the entire time?

you lose, though that was to be expected

and shota couldn’t be happier about it

now while it’s practically canon that he’s into bondage, let’s switch things up a bit

honestly, he’s the type to love proving a point.

he’ll make you ride his dick, not letting you stop for a second even though he’s practically in your stomach at this point

bad at it? he doesn’t care. your knees are giving out? not his problem.

“sho-please, i can’t, ‘s too big...fuck—“

“damn, and to think i had ‘weak ass dick’ before. now you can’t take it? pick a side sweetheart, your desperation is showing.”

he’s not incredibly vocal in the bedroom as that’s just not who he is

but makes an exception when it comes to making fun of you

“come on, you can swallow more than that, right? tch. you’ve gotten lazy.”

is another one of those “take a photo for future reference” type of people. but he’s respectful of not only your privacy but his own, and keeps it in the hidden photos folder of his camera roll like a sane adult.

he had to learn the hard way about the importance of concealing scandalous materials that one time hizashi was using screen sharing to suggest a new learning course during a staff meeting

only for the blonde to scroll and several pairs of eyes in the room to be blessed (or cursed) with the sight of a rather ecstatic looking woman bent in a position that would make a gymnast blush

also likes to give you sloppy, shallow half strokes to drive you to the point of insanity before spreading your ass cheeks and molding your body to the bed beneath you

“you wanna know what i was thinking about when you walked out with that dress on? hm? i wondered... ‘how long it would take before we used it as a cumrag after i was done with you?’ i thought about doing this.”

oh, and by the way, there’s a mirror above your bed for a reason. but we’ll get into that some other time, won’t we?

#izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #aizawa x reader #deku smut #bakugo smut #dabi smut #hawks smut #aizawa smut #mha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #kittybutmakeitferal #thanks once again for 1k you nasties!

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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Nerdflirt

Henry Cavill x reader twoshot (1/2)

Word count: 2.768

Disclaimer: tiny, tiny hint of fluff

Summary: There’s apparently a bit more involved than just paint and innocent flirting, when you meet a stranger on Instagram with a shared hobby.

Find the second part here.

This story is based on a prompt I received from @aestheticqueenb

(Link to my Masterlist)

‘Maybe, you can like…I don’t know…find some new hobby or something?’

Your friend had said it more as an after thought during your Zoom chat, but here you were. Thinking yet again if she was perhaps right. A new hobby. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to find some diversion in these strange times. Like. You had ordered some of these picture paint books for adults since they were all the rage, but you had grown bored of them again.

Heck. You had even asked your boss if you could help him out while stuck at home. But apparently the restaurant business was really on its ass and you’d just have to wait for things to settle down and regulations to become less restricting.

This whole COVID-19 thing had initially seemed like a bit of a fad. Like some sick joke that nobody stopped at the right time. It was just a fever, right? Well, apparently…it wasn’t. You could still remember the moment all too well when you were sent home, told to wait for news. Hours passed. Days passed. Weeks passed. But there was no sign of things soon to improve.

And thus you resorted to adult colouring books and sulking away on your desk chair.

Stretching out you pushed the chair away from your desk, the tiny wheels immediately halting as you bumped against your bed. Oh yes, it was also good to mention you were slowly losing your mind because your studio apartment was SOO friggin’ small you couldn’t stretch as much as a foot without bumping into a piece of furniture.

Not a problem when you have a social life. But very much a problem when you hadn’t. Usually you worked a lot, went out with friends, enjoyed to go for a run. And home? Home was just a conveniently placed bed in the middle of London.

Now, however, it was a constricting prison that seemed to strip away your sanity piece by piece.

As had become second nature by now you opened your phone, fingers automatically refreshing the front news page. Scroll, scroll, scroll. No new news. Then your e-mail. No new e-mails. Then perhaps look for some “inspiration” - whatever you needed that for - on Pinterest? Scroll, scroll, scroll. Okay, no, this is dumb. Going back to the mainscreen your thumb hovered over the Instagram button.

You honestly didn’t like the app much. Fake people. Fake fun lives. It just wasn’t your cuppa tea. And yet you never got so far as deleting it since you did enjoy seeing baby pictures of your baby niece.

Okay, fine, maybe there were some new pictures or something. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do and so you opened the app, only to be confronted with a somewhat confusing image. What’s this? A large pair of hands painting an absolutely tiny polystyrene figurine. Why is this on your timeline? Your eyes gazed up, even more confused when you read the name “Henry Cavill” above it. Pfft. Probably some attention whoring from another bored superstar. You shook your head and scrolled on, eventually giving up again.

You groaned, feeling the abyss of utter boredom suck you in once more, your eyes wandering to the world outside. It was sunny, a spotless blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Hilarious, ain’t it? It’s nice weather out in the UK and guess what? You’re stuck inside because the whole world is in lockdown.

So…now what? You just had lunch, your apartment was pristinely clean and you already went for a run this morning. You sighed and turned your chair back so you could awaken your trusty old friend again. Your laptop. Perhaps Google something random? See what you find? The internet’s your friend, right?

Open. Google.

You bit your lip, thinking of something. Anything. But your mind was a blank.

Hmm. Oh. You know what. Maybe it’d be fun to know what kind of fake nerd Henry Cavill actually was.

You opened Instagram again and, of course, his post was back on the top of the timeline. It was almost too easy. #GamesWorkshop #ProperGeek #Custodes. Hmm, probably one of those three tags were the secret. You decided to enter “custodes”, since it sounded the least familiar and hit enter.

Before long you had dived head first into the miraculous world of Warhammer miniature strategy boardgaming and the most ludicrous, but fascinating lore. There was a medieval variant, a sci-fi variant and some ancient Rome and English civil war stuff. All including a well-thought out background story and even more figurines then you could count. Pretty cool figures too, you thought, haphazardly clicking on “order” while scrolling through one of the webshops.

Like it contained some kind of bomb, the mailman sprinted off, leaving the small package behind while you opened your door. Fuck this corona crisis. You couldn’t even..greet the fucking mailman.

Picking up the package you carefully moved it to your desk. Would they be fragile? How tiny could tiny really be? There was only one way to find out, you decided, picking up a pair of scissors and cutting open the small brown box.

Well. Okay. That’s tiny. Tiny tiny tiny. Perhaps you had been a bit too over enthusiastic about just randomly picking up a new hobby. Like..did you even need like special paint for this? Carefully you placed the kit sheets with the hundreds of tiny pieces in them on your desk and bit your lip, deciding what you’d do next. Tiny heads, guns, wings, all stuck in a meticulously thought out grid. Where to start? Perhaps look for some inspiration? Tips and tricks?

The internet is your friend.

Silly as it was you ended up scrolling through Instagram again, this time on the profile of some “SirEltharin” who posted daily updates on his miniature painting. And just like you, he had bought the Retributor Squad from the Adepta Sororitas, the all-female fighter division that were also known as “The Sisters of Battle”. Just thinking how ridiculous that sounded made you chuckle. Were you a nerd too now? Perhaps.

He just posted something new you noticed.

‘These ladies are hard to tame! Oops, painting accident..’ He posted, along with a picture of some smudged paint on one of the figurines. You chuckled, commenting without much of a second thought.

LadyGrim - ‘Well at least you started..I just can’t get myself to paint :X’ - 1 minute ago SirEltharin - ‘No need to be Grim, good Lady. What’s keeping you from starting?’ - 2 seconds ago

Hmm. He responded immediately. A smile reached the corners of your lips as you shrugged and typed again.

LadyGrim - ‘Painters limbo? No honestly it’s my first set and I’m out of my depth here.’ - 2 minutes ago

SirEltharin - ‘Well if large male hands can do it. Surely a Lady can do it too? ;)’ - 30 seconds ago

LadyGrim - ‘Size can be deceiving.’ - 2 seconds ago

Your eyes rested on the screen for a bit, hoping he’d respond, but eventually giving up. Your eyes turned towards the sheets with the figurine parts on the other side of your desk.

Welp, it’s not like anyone could judge you for trying, right?

You painted that whole day, finding it nerve wrecking and meditative all at the same time. You hadn’t even noticed that it was past dinner time, until your stomach really started to growl with hunger.

After cooking yourself a simple pasta dish you sat back on your desk chair, forking the pasta into your mouth while opening your phone to check on any news updates. No news. Mail. No mail. Pinterest? Skip. Instagram. Heck, why not.

*New message from SirEltharin* Hmm. A private message. You didn’t even know that you could send private messages in Instagram, but alas, perhaps you were just a failed millennial.

SirEltharin - ‘Hey :) Guess what? I totally screwed up that figurine and have to do it all over again. Started any painting yet?’ - 2 hours ago

LadyGrim - ‘Perhaps you gave me all your good luck? Just started and..maybe..it actually starts to look pretty cool?’ - 2 minutes ago

SirEltharin - ‘Which one did you start with?’ - 2 seconds ago

Damn, guess it wasn’t just you who was bored to bits. This guy was one fast responder.

LadyGrim - ‘The one with the book? At least, I think…. So many parts..’

SirEltharin - ‘Yea. Requires a bit of strategising hehe. Besides..holy fervour and good faith!’

LadyGrim - ‘So why did you chose the sisters? You’re a guy right?’

SirEltharin - ‘And that’s a problem? ;)’

LadyGrim - ‘No..’

SirEltharin - ‘Honestly though. They’re cool. Strong women.’

LadyGrim - ‘Who got betrayed by the man they promised to serve.’

SirEltharin - ‘Ah you read the lore? Yea..men are dicks haha ;)’

LadyGrim - ‘Can’t agree more.’

You back and forthed throughout the evening. Starting off with some Warhammer 40k related banter, but soon drifting off to talking about the Corona lockdown and the boredom that came with it. SirEltharin didn’t let off a whole lot about himself, which made your imagination run a little wild.

Perhaps it was this “milady” type of guy, that’d tip his hat at you, then grow annoyed as soon as you didn’t immediately fall in love with him. Or, maybe it was this skinny pimple-faced guy who only ever played female characters in games. Or a really, really fat guy. He did say large male hands. Large…could be fat? Or at least chubby? Ugh. What did it matter anyways. Men, you had decided, were always going to disappoint.

SirEltharin - ‘Hey, just curious by the way. Why did YOU decide to start painting?’

LadyGrim - ‘Are you asking just because I’m a girl? ;)’

SirEltharin - ‘Hardly. What do you even think of me?! ;)’

LadyGrim - ‘Okay. Don’t call me an idiot. But this movie star, Henry Cavill? He posted an image and though I absolutely think he’s one of those fake nerd celebrities who are in it for the attention, it did get me interested in the figurines..so..I just ordered and..here I am!’

He stopped responding after that. For the rest of the night. Did you say something wrong or did he just not see your message? Ah..whatever. It didn’t really matter. He was just some stranger on the internet. You started Netflix and crawled onto your bed, wasting away another evening bingewatching How I Met Your Mother.

The next morning he had responded again. Around 5 am. Damn. Nerds ARE night owls, you thought, sipping your freshly brewn cup of french pressed coffee while leaning against your tiny kitchen block.

SirEltharin - ‘Can’t really say that without knowing him, right?’ - 3 hours ago

SirEltharin - ‘Anything in particular wrong with Henry Cavill?’ - 2 hours ago

LadyGrim - ‘Woa woa. No harm meant. Sorry. Guess I just don’t trust ‘em pretty boys?’ - 3 minutes ago

SirEltharin - ‘How’s that so? And good morning, Lady ;)’ - 2 seconds ago

You bit your lip and let out a deep sigh. Oh this man didn’t know what hellfire could come his way, opening THAT topic.

LadyGrim - ‘Good morning ..and..I doubt you’d be interested.’

SirEltharin - ‘You had my curiosity, but now you have my attention.’

LadyGrim - ‘Fine. Let’s just keep it plain and simple. Lied to, cheated on and continuously disappointed. Guess I’ll just have to become a lesbian?’

SirEltharin - ‘Don’t let a few bad ones ruin it for the rest of us. Has it been long?’

LadyGrim - ‘Long?’

SirEltharin - ‘Apologies. I mean. Since you last dated?’

LadyGrim - ‘A year or so.’

SirEltharin - ‘And how old are you? Or am I being too bold asking such a thing?’

LadyGrim - ‘It’s fine. Thirty. Had my birthday two weeks ago. So yea..becoming a bit of an old spinster hehe.’

SirEltharin - ‘Belated happy birthday and..hardly a spinster, right? I mean. I’m 37 and haven’t found anyone yet. Heck. I guess I’m the old spinster here haha.’

LadyGrim - ‘I doubt the same rules apply for men.’

SirEltharin - ‘Trust me. We are all judged.’

Weeks passed and you and Sir kinda started to really get to know each other. You both lived in London - how practical -, were pretty enthused about sports, liked dogs (he had one, you wished you had one) and were close knit with your family. You with your sister, who already had a few kids. And he with his brothers. All with kids. Teasingly you donned each other the nicknames ‘Uncle and Aunty Spinster’.

You knew he had looked on your account. Seen some pictures of you. Even made a few comments on them and liked everything new you posted. But he, SirEltharin, remained mostly a mystery. You tried to talk yourself out of your curiosity, but couldn’t help but lay in bed fantasising about him. The only body part you had seen of him to this point were his hands, and they were actually quite pretty hands. Well manicured nails, strong fingers. It meant he probably wasn’t SUPER fat. So. That’s something.

Eventually the COVID-19 related regulations were becoming less restrictive and for the first time in months you could go back to work. The very news had made you both reluctant - you liked this new rhythm of painting and chatting with SirEltharin -, but also happy. Finally getting out of your tiny apartment, finally getting back to work. It may require some getting used to again, but this was just what you really needed.

In your enthusiasm you posted a picture on Instagram of your work outfit as it lay neatly spread out on your bed sheets. Your boss had made some quirky shirts to celebrate the reopening of the restaurant: “Brunello’s back” was written in fancy white lettering on the back of the shirt. You giggled as SirEltharin liked it within a split second.

SirEltharin - ‘Back to work hmm?’

LadyGrim - ‘Yep. Its all fun and games until the rat race starts again.’

SirEltharin - ‘Sounds Grim ;)’

LadyGrim - ‘You know me too well Sir. Anyways gotta go. Bye!’

SirEltharin - ‘See ya.’

See ya. You always thought it weird when strangers said that at the end of an online chat. Clients sometimes said it at the end of a phone reservation. That was understandable though; they were to come to the restaurant. But complete strangers? There was no such thing as “seeing you around”. However in the case of SirEltharin you were willing to let it slip. He probably didn’t think anything of it.

For a first night it was already quite hectic at Brunello’s. The room, although still far less bustling than usual, was filled. People were obviously eager to pick up their social lives again, the animated chatter of guests zooming around the room while you paced past the neatly spaced white clothed tables. Brunello’s was a rather luxurious restaurant and mostly businessmen and well-to-do families and friends came here to wine and dine. Tonight was special though, as a few celebrities were sitting in the far corner. Including a familiar face: Mr. Cavill, your eyes immediately falling on him as he seemingly was giving you a questioning look.

Perhaps he just wanted to order some drinks, you thought, halting next to the table and offering them your most kind, professional smile - ignoring the curious pair of blue eyes that tracked your every move.

‘Good evening and welcome to Brunello’s. Is there anything I can help you with?’ You spoke, the sentence fluently tipping of your tongue, your eyes wandering slowly over the guests. Most of them were unfamiliar to you. And Mr. Cavill..you tried to just not give him any attention as he was still burning his eyes into you.

‘We actually could use some advice on the wine. We’d like to start white, slightly fruity, perhaps French? Though the Italian one also sounds quite nice.’ A small blonde woman spoke, peering over her menu card.

As this was not your expertise, you called for the sommelier, stepping back to make room for him. And all the while you felt those eyes, gazing at you, almost brazenly. What was up with this Mr. Cavill? Or did you maybe have something funny on your face and did nobody dare to tell you? Shyly you excused yourself, leaving the guests in the capable hands of the sommelier, and quickly made for the women’s bathroom to check your face.

There was nothing out of sort when you looked into the mirror. Strange.

Peeking quickly on your phone, a habit when you were alone, you noticed a new message popping up on your Insta-chat.

SirEltharin - ‘I think we need to talk.’ - 30 seconds ago

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incarnateirony · 4 years

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I get blends of innocent beans confused with what queer coding is or isn’t, and malignant beans misappropriating points, so we’re gonna do a quick run through.

Queer coding started as a malignant thing. The truest use of the phrase “queer coding” came from stereotypes and villainizations that straight people found sCaRy. This is like, why Scar seemed classically flamboiyant, or a variety of Disney villains were long, lanky, gestured exaggeratedly, wore eyeliner, etc. There’s a million examples but I’m not going to cover them all because I think you get what I mean. At the time, straight culture was painting gays as bad so painting villains as how straights perceived gays was like, super useful, cuz it creeped the straights out oOOoooOOo.

When people talk about queer coding enforcing stereotypes, if you’re talking about the original form of queer coding, this is inherently true. However, coding reached other levels, and has adaptive forms.

For example, watching (as I’ve been mocked for saying 10,000 times, but because it’s needed) The Celluloid Closet will clear up a lot for you. Subversive queer coding is when queer creators use a great deal of things to communicate with a queer audience past censorship. The film documentary (if you can’t read the book -- which I understand, it’s difficult to find) clears a whole fuckton of this up.

There’s some things that, quite frankly, we as gays know as part of our language. It is what it is. While it’s not a stereotype, it’s quite literally a language I highly warn straights against stepping into, because then they flounder around confused on what’s our actual language and what’s a stereotype

A truly innocent bean asked of me yesterday, well why then is menthols fair subversive queer coding? How is that not a stereotype?

Well like, because it’s facts. And that’s really, really hard to wrap ones’ head around from an outsider straighty perspective or even someone who’s queer but trapped heavily in a hetnorm world outside of where this is visible and/or in the wrong demographic otherwise. A black person who hangs out with black people of all orientations is not going to blink at a media dude getting menthols generally, because it’s one of the cultures that statistically engages in it to the point of memes about Kools or whatever. That’s not my culture, I can’t comment on much beyond that, but it’s just something to take note of.

But even if you don’t want to take someone’s word on “no, seriously, white dudes smoking menthols is queer culture and literally like a great sign for a hookup to another queer white dude”, google the various intersections of gender and menthol, race and menthol, and sexuality and menthol.

This isn’t pulled out of thin air. These were populations quite literally heavily targeted by Big Tobacco and, by nature, are the ones that smoke it, whereas Big Tobacco put(s) on airs of masculinity and chick-magnetness to smoke good ol non-menthol shit. It’s literally marketing. Yes, it does literally impact who buys product and yes, it does after generations have a noticeable affect. Track the numbers I told you to google down and you’ll realize less than 3% of menthol smokers identify as straight white men (depending on the way the numbers sort out and the year of polling, often 1.x%, 3% is the liberal number).. Lemme tell you, on the street, that’s an “okay, honey :)” when you do find it. Maybe a little pat on the head. An invisible brochure for Welcome To The Gays. Like, White Men make up more than 31% of America and they still refuse to tally more than 25% of the US as queer [some censuses as low as 6% and LOL] so like-- that should be like minimum 25% of dudes available and nope, 1-3%)

(that’s not to say all gays or even all white gays smoke menthol, but this is that rule of “not all fingers are thumbs, but all thumbs are fingers” in loose application.)

But understanding these things, these signals, from the outside is utterly flabbergasting to people.

No, someone making an immasculating joke is not subversive queer coding. No, a dude wearing a certain kind of shirt or eating a certain kind of food generally isn’t queer coding (Unless it’s a rainbow flag BITCH IM GAY shirt, or uh, maybe for food quiche or hummus? I mostly joke for the latter two, but that’s the kind of self ball punching queer community sometimes does to itself in awareness that yes, there ARE elements. No, eating hot dogs and burritos isn’t gay. Yes, we make make penis jokes. No, that isn’t itself queer coding.)

When a queer author codes a piece, it’s designed to communicate to the resonant audience. It also may not communicate to /all/ gays. The language of a middle aged cis gay man that lived through the AIDS crisis is a whole other fuckin adventure from the language of 17 year old trans gays squatting behind their Xbox, it’s just fact, it’s just what is. Completely different cultures and lives being lived, completely different experiences resulting. A few things here or there may connect across generations but some shit that’s written by a gen Z gay is gonna whiff by a boomer gay, sorry. Also just facts.

Explaining exactly what is and isn’t queer coding is almost impossible beyond the fact that “if you don’t get it, it’s probably not for you.” -- At the same time, that leaves the problematic room of people taking that grey area and packing in a bunch of shit and we’re back to ground zero on the original problematic queer coding.

I once read a meta of uh-- I’ll just say, [Fantasy Character]. The fantasy character had an addiction problem that gave them villain-like attributes. Someone implied the “villain coding” made it queer coding. Okay like. Fucking absolutely not. Because if the show in question WAS doing that, first off, that’s literally the kind to make mockeries of gay people so you literally shouldn’t be reaching for that and second off they’d be doing that lanky sassy bitch with eyeliner bullshit like Disney villains with it, give or take. You don’t apply this shit in reverse, “he has villain attributes and so he’s gay” is literally the worst possible angle to take a discussion while trying to slap fight in a representation arena. Like I can’t say enough DO NOT DO THIS SHIT.

If you wanna write fic or headcanon whoever as gay or whatever have fun but like once people keep trying to talk about “coding” you’re talking about conscious elements inset by the authors. Does a character have a bunch of on the record sexual encounters that just happen to include dudes persistently even if we don’t exactly get the exact angle or Proof Of Dicking? That’s gay (also depending on the phrasing, as settled in older stuff, that’s just deadass queer text and settled long before this fandom ever had pissing matches about this shit in older cinema.) Does the character happen to be respectful and use like gender neutral pronouns on people? Sorry folks that unto itself isn’t gay, that’s gays writing allies at best, unless you can give specific and directly applicable situations relevant to the character rather than eternally vague blogging through and swearing up and down it’s just about their partners or some shit. Yelling it in general though, sorry, no.

Does the character engage in things or events with non-het gendered partners that in the very least are heavily coded into the areas of relationships even if they’re unclear (eg, do they routinely go out with non-family people and hold deep or meaningful conversations in things that LOOK like a date, even if nobody SAYS it’s a date) -- congrats, you have coded text. Alone it could even be queerplat stuff, depending on the suprastructure of the plot, text, subtext and everything else around it (same way, gasp, a man and a woman can sit at a table and not necessarily be in a relationship, but if they’re trading courting gifts and having unique and powerful exchanges or have big like, “the heart is the thing that binds us together uwu” shit, we all figure out what the fuck is going on like grown assed adults.)

It’s easier to list things that are NOT subversive queer coding:

Insults against gay people

Immasculating commentary

Random foods short of it deadass being a gay author making fun of some gay meme shit in some gay equivalent of ‘right in front of my salad’

Favorite colors or clothing

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We got it? Good. Rule of thumb though. Deadass unless you are involved in some thick-ass queer culture don’t try to queer code shit. I don’t even care if you’re queer yourself because that doesn’t mean you’ve actually been subject to the culture in a meaningful way. There’s 30 year old bis that grew up in white picket fence suburbias on top of trust funds with hovercraft parents guiding them through 17 degrees and keeping them out of party culture that married a het-passing relationship and settled down and started having babies and their grasp of queer culture ends at what they perceive out of memes online, if they even hover in actual queer crowds online at all as much as general ones. That person literally is not going to speak much of the language. They aren’t. At best they’ll speak the language of 30 year old trust fund het-married bisexual mothers which, I mean yeah, technically some queer language but that’s a very, very fucking niche experience path right there compared to street-dwelling club-goers that attend pride, hold D&D parties with all their coworkers they figured out are gay on the weekend, occasionally brick a window in a riot. The latter is gonna have a far more diverse queer experience. And by such, a far more diverse queer language.

That’s not even to gatekeep. 30 year old trust fund het-passing-marriage bi-mom is in fact bi. So yeah, they’re queer. But we’re talking about language and culture, which is related to but not something you inherit. It comes by lives and experiences.

And I think this is where a LOT of the fucked up early Queer Coding fuckery comes from in discourse. Yes we have a language. Hell, to some extent a few things might even kinda BE stereotypes but there’s a certain amount of living and being where you know the difference between “this is a stereotype made by straight people villainizing us that has no idea what we’re fucking like” or “this is a stereotype born out of mass marketing that targeted and victimized then imprinted on an entire population that we’ve come to recognize among ourselves.” Or even “this is a stereotype but FUCK YES it’s one we embrace, go get fucked, straights.” And it’s not NEARLY as ambiguous as fandom circle jerks try to make these things out to be in the interest of wanting every interpretation to be valid or every character to be gay or not wanting to admit some person may know what the fuck they’re talking about more than they do.

Huge point on that last one though, because like. I’ve seen some angry straights that are pissy about the show try to throw wrenches in the gears by concern trolling as if in defense of the gays about “offensive queer coding” and most of the time they’re basically that “how do you do fellow kids gays” meme. “How do you do gays I am very concerned about *checks notes* the twitters talking about gay men walking fast” and half the time turn around like two tweets later like “besides the character doesn’t even have a lisp anyway” or some bullshit that is outright offensive ass stereotyping while they’re out here trolling over the fact that a gay man admits to diva worship as a cultural trait.

General rule of thumb: ask a queer culture immersed gay about queer coding.

Shipping culture in the blue hellsite is not queer culture, for the record. Even if a bunch of queerfolk are in it.

Thanks.

Sincerely,

A very tired gay

#supernatural #spn #fandom #queer coding

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sukiandthemarauders · 4 years

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FIRELIGHT (Zuko x OC) C2

word count: 3,707

warnings: mature language, drinking, and just cuddling :D

a/n: Chapter 2!!! Zuko and Kai are finally getting closer again after a gajillion years apart, and I just can’t wait to let their relationship unfold! Let me know what you think, MUAH <3

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Chapter 2

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Unfortunately, Aang wasn’t able to celebrate his birthday with the rest of his friends because he had to take care of business first upon arrival at Republic City. So instead he took Zuko and Sokka to continue planning the democratic council they were forming along with Toph and Suki, for they were in charge of training the new police force.

Kailani claimed that she had been a part of enough reconstruction of the world to last a lifetime, so she sat out from the trip to the rest of the city and hung back with Katara. As the waterbender had mentioned before, the girls hadn’t seen each other in two years, and so they realized that the newfound alone time they were granted gave them an opportunity to catch up. In fact, they were reminiscing so much about the past that they remembered their shared love of red wine, and popped open a bottle.

Kailani had already given Katara a full tour of Air Temple Island, let the both of them try on all her clothes, baked some desserts in the kitchen, and tried to figure out which of them could bend hot steam better. They finally found themselves sitting on top of Appa in his saddle with their lips painted red, and their eyes glossed over with drunkenness. Katara usually never drank, for she quickly became the designated mother of the group whenever they were all drinking together. But seeing as it was only the two girls (and Kailani insisted that Appa and Momo would watch them), the blue eyed girl decided to let loose for the night.

“Momo’s a very handsome lemur.” Katara spoke in between giggles. “Do you think he would be a lady’s man—sorry, lemur— in the...lemur world?”

Kailani stretched her arm to scratch the top of her head, but seeing as Momo sat perched atop the airbender’s brown crown of waves, she scratched the lemur’s leg instead. “I met a rather dashing ring tailed lemur at the Western Air Temple. Momo would have charmed the stripes off of Paya’s tail!”

Katara burst into an endless fit of giggles— a side effects of the intoxication—while Kailani pulled Momo from her head and hugged him close to her chest (and ignored him trying to claw his way out), expressing her inner neediness that was projected in her inebriated state. The two girls agreed that it wouldn’t be a terrible idea getting drunk together because they didn’t necessarily have any unpleasant or annoying traits with a bottle of alcohol in their hand. At least, neither of them were like Sokka who was a crying drunk.

“I’m kinda scared.” Katara admitted randomly after taking a particularly long swig of the wine. “I-I think Aang is going to propose.”

Kailani’s eyes widened, but in slow motion for her mind was working at a very slow pace. “Whoa...what?”

“He keeps talking about how the South Pole would look beautiful decorated for a wedding...” Katara trailed off as she began to giggle once again. “And he talks about how he can’t wait for little air or waterbending babies!”

“All I can say is...” Kailani spoke while stroking a struggling Momo’s ear. “They’re going to have a cool ass aunt.”

Katara let her back fall flat against Appa’s saddle. “I’m serious, Kailani! I don’t want to get married yet, we’re still so young!”

“Okay, okay. Well... you just have to talk to him. If anybody will understand, it’s Aangy.” Kailani said with a shrug.

Katara motioned widely through the air with her arms as she faced the starry sky. “I know he’ll understand. H-He’s perfect! But he’ll think I don’t ever want to get married with him. I can already envision his beautiful eyes get slightly bigger, a-and his soft lips—”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Kailani interrupted before she had the chance to throw up all of the alcohol in her stomach. “Unless you have someone else to do your dirty work, it’s up to you sister.”

Katara’s eyes widened as she sat up and stared at Kailani who was cooing at Momo (who had begrudgingly accepted defeat). Kailani met Katara’s gaze as soon as the latter girl let out her signature drunken giggles combined with the excited look in her eyes.

Kailani began to shake her head. “No! Katara I’m not going to talk to Aang for you!”

The waterbender dramatically stuck out her bottom lip as she pleaded. “Please, please, pleaseee!”

“Absolutely not!”

“So Aang.” Kailani said as she folded her hands in her lap and looked at the Avatar before her. “I was wondering if we could talk.”

Aang raised an eyebrow, a little confused as to why the fellow airbender was addressing him in such a proper yet cautious manner. The girl usually just spoke her mind to him, considering how tight knit their relationship was.

He had only come to Kailani’s room to bring her a special hangover tea that Iroh had told him about, since he and the rest of the Gaang were freaking out about a missing Kailani and Katara until they found the two passed out on Appa with a bottle of wine and Momo in hand. But when he arrived, Kailani’s eyes fluttered open and she immediately sat up (although not without letting a loud groan from her inevitable headache) telling Aang to take a seat.

“Okay...?” Aang spoke. “Am I in trouble? I’m eighteen now, I think I’ve grown out of you grounding me.”

Kailani gave the boy a blank stare. “I grounded you once when you were twelve as a joke, sheesh! And no, you’re not in trouble.”

“Oh, okay.” Aang said with a renewed sense of ease and nonchalance. “What can I do you for?”

Kailani hadn’t planned on how to tell him subtly.

“Uh... did you know that I was dating someone?”

Aang furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “No, I didn’t—like right now?”

“No, no! We...broke up.” Kailani stuttered, unsure of what explanation she was going to pull out of her ass. “And it’s why we broke up that I’d like to offer you some relationship advice.”

“Who was it?” Aang asked innocently.

“That’s besides the point—the point being that he asked me to marry him!” Kailani made up hastily. Aang’s eyes almost bulged out of his head.

“Really? Well, why’d you say no?” Aang inquired with a slight tilt of his head. It was times like those when Kailani could almost see the resemblance between the Avatar and his lemur.

Kailani sighed and slumped her shoulders. “Because I didn’t want to ruin what we had, and I felt too young at the time.”

“How old were you?”

“...Eighteen.”

“Was—“

“Aang!” Kailani blurted with a hasty wave of her hands. “Enough with the questions! Because of my experience, I just want to advise you to wait a while longer if you ever propose to Katara.”

Aang’s cheeks suddenly became a slight tint of pink and a shy smile overcame his lips. “Well, I was actually thinking of doing it soon. But if you said that you don’t think you were old enough when you were eighteen...”

Kailani offered the airbender a comforting smile. “I think you should wait until you really believe you’re both ready.”

Aang was quiet for a moment, nodding to himself with his eyebrows narrowed and his eyes looking downwards as if he were in deep thought. He then looked back at the girl. “I’m ready now.”

The girl sighed deeply. “Aang, maybe Katara’s not ready, and you don’t want to ruin something this good. Look at Sokka and Suki; they’re not married.”

“Actually Sokka’s tried to propose like three times.”

Kailani scratched her chin, wondering why nobody had ever told her that. “Well, Toph hasn’t even had a boyfriend yet, and she’s fine!”

“Actually she was seeing—sorry, dating— this guy Kanto for a while. It’s kind of on and off.” Aang revealed, unaware of Kailani’s confusion swirling within her thoughts at the lack of her knowledge.

“Uhh, well Zuko and Mai aren’t married! And Zuko is Firelord so there’s a lot of pressure there.” Kailani said with a tight smile.

“They broke up.”

Kailani’s eyes bulged out of her head. “Why does no one tell me these things!”

But her outburst was mostly a coverup for the question that was running through her mind at a speed faster than she could imagine.

Zuko and Mai broke up?

Kailani couldn’t help but imagine what that meant for the feelings that she had buried so long ago, and she didn’t know what she would do if they somehow resurfaced. But now that Zuko was no longer dating the beautiful and skilled Fire Nation girl, there was nothing stopping the forbidden emotions from making an appearance.

“Was it an Air Acolyte then?” Aang asks, only offering her a cheeky smile when the girl stared back blankly.

“So are you going to tell me all the girly stuff that you two girls were talking about during your girl talk?” Sokka asked as the two walked passed the bamboo forest.

After Kailani and Aang’s talk, the Avatar went to look for Katara, not to propose, but to simply accompany her on their way to Aang’s delayed birthday celebration. She then barged into Sokka’s room, and demanded he wake up and get ready (which he did begrudgingly) before hauling him out the door.

“We just caught up, Sokka. I hadn’t seen Katara in so long.” Kailani explained, catching on to what Sokka may have been poking at.

“Really? So no talk about…boys?” The Water Tribe boy said. “Not even about a certain Firelord?”

Kailani threw her head back and let out a long groan. “You know that I used to like him, and you also know that I got over my feelings for him. It’s over; done.”

“Then why were you blushing and googly eyed when you saw each other again?”

Kailani narrowed her eyes. “You talk too much.”

Sokka let out a bark of laughter. “Okay, fine! But you have to promise me that you’ll tell me first if you do have feelings for him again. Not my wonderful girlfriend, Toph, Katara, or Aang!”

“Trust me, I won’t have to tell anybody anything because there’s nothing that will need to be told!” Kailani spoke exasperated before pulling out Sokka’s swimming trunks from her bag and slamming them against his chest. “Now enough talk of this. Go put these on.”

The boy’s eyes widened as he stared at the trunks, and then back at her. “Does this mean...”

“Oh yea.”

Kailani waited patiently with her back turned as Sokka changed into his swim trunks behind some bamboo, but found herself being left behind when Sokka raced passed her yelling ‘race you to the pool party’.

Sokka seemed to forget he was competing against an airbender who has the ability to run as fast as the wind. And so when she was in sight of the pool that Toph and Katara created together, Kailani stealthily threw her clothes and bag to the side, leaving her only in her green bathing suit.

“Canon ball!” She yelled as she jumped over the heads of the the rest of the gaang (it seemed that she and Sokka were the only ones missing) and catapulted herself into the body of water. Not a second passed before she used her bending to shoot out of the water and onto the ground beside the pool. “HOT HOT HOT!”

She quickly shook the water off of her and stood glaring at Aang and Zuko who undoubtedly used their firebending to heat the water. The two boys only offered her sheepish smiles back while Toph laughed obnoxiously loud in the background.

“Oh come on.” Sokka said as he finally reached the pool (although never openly admitting that Kailani had beat him), and flung his wrist in the air casually. “You’re a wimp. It can’t be that hot!”

But it seemed that it was ‘that hot’.

Sokka jumped into the pool lasting only a second more than the airbender before letting out a strangled screech and launching himself towards the ground next to Kailani. The girl looked down at Sokka’s body on the ground and blasted him with air to get the hot water off of him, leaving his hair standing vertically and his body stiff.

“Thanks.” The boy said to Kailani before turning to glare at the rest of the gaang. “Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to make the pool a bazillion degrees?”

Cue Aang and Zuko’s grins with Toph’s cackles in the background again, but this time accompanied by Suki and Katara’s giggles.

“The heat is supposed to help you relax and de-stress. We have hot springs all over the Fire Nation for just that.” Zuko said nonchalantly while thoroughly enjoying how the hot water felt. He stood up from the molded seat on the inside edge of the pool, and held his hand out to Kailani. “Come on in, you’ll get used to it.”

Kailani was incredibly glad that she had just jumped into the hot water, or else the blushing on her cheeks would have been even more noticeable. She spared a glance to Sokka only to find him smirking widely and winking at her before he made his way over to a smiling Suki. Kailani looked back at Zuko, and accepted his hand with a bashful expression.

Although the water was hot when she stepped in, she found that Zuko’s skin was blazing even more than the pool, especially when he pressed his hands against her back. He began to rub the knots that had formed on her neck, brushing her hair to the center of her back so that her shoulders were exposed to his massaging hands, and Kailani couldn’t help but bite her lip at the calming sensation that the firebender’s hands brought.

“According to all of these knots, you really need to relax.” Zuko murmured beside her ear making a shiver make its way down her spine. “You look nice. Seeing you in green makes me want to see you in other colors, too.”

All of her friends had already started their own conversations, so nobody questioned Kailani when she looked down at her green bathing suit. She always wore her usual yellow and red-orange clothing, but she very rarely liked wearing the colors of other nations to represent that the countries were really one, which was why she was wearing the jade bathing suit.

Kailani slowly began to raise an eyebrow. “Zuko, are you trying to flirt with me?”

The Firelord’s hands froze for a moment—a moment that didn’t go unnoticed by the girl. He cleared his throat before answering. “C-Can I not just say you look pretty?”

Kailani let a grin grow on her face as she turned to face Zuko, thus causing his hands to fall from her shoulders. “Answering a question with a question, I see. You’re flustered.”

The girl fed off of Zuko’s bashfulness, for that was the only time that she wasn’t the one being teased. His sudden shyness boosted her confidence, but soon Zuko’s lips quirked upwards and his timidness washed away.

“If you let me, I might just keep flirting with you everyday.”

Kailani let her lips part in surprise at his forwardness, but didn’t have a chance to respond (which she appreciated) because Suki spoke her name.

“Kailani!” Suki called out as she tossed her a wine cooler. The airbender girl caught the bottle and instantly twisted the top open, practically inhaling the drink. If she was going to keep up with Zuko’s game, she was going to need the liquid confidence. She heard Zuko chuckle next to her, and she looked at him with narrowed eyes—of course, only making him smirk more.

“So Kai.” Toph spoke casually while taking a swig out of her third bottle. “When was it that you had a boyfriend again?”

Perhaps it was the alcohol that had already begun to impair her memory, but Kailani was sure that the last romance she had was her and Sokka’s mutual crush on one another, for her duty always lied with the reconstruction of her culture.

“What are you on about, Toph. You know I’ve never had time for relationships.” Kailani spoke before letting her eyes widen.

“AHA!” Sokka shouted as he looked at her, and then pointed at Aang. “I told you she didn’t have an Air Acolyte boyfriend that proposed to her without telling me!”

Aang turned to look at the facepalming girl he called his sister with an incredulous expression. “You made up the whole story?”

Kailani sighed before taking a swig. “Pulled it right out of my ass.”

“Why?” Toph asked with a twist of her head.

Kailani opened her mouth to respond only to see Katara with a desperate expression on her face. The grey eyed girl then looked at a confused Aang who awaited the explanation to her lying.

“Uhh...”

“She told Aang that, thinking it would come back to me and make me jealous.” Zuko swiftly chimed in. “Isn’t that right, Kailani.”

The airbender ignored the jump in her heart when Zuko spoke her name so melodiously, and instead clenched her jaw so that she could accept the humiliation without spitting out the truth.

“Yes.” The girl reluctantly muttered before sinking down so the water covered her shoulders.

“Ha! This was so worth seeing Twinkle Toes distraught about Kai lying!” Toph laughed along with Suki who giggled and winked at Kailani. Sokka had his right arm slung over Suki’s shoulders, but his left hand was tracing a heart in the air around Zuko and Kailani while making kissy face. Katara sent the girl a grateful smile as she began to converse with Zuko.

“So...” Aang mumbled with a boyish grin settling on his lips. “You and Sifu Hotman.”

“What? No!” Kailani defended quickly. “I liked him when I was fifteen, and maybe I made a fake relationship to get him jealous—“ Kailani said this part through her gritted teeth before rushing her next words. “But that’s over, now enough talking and more drinking.”

And more drinking there was—except Aang who never drank claiming that anybody could take down the Avatar if he was drunk, and Katara who took on the responsibility of being the group’s mom. Kailani had scooted closer to Suki and Sokka in order to escape a conversation with Zuko, and she drank happily with Suki—who became far more flirtatious with every sip from the wine cooler while Sokka, just as she recalled, became more teary eyed as the night continued.

“You know Kai, your grey eyes look sooo good with your dark skin. Maybe I should trade Sokka for you!” Suki slurred with a grin decorating her lips.

Kailani’s eyes widened as she nodded vigorously. “Ooh can we cuddle? I love cuddling, I just want to hug anything and everything... where’s Momo?”

Sokka made himself heard as he spoke between sniffles. “I-I can’t believe... that Suki would... leave me for you! I love you Suki...don’t replace... me!”

Aang, Katara, Toph, and Zuko all stared at the the three with raised eyebrows and bemused expressions until Katara voiced all of their thoughts. “I think it’s time we cut them off.”

“I don’t know, it’s kind of amusing.” Zuko said with a chuckle as he eyed the grey eyed girl who wrapped herself around Suki’s back. “But I guess it would be the responsible thing to do.”

“Screw responsible, I’m going to scale the temple.” Toph announced with a wide drunken smile. Despite the fact that the earthbender could handle her liquor, she seemed to become exponentially more reckless with her inebriated mind’s confidence. That was why Aang bended a rocky step in her path that caused the short girl to face plant.

The Avatar then got out of the pool to lift a groaning Toph over his shoulder, and looked at Katara and Zuko. “You take care of the rest of them.”

“I’ll take the two lovebirds.” Katara said as she easily separated Suki from a latched on Kailani with her water bending. She then created a flat surface of water that carried a sobbing Sokka, and Suki who was giving her boyfriend suggestive looks. “At least they’ll have each other to lean on during their hangovers.”

That left Zuko with a very needy Kailani, staring at him with enormous eyes, and her arms out ready for him to help her out of the pool. The Firelord only shook his head with a smile as he helped Kailani onto the ground outside of the pool, but his amused expression became one of worry as soon as her legs gave out from under her.

“I take it you can’t walk.” Zuko said rhetorically before lifting the smiling girl bridal style. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest. Zuko raised his eyebrows.

She really was a clingy drunk.

He had finally reached the women’s dormitories when he realized that she had fallen asleep in his arms. He laid her down on her bed, thankful that his body heat had helped her dry on the way there, and caressed her cheek with his forefinger. The girl was always either beaming or incredibly flustered around him, so it wasn’t common to see such a peaceful expression her face, and he cherished it.

One last long look was all he allowed himself to do before the firebender turned around and made his way to the door.

“Wait.” Kailani spoke softly causing Zuko to turn around surprised, having thought she was asleep. “Please, stay.”

Kailani shifted to the side and patted the spot next to her, immediately cuddling into Zuko as soon as he hesitantly sat on the bed. Zuko knew how to control his alcohol intake, and that was why he was still sober enough to make sure Kailani didn’t do anything she would regret.

So he held her for the night because even though Zuko wasn’t drunk enough to let them both make a mistake together, he wasn’t stupid enough to not be there for the girl who needed to be held.

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Chapter 25

Jaylen

“Fuck am I?” I questioned to myself.

“Lenny! That damn mouth of yours.” I heard my mamas voice, which made my face light up immediately. There she stood, with that beautiful glow she always had.

“You cursed too, mama.” I laughed as she gave me a look.

“I am grown.”

“So I’m not 24?” I smiled down at her as I wrapped my arms around her and embraced her in a big ass hug. Why the fuck she had to be away from me for so long? I wasn’t shit without my mama.

“Your baby girls are wearing me out, chile. You see this grey hair?” She asked, as I twisted my eyebrows up in confusion. I ain’t have no baby girls. I ain’t even have a kid yet.

“What bab-“

“Daddy, daddy!” I heard the soft voices of two little girls. I turned around to look at them before I froze. The twins..

They were so beautiful man. They looked just like that damn Jasmine.

They both ran into my arms as I hold onto them for dear life, not wanting to ever let go. My fucking babies. “I’m tired!” I heard one of them say as I chuckled before letting them go.

“Stop eating so much candy!” One of them said. I looked at the gold necklaces sitting on their necks, realizing that it was Jaime that said that.

Their names were Jace and Jaime..

I laughed at her remark, because that’s honestly something I would say. I looked over at Jaime who wore a smirk and Jace who folded her arms.

The more I looked at them, the more I started to tell the two apart. Jace was a bit shorter with the fattest cheeks ever that had freckles plastered across them. She looked like the sweetest girl ever.

Jaime? She reminded me of myself a bit. She looked mean as hell, and she ain’t talk that much. If she did, she had something smart to say.

“See, they’re a handful. So much personality to deal with.” My mama said as she started watering some flowers like she always would.

“Yea I can tell.” I said as I watched them both start talking about lord knows what.

“What y’all like to do?”

“Play dress up! Can I dress you daddy?” Jace asked as she tugged on my shirt.

“Yea, I gotchu’ lil munchkin’.” I played with her long pigtails.

“What about you Jaime?”

“Paint! Can you paint with me?” By now both of them were holding either side of my hand, and I didn’t know what to do.

“How about th-“ I stopped myself mid sentence when I noticed that everything was starting to fade out, and it wasn’t so beautiful no more. All of a sudden, darkness took over and as soon as I looked around for my mom, there she was being pushed into an ambulance.

“Mama!” I yelled out, trying to go after the truck but it just disappeared. What the fuck was going on?

I looked up only to see a woman with doctors that had utensils in their hands, trying to snatch my baby girls away from me. “Get the fuck away from me!” I yelled as I tried my hardest to keep them in my arms.

“Stop taking every fucking thing away from me!” I screamed as I woke up from a deep ass sleep, sweating hard as fuck.

I took deep breaths, looking at my surroundings only to see a naked Robyn standing over me, eating grapes out of a big ass bag with a scared look on her face. “Did you have a bad dream? Are you okay?” This damn girl.

I sighed, putting my face in my palms. “Yea.. I’m not goin’ back to sleep. Fuck that shit.”

“What’s wrong with you?” She sat her bag down.

“Can I ask you some shit?” I ignored her question, not wanting to go into detail about shit.

“Shoot!” She sang as she attempted to do the dance, but failed miserably. Robyn had no fucking rhythm.

“You ugly for that shit.” I said as she laughed hard, playfully pushing my shoulder.

“I’m dead-da-fuck sears though. Ask me.”

“Why you doin’ this?”

“Jaylen, I’m not gonna leave you here alone while you’re going through whatever you’re going through. I care about you and I don’t want you doing anything stupid.”

“Shit that’s what the fuck I feel like, real fucking talk..”

“What do you feel like?” She took my hand and rubbed her stomach.

“Alone, bruh. Every time I think I got some shit, it’s snatched away from me. Every time something going good for me, it’s always too good to be true. Shit a nigga feel trapped. I always try to do some good shit, and the shit always backfire. I can’t win for losing, Robyn. Damn I swear, sometimes I just wanna end all this shit.” I said as I made eye contact with her. She had a look of sympathy.

“Don’t talk like that, Jay. You got people out here that love you, like me. I’d lose my mind if something happened to you. We got a baby in here,” She paused.

“We need you here with us. You are not alone. We all face struggles every single day, just gotta get through them babe.”

“I guess you right.” I admitted, as she smiled sweetly at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and once she noticed that I was staring dead at her, she started to look away. Robyn could never make eye contact with me.

In nude, she looked beautiful as fuck. Not just body wise, I’m talking about bare faced, no weave, no nothing. Her long jet black her complimented her bronzed skin perfectly. Don’t get me started on them hazel eyes. She was gorgeous.

I pray that we don’t have a girl, because if she looks anything like Rob.. Good luck Charlie.

Setting my hand on her thigh, she didn’t react at all so I started to caress her shit. And that’s when she started to tense up. “What are you trying to do?” She rose an eyebrow.

“What you talm’ bout?” I played it cool. She gave me a look that made me laugh. She saw right through my bullshit, every time.

“I’m tryna make electricity in this bitch. You walking around naked ain’t making shit no better.” I stated, squeezing her thigh. Usually, she’d be all over me by now but today.. today was different.

“Jaylen, you’re hurt. I don’t wanna have sex with you while you’re like this. It’s like you telling me all your problems and then I give you sex to cheer you up.”

“What’s wrong with that?” She had a straight face.

“Nah I’m playin’. I get you. I guess ima go paint or some shit.” I got out of my new comfortable ass bed, going to look for a shirt I ain’t care about.

Once I found one, I stopped walking to take a look at Robyn who was playing some game on her phone. “Hey Robyn..” I called out as she ignored me. She was too damn into those kiddy ass games she be playing.

“Robyn!” I called a little louder.

“Huh? Yea?”

“I love you.. aight? Like on some real shit, nobody can fucking take your place Rob. I love you more than life itself and that’s a fact.” I confessed, as she wore that beautiful smile on her face.

“I love you too Jay!”

My phone rang,making me wonder who the hell it was calling me right now. I grabbed it out of my pocket, and seen that it was an unfamiliar number. My curious ass answered anyways.

“Jaylen, can we talk?” I heard Jasmine’s voice, making me close my eyes and sigh. I could’ve sworn I told shawty to fuck off.

“There’s literally nothing for us to be discussing, my nigga. You killed my babies now what? You sorry? Fuck that shit, sorry ain’t gone bring my babies back.”

“Jay please. I don’t wanna end things like this.”

“I ain’t want my babies to get taken away from me either, but life ain’t always sweet.”

“Come on Jay.”

“... Where you at Jas? And if you try some shit, I’m pepper spraying yo ass.” I warned her, because that seemed to be the only thing I could do besides get Robyn to beat her ass. Man I wish I could do that.

“Subway.” After that, I hung up the phone because I knew she was at the Subway around the corner.

“Robyn?” I called her name as I walked into the bathroom, watching her put on her dress.

“Yea?”

“I’ll be back in like 10 minutes the most, okay?”

“Where are you going?” She asked out of curiosity.

“Handle some shit, just make sure you ready when I get back.”

It literally took me about two minutes to get the subway, because it was around the corner and nobody was really out on this hot ass Tuesday morning. I spotted Jas sitting outside on the bench, so I parked in front of her.

Grabbing my pepper spray, I slid that shit in my pocket right along with my phone before hopping out of the car. “I’m here.” I spoke as I stood up in front of her, looking down at her bare face. Jasmine was fucking beautiful, and it sucks that she went and did some ugly shit like that. I just couldn’t fuck wit her the same anymore.

“You’re not gonna sit?”

“Girl I ain’t come here to have a fucking Tea Party, I got a Doctor’s appointment for my baby to attend.” She sighed, and started to look at her feet. It was going on 5 minutes now.

“Congrats.”

“Jasmine, say what you gotta say.”

“I just.. I miss you Jaylen. Why can’t we just work things out?”

“Jas, I put my all into our relationship and we wasn’t even official yet. I ain’t never kept no shit from you, or did some bogus shit behind ya back. I always kept it a buck witchu’. You was somebody special to me Jas, somebody that I truly cared about. I thought we had built a trust, but I guess I was wrong. You know how I feel about kids. You could’ve came to me and let me know how you were feeling, and I would’ve shut all that shit down. Jasmine, you took not one, but two innocent lives away. Two lives I’ll never get to be in, all because of some thoughts you were having. And for that shit, I damn near fucking hate you and I’ll never forgive you. You lost my respect.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve never did that.” I just looked at her.

“So we won’t ever get back to where we were?”

“Honestly, my baby mama ain’t as bad as I claimed her out to be and I honestly only got eyes for her right now. I’m tryna get back on her good side, so we can be a family so I would appreciate it if you could respect that and keep ya distance.” I looked into her eyes that was once filled with hope, now filled with disappointment.

“Thanks for your time Jay, take care.” I nodded my head, walking to the car, feeling better than what I did when I was on my way here.

Closing and locking the door, I kicked my shoes off and looked around to find Robyn. I had picked up some roses for her, just because.

“Hey, I got you something.” I stood behind her in the kitchen, as she turned around with a mouth full of ice. This girl was always eating ice.

“Jay! They’re beautiful!” She took them from my hand, smelling them with a warm smile on her face. I loved putting a smile on her face, because literally anything would make her smile. It didn’t take much to please Robyn, but when I did, I always felt like that nigga.

“I got ya fav Tea, too.” I said as I slid her strawberry tea over to her. She jumped on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

“The fact that you remembered what my favorite things are.” She smiled, kissing all over my face. I licked my lips, staring into her eyes.

“How could I forget?” She smirked and got down.

“I could really bust it open for you right now.”

“That would be nice, but nah I’m jus tryna enjoy ya presence right now.” I smiled as she closed her eyes like she was about to cry.

“What I do?”

“Stop being sweet, you know I’m emotional.” I laughed, because that was true and we all knew it was. She cried more than my baby sister.

“You wanna watch a movie? I’ll build us a fort and shit.”

“Yes! I’ll make us some snacks.” She skipped to the kitchen with a big smile on her face. She loved shit like this. I did too, let me stop fronting.

Robyn

I felt like I haven’t spoken to my brother in a while, and I was truly missing him. I know he’s been busy with training, and I’ve been busy with designs. I tapped on his name, hoping he’d answer anyways.

After it rang for a while, he finally answered and the call started to connect. There was a big smile on my face, until I seen the look on his. He looked horrible, like he had been crying for weeks and the bags under his eyes were ridiculous.

“O, are you okay?” I was regretting not calling him a while ago.

“I’m fine.” I saw right through his bullshit. Something was obviously bothering him. I knew O like the back of my hand. Whenever his mind was heavy on something, he literally wouldn’t sleep or eat. It’s not healthy for him.

“Fine? Odell, I care about you.” He looked away before sighing.

“I promise you I’m fine Robyn, don’t stress over me.” He stated before hanging up the phone. I huffed, and tossed my phone to the other side of the couch. I didn’t wanna keep flying back and forth all the time, but if he does something stupid, I was totally gonna regret not going. Wait, let me call Winter.

“What you in here looking all sad about, beautiful?” I heard Jaylen’s raspy voice, letting me know he just woke up from his deep, high slumber. Whenever he went to sleep high, he would sleep for half the day.

“O.. he’s not acting like himself.”

“Maybe that nigga got the bubble guts or some shit.” He shrugged as he looked in the fridge, rubbing his stomach. Jaylen was out here getting chubby, but I loved every bit of it.

“Really?”

“I’m playing, chill on me. Yeen’ hit up Winter about it?” He asked as he sat down next to me, eating his leftovers from the dinner I made last night.

“No, I should right?” I asked as he started to lick his fingers viciously.

“Boy it is not that good.”

“Buggin’. Shit taste better than it did when you first made it. Don’t be feeding my son this shit, he gone end up fat like me.” I laughed, because he was right. I’ve been having a lot of free time lately, so cooking for Jaylen has became almost an everyday hobby of mines. He put on a couple of pounds, but I loved chubby Jaylen.

“Jay, seriously. What should I do?”

“Call Winter, and if she on the same shit he on, I can go down there for you. I gotta go back to get the last of my things anyways. My nigga ain’t suicidal or no shit, but you never know.”

“Okay, ima call her. Gimme a sec.” I stepped out of the room, going into the hall so I could call her. The phone rang a few times before she answered while coughing. I stared at my screen in shock, because she looked really sick.

“Win, what the hell is going on with you and my brother?”

“We’re fine Robyn, what are you talking about?” I sighed, because both of them were lying.

“Really Winter? Why are you guys keeping secrets? Are you sick?” She paused a while, then opened up her mouth to start talking.

“I have stomach cancer, Robyn. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, but..” immediately, my heart fell out of my chest. I felt like a bitch now for pressuring them into telling me. I guess minding your business was always good.

“Win, oh my god.. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re fine, just please.. give us some space, okay? We’re still trying to cope with this as well.”

“So I cant come see you guys?”

“Yes, but just not now Rob.. that’s all I ask.” I sighed, respecting her wishes.

“Okay, I got you. Just let me know when you’re ready. I’m praying for you. I love you sis.”

“I love you too. Take care and stay healthy.” She said, before hanging up. Now my mood was ruined. Fuck, the truth does hurt. I walked back in the living room and sat next to Jaylen.

“So what the deal is?” He drank some of his apple juice.

“Win has stomach cancer Jay..” he immediately spit out his apple juice.

“The fuck? You serious?”

“Very.”

“We need to go back to NY ASAP then, fuck we waiting on? Why you so calm?” He stood up, panicking. Winter and Jay fought a lot, but Jaylen loved her like she was his blood sister on the inside. It was just their relationship.

“She said she’s not ready for us to come just yet.”

“Damn bruh. I bet this shit hit O hard. We can’t lose Win.”

“All we can do is pray.”

“Ion even pray often, but I will most definitely. I can’t lose no more family, bruh.”

“What happened with you a few nights back?” I questioned, because he never told me what was wrong with him.

“Jas was pregnant with twins and she aborted them without telling me.” I gasped, in shock that she would do such a thing. Jay and I weren’t on the best terms when I found out I was having his baby, but here we are trying to work shit out for the better. Abortion never crossed my mind. I was in no position to judge another woman, but she’s a coward for that.

“You want me to fight her?” He laughed, before shaking his head no.

“Fuck her.”

“You’re okay?”

“I mean, I been having bad dreams and shit about and it be on my mind heavy.. but I’m staying strong. Ima be straight.” I pulled his tall self into a hug, and held him tightly, rubbing his back.

“Don’t let me go.” He said in a girly voice, making me die of laughter while still holding him. Such a big baby, I swear.

“Our baby boy is gonna have the best parents in the world.”

“Fasho.” I pulled away from the hug, checking the time on my watch. I needed to be at the shop by 6:30. Summer’s ending, and my babies have been working their asses off in this damn heat back to back. They do way more than what I ask, and I couldn’t ask for a better team. I was gonna surprise them with trips to Jamaica. They literally talk about going all the time.

While they were gonna be gone, I had more than enough time to get new designs in the store since the new season is coming up. I couldn’t wait, because I loved fall.

“Hey, ima go to the shop. You staying here?”

“Nah, I wanna see ya shop. I’ll drive”. I nodded, finding some sandals to put on. Grabbing my Birkin that Jaylen purchased me a while back, I made sure everything I needed was inside.

I had been in the shower for quite a while now, and it was about that time that I got out. Jaylen had went outside to smoke, because he didn’t want to in the house since I was pregnant and since we were gonna he raising our baby here. He limits his smoking so much, and I’m really proud of him. When I first met him, you’d always catch him with a blunt in his mouth.

My mind was filled with thoughts about Winter, no matter how much I tried to ignore it. Maybe me not going down there was for the best. If I had seen her like that in person, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I just wanna hug her so bad though. I can’t even imagine how she’s feeling.

You think you have it bad, but there’s people out here doing way worse. I really need to start being more appreciative and thankful, because my life could be taken in any minute.

“Rob?” I heard Jaylen’s voice, but I ignored him because I didn’t want him to ruin the time I had to myself.

“Robyn I know ya bald headed ass hear me calling you.” I heard his heavy footsteps. Bingo, he found me.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard him pull the shower door back. “Jay!” I jumped, covering my body up. He bit his lip, not taking his eyes off.

“Let me hop in witchu’.” He looked at me with low eyes. I had to look away.

“No, because I was just about to get out goodbye.”

“Come on, I’m tryna get this weed smell off me.”

“You can, just give me like two minutes.” I slid the door back and started to rinse the soap off of my body.

Not even 10 seconds later, Jaylen had stripped out of his clothes and got in behind me. “What did I tell you?” I spoke, turning around so that he wouldn’t look at my ass.

“Huh?”

“I’m bout to get out.”

“What? Nah, I need ya assistance.” I scrunched up my face.

“For what?”

“Remember when ya ex nigga shot me? Yea I can’t shower properly by myself now.” I busted out laughing, because this dude made no sense right now.

“Man yo ass so fucking fat. You better make sure you hold that soap tight real talk.”

“Jaylen, I’m warning you right now... if you get my hair wet, I will kill you.” I had just gotten my hair done 2 days ago, and it was still looking fresh. I couldn’t find anything to cover my head with so I had to just pin my hair up.

“Ain’t nobody gone mess up ya hair, be quiet.” He switched spots with me as he was now in the front while I just watched him bathe. This nigga did not need my “assistance”. He seemed perfectly fine to me.

My eyes traveled from his hair, all the way down to his back dimples that were deep as hell. I forgot he had these. Smiling, I poked both of them with my fingers as he quickly turned the other way.

“Man if you on that gay shit, ion need ya assistance nomo’. Can’t wash my ass in peace.” He sucked his teeth.

“Boy shut up.” I muffed his head and in the blink of an eye, he had picked me up and slammed me down on his dick. A gasp instantly left my mouth. I looked into his eyes as he opened his and stared into mine. “You want me to take it out?” Man I hated Jaylen, I swear. I didn’t know what the fuck I wanted right now.

He sat down on the bench that was built in the shower, and pulled me in front of him.

Once I was on his lap, he threw my legs over his shoulder and was now face to face with my pussy. Sticking his tongue inside of my opening, he sucked on my clit before sliding his long juicy substance up and down my slit. Sliding his fingers inside of me, he already had me shaking. I haven’t felt this in a while, and it was amazing. “Right there, don’t stop.” I moaned in pleasure as I threw my head back, pulling on his curls.

Sucking as if his life depended on it,

He left one of my legs up over his shoulder and sat me back down on his dick. Grinding my hips in circular motions, he showed both of my breasts love with his tongue.

My thighs viciously slapped against his skin as he thrusted upwards, picking up the pace.

Holding on to my hips, he slammed my body down over and over, making my eyes roll back. All you could hear was smacking noises. “Who pussy is this?” He questioned, gripping my ass in his hands.

“Yours baby.” I moaned as I started to bounce uncontrollably. A moan left from his mouth, as I squeezed my walls. “Stop doin’ that shit.” He said out of breath, as he stood up and started pounding my shit. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuckkk Jay, I-I’m cumming!” I moaned loudly in his ear, holding onto him before cumming all over his dick. My legs shook viciously as I felt his dick swell up inside of me.

“Cum in me baby..” I purred in his ear. His strokes got slower as he started to suck all over my neck. Once he reached my spot, I couldn’t help but moan and that sent him over the edge. I then felt his warm liquid shoot inside of me as he grunted loudly.

Once he was done, we both looked at each other before I crashed my lips into his. Our simple kiss turned into a full blown make out session, until I pulled away because I realized that my hair was soaked.

“You gotta square up.”

Few Days Later..

“What's the word for today, Jay?" Dell asked before taking a huge bite from his burger. We all stopped picking at our meals for a second so all eyes could be on Jaylen. He's been super giddy about planning something for today but hasn't discussed his agenda with us. I'm guessing that he wanted to plan something lit since our two best friends were back in town for a little bit.

"Nothin' too crazy, just a cool lil' exclusive kickback at my crib. We should be celebratin' life and lately I just feel like it's always some shit preventing us from being great." Jay explained and I nodded. I loved when he got all deep and serious because ya'll know that it's only on rare occasions. I smirked and watched him intently.

"Whatchu mean?" Winter asked, taking a sip from her coffee milkshake. Since Jaylen woke our asses up so early in the damn morning with no plans, and neither one of us were in the mood to cook brunch, we stopped by Shake Shack and decided to eat outside. The weather was fuckin' beautiful today.

"I mean I'm finally settled in the new crib. Jayla and my Pop are good financially. Odell finally back to knocking niggas out on the field after his injury, bringing the Giants to a good view of the Superbowl. Even you, my nigga, you overcomin' your sickness more and more everyday, that shit ain't gon' consume you, sis. Only if you let it." I smiled at how far they came, they used to hate one another's guts. I'm talking fist fights and all.

"Can't forget about Queen Rob over there; glowing, beautiful as fuck, carrying another Waters warrior. Last name about to be Waters if she keep fuckin' around leaving the house all succulent." I blushed and continued to eat my french fries.

“Nah but, life fucked all of us up one way or another, I just wanna spend today with the people I love, doing fun shit. Like a little house warming at my crib." We nodded and and told him that we were down.

"Aight. After we done here, we gotta hit up a few stores and get everything we need. We could grill, smoke, get in the pool with some cool music, and put life on fuckin' pause for a second."

“I love it, babe." I smiled and he leaned over the table to meet me for a kiss.

It's been a while since the whole situation with him and Jasmine blew over, so I finally decided to think us through, and I realized that time was healing us beautifully. I am so in love with this man, he's so much more mature, he thinks briefly before speaking now, and he's all about me and family. What I've been asking God for from the minute I left New York for Memphis. I promised myself that I wouldn't give Jaylen my whole heart 100% until I saw effort, and now? I'm finally feeling the love.

"Ya'll are gross, leaning all into the damn food." Winter complained and I blushed, apologizing lowly.

“Shut up, hater." Jaylen threw a french fry at her and it landed directly into her tank top. We all busted out laughing in our own little moment, barely realizing the two girls walking out of the restaraunt with their bags of food. Something about the prettier one was so familiar but I couldn't make it out until Winter's loud and blunt ass called it out.

"Ain't that the bitch!?" I palmed my face and sunk into my chair. Weren't we just talking about how beautiful life was? Sighing, I sipped from Jaylen's drink and waited for the drama to erupt. My swollen and pregnant ass was too drawn for the bullshit.

"Excuse me?- Oh my god! Jaylen, baby!" she exclaimed and rushed over to him, I stood up and sat on Jaylen's lap before she could approach him. Baby my ass! His hands immediately began to caress my growing stomach. "What's good, Jasmine?" he asked dryly, placing soft kisses on my neck with his eyes still on her.

"It's been a long ass time since we spoke! I just missed you, and I know you missed me too." she said seductively. Winter clutched the closest butterknife she could find and burned a hole through the side of her face. I sighed and tried to get up but Jay held me down.

“You pregnant, I ain't lettin' you touch her and put yourself in danger. You hear me?" he whispered against my neck and his words sent a chill down my spine. I nodded and he tapped my thighs so I could get up. I got off of his lap so he could stand and face his past.

"Yo, we on a tight schedule and we got hella shit to do. Why you grillin' me and my fam for?" he asked through a clenched jaw. I held his hand and traced his tattoos to keep calm. I was livid and I didn't wanna stress myself or the baby out.

Dell gave me a look that told me to relax and I tried but nothing angered me more than Jaylen's exes. They were all batshit crazy. That’s what he gets for just giving his dick away to any and everybody.

"I have something to show you!" she smiled brightly and pulled her phone out.

"Look look look." See what I meant? The rehab center ain't do this hoe too good, she was acting like she was off the shits. Smiling and giggling in front of someone who hated you for killing their babies. Woooo chile, the insanity.

He peered at her phone and snatched it out of her hands. His eyes got glossy and his grip on my hand grew tighter. "Baby?" he looked down at me and showed me her phone. It was her fuckin' ultrasound, showing the growth of the twins before she aborted them. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. "Look Jasmine, please just go." I pleaded for the sake of Winter's freedom. She was ready to snap both of these bitches into multiple pieces. "I just want him to have a copy of them."

What kinda shi-

“Fuck yo copy! I could've had them in my arms! Fuck is you talkin' about!?" Jaylen yelled and I slowly pulled him away from her.

"Relax, Jay."

“I wasn't ready! I told you that!"

“We quotin' Kevin Hart now, bitch? I wasn't ready either but everybody who know me know I love kids. I could've provided for them and been in they life heavy if you ain't take matters into yo own hands."

“Fuck that talkin' shit, we all know you bitch out of real situations when they come at you, and all you think about is yourself. You probably gon' be a deadbeat to this bastard too," she pointed at my stomach and before any one of us could stop him, Jaylen hurled her phone at her face and got in her grabbed her by the neck.

"Don't you ever disrespect my fuckin' kid again, slime. You raggedy bitch, I got homegirls for bitches like you."

“And I got my brother Izzy and my man Rocky for faggots like you! They like pretty bitches and Rob is gorgeous as fuck." I stepped back and Jaylen looked at me and gave me an assuring look. "You safe wit' me." he whispered and I nodded.

"Fuck you want from me, bro?" he yelled, loosening his grip around her throat. "I wanna fight this bitch and get you back."

"Dick off limits, try again." she lunged towards me and tried to swing, I swung seconds before her like my instincts warned me to, and I caught her in the eye over Jaylen's shoulder.

Dell grabbed me and pushed me behind him gently and quickly so she couldn't get to me, while the two crazy ass wild cards, Jaylen and Winter went to fuck Jasmine up. "BITCH, YOU CRAZY?" Win yelled and threw a combination of punches to her and her friend while Jaylen held them down.

I laid my head against Odell's back and sighed. When is this shit gunna be over?

***

After the altercation at Shake Shack, I crawled into bed while Jay, Winter, and Odell set up for the kickback. I cried myself to sleep and woke up to cry again. It could be the hormones or the fact that Jaylen's past keeps creeping up to blindside us, or both. Either way, I was just so tired!

"Baby?" Jaylen asked as he crept into the bedroom. I threw his comforter over my head and shook my head. "Please not now." I whispered as tears streamed down my cheeks. Thank God he couldn't see me.

“Aight. I got a plate for you down here when you ready." he began to leave and I sat up.

“Jaylen." he looked back at me and sighed, making his way back over to me.

"Why you cryin'?"

“That's all I've been doing since I met you, when will it end?" he shrugged.

"I be tryin'. It's like issa signal on me whenever I'm happy and these bitches just rush to find me like Kim Possible." I smirked and sucked my teeth. "You're so stupid."

"I'll be that." he laughed and got under the covers with me. “She shitted on my whole mood."

“Fuck her. She gon' be talkin' like 50 Cent after Winter put paws on her and her friend."

“Jaylen!" I busted out laughing and he caught me off guard with a kiss.

“I swear I ain't about nobody but you. I put that on Jamie Waters."

“Don't swear on your mother, Jay."

"That's how you know I'm dead ass. I almost killed shawty for talking ill on you and my baby, I promise it'll all disappear one day." I kissed him and laid on his chest.

“God, I hope so."

"Come eat and listen to your favorite Spotify playlist. I promised a day of good vibes and that's what we gon' make it."

“Jay..”

“Wassup?”

“You fucked her a few days ago?” After Winter beat her ass, she kept yelling about how her and Jay had sex a few days ago and it hasn’t left my mind since.

“Rob, I’m tryna have a good day.” I didn’t say anything, I continued to stare at him.

“Yes Robyn, if that’s what you wanna hear.”

“You know that’s not what I wanna hear!”

“So why you asking shit you already know the answer to?!” He spazzed.

I chuckled bitterly and grabbed my shit so I could leave. Together or not, this nigga been in my ear for the last couple of days about how he was ready for our family.

Fuck anything that comes outta his mouth at this point.

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