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hi!!!! could you possibly do something where the reader and dom are on a podcast together?? i think that would be super fun☺️☺️

anon, this is probably the funniest request i've ever worked on oh my god.😭 i had so much fun writing this! thank you for sending it in!

this is heavily inspired by the drake podcast with bobbi. i also read a few of dom's interviews, so a good bit of the dialogue is based on some things he's actually said.

this is dialogue heavy just so you all know! hope you love it!

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You move the mic stand that your crew set up, so it’s level with your face, and adjust yourself under the blankets of your guest star's bed. 

“Okay, tell me when,” Dominic says. He’s holding the clapperboard, and watching your crew for his signal. 

“Marking.” He says into the mic, then snaps the take. He grins, while one of the crew members come to take the clapperboard. “Ah, bet you didn’t think I knew about that huh?” 

It’s episode seven of your podcast, and you somehow managed to get Dominic Fike as your guest. You’ve been a fan of his for years, and have followed him through his ups and downs of fame, fortune, and misfortune.

You’re a little shocked at how well you’re keeping your composure by being able to have your favorite artist featured on your show, but you're thankful for it. 

“Hello everyone, welcome to episode seven of I’m Not in Your Bed, and today I’m here with.” 

You look over at Dominic, and he leans into his mic.

“Dominic Fike. How are you guys today.”

“Are you talking to me or the viewers?” 

“The viewers.” 

“This isn’t live though, so you won’t get to know their responses.” You turn on your side so you're facing Dom, and move your mic in front of you. 

“Well yeah, but, isn’t that like proper podcast etiquette or some shit.” He starts to trail off towards the end and he looks at the staff. You hear a few of them chuckle, and you almost do too, but you can’t break character. 

“Who taught you that?” 

“Well, I just sort of.” He pauses for a moment, “Fuck you.” There’s no bite to it, and the staff laughs out. 

"You think Drake is watching this?" He asks, fixing the glasses on his face.

"Maybe, he was my episode four."

"Were you in his bed too?"

"Yeah, I was."

"Fuckin’ cheater dude." That earns him a few laughs behind the camera.

“How does it feel having a stranger in your bed?” You ask. Dominic tilts his head in thought. 

“Well, it’s not too weird. I used to have random women in here all the time.” 

He then grabs hold of the mic and stares dead into the camera. “Not anymore though. Completely abstinent. Not fucking. Stop having sex. I’m talking to you. The one watching me say this while probably planning on having sex later.” You stare at him and press your lips together, letting the silence after his proclamation linger in the air. 

“And how’s that been going for you?” 

“You know, it’s been well. I’ve stopped a lot of crazy shit recently. Stopped smoking, stopped drugs. Stopped drinking more than 4 cups of coffee a day.” 

“How do you like your coffee.” 

“Black. I hate that creamer shit.” 

“You know it’s reported that some of the most known serial killers drank their coffee black and were Capricorns?” Dom’s eyebrows raise. 

“Oh fuck, really?” 

“No, I made it up. But you feel a little crazy now don’t you?” Dominic drops his head and starts laughing, the staff right along with him. 

“What’s your sign?” He asks once he gathers himself. 

“Cancer.” 

“Ah, that makes sense. You probably have a mommy kink or some shit huh?” You look at him in disbelief and suck your teeth when your staff betrays you with giggles. 

“I do not–” 

“Momm–.” 

“Dominic.” You warn, glaring at him. He bursts out laughing, and you can’t help the scoff you let out. 

“You know, they do say that Capricorns and Cancers are the mom and dad of the zodiac.” You try to reason.

“You’re the mom right?” He asks. You squint your eyes at him and dig around the space between you two. He’s simpering at you, trying to prove his mommy kink bit.

“I lied, I'm a Leo.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“I know.” You pull out a little knitted beanie baby from the blankets. It wears the hat Dominic had on during Coachella. “A fan made this for you right?” 

“Yes, she did! Isn’t it sick?” 

“It is. How does it feel having some of the most creative fans there is out there?” 

Dominic looks between you, and the plush, then reaches his hand out for it. “You know, it's almost surreal. This fame shit kinda came out of nowhere for me, so there was a huge adjustment period I went through when it came to people supporting me and giving me things they put so much time into.” 

You nod, letting him continue.

“I think I’m still adjusting to it really, but nothing brings me more joy than like seeing this stuff you know? I love my fans, and I’d be nothing without them.” 

“It seems they love you back just as much, if not more.” Dom grins and nods, “Yeah, I’d say so. They’re so fucking creative.” 

“Have you read your fanfics?” 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” 

“Because I have one right here we can—” You stop mid-sentence and pull out your phone. 

“Are you serious?” He looks at the camera as if he was Jim from The Office when you ignore him, and begin typing with urgency.

“This is the most excited I’ve seen you since this started.” 

You ignore his comment and hand him your phone with a fic pulled up. 

“Read this.”

“Yo, do you read these yourself? You found this way too fast.”

“I found this one last night. Now read.” 

It’s a Tumblr story you saved for this very moment, and you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. 

“Smut? What’s smut?” He looks at you for an answer, but you just gesture your hands toward the phone for him to keep reading. 

It’s silent for a few, and you signal your cameraman to zoom in on Dominic’s face. 

You watch as his face morphs into confusion, then surprise, then what you assume is mild interest, before he’s pulling the phone back and his eyes are blown wide. 

“Holy fucking shit y’all write porn about me?” The crew erupts into laughter, and you tuck your lips in to avoid laughing too. 

“Smut.” You say. 

Dominic glances from you, back to the phone. 

“Why am I kinda turned on by this.” 

“Because I wrote it.” 

Dominic whips his head towards you, and his mouth drops.

“Wait really?” You don’t respond, reaching down to the floor and pulling up a box of Reese’s Puffs cereal. 

“Reese’s?” You ask, dropping a handful into your mouth and holding the box out to him. 

“Where did you—” Dominic keeps the same shocked expression and turns back towards the camera. The cameraman starts to laugh again and zooms in on his face. 

“When did you—” He stops, watching you chew with mild interest to his confusion. So he presses his lips together, clicks your phone off, and folds his hands together over his lap. 

“Yeah, let me get some.” You wordlessly lean over and Dominic tilts his head back so you can shake some cereal from the box into his mouth. 

“Good?” You ask while chewing. 

“Yeah.” He nods. Silence ensues while you both continue to chew while staring at each other. Then at the same time, you turn to the camera with monotone expressions. It’s unplanned, and the crew let out chuckles once again. 

“So how was touring?” You swallow, and reach down towards the floor again, pulling up two bowls with spoons in them. Dom’s learned not to question you anymore at this point, and just accepts a bowl. 

“It was fucking fun dude. I wasn’t expecting everyone to know the words of my album for the first few dates since I toured a solid week after the release.” 

“Resse’s, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or Lucky Charms?” 

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch.” 

You pull up that box, and pour some into his bowl, then yours. “It must have felt incredible to hear them yelling it back to you. Did it?” 

“Oh man, I don’t think that’s something I’ll ever get used to. A lot of my songs are me just fucking around and making stuff that people can dance to you know?” You nod, and bring up a jug of milk, filling up your bowl, then Dom’s.

“So when I’m performing, it kinda feels like me and my fans are just kicking shit up. I’m dancing, they're dancing, it feels good. It’s fun. Whatever’s bothering them can just be forgotten for a bit.” He takes a spoonful of cereal to his lips and hums around his spoon. 

“I was at one of your shows, the LA one. And what I noticed was that your energy on stage is unbelievable.” You press your cereal down into the milk with your spoon, before continuing. 

“Like, you look so youthful, and just in your element up there. You bring such an intense and loving energy to every show and I strangely found myself missing you when it was all over and I’d never even formally met you until now.” 

It’s silent for a moment, Dominic soaking up your words while you begin eating. 

“Was that your way of confessing? Are we like gonna kiss now?” 

You roll your eyes and your crew giggles. 

“No, but seriously, thank you. That means the world, especially when like I said before I’m still adjusting to this shit.” 

“Well for what it’s worth, I think you’re navigating through all this perfectly. It’s why I became a fan in the first place. Your talent is unique to you and only you. And I mean it when I say talent like that only comes once in a lifetime.”

You point your spoon at him, “I’m sure I can speak for all of us when I say we’re beyond lucky to experience you and all your greatness in our lifetime.” You give him a big smile. 

Dominic stares at you, and you can’t read his expression but you also don’t look for too long. Opting to look into your cereal bowl, because you could feel the love-sick look that was about to show on your face.

“You’re too good at this sentimental shit dude, what the fuck.” His voice sounds a bit choked up, so you try to lighten the mood. 

“Don’t start crying on here or I’ll be forced to use it as my thumbnail for views.” The staff comes to your aid with laughter, and Dominic joins in. 

“You wouldn’t do that.” He goes to wipe his face with his shirt but is met with silence and your face back to its deadpan. He looks between you and the staff, then the camera. He speaks a little unsure, his voice going up a pitch.

“Right?”

You fully break character and full-on laugh. Unable to keep up your act with him. 

The podcast continues for a bit longer before you bring it to a close. 

“Is there anything else you’d like to say before I take a nap in your bed?” The cameraman zooms in on Dominic. 

“Um, thank you for having me. This was easily my favorite interview I’ve done. The cereal was great.” he laughs and holds up the bowl. “To my fans, I love you all so much, thank you for always showing out for me.” 

“Please continue to love my album, and stay tuned for what’s to come.” Someone behind the camera whistles, and everyone begins clapping.

The camera zooms out and shows you staring at Dom with the expression you feared the most. You’re looking at him with a dopey smile, cheek resting against the palm of your hand. 

One of the staff calls out your name, and you blink, jumping up and looking at the camera, then back at Dom who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin. 

“Oh my god, were you falling in love with me just now?” 

“No, what.” You scoff, looking around like he’s crazy. 

“Holy shit, you were totally falling in love with me!” He laughs while moving up and pointing at you excitedly. The staff once again, betray you and join Dom. You mutter curses and pull back the blankets, stumbling off the bed and speed-walking away. The camera follows you, as you go behind the staff and all the equipment.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” Dominic’s still laughing, hopping up and following after you.

“Let me take you out to dinner, I’m sorry!” He calls, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and slinging himself over you, while you cover your face and groan. 

The camera follows you both all the way out until you turned the corner. Laughs still loud and boisterous on the set. 

Ch. 1

January 19th, 1992

A/N: This mf long. But I hope y'all enjoy ❤️

Leilani's pov

Today is the day of the Vmas. We were opening for Boys || Men, and I was so fucking nervous. After checking on my manager Rome, he's my cousin, to see If everything was good and done. As I was putting on lotion, there was a knock on my door. I already knew who it was, me and my sisters, had to go practice/soundcheck one last time before our performance tonight.

"Hold on, y'all!" I yelled towards the door, but they kept knocking. Which I knew was Mo because don’t nobody do that but her, aggy self.

"I SAID HOLD ON! DAMN!" I yelled, louder this time, and it stopped with her laughing, like that was the funniest shit on the planet. After I finished rubbing the lotion on my legs, I wrapped my bath robe around myself and went to open the door. As I opened the door, Mo mean mugged me as Carrie stared at me blankly like I was wasting they time. Mo jerked her head to the side and smacked her teeth, "Mmcht, move out the way, guh." She said, walking past me. I rolled my eyes, and Riri walked past me, sitting down on my bed.

"Don't be looking at me like that! I know yo ass heard me say I WAS COMING! Dumbass Pickney!" I said, walking into my closet. Mo smacked her lips again, "Yo short ass should have been ready. Yuh a guh tuh mek us fucking late! Damn midget!" She yelled, taking my candy from out my bag. I came from out my closet looking at her crazy, "MI? YUH DA ONE ALWAYS FUCKIN LATE! Ramp wid yuh mammy!" I said, and walked back into the closet to put my clothes on. "WE GOT THE SAME MOM, HOE!" She yelled.

I laughed and slid my bra and shirt on, "No, we don't. Ya adopted." I came out of the closet, put on my jewelry, and started doing my hair. "Mo, shut ya mouth! And, Lei, hurry up so we can go, DAYUM! Gotta fucking parent the both of y'all." She yelled, and walked out the room.

I grabbed my things and walked towards the door. "Ight, let's roll, aggy."

She burst out laughing, "guh, bye! You be the main one getting on someone nerves. Sounding like somebody, Mama." She said as we walked down the steps and towards the kitchen where Riri was.

"I am the mama! You and Riri, the two ain't shit ass daddies that don't pay child support." I said, pointing to our two dogs jumping up and down because I was about to feed them. Riri scrunched her face and walked towards the refrigerator, grabbing water. "Yeah, well, this daddy is paying all the bills in this MF!" She said, drinking the water, leaning on the counter.

I rolled my eyes and went to put the dog food up and walked to the sink to wash my hands. "Excuse, you BITCH! But we all pay bills to live in this MF. Wah di fuck yuh chatting about?" Mo asked, Riri. I grabbed my coat from off the island chair, leaving out the kitchen, "Yeah, well the both of y'all eat us out of house and home, fast metabolism heffas! Bring ya asses!" I yelled, walking out the front door, towards the garage.

I put my stuff in the trunk and got in the back seat, and waited for them. Riri got in the driver's side while Mo in the passenger, "How you gon be the first one to walk out, and not drive?" Riri asked me. I waved her off and looked out the window. She started the car and pulled out the driveway, "probably, because her ass can't reach the peddles." Mo said, laughing.

I chuckled and stucked my middle finger at her, "Tap ya noise!" I said, laughing.

-Time Skip-

Delante's pov

"De, can you come get these niggas, please?" Dale said, walking into my room. We staying in the hotel for the Vmas, we've been nominated.

"What they doing?" I asked, laying my clothes out on the bed.

"Them MFS keep messing with me." He yelled, pointing out the door.

"Like what, Dale? Y'all always doing sum shit!" I said, grabbing my drink, drinking from it.

"I was going to the bathroom, and Jojo hungry hippo ass grabbed me by my neck, while K-ci paper clip body built ass threw a mfing bag over my head and pushed me in the bathroom and closed the bathroom and fucking ran. I know jojo's big ass bout put a dent in the fucking floor." I looked at Dale then at K-ci and Jojo standing in the hallway, and busted out fucking laughing.

"FUCK Y'ALL LAUGHING AT!? AIN'T SHIT FUNNY!" He said, standing up.

"Man y'all get the fuck out of here!" I said, bending over laughing.

"That shit not funny. Y'all niggas swear y'all on Comedy Jam. I could have hit my head or sum shit, and y'all sitting here laughing." He said, walking out the room, "Y'all sum clown ass niggas!" He yelled, from down the hall.

I sat up, trying to control my breathing, holding my stomach, from laughing so hard. "Fuck I do? That was dem niggas." I yelled, finishing the rest of my drink off.

"Man, whatever, forget that soft ass nigga. Always gotta exaggerate shit. We need to get ready any ways." K-ci said.

"Man, Dale, why you got us out here wearing this wack ass shit. Got us niggas looking like Barney." I said, scrunching up my face at how ugly these hoes looked.

"Mmcht, man, come on, they don't look bad. Be a good big bro, please?" He begged me.

"Man, ight. But you owe me for next time. Now y'all get the fuck out so i can get ready!" I said.

We all got ready and met each other downstairs in the lobby. When we arrived at the Vmas, we automatically got bombarded with flashing lights and cameras and fans of different celebrities. We took some group photos and answered a lot of questions about our upcoming album. I mainly just let Dale and k-ci talk because I and I don't do much talking.

We walked inside, and I saw many people I worked with and did music for. Apparently, the same group that got interviewed with us on VideoSoul is opening for Boys || Men. They did so well that their voices were so powerful. The dark skinned one, Leilani, was fine as fuck. She had a pretty ass smile, little waist, big ass and thick thighs. Her sisters were a lighter brown color and were slim thick, they were fine too, but the one in the middle, stood out to me the most.

We sat down in the seats and waited for them to start. I honestly didn't want to be here, we get nominated and never fucking win. I honestly think it's because we push the envelope and never follow rules, but they wanna give it to niggas like Boys || Men. They good but we're better and I stand on that shit. I took a puff of my cigar leaning back into the seat.

The music came on, and the announcer walked across the stage.

"Wassup, y'all, how y'all feeling? This year's MTV VMAs celebrate the biggest music videos and artists. From hot new artists to popular nominated artists, stick around to see who's going to be honored with the Video Vanguard Award." He said.

"But, first, I want y'all to put your hands together for the hottest new group, LMC!" He yelled.

The lights went down, and we heard slow beating music.

"I'm out that B-town, coming, coming down

I'm coming down dripping candy on the ground

B, B-town, town, I'm coming down

Coming down dripping candy on the ground"

Her voice was so alluring.

"I know when you were little girls

You dreamt of being in my world

Don't forget it, don't forget it

Respect that, bow down bitches

I took some time to live my life

But don't think I'm just his little wife

Don't get it twisted, get it twisted

This my shit, bow down bitches"

There she stood, Leilani, at the very top of the rows. And walked down slowly with band members behind her.

"Rolling high, leather and wood

Keep it trill, that's what good

Kiss my momma, show that love

Pop them bottles in that club

I heard your boo was talking lip

I told my crew, to smack that trick

Smack that trick, smack that trick

Guess what they did, smack that trick

Gold everything, gold ass chain

Gold ass rings, gold ass fangs

You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen

You can see me stunt when you turn on ya screen

I'm bigger than life, my name in the lights

I'm the number one chick, ain't need no hype

The capital L means, I'm 'bout that life

The capital M means, I'm 'bout that life

The capital C means, we 'bout that life"

Dale elbowed me, staring at Monae, rapping coming down another aisle, walking onto the stage with her sisters with the band dancing, playing behind them. The lights quickly went low again, and the song changed. When they came back on, there were dancers in yellow outfits, including Leilani and her sisters. "DAMN SHE LOOKED FINE!" I said to myself.

"DRUNK IN LOVE, WE BE ALL NIGHT! SING IT!" The crowd was jumping, it was hype up in this bitch.

"WE BE ALL NIGHT!"

"SING IT!"

"VMAS! I NEED Y'ALL GET OUT YO MFING SEATS!" they screamed.

"RIDING WITH MY SURFBOARD! SURFBOARD! SURFBOARD! GRINDING ON DAT WOOD! GRINDING, GRINDING ON DAT WOOD! I'M SWERVING ON DAT, S-SWERVING ON DIS BIG BODY, BEEN SERVING ALL THIS SWERVE, SURFING ALL IN THIS GOOD GOOD."

I felt myself cheesing like fuck watching all this happen, it's like I was fucking mesmerized.

"AHHHHHHHHHH YOUUUUUUUUUUU!"

the crowd was swaying from left to right, right along with them. Jumping up and down all kinds of shit. It was popping off up in here.

"I SWAG, I SURF! I SWAG, I SURF! I SWAG, I SURF!"

Leilani got off the stage and in the middle of the rows.

"SURFBOARD, SURFBOARD, GRINDING ON DAT WOOD, GRINDING, GRINDING ON DAT WOOD! I'M SWERVING ON DAT, S-SWERVING ON HIS GOOD GOOD!"

She started dancing in the crowd with the dancers.

"TO THE LEFT, TO THE LEFT! EVERYTHING YOU OWN IN THE BOX TO THE LEFT! SING IT!

TO THE LEFT, TO THE LEFT! EVERYTHING YOU OWN IN THE BOX TO THE LEFT! LOUDER!"

"SAY, IMMA A DIVA!"

And the women in the crowd repeated.

"IMMA A DIVA"

"SAY, IMMA A DIVA! SING IT!"

"IMMA A DIVA! LOUDER!"

"IMMA A DIVA, CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"IMMA A DIVA!"

"COME ON!"

They broke out in steps and were singing the words over.

"VMAS! PUT YO HANDS IN THE FUCKING AIR!" Carrie yelled.

"AND WE BE ALL NIGHT!"

They said one more time before posing in formation.

Everyone in the crowd was standing and clapping giving them a standing ovation. They gave love to the crowd, then walked backstage.

"Y'ALL, SHOW SOME LOVE FOR, LMC!" The announcer yelled to the crowd. I sat back down and lit my cigar. This just gave more than enough reason to talk to Leilani. I gotta have her.

My Mate - Chapter 11 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

"No," I exclaimed forcefully, tucking my head in the crease of Robert's neck where his scent glands are located and his scent is the strongest.

He kept telling me I should get dressed but he didn't understand that it physically hurt.

My skin felt raw when I wasn't in contact with him.

He growled, giving up and leaning his back against the headboard.

His big hands slid up my sides and he pulled me over so I was straddling him.

Happy, I rubbed against his bare chest.

My whole body was like one big nerve and it felt almost euphoric when he touched me.

He smelt so good too... I just wanted him to hold me forever.

"You should eat," he spoke up, disrupting the silence.

His hands moving to my back.

Humming, I licked at his neck and made the male grumble as his arms tightened around me.

My licks turned to wet kisses as I followed up his neck and along his strong jaw.

I could feel how I affected him.

It would of been impossible to hide with me straddling him.

He must be uncomfortable confined in his jeans but he made no attempts to relieve himself.

Pulling back, I met his dark brown eyes and smiled.

Robert chuckled, leaning up and pressing a kiss to my lips.

"You're an Alpha now. The Alpha," I remembered.

How was I so lucky to get such a male as my Mate?

Robert is strong and respected and so... so handsome.

I'm just a plain Omega... one of the dozens in the pack.

"I am," he nodded.

"And soon I'll have the cutest fucking Luna."

My face heated and I hid it in the crease of his neck, unable to wipe off my smile.

"I'm not cute, I'm sexy," I joked and Robert laughed.

"I agree but you're still really fucking cute."

Nipping at his neck playfully, I didn't expect him to react so strongly.

His moan made me shiver and tingle.

Whining softly, I wiggled over the bulge under me.

One of the Alpha male's big hands slipped under the sheet bunched up around my waist and he roughly grabbed my bare bottom, the other hand tangled in my hair and pulled my head back.

His lips roughly smashed against mine, his tongue demanding entrance.

I submitted so easily, letting him do as he pleased.

I wanted whatever he had to offer... I even started to wonder if waiting until after the Matting Ceremony was all that important.

It wasn't like he's not my Mate... he is... what's the point of waiting to mate with him?

A loud knocking startled me so much I jumped and tumbled off the bed, squeaking.

Robert burst into laughter, his face turning red from the force of it.

"Shut up," I cried dramatically, staying where I was on the floor.

"Oh my Moon Goddess," he laughed, wiping at tears under his eyes.

I glared at him, jumping again when there was another knock.

Scrambling to me feet, I jumped on the bed and dove under the covers.

Peeking out, I watched Robert get up to see who it was.

The big idiot was still laughing at me like it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen.

My eyes traveled over the expanse of his muscular back, all the way down to where his jeans hung sensuously from his narrow hips.

My body started to ache again and I tried not to wiggle around on the bed in search of friction.

He opened the door, making me narrow my eyes because he hadn't put a shirt on.

Now eye candy for whoever was disturbing us.

"I know, I know," a female spoke up quickly before Robert could say anything.

I slammed my face a pillow at the sound of my Mom's voice.

Moon Goddess, she's going to haul me out of here.

"I brought food and drinks."

Huh? Lifting my head, I could see Robert was as confused as me.

I couldn't see mom over his broad shoulders, which was probably a good thing because I was currently naked in a male's bed.

Well, he's my Mate but surely Mom wouldn't want to see that.

Making sure I was fully covered, I pretended to be sleeping and listened as Mom passed over a cart of food.

Robert wouldn't let her step in the room, being territorial but Mom didn't seem to mind.

"Make sure he eats and drinks plenty of water," she fretted.

I smiled, silently thanking the Moon Goddess she hadn't come to drag me away.

Robert chuckled as he shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it so no one could barge in.

I sat up on my knees, eyes on the cart of food. Mom had really outdone herself.

There were snacks and bottled water on the bottom, on top was steaming lasagna and breadsticks.

I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I got a whiff of all the freshly cooked food.

Waiting impatiently, Robert unwrapped one of the plates before offering it to me.

I scooted back against the headboard and got comfortable while Robert got his own plate.

Shoveling food in my mouth, I moaned.

"Make sure to breathe," Robby teased.

I didn't respond, only snatched one of the breadsticks off his plate.

Nothing else was said, the both of us too busy inhaling my Mom's food.

When we were finished, Robert piled everything back on the cart.

We laid there, stuffed and content.

"Don't tell my Mom I said this but your mom's food is the best," Robby said.

Giggling, I turned onto my side and cuddled up against him.

"I think that's why she was hired as head chef."

Everyone knew that when Luna came into the kitchen to help, to give her something minimal to do that wouldn't spoil the whole meal.

The same kind of jobs I was given.

"One time she cooked us dinner and Dad made us eat her burnt meatloaf."

His hand started rubbing my back soothingly and I hummed.

"I haven't had meatloaf since," he said, a look of horror on his face from the memory.

"Do you remember when she made chicken noodle soup and everyone got sick?" I snickered and Robby groaned.

"I think that's when Mom finally realized she couldn't cook."

"Well if giving half the pack food poisoning didn't do it, who knows what would have."

"Death," Robby chuckled.

We continued sharing stories and joking around.

As much as I enjoyed listening to my Mate's voice and learning anything I could about him, I was constantly distracted by the ache throughout my body.

It was strange, being so desperate for his touch.

'My heats' had never been so intense.

I could go a week with mild cramps and the occasional horniness but there was never this unavoidable need to be touched.

What was really bothering me, was that Robert hadn't even attempted touching me in the way I so blatantly wanted.

Any other male would of had his way with me.

Did my own Mate not want me in that way?

Grumpy, I rolled on top of Robby.

He paused in his mindless banter about humans to look at me.

Scooting down, I straddled his thighs and boldly grabbed his jeans to unbutton them.

"Woah," Robby gripped my hands, sitting up quickly.

"What are you doing?"

"I just wanna see," I lied and he knew it.

I wanted to do more than just look.

He raised a brow, his eyes searching mine.

I knew he probably thought it was just 'my heat' talking... it wasn't.

I was curious and I did want to see him, all of him... he's my Mate.

My Heat may be giving me a little nudge and the confidence boost I needed to initiate anything, but that's all.

Robert didn't look so sure.

"We should wait until after our Mating Ceremony."

"You let others touch you, why not me?" the words flew out without much thought, my feelings hurt.

Was it because I wasn't as pretty as the male I'd found in his bed?

I knew it was a stupid thought and wrong of me but I was jealous.

Others had seen all of my Mate, had seen him in the throes of passion, had touched him and been touched by him.

Even my heat couldn't get rid of the lingering thought in the back of my mind, the knowledge that Robert had been with others.

Mom had always told me that kind of intimacy was only to be shared between Mates who love each other.

"Fuck off, Torin," Robby spat, his jaw ticking and exposing his anger.

He pushed me off him before he got up and slammed the bathroom door shut behind him.

Pulling the cover over my head, I pouted, upset with myself.

Of course I had to mess up and ruin what had been a good day.

Only minutes ago we had been joking and laughing.

I should have been satisfied with cuddling.

Now my Mate was in a bad mood because of me.

Hey Stephen - Steve Harrington

Request: Hi, can I please have a ride based on Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift with Steve Harrington where the reader is Dustin's sister and Dustin's watching his sister crush on his best friend like "this is disgusting, but adorable"? @thecaptaingingersnap 

A/N: Sorry this took so long...I was kinda sick last week and struggled to get on. 

Stranger Things Masterlist

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Your infatuation started long before your little brother somehow managed to become friends with one of Hawkin’s High school’s most popular students. It was probably around the time you sprained your ankle during gym class and Steve Harrington volunteered to take you to the nurse’s office so you could get iced up and call your mom.  

There in the nurse’s office, as he held a pack of ice to your ankle, you were positive, was exactly when the crush began. It lasted through girlfriends that he had, the few times that Carol and Tommy had set their sights on you during a class and Steve had rushed an apology as the bell rung and he followed them out, and now, his friendship with your brother. You weren’t even really sure how Steve had become friends with Dustin, or why for that matter, but you couldn’t help being a little thankful. Sure, most of the time when you knew he would be stopping by you were doing your best not to embarrass yourself but at least you got to see him right? Got to really actually talk to him.  

“You’re such a creep, you know that?” Dustin teased, standing in the kitchen doorway as he ate the pizza lunchable he had just constructed and watched you try to look natural as you glanced out the window for any sign of Steve’s car.

“I’m not a creep Dustin.” You insisted, “I’m waiting for our ride, like people do.”  

“Yeah, except normal people don’t stand at the window like they’re an axe murderer waiting for a victim.” He replied. He was all dressed up for the winter dance that you had somehow been roped into chaperoning. You knew Nancy would be there and, while you weren’t always the best of friends, she was nice and you could at least talk to her. Steve would be there, apparently, and he’d offered to drive you and Dustin there too.  

A dance for middle schoolers shouldn’t make you this anxious but you couldn’t help it. You felt like you were going to burst from excitement and nerves all at the same time.  

“I don’t wanna be late!” You snapped, turning to glare at him. You’d been ready for the last two hours, picking at your hair and dress, trying on three different pairs of shoes, reapplying mascara and lipstick, practically shaking. You wanted to look good, but for what? So Steve might, maybe, notice you? And not just as Dustin’s sister or that girl who couldn’t manage to run the mile in seventh grade but as an actual person who he maybe could like.

“Okay, okay, take a chill pill, god. You’re negative attitude is gonna deflate my hair.”

“I’ll deflate your hair if you don’t stop bothering me Dustin!”  

With your back turned to the window, headlights turned into your driveway and a horn echoed in the car port. Dustin smiled, mouthing a “showtime” as he tossed his trash in the bin and headed for the front door. You followed, grabbing your purse and trying to catch one last glimpse of your appearance in the mirror.  

“You look fine.” Dustin promised, grabbing your arm and dragging you out the front door. He didn’t wanna be late, especially not because of you and your weird Steve Harrington hang up. Will told him it was the same as him liking Max or Stacey but Dustin was unwilling to believe that explanation. It was just weird, his sister having a crush on his friend.  

“Hey Hendersons, ready to party?” Steve joked, leaning over the middle console to pop the passenger side door for you. Dustin climbed in the back seat and smiled, his reflection catching in the rearview mirror.

“I was born ready.” He replied, enthusiastically. “She was born with one leg up in the air.”

“It was the Olympics that year,” you shrugged, smacking your brother when he leaned between the seats, “I was getting a head start on gymnastics.”

Steve laughed as if that was the funniest thing anyone had ever told him, “that’s great.”

“So, are you excited about going to your sixth grade winter formal all over again?” You asked, twisting a little in your seat to focus on Steve as he drove.  

In the backseat, Dustin rolled his eyes.  

“I was gonna wear the same tux but, ya know, I got taller.” He joked.  

“I thought your hair just got higher.” Dustin teased and you couldn’t help laughing.  

“Ha ha you’re so funny.” Steve replied, “hey, smack your brother for me?”

You obliged, leaning over the seat to hit him. As you leaned passed the center console, you held the edge of Steve’s seat for stability, your arm brushing against his and your hair falling into his line of vision for a moment, curly strands tickling his cheek. He turned his head when the car stopped for a red light, watching you as you laughed at Dustin and pulled yourself away from him, falling back into your seat.  

Tommy and Carol always said you had a hopeless crush on Steve but he was always a little too preoccupied by the girls who were more vocal about their feelings. He remembered when Nancy first started flirting with him at a party. He’d felt a little “on top of the world” every time someone paid attention to him. Steve honestly couldn’t remember a time when you were throwing yourself at him though. You were always friendly, and he’d seen more of you this year as he found himself hanging out with Dustin in an unironic way, but he’d never really thought of you liking him. Even when Tommy and Carol first said it, he just brushed it off.  

“So, Henderson, you excited?” He asked, trying to get back some of that junior year cool he’d had.  

You raised an eyebrow at him and pointed to yourself, clarifying that it was you that he was talking to. When he nodded, you shrugged, “I guess.” You smiled at him as the light turned green, “I got a hot date after all.”

“What?”

“She promised Will she’d dance with him at least once.” Dustin replied. Out of all his friends, Will was your favorite. Much nicer than Lucas and Mike, not so self-centered.  

“Oh man, I can’t compete with that.” Steve laughed, “save me a dance though, will you?”

“I’ll try to pencil you in.” You replied, even as you felt your face get hot, flushed with the suggestion that the two of you might actually share a dance. You definitely shouldn’t be this excited about a dance for sixth graders.  

Dustin made an exaggerated gagging noise from the backseat, “disgusting, you guys are disgusting.” He stated, trying to keep the smile at bay. Disgusting maybe, but kind of adorable, though he definitely wouldn’t tell you that.  

Red, like blood. Blue, like love.

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; bullying; soulmates au

Prompt: 88 & 183

There’s someone for everyone, you’d learned growing up.

 "Remember, blue means happy," your mother would say. "The happiest you'll ever be.”

She liked reminding you about this fact— for it is an indisputable truth, every so often when she could still carry you. You’d be hugged from the back, as she recounted stories of first meetings, serendipitous and life changing in their nature; belonging to those who’ve lived long before you, sometimes even those who’ve only lived in tales.

Mostly, your mother loved telling those involving the people she knew. And if you’ve behaved properly, she would tell you about hers. 

Tracing your palm, starting from the forked lines to the dashed ones on your fingers, she’d say, “These would start to glow like stars.”

“That’s weird!” you’d burst out, shrieking a laughter as she tickled you. 

“Listen carefully,” she chastised. “Blue is for your soulmate, okay?”

And you’d repeat: Blue is for my soulmate.

“Then, mama,” you tugged at her sleeves, “What if it’s really, really bright red! Like! Bloody glow sticks! Say, mama, you see, everyone at the park was talking about the man who died because he touched someone and his hand became bright re— ”

You never brought that up again. What your mother said about it had been enough to never make you forget.

“Tell me if you get red,” she said firmly, clutching your arms as if she feared someone would snatch you away from her. “Red is bad, my heart. Red means run.”

 It hadn’t nearly been as gruesome as your mother made it out to be. 

Case in point, when you turned twelve the couple three houses down your street found out, shortly after their honeymoon, that their palms gleamed a fierce red once they clasped each other’s hands in front of the neighborhood aunties.  

Their marriage ended with a swift and ordinary divorce, a year or so later.

Red: Not just an ominous warning for homicide, then. That was a relief, you’d thought.

Contrary to how your mother framed it, you were thankful, actually. It helped some of your friends escape from potentially hellish relationships. How lucky is it that you lived in a reality where the universe seemed exceedingly benevolent. Though, you sometimes have to question if that generosity extended to everyone.

Fat lot of good it did for you. 

Because, from where you’re standing, it doesn’t have to take some arbitrary and unsolvable scientific mystery to heed that Oikawa Tooru must be avoided like the plague.

Any person in your shoes would be conditioned to do exactly that. 

You’d first met in Elementary. You thought he was the prettiest kid you’d ever seen, with chestnut curls and doe eyes and lashes that swept past his cheeks, and when you’d asked for a hand shake he’d called you “the ugliest girl I’ve ever seen” and “fart face.” 

Recess and lunch were when he’s most fearsome. Spiky burdocks slapped on the collar of your dress; dead lizards in your food; the boy was determined. The worst part was that it always happened when no one was looking. And if someone were, it was his best friend. So when you finally told on him to your mom, both your teacher and the principal simply judged Oikawa as the victim of an attention deprived child.

“Please discipline your daughter,” they told her. “We are all aware of your situation at home, but do ensure that she’s not getting out of control.”

You couldn’t even muster up the strength to defend yourself. In that moment all you could do was swear that you’d never allow anyone to talk to your mother in that way again. 

You moved out of that school. 

You didn’t wait for your palms to flash a warning signal because, somehow, you knew that boys who discover early that they could get away with anything cannot get any better. 

There’d been no way to be sure of that until Aoba Johsai— after a peaceful interim of no Oikawa; no red palm lines (and no blue ones, either).

The proof hit you in the face. Literally. 

“Oi, Shittykawa!”

Heat permeated from your nostrils as you patted your cheek, detached and staring back at the large gymnasium. 

“You hit someone!”

How unlucky did a person have to be to bleed right on the first day of classes? 

You tried to lean forward. “It’s okay,” you slurred nasally, pinching your nose and averting your embarrassed gaze from the boy kneeling next to you.

“Trashykawa! You better hurry and apologize!”

“Don’t be mad, Iwa-chan,” that disgustingly saccharine voice came from behind you, making you flinch, as if the years you’d spent apart had done nothing to purge it out of your system.

In all honesty, you hadn’t really cared for whoever was responsible for the ball that careened all the way to where you were standing, so sure that it had to be an accident. No one in their right mind would want to injure someone they barely knew, especially if said someone is a couple of feet away from you. 

Morally and athletically, it should’ve been improbable. But then you saw who did it and everything made perfect sense.

Iwa-chan. The boy beside you. Iwaizumi Hajime.

If he’s here, then— 

“You,” he whispered. 

“Eh?! Gosh, I’m so sorry!” Oikawa Tooru gasped. “You’re bleeding.”

Time is cruel. It wears down on you, tears you and molds you into something you can’t even recognize, if it decides to. (Fate, more so). You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or laugh, looking at him. If the universe were so benevolent, then perhaps Oikawa Tooru had received all of its favor.

He was beautiful. You’d known this before, but with all the baby fat replaced with sharp yet slender angles, figure lean and imposing even when he’d lowered himself to meet your eyes, Oikawa didn’t seem real.

“I did hit someone, didn’t I?” he pouted, wiping the dried blood atop your lip. “And such a pretty girl, too.”

That volleyball existed should’ve made life better for you. It didn’t. If anything, it seemed that out of the court, when he’s not taking names and being praised like a god, you were his little pastime. Something fun to take his mind off whatever it is he thinks about it. 

The mocking comments, you could handle; every time you’d recite and he’ll interject with something playful and then the entire class would laugh (because he’s Oikawa) and your professor would reprimand him but you could always tell that they, too, are holding in a giggle. 

Those were easy to bear, because although his insults hit way too close to home, it’s just— it’s just so petty.

Really, it’s the aftermath that does the damage.

“They’re like Christmas lights under your skin!” 

This topic pops up every month or so. Most people your age can be lucky enough to meet their soulmate this early. 

“And it’s the most awesome feeling in the world,” your classmate sighed. “When we touched hands? Man. We just- we glowed.”

Then, the others would poke fun, faking a gagged expression, but they’d always ask afterwards, “What happened next?” And everytime, you’d watch from the sidelines. Like an uninvited audience. 

You tried being a part of it once, wanting to share about the time your close friend met her soulmate. But all you’d gotten were side eyes and titters, as if they were laughing about a joke only you didn’t know about. 

“They’re so mean to you.” 

You groaned.

Oikawa was seated behind you, resting his head against his elbow. Everyone was too busy talking about blue lights and destined souls to notice what’s happening at the back of the room. 

He continued, “Not including you in conversations, treating you like an outsider.”

You didn’t bite, focusing on the opened book in front of you.

“Must be lonely, having no one.”

“Oikawa,” you muttered under your breath. “I don’t have the energy for this.”

The silence that came after that was unexpected. You were sure it would be short lived; he’s just gearing up for more. He usually went at it until you’d have no choice but to physically remove yourself from his presence. You’d thought once that that may be why he does this so much. Maybe he still thought you were the “ugliest girl” he’s ever met and he wants you out of his sight. Because Oikawa’s infantile like that.

But the silence stayed, accompanied by the background noise of eager conversations; lingering some more as white, fluffy clouds passed by the glass windows. 

When he broke it, all Oikawa said was, “Soulmates, huh.”

You felt a finger touch your back, drawing the barest of lines over your uniform. He removed them just before you could stand up and leave. 

You disliked those moments with him. 

You disliked him especially when he played. 

Oikawa’s a monster, be it in volleyball or with you. There are times, though, that you’d notice some things that you think you’re not meant to see. Like after a serve— its impact booming throughout the court, he’d have this puzzling expression on his face. 

It looked like....anger. 

He scored a point, right? Everyone’s cheering for him, aren’t they? Wait, didn’t they win?

You thought maybe it’s the adrenaline making him nastier than usual, but sometimes you’d pass by the gym when he happens to be alone. And that anger is still there, punctuated by the sound of the ball exploding against the floor. Jump. Hit. Spike. Jump. Hit. Spike. He’d do it, again and again and again. 

As if he’s trying to grasp something even he cannot reach. 

Those instances should’ve taught you that the best thing to do is look away. 

That’s what you should’ve done. Look away.

They lost the Interhigh tournament.

You knew this not because you’d watched, but because for one day, Oikawa Tooru wasn’t your bully. 

The derision was replaced by sulking. He didn’t speak for the entire period. The funniest thing about it was that everyone kept staring at you. Like somehow you’d been the cause of this, when all of them were lamenting the loss just as much as the team itself. 

 What was supposed to be a reason for celebration suddenly became a crime that you had to explain for.

 “Great,” you grumbled to yourself. “One time I don’t have a target on my back, now I’m the bad guy.”

Trash bag in hand, the scraps inside rattled against each other as you stomped to the recycling bin, both sleeves of your P.E jacket folded up to the elbows. You affected a tone, choosing to mock the grating way some of classmates talked:

“Oh, hey, if it’s not too much,” you began. “Can you please be his punching bag again? If you will, can you relieve our superstar’s burdens? By, I don’t know, alluring him into walking all over you? Like the good old days! Please, oh please? We rely on you, oh Great Punching Bag! We Beseech thee, oh Esteemed Doormat! We compel— dude, what the fuck?!”

Crumpled papers and steel and tin cans rolled to the ground. You didn’t pick them up, like you should’ve; you left it there, trash bag lying open, and grabbed the ball that whisked mere inches from your face. 

This time you’re not making the same mistake. The asshole is more than capable of suspending what little morals he has, just to hurt someone he barely knew. As well as athletically adept (an understatement, that) at hitting a walking target; or not hitting it, in this case.  

You stormed the almost empty gym. Oikawa is a ray of sunshine, greeting you with that smile. It makes you want to punch him.

“What is wrong with you?” you spat. 

He chuckled. “Whoops. Sorry!” 

“I’m not having this-” you shoved the ball to his stomach. He didn’t even blink. “This isn’t gonna slide anymore, Oikawa.”

Wide grin still in place, he took it from your hands with his much larger ones and said, “Wow, you’re actually mad this time. ”  

Then, he added, “I didn’t mean it! Honest!” 

Must be nice, you thought with a scowl, to be him. Anyone can be sincere if they look anything like Oikawa. 

“Sure. Fine. No, actually,” you glowered. “You know what?” 

“Hm?” He tilted his head. Oikawa tilted his pretty little head.

You seethed. “I get it. You lost. That doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me. I mean, what did I ever do to you, Oikawa? I have-” you exhaled, surprised by the break in your voice. 

“I haven’t done anything to you. We stopped being kids a long time ago. That shit you pull should’ve ended by now. We’ve grown.” You jabbed his chest. “But I see that maybe not all of us have.”

His pleased expression hadn’t dropped. “Ouch,” Oikawa grimaced, glancing amusedly at the place you’d touched. “How mean.”

This isn’t going anywhere. 

You don’t know why it took you this long to realize this, as you shifted your gaze away from him, noticing the gashes on the floor that tear the surface like scars that never healed. That must’ve been because of him, with the amount of practice he does. 

“It won’t be enough, won’t it, Oikawa?” you whispered. “Not for you.”

The smile that’s been there since you arrived tensed, straining at the corners of his lips. 

“Yeah, I’ve been told,” he beamed. 

He was bathing in his own sweat, seeping through his shirt and matting his hair to his face, and he looks— Oikawa looked tired. His eyes were sunken in, too. Did he even sleep?

You’re so used to seeing him not a hair out of place, with a sweet scent that you amusedly thought lures his gaggle of admirers into following him everywhere. It takes you aback, honestly. Particularly the wobble in his step as he bent and squeezed his knee with shaky fingers.

You don’t think he’s aware he’s doing it in front of you.

Then, just like that, everything seemed to have added up.  

“You’ll never be happy,” you said.

You should’ve stopped there. You should’ve left. Instead, you looked him in those brown eyes, the warm hue becoming a lot colder as he moved closer. 

Oikawa sneered. “And what do you know, huh?” 

(Go. Leave.)

“Nothing,” you told him. “I don’t- I don’t know. Because, I don’t get it.”

(Shut up. Shut up.)

“Why you try any harder, I don’t know. Win or lose, it’s all the same. You’re still the same. You’re still awful and annoying and- and still you.” You laughed, unsure why you’re running your mouth like this. 

“Win or lose. Oikawa is still Oikawa,” you breathed in. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

His teammates must’ve gone somewhere. For lunch, maybe, you thought as you eyed the abandoned bottles and used towels scattered around the court. “Besides,” you huffed, not without a twinge of envy. “They’ll all still love you, either way.” 

Everything went still for a while, and you’d just realized what you’d just said.

“What about you?” 

You looked back at him.

“What?”

He tipped his chin. You stepped backwards. 

He brushed your wrist.

“Don’t touch me,” you hissed, but he only smiled and wrapped his entire hand around it. 

Oikawa had been your first bully. Before you could even comprehend what that meant, Oikawa had been the source of your mother’s worries whenever she parted with you at the school gates. It is funny, thinking about it, for letting this boy affect you despite making an effort to stay away the first time. 

But it is only now— now that he has a firm hold on you, gentle yet smothering— that you truly feared Oikawa Tooru. 

It rattled your breath, squeezing your heart and refusing air to pass through your lungs, as you felt a shock zap through you. And apparently through him as well.

You broke away from each out with a cry.

Your hand was burning. That’s the only explanation for it. Your hand was burning and any moment now smoke will diffuse from the pores. 

You waited. Any moment now. But the more you stared at it the more tiny spots of flames sparked under your skin, bursting along the palm lines— first, the forked ones; then, the dashed lines— glaring back at you, glowing brighter, blotting and spreading until they mapped your palms then your entire hands like constellations. 

“Red is bad, my heart,” your mother said. “Red means run.”

“I knew it,” you scoffed, shaking your head. 

Well, it’s not as if this is news to you. 

“What about that, Oikawa?” You put both your radiating hands in the air. “The universe is telling us, you and I? We just don’t—”

Why are you crying?

Why is Oikawa crying? 

“I knew it,” he croaked.

Your mother made the red light sound so horrifying for a reason. 

There has to be a reason, too, why the universe is warning you so late into your life. You’d actually ran before. And when you thought it a waste of money, you chose to stay and not fight back; thinking that his punches have become less severe, degraded into verbal taunts that induce social exclusion at most; that, certainly, red doesn’t forbode something as bad as murder, right?

Well, what now? You were wrong, after all. This time you have a feeling that you actually need to hide. 

Because Oikawa’s looking at you like you’re the last two people left in this Earth. 

Just you and him. Without any need for anybody else. 

You didn’t breathe, attempting to bolt despite the overwhelming need to throw up right where you're standing. He stepped closer, faster than you’d liked, and touched your face, caressing your cheek up to your aching temple.

“You should really stop trying to run away,” he said, voice low as if he’s sharing a secret. “I’ll always find you, you know?”

You didn’t have to look to know. Even if you closed your eyes, as well, you know it’s still going to be there; glowing in the darkness behind your eyelids.

“Me and you—” Oikawa sighed. 

Listen carefully, your mother said.

“ —we have a connection that no one else will ever understand,” he said.

The light emitting from his hand was so harsh it hurt you, pricking your sight until it drew fat tears, reflecting against your damp face and tinting the fallen streaks with bright—

Blue means happy, she told you. The happiest you’ll ever be.

And you’d repeat: Blue. Blue is for—

“My soulmate," Oikawa said, before locking you in a deep, searing kiss. 

The lights didn't die even as he dragged you into the storage room.  

"Hey, where'd senpai go?" 

The rest of the volleyball team came in droves, occupying the hollow court with their squeaking shoes and questions about Oikawa's whereabouts.

"Must've gone somewhere," you heard a deep voice say. 

You could answer that question. All you  had to do was scream. They weren't so far from the room that they wouldn't pick it up over the noise of their volleyball practice. Really, if you needed to, you could even outshout their guttural yells of "Nice kill!"

Though, you'd have to remove the underwear lodged in your mouth first. 

Yours, in fact; soaked now by your own saliva, drool dripping to your chin as your wrists chafed against the rope that's keeping them tied at your back.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" You felt every sickening movement of Oikawa's lips against your throat. "Feels good when you- ah, fuck- when you give in."

With the cloth muting your shrill bawling, you tried your best to recall how you ended up here: seated on his lap as he sluggishly humped himself against you, his still glowing hands cupping your ass.  

The only thing left on your body was your bra, and even that he's already lowered to let your tits spill over the top. Your pants and t-shirt and jacket are lying around somewhere. You couldn't determine where in particular; the only sources of light were behind you.  

He was leaving imprints of blue all over your skin; around your waist as he slithered his hands to reach your breasts, scantily brushing over the hardened nipples and making you keel over.

"So sensitive," he tutted, smooching your neck so gently that even the underwear couldn't muffle your loud yelp when he suddenly bit into the flesh. Hard. 

You wanted to claw his eyes out and call for help and you wanted badly to scream don't do that Oikawa someone please save me he's gonna kill me he's gonna kill me-

But the gag remained intact and the boys outside continued their game, ignorant that their precious captain is taking everything away from you. 

Sharp canines bruised your skin, provoking a fresh batch of tears as he sucked and licked every after cruel bite. 

Then, when you thought the worst had passed, he removed his mouth from your neck to spit onto your bare cunt, allowing it to slide from the hair on your mound to the nub sticking out in the middle.

(It is not enough that he is killing you. Oikawa must defile you, too.)

His fingers gripped the insides of your thighs open when you tried to shut them together. "Don't be a brat," he clicked his tongue.

"Be a nice little kitten for me," Oikawa drawled, smearing the slick that's soaking your folds against the spittle coating your clit.

You didn't notice when he'd taken his cock out, you only realize that he's about to enter you when he teased your entrance with it, pushing the tip to nudge the drenched hole, only to pull it back again.

And you didn't dare look. The feel of it almost stretching you out with just the head is already driving you to insipid begging.

"What'd you say, kitten?" he pouted.

Oikawa you've already taken too much is it never going to be enough Oikawa let me go.

"I can't understand you," he chuckled. "Here—"

He pulled the underwear out of your mouth as he thrust all the way inside, your back arching, driving him deeper, as his cock throbbed against your pussy walls.

"Now, what were you saying?"

You swallowed your cries and heaved and swore you were gonna tear his heart out after this. 

"Say," he whispered, sniffing your wet panties without breaking his gaze. "If everyone saw us right now, how'd you think they'd react?"

It was so reverent, the way he did it, blue light revealing that he closed his eyes as he took a whiff, as if he hung onto your scent like a lifeline.

But you thought that'd been a calculated move, because as you dumbly stared at him, he immediately gyrated his hips under you, rocking back and forth ever so slowly, and you remembered that you had to keep quiet.

His cock was so big inside you, making you bite your lip as it filled you up, the curved tip hitting a spot that has you squirming in his embrace.

"At this point they'll know how much of a whore you are," he said, tangling his muscled arms around yours and anchoring you to his body. "Made just for me."

"Oika-Oikawa…"

You don't know this person. 

"Help..me.."

You don't know who's speaking out and whimpering for Oikawa, on her knees and bouncing up and down on his lap with weak, quivering thighs. 

It couldn't be you.

"Help you?" You felt him nuzzle your neck. "I thought you wanted me to stay away, though?"

Someone mewled out a pathetic, "N-no."

"No? Then what d'you want, kitten?"

(Oh. Oh, he feels so fucking good.)

Your belly has never felt this hot before and it's driving you crazy that you're chasing for something you cannot see and it feels so near but there's something, something that's keeping you from it that all you can do is grind your sopping cunt closer to him.

"Wanna- I wanna cum."

Oikawa kissed you on the forehead, and then he said, "Go ahead, then."

He released your arms. 

Then, he's scooping cum off your pussy, making sure to drag his fingers under the lips, before circling your large, swelling clit. Then, he's sucking your tits and swirling his tongue around a nipple and you're so so close.

"That's it," Oikawa sighed. "Ride my cock, baby."

His rough palm slapped both your ass cheeks and the cry that erupted from you only made him laugh. 

"Make yourself cum on my cock," he grunted, licking his smiling lips as he leaned back against the wall, hand idly rubbing your dripping clit. "You're making a mess, darling. Leaking like that."

You're quivering all over; your cunt is spasming and your legs are complaining beneath you, but you don't stop. You lift your hips and then sink your pussy down, down until you feel his balls touching your sore ass, the sloshing sound growing louder as you move faster. 

You don't think about what this'll all mean later, what you're doing giving in to him, when you scream out his name. But as soon as you did, Oikawa's growl had been your only warning.

He grabbed the back of your head and kissed you, plunging his tongue into your throat, his strong arms pressing you so close to him you can no longer tell his skin from yours, his battering heartbeat from yours. 

You didn't move—weren't allowed to, when he hammered his cock into you, pounding your cunt and fucking you raw until you're breathless and nothing but a shuddering wreck, splitting at the seams in his hands as you feel thick spurts of hot cum slide out of you. 

"My pretty girl," came his hoarse whisper. "My pretty, pretty girl."

The lights have dimmed, when he cradled your shaking form and moved out of you, faint traces left on just the palm lines and fingertips. 

They were flooded by the sudden brightness that enveloped the storage room.

"Holy shit."

You pressed your eyes close, your entire body prickling at Oikawa’s touch.

It shouldn't be surprising, at this point, that Oikawa, as quick as he'd stripped you off of everything, has already covered you back in your jacket. The smell of it striking you ruthlessly, that old cologne that you always use to school reminding you of who you were, before all this.

Had it only been a few hours? It felt like a lifetime ago.

"Ah," Oikawa murmured. "They caught us."

"Oikawa,” someone roared. Oikawa held you, hiding your face against his chest. “Why you son of a-"

"C-coach..! Stop- Oi, someone help me hold him- no, coach! "

You heard him chuckle. “Sorry about this, everyone.” He held up his hand and you had to keep yourself from sobbing. “But, look.”

There were several gasps. 

(Everybody knows now.)

“You..and her?” 

The boy who said that sounded so astonished, clearly overjoyed for some reason, that it revolted you.

“Mhm,” he nodded, a smile in his voice. “Now, can you guys please give us some privacy?” 

Feet shuffled out of the room, along with stuttered apologies. They all left. 

Except for one.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa pouted.

“What did you do, Oikawa?”

A beat. Then, he repeated, “Iwa-chan.”

Please. 

Iwaizumi didn’t say anything. 

Please help me.

“Sure,” he grunted.

He was gone, too, after that.

You were back in the darkness, with nothing but the faltering red and blue on your hands and his, while he untied your wrists and kneaded the abrasion away, cooing sweet nothings to your ear. 

“I hate you,” you rasped. 

“Don’t say that.”

“I fucking hate you-”

“Please stop yelling-”

“I won’t ever forgive you, Oikawa!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he cried, shaking his head as he brushed your tear-stained cheeks with both thumbs. You clutched them, wanting him off you, but he only latched himself firmly into you. “We’re meant to be.”

“You’re the only one for me.” 

Oikawa brought your numb hand to his face, pressing a kiss to your palm, the red light basking him in its soft glow.

“And I’m the only one for you,” he said, intertwining your fingers together. 

The lights flickered in and out, at first, as you stared vacantly into it, the red and blue swallowing each other. Until they finally disappeared, leaving just you and him, curled against each other in the shadows. 

DEAREST HEART-Letter Three

Hey curvies, sorry its taken me so long to post this installment, these past two weeks or so have been a bit rough, work, life, and adulting and all. I honestly got in a bit of a funk for a bit too. Luckily, I have people who love me enough to make me leave the house to get fresh air. Well here is the third letter from our lovely Mr. Kal-El, hope you enjoy.

Dark Clark Kent x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Stalking

A few days had passed and while you hadn't been home, you still got the awful feeling of being watched. Your husband assured you there was no way he could know where you were as your mom lived almost an hour away and you only visited every now and again. The police had been watching your place and hadn't seen anything suspicious, not even a letter had arrived. You were trying to feel a bit of relief, hoping that maybe seeing the police around had warded him off, but the nagging feeling that he was still watching weighed on you heavily.

"Hey sis." Your brother said breaking you out of your prison of thoughts.

"Hey brudda, what ya up to?" You said using one of many nicknames for him.

"Lets take a walk, get you some fresh air, and clear your head." He said holding out his hand. You quickly stood and followed him out and you both took a long walk talking and laughing about things from your childhood. You were in fits of laughter as he reminded you of some of your funniest moments with all of your siblings. As you were getting closer to your mom's, you bumped into a guy walking the neighborhood too. It felt like you walked face first into a metal door and you stood holding your nose hoping it wasn't bleeding.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to run into you." a deep strong voice hummed to you soothingly.

"No I'm fine, I'm good. No blood, see." You said standing to show him your nose, but quickly covered it as it was still hurting. When you finally took the time to look at him, you couldn't help but notice how extremely handsome he was. You tilted your head at him, because you had a feeling you'd seen him before, but you couldn't place it.

"Maybe we should have it checked? I mean I could drive you to a doctor I live right up the street." He said trying to move your hands to peak at your nose. When he finally moved them, he gave your nose a slight tap and you all but screamed. "Shh shh shh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I'm not hurt, I'm fine. I just need to get home and put ice on it." you said shielding your nose from him. Somehow he and your brother started their own conversation about how stubborn you could be, and the more you looked at him, the more you swore you knew him.

"I'm being very rude, I haven't introduced myself, I'm Clark Kent, I work for the Daily Planet." He said almost on cue.

"Oh, okay, makes sense. I could've sworn I knew you, and I couldn't place from where. Well that makes sense." You said chuckling a bit in relief. You hated when you couldn't remember people, and he extended his hand. When you shook his hand, for a second it felt as if you were engulfed in heat, and you felt yourself get a bit dizzy. The moment you pulled your hand away, you felt like you things were back to normal. When you looked at him again, he had a look in his eyes that made you shiver. "Alright, I think we should head back. Sorry again, and nice to meet you." You said racing away.

"Nice to meet you too Y/n , see you around." He said starring as you walked away. When you both got far enough away, your brother burst out laughing.

"Dude, your face when you walked into him. Haha, you should've seen your face." He said laughing and pointing at you. You scowled at him for a second before realizing how funny the situation actually was. You both were in fits of laughter, bent over crying. Your brother always knew how to make you laugh and you appreciated that he was there for you when things were as uncertain as they were.

That night, you and your sister were sitting out on the patio in the backyard talking, when something landing in your lap caused you to scream and jump up. You looked around thinking it was a spider, and let out a big breath when you realized it wasn't a spider, but a letter. You laughed at your sister for a small moment until you realized it was the same parchment that Kal-El used to write you. Your eyes went wide as saucers and you felt your heart drum in your ears.

"Y/n, what is it?" You sister asked.

"It's him, he found me." You said almost unable to fully form the sentence.

"How? We've been back here the whole time, no one has been here. NO ONE." she yelled at you, and you knew it was more out of fear than anything. You both immediately went inside and told everyone that you'd received a new letter and your husband and brother immediately went outside to look around. Your mom called the police and you all stood around not sure what to do at that point. You were afraid to read the letter, at the same time you really wanted to know what it had to say. You walked to the bathroom and opened the letter.

Dearest Heart,

What do you think you're doing love? Are you trying to run from me? Silly girl, you're so adorable. Do you want me to tell you how intertwined our souls are? You know me, near and far. You recognize me and you make yourself believe you don't know me, but you do. Your body knows me, very well. There is very little you can do to get away from me, little one. I knew writing you would ring alarms, but I didn't mean to frighten you as I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you so much, I hope you will come to believe that. I'm glad you're back with your mom, I didn't like the end of town you lived on anyway. You deserve so much better. I can give you that, you know? I can give you anything in this world all you have to do is ask. Maybe I could bring you where I am while I'm out working. I would love to have you travel with me, but I can't bear to see you in harms way. It would destroy me to see anything awful happen to you again, especially if I allowed it. I hope you do realize, that all that I do, I do it with you in mind. I get sad sometimes, you know? I get lonely when I can't be near you, even for a second. I pull out my favorite picture of you and it makes me smile. It keeps me going and know in my heart that as long as I have you I have something to continue saving this world for. I can't wait to hold you, to feel you in my arms while we make love, and fall asleep. I can't wait to make you breakfast, and have lazy days with you. I see you in my dreams. Did you know you've saved me from my nightmares? Every bad and dark thing I've seen, things that have startled me awake, even though I know they're gone. I see your face, and the bad things fade. I've seen things that would keep you awake at night and make you hide away from the world. I will protect you and those you love, even though I don't love them. I love our family, what we have together. I will be traveling but I promise to continue to write and watch out for you everyday. I love you.

With All My Heart,

Kal-El

You folded the letter and placed it back in its envelope. You let out a heavy breath and decided you would write him. You had to make him understand that what he was doing was not making you feel safe. You stomped out of the bathroom, to the room you'd been sleeping in and shut the door. You locked yourself in, you sat down with pen and paper, and you began to write.

Can I request class 1-a having a new student and one day the hole class have to make a PowerPoint presentation and the new student makses on of the whole class but it's (for example that's why todoroki makes a good boyfriend and bonus points he is a cold and warm pack ) and then they say there is nothing I could find pozetief on mineta but who wants to date him anyway

I hope that makes sense

I’ll try my best!

Fluff 💖

PowerPoint Presentation On Why You Should Date Them!

All of Class 1-A!

For a school project, you had to make a presentation on something that everyone needed or needed to know. After about a week, it was finally your time to shine. "Hi everyone!" You say as you get your computer set up, everyone smiles and looks up at the projector screen. "Okay so this is the presentation I made and it's called "Why You Should Date The Students of Class 1-A at UA." You say as you point at the title. Everyone's eyes go wide, Aizawa doesn't care since it was his nap time. You heard him lay his head on his desk, so you continued.

The first person to show up was Yuga Aoyama! You started to read off the points, "okay so the first person is Yuga Aoyama!" You say as you point to him in the front, he smiles. "Number one, he has wonderful fashion sense! Like that's who you would want to go to for it, second, he can teach you french! Yes, it'll probably take some time but hey, you'll still learn it! And lastly, he is such a fun person to be around!" You look back at him and he's smiling more now, "thank you dearly (y/n), I knew I was that gorgeous on camera!" He says and you laugh.

You go to the next slide, this time it says Mina Ashido! "Next up is my dear friend, Mina Ashido!" You can hear Mina giggle, you smile and continue. "First, she's always there when you need her! She's goofy and lovable so that is a plus! Second, she is romantic! Like girl, it's amazing!" You exclaim, you can hear Mina and some others laugh. "Lastly, she is the best to go anywhere with! She is so sociable and fun that you'll automatically have a great time! Bonus points for her great style, girl send me some of those tips!" You say as you wink at her, she bursts out laughing.

As you continue onto the next slide, it shows up as Tsuyu Asui! On the slide, you include a cute photo of her and a frog. "Now onto Tsuyu Asui! For one, she's mature and responsible! Tsu is focused on her schoolwork and home life. Second, she is like a mom to everyone! She knows how to look after us and makes us feel at home." You smile, Tsu smiles at you and you can hear her go "ribbit" every now and then. "Lastly, she is loving and caring. Even at your weak point, she can help you and give you all the emotional support you need."

"Next up is Tenya Iida!" You say and you can see him blush slightly. "First reason is that he's incredibly smart! If you ever have a problem or even just need some extra help, he'll be amazing for that! Second, he works hard. He is so determined that he'll want to make sure you can achieve your goals as well. Lastly, he's humble. He'll admit his mistakes and the rare occasions when he is rude, that's boyfriend material, guys!" You say that laughing, his face goes even redder. "Bonus points for the fact that he loves study dates, hint hint!" You say as you wink.

The next slide is pastel pink and filled with bubble gifs. "Next up is Ochaco Uraraka! Number one, she's bubbly and loving! She is so friendly and can make a friend out of anyone! Second, she is always excited and loves to go out! Lastly, she may be a bit of an airhead, no pun intended," You giggled, "but she is such a friendly person and she's so empathic." You look back at the class and Uraraka is smiling widely, "I feel honored to be on the list!" She says, you laugh and continue on.

The next slide has thunderbolts all over it, and in those, it spells out "Denki Kaminari". "Okay, so this one is Denki Kaminari! He is super funny and sweet for starters, so that makes him an awesome person to hang around with! Secondly, he tends to joke around a lot and be playful, so automatically he's goofy!" You exclaim, you hear Denki laughing and saying "how did they know!" You laugh and continue, "lastly, he may be a bit of an airhead but he cares for all of his friends. He is such a sweet guy."

You smile, "next is Eijrou Kirishima!" Kirishima laughs and watches the presentation. "He is manly and a gentleman! He knows how to treat you right that's for sure!" Eijrou smiles, "Second, he is super loyal! I mean look at him, he's funny and can make friends with everyone he meets! Lastly, he's kind-hearted! He's super sweet and he is amazing to be around! I'm glad to call him my friend!" You say with a big smile. "Plus, his quirk can be useful in other activities if you know what I mean!" You say, winking. Everyone starts laughing, "nice one (y/n)!" Kirishima calls out to you.

"Next is Koji Koda! For one, he can teach you sign language! It may not seem like a lot, but it can be really useful to know! Second, he's kind-hearted as well! He's super sweet, he's shy but that doesn't stop him from being kind and a good friend. Lastly, he loves animals! Everyone loves an animal person, he's great with them and it's such a cute sight to see as well!" You pause before going on, you spot Koji, he's smiling and clapping. You smile and continue onto the next slide.

"Next up is Rikkido Sato! For starters, he loves to bake! And that's an amazing trait because imagine all of the desserts you can eat! Next is that he is sweet! Just like his desserts, he's super sweet and kind! Lastly, he's a very positive person! He has a good attitude about everything and it's adorable!" You smile, and Rikkido smiles at you.

A picture of Mezo Shoji and him with his friends, you included, shows up on the slide. "Next is Mezo Shoji! One, he's super protective of his friends! It shows how much he cares and loves his friends. Two, he is kind and can make friends with everyone. Thirdly, he is selfless. Which means he's willing to risk his life for any of his friends." Shoji smiles, "thank you (y/n)."

"Next is Kyoka Jiro! She is usually very social, except for when Denki bothers her." You laugh and Kyoka laughs as well, and nods "that's true honestly." You continue on, "second, she has great taste in music! She has a mixture of different bands she listens to, and then she'll even try some new ones for you! Thirdly, she can play different instruments! I find that amazing and she can even teach you how to play them!"

"Now we have Hanta Sero, he's very sociable and friendly! He is also quite funny and I have to say, he might be the funniest out of everyone in here!" Sero starts laughing, "you got that right!" You laugh and go on, "lastly, he's brave! He'll make sure to keep you safe and he's willing to step in for you."

"Now we have Fumikage Tokyami, he is protective of his friends! He will step in and make sure they're okay. Second, he has self-control. This may not seem like a big thing, he knows his limits and he can stay patient. Third and finally, he is very brave! Yes, he's shy but he's brave." Tokyami nods and watches the presentation.

A picture of Katy Perry's "Hot and Cold" shows up on the next slide, everyone giggles, and chuckles. "If you didn't guess from that, it's Shoto Todoroki! He is very calm and collected, he stays calm during stressful situations. He tends to care very much for his friends and values them very deeply, and lastly, he tends to put them first. He's grown a lot from when he first started, he's becoming more sociable!" You say, Shoto slightly smiles and nods. "Plus he makes a great heating pad and an ice pack if you need it!" You say laughing, others join in.

"Next we have our favorite invisible girl, Toru Hagakure! For one, she's super bubbly and overall a very positive person! Second, she likes to collect plushies and other cute things, so that means you'll have a shopping buddy! You have to invite me at some point girl!" You say, she laughs, "for sure (y/n)!" You look back up at the screen, "then finally, she can easily make friends and super sociable! She's such a sweet person!"

You laugh and change the slide, "now the one and only, angry pomeranian, Katsuki Bakugou!" Katsuki frowns, "hey dumbass that's not funny!" You laugh and continue, "yes he is very hot-headed, but he is protective over his friends. Second, he is very determined to do good, he'll push you just because he wants to see you achieve your goals. Lastly, he may have pride but he does have his sweet moments. I've only gotten to experience them every now and then but he truly is a good friend, angry or not." You say with a smile, everyone starts going "aww" and Katsuki's face goes beet red. "I- Thanks dumbass." He says quietly.

"Now onto our favorite broccoli boy, Izuku Midoriya!" You exclaim, "first off, he's super sweet! Like just look at him!" You say pointing to Izuku, he blushes and smiles. "Second, if there's anything you want to know about heroes, that's the man to go to! And lastly, he cares for his friends so much. He loves them and will do anything for them, he honestly just wants the best for them." Izuku smiles, "plus if you ever want some cute dates, that's who you go to!" You exclaim.

You frown as you move onto the next slide, "okay so Mr. Grape Pervert, or known as Minoru Mineta. " You clear your throat with the *ahem* sound, "there's nothing good about him so next!" Minoru frowns as everyone laughs.

You smile, "and our last slide is about Momo Yaoyorozu! She is a natural leader, so definitely determined and focused! She encourages you and helps you out, she wants you to be the best you can be! And finally, she is a really great person. She's an amazing friend and always wants the best for you!" Momo smiles, "thank you (y/n)!" You smile and close your computer. "This was my presentation on why you should date the students of class 1-A. I really hope you did enjoy it! I meant it, you all, besides Mineta, are wonderful people. I'm so glad to have you as friends." You say, smiling.

I hope you enjoyed it! This took FOREVER!

I hope you have a great day!

Job Benefits. ( Part Two)

undesirable

- chapter two.

you can find part one here : part one : new beginnings pairing : ceo! gojo x female reader warnings : cursing wordcount : 1145 a/n : this is just me procrastinating finishing my valentines day event and it’s not even good plsss I HATE THIS

         There is something utterly angelic, almost eerily beautiful about you to Gojo.       Elegance, formality. Even as his negligence towards his own work turned to affect yours, you didn’t quite give it another thought as the papers piled up on your already messy desk. Buried upon mountains and mountains of endless streams of text, he’s quite surprised you’re still sane.       Now, he had just learned that you were in-fact, not.       It’s not like Gojo is too intimidated by your capability, too being the keyword. But never had he met a woman that looked the other way when his eyes met theirs, he could definitely work with this.       He’s wondering all about you, entranced, under a spell you didn’t know you casted. What did he have to do to grab your attention, was that even possible?       “Are you even listening?” you ask, tapping your newly returned carrot pen against the table’s hand carved edges, leaning onto the fine artwork. Gojo clears his throat, looking at you with painfully sarcastic eyes.      “Sure I am. You’re a scary woman you know? Guys don’t like that.” he quirked an eyebrow, anticipating your response- limit testing as one might say.      “That has nothing to do with the topic at hand, sir.” you plainly respond, hiding your hurt under your quivering tone, were you not desirable? Was that a requirement having to do with secretaries now or some shit? Gojo lifts open the lid of his candy jar, plucking out a translucent green one. The jar reeked of artificial flavoring.       It’s only when Gojo starts bursting out with laughter that you straighten and shoot him a dirty look, swallowing back tears. Popping another candy into his mouth, it confused you in so many ways, it would take many millennia to recount why it confused you. Why was he laughing, was he laughing at you?     “Holy, (Y/N). Loosen up a little. Here, have a candy.” opening the can of candies once more, the revolting smell filled the room once again, and you swear you’re about to vomit.        Crossing your arms across your chest, you instead huff, turning your back on him as he handed you a translucent candy. You took this time to wipe your tears away, some already spilling down your cheeks.      How could you possibly loosen up right now?       You had to continue the ongoing line of professionalism, it could be a test set up by your employers to see if you would slack off or not, and you weren’t having it. Gojo laughs, and laughs, and laughs, as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and you turn to look at him again.      When he’s done laughing, you raise your chin, looking down at him, hands on your hips like a mother.     “Don’t look at me like that, (Y/N)-chan. You can barely look down on me even though I’m sitting. Aww, wait- are you about to cry?” he mused aloud, taking another long slurp of his coffee, smacking his lips together, humming.       You splutter, not knowing how to react to his rather ill-mannered comment, you preferred for a man to not judge your physical looks, and he was really starting to get on your nerves now. His tone felt so demeaning, it hurt.     Maybe if it was a different day, or maybe a different hour, you’d give him a pity giggle- perhaps as a way to make amends for the bad day. Maybe, just maybe, you were tired from such a long annoying day that you needed a good cry and that was enough to push you into actually doing it. You take one last look at him, tears beginning to dawn yet again at the corner of your eyes, and off you went back to your office, long confident strides.      “Ooooh! Struck a nerve didn’t I?” you hear him laugh even down the hallway through his still widely opened door, and you grit your teeth.      Gojo was like every other person you met, commenting on you being some boring person, no, that wasn’t you. You were resourceful and smart, good with communicating. Wasn’t that a good thing?       Was there any good quality about you, not pertaining to work? There sure were a lot of negatives one.      Off the top of your head, you were too stuck up. That’s how you found yourself more alone then not; and you were sensitive. Too many times had you leapt into your mother’s arm, sniffling, snot running down your nose about the bullies that had pelted you with insult after insult. This hadn’t changed as you grew older, instead of tackling your mom though, you found yourself punching your pillow as a coping mechanism. You didn’t find yourself particularly attractive, though. Any normal person with stable confidence would’ve laughed alongside Gojo Satoru, you were sure he didn’t mean ill.      But it still hurt.       You don’t even know why you’re crying, at the back of the bus as you came home from a long unenjoyable day from work, you dabbled at your cheeks with tissues, and sooner or later you knew you’d run out. Embarrassed as random individuals stared at you with annoyance evident on their face. You tried so desperately to hide your sniffling, but you just couldn’t.     Even as you inserted and twisted your key, revealing the interior you had been dreaming about and designing as early as 8 years old, the door swinging wide open into the first living space you had bought with your own money- you still felt miserable over one little comment.       “Men don’t like me?” echoed at the back of your head, replaying the word vomit slipping out of his mouth, so easygoing it was like he was talking to a friend away from the work setting. Even as you began to make your dinner, even as you turned the shower on, even as you did anything- it was still there.      Never mind that, why did his opinion matter so much to you? You were sure it was banter, almost 100% sure. It just felt weird to have your boss make fun of you. You’re not even completely sure if he was making fun of you, maybe you’re talking out of your own ass.       These were the thoughts that went rampant in your mind that night, but it’s not uncommon for you to overthink. To showering, to dinner, to slipping into the comforting warmth of your covers, you heard those stupid words whispered into your perked up ears over and over again.       Until, an idea that you’d normally jeer at occurs through the foggy mess that was your brain that night.      If you weren’t desirable to men, you’d test it out in the office, to see if it really was true. That would be telling enough to Gojo you’re easygoing and sexually appealing, you’d prove yourself to him- that you did have the good traits of a woman, even as a boring secretary.     And through the tears, you slept as soundly as you could that night, under many balled up tissues, waiting faithfully for the next day.

yo you made it to the end!  good on you, here’s part three!  broken routines

hey could you do the bros and undateables reacting to an mc who makes dolls of their and when they ask mc about it mc jokes around and say like "i make dolls of the ppl i murder"

w/ Doll Maker!MC

- He finds their dolls interesting

- He has one in his study on his desk to “keep him company” that they made just for him

- When he asks them about why they make so many dolls and they respond with “I make dolls of the people I kill,” He is shocked

- It caught him off guard but he laughed it off

- He towered over them and said “Yet I’ve seen you make a doll of me,”

- “Alright u know what chicken boy-“

- When he sees how skilled they are at making dolls he gets excited

- He sells some for a little extra grimm

- One day he makes the mistake of asking why they make so many of the dolls

- “I make dolls of the people i kill”

- freaks out but plays tough

- When there’s a doll of him on his bed the next morning he cries and gives Lucifer his will

- He LOVES the dolls

- He asks MC to make a doll of Ruri-chan

- “I can’t, my policy is to only make dolls of the people I kill.” MC says with a straight face

- gets nervous and hides in his room

- When he wakes up and sees a Ruri-chan doll sitting on his gaming chair he’s excited but then he starts crying

- “MCCCC I CANT BELIEVE YOU KILLED RURI-CHANNNN” He wails VERY loudly

- He pays no mind to the dolls until he notices just how many there are

- “i make them of people I kill”

- He’s on the floor crying with laughter

- like mans is howling

- “MC I have an idea”

- MC tells Lucifer about the whole “i make them of who I murder” thing and then made one of him and left it on his bed the next day

- Satan and MC spent the day away from home to avoid Lucifer’s punishment

- Isn’t a fan of the dolls

- When MC hasn’t made any new dolls in a while he gets worried and lowkey misses the dolls

- Storms their room to ask them about the dolls onto to see they fell asleep nearly done with their newest addition.

- It was clear the doll was supposed to be Asmodeus and looking at MC’s rejection pile it was obvious they’d been trying really hard to get his doll to be perfect, but tbh they all looked perfect to him cuz MC made them 

- Wakes MC up to tease them about the doll of him but MC is tired and grumpy so they decide to spit out

- “I actually base the dolls off the people I’ve killed” with a sickenly sweet smile

- is suddenly afraid of not only the dolls anymore, but MC as well

(this one is different bc I got a soft idea)

- He never knew why MC made so many dolls

- When MC explained they could see spirits and would make dolls that looked like the spirits for their spiritual energy to reside instead of aimlessly floating around in air and space

- Nearly cried bc thats so sweet

- A few days later he walks into his room and sees a doll resembling Lilith

- He realizes whats left of her spirit is in there and he cried and holds the doll close for the rest of time

- MC had a bad habit of pranking Belphie while he’s trying to sleep

- They often will leave dolls close to his face for whenever he woke up

- One day Belphie realized that he had never seen the same doll twice

- He asked MC why they made so many

- “They’re all the people I’ve killed”

- One time when fighting with him MC made a doll of them self and threw it at him and said “see doesn’t it feel good to have dolls of the people you’ve murdered!”

- When MC started leaving their dolls all over the hallways of the Demon Lord’s castle he found it very amusing

- He has a china cabinet where he keeps all of the dolls MC had left around

- When he asks why they make so many and they say they’re all people they killed he laughs hysterically

- Funniest shit he’d heard in millennia

- “If you made one of all the ones I’ve killed you’d be stuck at your little building station forever”

- As the Demon Lord’s butler it was his job to clean up the dolls MC had been leaving around the castle.

- “MC why do you do these silly things,”

- “I like to make dolls of all the people I’ve killed.”

- He chuckles with a smug grin 

- “I was the one who had to do background checks on all our exchange students, I know you’d never even hurt a fly”

- He really likes them

- Tries to convince MC to make him voodoo dolls

- “No I can only make dolls of people I’ve killed”

- At first they stare at eachother in silence before they start laughing

- “I make pacts with people i kill when they become demons-“ “Solomon pleASE-“

- He adores MC’s hobby and finds it fascinating

- One day he made the bad choice of asking MC what inspired all the dolls

- “Oh! i base them off people i’ve killed.”

- he freezes and sits there sumn founded with his head in his hands for hours

- There was no way MC would get into the celestial realm considering just how many dolls there were

- had to be told it was a joke

- He LOVES the dolls so much

- Sometimes he bakes sweets to match the dolls for Asmodeus to take pictures for devilgram and Beel to devour it as soon as the shutter clicks

- When he asks MC what inspires the designs of each doll he bursts out crying at their response

- MC was doing the whole “shhh don’t tell mom hey it’s okay don’t tell mom” but Simeon was already behind them with a dark aura holding a knife

April Fools.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1515.

“Mom, I’m the most horrible person in the world.” You say as soon as Lena steps in the house.

“Your uncle Lex will be so sad to hear that he got dethroned.” She smiles, too proud of her own joke, and you smile back at her, getting distracted for a second. You remember what you were doing and stop smiling immediately.

Lena does her entire routine before going inside. She takes off her coat, hangs her purse on the hanger next to the door, before making her way to the kitchen.

“Mom, I’m serious.” You show her the broken glass on the kitchen floor and Lena furrows her brows. She has a moment of realization and she looks at you, mouth agape.

“No.” It’s the only thing she says.

“I’m sorry! I swear it was an accident.” You watch her coming closer and kneeling on the floor picking up a broken piece.

“Tell me this isn’t what I think it is!”

“Well-I-Yes?” You say, almost like an apology, and she looks up to you from the floor.

“What happened?” She’s getting angrier by the minute.

“I flew in and I didn’t-”

“YOU FLEW IN?” She stands up. She looks like she’s about to spit fire. “How many times did I tell you not to fly inside the house?”

“I know! It was an accident, I thought I had control!” You tell her trying to hold your laughter. You honestly don’t know how she’s falling for it. You flew in? Your powers are not even back yet. And you have a cast on your leg. It’s obviously not a good lie.

“You thought-My God! I swear I think you do this kind of stuff just to aggravate me.” Lena puts her hand on her forehead. “Clean it up.”

“Ok.” You drop your head low. “But can you hold this for me?” You ask, giving her the vase you presumably broke and she looks at you at loss. “April Fools.” You give her a smile and you hear her breathing deep before looking at you.

“I can’t believe you did this.” She looks annoyed, but you see she’s trying to hide a little smile on the corner of her lips.

“Mom. Mom.” You point at your leg. “I mean, it’s your fault you fell for it. I literally have a cast on my leg.”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess I walked right into that one.” She finally smiles a little. And you kiss her cheek. “You still have to clean it up, though.”

“Totally worth it.” You smile before cleaning the floor.

“The weirdest thing happened to me today.” Kara says landing inside of the living room, and you and Lena look up to her. “Every time I flew around in my Supergirl suit, people would just honk and wave.” She sits on the chair with a serious face trying to think what was going on. You press your lips together, trying really hard not to laugh.

“Is that a bad thing?” Lena asks, confused.

“No. I just… I don’t remember doing anything to make them celebrate my presence so much.” Kara says and you turn your head to the side, because it’s getting harder not to laugh.

Lena lifts her eyebrow at you, but says nothing.

“Well, honey, it’s probably just appreciation for your work.” Lena says and Kara stands up, agreeing. “Or…” She adds looking at Kara’s back. “Someone put a ‘honk and wave’ sign on your cape.

“WHAT?” Kara tries to look behind her cape, doing a little twist. She keeps turning around a few times and you can’t help but burst into laughter. “You didn’t!”

“I mean…” You point at her looking like a dog chasing its tail, and Lena helps her out of her cape.

“You! You! How did you do this?” Kara asks, looking at the printed words on her cape and you shrug. “Can I make it disappear?”

“You cannot.” You laugh your answer and Kara huffs sitting back down. She stares at her cape for two minutes.

“What am I going to do? Fly around with a ‘honk and wave’ cape?” She pouts and just imagining it, makes you laugh harder. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny! Why would you do this?”

“It’s April Fools.” You defend yourself and Lena agrees with her head.

“Believe me, I too was a part of this nonsense.” Lena takes Kara’s cape from her hands and looks at it, investigating it.

“I should ground you.” Kara says crossing her arms, and that, that is the funniest joke you’ve heard all day. You fall on the floor, laughing so hard your stomach hurts, and there are tears falling from your eyes. Kara’s eyebrows are pinched together. “I am not joking.”

“Sorry.” You wipe a tear and sit on the floor, looking back at her. “I thought you said you were going to ground me.”

You hear an annoyed hiss and you look at Lena who is looking at you like you’re in deep trouble. But you can’t be, it’s Kara. Kara doesn’t ground you, like ever. So, it’s cool.

“That’s exactly what I said.” She looks way too upset over a stupid joke. “And because you had this reaction, I think it’s the right thing to do.”

“What?” You sit up straight, looking shocked. “It was a joke! Just a prank. For April Fools.”

“You went too far. You ruined my cape. How do you want me to wear it now?”

“You could just stop wearing it all together. Capes are lame, anyway!”

“You’re lame.” Kara replies and your eyes widens. “And you’re grounded.”

“MOMMA!” You stand up in complete shock and disbelief. “You-But-You can’t.”

“I absolutely can! What? Do you think that only Lena has that type of authority?” Kara grabs her cape and gives it to you. “You’re grounded, and you’re going to fix this! Now-” She takes a deep breath. “Go to your room.”

“You can’t be serious!” You look at her face that looks extremely serious. “Are you? Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” Kara takes another deep breath. “Go to your room, young lady.”

Even Lena reacts to that. She makes a loud surprised sound and you look at her, almost asking for help. Lena shrugs, and you can see her eyes tinkling like she thinks that’s the sexiest thing Kara has ever done.

“Wow. Just wow.” You pull the cape completely out of her hands. “When did you become so old?”

She doesn’t answer and you make your way to your room, complete upset by the awful turn this took. Kara has never once grounded you herself. It’s always with Lena’s push or consent. And calling you ‘young lady’? Wow, that was a low blow.

You look at the cape knowing exactly how to remove the stupid ‘honk and wave’ joke, but you’re so mad you don’t want to do it. Regardless of how annoyed you are, you still do your best to remove the print from the thick fabric, and you do a pretty good job, making it look almost new.

It’s Kara who comes to tell you it’s time for you to go to bed, like they do it every night. So, she opens the door from your room, and without saying a word you give her the cape back. She examines it, looking satisfied with the result.

“Very well.” She says throwing her cape over her shoulders. You’re rolling your eyes and biting the inside of your mouth, looking very angry. “What’s with the face?”

“Are you serious?” You throw yourself in bed. “You grounded me.”

“Yeah, so?” Kara looks at you like you’re giving her attitude for nothing. “Lena grounds you all the time.”

“Yes! Lena! Not you. And certainly not over a joke!” You grunt. Kara gives you a little smile and that just makes you frown harder.

“Oh, what? Did I forget to say?” Kara comes closer to you. “Happy April fools, loser!” She then starts laughing at you, making you furrow your eyebrows harder.

“WHAT?” You bark, dumbfounded.

“What? You think you’re the only one who can pull pranks?” She throws herself, still laughing, next to you and wraps her arms around you. “I got you big time.”

“You-Wait.” There’s a smile trying to come out from your lips, but you hold it. “I’m not grounded?”

“No!” She takes her phone out of her pocket and goes to the album. “Look at your reaction when I said you were grounded.”

“You filmed it?” You’re beyond shocked and Kara is so proud of her prank you can’t even be mad at her for it. You two watch the video together, that Lena was filming by the way, and you laugh at your reaction and the expression you make when she says ‘young lady’.

“See, I’m still young at heart.” She kisses your cheek, getting up from the bed, and you smile at her. “By the way, it’s on! I can’t wait for next year.”

“It’s so on.” You agree and you also can’t wait for the next April Fools. You know Kara really well, and this whole thing just escalated to a prank war. It’s going to get wild and awesome!

Chapter II - Horseshoe III - How To Make An Outlaw

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2

Rating: E - violence, eventual smut/NSFW

Characters/Relationships: Arthur Morgan / Reader

Chapters: 10/?

Word Count: 5.2k

Tags: slow burn, angst, violence, eventual smut

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MASTERLIST

5:27 PM

The sound of the saloon echoed around us as we drank, eyes glancing at the two men sitting on either side of me. Neither of the guys seemed to care as they knocked drinks back, chatting together as I sat back in my chair and listened, overly aware of the judgmental eyes watching us. Not only was a non-working girl sitting at the bar, but I was with men that were involved in the fight. Specifically Arthur. In their defense, they really hadn’t done anything to start that fight. Something which Arthur reminded the bartender as he ordered a bottle of whiskey for our group. 

And he was technically right, Bill had started the fight. The other guys that joined in were just following up on the initial blows from Bill and the guy he was fighting. Ride or die, I guess. 

“So you think you’ll go get him?” Lenny asked as he winced from the alcohol he sipped. 

Arthur grimaced, “if it were up to me, I’d let the bastard hang, but it ain’t up to me. This was Dutch’s call.”

“I feel like Micah doesn’t care about nobody but himself and only himself,” Lenny huffed, “well that and maybe his horse.” 

The men laughed and cheered in front of me, knocking their glasses back and slamming them down on the table. 

“Now, Emma,” Lenny turned to me and smiled, “tell me, does a lady like you know how to drink?” 

I scoffed, “a lady would never, but I never claimed to be such a thing, did I?” the corner of my mouth rose in a mischievous smirk as I glanced at Arthur who was smiling back at me. 

“I bet you can’t keep up with the likes of us,” Arthur leaned over and breathed into my ear, sending chills down my spine. 

I gulped but pulled back and looked at him square in the eyes, rising to the challenge, “oh you’re fuckin’ on cowboy,” and with that, filled my cup and took the drink in one swoop, cringing as it burned down my throat and settling into my stomach.

—

6:42 PM

The glass fell from Lenny’s hand and shattered on the floor beneath us, all three of us bursting out in laughter as if it were the funniest thing we’d ever seen. Arthur balanced one on his hand and with the sway of his body, it fell to the floor below, shattering alongside Lenny’s. 

The conversation covered just about every range of topics from Lenny’s parents and why Arthur never married Mary, to why I wasn't married and living in Boston with some rich oil man, to our horses and the people that filled the camp. It was such an easy-flowing conversation that I barely noticed when Lenny brought up what happened to my family when he asked about my mom. 

“She was young,” I finally broke our silence, the three of us sipping from our new, unbroken glasses. 

They both just listened as the story half poured out of me as if I was made of my own whiskey and emptying the bottle into someone else's glass. 

“I remember, we were on a train, buncha cowboys rode up on us and killed a whole bunch of folk in the cars in front of us. We were in the back in the private car with one of daddy's friends,” I paused and my face grew tight as I remembered the day it all happened. 

I remembered thinking my father had abandoned us all in that car, how Griffin had held me as I cried when that outlaw shoved his gun into my mother's chest and threatened her. A chill ran over my spine thinking about him, his features blurred in the haze of time passing over the memory. 

I could remember small details, how he had dark hair and wore a pocket watch like the rich men that sat with my father over brandy did. He was well put together, much more than any outlaw I’d ever imagined. I remembered the young man he had with him, how his eyes pierced into our own as he approached the man that killed my mother and told him the law was comin’. 

“I lost my mom that day, on the Southway rail back before it was Levi’s,” I downed my drink. 

Arthur nodded, his shoulder leaning into mine gently to gather my attention, “looks like we are both a product of change and society. One and the same. Orphans,” his lip came up in a small curl on one side - an attempt at relating to me. 

“Yeah, I guess we are,” I clinked my glass into his and poured us another round. 

—

8:31 PM

My eyes can't open. I'm laughing so hard as all the men in the saloon had gathered, the piano playing a lively ragtime tune. I clapped along with the beat and watched them all kick one leg out and then the other, balancing on each other's shoulders. It was the first time in a long time I’d laughed this hard. In fact, the whole evening was the first time in longer than I could remember that I’d laughed like this. 

Lenny jumps out from the line and grabs my hand, yanking me to my feet and pulling me into the line between him and Arthur. I yelp, eyes bugging from my head as I stumbled but they caught me, pulling me into the line as we all kick out of sync. It’s the best time I've had in god knows how long. 

Eventually, the music changes, something slower and more intimate and the line breaks apart, Lenny grabs the current bottle of whiskey and as he goes to hand it to us, he realized that Arthur has swept me up in his own arms, spinning me in circles. 

“Arthur…” I look up at him, my eyes worried because this seemed too intimate for public, but also I didn’t want to stop. 

“Just give me the one dance, darlin’,” his voice swayed as much as our bodies did and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lenny smirking at us as he drank straight from the brown whiskey bottle. 

—

10:87 MP?

“Lenny? L-Lenny!” I whipped my head around the saloon looking for him. 

“Len? Lenny… Lennayyyy?!” Arthur called, stumbling into the bar top and reaching for the bartender, “have you” he hiccups, “seen him?” 

“I don’t know who you’re talkin’ about friend,” the bartender said as he casually wiped down a glass. 

“Lenny!” I called again, stumbling up to Arthur, “you found him?” I sounded excited. 

“Nope. Not even,” hiccup, “not even close.” 

“I dunno where that boy would’ve run off to.”

“Let's go on a hunt!” Arthur slammed down the glass in front of him after shooting yet another glass of whiskey back. 

—

00:00 AMPM

“Whatever you do, do not go up,” hiccup “up… don’t go up.” Both of the Arthur’s I see in front of me look like they are about to tumble down the stairs as he points behind him to the rooms on the top floor. 

“Wh-why?” I stumbled into his arms as he descended the stairs. 

“Well see, they all look like Lenny, but they sure as shit ain’t Lenny! Especially the woman,” he broke out in a burst of almost violent laughter. 

“Where in the hell could that boy be?”

“Come on, let’s go look,” he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me along with him as we stumbled out the back door. A man and workin’ girl laughing saying “how nice it is to be young”. 

—

12:25 A/PM

We search, stumbling together around the back of the saloon headed in the complete opposite direction of the town, and find ourselves in a field, singing and dancing while sharing a bottle of whiskey. Eventually, we forget altogether that we were even looking for him. Our eyes adjusted to the dim evening, trees and grass blowing in the cool wind as we skipped and danced under the stars in that field. 

It had to be after midnight but even as the lights faded from the town, we could still faintly hear the party in the saloon still continuing on without us. The sound of Valentine growing quieter while the sounds of the heartlands growing louder. 

Eventually, we found a nice little spot under a tree, the grass was thick but we didn’t mind as we sipped whiskey from the bottle we passed between us. The amber fire made my belly warm and my body loose. It felt good to get out and have some fun. Something I’d never really been allowed to do in modern society when I was expected to behave like a lady. 

“Arthur, why aren’t you married? Or ever with,” hiccup, “with a woman?” I asked as I flopped down into the grass and rested my head on a soft pile of grass while I looked up at the stars. 

Arthur sat down at my side and laid back next to me, his head matching my own. He hesitated before he answered but finally told me about her. 

“I almost was as a matter of fact,” he said quietly. “Even considered askin’ her to marry me.”

I sat straight up in shock and looked down at him laying beside me, his left arm bracing under his head while his right arm reached out towards me for the whiskey bottle. 

“Well, what happened?” I asked, handing him the bottle. 

He took a long pull, “her daddy never approved of me. Hell, she never really truly approved of me either. She was some rich woman caught up in the romance of bein’ on the run. She asked me to leave this gang so many damn times and each time I thought sure, I could walk away from all this. But look at how that ended up for Hosea? And Dutch is like a father to me. He found me on the streets fendin’ for myself. I couldn’t turn my back on them.”

He smiled softly and looked up at me gawking as he spoke, “as much as I loved her, she would never love me the same way. Least not in the way I wanted her to. And I couldn’t be what she needed, I can’t change for someone like that,” he coughed as he took another sip and passed it back to me. 

“No one should ever ask you to,” I said softly as I took the bottle back out of his strong hands, his fingers brushing over mine softly. 

He just grunted, nodding as he looked up at the sky above us. The stars were so bright, so clear in the sky I could almost count each one of them. I watched his features change, the lines in his forehead becoming harder as his mind went over what was undoubtedly every conversation he’d ever had with this Mary woman. I could see the frustration, the anger playing out and I hated that she would elicit such emotion from him. He didn’t deserve to be hung up on this woman who was clearly no good for him. 

—

1:37 AM

We sat next to one another, Arthur to my left and a small tree to my right. I took a deep breath, thinking about Kieran tied up at camp, helpless and unable to fend for himself against the guys. I know Bill was absolutely giving him hell, I’d seen it with my own eyes. As for the girls, they were likely steering clear from him, not wanting to rock the recently steadied boat. It slipped out of me before I could even register what I was sayin’.

“Kieran was the one that helped me escape,” I hiccuped and took a very long drink from the bottle, not wanting to make eye contact with Arthur out of fear of what he would do. 

I pulled the drink from my lips slowly and watched him out of the corner of my eye. His eyes were trained on me, but his mouth parted, chest moving up and down with each breath. 

“He fed me and kept me alive during all that,” I paused, slightly nervous to keep talking, and looked down at the grass poking up around my legs. “I’ve been feedin’ him in camp, trying to repay him I guess. Abigail knows, but I wanted to be the one to tell you,” I cringed, thinking about how much time has passed since they first picked up Kieran. 

I couldn’t stop it once the admission came out, I just had to keep talking. “Abigail said that I should trust you with the knowledge. That if I really considered you my friend, I should tell you but I just…” I sucked in a deep breath, “I already lost everyone and didn’t want to lose you too. I didn’t want you to look at me the way Dutch does.”

There was a very long pause before he cleared his throat, lighting a cigarette that was perched between his lips, and took a long drag, inhaling the smoke and blowing it out. He looked up at the trail of smoke blowing away slowly in the gentle breeze. A chill ran over me as his eyes landed back on mine. 

“Arthur, say somethin’,” I pleaded. 

He took another drag from his cigarette and blew it out, “I know.”

“Wh… what?” I looked at him nervously. 

He laughed deep in his chest, “you ain’t as sneaky as you think you are,” he pointed his fingers holding the cigarette at me, and smiled a cocky grin. “But you should be thankful it was Uncle that said somethin’ and not someone else like John or Karen. They got loud mouths and if Dutch found out you were helpin’ an O’Driscoll?” he ticked his tongue against his teeth and looked at me again. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

“Oh I’m trouble?” I laughed, “What about you Mr ‘I’m gonna beat every man in town’,” I made a fake country accent and lowered my voice mocking him. 

“Is that what you think I sound like?” he laughed, tossing his cigarette and reaching for the bottle between us only to have me swipe it from his fingertips and lean back taking another sip.

His hands reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him and making me squeal in delight and surprise. I could feel his grip loosen but then his arm wrapped around my middle and we spilled over into the grass together, laughing and giggling like teenagers. His fingers tickled at the side of my ribs, making me thrash beneath him in uncontrolled laughter. 

“Watch out!” he hollered, “we got us a real wild mustang over here!” he laughed as I bucked my hips and tried to roll out from under him, only to be met with more torturous tickling. It was past the borderline of friendly fun and way into flirting territory but I think we were both too drunk to care anymore. 

“Arthur! Stop! I can’t breathe!!” I laughed, coughing as I struggled to breathe, “Stop it oh god!” I giggled. 

—

2:91 ?AM

“What’s going through that head of yours?” I asked, laying back down beside him. 

He grunted, “nothin’ worth talkin’ about.” His face turned towards mine, our noses barely touching and I could see his lips part slightly. His adams apple bobbed and his eyes shifted from my own to my lips. My tongue darted out and my own eyes wandered to the scruff of his beard. 

Before I knew what I was doing, my hand reached out to cup his jaw. My thumb ran over the scruff that dusted his face, tracing the small scar that parted the hair on his chin. His own hand came to my cheek and our eyes met once again, the breath between us mingling together as we soaked in one another. 

It happened so fast, his drunken lips finding mine, our teeth clashing together as our noses squished up into one another. I could taste whiskey and tobacco on his lips, his tongue pushing out to part my own, and I greedily accepted it, swallowing his breath with each lap of our tongues. They fought for dominance as his hand came to mine, pushing me back into the grass as he rolled over to hover above me. His strong thighs pushed between my legs, causing me to wrap them around his waist while one of his hands came down to my hip and gripped me with such a strength that I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. 

So this is what Arthur was like with his women. Not the controlled lover, but the dominant, unrestrained man with primal needs.

—

9:25 AM

Everything hurts. My eyes refused to open into the blinding light shining in from the window. The window…

Where was I? The last thing I could remember was looking for Lenny and then…

Oh god. 

I opened my eyes to find myself in the hotel of Valentine, partially undressed and wrapped in the comforter that lay on the bed. Arthur was nowhere to be found. 

What the fuck happened last night?

The door opened and Arthur walked in carrying a small tray of food from the saloon. It looked to be a breakfast stew of some kind, eggs, and meat and maybe some kind of gravy? My stomach lurched and I held the back of my hand to my mouth out of fear that if I didn’t block it, I would hurl all over this room. 

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Arthur looked concerned. 

I shook my head, the movement causing me to groan and lay back down, “no, just shhh,” I tried to close my eyes again. 

“I brought you some good hangover food, this’ll help,” he smiled and sat gingerly down on the side of the bed, placing the tray in front of me. 

The smell was divine, unlike anything Pearson would cook back at camp, “god I could eat an entire horse I’m so hungry,” I laughed, propping myself up slightly as I took the fork from the plate and speared a piece of sausage. 

Arthur watched me and smiled when I proved I could keep my food down, but frowned when he noticed me hesitate as my eyes searched around the room. 

“What happened last night Arthur?” I asked. 

“What do you remember?” 

“We were lookin’ for Lenny and- did we ever find him?”

“Nope, but he made his way back to camp, I found out this mornin’ that he went back earlier.”

“Oh,” was my only reply. I ate another bite and immediately my stomach rejected the food, making me turn towards the trash can and vomit into it. My head spun as I flopped back down on the bed. 

“Remind me never to drink like that again,” I groaned, flopping my arm over my eyes, “oww.” 

Arthur reached into the satchel resting on the side of the bed and dug around for a tonic, pulling the cap off and handing it to me. “Here, try this, it’ll help you feel a bit more normal,” he smiled and nudged it at my arm. 

I groan, taking the tonic in one gulp and shutter at the taste as it threatens to come back up. I manage to keep all of the contents in my stomach this time. 

“How did we get here last night? I don’t remember ever checking in here.”

“I already had the room booked when I came to bathe. I just figured, one of us was going to be too drunk to ride back to camp and we might as well have a place to stay that we didn’t have to set up camp for ourselves.” He shrugged. 

“Smart,” I said as we ate together in mostly silence, the occasional sigh or grunt coming from one of us. 

“How are you feelin’,” I asked when I realized he looked much better than I probably did. 

“Surprisingly ok, considerin’ how much we had last night.”

“You take hangovers much better than I do I guess,” I smiled and winced, making my face into more of a grimace than a smile.

“You should drink some water, it’ll help,” he handed me a small canteen from the side table next to the bed. 

I graciously took it, bringing the canteen to my lips and taking a long sip. The cool water soothed the ache in my throat almost instantly. 

“So what do we do after this?” I forked another large bite into my mouth. 

“Well,” he paused around a dry biscuit, “I guess we oughta head back to camp. We did what we were supposed to, came out and drank, even if we lost Lenny in the process,” he chuckled. 

“Right, we definitely got the drinking part down,” I laughed as we finished up our meal. 

Arthur offered to take the tray back down to give me a moment to clean myself up and get dressed. I found fresh clothes he had brought from the saddlebags on Apollo, along with a new stalker hat that I wasn’t sure was mine. The reflection of myself in the mirror, half-dressed with my red hair going in every direction possible, I groaned, realizing that Arthur had seen me look like this. With a sigh, I straightened myself out and got dressed. 

I stood in front of the mirror, my red hair now in a simple braid down my back and dressed in black everyday pants, a black collared overshirt, and my worn boots. I placed the new hat on my head and looked at myself. I didn’t look like anyone I recognized. The skinny leather band that looped around the black hat glistened from the light coming in from the window like it had been freshly oiled. 

The smile on my face grew. I looked like the person my younger self envisioned I’d be. 

I looked like an outlaw. 

He was waiting out front with the horses, nodding off slightly as he leaned against the hitching post when I emerged from the hotel. Arthur wasn’t a particularly menacing man when he was calm and quiet like this. He looked beautiful, or at least as beautiful as one could look this relaxed. 

“You sleepin’ on the job cowboy?” I called out to him, making his head shoot up and look around for me. 

“Come on, I gotta make a stop on the way,” he said as he turned away from the horses and walked up to the wooden platform that ran along with the town. 

We walked together in silence, and as we approached the last building, he stopped and turned into the gunsmith. The bell chimed as the door swung shut behind us. 

“What are you aimin’ for to-” the gunsmith looked up and his eyes narrowed, “now listen mister, I don’t want no trouble. You just state your business or be on your way.”

Arthur’s hands came up showing they were empty, “I'm just here to spend some hard-earned money, that’s all.”

I looked at him and back to the gunsmith who was now staring at me, curious about my unladylike attire, and offered him a small smile. 

“What are we doin’ here Arthur?” I whispered. 

“We are gettin’ you a gun,” he smiled, walking up to the counter and opening the catalog. 

“No, no way. I have one!” I argued, “you can’t get me a new gun Arthur, that’s expensive!” 

He ignored me and pointed towards the Schofield revolver in the case, “can I see that one?”

The gunsmith pulled it out and checked it wasn’t loaded before handing it to him. He examined the weapon, then placed it down on the counter and slid it towards me. 

“Try this one,” he instructed. 

I scoffed but picked it up in my hand. It felt heavy and a little bulky for my hands. Clearly evident that it was too big for me, he shook his head and took the gun to hand back to the gunsmith, grip first. 

“How about that cattleman right there,” he pointed to a slightly smaller gun that sat to the left in the case. 

The gunsmith grabbed it, checking again to make sure there were no bullets in it, and handed it over to us. 

Arthur did a thorough inspection, checking to see if everything looked in order before handing it over to me again. I held the cool metal in my hands, unsure what he was really looking for me to do. I looked up to him as he hummed, then he asked how much. The men negotiated the price, and within minutes, I had a brand new gun and holster with ammunition to go with it all. 

“Arthur, I can’t pay you back for all this, I can’t…”

“It’s ok. You needed a proper weapon, not a relic,” he said as he adjusted my new holster on the belt. 

“It wasn’t a relic! I mean,” I scoff, “ok maybe it was a little old but it wasn’t that bad. It still works!” I protest. 

“No more arguing, let’s get a move on before we waste the whole day,” he turns and heads back to his horse, leaving me no choice but to follow behind. 

The horses were right where we left them, but there was a tall, well-dressed man standing nearby, gently stroking Apollo’s head while he whispered what a beautiful horse he was. It was odd to see a man that was so well dressed in a town like Valentine. Maybe an investor that had taken the train in from the city. Or an oil man looking for a bank to work with. Reminds me of Blackwater a little. Seeing the odd fellow come off the ferry every now and then. 

Arthur grumbled under his breath, the agitation wafting off him in massive waves. His shoulders scrunched tighter and his face turned sour with a grimace. My eyes pulled away from the man by the horses and looked at Arthur’s frown. 

“Do you know that man?” I asked, feeling slightly queasy from what I assumed was the hangover. 

Instead of responding, Arthur just walked up behind him and cleared his throat. 

“Trelawny, what do I owe the pleasure?”

The man turned and a huge almost cartoonish smile swept over his features, “Arthur! My word you’ve grown since the last time I saw you!” he held his hands out wide. 

“That was only a few months ago, Trelawny. I’ve stopped growin’ for a while now,” his voice rang with annoyance. 

“Ahh yes, maybe in height, but not in width, dear boy!” he smiled before realizing I was standing next to Arthur, “and who is this beautiful creature? Does she have a name?” he held his hand out to take mine, to which I placed my hand gingerly. The man leaned forward and kissed the top of my knuckles, his own lips lingering for a beat too long before I replied. 

“She speaks too,” I pulled my hand back and wiped it on my shirt. 

“Oh I like this one, Mr. Morgan.” 

“Yeah, she’s a real spitfire,” Arthur rolled his eyes. “What are you doin’ here Trelawny? Thought you were off scammin’ folk outta their money out west? Or did you give up on that particular charm of yours?”

“I come with news! News of a particular friend with whom we are acquainted. A certain, Irishman, a red-headed fellow.”

“That so?” Arthur’s eyebrows perked up. “What’s the word?”

“The word is that after your escape from Blackwater, which what a mighty fine show I might say. You’ve really got those bounty hunters in a frenzy. I wish you could’ve seen the place after you all nearly cheated death! What a grand-”

“Uh-huh, yeah. Get to the point,” Arthur interrupted him. 

“Don’t be rude boy, I was getting to that. Anyways, after all that commotion you lot caused, our dear old Sean seems to have himself stuck back in Blackwater I’m afraid. The same bounty hunters that were looking for you caught him trying to flee the area.”

Arthur sighed and looked at me, a high of an eye roll for the dramatics of Trelawny. 

“Ok, and what am I supposed to do about this?” “Well, I’m gifting you this information because they are holding him until they can get the best price for him.”

“With how much that boy talks, I’m surprised they haven’t asked to pay us to take him back,” Arthur laughed, neither of us finding it funny. 

I piped in, “so where are they holding him? Do we know?” 

“Well, my dear girl, that is the million-dollar question, isn’t it. From the information I’ve gathered, they are moving him soon, further upriver to a location for transfer. It’s all set to take place three days from now,” he nodded. 

“Well, I guess I’ll go run this by Dutch and see what he makes of it. You comin’ by to share the information? Or are you just stoppin’ in town to pick up a girl or two?”

I scoff at Arthur’s abrupt rudeness. Trelawny doesn’t bat an eye. 

“I’ll be there by tomorrow, I have some business to attend to in town. Give Dutch my love,” he waves over his shoulder as he retreats towards the saloon. 

We both stood there and watched his back fade into the swinging doors of the Valentine saloon before I turned to watch Arthur gear up to get on the road. It was safe to say that that man, Trelawny, put Arthur in a sour mood. Even more so than the hangover did. He’s silent, not wanting to discuss things any further and I don’t push him. If I were being honest, my headache alone was enough to throw me off balance. I didn’t need Arthur’s annoyance taken out on me instead. 

We both mounted our horses, me a little more slowly than Arthur did, but were soon headed off towards Horseshoe. Neither of us spurs our horses into anything faster than a trot, their hooves sloshing in the mud before hitting dry grass. It’s a quiet ride, for the most part, our bodies feeling like we could fall off our horse at any moment in time. It’s not until we slow to a walk that I let my mind do any real thinking. 

He hasn’t asked what I remember, nor has he offered what he remembers either. And if he asked, I’m not even sure what I’d say. That I remember it all? All the way up until the walk back to Valentine? When he had to carry me halfway because I was genuinely going to blackout? Or maybe before that, when we were still in the saloon. Do I just skip every detail, every conversation we had? At what point do I stop remembering the way his lips felt on mine? 

Lost in thought, I don’t even realize that my fingers have come up to touch my own lips, savoring the memory of the way he tasted. Of how he took control and devastated me at the same time. Do I choose to remember that he pulled away from me like I was made of hot coals, explaining how he couldn’t do this, not with someone like me? 

It hurt then and it hurts now to remember it. Maybe I’ll have to file that one away in the “do not open again under any circumstances” folder. Right along with the memory of my family.

I BROWSED THROUGH THE TMI TAG AND THANK GOD I DID BECAUSE I’VE BEEN HAVING A SHITTY WEEK. I LITERALLY got yelled at by my aunt, but honestly? Fucking worth it. Anyways! In return, I will not only share one, but FOUR (like those fucking shampoo-conditioner-bodywash combo bottle things, whatever the fuck they’re called) stories to share.

So the first one: I remember the first time I “rubbed the bean”. It was in middle school, and I AUTOMATICALLY told my ex-friend who had her first time not too long ago. Then, my mom calls me over, and then I remember her telling me she can see my messages, so I remember just SPAMMING my friend with messages full of nonsense. I told her I got hacked the next day. 😭

Second one: One time (I think in 9th grade?), I was having this nice ass wet dream. When I thought I came, it turns out I PISSED on my bed. I lied to my mom, saying I didn’t know if I was awake or not, which technically isn’t a lie— BUT STILL.

Third one: The time my mom walked in, and I told her I was just “scratching off an itch”. Years later, she told me that was the funniest way anyone could say “I’m not rubbing the bean!” when it was obvious as to what was happening.

Fourth and final one: This one doesn’t revolve me, but it revolves around my mom and my mama (my abuelita/grandma). So, they were trying to find something home-related (I think they were trying to find decorations? This also happened in middle school— MIDDLE SCHOOL WAS A WHOLE ASS ROLLERCOASTER FOR ME, HAVE YOU NOTICED??? Anyways, so my mama sees Adam & Eve, and for some reason, she thought it was like Home Depot or whatever home-related store it was. Well, mom goes on the website, and come to find out the first thing she sees is a cock ring.

Thanks for making me laugh! Also, your writing is absolutely delicious. Call me 🍒 anon!

Wow, the content you have shared with us on the blog today. I sort of have a similar story like the third one, I was just doing my business and had the covers over me and my sister suddenly bursts in and starts nagging me for drinking her soda without asking. Like yes, it was my fault, but can't you bitches knock.

And one time i found my mother's dildo...she never used it and she ordered it from wish...my dumbass 16 year old brain tried to use it and figured out the tight coochie disorder bc i def hurt a lot when i tried to shove it in lol

OH AND LEMME TELL YOU THIS- I was in Japan for a summer vacation and I went to Akihabara, there was a tall building where one of the higher floors had costumes. I thought it was a cosplay store, so I walk in while wheeling my grandmother on her wheelchair in and...It's a sex store...Just a full porno of a woman sucking a dude off playing on a TV and a wall of hitachi vibrators on display...I yeeted out of there so quick and my uncle had to wheel my grandmother out-

a little birdie told me pt. 10

Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader

Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, mentions of forced marriage, mentions of alcohol abuse

Word Count: 1.8k

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Y/N was in the kitchen when she heard someone return home. She had been sitting at the kitchen island, staring down at a glass of whiskey. She had poured it to settle her nerves, but had yet to pick it up. Pepper walked in and immediately could tell that something was bothering her daughter. She saw the glass and slowly slid it out of Y/N’s hands, “What’s wrong? I thought last night was a success. Did something happen?” The younger woman nodded and refused to meet Pepper’s eyes. It didn’t take much for the intuitive woman to guess what was ailing her daughter. She nodded, “You finally realized you are in love with Steve.”

“I didn’t mean to be,” Y/N wailed as she slammed her forehead onto the island, “ow.”

“Why is this such a bad thing?”

“Because the last person I was with was a terrible person,” Birdie grumbled, “I had every intention of staying single forever to avoid feeling like shit every again.”

“Honey, that’s insane. Anyone with eyes can see that Steve is disgustingly in love with you and would move mountains to make you happy.”

“It’s just so soon. Too soon.”

“There’s no timeline for this kind of thing. When you know, you know.” Pepper laughed to herself, “The funniest thing is that when I confronted your father about the arranged marriage, he told me that the plan was for you and Steve to get married.”

Y/N shot her head up and nearly toppled off the stool, “What? He picked Steve for me? I—I have to go.”

Y/N was trying to keep her head on straight as she walked into George’s office. The entire drive over, she had tried to calm down and approach this with some levelheadedness. Before she could even sit down across from the desk, that plan was thrown our the window, “I need answers and I don’t think Dad will tell me everything. Why were you going to marry me off to Steve?”

George sighed and leaned forward, “First of all, I’ve told your father that you should’ve been told about all of this. The truth of the matter is that we needed stability in the families and this was a way to bring us together. HYDRA had started gaining power and your marriage was a way to secure some balance and open up channels that had previously been closed off to us. Also, we had seen the two of you together. You got on well. Why the sudden interest?”

“I don’t know if I can stay here. Apparently, everyone has decided I’m Jamie’s mom. No kid deserves to be stuck with me as their mother.”

He leaned back in his chair, “He really did a number on you.”

Y/N felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs but she tried to play dumb, waiting to see how much he knew, “Who?”

“You think I don’t know things, Birdie? I’ve got your medical records from your hospital visit. I know that your hospital visit wasn’t a one time thing. I know about the miscarriage. I may not know his name, but I will soon.”

“Ho—how?

“I'm a Barnes. A third of the group that runs New York. You think I can’t get information?”

“Have you told anyone?” They both knew who Y/N was truly worried about.

“I haven’t told Steve or Tony. You should though. I highly doubt they would be mad at you for anything,” his voice softened, “You were abused, Birdie. Nothing that he did to you is your fault.”

Her nails were digging into her palm, trying to focus on anything else, “I let him kick me in the stomach. I didn’t even try to stop him. What kind of fucked up, evil person does that?”

“You’re not evil. You’re hurting and have been for a while. I don’t think running will solve anything for you. Are you truly capable of leaving Jamie behind? Your family? Can you leave Steve when you love him?”

Y/N looked at her godfather, “I don’t love Steve.”

He laughed, “You used to be better at lying. He has always brought you back down to earth. I thought a match between the two of you would settle you down. Steve even agreed to it, but he stipulated that you had to go to college first and that you had to agree. He couldn’t force it on you.”

Y/N couldn’t believe it. She thought that he had just been hiding the marriage from her. Never had she considered that he knew he was her future husband, “He knew the whole time? Why would he want to marry me?”

“Of course, he knew. God knows why, because you were insane, and still are. He was ready to marry you. Clearly he thought you could make each other happy.”

“He didn’t tell me he knew it was him the whole time. I just thought he knew you were marrying me off.”

“Seems he wanted a chance to romance you all on his own, but you were gone before he got the chance.”

“This is so much information,” Y/N rubbed her temples.

George poured himself a drink, “I was like you for a really long time. I fought with my father every time I saw him, and I spent most of my teens and twenties drunk and alone. It’s a sad, lonely life that you have an opportunity to avoid. Take a chance, make mistakes. It’ll be worth it.”

Y/N sat there for a minute, trying to absorb all of the information that had been thrown at her. The office door burst open and Tony came in, “Good, your mother said you’d be here. I need you to do something.” Y/N’s nerves immediately felt like they were on fire. The moment her father had that look on his face, it was a problem, “There is a deal coming up and we need to present a united front. With the rumours swirling since your return, we’ve discussed and think the best move is for you to marry Steve.” 

“Tony—,” George tried to warn him that it wasn’t the time. The whole office was frozen as she absorbed the information. 

The laugh that broke the spell was harsh when Y/N realized he wasn’t kidding, “Oh my god. OH MY GOD! That talk about not wasting my life was just a load of crap.” She whirled around to Tony, “You will never learn, will you? I am not some piece of property that you can trade!”

Her father tried to walk closer but she stopped him. He continued anyway, “What is your objection to Steve, exactly? He’s a good man...mostly. We thought he'd be a good match for you three years ago and you are even closer now.”

Y/N started to walk towards the door but she turned, “I knew about your plans for me then. It’s part of the reason I left. You move people around like pawns and don’t seem to know or care that your choices affect us. All I’ve ever wanted is a say in my life and every fucking time I think maybe it’ll be different, you manage to prove me wrong. So congratulations, you continue to fuck it up.” She stared unblinkingly at Tony, “I think it goes without saying that I’ll be taking you up on your offer.” 

Y/N walked down into the Ivory bar on a mission. She found her brother in his usual booth with the group. She marched up to the table, “Evening, gentlemen.” They all nodded at her before she turned her attention to Steve. She planted her hands on the table, “Look here, Rogers, you can just move on to the next girl and stop wasting my time and yours. Do me a favor and lose my number. I’ll never marry you.” 

She didn’t look back as the men watched her through the window. She swung her leg over her bike and shot off. No one said a word and instead turned to look at Tony and George who had come down after her.

After she had left, Y/N pulled off near Central Park and parked. She wandered for hours until she bumped into someone. She had felt the weight of someone’s gaze for a while. Spinning around, she expected to see a familiar guard and was ready to tell them off. Instead of one of Tony’s men, it was the person who haunted her nightmares. “Better watch where you’re going, darling.” The voice made her blood run cold. Y/N was looking into the eyes of Brock Rumlow, the devil himself.

She stumbled back, trying to put some distance between them, “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you. You think I’d just let you leave?” Brock grabbed her arm and jammed a finger into her stomach, “You’ve got my kid in there.”

She laughed in his face, “No, I don’t.” He gritted his teeth and tightened his on her arm. Y/N knew that she was going to have bruises later. 

“You killed our baby?” she shook her head, but Brock was blinded by rage. He shook her, “Don’t lie to me, you traitorous whore.”

“You beat me so badly that night that I lost the baby. There is no one to blame but you. And now, you have no claim over me.” Y/N wrenched her arm away, “You lose.”

“That’s where you are wrong, darling. What would Daddy Stark think of you running away to be with me? A member of HYDRA? Would they keep you if they knew the truth? You really would be a traitorous whore in everyone’s eyes.”

Y/N thought she was going to be sick. Brock was a member of HYDRA? She couldn’t believe she hadn’t known. This was so much worse than she could have imagined. “Stay away from me.” She turned and walked away.

He called after her, “I’ll be seeing you, baby!” The moment she rounded the corner, she took off in a run. Y/N’s thoughts flying as fast as she was down the streets. Once she was a block away, she cut off into an alley. She needed a moment to get her plan organized. As much as it pained her to admit it, Brock was probably right. If everyone knew the details about his connection to HYDRA, at minimum, she’d be exiled and never be able to see her family again. At worse, she’d be dead… a traitor to the Three Families. Y/N knew that there was only one thing she could do to make her position more secure and she hated it more than anything: she needed to marry Steve Rogers.

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Jahmil French (July 29, 1991 – March 1, 2021)

We worked together on Soundtrack, and every single time you entered the room we all felt it get brighter. You were shiny, magnetic and so so kind. RIP and fly with the angels Jah. – JENNA DEWAN Really hate that this is real. @JahmilFrench you will be missed my friend. Thank you for your talents that pushed me, your energy that kept our little family on @soundtracknetflix glued together. I’m happy I was able to get to know you. Our work together def made an impact on me & You and your Mom felt like family back home. Today and everyday we will remember you and continue to be inspired to live and be great for you. Rest In Peace Jah. – CHRISTINA MILLIAN Honestly been at a loss for words since I heard the news. This doesn’t feel real. Jahmil, was one of the most talented actors I’ve ever worked with. One of the funniest kindest people I ever met. The life of the party, every room he would walk into he would always be dancing and making people laugh and smile. Too many good memories. Thank you Jahmil. Rest In Peace King. – AJ SAUDIN Heartbroken over the loss of our friend Jahmil French. We started on Degrassi the same year and I’ll never forget the day I met him. Jahmil was so full of energy and absolute joy to be around. The video on the last slide is how I always think of him, always dancing. He was such a special person and I’m so grateful for the memories we made. I still can’t believe it. Gone way too soon. He will be so missed by us all. – ANNIE CLARK My heart is so heavy.. Truly one of a kind. Rest In Peace. – CRISTINE PROSPERI I’m sick with the news of Jahmil’s passing. He performed Dave with such sensitivity and thoughtfulness and could make me laugh so easily. It was a pleasure to work with him and he will be missed. This is a real loss. Rest In Peace. – STEFAN BROGREN Jahmil had such talent and charisma that it would have been intimidating were he not also a real gentleman. He would show up to my house-parties with a crew of dancers and they would elevate the mood immediately. When life got messy he would handle himself with grace and levity. He was precocious. And his love for music (and dance) was contagious. He showed me Section 80 by Kendrick Lamar, made me appreciate Drake’s Houston sound… Wish I’d gotten the chance to catch up with him one more time, hear where his mind/dreams were at. – SAM EARLE Jahmil, your talents and energy will never be forgotten. One of the best smiles with the most beautiful soul. Jahmil, you will always be such a bright light in this world. – SARAH FISHER This one really hurts. Jahmil French was a truly kind soul and one of the most talented actors around. He inspired me with his confidence and support from the first day we met and will continue to do so forever. Thank you for everything you gave to this world through both your art and your humanity. Rest In Peace my friend. – CRAIG ARNOLD Much love to the entire Degrassi family on this difficult day. It was a complete honour to write for and work with Jahmil, an incredible actor and talent gone way too soon. – RAMONA BARCKERT An extraordinary talent and a bright light on and off screen. Rest in peace, Jahmil. – MICHAEL GRASSI So sad to hear about the passing of Degrassi cast-member Jahmil French. An endlessly talented & charming performer who was always fun to write for. Last time I saw him, he was nominated for a CSA for his work in the movie Boost and I was certain he was only getting started. RIP. – MATT HUETHER Jahmil was always such a kind person. My heart is heavy for him and his family. Thanks for all the good memories Jahmil, you really had an impact. I’ll cherish all the fun we had dancing at basement parties all those years ago. Still in shock. Jahmil will be missed. He was an integral part of the Degrassi family and certainly a huge part of my degrassi days. He always wanted to make people laugh and smile, a true joy to be around. Rest in Peace. – CHLOE ROSE Rest easy, my friend. Your talent, kindness and shining bright light will never be forgotten. – JESSICA TYLER Wanted to pay my respects to an incredibly kind, funny, and talented individual; Jahmil French. One of the first people I met on Degrassi, he immediately made me feel welcome. He disarmed you with a smile and his confidence and energy was infectious. You’ll be missed, brother. – DYLAN EVERETT Jahmil was one of the most gifted and effortless performers I’ve ever met. His vibrant personality lit up the room. Rest easy my friend. – MUNRO CHAMBERS I am heartbroken to hear about the loss of Jahmil. Jahmil was an extraordinary talent and a bright light on and off the screen. He was a joy to work with on Degrassi: The Next Generation. He brought an authenticity and burst of life to every scene he was in and infused his character ‘Dave’ with an airy lightness. Off screen Jahmil would always make me smile. He will be deeply missed. – LINDA SCHUYLER My heart goes out to the entire Degrassi community., but particularly of course to those who were closest with Jahmil. We have lost one of our own. Jahmil was kind, intelligent, extremely talented, and just a wonderful person. He was also of course an incredible dancer, and since I am the exact opposite we had a running joke that I had taught him all his dance moves. When I would completely ineptly do the Moonwalk, Jahmil would cheer me on, while everyone else would beg me to stop! RIP Jahmil French, your soul and presence are sorely missed. – STEPHEN STOHN A sad day for the Degrassi family. With a heavy heart I thank you for all the times you made me laugh, taught me dance moves, and gave me confidence as Adam. Thinking of all the memories we shared on and off of set. - JORDAN TODOSEY Thinking of Jahmil French & the entire Degrassi family today click here for the full post - LYLE LETTAU This one hurts me deeply. When I found out yesterday I refused to believe it! I wouldn’t except it and to be honest I still don’t quite believe it’s real. I love you and the energy between us was always genuine. Working with you was always a blast and you were always the coolest man in the room. Till we meet again my friend. – CORY LEE Terribly sad to hear about Jahmil’s passing. Whether I was his scene partner, or just a viewer, I was in awe of his sheer talent. A room was brighter because he was in it. A true performer, a great guy and a huge loss. #RestInPeace – JUSTIN KELLY I’m so shocked and saddened to hear this news about Jahmil. Jahmil was and is such a kind, fun loving, hilarious, full of life, hard working and professional person. He was my first real scene partner on a series I got to be a series regular on. I remember the day my agent sent me the casting for Degrassi. It said I would be playing Dave Turners love interest. So the first thing I did was pull up the good ol IMDB machine and find out who Jahmil French was. The same day as my audition a few mere hours later I got the call that the role was mine (pretty rare in this industry) I went in to do my fitting and thats when I met Jahmil, Spencer and AJ for the first time as they played an iconic trio on the show. They were all super friendly and nice to me and made me feel very welcomed to be joining the cast. I was nervous and 15 at the time. Jahmil was the integral glue that held the circle together and its would lead to an amazing friendship that I got to have with Spencer. I had only been slated to do 3 episodes on the show but I believe it was the on screen chemistry Jahmil and I had that lead me to stick around for longer. Jahmil always had a smile on his face. I would come in at 5am for our call to do prep and be so tired, but there he was hanging out in the green room dancing so full of energy and life. Jahmil LOVED dancing and he was really good at it too. And I’d ask him “How do you even have this much energy this early LOL” and he’d just laugh and smile. Any time we went down to block he’d be word perfect on his lines, hit every mark and bring such an amazing professionalism to the set it was mesmerizing to watch. He played every scene with a new beat that always kept it interesting and fresh. Jahmil was and still is such a kind hearted dedicated person who eventually really went on to flourish in his career and he will be deeply missed. Heaven really gained a new angel today, Rest In Peace and say hey to all the other pals up there. Spencer and I will pour one out for you - ALEXX BENOIT Rest in peace my guy. An amazingly talented actor who had such a presence on and off screen. – DEMETRIUS JOYETTE Jahmil was such a wonderful person to be around. so funny, so charismatic, so talented. and my god he loved his work. I’m devasted. Sending my love to his friends and family. In a year full of grief, it’s hard to comprehend how there can be room for more. And yet. Jahmil French was an incredible person, so full of talent and passion for his work. He lit up a room with his energy and dance moves. An easy smile and a natural charisma. He will be so missed. My heart is broken. I feel strange, announcing these things I wish I had told him more often. Reached out more often. The regret is acute. He deserved his flowers when he was here. I hope he knew how much love & admiration there was for him in this world. – AISLINN PAUL One of the most talented, kind hearted, funny spirits I’ve had the pleasure of building a friendship with. Jahmil is an icon. My love for him runs deep. Jahmil you will always hold such a special place in my heart. Thank you for being one of the most talented, compassionate, kindest, funniest friends I have. You were so loved. I’ll miss our dance offs. #Bhandurner forever. Jah literally won the title of most competitive goofball. What joy he brought to my life and to so many. So grateful for memories and deep convos with you, beautiful angel. Blessed that we got to be part of a big dysfunctional family together. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world. I just hope you knew how loved you were. I learnt so much working with this talented dedicated soul. Please send a prayer for his soul to go directly toward the light. – MELINDA SHANKAR Such a beautiful soul & a light to everyone around him. Rest in Paradise Jahmil. – JOELLE FARROW This moment will live in my mind forever. A beautiful soul, thank you for the years of memories and laughter. You’re a light my brother and I’m so happy we got to experience this crazy life together. I’ll always remember you dancing down the halls of the green room. Rest In Peace. – LUKE BILYK I’m devasted. My man, I swear I was just thinking about you not even a few days ago when I was making my new demo reel, watching all the old Degrassi episodes. So talented. So unbelievably wise beyond your years. You made one of the best times of my life even better. I’m so crushed. I should have called you. I dont deserve to miss you as much as I do now. I would always say my favourite actor on the show was Mr. Jahmil French. I would always watch his parts when going thru Degrassi material to either study my tech or to cut demos or whatever else. Not 4 days ago was I daydreaming about making some kind of new production with all of those talented people. My hearts broken. – DANIEL KELLY Jahmil was always the brightest light in the room. Smiling, dancing and making all of us laugh till we cried. Rest In Peace you beautiful soul. You will be missed… - ALICIA JOSIPOVIC This is absolutely heartbreaking. While I never worked directly with Jahmil on Degrassi, our paths did cross a few times. All you needed was 5 minutes with him to realize what a beautiful, talented, bright soul he was. My sincerest condolences to his family and loved onces. Rest In Peace Jahmil French. – ANA GOLJA Shocked & saddened to hear of Jahmil’s passing. Loss of such a talented and bright soul. Rest in Power cuz, I’ll pour one out for you, am so wishing this was a dream. – JAJUBE MANDIELA I join thousands of people around the world thinking about Jahmil today. A beautiful, joyful person to be on set with, truly intimidating on the dance floor, an all-around wonderful person to have known, gone just way, way too soon. Sending love to everyone who loved him. Jahmil, I hope you feel it too. – CHARLOTTE ARNOLD I didn’t know Jahmil very well, but in the few times we met, he was so explosively kind, charismatic and truly interested and invested in every interaction. I immediately felt accepted and got a sense of the deep compassion that so many others had expressed was within him. The impression I had always stuck with me and from all I have heard he was such a beautiful and loving person, the special kind that makes everything a little lighter. Thank you to everyone who has been sharing stories of their time with him. Sending love to Jahmil and all of you. – ERIC OSBORNE Jahmil was such a special human. A long-time acting student of mine, & my mentee. He was fearless and brilliant in his pursuit, and I’m so sad we won’t get to see more of his gift. I’m so grateful to have crossed paths with him, and I wish him eternal peace. – SALVATORE ANTONIO So sad to hear of Jahmil’s passing. He was so kind and so funny. I’m glad I had the chance to know him. You will be missed. Rest in Power Jahmil. Gone too soon. Will never be forgotten. – TAYSHA FULLER Even though I only worked with Jahmil for a little while he made a truly lasting impression. I remember when I first came back to set as Tori and I was incredibly nervous those first few weeks, but Jahmil was so welcoming and treated me and the other new cast members like we’d been a part of the cast the whole time. If he gave you a compliment or even said something as simple as “it’s so good to see you” you knew he genuinely meant it. It seems like a small thing but it’s hard to find that kind of authentic honesty in most people. He was an incredibly talented actor and always such a positive energy on set, and I’ll remember him for all those vibrant moments. Rest In Peace. – ALEXA STEELE This smile. This spark. This spirit. Jah I am missing you from this earthly plane we all love you. – MEGAN FERGUSON there never seems to be enough time… I don’t know if words can describe someone like Jah. He really was too special for this world. A true artist to his soul. I was lucky to call him my friend. Rest in Peace and Power Angel. you will be so dearly missed. – PAUL JAMES I guess I thought if I refrained from making a post, it would ease some of the pain.. but the more hours that pass, the more it sets in heavier. JAH. Mi familia. My brother. I am crushed. I have believed in you since the moment we met, and it makes me smile to know the feeling was 100% reciprocated. The purest soul. Always himself no matter WHERE he went. It takes courage to be that way you know? To have that strength. From Antigone to degrassi, to LA to NY you had EVERYTHING in you to shine. All the power, all the talent, all the intelligence the drive, the fearlessness. Your smile made me smile. Sweeterman jah, I miss you so much already. – SHANICE BANTON Dance on, old friend -through the clouds. I will see you on the other side. click here for the full post – SHANNON KOOK

A First Time for Everything

Pairing: Marcus Pike x gn!reader Word count: 1,565 Rating: G Ratings: None, just some super soft and awkward Marcus Summary: A visit to Marcus’ parents reveals an interesting fact about Marcus. 

A/N: This little oneshot/drabble is inspired by this post from @mrpascals​. I would like to thank my lovely beta reader @yespolkadotkitty​ for reviewing this for me. Go check her out if you have time, her work is amazing. First attempt at a gender neutral reader! 

Masterlist  |  Ao3

"Babe! C'mon, we're going to be late for our flight!" You flip through the papers in your hands, making sure that all tickets were accounted for. "Your mom will never let us hear the end of it if we're late!" You loved Mrs. Pike, you really did, but that woman could put the fear of every god in existence into you. 

"Coming, coming!" Marcus stumbles his way down the stairs, hair a mess, drawing a giggle from your lips. 

"How you make it anywhere on time is still a mystery to me." 

Marcus just grins, leaning in to peck your cheek before grabbing the keys and one of the carry-ons. "It's all organized chaos, I promise. Everything has a plan." His wink makes your heart flutter the same as it did the day you first laid eyes on him. 

"Well, Mr. Organized Chaos, we're gonna be late if you don't get your happy butt out in that taxi." You pat his backside and a gentle blush rises in his cheeks as he makes his way out the door, waiting for you before locking up. 

The flight to your in-law's house was uneventful, for which you were thankful. Flights never sat well with you, and even with Marcus there, rubbing soothing circles across your knuckles, you couldn't help the anxiety that bubbled up as soon as the wheels lifted off the runway. 

The sight of Marcus' parents waiting for you at the exit to the security checkpoint helps to soothe that last bit of anxiety that Marcus' comforting words weren't able to fully quell. 

"Hello, you lovebirds!" Mama Pike cries as she grabs you both, pulling you into one of her trademark hugs, something that Marcus definitely inherited from her. You return the lovely woman's hug before turning to your father-in-law, embracing him gently. 

As you pull away, he rests a strong hand on your shoulder. "We've been so excited, just waiting for you to get here! I've hardly slept the past few days!" Mama Pike laughs, wrapping her arms around one of Marcus'. "We couldn't wait for you to arrive. How was your flight? Was everything good? What have you two been up to lately?" 

"Now Mother, these two kids just got off the plane, give them a moment to collect themselves." Mr. Pike smiles endearingly at his wife, who sputters out an apology as she blushes. "We got a room all set up for you two kids. Marcus' old room." Marcus' eyes go wide as he stares at his dad. 

"M-My room? N-not the g-guest room?" His nervous stutter is always so endearing. 

"We’ve turned the guest room into a quilting room," Mama Pike pipes up. 

"Looks like a craft store exploded in there," her husband quips back, grinning as his wife smacks his arm. 

"Thank you both so much for setting everything up for us. It's very kind of you both." You smile up at Mr. Pike as he affectionately squeezes your shoulder before you look at Mama Pike with the same affectionate gaze. 

"My dear, it was no problem at all! We're so happy to have you both home!" She reaches over to pat your cheek affectionately. 

"Mama Pike, you're the sweetest woman alive." 

And so the pleasant conversation continues as the four of you make your way home, Marcus blushing at the suggestive comments from your mother-in-law that had you bursting at the seams.  "And that reminds me of that time we were visiting his Uncle Eddie at the lake when he was four!" 

"Oooookay mom that's enough! We're both really tired from the flight, so we're going to go and rest, okay?" Marcus squeezes your hand as he tries desperately to end story time with his mom.  The higher than normal pitch in his voice causes you to giggle softly. Embarrassed chocolate eyes look your way before he looks to his dad, pleading silently.  

"We should let the love birds rest, Mother." Mr. Pike drapes his arm over his wife's shoulder and she looks up at him, confused as he starts to lead her away, Marcus doing the same to you. 

"Don't forget to ask me about when he was four!" Mama Pike calls back over her shoulder and you laugh, nodding as Marcus pulls you into his room, shutting the door behind you both. Once the two of you are safely behind the closed door, granting you a little bit of privacy, Marcus pulls you up against him and drops his head to the juncture connecting your neck and shoulder with a groan. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you as your fingers rub soothing lines over his back. 

"I absolutely adore your parents, Marcus. Your mother is the funniest woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." 

He chuckles against your neck before leaving a gentle kiss, raising his head to smile down at you with those gentle brown eyes that you love so much. “She's crazy. Absolutely crazy." 

"Well, yes, but that's why I love her!" You grin, tilting your head up to kiss him gently before pulling back. You cup his cheek with a smile, letting your fingers linger on his skin as you move past to go put your clothes away. The bed squeaks behind you and you turn to see Marcus taking a seat on his bed, leaning back against the wall as he watches you. 

"You know..." he starts off, and you can hear the hesitation in his voice. "I've never had anyone in my room like this before..." 

You close the dresser and turn around, resting your hands on your hips. "What, like, someone you were dating? Really?" He shakes his head and you scoff, making your way over to the bed. "I find that incredibly hard to believe, babe." He reaches out, grabbing your hips to pull you on to the bed with him, and you straddle him, sitting in his lap with your legs around his waist. Your hands rest on his chest and you relish in the feeling of his heartbeat under your palm. 

"I'm serious. I wasn't really popular in highschool. Not many friends, and definitely no significant others." His thumbs rub along your hips, a pout growing on his lips. You purse your lips in thought, head tilted as he watches you with that rich, loving gaze. 

"I think I would have liked to know high school Marcus. I'm sure you were the most adorable high schooler." The tips of his ears turn pink and he shakes his head vehemently. 

"You wouldn't have given me even a passing glance if you had known me then. I was one of those kids who just sorta faded into the wall." 

You feel your heart clench at how...downtrodden he sounds. This certainly wouldn't do. A thought crosses your mind, and a devious smile splits your lips. "Well...then I guess you've never had a secret makeout session in your bedroom before, hm?" 

Marcus' eyebrows shoot up and his cheeks flush as he tries to stammer out an answer.  "N-No I can't s-say that I h-have." He stutters whenever he gets really flustered and it never ceases to make your heart flutter. It’s always the most adorable thing you’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing and it only works to widen your smile. 

"I can fix that." Cupping his cheeks gently, you bring your lips to his in a gentle kiss. His hands still on your hips as his eyes slip closed, leaning into the kiss. It starts off gentle, nervous as you let Marcus lead the kiss. You drop your hands from his face, electing to drape your arms around his neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss as your lips move languidly against his. It never ceased to amaze you just how soft his lips were, and you continuously found yourself getting lost in his kisses. Cautiously, he nibbles at your bottom lip and you sigh, opening your lips to him, a delicate moan bubbling in your throat as he licks into your mouth. His hands move to your back as he holds you closer to him, pressing your body against his own as he tries to get as close to you as humanly possible. Your hands thread themselves into his hair, tugging gently and he groans against you before pulling back, shoulders rising and falling with deep breaths. The flush that paints his cheeks brings a heat to your own as you let go of his hair to trace your fingers lightly over his jaw. 

"There's a first time for everything, I guess," he murmurs breathlessly, looking up at you with shining eyes and that gentle smile that is so uniquely Marcus. You can't help yourself as you lean back in, pressing your lips back to his in a hungry kiss, relishing in the moan you succeed in drawing from him. 

"I love you so damn much," you whisper between kisses and his grip tightens around you as he shifts, laying you down on the bed. 

He smiles down at you, bringing his own hand to cup your face as he stares down at you adoringly.  "I love you too." And so the talking ends as the two of you drink each other in, making ample use of your 'time to rest.' 

You would need to remember to thank Mr. Pike.

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