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smolvenger · 6 months

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I have a big request!!!!!!!!

It's just that y/n lost her parents at an early age and lives with her uncle, Tony Stark. She is like him smart and sarcastic. When, Loki came to stay at the Stark Tower as an Avenger both of them starting off the wrong foot. Slowly, they became friends and had feelings for eachother which they didn't confessed. Peter being the bff of y/n sets both of them up with a lil bit of smut at end??

P.S: In my thoughts, y/n and Peter are of same age, both are 21. Also, I am very sorry for a lengthy ask.

Seven PM Sharp (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: A sudden dinner "for the Avengers" changes everything about the relationship between you and a certain mischievous god...

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: SMUT AT THE END! (public sex, restraints, spanking, possessiveness kink, bit of dom! Loki, doggy style, on the rougher end), loss of parents (YN is adopted by Tony) and Loki accidentally being a jerk and being a jealous whore too. Grammar and spelling mistakes.

Dick-tionary (thanks @muddyorbsblr for the term): Smut starts at "At once you got on his lap, straddling him." and ends at "His magic got rid of the embarrassing mess.."

A/N:Hello there nonny! Sorry this took such a while! My life went wild and my monkey brain got distracted by other projects. But here it is! I really wanted to get this done for you. Went overboard with the smut, but blame my Demon Thirsty Whore Brain with the images of Behind the Scenes of Loki that popped out. Oops. I hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @asgards-princess-of-mischief @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @infinitystoner @littlespaceyelf @superficialdomina @muddyorbsblr

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“Your uncle is a useless fool,” Loki snarled at you as he walked around.

What. The. Actual. Fuck you thought. You had never met this guy before- you met gods. Like Thor- sweetheart he was. This, his brother… was a different case. You knew your uncle was an Avenger- and you’d be circled about them but this…this took the cake.

You gasped, folding your arms. No- Loki was under watch since causing trouble possessed by the mind stone. He wasn’t going to…use his powers to turn you into a pile of dust or whatever. And you were not going to have Uncle Tony’s name slandered, not when he loved you, took care of you, and did so much for you.

“That’s the first thing you’re ever going to say to me? You don’t even know my name!” you huffed back. You tried to square him up though he was tall and broad.

“I do not bother with names of mere mortals. Midgardians are the least interesting to me,” he said.

“Whatever. Just stay away from me- and don’t shit talk my uncle or his inventions.”

“I will speak how I wish.”

“Listen - I know you don’t give a shit but my name is YN Stark. I’m not some nameless figure you can push around. I wasn’t always a Stark- -why? Why?!”

You got up to his face, his eyes still unperturbed.

“I had nothing! I came from nothing at all! My family fucking died! Everyone runs back to their family every Christmas and Birthday and holiday- but me? None! I had to be alone, scraping for myself! No one around me-no one to keep me safe! No one to even love me! I had nothing until Uncle Tony came in…” there were tears in your eyes.

You took a breath and continued, Loki’s face was frozen, but he still listened.

“I don’t give a shit if he was the CEO of Stark Enterprises or the janitor- he welcomed me to his home. He’s like a dad to me- the only one I got left. So you can keep talking your shit- just not to me!” you cried.

You hurried out before he could make a reply.

You couldn’t help but hold onto your grudge. Every time he appeared, you turned away. Ignoring him. Giving him the cold shoulder. Ignoring him in the rudest, snobbiest way. He deserved it. No wonder if his baritone voice you could never stop listening to. Your ears perking over whenever he spoke like a cat. But your eyes forward.

There were a few times he would lock eyes with you. And then he would smirk. You would huff and turn right away.

“Ugh…asshole,” you muttered. Stupid, beautiful asshole with a great ass.

It continued perhaps for a couple of weeks. Then…one day he caught you alone. You tried to, wanted to, everything urged in you to back off…but your feet stayed put.

“Hello there I…I have…thought about what you said and…”

“And what? Plan to throw my uncle off a building? Again?” you asked.

“No I…I’m sorry. For what I said,” he replied.

You paused. Looking at him.

“Oh…okay…what made you change your mind?” you asked. You folded your arms.

“You see- I am adopted too.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

With a slight whiff of magic, briefly, his appearance changed. His skin was blue and his eyes red. You dropped your jaw.

“Turns out, I’m a Frost Giant. Or…part Frost Giant at least. I was just a baby- found abandoned in the snow. Then adopted and brought to Asgard to be raised under the name of Odinson and not Laufeyson.

“Why…what?! Oh…oh god, when did you find out?”

“The hard way.”

“That…that does sound miserable…I’m sorry for being harsh.”

“Don’t be.”

You began to talk more. About the birth family you lost forever, wondered about. Each time it happened, you learned more about each other. He learned some about Tony and you- like what flavor of cake your uncle would try to make on your birthday. He would tell you about turning into a snake as a child to trick Thor.

Uncle Tony would keep a careful eye on him. He gave you a few warnings, and you promised him to tread with caution.

So you trod with caution for months. Then a year.

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“My brother is dangerous and impulsive- he endangered his kingdom. Why would you even agree to go with him on a date?” Loki cried.

You just got back to the compound. He looked down at your clothes- causal plaid and jeans. Probably not first-date wear. The place wasn’t a fancy restaurant- just a bar and grill.

“It wasn’t a date! We were hanging out! It was just out to a restaurant to enjoy happy hour and eat mozzarella sticks! He needed his own tray of them as he was wolfing them down like candy!” you explained.

“He will try and charm you! But you know his type and what they do! That’s what he is- he gets everything he wants on a silver platter. And when you tell him no, he’ll…he’ll…”

“What Silvertongue? What will he do?” you asked.

Loki huffed, then began to pace away.

“Nothing happened. He just wanted company. A friend. Thor keeps talking about how much he misses this woman named Jane. He’s too madly in love with her. You can practically see the heart eyes on him every time she’s brought up!”

Loki paused. How beautiful he looked. The shine of the moon radiates from the window. Making his ivory skin have a silver glow. His eyes soft. He took a large but graceful hand and ruffled it through his own curls.

“I’m. Not. Dating him. And how could I take Jane’s man away from her? It’s like when me and Peter go see movies- or when you or I go see movies! It’s fine!”

“Alright. I was just…just worried, was all. I wanted you safe.”

“You thought I would be unsafe with Thor? Thor’s just a big teddy bear!”

“When you date I just…I just want you protected…” he said.

“You know…thank you. It is scary to be on a date. Things have happened. To women on dates. But…I’m an adult. You can worry about me some. But I can take care of myself too,” you replied.

“Yes…yes you can,” Loki agreed.

With that, he vanished away in a sliver of magic.

“Absolutely not” was your response.

“Come on, YN! It will be fun!” Peter replied, nudging close to you. He sat next to you on the couch. The TV show you were both watching droned on.

“Fun?!? Fun!?! What about going to a fancy dinner with the Avengers sounds fun! Besides- what if I use the wrong fork or knock something over? I know these events, but this…this is something else,” you replied.

“Please, YN! You are invited too!” Peter insisted.

“Well…I may have to go shopping for the right dress,” you sighed. Peter grinned at you.

“Don’t worry- all the men will be in suits. And your Uncles paying for everything.”

“He always paid everything for me,” you replied. “Okay, you know….fine, I’ll go.”

“Awesome!” Peter cried, high-fiving you.

You watched a few more minutes and then Peter excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Little did you know, that Thor knocked on the door to Loki’s room several floors down in the compound. The god of mischief opened and cocked a dark eyebrow.

“Brother! There is going to be a dinner and you must come! It shall be at a tavern- but it is like a palace! Very exquisite! You must come!” he invited, waving a hand.

Loki smirked, folding his arms

“Finally! For all the world saving none of the Avengers truly know the finer things in life. I would like to eat something that isn’t frozen and from a bag. ” he replied.

Thor folded his hands.

“I knew you would like it! And everyone is dressing up! We all know your style!”

“These so-called sweatpants they all wear all the time become old and reek of their personal smells. Do they even know of any basics of dressing? Fine then- reserve me a spot. You know I have plenty to wear. No one will dare call me the sloppy one of us both,” he continued.

Thor nodded his head. His lips smiling but tight. Then Loki used his magic to close the door and he returned to reading his book.

As Thor and Peter passed in the halls, they exchanged nods and high-fives.

You arrived in a dress- it had a slight dip to it but had a flowy skirt that went to your knees and a heart-shaped neckline with a pearl necklace. You had them take your coats and go to the table.

It was odd- you didn’t see anyone here. Not Wanda. Steve. Nat. Uncle Tony. Thor. Peter. Clint. Not even Bruce discussing something science-y with whoever sat next to him.

You approached the hostess.

“Hello- I am here for the table marked for The Avengers,” you said.

She nodded and led you to a table. It was notably small. Only three other chairs.

Perhaps it was a more intimate event. Just you and Peter and Uncle Tony and maybe someone else- maybe Thor.

No one was there. You sat there alone, placing the cloth napkin on your lap. Fidgeting nervously and staring at where everyone sat. Not one recognizable face among the soft chatter and sound of wines being poured.

Loki arrived wearing one of his nicer suits and a long coat. His hair was washed today (his brother talked him into it). He looked at the restaurant. He was correct- It was the Le Sait. The street was the correct one. Walking with a swagger, he went up the steps inside the restaurant with its bright yellow glow inside.

“Hello there my dear- the table for the Avengers, please,” he crooned out.

The hostess led him over to the table…

The person who showed up was Loki.

It struck you. You were in nice clothes. In a nice restaurant. Alone was Loki.

You both stood up. You felt so hot you could have burned or melted your own self into a puddle. Loki’s eyes went down to your neckline and then politely back up.

“You!” you gasped out.

“You!” he repeated with a slight jump.

Then you both relaxed and burst into laughter.

“Why Loki! It’s you!”

“Yes, it is! Well…”

“Come on…sit down…let’s just eat some dinner, I’m starved….”

“Yes, I agree…”

It then hit you-no one else showed up.

“Where is everyone?”

“I’m not sure but…let’s just…just enjoy it. Enjoy the place and being together.”

You both laughed and talked so much you didn’t realize it was nearly empty. Only you guys here. Recalling every memory you had. First happy ones, the ones that could make one laugh so hard your stomach hurt. Then…about the day you met.

“I said those offensive things back then. Because the truth was I was the fool…do you forgive me?”

“I already have.”

“I need to know every day. It always is my greatest shame. What keeps me awake at night. I said those things back then because I didn’t know you. In a way, I wanted to prove myself. Make myself big, strong-I kept getting into those habits. Tried to scoff at Stark to feel better about myself…But then you spoke. You challenged me. I never heard of him doing that- of taking you in. And it wasn’t to tear me down or to make me less. But to challenge me to be better, do better. And the way you fought back instead of lying there…it impressed me.”

It was quiet now, still. People had left. It seemed not even the waiters were around. But you didn’t mind.

“With you, I feel less alone. I feel seen. I’m not perfect. It’s odd for a god, but I have…I have so many faults. Yet you see me and choose me anyway. And with you…I want to try to improve those faults,” Loki replied.

Your eyes brimmed with tears.

“I love you too. It’s so weird- you can’t leave my mind. I miss you. I want you. I want to be with you, I want to choose to love you…”

“My dear, we can be better. Grow to do better..together.”

“Oh, fuck it!” you cried.

You grabbed and kissed him. You could feel it already- his mere touch driving you crazy. You wanted nothing more than him on you, in you.

“Oh, I can tell, my dear…” he smirked, his voice half a laugh.

His hand lifted up. Green magic sparked from his hand and then went around you. A clear shield.

“No one will see us, hear us. We are silent and invisible, my pet.”

At once you got on his lap, straddling him. Just piling on the kisses, his scent- him. Your lips crashed onto his. A hand reached up, and raked through his curls. He washed them today- and how beautiful, how soft they felt to you. Well…there was one thing you felt that was definitely not soft. And you felt it already poking at you, right at the lace underwear you wore for tonight.

“Oh…oh gods….” You moaned. The shudder escaping you. He carefully moved his hips closer.

He held you tight. Already your hips lining, an electricity shooting through you both. You let out another whimper.

“Ah, if that is the effect a mere brush of my clothes has on you…then you must be ready when my bare flesh touches yours,” he whispered.

He then sucked onto a part of your neck and you sighed into it. Loving it-loving him. You reached up.

Your fingers were too greedy, you went to his tie. You gently undid it. Then it was just an impractical thing dangling from his neck like a scarf with his undone shirt.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” you confessed. You moved in another sloppy kiss.

“I see…my little dove is eager, greedy…and who am I to keep her waiting too much…” he replied.

He held onto you. Then at once, used his magic to make the plates and food and glasses vanish. He shoved you onto the table. You began to kiss on him. Holding onto him tight, and grinding as you did.

“Please…I need you…”

“Oh…still more…then…then beg…” he asked. “You will have to want my touch rather than placing your pretty hands all over me.”

With a bit more magic, his undone tie was over your wrists.

“Yes…yes please…Loki…I need you…I need you inside me…here, now- fast. Rough.”

“Hmm, what was that last bit?” he asked quietly.

“I just want you to take me- take me in the filthiest way possible on this table, here.”

He chuckled. Then easily flipped you over onto your stomach. He lifted your skirt. You heard him tsk at the sight of your lace underwear on display. Already dripping wet from the inside, but flattering your ass.

“First…you must learn a lesson…you scared me quite a bit there, going with that fool of a brother I have…but now you are mine…but you will learn a lesson.”

He undid your underwear and let it fall. Then he reached for a hand and spanked it. You let out a yelp.

“Tell me I’m yours with every spank. Then thank me.”

“I’m yours. Thank you.”

He spanked you again, and he let out a cry. The momentum makes you move.

“Hmmm…what was that?” he asked.

“I’m yours! Thank you!”

He spanked you a third time, you let out another sound- then it melted to your voice.

“I’m yours, thank you.”

Then a fourth time. You could already feel the impact, the sting on your flesh. How since his hands were so large, it could cover so much of your ass.

“I’m yours-thank you!”

“One more time- I didn’t quite hear that.”

He spanked another time and you cried out.

“I’m yours! Thank you!”

You still felt your necklace almost to your mouth. Your arms were a little tight from being held together. But gods, this was the hottest thing you had ever experienced.

“Yes…are you ready, my little mortal. Can you handle all of a god?”

“Yes…yes please-please…”

His hands wandered to your legs, his breath catching. Letting you spread wide. Finally, you felt him inside you, getting inside with each inch.

“Oh- oh-oh!” you were crying.

“You will be a good girl, and take all of it. You wanted a god, and now you have him,” he demanded.

He let out a slow thrust.

“Yes! Yes, I can!”

“And you will keep saying thank you.”

He thrust again. Grunting with each one. The table shaking. The pure lewdness of it all overwhelms you.

“Yes-Yes-Yes, oh gods- thank you- thank you so much!”

You could feel how he reached over the skirt. His own sounds. The little noises he was making, his breath right over the back of your neck. His breathy repetitions of your name. Then you felt the bonds disappear- he pulled you up to him.

“Hold onto the table, dove. It’s going to be rougher-”

You grabbed onto it for dear life. Then let out a cry as he got into you. He pounded into you with such a dury the wood shook, you gripped on. IT was so painful, so pleasurable.

“Oh- oh my god- yes-yes-please-oh-thank you, yes thank you- thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-”

“My-my dear I- gods, the sight of you- nrgh-bent over for me- such-such loyalty-to-to-to your god and-fuck-I’ll be-be loyal back-”

He reached a hand in as he pounded and found your clit.

“Now darling- yes-yes cum-that’s your reward-norns-norns I’m close-come on-just cum, over it all-scream so loud-test the shield-yes-come one-hel, I’ can’t I’m about to-I’m about-”

You came with a cry, it broke on you so intensely. The release you couldn’t fight anymore. It spun up and out, and then the relaxation of its flight washed down your system.

Then it became all smaller, quieter cries. “Ah..ah…ah…” you were whimpering with what voice you had after that. You were panting as was he.

His magic got rid of the embarrassing mess that some poor employee of the restaurant would have to clean up. It smelled and felt normal. No one would suspect a thing… except for how you both held hands leaving the place. A blush on Loki’s cheeks as his tie was still left undone for you.

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strellzzz · 9 months

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OKAY GUYS I FINALLY GOT WIFI NOW I CAN REALLY START MAKIN STORYS. ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

I ALSO WANNA SAY THANK U FOR 50 FOLLOWERS 🩷 .

(okay so i’m gonna do my first lil fanfic)

' 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. '

(miles morales)

- you and miles have been dating for almost 3 months now.

your in your room making tiktok’s when all of sudden a message notification pop up on your phone.

- when you saw that text you was getting kind of worried cause you don’t know where this text message is gonna lead to.

you started smiling at your phone cause you loved when he called you “mamas”. you went on your clock app and set your phone to wake you up at 12:30 am cause you knew damn well you don’t be getting up early.

you put your phone down on the night stand and went to sleep.

11 hrs later ...

your alarm went off wakin u up. your half asleep and half woke. you looked at your phone and pressed snooze.

5 mins later...

your alarm went off once again. you sighed while turning to your phone pressing stop. you started stretching while getting up from your bed. you looked at your phone and you saw it's 12:37 , you thought to yourself and thought why would you set the alarm so early. you laid back in your bed and started facetiming miles. it took atleast 3 rings for him to answer , when he answered it was nothing but a black screen.

"hello ..."

when he said this you can hear nothing but his deep soft sleepy voice.

"you still sleep?"

"well i was ... but you called me.."

"why are you still up..?"

"i set my alarm to 12:30 and now i can't go to sleep."

it was a lil pause. all of sudden you heard moving noises and then you saw his tired face.

"why would you..."

you cut him off before he even finished his sentence.

"don't even ask"

"well just get ready and call me when your done"

"okay"

"ight"

he hangs up and you put your phone back on the nightstand. you got up out of your bed and went to the bathroom. you took off your clothes and went inside the shower washing every body part making sure you smell good. you get out the shower grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your body. you looked in the mirror while grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste brushing your teeth.

after doing your skin care routine and everything else you went to your room to try and find clothes to wear.

( just visualize what you want to wear )

you found the clothes you want to wear and you placed them on the bed. you took your towel off and started drying yourself with it. you started putting your bra and your underwear on. you eventually started putting on your clothes.

you took off your bonnet that you had on your head. eventually you started calling him.

he answered.

"im on my way"

"well damn."

"yeah. im just quick like that"

"you wanna see my outfit?"

"nah. surprise me."

you placed your phone down where he can only see your celling. you started putting on perfume and putting on your shoes.

all of sudden you started hearing a honk outside your house. you looked out your window. it's him

"im outside"

"okay give me a min."

you hung up and grabbed your purse while putting stuff in there like your lipgloss and wallet etc. you walked to your front door leaving your house.

you went up to his car. he got out the car and walked to you kissing you on your lips. he stopped and started looking at you.

"you look so good mama.. and smell real good."

"thank youu" you started smilin.

he opened the front door for you. you got inside the car , he made sure you was in there for he won't close the door on your foot or leg. he walked to his side of the car and got in.

he starts driving to his house. eventually you guys got there. you both got out the car and went inside the house.

as you and him were walking in he leads you to the living room. you see his mom and dad sitting on the couch together.

"mom. dad. this is y/n."

they both got up and walked towards you and him.

his mom: so this is the girl you always talk about!

she looks at you.

his mom: it's so nice to meet you! and you look so pretty!

"thank u!" you smiled.

his dad: better looking then that white girl he was talking too.

she turned around to jefferson and gave him that look.

his dad: WHAT ?? i'm just saying !! i didn't like her and you didn't either.

"dad..please " he started covering his face 🤦🏾‍♂️ .

his dad: my bad my bad.

his mom: anyways...

she looked back at you.

his mom: make yourself at home !

"okay thank you !"

miles grab your hand and took you to his room.

his dad: U BETTA KEEP THAT DOOR OPEN TO A BARE MINIMUM.

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i know it's alotta details 😭😭😭 i hope y'all like it also should i do a part 2 ?

#black reader #black writers #miles molares #across the spiderverse #fanfic #black y/n #thank you #50 followers #special #atsv x reader

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lilyharvord · 4 years

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hi can you please make a fluffy fic with mare and her baby boy shade calore im begging you its for science 🥺

Who wants baby Barrow Calores? I do!!!!! So here is a fluffy lil fic. I can’t believe this didn’t devolve into angst. We got a lil bit, but it’s so fluffy I couldn’t handle ruining it. Enjoy children! (also no editing? This seems to be a theme of mine now)

@evangelineartemiasamos, @universegamer, @caven---malore, @mareshmallow, @marecal-trash, @marecalrandomstuff, @marecalforever, @scxrletguardsdawn, @redqueenetwork (yikes this isn’t exactly mission 4, but kind of? Mare’s surrounded by her friends/family) @turquoise-is-pretty (dont think I dont remember your post about them having babies), @redqueen-marecal-lover. Is anyone else here still? I feel like everyone left. ):

Gravity

He’s so small, that’s my first thought when the nurse finally hands him to me. My entire body trembles with exhaustion, and more than anything I just want to curl up and sleep.

Seeing that I probably will drop him if she lets me take his full weight, the nurse passes my hands and gently sets him on my chest, letting him rest there before I rest my hands on his back. His dark eyes are already open, looking around groggily at the world around him. My face is probably barely in focus, so I crane my neck, even though it sends a spike of pain down my back, and pulls on old scars. Softly, I brush my fingers along his full head of hair. Dark, more black than brown. That ruddy color to his cheeks is unmistakably red though. The entire time I had carried him, I had been uncertain how I would feel if he was a red like me. At least as a silver he would have been guaranteed an ability, and a chance to fit into our family. He wouldn’t have been an outsider among his own parents. Now though, the odds of him having that future have increased.

My heart already aches for a future that hasn’t even come to pass. Was this what it was going to be like? Always wishing something else had happened so that he wouldn’t have to suffer? I shift him slightly, and press a light kiss on his hairline, and a hot tear rolls down my nose to plop on his head. He registers the shift in his position with an almost imperceptible cry. Healthy, he was healthy though. That was all that mattered, after everything that had happened during my pregnancy, he was healthy. A small miracle in itself.

Countless months of blood transfusions to combat anemia, meeting Sara almost daily, and dealing with the constant fear that I would get into this hospital and give birth to something that would never breathe. It used to wake me in the middle of the night, gasping and sweating, reaching my hands out into the darkness for a baby that was being taken away from me. He was here now though, and a small part of me wishes he was back inside of me. I could protect him so much better if he was still there.

Cal’s hand on my neck brings me out of my thoughts, and I am surprised to feel rivers of tears running down my cheeks. I had forgotten he was next to me. His concern is in his brows, which are drawn together tightly. I give him a weak smile and then whisper, “I’m fine.”

HIs worry barely disappears, and he slowly rises from the chair. Swinging his leg he climbs on the bed with me, even though Sara had hissed at him not to do that early on. I immediately press into his side, soaking up the warmth that is there. Now that the emotional struggle is over, I feel cold. My hair is still wet with sweat, and there is a cold draft in the room somewhere. I wrap our son tighter in my arms, worried he’s cold as well.

Cal wraps an arm around me, and holds me closer to him, while his other hand reaches out for the baby between us. His hand hovers for a moment, as if he’s uncertain. I glance up at him, wondering what is making him hesitate. There is an emotion there that I don’t have a name for, but it is quickly replaced as he sets his hand on our son’s head. His thumb runs along the feathery hairs, and he whispers softly, “He’s beautiful, you did amazing.”

I laugh at his words, and he chuckles. This had been both of us, two cells coming together in the perfect combination. A one in a million chance. The odds had been stacked so high against us that I began to think there would never be a moment like this. Turning my head further to rest my forehead against his jaw, I whisper, “I’m exhausted, so guess who gets to do parenting duties for the first year while I take numerous naps?”

He laughs at my words, only to press a kiss against my temple and say, “Anything you need, I live to serve you.”

Between us, our son yawns, opening his mouth wide enough to reveal two pinks gums. He closes his eyes and his head lolls back. Cal catches it with his hand, and gently guides it back to my chest while I lay back among the pillows. I try to keep my breathing even so that he doesn’t shift more than he needs to.

We both watch him breathe for a few minutes, and I count every single inhale and exhale, adding them to the strange tally of firsts I am keeping in my head. “I name this one right?” I eventually ask in the silence, my thumb caressing his little back as he sleeps. Cal tilts his head to the side, his lips pulling up in a smile as he says, “Are you inferring that you will do this again? Because just an hour ago you were breaking my hand and screaming that you were going to kill me, in very colorful terms. I think Sara blushed once or twice.”

“Heat of the moment,” I defend, with an awkward laugh, and he gives me a knowing smile. Shifting to face me on the bed, he watches my hands for a moment and then says, “You can name them all if you want.”

“That’s not fair. I’ll name him, and you can name the next one. When we have it, ten years from now.”

He throws his head back and laughs, before reaching a hand out and pushing the hairs sticking to my neck and chest behind my ear. His fingers trail along my cheek, and for a moment I am awed that he can love me when I look like this. My throat still hurts from screaming, and I know that I hardly look like the woman that he had rolled around with in the sheets nine months ago. I had thought that as soon as my son left my body it would at least go back to being semi-normal, but even through the sheets I can see that some of that pudge is still there. It might never go away. I remembered Farley bemoaning it for months after Clara.

“I have never seen you smile like you did when you heard him cry for the first time.” Cal admits, his expression whimsical as he reaches out again to touch our son’s back. He trails his fingers along his arm and softly touches his hand, his fingers closing around that tiny fist.

It’s like watching the moon orbit a planet. Gravity pulls both of us into him, just as it had done from the moment he became something tangible with the first kick.

Someone shouts outside of the door, shattering the stillness of the moment, and my head snaps up, my fingers curling around my son as I pull him tighter to my chest and away from Cal’s hand. His eyes snap to the door, the room increasing in temperature as I watch his shoulders roll into a defensive stance. So protective already, it’s not like I am any different though. I was ready to die for this baby the moment I felt him move in me for the first time.

I catch a few words that are exchanged outside and relax before saying, “It’s just Bree.”

Sure enough, the door opens and both of my brothers almost fall into the room. I can’t help but smile as they manage to right themselves, and almost knock Gisa over when she tries to slide between them. She glides past them and into the room, carrying a bottle of something that I vaguely recognize as champagne. She holds it up and says, “Dad has the glasses.”

“We’re drinking already? The kid isn’t even an hour old.” Bree states as he pushes Tramy away and walks to the foot of the bed. I eye them both, a growl almost rising up in my throat. They were two large animals at the best of times, and my son was still so small. They catch sight of my expression, and Bree blushes to the tips of his ears before saying, “What?”

“You two need to keep a radius of ten miles from that baby,” My mother announces as she appears at Bree’s shoulder. She moves past them, apparently not sensing my hackles rising. She edges past Gisa and presses a kiss to my hair saying, “You did so well! Seventeen hours is good, I was in labor with Bree for almost a day and half.”

“That’s because his fat head got stuck.” Tramy teases.

I shy away from my mother a little bit, when she leans closer to see the baby, and almost press into Cal, who has shifted again to face the rest of the room. His eyes scan my family, and like me, he seems to be assess all of the risks. More people means it’s easier for something to happen that we can’t prevent. I have no idea what I am so cautious all of the sudden though. This is my family, they would never do anything to hurt this baby.

“You guys are smothering her, give Mare room to breathe,” Gisa demands as she sets the bottle down and returns to the door to help my dad. He enters almost silently, carrying a small box of mismatches glasses. His presence seems to finally bring quiet. I relax just slightly, as he comes to the side of the bed with my mother, and says, “These people, we had to smuggle this in here.”

“Probably for good reason,” Farley says in the doorway. I relax even further when I see her. Farley would understand what I was feeling right now. There is a squeal from near her legs though, and a second later, Clara pops into existence at the foot of the bed. I tense and pull away from her as she crawls up the bed, her bubbly laugh escaping as she says, “Can I see the baby aunt Mare?”

I almost scramble back and climb up the wall to keep her away from him. She pauses near my hip, her face falling and her eyes widening as the space between us crackles with electricity and the air picks up the scent of ozone. The room immediately goes silent, and the tension is enough to make my heart pound. I glance around hesitantly at all of them, before saying hoarsely, “He’s so small...” and so delicate goes unsaid. Cal wraps his arm around me again, sensing my need for a place to hide, and pulls me closer to him as I lean into his support.

My mother finally seems to catch onto the mood, and she slowly pulls Clara back before saying tenderly, “Of course he is sweetheart, it’s okay though.”

“They’re like little bouncy balls, they take hits that you’d be surprised by.” Farley assures as well, as she pulls Clara closer to her near the foot of the bed and whispers something in her ear. She puckers her lips and looks at me before saying, “You promised I could hold the baby.”

“I bet Cal hasn’t even held him yet, and he probably wants to hold his baby.” Farley says softly to Clara who glares at her mother and says, “Aunt Mare didn’t promise him, she promised me.”

“But you are the cousin, and that is their baby.” She admonishes, and rolls her eyes in my direction before saying, “Aren’t you excited? This is what you have to look forward to.”

I crack a small smile, and sit up a little straighter. The room shifts and relaxes in response to me. Gisa looks around the room before saying, “You know we had to draw straws to get in here? Ella, and Rafe, and Tyton are waiting in the lobby area, and being so impatient.”

“They can wait a little while,” I whisper, as I search the hallway. My family is here, but I haven’t seen Julian. Then again, Sara was probably keeping him in the waiting room for a little bit to keep the room from getting too crowded. And I know Anabel is here. She had written to me a month ago, asking hesitantly if it would be uncomfortable and unwished, for her to come. It had taken me a few days to craft a response, but I had told her if she wished to brave my family then she would be welcome. She was a part of this baby family as much as my parents were. Besides, it wasn’t every day that someone became a great grandmother. Maybe with the Silvers it was common, but among the reds, even my parents living to see two grandchildren was a surprise.

The room is practically filled to the brim without them though. Clara edges closer to me while I look away, and this time I don’t pull away from her when she sticks her head around my arm. She puckers her lips and then says with disgust, “It looks like an ugly tomato.”

“Clara,” my mother admonishes, as she reaches for her. I laugh at her words though, and smiling down at her I say, “Well you looked like a tomato too when you were born.”

She looks up at me and with narrowed eyes and says, “Did not.”

“Did to, I remember, and Cal does too.” I say as I glance at him. He blushes for a second, when I put him on the spot. Clara looks over her shoulder at her mother and asks horrified, “I looked like a tomato?”

“Yes, but the best tomato at the market.” Farley teases, even though her eyes glint at me. We both remember that day very differently. I remember a storm and a little white pill, and she remembers excruciating pain and then inexplicable relief.

“Walking down memory lane is great and all, but does this little guy have a name? That champagne is getting warm while we sit here talking.” Bree asks, his brows bouncing as he teases. Clara climbs up onto her knees, and using my shoulder to support herself, she looks down at my son and says, “She looks like a Arianna.”

“She is a he, so I’m afraid that is not going to work,” Cal teases her, and Clara’s mouth falls open in horror. She looks between the two of us before saying, “You guys had a boy? You were supposed to have a girl! I can’t play with a boy!”

Cal laughs, and I smile as I reach up to tuck one of Clara’s blonde curls behind her ear. “You wont be playing with him for a few years anyway.”

“Come on then, don’t keep us in suspense, what’s his name?” Tramy asks, while he starts drumming his hands on the end of the bed in a drumroll. I twist my lips at him only to admit softly, “I... never thought of one.”

“Then Cal gets to name him.” Bree reasons, and next to me Cal shrugs before saying, “Next one.”

“Oh good. It won’t be Tibarias then, because that’s an unfortunate name.” Bree snickers as he replies, and Cal’s face drops into mock annoyance. I can’t help laughing as well though. It has been years since anyone has bothered to call him that, and I know a part of him still smarts when they do, but for the most part he can laugh it off.

I glance down at my son again who has opened his eyes with all the noise, and shifting. He blinks up at me, his eyes the color of dark honey. My heart aches for a moment as I think about that, and I trace his cheek as I follow that train of thought. I had tried to not think about my brother during this whole thing. He should have been in this room with us, teasing me and nipping at Cal. He was here though, in Clara, and in my memory of him. I chew on my lower lip for a moment, trying to keep the tears at bay as I think about that. I don’t need Bree to tease me about my emotions again.

Cal’s forehead presses to my temple and he whispers, “Tell me.”

I turn my head slowly and whisper it into his ear. When I pull back, I watch his face for a moment. His expression goes distant, and sad, before he turns to me and asks, “Are you sure?”

I nod, and even though my heart feels like it’s breaking all over again, it’s not in pain. This feels like breaking something down to build it back up again. To build something stronger and better than before. The future was already changing, and my son will not have to go to war, and he will not have to face the trials that I did. He wont have to make the impossible decisions that Cal made, or face the same horrors that Farley did.

I turn back to my family and smiling, open my mouth to tell them exactly my thoughts, but my mother holds her hands out and shouts, “Wait! Not yet! We toast to the name. Bree get the glasses.”

My brother squeezes by my dad and with Gisa’s help starts pouring the champagne. Someone else appears in the doorway and I spot Sara carrying a small bundle in her arms. She glances around at everyone, and Julian is suddenly next to her, saying, “Goodness, it’s packed in here.”

“Unfortunately, I have enough family for everyone.” I say, and Sara smiles before edging around to Cal’s side. She gives him a smile and then says, “We had to go grab your gift from Julian’s office where he left it.” She offers up the blanket in her arms, and I smile as she unfolds it and helps me wrap my son in it. He grabs a tiny fistful of it in response, and I lean back among the blankets.

The glasses are passed around, and I even take one, with a tease from Tramy to watch my tolerance after months of not drinking. Surrounded by all of them, I glance at Cal, who tips his head to me and says, “You did all the hard work, you get to make the announcement.”

I draw the tip of my tongue along my lips. I have never been one for standing up and making speeches, but for my son, I will try to keep my voice from wobbling. I raise my glass slowly and say, “To Shade Barrow Calore, may you always know your family loves you and stands by you, and may you enjoy the future we are building for you, my darling.”

Farley’s intake of breath is soft as I utter his name, but still she smiles at me, as she raises her glass to answer the toast, and says softly, her words almost breaking, “To Shade Barrow Calore, happy birthday.” She brings her glass to her lips and takes a sip, hugging Clara close to her as she does.

The rest of my family raises their glasses, echoing her words. My mother has to clear her throat before saying it, and she has tears in her eyes as she does. They fall as she takes her sip, but she still leans down and presses another kiss to my hair.

Bree clears his throat and speaks to break the mood in the room, “It’s certainly better than Tibarias.”

That brings a true laugh from everyone, even Cal who leans close to me and whispers, “Easier to spell too.”

I chuckle as I press a kiss to his lips, tasting the champagne as I do. He pulls back slightly while the rest of our family finally finds each other more interesting to give us this moment. He reaches up to wipe my tears away and says, “You know that wherever he is right now, he’s puffing his chest out because you named your son after him.”

“He wouldn’t have shut up about it if he was here.” I answer, and I am surprised that I can laugh a little bit about that comment. Maybe I will be able to laugh more about Shade in the future. My son will carry his name on, and will hopefully heal whatever part of me is still bruised and aching over my brother.

Between us, Shade lets out a little sigh and grabs at my shirt with needing hands. Smiling down at him, I give him my finger to hold onto. He has a surprisingly strong grip, and I marvel at that, and at him. He was going to grow so fast, and I know instantly that these will be the moments I miss. For now though, I will try to not think about the future, or the past too much. I’ll let this moment own my full attention. I’ll let gravity do all the work and pull me closer and closer to my son.

#red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken throne #post broken throne #what do you mean the fandom is dead?#Bitch i'm still here #I aint leaving until they kick me out #also #i am one hundred percent here for an obnoxious barrow family #you cannot stop me from making up my own family traditions #dont worry they toasted to clara at some point too #also shade barrow is up in heaven defintely talking everyone's ear off about the fact that his nephew is named after him #(*ask lily*)#(*shut up lily*)#(*lily fills in the gaps after broken throne*)#that epilogue left me with so much space to work #I appreciate it queen v #mare barrow #shade barrow calore #(he can only be shade barrow calore)#drop the barrow and I will hunt you down #cal calore #the entire barrow clan plus one #they're family is fucking massive now #I love it #surround Cal with a family big enough to dog pile him #he deserves it #anyway

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Shame: Kissing Strangers [Prelude]

Kissing Strangers [Part 1] // Communication [Part II] // In the Cut [Side Story]

A/N: A request was made for a development between our favorite couple in part 1 of Kissing Strangers, but I decided to actually take it back a step and do a prelude. I also listened to Summer Walker’s Shame when I wrote this, not a direct reflection of the song but it was a big inspiration for it. Unsure if there will be more of this series(?) but please don’t hesitate to give me any feedback on whether you liked this addition or not! ❤️ always

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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As the car rolls to a stop against the curb, you can hear the gears shift into park, the engine shutting off with a soft *click*. You pull your eyes from the window, turning from the dark outside world to face the person you’d spent all evening with.

After dinner, your friend Rashad had dropped you off with his friend Erik as his house, him offering to drive you back to your place since you lived close and Rashad didn’t.

You both had shared a pretty fun night, especially considering it was your first time meeting him, so you didn’t see the harm in having him drive you a few blocks to your place. Worse case scenario, if he turned out to be a psycho, you would just have to duck and roll out of the car and walk yourself the rest of the way home.

Everything was going fine until the moment he’d helped you up into his tall ’95 Ford Bronco, and his hands latched onto your waist to securely hold onto you until you were seated. He’d even gone as far as buckling you in, too, muttering something about the seatbelt being ‘tricky on this side’ as he pulled the strap across your chest.

You would have paid more attention to what he was saying except your eyes were locked onto the gold chain that hung from around his neck, and the small muscles resting atop his shoulders that you could see peeking through the neck hole of his shirt, distracting you a little.

Your mind only came back to you after you heard the seatbelt click into place, and when he pulled back to give you one last once over, his eyes hovered on your lips for a second too long, and you swore you could hear a tiny little groan escape his mouth as he licked his lips.

After that, you’d completely clammed up, not saying anything, and the both of you drove to your house in complete silence. All you could think about on the way back was how you’d acted that night with him and the things you’d said, your mind playing a constant loop of the memories over and over again in your head.

Did you… miss something?

Surprised wouldn’t exactly be the right word to describe how you were feeling (you were hot, he was… foinee… it made sense).

Shocked would have probably better encompassed your response, though, because you truly didn’t see that coming. Especially not from someone like him.

You’d never been so blatantly hit on before, so you really weren’t sure what to do in this situation.

Like every other girl, you’d unfortunately experienced the gross catcalling or lame ass pickup lines weird ass dudes tried to spit at you, but not much past that.

So for Erik to be so forward with what he clearly was feeling for you… you weren’t prepared for that.

Clearing your throat, you start.

“Erik-”

“Y/N-”

You both speak at the same time, words overlapping each others.

“Sorry,” he weakly chuckles, clearing his throat. “You first.”

He unbuckles his seatbelt, shifting his body towards you and giving you his undivided attention. His brown eyes look so warm and comforting, and the way he’s looking at you makes your insides do somersaults.

Nah, you can’t do this.

“Erik I don’t think we should-”

“Go out on a date with me.” Instead of overlapping this time, his words cut yours off, and your mouth hangs open from your unfinished sentence.

Your stuck, brain trying to digest the words you just heard.

He closes his eyes, a slow smile spreading on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you again but I got nervous.” He sheepishly admits, dimples creasing at the corners of his cheeks.

You still don’t say anything yet, and his eyes drift off somewhere as your words finally register in his ears, and his brows furrow together.

“Wait… you don’t think we should what, Y/N?”

There’s a mixture of confusion and worry on his face, and your poor little mind starts to panic.

“Uhh…nothing! Nothing at all. Good chat. Bye.”

You pop open the door, struggling to scramble out of the car so you could run away from this conversation. You didn’t have his number and you don’t remember telling him your last name, so if you got away now you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to track you down on social media later.

Your flared anxiety had given you a serious case of tunnel vision, and if your mind wasn’t racing a mile a minute, you would have realized that the reason you struggled to get out of the vehicle was because your seatbelt was still on.

The car door opens up all the way and you look up to see Erik standing in front of you, a tired but uncomplaining expression on his face. You didn’t even know he’d gotten out of the car.

He reaches over you to un-click your seatbelt, and after you work your way out of it he extends that same hand, waiting for you to take it.

“C’mon,” he whispers to you softly, and you place your hand in his, stepping out of the car.

Instead of walking you up the driveway to the front door like you were expecting, he pulls you over to the sidewalk, linking his fingers with yours as you begin walking down the street in the opposite direction of your house.

Summer was coming to a slow close and the warm dewy air felt nice against your exposed skin, appreciative of the sweater knit crop top and shorts you’d chosen for the outing.

His warm hand also felt nice against yours, and even though your body was still vibrating a little with the energy from your anxiety spike, your soft in sync steps against the pavement helped you to focus on the repetition and calm your nerves.

You were about halfway down the block now of the quiet neighborhood, Erik’s eyes roaming over the houses on both sides of the street.

You knew that the owners of the house on the corner were elderly and kept to themselves, so when you got to it you pulled Erik to sit down with you on the ledge in front of their raised lawn.

You were fidgeting again, but you were determined to get what you felt off your chest, refusing to chicken out again.

He’d shown a surprising amount of patience and understanding so far. You hoped it lasted just a little while longer.

Once you were seated you dropped his hand, gripping the edge of the ledge as you lifted yourself to scoot back to a comfortable position, looking down at your dangling legs. It was now or never.

Taking a deep breath, you begin.

“I umm… I didn’t mean to get so skittish on your like that just then,” you angle a thumb back in the direction you came from. “You just caught me off guard is all.”

You laugh a little awkwardly, trying to bring some humor and lightheartedness back into the conversation like how it’d been earlier in the night.

“It’s okay,” he laughs lightly with you. “I did just kind of spring it on your out of nowhere, my bad.”

His attention was towards the ground too, focused on one of the cracks in the sidewalk his large foot was repeatedly covering and uncovering. You were grateful his eyes weren’t on you. His engaged stare could get a little intense for you sometimes.

“It’s cool,” you breathe out, feeling a lot more relaxed now that he didn’t seemed freaked out by your earlier weirdness.

“I haven’t been nervous like this since, like, high school, if you can believe it.” You sneak a glance up at him and see the bottom lip he was biting being pulled free by the cute little smile that takes over his face.

“Yeah?” He lifts his head up, those engaged eyes of his locking with yours, and suddenly it doesn’t seem so intense anymore. “I’m nervous too.”

Before you can catch yourself you snort a laugh, your eyes crinkling in the corners as a hearty little giggle follows.

“You’re nervous? You? What do you have to be nervous about?!” You give him a kind of bewildered look, not even believing for a second that this gorgeous man in front of you had butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

“Yes I’m nervous,” he chuckles matter-of-factly, his ears getting a little red with their increased temperature. His next words are so low you’re not really sure if you hear them correctly.

“I’m sitting in front of some strangers house talking to the super cute girl I’ve been trying to flirt with all night. Who still, by the way, hasn’t answered my question from earlier. So, yeah, I think I’m allowed to be a little bit nervous. Don’t you?”

You’re stuck again, face wiped clean of all traces of humor and teasing while his words penetrate your mind, and you feel a little prick at the corners of your cheeks as you blush.

“Oh.”

Oh? This man just confessed that he’d been trying to get at you all night and all you can say is oh? If you could slap yourself right now you would, except you’re still frozen in place, nothing but the dopey little smile sitting on your lips.

Taking a moment, you try, and fail, to morph your face back into a neutral expression, but when you realize you’re unable to you try your luck at words instead.

“You know, I feel as though I should warn you. I’ve never actually been on a date before.” Your heart skips a beat at your own confession, but for once it’s not in anxiety. It’s in excitement.

It’s his turn now to look bewildered, which he exaggerates a little by mockingly holding a hand up to his chest.

“Wait. Hold up. You’ve never been on a date before? Like, at all?” His eyebrows are damn near on his forehead, and you giggle, amused by his reaction.

“No, I haven’t.”

He fixes you with a curious look, his head tilted to the side like a puppy.

“Can I ask why?”

You chew at your lip, mulling it over in your mind while you genuinely take a moment to think about your answer.

Normally whenever people found out that you’d never been in a relationship or had sex before, you always felt judged and pressured, like you were nothing more than just some uptight prude.

So you’d always lie and say you were saving yourself for marriage, finding that people seemed to respect your persecution for religious virtue more than they did your need to take things slow.

But when Erik asked, you didn’t feel any of that.

“I guess I just haven’t found anyone worth dating yet.” You shrugged, and when your eyes drifted back up to his, he smiled, looking at you like he knew exactly how you felt.

“Well, I hope that you find them one day.”

You drop your eyes back down to your legs again and slide your hand over on the rough brick ledge, linking your pinky with his and giving it a light squeeze.

“Yeah, me too.”

You don’t see it, but you can hear him sniff a little laugh besides you, making you grin hard enough to bite the inside of your cheek for a little relief, and you feel him give your finger a squeeze back.

Minutes that feel like hours stretch on underneath the starry moonlit sky, and you share nothing else but silence and understanding between the two of you as you sit and enjoy the moment together.

The headlights of a small sedan flood the pavement with its bright lights as it turns the corner onto your street, washing over the both of you.

You hop down off the ledge, brushing yourself off and turning to him.

“We should probably keep going before it gets too late,” you say, remembering the tons of errands you had to run tomorrow for your grandma and the basketball game Erik mentioned earlier he had to go to.

Rounding the block, you look at more houses together and talk about the neighborhoods you grew up in, your pinkies finding themselves wrapped around each other again along the way.

“Wowww, an Oakland boy all the way down here in L.A. So how do you like it compared to the Bay?” You’d been to Oakland a few times in your childhood (well, Concord more specifically), and although you were young, you’d immediately noticed that the entire vibe of the NorCal area seemed far more laid back and relaxed than the constant on-the-go lifestyle you’d grown accustomed to in your own jam packed city. You wondered if he liked the transition.

“Well, I actually had just started high school by the time I moved, and the first thing I noticed when I got here…” His voice trails off a little at the end, and you raise your eyebrows in anticipation at him, prompting him to finish.

“…well, y’all conceited as fuck.”

You laugh loudly at the admission, covering your mouth after remembering you were outside, and he joins in your laughter. You certainly couldn’t disagree with that statement. It was definitely one of the many things you’d disliked growing up in the popular city, and it seemed like no matter where you went you couldn’t get away from hearing at least something about Los Angeles.

In your city’s defense, even though a lot of the natives couldn’t seem to stop thinking the world revolved around them, endless amounts of media outlets, pop culture, and global communities couldn’t seem to stop talking about L.A. either. It was a double edged sword no matter what.

“I’ll totally give you that one. But let’s not also act as if Bay Area niggas aren’t super snobby either. Y’all stay on y’all weird hipster grind and corny ass fashion,” you poke fun at him, mostly being sarcastic. Considering your own city always tried to reinvent fashion every other week, you really had no room to talk.

“Hey hey, my ass know how to dress, okay,” he puts his hands up still chuckling. “Don’t be grouping me in with them other niggas,”

You step out in front of him, obnoxiously observing his fit to look for any flaws. Putting a hand to your chin you give a low hum, nodding in concession as you take note of his plain white tee, black bomber jacket and denim washed jeans with his OG Air Force Ones, cuban link gold chain still hanging effortlessly around his neck.

You speak before your mouth has a chance to water, not wanting to stare at his fine form longer than necessary.

“Yeah, I guess you fly or whateva,” you shrug off, snickering as he playfully pushes you aside.

“Yeah, and I guess you not conceited or whateva either,” he comments, and you purse your lips, raising a brow.

“Iono, I wouldn’t speak so soon.” You joke, and out of the corner of your eye you can see him smirk.

“Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself then.”

The both of you come to a stop in front of your house, finally having made it around the block. He tries to make a move to walk you to the front door, but you stop him.

“It’s OK, right here is cool. My parents installed cameras around the house and I know for a fact they nosy asses be looking.” You smile, shaking your head, and he kisses his teeth at you.

“Wassup? You embarrassed of ya boy or sum?” He teases you, flashing that radiant smile of his that lets you see his fronts, and you roll your eyes hard to keep yourself from swooning right then and there.

“Whatever, Stevens. Are you gonna wish me a good night so I can go or what?” You cross your arms and your legs with one foot over the other, keenly aware of that anxious feeling coming back over you making you want to roll yourself into a tight ball.

Right as he opens his mouth to say something his phone buzzes in his pocket, making him breathe a small sigh as he reaches in to grab it. Your phone buzzes in your purse too, and you slide it off your shoulder to fish it out.

You swipe the device open, being immediately directed to the new message. At the top you see that it’s a new chat created by Rashad, sent to a bunch of unsaved numbers you don’t know and yourself.

‘Hey guys! Thanks for the fun night. I think a few of us wanted to go check out a movie tomorrow night too. Who’s down??’

“Looks like we’ve been invited out again,” Erik comments.

“Yeah, it does,” you respond, eyes scanning the end of the message for details.

“You in?”

You look up from your phone, making eye contact again with those warm brown eyes of his, and smile.

“Consider it a date.”

Biting his lip, he looks down at the ground, trying to hide the shy smile that tries to make an appearance.

“Aight, coo,”

He grabs your wrist and walks you over to the steps leading up to your front door, dropping it as he moves to stand in front of you. You step up another level, making yourself tall enough to be almost eye level with him.

“Pick you up tomorrow at six?” He asks you, and you nod your head yes, not trusting your voice enough to speak.

He smiles again, this time not looking away, and his eyes fall over your face, landing on your lips.

Putting a finger under your chin, he lifts your face up a little, bending down to get closer to you. He swipes a thumb over your bottom lip before sucking his own into his mouth, and his eyes flick up to yours. Lifting his eyebrows with a twitch, he wordlessly asks for your permission, and you swallow, nodding your head again.

Cupping your face, he closes his eyes and brings his lips to yours, pressing them together gently for a sweet soft kiss. You breath in deeply, your hand reaching out to steady yourself against his chest, your body feeling light and swaying a little.

After a blissful moment, he breaks the kiss, giving your bottom lip a slight nip before pulling away completely.

“See you then.” He whispers. “Have a good night baby girl.”

He watches as you speechlessly gather yourself together long enough to adorably wave him an awkward goodbye, take yourself up the steps, and key yourself into your house, giving him one last lingering look.

As you cross the threshold of the front door, you close it behind you, leaning against it as you hear the Ford Bronco come to life outside.

To the sound of the rugged truck driving away, you press your face to your palms and let out a squeal of excitement against the sleeves of your sweater, with a smile so wide your face starts to ache.

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Warnings: CollegeBoi!Erik, SoftBoi!Erik, Fluff, Anxiety/Anxiousness

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viclick · 5 years

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One of the saddest days of my life was yesterday.

Everything was a regular day well what I wanted to be a regular day. I had gone to sleep early the night before so that I could wake up early to get my shit in order and maybe start filling in the hole I have dug myself into, and it was going smoothly I did the dishes I was running a mile a day less games more peeping as I am planning to join the Air Force. My cats had been out all night as they do love to escape to the outside world whatever chance you give them. I have two one for about 7 years his name is Simba because he has a beautiful orange coat and big orange eyes that depending on his mood would either be that of a full moon or a disappointed dad. The best part is no matter how much I smothered him or annoyed him he always slept next me either that or he’d be my pillow cause he’s a great fatty, an absolute unit if you will. So anyways I let them in gave them some food and water and played around with simba for awhile before settling in for some league of legends in my room (which is basically his) he wonders in to my room and cuddles up on the foot of my bed closets to my computer table so he can keep an eye on me a couple games later after a very hard game which we just managed to win I jump up to celebrate noticing my lil fat baby sleeping so obviously I go to pet him but something was difrent he usually does a lil readjusting to show his belly and curls up in a half moon paws up but this time nothing. I wasn’t gonna have that so I kept rubbing when I noticed he wasn’t breathing so I push on his lil cheat to wake him up but nothing no meowing, no moving, no resistance just nothing. I try to pick him up but he’s limp he’s head stuck to the the pile of drool that had seeped out of his mouth his eyes blank. I tried cpr, calling to him, Massaging him but nothing. All this in sonic as I realize what’s happened years flowing down my face I yell for my pops who was probably the only one who loved him more than me. I remember seeing his face change mid sentance as he I cut him off from telling me not to be so loud people are still sleeping to a panic worried expression as he followed me to my room. We took him to a 24/7 emergency veterinarian near my house. I wrapped him up in a towel of mine because I already knew I’m my heart it’s too late. Tears streaming down my face as my family and I rushed to the vet. I sat there with my baby in my arms trying to keep my fattys head from dangling. I held him like a baby supporting his head and body as every fucking bump reminded me that he would never again cuddle me, muzzle me, groom me like I was his own, meow at me and nibble my legs when he wanted food. I would never again be able to hug my simba to the point where I just had to flex because I didn’t want to hurt him. I won’t wake up with him on my bed. I won’t open the door blocking the opening with my foot as I mission impossible my way in to prevent him from bolting his agile fat ass out my door. As those thoughts filled my head I answered the vets question of “have you been here before? can we have his name your number?” I had to answer because my pops and old man whose heart was breaking couldn’t respond. So I had to through the tears while holding my best friend my buddy my son my simba in my fucking arms. A vet walks out with a stethoscope to check his heart beat but their was none, nothing to hear. He hands him back to me head down saying sorry and moving on. They give me and my family a room to say our good byes. 30 minutes of just crying and petting and my mom just rubbing his chest waiting for the miracle I had asked god to bring my simba back to us to come true... but this want a movie or a game this is the real world and the dead stay dead. Later on a clerk walks in asking what we wanted to do she said they can cremate him but I wanted to bury my baby and home where he belongs. I also asked if they could make a paw imprint but they had stopped doing that so I carried my simba back in my arms until we got home I but him inside his favorite cardboard box that hadn’t been utterly recked. And as my pops went to

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Scandals happen to even the best of us. Rules were made to be broken, right? If you have the unfortunately public life of a famous person, just about each and every thing you do ends up being a scandal. If it wasn’t such a big deal, all those tabloid magazines would go out of business. Some of the details described in the following confessions are not things that most of us have come across during our sexual exploits, so these things may make you question your own experimentation. There are, however, certain things that you may hear about that we would not recommend trying at home, or really, trying at all. Even though some of the following scandals are atrocious, others are simply gross or hilarious, and some are even both. Being as these are celebrities’ lives we are inclined to think that the things that might turn you or me on are on a totally different level in terms of judgment when it comes to things that we prefer. Some of the following stories are spilled secrets from alleged groupies while others are not-so-sexy confessions from the star’s own lips. Regardless, these stories will make you think twice about some of your favorite celebrities. Some are weird, other habits we could see from a mile away, yet all are scandalous in their own way (except for the tidbit about DMX, that’s just pure weird entertainment). Sit back and enjoy learning about some of the scandalous not-so-secret secrets of your fave celebs either from groupies or the celebs themselves.

#1 Pitbull Lets Pregnant Women Drink Aye Papi! Say it ain’t so! You’ve probably heard by now that Reddit had a thread that encouraged groupies or those that had supposedly “hooked up” with celebrities to come forward with the dirty details. As one would expect, the Internet came alive with replies. While some are too wild to possibly be true, others have actually been verified with more than one other person. According to one of those Reddit users, Pitbull allowed a pregnant woman in his entourage both drink alcohol and light up a cigarette right in front of him! The person that leaked the story said that the woman had at least two drinks with a cigarette in between before she couldn’t watch any more of this travesty unfold and she had to leave the room. We certainly hope that this is one of those stories that isn’t what it seems. Maybe the chick was just incredibly fat? We hope.

#2 Drake Likes To Have His Salad Tossed Eating the booty hole, while we think it’s utterly disgusting, is actually practiced by enough people to make it a popular thing. One of the events that most likely made others more confident to come out of the closet when it came to things that get them off is when a groupie took to the web to explain, in detail, how her face was in Drake’s rear end. In a horrifyingly detailed entry, she goes on to say “He was laying there on the bed with his legs spread open and my face in his butt and his legs shaking.” While it wouldn’t be our thing to take to the Internet to tell the world where your lips were the night before, we suppose, if it was a famous booty, that story needed to be shared.

#3 Quentin Tarantino Likes To Suck Toes There are a lot of people out there who have a foot fetish, A LOT. And that’s great, feet aren’t MY thing, but that’s ok too. When it comes to feet in a sexual manner, there are a few practices that we feel take things a little overboard, at least when it comes to our preference. Sucking toes is one of them. Sucking toes while jerking off because that’s your thing is another one of those items that just takes the whole experience to a level of “no” for us. A good foot massage is really nice here and there but sucking toes isn’t our idea of pleasure, but, apparently for Quentin Tarantino, it is. To each their own, but that’s a fetish we’re going to have to pass on.

#4 Johnny Depp & His Huge Barbie Collection Johnny Depp has been a man that has had no shame in showing his various sides. There’s no way he could have gone from Edward Scissorhands to Pirates of the Caribbean to playing the part of the Mad Hatter without his eclectic and eccentric personality. Even though he has proven himself in his acting roles, he did once say that he would be embarrassed if his friends found out that he was “familiar” with women’s clothing. By familiar, we believe he means he fancies wearing them. On top of that, he plays with Barbie dolls and apparently has quite the collection. It appears he might be trying to go for a six-year-old little girl vibe. As long as he keeps his acting up, we guess we can dig it.

#5 Kristen Stewart Likes Her Armpits Licked Loving the scent of your significant lover isn’t all that strange, it’s one of the numerous ways our body communicates with itself and with others. If this wasn’t true, then we wouldn’t spend so much money on perfumes and colognes that try to attract the other sex. We wouldn’t have people who preferred to forgo the whole deodorant thing because they loved the smell their own stench. If you belong to the latter, chances are Kristen may just have a thing for you. Apparently, she not only loves the smell of different men (or, I guess, women), especially their armpits, but she also enjoys having her own armpits licked. We like having things licked as much as the next person, but we’re good on the whole armpit area.

#6 Xtina’s Dirrty Secret Ever since she hit the scene, Christina has been a bombshell. Well, not her kid phase, but everything after that. We are used to seeing her in tight skimpy outfits that leave little to the imagination. After seeing her in some of these “getups” it didn’t come as a surprise when she came out saying “I’m really into fetish gear and latex.” We could see that, and from here we aren’t complaining about the view. Even though the “Dirrty” singer has had some very public trouble battling the bulge, we think she’s absolutely stunning with or without a little extra meat on her bones as long as she keeps the latex outfits coming!

#7 Angelina Jolie – S&M And Blood Play It’s not really a surprise that Angelina Jolie made it onto this list. She is, in fact, a definite kinkster. She may have calmed down during her long-time relationship with Brad Pitt, but since the two split, she might be headed back to her scandalous ways. What ways are we talking about here? Her S&M and her famous “blood play.” Back when Jolie was dating Billy Bob Thornton, tales would always come out about their insane sexcapades. During these crazed sex-filled nights, they would partake in knife play where they would cut each other with knives and lick the blood away. If that wasn’t creepy enough, the pair also took to wearing vials of each other’s blood around their necks and adorned to their clothing. Nothing says love quite like vials of blood.

#8 Kim Kardashian’s Risque Clothing Kimmy K is known as one of America’s sexiest women. Whether or not you believe her butt is real doesn’t mean you think that it’s any less than amazing. Since she was graced with such a rockin’ body, we don’t really blame her for wearing pieces of clothing that look like they belong in an adult toy store. However, since she got her claim to fame because of a “leaked” sex tape, this shouldn’t be all that surprising. In fact, Kim Kardashian has worn so much porn star-worthy clothing that we think she might have developed a fetish for the stuff. The majority of her outfits leave nothing to the imagination which means every curvy inch is heavily exposed. She looks like a walking lingerie ad. But, just like Christina, until you give us something unforgivable, we just want the risque clothing to keep coming.

#9 LMFAO Tag Team Women The EDM duo dowhat a lot of guys in frat houses do, they tag team the groupies they sleep with. While this seemingly masculine rite of passage is a conquest more than a few men wish to encounter, you might not think that this is all that impressive or even scandalous. However, take into account the fact that they aren’t only related, they are uncle and nephew. That’s definitely closer “family bonding” than we’ve cared to experience, and it seems that it could potentially cause a lot of problems. Just imagine if one of their sexcapades got knocked up. Talk about one of the most scandalous paternity tests of the century and just think about the awkwardness at their next Thanksgiving. Everyone would be asking “who’s the daddy.”

#10 Russell Brand And His Air Moves We are more than aware that Russell Brand is fond of things that are weird. By now, he’s known for it. He does, however, have a fetish that goes beyond the description of weird into something stranger. Once he was found to be a fan of a pornography that involved a man in a wheelchair, but that isn’t as weird as this next part. Apparently, Katy, as in Perry, once said that she had stumbled across a box of unlabeled DVDs. Curious, she popped one in the DVD player to see what the unnamed fuss was about and she was disturbed at the sex acts she was seeing Russell perform. He was engaging in what is called “air sex” where the person, usually clothed, gets off by humping and grinding with the air. What a sight to see.

#11 Lil Bow Wow Takes Your Phone & Makes You Sign Your Life Away For someone who is rather lax on things like getting pictures of his own plane to boast, post, and brag about, it seems rather ironic that Bow Wow would go to such lengths to protect his privacy and his name when it comes to those he sleeps with. After Houston Rockets star James Harden was put on blast when a groupie slept with him and uploaded the proof to her Instagram account, Bow Wow felt it his responsibility to tell him the rules of the game and the things he did to get by. These “things” include: getting the shorty to sign “papers” as well as cough up her cell phone for the duration of the evening. The rule goes that she gets her phone back when she leaves. How romantic.

#12 Someone From The Dave Matthews Band Made A Mess In Their Underwear Whoever did this is nasty, so we are sort of thankful that we don’t know exactly who is responsible for this disaster. One Reddit user came forward with a confession, but it wasn’t exactly hers, it was her sister’s. Apparently, the two saw the band and hung out together afterward. Long story short, the sister slept with one or more of the band members, but that’s not the worst part. After the fact, the Reddit user says she found a pair of men’s underwear on their balcony and they were full of sh*t. Not only is that horribly embarrassing, but why in the hell didn’t you use the restroom like a normal person, and why would you leave the evidence?!

#13 Shaq Frequently Honors His Red Wing License For those of you who don’t know what the term getting your “red wings” means, it means that a person is getting a mouthful of a woman’s menstrual blood. If you just vomited in your mouth a little, we did too. Regardless of how putrid we may think this act is, people out there still do it, including famous people. Take Shaq for example, not only does he enjoy renewing his red wing subscription, but he upgrades his membership frequently. In fact, an ex-girlfriend of his once said that she tried to avoid the man during that time of the month because of his obsession. Vanessa Lopez shared the secret so you know if you’re getting busy with this bloodhound, he won’t stop just because you’re on your cycle. He seems to prefer it that way.

#14 Tom Cruise’s Wrestling Session Ended In Butt Play Sometimes when people wrestle, feelings of arousal begin to surface. When Tom Cruise had a wrestling sesh with gay porn star and escort, Paul Barresi, he experienced that effect. What started off as a few Roman-Greco power moves quickly turned into some intimate butt play and masturbation. Since this isn’t the first, and probably won’t be the last, time that Tom Cruise has had rumors of being gay circling around him, we are inclined to believe that this story is also one that is true. We know that many women around the world would have killed to have a one-on-one wrestling match with the actor, but it looks like he has a certain type when it comes to who he wrestles with. Tough luck, ladies.

#15 DMX’s Answering Machine Is Just Him Barking This bit of information isn’t at all scandalous, and it doesn’t even involve sex, sort of. Another Reddit user says that his roommate’s mom slept with the rapper and had heard his voicemail message. Now it wasn’t a perverted or a creepy message, it was the rapper himself barking for an extended period of time. You might think that this seems a little far-fetched, but since we’ve listened to the sounds he makes in his music, we are inclined to believe that this story, while bizarre, is still true. Although we are a little upset that he didn’t record it and release it to the world so that we could have him barking as our ringtone or message alert. He shouldn’t have been so selfish.

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