#but fuck it its Friday morning I just have today to get through and then I can come home again
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Jesus that mining post found its audience didnt it
#I was extremely sleep deprived when I wrote that#fun fact: the very first day I was ever in England I went for a walk alone along the cliffs#and fell into an overgrown and disused mine shaft#broke my toe#got lost#had a blast tbh#mind you the footpath was 2ft wide with a sheer drop to one side#im still sleep deprived#but fuck it its Friday morning I just have today to get through and then I can come home again
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I KNOW YOURE CLEANING OUT YOUR INBOX BUT I WAS THINKING AFTER THE TRIPLETS NEW VID TODAY
SLS where reader and chris are the only two who dont test positive for covid, so they have to hunker down in chris’ room together. except, her and chris arent as close as her and nick and her and matt, so they disagree and argue a bit before they make up and bond <33
Covid
Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets
Warnings: Sick, language, fighting, etc.
SLS/N's POV
Nick got covid right after last week's Friday video, then passed it on to Matt, so they both have to quarantine by themselves. Chris and I were still standing though, but now we had to quarantine together in his room, in the hope of avoiding the sickness.
"Hey, guys. As you know Nick got covid and now Matt has it now. So I'm stuck with this goofball until they all feel better," Chris said to the vlog.
I rolled my eyes and stuck my AirPods in my ears, not wanting to put up with his shit at the moment.
Chris and I aren't as close as I am with Matt and Nick. I'm not sure why though, I guess I just drift to people who aren't annoying little grimlins every time you try and talk to them.
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It was finally dark outside and it was time for bed. after a day of hearing Chris talk and talk and talk into a camera has made my head began to throb.
But I wasn't going to bed anytime soon.
Chris was playing fortnight with Matt right now, and being extremely loud while doing it, banging on the table and screaming our strings of cuss words.
I walk over to his closet, yawning, pulling out one of his fresh Love hoodies and throwing it on, leaving the hood on. I snuggle under Chris's covers, getting warm, and being so tired that I fell fast asleep in the middle of my brothers bed, even with him screaming in the background.
Chris's POV
"Alright man, I'm tired as fuck. I'm signing off." I heard Matt say through my headset. I told him I loved him, then turned off my PC.
After throwing on some sweats and a sleep shirt, I walk over to my bed, ready to crash.
But I stop once I see SLS/N laying in the middle, snuggled up in one of my hoodies that was too big for her.
I couldn't help but thinking how adorable she looked, snapping a picture then sending it to Matt and Nick.
I eventually came to the conclusion that I was just gonna lift her really fast. I snaked my arms up under her and picked her up bridal style before laying down with her in my lap.
As I pulled the blankets up, I hear her mumble something incoherent in her sleep, snuggling close into my chest. I wrap my arms around her, drifting to sleep myself.
SLS/N's POV
I woke up this morning to the pounding headache that hadn't gone away over night like I hoped. I opened my back pack full of things I brought from my room and pulled out my emergency bottle of Tylenol, I climbed back into bed, popping two in my mouth.
Chris was still asleep, but I really wanted to snuggle up into his warmth like last night. I don't know why, but it felt so good getting cuddles from him. Probably because we don't hang out enough for me to ever get some on the regular.
I ever so gently lifted his arm, crawling under it before letting it go. I felt him stir as his hand hit the mattress and look up just in time to see him blink the sleep from his eyes.
"Sorry, I didn't mean too wake you up." I mumbled, kind of embarrassed.
"Its fine, I promise. Are you okay?" He asked, probably seeing the squint my face was making due to the throbbing in my head.
I shrugged and told him my head still hurt like a bitch.
"Well why don't you do your covid test then hop in the shower while you wait, The hot water will probably help your head." He said, reaching over to his night stand to grab a new test.
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I hop out of the shower and change into some sweats and one of Chris's big t-shirts, then immediately go and check my test.
I reads negative, as does the one next to it which I assume is Chris's. I sigh in relief, not wanting to get sick at all.
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I walk into Chris’s bedroom to see him scrolling on his phone in his bed.
l’m surprised when I see him put his phone down and open his arms for a cuddle. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his torso, the awkwardness only lasting half a second.
“hey sissy?” I hear him mumble quietly into my hair.
I hum in response. He clears his throat thickly and I can hear the emotion in his throat.
“I just wanted to say that I’m glad we got to spend this time with you. I love you so so much and that will never change.”
I look up to see a tear fall from his eye, but he quickly whipes it away. I feel my own tears coming and I snuggle up close into his chest.
“That was cringey.” I say, laughing out a sob. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tight.
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Golden Boy
part three of three
warnings; filth, angst, lover boy, self deprecation, anxiety, mentions of death, smut, heartbreak, fluff, face fucking, oral (m recieving), piv (wrap it yall), 18+, explicit language, Richie, carmen being in love, the nickname bear, some very not so slef inserted heartbreak and love confessions
w/c: 6k
a/n: this request really changed from a drabble to a 3 part series holy fuck i need a job, but really this is actually so self fulfilling to be able to deliver your requests about a character i love we all love so much! it’s like we’ve created this aesome little community here :) i love this universe sooo much so be sure there will be drabbles connected to this series
BEAR COMES OUT IN LESS THAN A DAY! LET’S START AMPING IT UP
also if anyone was wondering how i’d imagine high school!carmen it would honestly be this one edit i saw of lip ages ago lmaoo
The dull rain of the shower resounded through your bathroom, the rest of your things had been delivered in the early Friday morning, and you rushed to enjoy the high water pressure Mae had boasted about before you moved in.
The steam has begun to fog up your mirror, and you wipe a hand across it, your reflection distorted between the streaks of your fingertips. Today was the day. You would finally see Carmen again and your body was racked with fear like it was the day you left him.
After you had come back from the Farmers Market, you had received a text from Sugar, and you spent the afternoon unloading everything to her about work, your move back and most importantly Carmen.
You and Sugar had grown close after you and Carmen had become friends, in fact, you had grown close to the entire family before you left for New York. And all it took was a phone call for you and Sugar to fall back into that familiarity once again, all you hoped was that it would be the same for you and Carmen.
Once Mae had finished up with work, the both of you, as promised shared a bottle of a wine and a blunt where she had squealed at your news of the dinner, and, despite your protests on the phone brought a rosy hued summer dress that she had begged you to keep.
It was left on a hanger on the door hook, and you stare at the gorgeous wave of the hem, and dip of the neckline that you had got you looking at Mae in doubt. She had screamed when you had tried it now, boasting about her amazing fashion sense and how utterly ruined Carmen would be.
You steered clear from feeding into her delusions, Carmen could be married for god's sake, whilst you were thinking if he would like the colour of your dress. He was not though, you had practically burned the entire timeline of his socials into your retina and there had not been a single indication of Carmen having a partner. But he had always been sort of secretive, and you couldn't hold onto the hope that Carmen hadn’t taken a liken to any one of the hundred girls that threw themselves at him.
I mean, it wasn't like he was waiting for you, right?
The heat of the shower spread through your body and you sighed in relief as the water loosened the soreness of your muscles that had begun to ache. You had a couple hours until the time Sugar and Richie had told you to come in, and you spent it leisurely, washing your hair carefully, and scrubbing your skin clean with the multitude of products you had accumulated the second you had more money to spend on just food, rent and utilities.
You forget to put a bath mat near the shower, and the cool stone is stained with your wet footsteps. You make quick work of drying yourself off before reaching for the same old bottle of shea butter you hadn't stopped using since high school. It was on its last leg, the worn label tearing apart, and soon enough you would have to cut it open to get to the last droplets. Old habits die hard and you had been a broke college student for a long fucking time.
After you've finished with your makeup and curling your hair so that it lay in soft blown out curls, you carefully and not so gracefully step into the dress. You don't own a lot of nice pieces like this, and you were forever grateful to Mae for coming in the way she did even despite your protests.
Because as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realise you look pretty fucking hot. You put on the last of your jewellery, spritz yourself with some perfume, before sliding your feet into flats that wouldn't destroy your feet. You reach for your phone, the time flashing 6:30 and later than you had anticipated.
Stress fills you at the thought of coming late, especially since you really only knew three people there, but you force yourself to calm down with a breath, realising the beef was only a 5 minute drive from your place anyway.
The drive to the Beef was one that was filled with anxiety and glee, you couldn't help keeping the smile off your face as you passed through the familiar roads leading up to the family restaurant. Despite the familiarity of the streets, your mind always finds its way back to the most familiar place of all, Carmen. You wonder what he might look like all grown into himself, you've followed his many strides in the culinary world, even if you didn't understand a bit of the kitchen itself, but you were unbelievably proud of every award he had and numerous received. But that had been all online, to see Carmen in person was a whole different thing entirely.
It was an experience, to see the way he’d body moved, from the light touches of his fingers helping you play guitar to the way he glided through the kitchen concentrating on cooking you up new recipes he’d made.
He’d take criticism from only you, even if Mickey's loud booming voice intercepted your comments from across the kitchen island. You had to sniffle back tears at the memory of it, Mickey and Carmen were so incredibly close, you feel like a fraud having not been there for him when he died, how could you even call yourself his friend?
The truth was, you and Carmen had a horrible way of dealing with grief, you were battling with your own loss at the time, getting news of Micheal’s death only months after your own Father had died from a drunk driver. You had come back to Chicago for the funeral before running back to New York and stuffing yourself with your work. The pain had been too great then and the regret of leaving your brother and mother to clean up the mess had eaten you alive for years.
You and Carmen had a habit of stuffing your emotions into tight spaces. Your father, Mickey, the both of your absence in each other's lives, it was a grief you wore well.
In the knots in your shoulder, in the bags underneath your eyes, in the aching hearth of your heart, in the emptiness of your suppressed stomach. As well as you could anyway.
But the world keeps turning, and the view of the renovated Beef catches your eye as you shakily turn into the car park adjacent. You can’t run now, there isn’t a back door you can slip through and a plane you can catch to escape the reality of your past.
This was it, had this been what you had waited for?
You can feel your heart in your throat as you walk through the car park, the soft lantern lights hanging across the top of the restaurant in ribbons. The place had changed from the last time you'd seen it, the rotting wood replaced with pristine painted planks and the cloudy windows now crystal clear. It even had a name change, replaced instead with the unmistakable nickname of Carmen,
Bear
Sugar had texted you to meet at the front, and as you bite your lip in anticipation, you see a blonde haired woman shout back a swear before walking towards the front of the Beef, her eyes catching you through the front windows, shooting up in surprise and glee, before rushing through the doors.
“Holy fucking shit! You were always hot Bug but goddamn, you outdid yourself! How are you my love?” Sugar replies, reaching to gather you in her arms.
You press your face into the familiar scent of her, and you sigh in relief as your fears begin to dissolve, you weren't utterly alone here.
“I’m so glad you could make it, Carm is going to fucking implode when he see’s you” Sugar whispers with a grin, in which u shake yout head with a chuckle.
“Uh I don’t know about that, we haven’t really talked in, well, since High school” You reply honestly, you may have lied to Richie, but you couldn't escape Sugar’s bull-shit- detector gaze.
“You both were always so scared to make the first move, Mikey had to hold me back a couple times from just locking you both in a room and forcing you both to confess” Sugar replies with a grin
“Confess? What do you mean” You reply, and Sugar shakes her head with a chuckle,
“Don’t bullshit me Bug, it’s as clear as day. You both were inseparable then, and you will be inseparable now, everyone has their own timeline.”
You nod with a sigh, rubbing your eyes as you thought back to the call you had received asking you to join the design group in charge of revamping Madison Avenue. So much had changed since then, and it was about time that you faced what you couldn't 8 years ago.
“You changed him, ya know?” Sugar says, all of a sudden into the comfortable silence between you.
“Hm?” You reply
“I don’t know. Carm, he’s just, he’s distant, always has been. And then somehow, you became friends and there was this just change in him. He started to smile and laugh more, started opening up to us, because of you. Whether or not you realise it, you marked him in a way that was permanent you know? And when you left- well, it all went to shit, he was fucking destroyed and the only person that could help him was Mikey, and you, you get the rest of it” Sugar sighs, shaking her head as you stare at her.
“Sometimes, I’d bring you up, or-or we’d be talking about a new building, architecture or whatever, anything that related to you, and you'd just see him shutdown. He needs you hun, he doesn’t realise it but its like he’s fucking decaying without you.”
Anyone else and you would have shaken your head, but it was Sugar, and all the years you've known her she hadn't once sugar coated anything.
“It was always going to be Carm, Sugar. A million times over and it would always be him” You reply, a tight smile on your face as you try and blink back tears, and she nods with a frown.
“No crying, god I told myself I wouldn't cry” Sugar says, shaking her body as you laugh, sliding a hand in hers before walking into the Bear.
You aren't given enough time to investigate the changes to the restaurant, eyes glancing at pictures frames and stainless kitchen benches before stepping into a decorated back dining space, fixed with a long table covered with steaming plates of food and entrees.
The sound of your footsteps has the entire room coming to a halt, and you scan the many people seated at the long table, their eyes watching you with a look of surprise before recognition floods across them.
You can't recognise a single face, all unfamiliar to you but you get the strange feeling they know who you are, as they await for you to speak.
“Uh, Hello, um, you all probably have no idea who I am and this is kind of weird so-” You ramble nervously, trying and failing to introduce yourself to the many people watching your every move.
“Oh carino, you are gorgeous! You must be Carmen’s friend?” A short hispanic woman grins, making her way over to pull you into a hug, and the move causes the entire table of people to come over and introduce themselves.
You can’t stop keeping the smile off your face, as you learn about each of the amazing people around you who have kept your sweet boy company. They were incredible, and you don’t doubt they shared a bond you only ever built working together, piecing together where Carmen had spent his time, and recognising the glimpses of faces you had seen on the walls you had walked by.
You converse easily with Sydney, a young aspiring chef who had kept Carmen on his toes, but your mind isn’t exactly present. Your eyes are glancing every second at the door, waiting for the man you've been dreaming of since you were 18 to walk through those doors.
You hear a tumble coming from the back door leading to the alleyway behind the Bear, before the familiar voice of Richie yells out incoherent curse words. You aren't able to prepare yourself for the footsteps coming up the steps and into the entrance of the dining room before Carmen cerulean blues catch you immediately.
His eyes take their time with you, indulging in the peek of skin from the slit in the dress, before they trail up to your hips, snaking around your waist and blinking back at the dip of your cleavage. Carmen is undone, entranced by the way you hug and fill out the dress so perfectly, it does something to him he feels guilty about. Like the moments he would thrust up into the column of his fists after that one party where you leaned against him, or when he remembered the taste of your body wash.
Carmen is scared to move his eyes up to your face, fearing that he will be irrevocably gone if he does, but he does it anyway, because he's wasted enough time without you, and he can’t bear the seconds past him by without seeing the face he's dreamt of since forever
Carmen has to reach for the table near him, gripping the wood in his fists as he steadies himself when he sees you for the first time. He has to bite back his immediate response to let out a swear, his eyes trailing along every curve and line of your features he has begun to forget. The rush of memories, and feelings of you unleash within him like an unyielding current, breaking down every wall and shield he’s put up to stop it. It was fruitless, Carmen knew one day it would all come crashing down, because it was always going to be you, a thousand times over.
You let out a shaky breath as you catch his eyes fluttering over every single feature, you should feel self conscious but you don’t, you bare your entire self to him. You furrow your brow as you take in the honey caramel wisps of his hair pushed behind his ears. Your eyes catch the numerous inked sketches running along his arms and hands, you yearn to run your fingers along them, feel his veins jut out, they trail up his arm, like a stream and you have to swallow back the desire that had begun to unfurl at the vision in front of you.
He was utterly beautiful, his clean shirt contorted and stretched from the sheer size of him, the muscle and girth of his biceps and shoulders were so different to the lanky teenager you fell in love with. You feel a sadness at the thought of not seeing him since then, it had truly been too long.
He still wore his chef apron, though it lay untied and around his neck like he had quickly run into the kitchen to fix something.
You don’t know how you’re able to form the words, but you can hear yourself calling his name like a plead
“Hey Bear” You whisper, the tears at your waterline one whisper away from falling
And it’s the simple sound of your voice that has Carmen crashing and falling, swallowing back tightly.
“Hey”
You can make out Sugar calling everyone out to the front of the house, mumbling about flying pigs or whatever conjured up lie to leave you both alone. But it’s practically white noise around you, as your eyes remain forever on Carmen, like they always wore.
There's a silence that stretches between you two, and you feel the distance between you both from your fingertips.
“Thought I told you I’d punch your stomach if you cried” You say with a smile, tears falling down your cheeks and Carmen crumbles at your words, it's like his been hit by a freight truck, when you reminder of that day, but he still lets out chuckle, looking up at you with a grin.
“So I hear you're redesigning our very own Madison Avenue?” Carmen says, and it's like he’s been practising and rehearing the sentence over and over in his mind, it sounds more like a script than something he truly wants to say.
And you see through his bullshit, turning your head to the side as you look at him like he's translucent, and Carmen gives up before he is even able to start, what’s the point of faking it now when you could both see through each other.
“God, you're beautiful” Carmen says after a beat, the blues of his iris crashing and falling into a deeper depth as he looks at you. You blush, you never blush, you only ever blush for Bear.
“Carmen..” You whisper, the tears continuing to fall and roll down your neck
“Why didn't I tell you? God why didn't I?” Carmen says in a tight voice, like he's holding himself back, like he's holding himself from breaking, and you want to reach out and hold him instead.
You feel your heart drop, as you look up at him in anticipation, no no no??. You didn’t run half way across the state, you didn't spend years searching for Carmen in relationships and first dates, no- how? All this time. All this fucking time you could have spent with him, whether long distance, in New York, whatever, you would’ve made it work, hell you would have travelled endlessly for him.
“Why didn't you?” You breathe out. letting every tear and cry loose. And Carmen lets out a breath, your eyes communicating what your mouth could not for 10 years, letting your body shake with grief at the truth of it all.
Carmen feels his entire world breaking, he can feel the ground beneath him shake, he is consumed with you, you you you, and always and forever you.
“All this time..” Carm replies, shaking his head, laughing a little to himself as he stares at you in grief and love
“Yeah” You chuckle, before tears spill down your cheeks, and Carmen kind of breaks too, all the worries and missed time and love you would have shared out in the open between you. You both had been so foolish, so wrapped up in the fear of rejection/ruining your friendship you had ruined it all instead.
“I love you, I have loved you the moment I walked you home. I have loved you desperately, I loved you from afar, I have loved even when you didn’t know it”
“God Carmy, my sweet golden boy, I always knew it” You sniffle, and Carmen scrunches his eyebrows, grinding his teeth against his jaw as he shakes his head, undoing his apron so that he doesn’t get your gorgeous dress dirty, pulling you close to him. You reach for his hand, its size massive in yours, as you bring it to your chest
“You feel that? My heart beats for you Carmen, only you, forever you” You whisper, as you hold onto his hand tight
“I was just- I was so scared, so scared that I would ruin everything, our friendship, it was the one thing going for me and I couldn’t ask you, I couldn’t ask you to love me?” Carmen says, shaking his head like even saying the words felt stupid
“Carmen you are worth loving, I loved you then and I love you now. Sugar was telling me about how I changed you and you know what I was thinking the entire time? How everytime I think back to those years before my heart just aches. It aches because I have always been searching for you, Carm, my body yearns and reaches for you every day, you were the one thing that made me feel like I could make it out of here. That if I tried hard enough, if I had you believing in me too, I could really do it.
“And you know what Carmen? I did do it, I’m back in Chicago designing something that I believe in and I still feel so out of place. I feel scattered, like half of my body and mind is missing, and I’ve always known, even when I didn’t, that you kept that part of me. You held it safe, and I want it back, I want you back Carmen. I want my boy back.”
“It was always going to be you Carm, that’s the truth, I love I love I love love love you” You breathe out, your heart hammering against your chest as you let all the chips fall where they may, you each Carmens face, trying to decipher the look on his face.
You want to know what he's thinking, have you scared him? Does he not love you anymore? And it's like Carmen can tell the thoughts are consuming you because you can't think of them anymore, in fact you can't think at all except the feel of Carmen lips pushed up against your own.
They’re pillowy and soft, and it takes you a second before you kiss him back with such reverence that you swallow back each other’s groans. You don’t come up for air, you won't, you can't let him slip through your fingers again, Carmen can’t let himself lose you now, with the taste of you on his tongue, so sweet like he imagined you to be.
Carmen fears he might combust, that he might dissolve into a puddle right in front of you because you taste so good, he slides a hand up your neck pressing you closer to his chest as you grip his shirt in tight fists.
Carmen can feel himself smiling into your lips, and it causes you to let out a chuckle, allowing Carmen to press his canines into your lip, just a little, a nibble that has you moaning out loudly in a way that shocks you both.
You press your body impossibly closer to Carmen’s, until you can feel him nudge against the curve of your stomach, grinding down against him until he grip’s your waist tight, pushing you deeper until you both have to let go with a breath.
“You don’t know how long I have waited to do that” Carmen says, his eyes still shut, like he was savouring the taste of you that was on his tongue, on his lips, his skin, everywhere. Carmen wanted you everywhere.
“And how long I have waited to do this” You trail your nails across his chest, his eyes watching the mischievous grin on your face grow as you trail your fingers down his chest, resting on his belt before the sound of a yelp and a clap breaks out, causing you to retract your hand and causing Carmen to let out a whine.
The rest of the crew and Sugar come tumbling into the room, hootting with cheers and laughter like they had been pressing an ear to the door the entire time, which they probably had. Sugar makes her way over, hugging you both, and pressing a kiss to your cheek before punching Carmen lightly.
“You didn’t think I knew? God what kind of sister do you take me for??”
It’s all a blur of laughter and smiles and light shooting colours, Carmen keeps his eyes on you the entire time, and you don’t leave his side, holding onto him like he might fly away. And in all the commotion, in all the light and laughter and love Carmen sees Mikey. Sees him in flashes, the nape of his neck, the corner of his mouth pulling back in a smile and he swears, Carmen swears he sees him nod towards him.
You let it rip, bear, you did it, you did it.
And Carmen did, and he looks down at you in his arms surrounded by people he loved and his heart for the first time feels full. Carmen had written himself off to a life of fulfilment through his work, and whilst that was purposeful and important to him, he always felt like a piece of his life was missing, a piece of his heart, it was taken by you just as he had taken yours.
And now he can’t mask himself from his feelings, he can't watch you from afar anymore, he wants you beneath him, wants to bottle your laugh and drink in to cure him. He's broken and he doesn’t deserve you but god with the way you look up at him? It makes him question everything, makes him think he's enough, that there might be a chance he's more than the vile words he calls himself.
He want to get better for you, for the both of you, and its overwhelming, all these feelings he feels all of a sudden, it's like a switch has turned on and he can’t stop it, it washes over him, those memories from before, and you grip his arm with a squeeze, looking up as him before walking him out, guiding him with a hand until he follows you out into the alleyway.
“Sorry, it just was a whole lot at once, I haven’t even properly asked about you and now the entire kitchen knows you and” Carmen rushes out, rocking back and forth on his heels nervously
“You forget how well I know you bear?” Is all you say, and you can see the way he relaxes into himself, looking up at you with a nod. And it’s true, you know him completely and utterly, and it’s almost a relief, it almost makes Carmen cry because for the first time he doesn't feel like he needs to explain himself. Carmen feels like he has someone who knows him deep down, knows all his flaws, and problems and issues, and still wants him.
The thought is so foreign and strange but he stomach bubbles with the elated glee of the start of something, something you both know, deep down, was meant to happen whether it was now or in 30 years. You would always, always find each other, how could you not? When it felt like half of you had disappeared without them?
Carmen can’t help but a press another kiss to your lips, snaking his arm so that it rested on your hip, squeezing a little before you break from him
“The food in there looks lovely, but considering what has just occurred, do you want to go somewhere more..” You start
“Intimate? Fucking yes. I don’t need Richie watching me and Sugar breathing down my neck. There is so much..” Carmen replies, eyes having a bit of a faraway look as he thinks back to all the times he had wished he could confide in you but couldn't.
“Let’s make up for lost time, shall we?” You grin, holding out a hand that Carmen eagerly grasps, before practically running into whichever car is closest.
You and Carmen end up in a dimly lit jazz bar that sells signature shirley temples and tampalas that make your heart sing. You spend the entire night talking about everything, you both spill the entire contents of your guts to each other and you couldn't be happier, wiping each other's tears when the love got too much and your chest filled with gratitude at finding each other again.
You tell him you're only here for 6 months, and you leave the bar calling Mae to extend your lease. It doesn't take long for you both to slide into the familairy of your friendship again, spending every waking moment with each other, fulfilling every desire, checking off every firsts, exploring Chicago again with the one man who's been waiting for you for eternity.
It would have been cute if you werent fucking like rabbits as well, you were addicted to each other, chasing orgasm after orgasm like it was a high. You should have been thrown in jail with the amount of times you had nearly been caught, and Carmen’s office was practically a health code violation.
But the truth was, Carmen finally had something to come home to in the late evenings and you had something to say goodbye to in the early mornings.
*
The early morning sun drags along the horizon, it cuts through the shapes and cuts of the intricate frost that had begun to develop over the window, showering the room in its dull yellow through the linen curtains of your shared bedroom.
It had snowed during the night, and the city council had closed the roads, advising as many people to stay indoors if possible, causing you and Carmen to finally have an excuse to stay indoors and pressed against each other the entire day.
The only sounds you can hear in the early cold July morning are the shutters of shop doors opening and the simmering wave of traffic that would soon begin to spill into the city streets below.
That and the strangled sound of Carmens moans as you slide your hand across the slick length of him, heavy in your palm.
He watches you carefully, eyelids heavy as you blow on the tip of him, causing him to wince in desire. Your motions are slobby and wet, and Carmen is still half asleep from your sleeping position not moments before.
“Please…”
You bite back a giggle, looking up at him from your knelt position between his legs. You’ve pulled him to the edge of the bed, and he grips the white sheets in his fists as he tries to restrain himself from coming undone by the way you smile up at him.
“You want me to suck you off him? You wanna feel good baby, you gotta tell me you wanna feel good cause I can't hold back any longer
“Fuck..please make me feel good, you know how to do it, please h-honey” Carmen replies before knocking his head back with a groan when you take the tip of him in your mouth.
You and Carmen weren't exactly experienced at first, you both had never truly held a relationship long enough to progress to that stage, but it had only taken a month before you knew how to have him stuttering thrusting up into you with need and it had taken him 3 weeks to know how to make you cum 9 times a day. What could you say? You had waited long enough.
You don’t waste time as you circle your tongue around the red tip, licking the precum clean from the slit, groaning around him at the sound of his throat letting out strangled moans. You want to take him in entirely, but he was so thick and long you couldn't possibly without getting used to him again.
Carmen loved giving, he could spend hours with your thighs around his shoulders, but there was something special with getting your broody chef to come undone, to be reduced to a puddle at every lick and kiss from you.
You push him deeper, circling your tongue so that it drags flat against his length as you pump the rest of him that you couldn’t yet reach.
“Holy-sh-fuck babygirl, easy, easy” Carmen groans out, and as you flicker your eyes up at him, the vision causes you to sneak a hand down between your thighs.
Carmen looks down at you with furrowed brows, struggling to sit, grinding and jutting up into your mouth as his blonde hair lays across his forehead sweaty. His cheeks are a rosy crimson, and his tongue pokes out from the corner of his mouth biting down when you catch his blown out almost-black eyes.
You ignore his protests, pushing him further down until you feel him in your throat, constricting the space until it has him groaning out in pleasure. Carmen can’t help thrusting up into your throat, quickly apologising before you shake your head, reaching for his hand to grip your hair, begging him to use you however he wan’t. It’s too much for Carm, he feels like your puffed out cheeks, the tears eager to drip down your cheeks, the rut of your hips trying to find any friction causes the very tight bind to nearly snap in him.
“Fuck, don’t- not gonna last long” Carmen heaves out, gripping your hair until the veins in his arms and neck begin to juttt out.
You continue bopping your head down onto him, gathering the spit and cum and hollowing out your cheeks before taking him out and then in again. Carmen can’t take his eyes off of you, his chest heaving up and down as he watches you entranced.
“You don’t want to cum huh? Am I not making you feel good? Fuck my throat Carm, show me how you want it and i’ll show you how I do” You groan out, looking up at him from under your lashes and it causes Carmen to groan out, before gripping your jaw in his hand, and dragging your tongue back down his length.
Carmen is careful with how he fucks into you, but it’s reverent and heady and full of need, and he finds himself gripping your hair, watching you bop down on his cock until it bumps against your throat, and he feels that tight warmth that surround his sensitive tip.
He’s a mess, a jumble of incoherent swears and half moans of your name as the slick heaviness against your tongue shealths up and down, the mess of cum and saliva dripping from between your lips.
“S-so fucking, so good, all mine babygirl, you’re all fucking mine” Carmen replies with a growl, as hes thrusts into you grow sloppy, and you press your nails into his thigh, breathing through your nose as Carmen loses himself in the warmth and feel of you, chasing his release without a break.
The tight band deep in him snaps when you constrict around him, and catch his heavy gaze, he screams out your name, jutting up into your throat, slick shooting down as he holds you head against him, and you milk him dry eagerly, taking every last drop he gives you.
You swirl your tongue around him, gently taking him out of your mouth as he winces at the over stimulation, you look up at him, opening your mouth and poking your tongue out, and you don’t miss the low fuck he whispers at the image of you swallowing every last bit of his mess.
You aren’t able to get up yourself before Carmen is dragging you up to him, wiping and kissing away every tear before swallowing you with a heated kiss. Carmen can taste himself on your tongue, manoeuvring your bodies so that he lay against the headboard, with you grinding up against his lap.
“Need to feel you fill me up Carm, I need it so bad” You groan out between your heated kiss, and Carmen grips you against him, his cock hardening again at your words, he always wanted to please you, it was his dying quest, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you like it was nothing.
You line yourself up with him, before sinking onto his length, the both of you breaking apart from your heated kiss to suck in a breath, Carmen leans into the croon of your neck, biting the skin there lightly as the feel of you tight around him gets too much.
You have to grip him, pressing half moons into the contorting muscle of his shoulders and back as you get used to him, before sinking further down with a groan. You felt impossibly tight, walls velvet and soft like caramel as they glided up against him with its slickness.
“You sure you can take it all? Hm darling?” Carmen whispers as he leans over in your ear, so that you slide further down his length, and it glides across a sensitive spot in this new position that causes you to rock your head back with a groan.
“Oh no baby, no no no, eyes on me hm?” Carmen reprimands you, sliding a hand so that he can see the dazed look in your eyes.
“We have the entire day, locked in this house from the snow, and I’m going to fuck you stupid doll” Carmen replies with a grin, before easing out of you and thrusting back into you hard, causing stars to appear in your vision, the white hot pleasure of the beginnings of your orgasm gripping you.
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so wrong yet so right
matt sturniolo x y/n
Contains- lecture, disciplinary conversation, dirty talk , flirting, humiliation.
( matt is your professor and you've been skipping class so he has you stay after class to talk)
y/n pov ~
I've been seeing this guy on and off for a while but recently he's been persuading me to skip my lectures and I agree every time. Today I told him I have to go to my class due to the fact if I missed today id be dropped from the class and I don't need to deal with that and my parents would be up my ass.
I grabbed my bag and packed up my shit and started my 8 minute drive to campus. Im honestly glad my apartment isn’t far from campus or id be late to every class ever.
I parked and made my way into the building. The halls were quiet since this is a later class and most of the building is used in the morning.
I had my air pods in as I listened to Maria Maria by Santana and the product G&B.
I open the door of my lecture room and make my way down the first two steps choosing to sit further in the back .
I sit down and bring out my computer to type notes during the lecture and wait for the class to fill up.
After about 5 minutes the room was filled to the brim with bored students ready for the day to over since its Friday and everyone just wants to be out at the clubs and parties taking place for st.Patricks day.
im gonna be honest this class is kinda boring I had to take it so I have to suffer through but ... the professor is hot asf so I don't mind being stuck in this room for 2 hours and 15 minutes.
Okay guys today were going to be sharing the stories you've all written throughout this week . professor Sturniolo says as he dims the lights and calls up the first student to read their story.
This is a creative writing class and we’re aloud to write anything we want but I missed the fact we’d be sharing the storys... I find that my best writing is dark romance . It's all I read and it's all that keeps me interested .
There is NO FUCKING WAY i'm reading this shit in front of the class . I guess from the class I missed on Tuesday was when he explained that we’d be sharing them with the class.
After about 10 students we were an hour into class . This is a smaller class probably around 60 people. Im praying to god we don't get through everyone today so I can write up a new story over the weekend that isn't filled with smut and masks and corn mazes like the one I have written this week.
I had to pee when we got to the 30th story so I got up quietly slipping out and rushing to the bathroom.
Call me crazy but every time my eyes drifted to Professor Sturniolo his eyes were already on me . Id like to think i'm delusional but the eye contact we held as he gave me a stern look had me feeling otherwise.
I made my way back to class and sat back down . Im guessing we were on about the 35 story when he said we only had time for about three more after this one.
THANK FUCKING GOD I CAN WRITE A NEW STORY THIS WEEKEND I thought to myself as another guy came up to read his story.
I was in shock after he read his it was a story about an old couple with dementia and the only people they could remember in the end was each other as they died in each others arms listening to their first dance song from their wedding. Im not gonna lie I shed some tears .
I looked back at Professor sturniolo as he called the second to last person up to read . He looked at me with a smirk and I swear I saw his Adams apple bob as if he was chuckling at the fact I was crying from the story that was just read. I quickly wiped my tears and sank into my seat.
After the last story of the class he started talking about how he wants everyone to start a new story and have it ready for next Fridays class .
I want you guys to focus your next stories on a specific feeling . It could be anger, happiness envy... anything you're feeling in the moment . I know I don't usually give prompts but I want you guys to express your feelings and show me through your writing style so I can feel them as well . Portraying feelings is a way to keep your reader interested . Have a good weekend and be safe .
everyone starts packing up and I do as well until ...
Ms y/l/n can you stay for a second we need to talk about some things
I loudly gulp as I look down the stairs where he stands as I nod my head and make my way down to him as the last students filter out.
have a seat ms y/l/n he says motioning to the seat in front of where he stands .
I do and sit quietly waiting for him to speak.
so would you like to tell me why you've missed two weeks of class he asks as he walks to his desk grabbing a few things and putting them in his bag.
I have no good explanation so I make one up hoping he'll believe it.
I was sick the first week and last week I had car troubles and was unable to get transportation here. I say sounding a bit unsure.
did you go to the doctor for a sick note he asks as he walks over to me standing in front of me looking down at me all the sudden making me nervous.
umm no
then I cant except that excuse . As for the car troubles ... uber is an option or the bus he says narrowing his eyes on me .
I mean ... yes but I...
I think your lying to me y/n and I don't appreciate it. Id like to think I make this class fun and you are a good writer what could possibly be worth waisting your talent hmm? he asks as he kneels down in front of the desk so I have to make eye contact with him .
I don't know I whisper as my face gets red and all the sudden the room starts to get hot.
Its a boy isn't it he ask as he tilts his head and narrows his eyes.
what ... I ask looking at him scrunching my eye brows
oh come on y/n your face says it all . I hate to see you skip class for someone who keeps you from having good grades and staying focused
I don't know what your talking about ... like I said I was sick and my car was broken so I say as I look away . How did my face give him that much intell.
okay y/n here's what we're gonna do i'm going to ignore the fact that you are blatantly lying to my face and i'll let these absences slide . But... if you even think of skipping my class again I will drop you and you will have to retake my class next semester... an I understood?
y-yes sir thank you I say as I take a breathe I didn't realize I was holding and look back up at him as he stands above me.
now did you write a story this week even though you were absent?
I want to lie and say no but i'm already on his bad side . I hate to say it but... he looks so hot when he's being stern and slightly irritated. He's only 27 and im 22 which is slightly weird. Most of my professors are old as fuck but it's kind of refreshing to have a young teacher.
Yeah I did I just... I didn't know we’d have to share them in front of the class and its not exactly... something I want to read to 60 people. I say as I avert my eyes to the ground.
Then good thing you'll be reading it to me right now... I know your style of writing I read them on a weekly bases but if you'd come to class on tuesday you would have known you'd have to read it aloud .
y-you want me to read it to you now I ask as I look up at him with raised brows and worry in my eyes.
yes unless you have somewhere to be thats more important . The correct answer would be " no sir ill read it now" his tone was laced with attitude mixed with a degrading flare that had me clenching my thighs.
no sir I have no where to be ill read it now I say with a tinge of attitude .
good girl now grab your computer and come back down here and start reading when your ready
I swallow thickly when he calls me good girl as my thighs squeeze together and my face gets red . It's so wrong to think of my professor in the ways I am but he makes its so hard not too. He looks down at my clenched legs smirking and walking to his desk grabbing his chair and sitting it in front of the desk I am at .
I get up and walk back up to where I left my bag grabbing my computer and bringing it back down . Opening it up and logging in as I find my story in google docs and take a breathe . Ive never had to read what I wrote out loud and I hate it so much . The fact i'm about to read a full on sex scene to my teacher should be illegal but he reads my story's each week so how bad could this be right.
whenever you're ready he says as he leans back in his chair waiting for me to start.
o-okay I say as I look down and start reading .
I was running through the corn field the three boys chasing after me from all sides . I cant tell who's who from the masks but I know if they catch me i'm screwed. Im being smacked and sliced by the sharps thick dried shucks from the corn but I power through trying my best to get away untouched . I decide to take a left and run down a narrow path that had been cut . I hear a low chuckle close by as I look over and I continue running to see the gold mask looking at me as the boy approaches me quickly . You can keep running all you want but we will catch you and you'll pay for what you did I hear a deep voice call from behind me . My breathing accelerated as my legs grow week from the amount of running i've been doing tonight. The path all the sudden opens to a large circle with a cross in the middle where they tie up the scar crows but it seems to be missing but fresh ropes lays over the arm parts. I turn around and all the sudden my body is knocked to the ground by a large hard object tackling me .GET OFF ME I scream as the man who pummeled me to the ground holds me down sitting on my legs so I cant fight back. Should have kept running darling you're in for it now he says as the other two apear behind him. Fuck all of you I spit as they all hover over me . The one holding me down hoists me up and the others grab my arms as they push me back into the cross. The ropes that were hanging are all the sudden around my wrists as they tie me to the cross and my breathing starts to pick up . What the fuck are you doing stop take me down now I say to them as I start to panic. Mmmm no. You knew we'd come for you after you sent Darren to prison and now... you'll pay for your sins the one in the black mask says as he steps close to me and I suck in a breathe . He deserves every single year he’ll be in there and I will never be sorry for it. I say as I try to kick him in the leg but fail when my arms burn form the movement causing me to whine. Easy sweetheart your only going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that the one in the red mask says as he steps up to me . Now are you ready to pay for your sins red masks says . What fucking sins I did what had to be done I bite back.
You see sending him to prison hurt all of us and you're going to repay us . You're going to be our own personal slut . We'll take every part of you until you finally realize what you did was a huge mistake black mask says as he steps up to me grabbing me by the neck . Hell no I scold him . These three boys are crazy and deranged . So dark that it feels like the moon barely even shows when they appear.
Jake mullin , Kade Brooksville and Connor palemess are some of the worst guys you'll ever meet . They are so attractive it hurts to even look at them but they have the worst personality known to man. I knew that they would make me pay for sending their best friend to prison but after Darren killed my brother I went psychotic and tracked down any information I could to put him behind bars but at what cost.
Now they want to use my body in a form of pay back for what I did. I should be angry and disgusted but ... the thought of these three men using me like their own personal toy has me dripping wet and embarrassingly I want them in ways i've never wanted a man in my life .
They each rip off their masks and i'm met with their faces.
Jake with his blue eyes and blond hair with a perfect jawline and juicy lips, Kade with his dark hair , stubble over his sharp jaw and perfect green eyes and last Conner with his hazel eyes and sandy brown hair with a perfect button nose and sharp jaw.
Kade steps in front of me as his hands move to my waist in a tight grip causing me to gasp .Now be a good girl and spread your legs he says deeply as he towers over me . I swallow but do as im told not feeling like putting up a fight and excepting the punishment for my actions. He pulls my shorts down along with my underwear tossing them back to Jake as his right hand moves down to my bare pussy causing me to gasp. mm someones dripping wet he says with a smirk that I wish I could punch off his face . Fuck you I say as I look up at his green eyes that are boring into me . He shoves two fingers inside me and I moan out as he speeds them up and grips my jaw with the other . Look at you such a slut enjoying what i'm doing to you he says as he gets in my face keeping eye contact as I struggle to keep my eyes from rolling back. i'm shaking and moaning as my orgasm washes over me . Kade chuckling in my face as he watches me fall apart .
Connor come behind her and hold her legs up Kade says as he starts unbuckling his belt. My eyes widen as my body is picking up and conners strong veiny arms wrap underneath my thighs holding me up. Kades jeans drop to his ankles as he moves to take his boxers off too. I look down to see his long and thick dick clad with 4 Jacobs ladder piercings making me gulp.
He steps up to me and I meet eyes with him as his glisten with lust and a tinge of devilish intent. He smirks at me and I want to die right here right now. I should be fighting this I should be disgusted but... i've never wanted something so much in my life. This is going to hurt but punishments shouldn't be enjoyable. he says deeply as he slides the tip in causing me to gasp and my face to squeeze in discomfort. So fucking tight he groans as he slides more in and I feel every piercing as he thrusts in all the way and I scream. The pain of the stretch has my hands balling to fists and my eyes to water. He starts pounding into me harshly as my breathing is rapid and my muscles tense the pain hurts so good. Thats it take it all he groans as he gropes my ass and pounds faster hitting my g spot repeatedly . This goes on for god knows how long and I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had . All I can do is breathe harshly when he finally finishes inside me and pulls out as Conner drops my legs and I hang on the ropes as my legs give out. Mmm I think we should just leave you here like this Kade says as he buttons his jeans and looks at me .My face is covered in tears and spit and I struggle to keep my eyes open from the exhaustion my body is feeling right now .Please don’t I whisper with a raspy voice . He chuckles as he tells the others to untie my wrists and Conner puts my short back on but keeps my underwear shoving them in his back pocket . Kade picks me up throwing me over his shoulder and walks back through the maze to his car throwing me in and driving back to their large mansion .
I take a deep breathe and stare at my computer when I finish reading the story unable to meet his eyes.
I mean y/n I must say you’re an amazing writer . You know how to set a science and really make the reader be able to envision where the story takes place.
Thank you sir I say but I still don’t look at him
When you write these stories do you envision yourself as the girl character he asks in a tone that has my eyes snapping up to meet his
Ummm … I guess yeah
Interesting he says as a smile forms on his face
You could easily be a dark romance author you have a talent for it … I mean these fantasy’s are thoroughly thought through and I think people would enjoy reading something like this. If I have to admit I read a lot of dark romance books myself and your writing reminds me a lot of books I’ve read and enjoyed
I smile at him as my face blushes and he notices as a smirk comes to his face.
Thank you sir I … appreciate that a lot
He stands up from his chair and come behind me as he bends down to be ear level with me.
Now. You better keep that promise about coming to my class from now on . I know you can be a good girl for me okay .
His voice so deep in my ear I feel the vibrations in my head and I accidentally let a whine out when he says good girl again and I hear him chuckle in my ear as he places a hand on my shoulder as he stands up to his full height.
Thank you for staying ms y/l/n . I can’t wait to read your next piece have a good weekend
I grab my computer and smile at him .
You too Mr Sturniolo I say as I rush up the stairs to my bag and rush out of the class room.
God wtf is wrong with me I think as I get back to my apartment and flop down onto my bed .
the way he spoke into my ear .... the heat of his hand on my shoulder... the way he calls me good girl.
the way i'm thinking about my professor right now is not okay and I know that but fuck me I cant stop myself from going to my nightstand and grabbing my vibrator.
Ever since I left that building tonight I couldn't deny the pulsing between my thighs and wetness that pooled when I read my story to him .
I strip and lay down on my bed as my minds ran wild with thoughts of professor Sturniolo .
maybe this will get him out of my head and ill be able to focus from now on.
Matts pov-
Y/n is a great writer but god reading her story each week drives me wild. I know thinking of students sexually is wrong and morally illegal but I cant help myself .
I was pissed off that she skipped two weeks of my class ... yeah obviously because she should be focused on finishing out her senior year with passing grades but also because I love watching her in my classroom as she works on her dirty little stories.
The way she bites her lip in concentration… the little smirk she gets when I know she’s writing a dirty line… the way she clenches her thighs when I call her a good girl
I know she’s my student and I shouldn’t be thinking these things about her but … I pull up her last story in my computer and decide this is the least time I’ll ever jerk off to the thought of her.
I need to clear her out of my head and be professional from now on .
Next class is gonna be different….
Part 2 coming soon 💋
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Tagged by @devirnis @rewritetheending @daffi-990 and @thewolvesof1998 for fuck it Friday! I might have this little fic finished today so I debated just waiting till later and posting it for the tag game, but I do have to go do last minute Christmas things so in case I don’t actually get it done, here’s a little bit of introspective Ramon:
Eddie put too much sugar in his coffee when he was young. Two scoops while somebody was watching, a third if he could get away with it. Ramon suspected that he really wanted to be drinking his abuela’s hot chocolate, but already as a sophomore he was getting up for early morning baseball practice or to take his sisters to their extracurriculars or going to his job at the general store, and he had caved to the grown up need for caffeine.
Ramon stands in the kitchen with three mugs of black coffee on the counter. The window above the sink is cracked open. Through it he can see and hear Eddie and his- Eddie and Buck sitting on the wooden slats of the front porch, enjoying the cool of the morning before the Texas sun comes to bake everything with its glaring heat. Eddie is sitting cross legged, Buck has one knee up and the other leg dangling to touch the dewy grass, they’re leaned towards each other and Ramon can hear their voices more than the specific shapes of their words. They look… young, like this, children sharing secrets, carefree. Buck says something and Eddie tilts his head back to laugh, belly deep, loud enough to almost echo against the kitchen cabinets.
Ramon doesn't know an Eddie who laughs like this. Ramon doesn't know how Eddie takes his coffee now. The three mugs on the counter are cooling and he stands, foolish and frozen before them.
Tagging @shitouttabuck @malewifediaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @renecdote @homerforsure @buckactuallys @shortsighted-owl @butchdiaz if you have anything to share!
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I have a Thot to contribute for the Beefro Repentance Tiddie Fic, in case it is helpful or shall I say... titillating? 😂 (I'm sorry)
Since it didn't specify who gets milked, maybe we go back to late-stage pregnant Mouse? A little lactation play where Frankie drinks from her after dinner until he tops off his big full belly? (Big enough to rival her bump 🥵)
Or since it sounds like nonnie wants some male breast play too...add Frankie and Mouse playing with each other's delectable chests first?
Anyway just some ideas! I wasn't expecting your poll to turn out how it did, not gonna lie 😄 But hey, I'll enjoy wherever you take us with this!
You're a lifesaver, Reby!
fucking RIGHTS we need to expose Frankie's Breeding, Pregnancy & Lactation Kinks!
Smuttiest regards,
Beefro 👌🥩💜
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Beefro Proudly Presents:
a Chubby!Frankie one shot
The Catfish & The Mouse: Mouse's Relief
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Pregnant Fem!Reader
Summary: Frankie helps Mouse find relief.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)
Word Count: 2,382
Content Warning: pregnancy talk, main character pregnant, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, 5-knuckle shuffle (male), lactation, breast feeding, breast milk, cumming in pants, weight talk, eating, sore breasts
Author's Notes: Thank you @rebel-held for the assistance you provided in your THOT. Thank you to @thehalflifeofloveisforever, @theywhowriteandknowthings & @neverwheremoonchild for their input, eyes and THOTs.
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It had been a day. You were now on maternity leave, supposedly to be giving yourself some down time before your baby arrived, but you’d been anything but relaxed today.
Your baby had been kicking the same rib over and over for the last three days, not allowing you to have any restful sleep; your big belly weighed heavily on you, making movements hard; and to top it all off, your milk had come in, making your breasts extremely sore and heavy.
Pregnancy was so uncomfortable.
Thankfully, it was a Friday and that meant you had Frankie all to yourself from the moment he got home to Monday morning at 6:00 am. He’s been so patient and caring with you, rubbing your feet and back, switching sides of the bed with you so you could be closer to the bathroom, and giving you your space when you needed to just be left alone because of the raging hormones in your body, then running back the moment you needed to be held.
Despite being so uncomfortable, you decided to do something special for him to dinner and make his favourite – lasagna.
****
Frankie arrived home, opening up the back door to the smell of his absolute favourite. He smiled and walked into the kitchen, seeing you leaning against the counter, your hands holding your phone and resting on your big belly, while you scrolled through whatever app you were hooked on today. He couldn’t help but notice how much more pronounced your chest was, and his cock twitched in his jeans. But before he could do anything, he knew he needed to test the waters first.
“Hey mama…”, he said softly with a smile, coming up beside you and splaying his hand over your middle. He pressed a kiss on your temple and moved his hand over your sore side. “How’s the rib?”
You sighed with a tired smile. “Sore… but okay. How was work?”
He didn’t want to talk about work. Not when that sigh heaved your swollen tits, making his cock twitch harder.
“Baby…”, he cooed as he kissed your neck, continuing to test whether you’d let him go further, and he reached up and gently palmed your tit.
You hissed in pain, and he jumped back. “What? What happened?”
“They hurt… so much… I’m sorry, Frankie. Please don’t touch my boobs.”
“What- why are they so sore, Mouse?”, he asked, sounding concerned with a slight hint of annoyance.
“Milk’s coming in, and they’re swollen and-“
“I can see that.”, he stated, his eyes glued to your ample cleavage.
“Frankie.” Your tone was indicative of your own irritation and a warning that your hormonal temper was rearing its head.
He looked up to your face and offered a sheepish grin.
“Okay… no touching the tiddies.”
You sighed again, not wanting your weekend to start with your mood. “It’s okay, baby. Dinner will be ready soon so you should have your shower. “
He nodded with a smile and kissed you quickly before heading to the bedroom.
As Frankie stood in the shower, he tried to ignore his semi hard-on but his mind kept slipping back to the sight of you, round and heavy, tits swollen and all because of him. He gripped his now fully hard cock and pumped himself, thinking about how good you feel and smell and look, and…
He came fast, his come hitting the shower wall then washing away under the spray of the shower. As he calmed down, he thought about how quickly he hit his release by his own hand when his mind was filled with you being pregnant. He grinned to himself as he finished his shower, making a mental note to take some more pictures of you like this for his personal spank bank, especially if you decided one kid was enough. He dried off and got dressed, heading back out into the kitchen with you.
*****
The lasagna was gone, and Frankie’s belly was the only evidence that it had ever existed. You couldn’t stomach it, so he had eaten your portion as well, so you had some fruit and soup instead.
“Fuck me, Mouse… we both look like we’re about to pop.”, he chuckled, trying to pull down his T-shirt, the same one that fit just fine a few weeks ago.
“Head to the couch, I’ll clean up.”, you said, standing up and wincing.
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely not, mama.”, he grunted as he stood up. “I’ll clean up later. You need to relax.”
After some coaxing, Frankie had convinced you to have a bath and he would be ready for you when you were done.
As you soaked, Frankie sat on the couch, full belly sitting heavily on his lap, and he searched online for how to help you with your sore breasts. He read about warm compresses and massaging, then his heart almost jumped into his throat and his cock came to standing attention at once when he read that he could express the milk by sucking it out. He groaned and palmed at his hard on through his sweatpants. Yup. He was going to be so helpful.
You got out of the bath, feeling more relaxed, minus your breasts, and got into your lounge clothes, then made your way out to the living room. You stopped in the doorway and watched as Frankie grunted looking at his phone with a feral intensity and his hand palming his crotch.
“Am I interrupting anything?” Your tone was teasing and the grin on your face told him to not stop on your account.
“I think I can help you… with your tiddy problem.”, he grunted, tossing his phone to the couch and standing up. He walked towards you, his eyes fixed on your chest, and he licked his lips.
“Frankie! I said they’re sore!”
“I know… and I wanna help.”, he groaned as he pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck. If it wasn’t for the fact you both had pronounced bellies, you know you’d feel his cock pressing into you.
His hand came up and slipped under your shirt and he gently caressed your breast through your flimsy bralette. Your breath hitches and he hushed you and kissed your neck again.
“Don’t think you understand what you do to me, looking like this, mama… your fucking body is just…”
He grunted as his cock tried to find friction when he bucked his hips, and he softly twisted your nipple. You gasped and let out a pained whine, but he held you firmly where you were.
“Lemma help, mama… please.”, he pleaded against your neck, breathing heavily. “Lemme make it better.”
You winced again at his hands, as gentle and wonderful as they felt, and seriously considered telling him off. But the desperation in his voice plus the warmth of his hand on your swollen breast gave you pause.
He stood up, nudging his nose against yours, his eyelids heavy and he whispered please again. You nodded and he led you to the couch.
Once you were seated, he went to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels, and put them beside you. He leaned down, holding himself above you with his hand on the back of the couch. He kissed you, and you could tell he was holding himself back as he did. He released your lips and pressed his forehead against yours.
“Fuck, Mouse, you look so good like this…”, he panted as he stood up. “I’m gonna help…”
He dropped to his knees between yours and pushed your shirt up over tour belly, kissing and mouthing his way up. You watched him with wide eyes, and it dawned on you what he was planning.
“Frankie? What are you gonna-“
“Gonna make it better, mama… gonna help you.”, he grunted again, pushing your shirt your breasts and pulling it over your head.
He sat back on his heels and looked you over with a ravenous ferocity in his eyes.
“Fuck... yes, mama... look so good...”, he groaned, his hands going to your swollen middle. “No idea what it does to me to see you stretching out your shirts because you're so full of my baby... tits looking amazing....”
He dove his face forward, kissing your belly again, moving up to mouth your nipple through the jersey knit fabric of your bralette. It felt amazing, but also completely confusing and overwhelming. The only time Frankie had expressed this much admiration for your swollen body was when he was drunk; he would get handsy and needy and would whine and beg you to ride him or let him fuck you in front of a mirror so he could see you. He was never this demanding and gropey and domineering. This was new and you were not mad at it.
“Frankie...”, you whined as you panted when he nipped just a bit too hard at your breast. “Please! They’re so sore... please be gentle!”
“I know... I know, mama... I’m gonna help.”, he cooed, sucking your nipple lightly through your bralette.
You sucked in your breath and your hand went to his head, gripping his hair, and you winced as he added pressure with his hand to your other breast, causing it to leak a bit. When he felt the warmth of your milk saturate your bralette, he sat back and stared. His pupils were so blown out, you could no longer differentiate where his irises were, and his eyes were fixed on your clothed, leaking breast.
“Frankie... are you gonna...?”, you asked quietly through heavy breathing.
His eyes didn’t move as he nodded slowly and licked his lips. His hands came up and pulled your bralette off, releasing your heavy breasts, and his mouth immediately grasped one of your nipples and sucked. You let out a breathy whine and once again gripped his hair, this time with both hands. The pinch and pull of him sucking to get your milk moving was almost too much until you felt a release. You sighed at the relief that washed over you and Frankie groaned as milk spurted into his mouth.
He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of milk, grunting as he suckled, despite his belly already being full from his big dinner. He didn’t care about the ever-tightening feeling in his middle; his mind had a singular focus and that was what he had in his mouth.
When he felt like he couldn’t get more from that breast, he released your nipple and licked it, looking up at you with dark eyes and panting. He moved over to your other breast, now leaking even more, and nudged it with his nose and his tongue darted out, licking up the escaped milk.
“Jesus... Mouse... you taste so fucking good...”, he grunted as he lapped up the warm liquid. His voice sounded deep and primal, like your weeping tits had unlocked some deep seeded need Frankie hadn’t tapped into yet.
You locked eyes with him again and he made a low growl as he pulled your nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it greedily.
You leaned forward a bit and one of your hands slid down, looking for his hard cock, but his belly was in the way. You knew he was full before, but now his belly would rival yours. It felt tight and as your fingers rubbed and prodded him, and you felt his body move as he rutted his hips.
“Poor baby... bet your dick is just aching... but you’re too big for me to get it... I can feel how full you are, Frankie baby... belly’s getting big... but you like this, don’t you... getting fat because you put a baby in me... that’s it... good boy...”, you cooed, stroking his hair.
A low moan emanated from Frankie and his grip on your thighs tightened and he panted through gulps. When he finally drained the second breast, he sat back, and you released his hair. He looked like he was in another realm of existence, with milk dripping down his chin and his eyes blown out. He was panting and fell back and laid on the floor, his extremely full belly prominently jutting out above him and groaned.
It took some work, but you got up off the couch, pulled on your sweater, and stood above Frankie, gently rocking back and forth, rubbing your belly.
“Baby... your belly’s bigger than mine right now.”, you smiled, nudging his lovehandle gently with your foot and noted the wet patch on the crotch of his sweatpants. You grinned, knowing exactly what that was.
He lifted his head and looked at his swollen middle and dropped it back down again. “Fuck, I’m full.”, he groaned and closed his eyes.
“I’d get on the floor and give you a belly rub, but...”, you grinned, motioning to your baby bump. “We both don’t need to be stuck on the down there.”
Frankie huffed a laugh, his eyes opening as he looked up at you. “How are your boobs?”
“Much better, thank you.”, you chuckle, as he struggles to lug himself upright.
Once he stands up, you can see his back arching to accommodate the weight in his belly. You reach forward and rub his tummy and smile.
“Kinda over did it, huh?”, you asked, giving him a pat and leaning towards him to press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”, he murmured as smiled and splayed his hand on your belly, feeling your little one moving around.
“So, you came in your pants, huh?”, you said pointedly with an eyebrow raised.
He huffed a laugh, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and pulled you to his side. “Yeah... I came in my fucking pants.”
“Sucking on my tits was so good that you came in your pants? You kinky bastard...”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah... ”, he grinned, nudging you towards the bedroom and swatting at your backside.
You stopped and grinned, biting your lower lip, as you felt his belly press into your back, and he wrapped his arms around your middle.
“Watch your mouth... carrying my baby can only save you from so much, Mama.”, he growled into your ear as he guided you down the hallway and int your bedroom.
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Friday Fight Night
Chapter Four of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Five
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 3.4K
Chapter Overview: You help Benny and the guys get ready for FFN.
Notes: this chapter is just a bit shorter than what i usually like to post, but i didn't have a lot of time to write this week & i'm actually content with where i ended it ! sometimes u just have to stop a little short so u don't just start typing random shit to meet a bullshit word count u give urself u know? i updated the tag list so if i missed u PLZ LET ME KNOW & i will add u asap !! well as usual...my asks are always open & happy reading <3
*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*
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Why is this so difficult? It's just like every other day at work, except for the fact that it's not. You have been standing in front of your closet for a good 10 minutes now just looking at your clothes. Suddenly nothing seems good enough to wear. Maybe something would be good enough if you knew how to dress for a fight. Should you wear workout gear? No, you weren’t the one fighting. Should you wear a tank top and a tennis skirt? Probably not if it gets as rowdy as Benny says it will.
“Just pick a fucking outfit, you idiot.” You chastise.
After yet another once over of your closet you pick out a worn, white t-shirt with an image of Speed Racer on it. It had definitely seen its glory days years ago when you were still in college. If it worked then, it should work now. You take it off its hanger, along with some jeans, and put it all on. You’re tying your shoes when your phone chimes next to you.
???: Hey, we will be getting to the gym around closing time. Are you staying to help Benny set up?
???: Oh, this is Frankie BTW
Seeing his name on your screen makes your chest tighten with excitement. You obviously gave him your number so he could text you, but now it feels so real. Something about Frankie texting ‘BTW’ makes you giggle to yourself as you sit on the floor.
You: Yes, I figured I would make myself useful. No point in going home since the fights start at 10:00 P.M. and I might lose my parking spot.
You have to set your phone down before you overthink the most basic text you have ever sent in your life. Just for good measure, you leave it on your bed while you go into the bathroom. Despite your best efforts to remain nonchalant about the whole situation, you find yourself putting on a little more makeup than usual. By the time you have wrapped up and returned to your room an unread text is waiting for you.
Frankie: Good thinking. See you tonight then.
The rest of your morning has a bit more pep in it than before.
***
Your day at the gym passes by as usual. The only two exceptions were a truck load of last minute Friday Fight Night tickets sales and then compliments on how the gym was smelling. You made a mental note to smack Benny upside the head for throwing such a temper tantrum about it. In between customers you found yourself checking your phone more than you regularly do. You told yourself that it was just because you were excited about the fights and were counting down the minutes and not because you were hoping to receive another text from Frankie. Unfortunately, lying to yourself never really works out.
In an effort to keep yourself occupied, you answer emails from people that are applying for a gym membership, make laps around the gym to see if you need to replace any of the wipes used to clean the machines, and collect all of the dirty towels for a load of laundry. Much to your dismay, these tasks don’t take very long to complete. By 3:30 P.M. you reluctantly slink back to the front desk where the single most unwanted guest is waiting.
“There she is! My favorite receptionist! I’m still interested in knowing your name, darlin’.”
“Good afternoon, Brunson.” You plop yourself down in your chair and pull up the schedule on the computer. “Just working out today? I don’t see that you’re with Benny.”
“You caught me. I want to make sure that I’m in good shape when I fight in a few weeks time.”
For a few blissful seconds you allow yourself to indulge in the idea of Brunson getting clocked, hard, right in the jaw.
“Well, enjoy yourself.” You scan his card quickly in an attempt to move him on his way.
“I always do so when you’re here.” He clicks his tongue at you while he walks past your desk.
“God, he’s insufferable.” You mumble to yourself.
It’s 4:00 P.M. when Benny finally ventures up to the front lobby with you.
“Where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you all day, man.”
“Because you haven’t,” He covers his face with his hands and whines into them before coming back up for air. “At first I couldn’t find where the white board I used to write out the fightin’ pairs was. Then there was somethin’ wrong with the beer delivery and they kept me out back for fuckin’ ever. That isn’t even coverin’ all the one on one sessions I've had today or the ones I’m still goin’ to have.”
It’s breaking your heart to see how stressed out he’s getting with all of the things he has to juggle today. You get out of your chair, walk over to him, and rub on his shoulder comfortingly.
“It’s going to be alright, Benny. I’m staying after work to help you set up and Frankie told me that the guys are coming to help around closing too. You won't be in this alone for much longer.”
He places both of his hands on his hips and exhales deeply.
“Thank you,” You can see the earnestness in his eyes. “I really appreciate it.”
“Of course. That’s what friends are for, right?”
He smiles down at you from his 6’2 frame and before you can move he pulls you in for a deadly tight hug.
“Benny!” You can’t stop laughing. “Let me go this fucking instant!”
“Friends like hugs from other friends, right?” He yells over your incessant protesting.
“I’m going to kill you, you know that?!” Your tone of voice doesn’t even sound remotely serious.
Eventually you get him to unlatch himself from you so the two of you can finish up the work day in order to prepare for this evening.
***
You stand back proudly and admire all of your handiwork. Benny put you in charge of setting up the beer table, so set up the beer table you did. You designed a poster to hang on the wall above the table so people would be able to clearly see their options and their respective prices. You set a long, metal tub in the center of the table and filled it halfway with ice. Then you made a little arrangement out of the beer and poured the last half of the ice on it to keep it cold. The cash box was fully stocked and set to the side. All in all, you did a pretty good job. Thankfully, one of Benny’s regulars volunteered to work it this evening.
“All done over here!” You call over to Benny. “How’s the sign coming?”
You watch in horror as he stands up to reveal a barely legible fighting roster. He must have seen your face flounder when you looked at it because he just tosses the dry erase marker over to you and crosses his arms.
“Oh, Benny I-”
“I know it looks bad. I’ve never had a knack for all this creative shit.”
You squeeze his hand as you pass him while heading to the white board. He slides over the roster that has been printed on paper for you to use as your guide. You’re so engrossed with your new task that you don’t notice when the guys come in around 8:30 P.M..
“You sure are givin’ Benny a run for his money this evenin’. The place hasn’t looked this put together in…well ever.” That sugary, sweet southern drawl could only belong to one man.
“Thank you, Will!” You toss over your shoulder.
“Aw screw you, dude. Maybe it would have been if y’all had gotten here when y’all said you would.” Benny notes.
“Blame Fish.” Pope snickers. “He couldn’t find the perfect outfit.”
That got your interest peaked. You turn around to look at what Frankie is wearing. Regular work boots, soft looking denim jeans, a black undershirt, a worn blue button up with the top few buttons left undone, and finally his cap- oh god he’s looking at you. If you had been a smarter woman, you would have noticed that two thirds of the group standing behind you were looking at your sign. That damned one third of the group was watching you trail your way up his whole body. He’s like an oak; completely unwavering as you take him in.
“Well, I like it. ” You squeak out as you turn your attention back to the roster. “Now why don’t you guys go make yourselves useful and help Benny?”
You hear a unified ‘yes ma’am’ come from behind you followed by the scattering of three pairs of feet. There truly isn't anything more sexy than men who can follow orders.
All five of y’all work tirelessly for the next hour to get everything finished before the doors open to the public. When you cross off the last item on your to-do list, you decide that you have earned a drink. You sneak over to the beer table and open one of the coolers that you set up behind it that contains the excess bottles. Much to your dismay, the bottle caps don't twist off like you originally thought. You’re on your knees looking around in the extra bags and praying that Benny had the foresight to get a bottle opener when Frankie walks up next to you.
“Lose something?”
“Just my dignity trying to locate the stupid fucking bottle opener.”
He laughs jovially as he extends his hand to help you up. You take it and sheepishly hand him your bottle when he motions for it. The two of you walk around to the front of the table and you watch as he easily takes out his keys and pops the cap open with a bottle opener he had attached to them. You notice that instead of tossing the cap in the trash he places it back in his pocket along with his keys. Right when he starts to hand the drink back to you he pulls it back towards him.
“Hey! What gives?”
“I have to test it to make sure it isn’t poisonous or something.”
“Oh my god, you dick.” You lean back on the table behind you.
“You won’t be saying that when I save your life.” He takes a small sip and passes it over to you. “Nope. It’s not poison. You’re in the clear.”
Now it’s your turn. You turn to look out at the gym while you take a drink of your well deserved reward.
“Wait,” You look over at Frankie. “What if it's a slow acting poison and now we are both infected? I guess you have to stay here and finish this with me so we can go out together.”
He leisurely reclines next to you on the table and takes the bottle in his hand when you offer it to him. “That's some pretty sound logic. I can’t argue with that.”
You try to stop yourself, but you watch as he brings the frosty glass to his pouty lips. They look more pink than usual against the dark color of the bottle. His hands make the beer bottle look so much smaller than it really is. Your eyes wander to that nose you’re so fond of. God, what would it feel like on your clit as he ate his fill of you? Now that you’re closer to him you’re able to see the gray that's intricately woven into his beard and hair. Would it tickle the inside of your thighs when he buried his face in your pussy? Feelings you haven’t had for a man in a long time rock through your body the further you sink into your fantasy. Drifting even further, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the chilled liquid. You want to decorate the sensitive skin with blossoming purple marks.
“What?” He’s looking at you now. “Do I have something on my face?”
“No,” You say almost breathlessly. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hog it all.”
“I would never.” The low baritone of his voice reverberates through you.
Benny, thankfully, yells from across the gym at the both of y’all before you do something questionable.
“Hey, lazy asses! It’s showtime!”
You and Frankie both let out a breath neither of y’all realized you were holding. He looks down at his watch and then faces his friend with a mild look of annoyance.
“It’s 9:30, man. It’s just the boxers and the ring girls coming in right now.”
You notice that Frankie’s body immediately tenses up after he says this. Confused, you look over at Benny who has eyes as bright as the sun and is making a beeline towards you.
“I’m sorry.” Frankie whispers down to you. “I’m so sorry.”
“Benny? What are you-?”
“I have a proposition for you.” He says while gripping both sides of your arms. “Do you wanna hear it?”
“I don’t think I have a choice by the look of things.”
“Please be my ring girl.” He gasps.
“Oh my god.” You let your head roll back. “Benny, are you serious right now?”
“Don’t say no yet. Just think about it before you decide.”
You roll your head over to face Frankie and raise your eyebrows. You’re met with a shrug that is just as innocent as his grin.
“Does this offer have an expiration date?” You inquire shifting your focus back to the man that currently has you in a vice grip.
“Just think about it.” He pleads.
“Fine, but I’m pretty sure I’m gonna say n-”
“La-la-la! I can’t hear you! La-la-la!”
“Don’t you have fighters to go hype up in the locker room?” Frankie cuts in.
“Nothin’ I hate more than when you’re right, Fish. Catch y’all in between the matches!”
With one final ‘think about it’, he bounds off into the locker rooms. All you can do is laugh hysterically at what just transpired. Frankie probably thinks you have lost your mind with the way you are doubled over right now.
“Hey let us in on the joke, why don’t you?” Pope sits next to you on the table.
“I could use a good laugh as well.” Will adds blithely.
“What you two could use is a reality check.” you walk around the table and grab a beer for each of them. “God, I can’t believe him.”
You hand Will and Pope their drinks completely forgetting about taking the tops off. Fortunately, that didn’t stop them. Will snatches Pope’s beer out of his hand and positions the bottles where one has its cap resting just barely on the edge of the other's cap. Then he slams them down on his knee and Pope’s opens with ease. After he hands the open one off, he pops his own with a thick ring he’s wearing.
“I’m thoroughly impressed, Will. What the hell was that?”
“You just gotta learn to make due sometimes.”
Frankie and Pope both mutter ‘show-off’ under their breaths as Will explains to you the physics behind his little trick.
“Okay, now back to what Benny was talking about.” You adjust your stance so you can better face the group. “Are y’all in on this? This ‘ring girl’ shit?”
“Can’t say it wouldn’t be fun though.” Pope prods his finger at you.
“Oh, yes I can.” You say swatting at him.
“You know, Benny. Once he sets his mind to somethin’ he’s pretty determined to see it through.”
“That doesn’t even begin to answer my question, Will.” You groan as you take the beer from Frankie’s hand.
The movements between y’all are so natural, so fluid that it feels like something you have been doing for years. You see Pope, almost in shock, watch you as you take a drink.
“Can I get some of that?”
“No way, man.” You shelter the bottle against your body. “Three is a crowd and you literally have an open one in your hand.”
“Will’s right,” Frankie reasons with you. “Benny is as one track minded as they come.”
“Tell him to get on another track then.”
“How about this?” Pope counters. “You go into the locker room with Benny and see what it takes to be a ring girl. Then and only then will he accept your answer of ‘no’ if that’s still what you want.”
“If that will get him off my case then that's fine with me.”
You start to turn towards the locker room doors when a blue sleeved arm reaches over your shoulder and plucks the beer from you.
“Hey, give that back!”
“I just want to make sure you don’t hog it all.” Frankie’s tone is thick with sarcasm.
“I would never.” You grin.
Pope waits until you have cleared the locker room doors before he whacks Frankie in the shoulder. Unfortunately, Frankie doesn’t see it coming because he is too busy hoping to catch one more glimpse of you.
“If that's how you act around women you think are ‘just cool’ then I’m terrified to see how you act around women you actually like.”
“The fuck was that for? And the fuck are you talking about, man?” He massages the spot where Pope smacked him.
“Will, please tell me you aren’t as blind as he is?”
“Sorry, Fish. I see it too.”
“See what?”
“That you look like a goddamn catfish whenever you look at her! Eyes all big and mouth agape.”
“I do not.” Frankie mutters.
“Come on.” Pope folds his arms across his chest. “You think she’s cute.”
“What are we in middle school? You’re being ridiculous. Will?”
“I’ll be honest, I wanna know too.” He flashes that signature boyish Miller smile.
All Frankie can do is laugh nervously while he removes his cap and runs his fingers through his hair. He knows that he’s in the middle of a losing battle and that he’ll have to concede. They are going to be ecstatic that a woman other than Rochelle has caught his eye. Especially when it's a woman that meshes so naturally with their group. No, what’s stopping him is that a part of himself wants to keep it a secret. To have something that is just his. No prying eyes, no unwanted advice, no consequences, and no one else has to get hurt but him. As soon as the acknowledgement of his affection for you falls from his lips, it's real. As selfish as it sounds, he wants to keep you at arms length. He feels like everything he touches breaks and he doesn’t want you to become the next casualty. You wouldn’t want him if you knew the truth about the things he has done. But then you smile or laugh and he can feel himself falling deeper and deeper into his delusions of grandeur.
“Well, if you don’t like her then maybe I’ll ask her out.”
“No, you won't because,” Frankie puts his cap back on. “I think she’s cute. Are y’all happy? I like her.”
“Atta boy, Fish!” Will cheers.
“I knew it!” Pope says as he pulls Frankie in for a hug. “She’s a good one, man.”
“I know she is. I just don’t know if I’m going to do anything about it right now.”
Will’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “Why’s that?”
“I don’t want to fuck it up. To drag her into the shit show that is my life. I don’t even know if she feels the same way either!”
The two other men nod in understanding. Frankie takes a sip of the drink he stole from you and sighs as he looks up at the ceiling.
“All I know is…is that I like her.”
“Shh!”
“Pope, you were the one that wanted to talk about this!”
“Shut the fuck up! She's coming!”
“Y’all ready? I’m going to open the doors for everyone!”
The three of them use the time it takes you to unlock the doors and arrive back in order to regroup from their previous conversation.
“Did you,” Will clears his throat. “Did you like the view back there? See a future in being Benny’s ring girl?”
“I like the view from right here, thank you very much.”
“So,” Pope rubs his hands together. “Who ready to see some dudes get the shit beat out of them?”
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Reader x Natasha (enemies)
Just a one-shot I thought of today 😊
You waited until everyone was doing their usual friday evening activities until you left the compound . You did this every friday, and usually, nobody would question you . Most knew you would disappear for a couple of hours and then return, but a certain red head was more curious than others .
"Where are you going?" Nat questioned when she caught you about to go out the door "uh just out for a while , I'll see you later, " you left ,not giving the older woman another chance to question you .
Something wasn't sitting right with Natasha from the moment she noticed your weekly excursions , she hadn't followed you yet, but only because she thought she would be able to interrogate it out of you .
Monday morning came and you were all rudely awoken by Fridays announcement
"Mr Start requests you all in the conference room , immediately!"
You wiped the sleep from your eyes and threw on a pair of joggers and a hoodie and shuffled your way down the hall and into the elevator , taking it to the first floor where Tony was waiting . As you all filled the room he spread his stern expression around the room
"Shield has been compromised , we suspect hydra but this only could've happened from the inside" He started "which means we have a mole , Bruce and Maria pinpointed the location of the device used to hack our systems and it came from this building which means there's just over a hundred personel that need to be backround checked , quickly and violently"
Natasha looked towards you , her expression cold . She spoke up, not taking her eyes off you. "y/n where do you go every week , same day , same time " you rolled your eyes at the widow .
Of course she suspects you
"I'm not the mole," you answered swiftly, "then answer the question." Nat pushed . You began to get irritated by her persistent pushing "none of your business romanoff," you snapped
Eyes started to turn and land on you , Wanda attempted to read your mind, but you blocked her. "Stay out of my head, Wanda," you warned , still glaring at Natasha, who had her arms crossed .
"Y/n isn't the mole," Bruce defended , trying to help you out, but it only raised more questions. "You know where she goes ? Well, spill the tea, Banner. " Tony teased, but Bruce shook his head "its nothing bad , trust me, she's definitely not hydra, and it's not important"
"Okay, what the hell is going on here?" Steve interrupted. "Run me through all your systems. You'll find nothing but my decade-long commitment to shield " you butted in , standing up abruptly and walking towards the door "even better , ask Fury . he will tell you exactly what I have" you made sure to look directly at Natasha before finishing "it's none of your fucking business" .
Anger flowing through your veins, you needed to leave and so you did . You got into your car and drove to your safe place , the place you sneak off to every week .
Home
You hadn't expected Natasha to slip out of the meeting and follow you , you honestly wouldn't expect any of the team members to stoop so low but here you were , being tailed by the red headed assassin .
Natasha parked across the street when she saw you park outside a house and get out , she watched you walk to the door and knock . she rolled down her window foe a better view and when the door open she was surprised to see a young girl jump into your arms and a woman around your age hug you and invite you in .
You had a family ...a secret family
Natasha made sure she wasn't made and left as quick as she arrived , feeling guilty she followed you but also very interested to know why you were so adamant about hiding your family , plenty of the team have loved ones .
You didn't stay away from the compound long , knowing you would eventually have to go back and help find out who the mole is . Walking into the shared kitchen / living room area in the compound and making your way over to the fridge for a drink Natasha spoke up from her seat at the island beside Sam
"Listen, y/n , I'm sorry for giving you the third degree earlier .. I should've trusted you." You could see she was genuine, so you nodded in acceptance of the apology . As you were walking out of the room, your phone rang , a familiar number .
"Hey , did I leave something behind?" You were cut off by a man's voice "y/n y/l/n .. Oh, how I've waited to hear your voice again. " You froze , recognising the voice immediately "
"You know , you're very hard to find ..if it weren't for your red-headed teammate, I would've never found them, but oh well , thanks for keeping such good care of them for me"
The line went dead and you saw red , your entire body fizzing with anger . You marched over to Natasha and in one swift motion turned her chair , grabbed her by the jacket and lifted her into the air to slam her body down against the kitchen island
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO" You screamed at the shocked woman beneath you , Nat tried to pull your arms off her but your super soilder strenght had the upper hand , Sam and Scott rushed to grapple you and get you off the red head but you had changed your grip to her throat "YOU FOLLOWED ME AND NOW HE HAS THEM , THEY ARE GONE BECAUSE OF YOU" you picked her up and threw her to the floor . You pushed both men off you once Tony , Steve and Bruce ran into the room hearing the commotion.
Steve helped Natasha tk her feet who was struggling to catch her breathe "what the hell happened here!" Tony shouted , looking between the two of "your precious black window has just killed the only people important to me!" You spat . Bruce's eyes widened "no" he whispered "what do you mean?" Steve pressed further "she followed me ! SHE FUCKING FOLLOWED ME AND SHE WAS FOLLOWED You fucking-YOU-FUCK!"
You began to panic , running your hands through your hair , pacing the room . Wanda rushed to your side to try to calm you "my family , hydra has my family" you croaked out , tears threatening to spill , and he will kill them unless he gets me" you added , finally dropping to the ground to sob into your knees . Natasha stood , tears in her own eyes , feeling sick to her stomach and sick to regret for what she just caused .
After the team gave you time to calm yourself , you all gathered in the conference room "I need to know more y/n if we are going to find your family" Tony said sympathetically . You took a deep breathe , you were about to uproot a passed you had long buried "Baron Strucker is my father , those two girls are my sisters , Malia and Lyla . Eighteen and six years old" you shot Natasha a glance and the colour was all but drained from her face "fifteen years ago shield stormed a hydra base in the mountains of Germany , Strucker had already injected me with super soilder serum , hoping I would fight on his side but I took my girls and I ran ..straight into the arms of shield"
"You gave your location away" Steve assumed "yes , he experimented on me from when I was eight years old until the breach . I knew he was going to do the same to my sisters and i couldn't let him ..they were just kids"
Wanda reached across the table and held your "so were you" You cleared your throat and continued "Fury faked our deaths and sent confirmation to struckers pack of dogs , it's been quiet but a month ago I got a tip that there was agents in America, his agents . So every week I've been visiting and preparing them but he must have caught them off guard , god um" you chocked back the sobs "please Tony , the things he will do to them , they won't survive"
Tony nodded and with the help of Bruce and shield they managed to track a location in New York that hydra had been spotted around an empty warehouse "okay let's go" Steve said , standing "y/n" Natasha called , trying to grab your hand but you pulled it away "make no mistake , I will have your back out there but once I get my girls , I'm done with you . I will never forgive you for this"
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Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)
Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader
Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.
Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer’s Note: I wanna have Aizawa's kids. That is all. -Jazz
Read on AO3 here!
Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.
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FOUR.
When the holy Sunday makes its grand arrival, Aizawa is up early and going hard in the faculty dorms’ gym.
He usually is up past 6 AM to get started with his gym regime, starting with weights and bench presses, doing several rounds of cardio, and then ending with a cool-down session to stretch out his tired muscles. He likes coming here in the early mornings on weekends especially since no one is up yet and he has free range of the machines offered in the little gym.
It also gives him time to focus hard on his exercise and training–something other than you. He ends his gym round earlier than usual though due to some plans later today that involves a very special girl.
When he finally finishes stretching out his tired limbs from hours of squats, weight-lifting, and running on the cardio, he takes a cool towel that is offered near the door, sitting in a mini fridge along with orange slices and water bottles. Then, as he uncaps his Hydro Flask of water, he walks out of the private gym to head back to his dorms.
As he makes it upstairs, he doesn’t count on seeing Nemuri standing at his door, looking distressed and not at all her bright and bushy-tailed self. Aizawa’s stomach drops immediately, all the positivity he was feeling prior to leaving the gym gone.
“Nemuri?” he asks, immediately hurrying over to her.
She turns to him and he sees that she’s been crying–her eyes are wet and red. “Oh, Shouta!” she shouts, immediately meeting him across the hall. “Thank Goodness, you’re here! I tried calling you, but you never answered so I just came up to see you.”
“I keep my phone off when I’m in the gym,” Aizawa explains, worried about her. She looks awful–she is still in her lacey camisole and shorts along with specialty-made Mirko the Rabbit Hero slippers; her hair is limp and unkempt, the usual bounce of lively curls not in them.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, concerned. Was there a villain attack? Is it one of the students or their friends? Maybe something is wrong with Mic? His anxiety begins to take over his body, causing his heartbeat to accelerate.
“Have you seen Y/N anywhere since last night?” Nemuri questions, desperation in her eyes. His eyebrows furrow in confusion. “No, not since Friday,” he answers after backtracking his week. “Why? Is she okay?”
“I can’t find her!” Nemuri sobs. Now Aizawa’s anxiety is through the fucking roof. You’re missing? “What do you mean you can’t find her?” he asks. “Doesn’t she live on the same floor as you?”
“Yes, but she never came home last night,” Nemuri continues, getting increasingly more upset the more she talks. “She never told me where she was going, but she always texts me any time she gets back into her dorm at night. When I called this morning, she never answered, so I went to visit her and…”
She pauses, her lip trembling. “She wasn’t here!” she wails. “Oh, what if she’s in trouble? What if she’s hurt? What if–”
“Okay, okay, relax,” Aizawa soothes her, putting a hand on her shoulder. But even he can’t soothe himself–the anxious roiling in his stomach is a testament to how worried he is of you now. He didn’t know you went out at night like that. “Is this a regular thing for her to do?” he asks.
Nemuri nods, lashes wet and bottom lip quivering. “Then if that’s the case, she probably got caught up with something or maybe her phone died.”
“I’m just so worried for her, Shouta,” Nemuri sighs, looking like she may faint. “I know the campus is relatively safe for us staff, but outside of here is a different story!”
Aizawa goes to say more to try and comfort his friend, but the beep on his phone stops him. He looks down, finding the reminder he set for his plans today: pick up Eri for lunch.
He sighs, pocketing his phone. “Look, I gotta go,” he says, squeezing Nemuri’s hand. “I’ll keep an eye out for Y/N and let you know if I see her, but if she does this normally, she’s a big girl and can take care of herself.”
Nemuri nods and thanks him with a tight hug before she walks down the hallway to the elevator, quiet sobs leaving her mouth as she does. Aizawa’s heart sinks for his friend, and at the fact that you’re possibly missing.
Though he knows you’re a big girl and doesn’t know you from a can of paint except for you being a counselor, a college graduate, and an animal hybrid, he can’t help but feel highly concerned for your safety. Especially for a pretty thing like you. The streets can be hostile, especially at night.
He does his best to push the anxiety-fueled thoughts aside as he goes about his day. Once he’s inside his dorm, he strips himself of his tracksuit pants, loose tank, and sweat-soaked boxers, revealing his sweaty muscles touched with bruises and scars that have healed over the years.
After tossing them in the laundry basket in his closet, he steps into the bathroom to take a much-needed hot shower. He groans in pleasure as the hot water hits his tired, aching muscles; a nice reward for a great workout.
Afterward, he changes into a black tee and jeans to pair with his leather jacket and kicks. As he walks out of his bedroom to head out, he passes the closed bedroom door of the very special guest he’s had the honor of calling his own for the past year. A fond, adoring smile crosses his lips, the urge to see her pushing him to move his ass.
It only takes a walk across campus to the student dorms to make it to Hitoshi’s dorm. When he knocks, the tall, lanky yet muscled junior opens the door, looking extremely tired. Aizawa puts a finger to his lips, silencing Hitoshi, before slinking into his dorm and standing in the middle of the floor.
On Hitoshi’s couch sits his little Eri, vigorously coloring in her favorite pink sweater with a purple cat face on it and striped stockings, her off-white locks pinned back with barrettes that were probably Mirio’s doing to show off her cute little horn. When she looks up with those big crimson eyes Aizawa loves so much, she gasps. “Daddy!” she shouts as if she hasn’t seen him in years when in reality, it’s only been two days.
Ever since Aizawa agreed to do night patrols again, he’s been letting Eri stay in Hitoshi’s dorm to make sure she’s supervised. Eri proclaimed Hitoshi as her “stepbrother” since she first came to UA after being rescued from Overhaul. The entire school took a liking to her, leading to most of the students proclaiming themselves as her bodyguards.
Aizawa isn’t much better. Ever since he volunteered to care for Eri as she got acclimated to her new environment and to help her with her powers, he’s grown attached to the little girl. Now, he looks at the girl as his.
His little girl. His daughter. And nobody ever harms or touches what’s his.
“Hey, you,” he coos, filled with warmth when Eri runs to him and throws her little body into his arms. He squeezes her tight, nuzzling his nose into her white hair. “How’s my favorite girl, hm?” He looks around Hitoshi’s dorm, noticing the crayons littering his couch and the open box of Fruit Loops in his kitchen.
“Drivin’ me crazy,” the lavender-haired boy sighs. “She wouldn’t stop talking about this cat cafe you’re supposedly taking her to later.”
Aizawa glances down at a very-excited Eri and pulls away to give her a stern look. “Eri,” he criticizes. “What did we talk about? No annoying Hitoshi when he’s watching you.”
Eri continues to wiggle excitedly, her smile infectious. “Sorry, Daddy,” she whines. “I’m just so excited! Koa's Purrr Palace and Cafe is my favoritest place in the world!” Aizawa practically dies from her utter cutest. “Alright, you get a pass today, but only ‘cause it’s your birthday and you’re so darn cute.” He pokes her nose, earning a giggle.
He helps Eri clean up her things and packs them away in her leapfrog backpack before they head to the door, hand in hand. “Thanks, Shinso. I’ll take it from here.” Hitoshi nods, leaning against the door frame as Aizawa passes him $50 for his services. “See you, Eri,” he calls to the girl as he shuts the door.
“Bye, ‘Toshi!” Eri yells back in her cute little voice. She then looks up at Aizawa, her hand in his. “Can we go now, Daddy? Can we go now pleeeeease?”
Aizawa could gobble her up with how cute she is. How anyone could harm such an innocent soul is beyond him. “Alright, alright,” he sighs, defeated, “but be on your best behavior.” Eri squeals in excitement as they walk together out of the dorms and into the spring sun.
Koa’s Purrr Palace is by far one of Eri’s favorite places to exist in Musutafu. Aizawa will admit that the place is cute as hell: it serves as a rescue center for stray cats in the city and a cafe that serves the best coffee and sandwiches Aizawa has ever had. He found it by accident one day and didn’t know it was a cat cafe until he walked inside and the smallest tabby he’s ever seen tried to bite his boots.
“Koshi, cut it out!” Koa, the little old lady who owns the place, had sternly told the kitten. “No biting the guests!” She had offered Aizawa a free coffee and a $15 gift card as an apology, which led him to come back with Eri on the weekends. They’ve been regulars to the point where Koa and the staff know them by name.
As soon as they step into the cafe, Aizawa is hit with the scent of roasted coffee beans and the sweet aroma of baked bread that makes his stomach growl. One employee is busy serving two middle school girls their crepes while two other employees are cleaning the area, wiping off tables and booths. Aizawa swears he’s never seen so many cats in his life–everywhere he looks, there’s one lounging on a chair or playing in their cat tower, tiny meows filling the air.
If he could adopt all of them, he would.
Eri is in her world. Her big eyes flick from side to side of the room, drinking in the sight of cats galore. “Kitties!” she shouts a little too loudly, alerting one of the employees.
“Oh, Eri and Mr. Aizawa!” she greets them happily. “You’re just in time! Koa is in the back, but she told me to let you know we got a shipment for ice cream if you want our signature purrr parfaits.”
Eri gapes happily at her at the sound of her favorite parfaits. “Yes, please!” she enthusiastically replies, making the employee laugh. “We’ll take two, thanks,” Aizawa patiently replies, taking Eri’s hand. “And tell Koa thank you. C’mon, Eri; let’s sit down so the employees can do their jobs.”
They do so, taking a seat at a table near a cat tower where they watch two kittens play with each other, Eri giggling at them. A few minutes later, a short, old woman with silver-white hair cropped to her shoulders steps out from the back. She smiles at the sight of Aizawa and Eri. “Ah, there are my favorite customers!” she happily greets them.
“Hi, Ms. K!” Eri giggles, now petting one of the kittens. She’s gentle and careful as the kitten rubs its head into her hand. Aizawa could die from the cuteness.
“Good afternoon, Shouta,” Koa says, smiling down at him. “Still no girl on your arm?”
Aizawa blushes beneath his scarves, doing his best to hide his face. “Koa, you know I’m too busy to date with this one in my hair.” He nods at Eri who is now playing with three other kittens, flinging a feathered toy around.
“That’s no excuse!” Koa playfully argues. “I happen to know many fine-looking young women who love single dads.”
Once again, Aizawa turns a bright red and adverts his eyes, making the old lady laugh. He swears that every single person he knows asks him why he isn’t in a relationship yet. It isn’t like he’s against the dating scene, but between caring for Eri, teaching his classes, working as a pro, and fiending over you, Aizawa knows he’s too busy to date.
“Well, being tied up with your little girl is all the more reason to find a nice lady to help you out,” Koa chuckles. “Or you could always just visit here. Animals make great company; especially as pets. Our adoption rates have just been shooting through the roof lately.”
Eri whips around, her white hair flying. “Pets?” she asks, wide-eyed. “You mean we can adopt the kitties here too?!”
Koa gives a bellied laugh while Aizawa shakes his head. “Eri, we’ve gone over this: no animals are allowed in the dorms. You know that Nezu is paranoid.” Eri gives him a cute little scowl, her bottom lip poking. “No pouting either,” Aizawa sternly says.
As stubborn as the girl is, Eri knows the rules. Principal Nezu is serious about dorm rules, especially having pets. Aizawa can understand since Nezu is a mouse–every animal is scary to him, but cats? That’s probably a nightmare.
“Aww, it’s okay, Eri, dear,” Koa laughs. “Nothing a good parfait and some playtime can’t cure.”
Koa winks at the little girl as one of the employees comes to their table holding two delicious-looking parfaits: vanilla ice cream and spongey cake at the bottom of the glasses topped in whipped cream, strawberries, waffle cones, and chocolate syrup that drizzles over the glass rims. Eri thanks the employee as she grabs hers, already digging in.
“Go on and have fun!” Koa urges, motioning around the cafe like it’s Eri’s playpen…which it is.
For the next fifteen minutes, Aizawa watches Eri as she runs around the cafe while Koa and the employees work, serving others drinks and tending to the cats. During, Aizawa spends time eating his parfait, scrolling through his phone, and letting one of the cats toy with his scarf. ‘So damn cute,’ he thinks, cursing Nezu for that stupid pet rule. He wouldn’t mind having a cat around his dorm to keep him company since dating is out of the question right now.
“Oh, they’re so cute!” Eri suddenly squeals. “Daddy, look at this one!”
Aizawa looks up, finding his daughter standing at the cat cages off to the side. A sign posted on the wall states that they are all available for playtime and adoptions. Eri is busy staring into the cage of a teeny black cat curled up on a plush blanket, sleeping soundly.
“Eri,” he sighs, striding over to the overexcited child, “leave the cat alone. It’s sleeping right now, so…”
But as he gets closer and closer to the cat, his words die in his throat. He doesn’t understand why or what kind of feeling he’s feeling as he stares down at it, but it renders him speechless.
“Oh, her!” Koa says from the back counter, wiping down some spilled coffee. “She came in last night. Poor baby had an injured paw when I found her, so I brought her in.” She tuts at the kitty. “She must’ve been exhausted; she’s been sleeping the whole day.”
Aizawa continues to stare wordlessly at the cat, a warm feeling tingling inside of him. It’s just a regular-looking, short-haired black cat with one of its paws wrapped in a bandage, but Aizawa can’t help but feel like there is something more to the kitty; something special. He stares at it and feels as if he’s met this specific cat before.
Realizing how he probably looks right now–like an idiot–, he quickly steers Eri away from the cage. “Let’s not bother her, baby,” he gently says. “Let’s play with the two down here. They look lively.” He points down at the cage where two long-haired kittens are wrestling with each other, tiny mews filling the air.
“Can we, Ms. Koa?!” Eri excitedly asks, bouncing on her feet. Koa is already walking over with a key to unlock the cage. “Of course, dear,” she giggles. “Just don’t wear yourself out too much before you eat the rest of your parfait.”
Aizawa swears he's never seen a kid so excited for some damn cats.
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Hello:-) please for your Spotify event can I request footloose with Eddie please? I was listening to a similar song today and thinking about Eddie being goofy in a cowboy hat at someones cowboy themed party and reader starts flirting with him by taking his hat and dancing with it
Cause the cowboy hat rule, right? If a lady is wearing a guys hat at the end of the night, it means she's going home with him? Idk I just picture Eddie drooling her cause of the boldness of it all
Sorry if you're not a fan of this, I just saw an opportunity to share my daydream
i am obsessed! and this gives me an excuse to write more "cowboy"!eddie so i am sooo here for it. took a little bit of creative liberty here but i hope you like it <3
no explicit warnings. small sexual reference. drinking.
Spotify Wrapped Blurb event > send in a request! (masterlist)
‘No. Absolutely not.’
Now, when you came up with the idea, you expected Eddie not to be very excited, but he had declined it before you could even finish explaining.
‘Oh, c’mon, Eddie. It could be really fun!’ You sat down next to him, eyes as big and innocent as you could make them, making your best friend feel some gnawing guilt in the pit of his stomach. But he kept strong.
‘It sounds just as fun as clawing my eyes out with a plastic fork.’
‘Ouch,’ you winced at the imagery, ‘no need to be dramatic. It’s only a hoedown.’
Eddie glared at you as if to say, ‘that’s exactly the reason to be dramatic.’ A fucking hoedown. You had thought it could be a great night out, dress up, dance, drink, what’s there not to like, but Eddie saw it a bit differently.
‘Forget it, I’m not doing it– no,’ as serious as he wanted to be, he cracked a smile through his determined words, seeing your face. ‘Seriously. No.’
‘Since when have you becomes such a stick in the mud?’ You crossed your arms.
‘Since you came here and are forcing me to get all dressed up like John Wayne or something.’ He could not keep a straight face at all.
‘I was thinking more like John Travolta- Urban Cowboy’ you immediately saw the lack of amusement on Eddie’s face, ‘ok, ok, I get it. Sorry. Look, you wouldn’t even have to dress up. We could just go and hang out– maybe dance a little…’ you added in the last part softly, but he heard you.
‘I don’t dance,’ Eddie was quick to remind you. And you knew that. Eddie Munson was not a dancer. Not because he couldn’t, the guy had great musicality to him, you were sure he could do some steps, but he simply refused.
‘Fine, then you can sulk in the corner?’
‘I hate you,’ was his response, to which you replied with a big and tight hug.
‘I love you too, Munchie.’
—
A week went by, and each day passed with you being sure to see Eddie walk up to you or call you up at home and wiggle his way out of the arrangement. Even on Friday, the night before the party, you expected him to make some excuse after Hellfire. Then on Saturday morning, you were sure to wake up to him telling you he had to cancel last minute.
But none of that happened. Instead, he arrived at your door 5 minutes early, giving you the shock of your life when you saw him standing on the porch. Here’s what the notorious metal freak Eddie Munson looked like that night, more or less:
His hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. He was wearing a dark red flannel, which you had almost not recognised given that, instead it being worn in its usual state of being thrown over a black band t-shirt, he had it buttoned up. He had also exchanged his ripped jeans for some bootcut denim to fit… yes, the black leather cowboy boots. All of that was pulled together by the worn-out cowboy hat on top of his hat. And, of course, his classic handcuff belt buckle, because, at the end of the day, this was still your Eddie.
Before you could ask him where he got the boots and hat from, Eddie explained: ‘Wayne let me borrow them.’
‘You look great,’ you said genuinely.
‘You don’t look too bad yourself,’ he smirked, and you looked down at your cherry-red boots and skirt. Eddie then added, ‘alright, let’s get this over with.’
‘Glad to see someone’s excited,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘Seriously, try to tone the excitement down a notch, huh?’ did a tiny part of you break at seeing just how much he hated it? Yeah, but did that break also heal at the thought that, despite him not enjoying it himself, he was still here for you? Absolutely. So, you grabbed him by the hand, squeezed it, and walked towards the car.
—
‘Sorry for being a dick,’ Eddie said, to your surprise, when he stopped the car in the parking lot, ‘I still want you to have a good time, and don’t want to ruin that, sorry.’
‘It’s alright,’ you said, straightening out the material of your skirt. ‘I appreciate that you went through the trouble of getting dressed up. It means a lot. And you do, it.’
Eddie scoffed, never being great at taking compliments from you. He then got out of the van and ran across to your side to open the door for you. The little action but the biggest smile on your face, and one you couldn’t quite explain.
You walked together to the community centre that had been redecorated to resemble an old barn for the party theme, including, somehow, the smell of hay.
When you got inside, you saw some people dancing already, attempting a line dance and failing miserably. Not that that ruined anyone’s fun.
‘It’s official,’ you heard Eddie mumble under his breath, ‘this is my personal hell.’ He chuckled, and you nudged him in the ribs as a warning.
‘C’mon, Grumpy, let’s get something to drink.’ and so you pulled him, right through the dancefloor, to the makeshift bar. Eddie got both of you a beer, and he leaned against the wall as he drank. He was settled, both physically and in mind. He wasn’t going anywhere, and for sure not to dance.
Naturally, as always, hanging out with Eddie was great, but you were a bit disappointed. Because, of course, there was a reason why you dragged him out there. A part of you had thought, that maybe once here, he would give in and share a dance with you. And maybe it was the too many fairytales you read as a kid; you thought that during or after that dance, something between you would click. Maybe he would realise something. Something you had felt for a long time about him…
Someone called out your name.
Your friend Louise popped up in front of you, waving frantically. You waved back to her, then glanced over to Eddie, noticing he had taken off his hat. Well, if he wasn’t going to wear it… and so, you quickly snatched it away from him. He just smiled and sipped his beer.
‘I’ll just go say hi to Louise,’ you explained.
You had thought you had overdone it with your outfit, but it was barely anything to compare to what Louise was wearing. A large and puffy dress, matching the size of her teased and hairsprayed blonde hair.
‘So glad you came!’ you grabbed you by the hand, involuntarily making you jump along with her enthusiastically. Yeah, it might have been her idea for all of you to attend this event. ‘And I see your cowboy showed up too,’ she looked over your shoulder at Eddie.
‘He’s not too happy,’ you frowned, ‘where’s Jack?’ and then asked after Louise’s boyfriend.
‘Of he had to get back to the car, forgot his glasses.’ She rolled her eyes at her man’s forgetfulness. ‘Should be back in a jiffy. But tell me– did anything happen yet between you and–’
‘No, and I don’t think anything will. Honestly, I was silly to think that he might feel the same way.’
‘Oh, honey,’ Louise pouted at your defeat.
‘It’s fine, I swear. Probably for the better, too. We’re good as it is.’
Something in Louise’s expression seemed to indicate she wasn’t too convinced, but then her smile quickly came back at the sight of another familiar face.
‘Marie!’ she shouted out, recognising one of her friends. ‘I told you about Marie, right? Honestly did not expect her to come– Hi!’ she wrapped her arms around the girl, who seemed slightly shell-shocked at the abrupt embrace. Once Louise released her, Marie shyly waved hello to you, an action you reciprocated.
The three of you talked a bit, joking around and checking out the people in the room. You constantly checked up on Eddie, who seemed rather content in his little corner. He always felt better away from the crowds.
Everything seemed fine for a while. You had made peace with the fact that the boy you had crushed on for the past who knows how many years had possibly no chance of liking you back, and you were having fun with your friends. Jack had finally returned (con glasses), and it all seemed just fine.
And then something happened. The whole interaction lasted perhaps less than a minute. A guy walked over to your little group. Introduced himself as Milo to Marie. Not to you, not really. Besides a polite smile, he had barely acknowledged you. And just like that, he had whisked Marie off to the dancefloor. A moment later, another guy walked up to chat up Louise, as if her boyfriend wasn’t right next to her! Yet you, single and most definitely ready to mingle, were considered invisible.
You tried to ignore it, pretend it didn’t affect you, but after the fourth person came to talk to Louise in the span of 10 minutes, you had had enough, and it showed all over your face. Not that you would admit it.
‘Are you alright, honey?’
‘Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.’ you bit at the inside of your cheek. Louise, having been your friend ever since both of you could remember, immediately knew that your words were not true.
‘What is it?’
‘I just didn’t realise all men were such jerks– not you, of course.’ you quickly turned to Jack, who smiled understandingly, but awkwardly. You quickly glanced back to Eddie, just to see he had found some of his own friends. They were all teasing each other’s costumes, so it seemed.
‘Oh,’ your friend got it, and her reaction pulled you back to where you were standing. ‘Don’t take it personally. They just all think you’re taken.’
‘Bullshit, you are literally here with your boyfriend and everyone’s been chatting you up.’
‘It’s the hat.’ Jack said, rather matter-of-factly
‘I don’t understand.’
‘When a girl were’s a guy’s hat, it’s kind of like a code that she’s taken.’
‘Claimed, so to speak, a sign to all the other fellas to back off,’ Louise said.
‘Oh.’ you reached up to touch the rim of your hat, but didn’t take it off.
‘I honestly thought you knew,’ your friend smiled.
‘No… sorry, can you guys give me a minute–’ and before they could respond, you made your way back to Eddie. He immediately smiled at your side.
‘Hey, having a good time?’ he asked.
‘Uh, yeah, yeah. Look, can we talk?’ You reached for his hand.
‘Sure,’ he turned to his friends, excusing himself. The two of you walked a few feet away.
‘You let me take your hat.’ You didn’t say it like a sentence, but it didn’t feel like a statement, either. To be honest, you weren’t sure where you were going with this conversation, and clearly, neither did Eddie.
‘Yeah, well, you took it, didn’t feel like it was worth to argue. Besides–’ he tipped the rim up with his knuckle, ‘you look good wearing it.’
The nice words immediately rushed to your cheeks, and you found yourself unable to keep eye contact with Eddie for a moment. Once you regained the ability, however, you continued your non-inquisitive interrogation.
‘You know what it means, though? When a girl wears a guy’s hat.’
‘I’m not a complete novice to cowboy etiquette.’ He chuckled.
‘So you just knowingly let me go out there and be ignored by every guy in the room.’ you didn’t know why that idea made you so angry since you were literally standing in front of the one man whose the attention you wanted.
‘Is this why you brought me here?’ he crossed his arms, an amused smirk on his lips, ‘to make me jealous?’
‘No, of course, not,’ you rolled your eyes before his words properly processed through your mind. ‘Wait– why would you be jealous?’
‘It’s not so nice to see guys constantly chat up the girl you like, is it?’ He pouted, and it only seemed to emphasise the sweet glimmer of his big brown eyes. You were dumbstruck for words, not sure what to say or do.
While you kept fighting your mind to say something coherent, Eddie closed in on you. His hand found your waist, and he slowly leaned in. Your body worked automatically in-sync, closing that final gap between your lips. It was soft, sweet, and simultaneously mind-blowing. You felt like you were spinning and turning upside down; the only thing helping you from floating away was his gentle hold on you.
Your, well, Eddie’s, hat got tipped to the side, so he straightened it out for you, smiling as he looked at it. Almost as if he was reminded of some kind of inside joke.
‘What’s up?’ you poked his shoulder.
‘Well, you know the saying, right?’
‘What saying?’ You blinked slowly, and so did Eddie at hearing you were unaware of what he meant.
‘The hat rule?’
‘Yeah, I know the hat rule. It’s a guy’s claim over the girl that wears his hat?’
‘Not exactly,’ he brushed some hair out of your face before bringing you back closer to him, chest to chest. ‘The saying goes something like this,’ he kissed the corner of your lips, ‘don’t steal a cowboy’s hat unless you’re prepared to ride him.’ And he continued his kisses down your neck.
‘Oh.’ Was all you could say, the shock being amplified by the feeling of Eddie’s lips on your skin, ultimately making you forget that you were still standing in a dance hall full of people.
‘Yeah, oh,’ Eddie chuckled. ‘So, how about it?’
‘Is this just an excuse for you to get out of here and not dance?’
‘Never,’ Eddie gasped, clutching at his heart. ‘But we don’t want to break the rules, do we?’
All you could do was laugh at his antics. ‘You owe me a dance, cowboy.’ And so, you let him lead the way back to his van.
the end.
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Nights At The Radio Station | Originshipping
If you ask Wallace, it's true that he is no stranger to odd calls every now and then. It's part of a radio host's work, after all.
The green light switched on, and from the corner of his eyes, Wallace sees his radio crew milling about around the room. Amber eyes meet his gaze — and here May is, sending him a quick wave before quickly turning back to her equipment. The other crew members are also working hard tonight — Brendan next to May, tongue stuck out in concentration, yet gaze still occasionally drifting to the girl next to him, secretly and with longing. Ah, to be young and in love, though Wallace supposes he is also not exactly in a position to complain.
Shaking his head, Wallace turns back to the mic before him. Three minutes more, and the night will fall once the green light turns up, and the studio will get running on their job. May and Brendan, for example, among a few others, are in charge of taking up listeners' calls before letting them through to the radio host — Wallace, in this case. Today's work is going to be rather relaxing compared to usual, for Saturdays are reserved for light chatting and music recommendations.
(And Wallace would not admit it, but Fridays are usually when the stories really go wild, what with it being labelled as 'for letting out all your heart's troubles and feelings' after all. Yesterday he had to listen to a fifteen-minute-call that detailed all the travails and ordeals worth of a person's life; and while he would always try his best to help his listeners no matter who they are, such a load of information at one time can be a little... exhausting.)
And the light switches on, and the crew give him many little smiles and warms up, and a smile naturally blooms on his face as he embraces the night with a hearty and blooming 'hello and good evening, my dear listeners!'. Time flows into words weaved into stories, and as it flows on, Wallace sits back on his chair and relaxes himself, feeling the many knots in his heart over the long week slowly untangle themselves away.
Perhaps it was this sense of ease and the fact that nothing too surprising has ever happened on Saturdays that led to Wallace letting down his guards.
The next call rolls in, and Wallace thinks he saw May widen her eyes for a split second in surprise before she presses the button to forward the call to him, hand covering her mouth in what could be a giggle. How curious. But he doesn't need to wonder for too long as the beeping sound rings out, which means the call has gone through. A smile comes naturally to the corners of his mouth (he loves doing his job, after all), and he greets his beloved caller with a hearty laugh: "Hello and welcome, my dear listener! May I ask what brought you here to us on this wonderous night?"
There is no respond. Worry starts creeping on his mind after a few seconds of listening closely and waiting. Has the connection been cut out? Is his caller lagging-
"Wallace." A warm, vaguely annoyed and deeply familiar voice rings out, and Wallace freezes. "Where did you leave my ring? I specifically told you to it on the bedside table before I went out this morning and now it's nowhere to be found."
Words get stuck in his throat for seconds that stretches seemingly to eternity. Shit, Steven's ring. The weight of that very same ring rests in his left pocket as if it did not just knock his world off its axis for one awkward moment. How does he convey that without sounding suspicious as fuck in front of his audience?
From the corner of his eye, he catches the director moving his hands in a flurry, signaling that he still has not spoken a word since. The mental image of Steven crossing his arms and tapping his shoe on the ground, the frankly cutest pout on his face crosses Wallace's mind as he visibly recomposes himself and leans into the microphone.
"Well, you see, dearest listener, the ring must have been mistakenly taken outside..."
"Dearest listener... hmph. New petname, I see. Isn't 'pampered prince' enough for you?" Someone in the room chokes, and Wallace feels like doing so too.
"In my defense, you are a little pampered."
"By who, I wonder." The voice cannot be dryer. "No dinner tonight for you."
"But you never cook, dear."
"I'm getting takeout." Yes, the voice can get dryer. "Don't forget the ring when you come home."
The call ends.
No one speaks for exactly five seconds. Then someone — probably Brendan — made a move towards the control board, and Wallace has to physically pick himself up for the second time in the span of five minutes as the next call goes through. At least his "Hello!" afterwards sounds natural enough.
After the Saturday's session finishes wrapping up and everyone bids their goodbyes, he tries to quickly leave the studio (and return to a very irritated dear person at home). May stops him dead in his tracks.
"Is that your roommate?" May whispers almost scandalously. Wallace decided to play dumb.
"Who?" Okay, maybe not that dumb.
"The person who called and talked about the- the ring, or- whatever that was. Was that your roommate?"
He would not exactly call Steven his roommate — more like his dearest lovely husband for two years and running strong now, with even more years of mutual pining before that — but Steven was the one who insisted on keeping their relationship a secret only to themselves, their dads and some other close friends. He was a relatively new celebrity when they first got married, and Steven did not want other people to think that his rise in fame is due to the Devon Corporation's money funding him from behind and not thanks to his incredible charisma — honestly, what happened to subtlety, Steven? Did he change his mind? Was he seriously angry? Why did Wallace forget to return his precious ring to its place? Oh, he might as well has fucked up their whole relationship! Sure he might be overreacting a little, he has always had a flair for drama, just leave him be — but the notion of Steven actually being angry at him refuses to leave his mind.
Alas, May is still waiting and the damage has already been done, so he just cracks a half-smile and nods curtly, trying to push through her to walk away. May just grins mischievously. Very foreboding.
"Roommates who also happens to use really cute petnames?"
"Good friends can also use petnames, you know."
May just chuckles and mumbles something along the line of "and historians call them roommates" — Wallace feels like he is being referenced without knowing what the reference is, but that is beside the point. He quickly waves goodbye and head towards the parking lots. He has more... important matters to deal with now.
Said more important matters is also sleeping on the living room couch when he gets home at the wee hours of two in the morning, his chest rising rhythmically in tandem with his breaths. On the table lies two boxes of takeouts, one still wrapped up nicely and one half empty, he could see it was his favourite — ah. Steven was not actually angry, then. Affections swell up in his heart like that of a boy on his first date as he kneels down besides the couch and tenderly presses his lips against the other's exposed forehead.
Steven stirred awake while Wallace gently holds up the other's hand resting on his stomach and return the missing ring to its place. He looks up to a pair of half closed eyes blinking up bearily at him, letting out some mumbled sleepy noises that sounds something like "welcome home", and Wallace feels his heart stepping one step closer to imploding at those words, the way it does everytime ever since they moved in together.
"I'm home." He brought the bony fingers up and pressed another kiss against it. The tired, yet honest grin that blooms on Steven's face melts all the worries of the diligent, professional Wallace away, leaving only the Wallace who cries over every cheesy romance movie and stays in the bed for five more minutes just to keep staring at his beloved's sleeping form. God, he loves his husband so much.
"Let's go inside, you will catch a cold like this." He gently lays rocks Steven back and forth. "Sorry about the ring, dear."
"It's fine, I didn't really mind." And then Steven swung his arms over his neck, and oh, Wallace's heart might have just actually imploded. "Carry me back to bed."
"Huh- Wait, my dear-"
And Steven is already asleep again, his arms somehow not loosening for one moment. Wallace merely shakes his head exasperately, his hands already moving down the other's back to lift him up.
After all, who is he to disobey the whims of his pampered prince?
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Chapter Fourteen (Part 2)
When my phone buzzes in my pocket I feel a jolt of anxious nausea, but still, whip it out so quickly that it almost slips out of my gloved hand. I release my thumb to tap the screen, anticipating another message from Dean, but this time it isn’t him.
It’s Jude.
A weird half-laugh half-cry escapes me and my stomach flutters. The last person I ever thought would message me, as I fully expected to never have to hear from him again, but here he is, lighting up my phone on an ordinary Friday afternoon. Curiously I open the message.
Thought you’d followed me to Berlin.
He writes. Quickly followed by a photo of a girl standing ahead of him in a bakery. She has the same coat as I do, and the same hair cut and colour. She really does look like me. I watch the little dots bounce as he types another message.
Looks like you have a German doppelganger.
A smile quirks on my lips, I can’t help it, and then quickly I open my camera and point it up towards a corner of the Cathedral eaves where a horrible gothic gargoyle sits guard with its grotesque little mouth wide open in a silent scream. I giggle softly to myself as I zoom in on it.
So weird.
I type back, attaching the photo.
Because I just saw your doppelganger too.
I’m glad that there’s nobody around to see how self-satisfied I am, smiling at my own joke.
Yikes, spitting image. Still snowing, I see.
Relentlessly.
So much for springtime. Weather in that country is so fucked.
I frown. There he goes again with that “your country, that country” stuff.
Wait, are you not Irish anymore? I remember you making a bit of a song and dance out of the ‘half’ part when I met you.
Fair enough. Weather in OUR country is fucked.
Ah yeah, that’s more of it now. Too late Jude, you’ve already disowned us. As a collective nation we’re devastated.
I smirk as I tease him, beginning to pace around, feeling charged with new energy, but then my heart leaps to my throat when my phone comes alive in my hand, buzzing with a phone call from him. I hit accept.
“Hello?”
His voice comes down the line, deep and low in my ear. “Sorry, I just wanted to infer from your tone whether you’re annoyed or amused.”
I smirk. “Insecure, much?”
He laughs and I hear something crinkle on his end. “Well, alright, I knew you were amused, I just didn’t want to juggle eating my lunch with one hand and trying to text you with the other.”
“What did you get?”
“Hm?”
“In the bakery, like, what did you get for lunch?”
“Oh, it’s like a multigrain bread roll thing. With cheese and salami.”
“Sounds nice.”
I hear him take a bite out of it. “Mhm. And for after I got this thing called a Puddingteilchen.”
“Sounds enticing.” I say, giggling at the goofy German accent he just put on.
“It’s essentially a vanilla pastry, they love things with gluten here, I try as many new foods as I can.”
“Mhm, how adventurous.”
“I’m in a very ‘trying-new-things’ phase at the moment. What did you have for lunch?”
“A flat white.”
“Explains why you’re eating vicariously through me.”
I laugh. “Well if there were any food places open I might have gotten something more substantial, right now, honestly the caffeine is just making me feel jittery.”
“Oh no.”
I walk out of the Christchurch grounds and start ambling back down Dame Street with the phone pressed to my ear. “I’m looking right now and there’s genuinely nothing to eat, I swear they’re treating this snowfall like it’s the apocalypse.”
“They always do that, don’t they?” He says, and then quickly corrects himself. “Oh, sorry, we always do that. We, the collective Irish people, a group to which I still very much belong and have not dissociated myself from now that I live abroad.”
I roll my eyes and chuckle. “Okay, I get it. You think I’m dramatic.”
“Never.”
“So what are you doing today? Do you have college?”
“On Fridays I only have classes in the morning, so actually, right now I’m about to go looking for a costume.”
“A costume? For what?”
“This party I’m going to next month.” He says. “I’m looking for something from the eighties.”
“There’s an 80’s theme?”
“80’s movies, so like, specifically a character from a famous flick. I can’t just be some generic 80’s man. These people have strict rules.”
“Aha, so is this some kind of ticketed event?”
“No, it’s a house party.”
“Strict rules for a house party.”
“You have no idea.” He laughs and I hear him moving about, presumably getting up from wherever he had been sitting to begin walking around. I try to imagine where he might be, but having never been to Berlin it’s difficult to visualise the way that the streets might look. “My friends, the ones hosting the party, they do this all the time. There’s always a theme and you have to adhere to it directly otherwise you don’t get to come in.”
“Yikes.”
“I know, and really, I’m not a costume guy, at least I wasn’t. I showed up to the first party, which, by the way, was themed as ‘Wild West’, in jeans and a t-shirt. They asked me where my cowboy hat was and then closed the door in my face.”
“Wow, that’s intense.”
“Yes, but it’s all in the name of creativity, I guess. Astrid likes going to them, actually, it’s where we met, so I try to make my best effort.”
His mention of Astrid makes me feel some kind of strange way, but I ignore my unsettlement. “So what are you thinking for this one?”
“Well, any ideas?”
“Hmmm… Marty McFly?”
He laughs. “There will be at least three other Marty McFlys. Red puffer vest and blue jeans? Too easy.”
“Well excuse me! You asked for a suggestion.”
“I was hoping for a good one.”
“I forgot how sassy you are.”
“You missed that about me, I bet.”
“Did you assume I missed anything about you?” There’s a pause then, in which I instantly feel horrible, and the feeling only increases the longer he waits before saying anything.
“Well-” He starts, but there seems to be a delay in the line as I end up cutting him off with my next panicked words. “So what idea did you have for a costume?”
He laughs in a somewhat self-conscious way, probably glad of the swerve. “Well I was thinking maybe Maverick from Top Gun.”
“Typical man choice.” I say immediately, which makes him laugh. “Sorry, is that too predictable for you?”
“I can see you doing that. Wearing your little bomber jacket and aviator shades, very hyper masculine. Men just love Tom Cruise.”
“I am many things, but I don’t think I qualify as hyper masculine” He snorts. “Have you seen my cute little earrings?”
“No, you’ve never once mentioned them.”
“So I’m curious, what costume would you have picked if you were invited?”
“Baby from Dirty Dancing.” I say immediately, because I’ve already been thinking about it for half this conversation. “I want to do that curly thing to my hair and see if it’d suit me.” I catch sight of my reflection while passing a stop window and pick out a strand of my limp, straight hair that has never seen texture beyond the loose waves that remain after I’ve taken my plaits out.
“It would. And the costume, would you go for the shirt and shorts or the pink dress from the ending?”
A smile twitches on my lips. “Sounds like you know Dirty Dancing pretty intimately.”
“A good movie is a good movie, I’m not embarrassed.”
“I wasn’t suggesting you should be.”
“I can’t believe it, Evie.” He says with that easy laugh he always had. “You’re the very same as you used to be.”
I baulk a little bit, because I don’t feel in any way the same as I used to back then, when every little thing I did would make me second guess myself, every word I spoke I’d agonise over, and now I don’t feel that easy as much. Now when I speak, people listen to what I say and seem to believe that I’m interesting, even if I don’t. The Evie I was back when he met me and the Evie I am now are nothing alike. “I’m not the same.”
“Well, I think that you are. You’re still so cheeky, you don’t let me get away with anything.”
“I don’t think I was like that back then.”
“What? Seriously?”
“No, I was just shy and awkward and self conscious all the time. I was a nightmare to be around.”
I hear him pause to consider this. “With all due respect, I probably wouldn’t have spent so much time with you if you were like that. You were shy, sure, but you were always funny.”
“You thought I was funny?”
“You don’t remember how much we used to laugh at everything?”
“Yes, but I felt like I was just laughing at the things you said because you were so funny.”
“I’m not that funny.”
“Come on.”
“I’m not funny enough to carry an entire one of our conversations all by myself.” A pause. “You really don’t like that I’ve said that you’re the same, do you?”
“No.” I admit with some reluctance, glancing through the gates of George’s Street Arcade, all of the stalls chained and boarded up inside, seeing it so silent and empty for the first time. Eerie.
“I’m sorry. You’re different too in loads of ways, I was just trying to say that the things I liked best about you are still intact, and I’m glad of it.”
“It’s okay, just sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy. I seem to remember things wrong a lot.”
“Mm?” He says encouragingly.
“Like, I dunno, it’s as though the way that I’ve stored things in my memory bank is different from how normal people do it. I tend to twist things to fit my own narrative, does that make sense?”
“Like what narrative?”
“Like, I don’t know… like that I was a loser, or something.” My face gets hot despite the frigid air, and I feel I’m being too frank with him. He probably doesn’t care to hear it. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not really sure what I mean.”
“You were never a loser.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“I mean it! I always thought you were cool.”
What on earth? I was never cool, especially not when I was seventeen, and I can’t help but scoff.
He sighs. “Well, I’m not here to convince you. I’m just telling you what I thought, you can choose whether or not to believe me.”
“I don’t.”
“Damn, okay, well, you got me. You were the worst, and I hated hanging out with you.” Even though he’s clearly being sarcastic his words still kind of sting, as they reflect almost exactly what Kelly had said to me on Stephen’s night. Jude might not mean them, but someone else had. He seems to sense this and quickly backtracks. “Sorry, that was a stupid joke. Like I said, I’m not that funny.”
“You are.” I say. “Actually, your whole thing is that you’re funny, but in a slightly mean way.”
“So I have realised. You know I used to be really mean? Like when I was about fourteen, and I’ve always worried that the vibe stuck around. Did you think I had a mean boy vibe when we used to hang out?”
Kind of, but I didn’t hate it.” I laugh through my nose, and my breath clouds in the air. “In fact I felt bad for liking it.”
“Who was I even mean to? I don’t remember.” He pauses and then adds, “Which I suppose goes to show how often I was a dickhead – I can’t even remember my own crimes.”
“Liam.” I say.
“Oh yeah” He says remorsefully. “He probably didn’t deserve the shit he got. We were all mean to poor Liam. ”
“Speak for yourself, I was nice.”
“Oh come on, you were meanest of us all.”
I scoff. “In what world?”
“Please, I didn’t reject his debs invitation and leave him destitute, crying on the beach in a wetsuit.”
“You’re created an entire false narrative here, he wasn’t crying.”
“Okay, sorry now, but there’s no scenario in my head in which he wasn’t. I just can’t imagine that. He was sobbing in my version of events.”
“Trust me Jude, he was fine. He drove away from me that day without shedding a single tear. Nobody was crying over me back then.”
The line goes quiet for a moment and for some reason my skin prickles like an icy wind has licked over me despite how I’ve warmed up from all of the walking. The silence only lasts for a beat and then his voice returns, bright and easy as ever. “So tell me, who did you end up taking to your debs in the end?”
“Oh God.” I breathe. “Where do I even begin with this? How much time do you have for the highlight reel of sixth year?”
“Lay it on me, Evie.”
He keeps me company all the way back to my house, and doesn’t even hang up when he starts going in and out of shops in search of his Top Gun costume, giving me updates on what he’s finding, open to any and all suggestions I have about how to create his own patches that match the ones Tom wears in the film. I made him promise to send me a photo of the costume before he wears it out, and when he says he will I find myself actually believing him.
I start feeling a little sad when I turn onto my street, knowing that I’ll have to hang up soon. We’ve been having so much fun and then…
“Oh Jesus.” I say to myself as The front of my building comes into view, and I completely cut him off in the middle of a sentence. His voice comes back at me through her receiver, alarmed. “Did something just happen?”
“No, it’s fine, just, I have to go.”
“Okay well, call me back anyt-”
I hang up the phone and stuff it into my pocket as I march up the front steps to the apartment, feeling anger rising inside me.
“Dean!” I cry. He’s standing by the door, shoulder resting against the wall as though he’s been waiting there for a while, and he doesn’t look surprised to see me, fuming, charging up the steps towards him. “What the hell are you doing here?”
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In Lust We Trust - E.D [One Shot]
Featuring: Ethan x reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, swearing.
A/N: heyy this is my first one shot on here and my first real post lowkey hahahah. this idea came to me in a dream so i figured i put it to the keyboard. if it doesn’t make sense or if it’s poorly written i apologize in advance but i will do my best (it’s been a minute since i’ve written smut). also the title is steve lacy inspired bc i love that man. i appreciate all feedback so lmk if you guys like this or not.
“Do we have everything? I would hate to make another trip.” Grayson asked before grabbing the keys off of the counter. Today was Friday and your boyfriend, you & Ethan drove up north for the weekend. Every year in Geneva, the city where you guys are staying, the city has its annual celebration where the community gets together for food, drinks, games, and live music. You’re not from the community but Grayson’s cousin has a beach house that they let you guys stay at. You couldn’t miss out on an opportunity like that so you guys agreed to go.
"Yeah, I have everything. E?” you hummed, applying a little bit more lipgloss and then placing it in your purse.
“Yeah yeah I’m ready. Can we go now, I’m literally sweating my boobs off.” Ethan complains, wiping the invisible sweat from his forehead.
Most of your friends frowned upon the fact that you were going on a trip with your boyfriend AND his brother. It’s not abnormal that you guys hang out because Ethan is the one who introduced you to Grayson. You guys clicked immediately and the rest was history. The twins are very attractive, there’s no denying that, but I guess they think that Grayson can’t be the only one you’re fucking.
“We were literally waiting on you but okay,” Grayson mumbles at his older brother while the other twin just rolls his eyes. We began making our way out the door & start heading to the beach. By the time we got there, the parade has just begun. Huge & colorful floats swept through the roads and we could hear the band following behind them.
“Man I miss being in the band.” You say, reminiscing about your high school band career. It was the best four years of your life. High school sucked, but being in the band made it a little bearable.
“You could still join in college, Y/N. You were amazing at trumpet.” Ethan smiles, putting his hand on your shoulder.
“I don’t know, E. High school band & college band are two completely different things. Plus my chops are probably dead by now.” You shrug and Ethan sends you a frown. He was always so supportive of everything you’ve done. Whether it was school or sports or even when it came to your next protective hairstyle. He was always by your side cheering you on. You’ll always appreciate him for that.
“Whatever you say Y/N. When you get back to school, it won’t hurt to try. Either way, you’ll always have my support.” He smiled at you and you sent him one in return. While you and Ethan were chatting, you noticed Grayson standing off to the side on his phone. His eyebrows were furrowed and you saw that his jaw was clenching. Immediately you walked over to him to see what was up.
“Gray baby, you okay?” You ask, placing your hands on his soft biceps. Usually, when he’s mad, you always tell him that he can take his anger out on you so that’s exactly what you tell him.
“You know you can always use me, Gray. I don’t mind-“
“Stop Y/N just leave me alone alright?” He huffs and shrugs your hands off of him. You’re taken back because he was fine this morning so what the fuck happened? You have been a little needy lately and he rarely declines your advances. Of course, he can always decline, there’s nothing wrong with that. Now that you feel guilty & you silently walk back over to where Ethan is, trying to get these thoughts out of your mind. Grayson knows that he can always come to you when there’s something wrong, but maybe being sexual wasn’t the right approach.
For the rest of the day, it was just you and Ethan. Grayson wasn’t talking to either of you and if he did it was small phrases like “I don’t care” or “I don’t know”. It irritated you slightly because you guys didn’t drive up 4 hours just so your boyfriend can be a dick. As much as you enjoy Ethan’s company, you wanted to spend some time with Grayson as well. But from the looks of it, that’s not going to happen any time soon.
Suddenly you felt the urge to pee so you asked Grayson if he could walk with you to find a bathroom while Ethan watches the table we were seated at. “Gray, I have to pee, can you come with me please?” He looked up at you and just shook his head he didn’t even say a word.
“Y/N, I can just take you. I don’t know what his fucking deal is today.” Ethan hisses, extending his hand out to yours. It caught you by surprise, but you grabbed it anyway. Grayson noticed this as well but wasn’t that phased to say or do anything. What the fuck is up with him honestly?
You guys began walking, focusing on how big and soft Ethan’s hands were. You didn’t ask why you guys were holding hands but maybe it was for safety reasons? But then again hand holding isn’t really necessary.
“Hey, are you okay?” Ethan asks, sending you a concerning look. Sometimes when you’re too caught up in your head, your facial expressions tend to show that. That’s probably what he noticed.
“Yeah just thinking about Gray. Do you think I did something?” You murmured, cringing at the sexual advances that you made earlier.
“No Y/N, of course not. He’s probably just in one of his moods, but that’s no excuse to treat you like that.” He stated, making you feel a little bit better.
“Yeah, maybe he’s just jealous of our friendship.” You snicker as Ethan nods in return. It was nothing, but a joke. If anything they’re closer than you and Ethan could ever be. So that’s not even possible.
Finally, after walking what felt like hours, you found a bathroom. You told Ethan you’ll be right out and he just nods. You pressed on the gray door, found the first clean stall, and did your business. As you were finishing up, you heard your phone vibrate. Taking it out of your purse, Grayson’s name appeared on the screen.
G: I want to apologize for my behavior. Some shit was going on with my friends, but I never meant to take it out on you. Please forgive me? 💚
You: I accept your apology, but you know you can always come to me. E and I are walking back now.
You lock your phone, wash your hands and make your way out to Ethan. You’re happy he apologized, but a part of you feels like there’s something else going on.
“You ready to go?” You ask, adjusting your purse that’s on your shoulder.
“Yeah, but since we’re alone I need to tell you something.” He trails, you don’t say anything but you continue to let him talk.
“You’re one of my closest friends, Y/N. When I introduced you to my brother a year ago, I can’t help but feel as though I made a mistake. As bad as that sounds it’s true. You seem so happy with him, but I can’t help thinking you’ll be happier with me. I mean come on Y/N, he’s been ignoring you all day and he couldn’t even walk with you to the fucking bathroom for God’s sake? What kind of boyfriend is that? He doesn’t even know how lucky he is to have a beautiful girl like you…” Ethan announces, but you are just at a loss for words. Why is he saying all of this now? He’s never shown interest in you not even in the slightest. You take all of his words into account, but you remember that Grayson already apologized for his behavior. Yet actions do speak louder than words.
“Ethan I uh- don’t even know what to say. H-how come you’re telling me this now?” You stutter, looking back up at him.
“Believe me, I’ve tried to get these thoughts out of my head for months. I’ve been on so many dates with girls, but at the end of the night, you’re the only one on my mind. I just figured it’d be now or never.” He explains, stepping a little bit closer to you.
“I know you feel the same way. Don’t act like you didn’t see me catch a peek of that body this morning, Y/N. Next time when you’re putting on this lime green bikini top,” Ethan smirks, running his fingers up and down the strings. “Make sure to close the door all the way. Unless you purposely left it open for me. Either way, I’d love to see those pretty tits again.” Immediately you felt your cheeks get hot. How could he be saying all of this? You did notice him peaking this morning, but you figured if you didn’t say anything he wouldn’t notice. That failed.
At the same time, you were extremely needy and can’t even remember the last time Grayson touched you. It’ll just be one time and that’s it.
“We gotta make this quick and it can never happen again, do you understand? Luckily, he gave me the keys to the Bronco.” You smile, dangling the keys in front of his face.
“Perfect.” He smirks.
When you guys made it back to the truck he wasted no time. He sat in the backseat and pulled you so that you were sitting in his lap. He started kissing you softly and a moan escaped your lips. You felt him smile in the kiss as his hands traveled down your back. He undid your bikini and started pepper kissing around your chest until he reached your tits.
“God they’re even more beautiful up close.” Ethan bubbled, taking both of your boobs in his hands and giving them a small squeeze. He placed the left one in his mouth while his hand massaged the other. His tongue danced around your nipple. His tongue felt amazing, Grayson couldn’t even compete. You started to grind slowly on Ethan and soon enough you felt his hard-on poking through.
“Feels so good, don’t stop E.” You managed to say between moans and he follows your commands. He takes one out making a slight “pop” noise with his mouth and continues to the other.
You know you shouldn’t be with him, but he’s doing such a good job. Something about doing stuff you’re not supposed to do is turning you on even so might as well let him know that.
“I need you now.” You lean to whisper in his ear, then you begin to remove your shorts. “Y/N are you sure? We can stop and just pretend this never happened-“ You cut him off. “Can you shut up and fuck me please?” You whine, moving around on his dick yet again.
“Your wish is my command, princess,” Ethan smirks crashing his lips into yours while you also pull his shorts and underwear down. You managed not to break the kiss as you pull your swimsuit bottoms to the side with one hand while the other grabs his members so that you can insert him. When you’ve finally matched it up, you let go and slide down.
“Holy fucking shit..” He grunts, trying to adjust himself to your tight pussy. You place your hands on his chest and began to slowly move up and down on his dick. You hate to admit it, but he was fucking huge. Ethan’s ego can sometimes get the best of him so you made sure to limit your praises.
He moved his hands from around your waist and placed them on your ass to give it a smack then a tight squeeze. You moaned and winced at his touch. “Yeah, you fucking like having that ass smacked?” Ethan asks looking at you with dark, lustful eyes.
You didn’t answer him until he placed his hand on your throat. This surely caught your attention. “Answer me when I’m talking to you.” He says once and you nod eagerly. “That’s a good girl, now keep riding me and don’t stop.” You start to pick up the pace, but quickly you start to get messy. Tears started to brim in your eyes, causing your mascara to run down your face.
“I can’t take it. You’re t-too b-big for me.” You stuttered, trying to figure out where to place your hands. “Slow it down for me baby. That’s right, Grayson doesn’t even know what to do with all this.” He groans, running his hands up and down your toned body. Ethan placed kisses in between your boobs again and then started fucking you hard from beneath.
“Fuck Ethan oh my god yes,” You moaned, feeling your stomach tie into multiple knots.
By now the car is filled with your moans and the sounds of your skin clapping together. The fog started to appear on the windows and by now Grayson was probably wondering where you guys were. You’re sure he’d never imagined this and neither did you.
“Look at how needy you are taking my dick. You’re so fucking bad, Y/N. Imagine what Grayson would think when he sees me fucking this shit outta his pretty girl huh? Does he fuck you like this, Y/N?” Ethan’s words are turning you on by the second and you feel yourself reaching your endpoint.
“Keep t-talking, Ethan. You’re doing so good.” You whimper, moving your body forward so that you’re placed on his chest and your ass is sticking out.
“You look so beautiful taking me. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment. How much I thought about fucking this tight little pussy of yours.” And that was all you needed to hear before reaching your high. You clawed your fingers into his shoulder as you rode it out. He was approaching his climax as well, pounding into you with all his power.
“Can I cum in you, Y/N?” He moaned out. “Yes fill me up p-please.” You practically screamed and seconds later you felt his warmth shoot inside of you. By now you’re still laying on his chest, beads of sweat sprinkled across your forehead. You both focused on your breathing and tried to process what you just did.
You just cheated on your boyfriend with his brother.
You readjusted your bikini buttoms and looked on the floor to find your bikini. As you put it back on, someone knocked on the window. You and Ethan both turned to look to see who it is. Your heart dropped when you saw that it was none other than Grayson.
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I'm still waiting for part 2. of the anchor (jisoo x reader)
anon did you give it a name *}*}+]£{€}~* I AM SO WEAK
a/n (07/31/22): IM SOOO EXCITED TO FINISH THIS. It’s been months sorry
pairing: kim jisoo of blackpink x fem!reader
warnings: degradation, facetime sex, public masturbation
1.
The morning after is just like any other. You wake up with stickiness between your legs, take an hour or three to freshen up, and meet Jisoo downstairs for breakfast.
The penthouse is a comfortable environment, the subtle wealth type. You walk in and it doesn’t seem like much, but the plain vase to your right is worth thousands of dollars.
The windows serve as its own wall, stretch all the way to the high ceiling of the second floor. The view is gorgeous, the best money can buy in Seoul. You’ve never been to any of her other residences, but judging from the selfies and photos she’d send you while visiting, the view is absolutely breathtaking.
Dark mahogany wood floors that are always cool to the touch no matter the weather, black, luxury italian sofa that’s custom made and worth more than your tuition, on the walls are pretty paintings of women, and meadows. Jisoo’s eye for aesthetics is truly admirable.
You brush past the kitchen door and take two long strides to the closest seat at the dining table; your assigned seat, across from Jisoo, who’s chewing a piece of meat and rice, and her assistant, Jennie, whose polite and proper tone hurts to listen to.
She’s a woman of fair height and long black hair, she sports a middle part and rarely wears it in a bun. Jisoo finds dress codes for hair unnecessary, a woman came in with neon green hair and she didn’t bat an eyelash. She took a picture and showed it to you, said the color would look nice on you.
Jennie’s work attire is your typical Friday Morning outfit, blue jeans and a nice, cream colored blouse with white heels. She doesn’t spare a glance in your direction when you walk in or sit down, doesn’t even pause her ramblings to acknowledge your existence. She doesn’t like you that much.
“Applications for the internship program opened this morning,” Jennie says, tapping away at her phone, “So far two hundred people have applied. It’ll be a lot to look through.”
Meanwhile Jisoo’s face is still covered with some white mask, the sleeves of her baby pink fleece robe are pushed up to her elbows, and her hair’s tied in a bun. She doesn’t like to eat after getting dressed.
“Obviously- Fuck!” Jisoo hisses, steam arising from her bosom where coffee was spilled. She snatches the napkin Jennie hands her and dabs at her skin with it.
She’s a messy eater.
You’re watching all of this go down while taking tiny bites of the sunny side egg atop your rice. You’re not planning on eating the entire spread, just enough to settle you until lunch with your friends. Today’s a big day, possibly the biggest day of your life, and it isn’t even the meat of the situation.
“-The boys are in it for the money, the girls are probably- jittering with fucking excitement,” She sighs and places the damp napkin on the table.
“Why do you say that?”
“Tech is ruled by men. Believe me, those boys have an opportunity when they round a corner. No matter how incompetent and insignificant they are.”
She has a point. She speaks from her own experiences climbing to the top, a far but short journey considering she’s still so young. Jisoo’s voice is soft, but it’s what makes her words all the more hurtful. Is that how she would describe you? Incompetent and insignificant?
“Are you going somewhere?”
Jennie’s heels are clacking away from the table as she speaks, so you’re not entirely certain Jisoo’s talking to you until she’s calling your name as Jennie’s coming back.
“Hello? Are you ignoring me?” Jisoo snaps her fingers twice. “You’re gonna eat my food without addressing me?”
You place your chopsticks down. You’re suddenly not hungry anymore.
“Are you sure you should be eating? You have dress fittings today don’t you?”
Jennie’s snide remark morphs your neutral expression into a sour mug. She likes making remarks regarding your appearance, whether it be your face or the clothes you wear. Jealousy can be quite annoying, but you understand. You’d be jealous too if you had to work nonstop for a check, meanwhile a girl that just waltzed in and batted long, false eyelashes gets bags of Cartier dropped on their doorstep.
Her bittersweet tone fits her doll-like features. If you didn’t know any better, she’d easily fool you, trick you into forgetting how despicable she truly is.
Your tongue prods at your cheek. “I’m not the one paying you to be in my business.”
Jennie’s sweet smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “What exactly do you pay for?”
Right, you were anticipating she’d say that. Jennie has a jealousy problem, to keep it short. The necklaces she has to pick up from different stores are the same ones perfectly fitted to your neck. The skirts you wear could cover the bills she pays living in a flat downtown, each skirt paying off another month.
You get paid millions, get so many nice things, everything you could ever want—just for being pretty. Really, the sex work was a mistake, you got drunk on the first night, made Jisoo pass out, and she offered you a number one hundred times your age to do it again.
You have multiple modeling agencies and brands begging for your signature. Though the private school you go to for Fashion is nice, you were just offered a full ride scholarship to FIT in New York, and you’re still so enthusiastic for school. Your publicity ratings were high before Jisoo, but they’ve sky rocketed.
Your outfit for the day, too, for example. A mini dark washed denim skirt with a wide belt snug against your hips. The denim is rough, vintage, and has only a little stretch to it. It’s freezing outside, so you’re wearing white leg warmers with your white camel boots. Your shiny velour cropped jacket is white, and fits snug against your skin. Faux fur decorates the wrists and hem of the hood. On the back in bright silver rhinestones writes BRATZ.
The zipper is pulled down to show off the silver Vivienne Westwood red heart necklace and reveal the soft skin between your tits. Your earrings match the pendant of the necklace. Underneath the fur on your left wrist is an iced out diamond rolex, sitting heavy.
This is actually your cheapest outfit, free except for the two dollar SHEIN leg warmers because they were all gifts from brands. A follower requested this out of you.
You’d be mad too if you were in Jennie’s position.
You eye the woman. “Do you have enough money to brag about spending it?”
Your phone buzzes in your purse—a White Crocodile Himalaya Birkin, delivered to you personally—and you shoot up from your seat. Jennie’s face contorts to a look of disgust. Jisoo hasn’t spoken a word, doesn’t even look the slightest bit of fazed by Jennie’s actions, and it stings. You can handle your own, though, and fairly well at that. That’s all that matters, you suppose.
She didn’t even say good morning to you.
When the front door closes shut and it’s just the two of them, Jennie looks down to her boss, who’s still peacefully chewing a piece of beef. She hums.
“She’s so mean to me.”
When all she gets in response is obnoxious slurping out of a coffee mug, she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.
“Do you have any idea why? Why she doesn’t like me?”
Jisoo abruptly sets her mug down, white cream sits light on her lips. She stands from her chair; her hips sway as she pads out of the kitchen.
—&—
There is quite the difference between Expensive and Luxury stores. Expensive stores are typical, just about anyone can go in and stay in, if you have a few hundred or few hundred thousand to spend it’s a comfortable experience. Gucci, Prada, Chanel—expensive stores.
Luxury stores, on the other hand, are quiet. You won’t know something is off until you check an item and there are no price tags. Until you find a purse with one and the zeros form their own phone number.
You learnt this whilst shopping with Jisoo for the first time. A store you’ve never heard of, never seen any advertisements for even in the piles of magazines you read for research on the whole sugar baby thing.
When you got there, there weren’t many clothes on wracks. There were a plethora of bags, purses, and shoes, but clothes for the most part sat on black mannequins. You were worried about the clothes not fitting; none of the items you wanted seemed to be your size, and you had already bought five different pairs of shoes.
Well, you didn’t buy it, didn’t even bring your wallet. However, that’s not the point.
When Jisoo returned from whatever small room a manager pulled her in, you told her your dilemma. You could count the seconds on one hand for how long it took for a worker to approach and measure you. Apparently clothes were made specifically for the buyer, the mannequins were just models.
The store was noticeably quiet, the buzzing in your ears was louder than any conversation held in the store.
Luxury is silent. Expensive is just expensive, it’s general, just about anybody can buy expensive.
The store you’re in now is an expensive one. Music is easy on the speakers, necklaces and rings glitter in their glass cases, doing a better job than the lights at keeping the store well lit.
“(Y/N), we’re so early,” Comes the disembodied whine of your friend, Frenchie, “Ooh! Maybe we can have brunch?”
Frenchie is one of your insanely pretty friends, quite popular on her own for her visuals and reputation. She’s 6’2, has glowing, dark medium brown skin that’s always so moisturized. She has a little bit of everything, you’d say. Curvy waist, noticeable pudge in her stomach, thighs thick for her tall body. She has an income comparable to official escorts from stripping, so of course her ass and tits are amazing.
You met three years ago while she was completing an internship with Vivienne Westwood. She plans to start her own modeling agency one day, goes to school at FIT for it. You asked her where she came from, and she said half a house in Golfport, Mississippi.
“So how the hell are you paying tuition?”
“I’m a stripper.”
Together, your friendship added fuel to the fire of controversies surrounding sex workers. You being the private, mysterious character you are kept silent about your thoughts.
You included Frenchie in everything. You love her, and you express this to the world in short videos of your daily life. You go with her everywhere, smile so big with her, sometimes it’s just no context screenshots of your private conversations, like you asking her for her spanish notes.
Funnily enough, Frenchie’s only an exotic dancer. You’re the one licking pussy for money.
You’re currently in one of the store’s changing rooms, shimmying into dresses fitted for you. Days before, Jisoo handed you the list of shops you’re allowed to go to for this dress, demanded that you do not stray from the list.
She sent the stores on the list your measurements, and had three specific dresses fitted for you. You’re on the third store, and so far each dress is absolutely gorgeous. You’re not sure how Jisoo expects you to be able to pick.
Since she was so nice to pay, you take your favorite dress from the trio and keep it for yourself. So far you’ve done this with two stores. A treat, just for fun.
Monty, another friend of yours, grunts. “Man I look good as hell. Should I cuff the ankles?”
“No.”
“The fuck? Is there a fucking issue?”
You met Monty by mistake. He’s a long friend of Tyler The Creator’s, an anonymous painter that gets paid quite the salary for his work. He has thick black locs that flow down his face, has beautiful midnight skin that he takes awfully good care of. Monty’s wealth comes from smart investments and songwriting credits.
You chuckle to yourself before re-adverting your attention to your figure in the mirror. If you had to describe the cut of the dress, you’d only have one word: Tinkerbell.
It sparkles the same, but it’s a deep plum rather than leafy green. The dress comes with two equally sparkling sleeves to match, stopping right at your bicep. Dazzling pearls with a diamond saturn sat in the middle, dangling diamond earrings gleaming. Around your right finger is a diamond ring with a vibrant, deep blue gemstone. Meant to represent Neptune.
You’re in love with it. You’re just not sure if it’s appropriate to wear under a graduation gown.
You hear the rapid buzzing coming from your phone, and you’re quick to dig through your purse and grab it. You answer without looking at the contact, already knowing who it is.
Jisoo stares back at you resting her head on her hand, pretty brown eyes as dark and cold as ever. She’s in her office, this you can tell from the warm early afternoon glow shining so perfectly on her sandy skin.
“Let me see the dress.”
You position the phone to stand straight against your purse, and then back away. You show her the view from the back first, wrist on your hip, eyes looking behind your shoulder. You cooly turn your front to the camera, and take your time dragging your gloved hands up your sides.
Jisoo gives a small hum of approval. “Beautiful. You like this one?”
You nod. “But ‘m not sure if it’ll work.”
The casual conversation in the background drowns out your voice. You’re glad you had enough sense to plug your airpods in before you answered her call.
“Nonsense. It’s perfect. Turn around, I need to see how far it rides up.”
You follow her orders with ease; turn back around, and slowly slide down the front of your legs. A shiver wracks up your spine at the crudeness of it, bending over for your sugar mama in a dressing room.
You don’t mean to be dirty minded. There are times where Jisoo can’t stand how quick your mind is to go to the gutter, but you honestly can’t help it. She’s just so attractive to you. Sure, she’s bitchy sometimes, but it’s easy to forget that when you feel your panties dampening while you’re watching her conduct meetings.
You’d do it a million times over, bending over for her. You wish Jisoo was here to bend you over herself. You wish she wanted to bend you over herself.
“Pretty. Take one step out for me.”
You use your right leg to follow her directions. You don’t feel the dress ride up on your thighs, amazing considering how short it is. Perfectly cut, you’d say. That’s what Jisoo pays for.
“Good. Doesn’t ride up, and it’s little too. It compliments you.”
Jisoo’s compliments are so rare, and so genuine. She’s assertive, speaks them in a way she knows you’ll hear, and never doubt. There was a time she walked in on you curling your wig, and praised you for having a good eye on styling. Yes, praised, because Jisoo’s compliments are nothing short of praises. You love when she praises you.
“Ji-Jisoo..”
“Oh? Already?”
A small, nearly inaudible whimper comes through the speaker, and she remains still, staring you down with the same eyes she greeted you with.
Her silence stretches on, seconds feel like minutes, and as each one ticks by your breath gets heavier and heavier. When your brain, slowly turning to mush, counts to five, you speak.
“I’m wearing.. the panties you bought me.”
Jisoo blinks. Her black bangs fall in her face.
“And?”
You whine. Slowly sliding the glittery dress up your hips, you deepen the arch in your back. Half of you prays she can’t see how bad your pussy is jumping, but the other half knows she knows what she does to you.
When the dress is bundled at your waist, you place your hands on your thighs. Jisoo lifts her head with a low hum, as if bored.
The panties in question came in a set, but you didn’t wear the bra. It’s a deep, crimson red thong, made of soft cotton. The black haired woman squints, immediately causing you to shiver.
“Are you wet?”
“No—“ You gasp, reaching a hand back to cover your pussy, “—I’m not, I promise. I just wanted to show you—“
“—Shut up. Move it to the side.”
You pinch your lips shut. Looking over your shoulder is putting an uncomfortable strain in your shoulder, but you don’t want to look away. You pull your panties to the side as instructed and use two fingers to spread your pussy lips. Her expression doesn’t change, remains blank and bored. She’s watching, though. She hasn’t blinked.
Even in the dim brown lights of the dressing room, your pussy glistens and glitters as it beats.
“Liar. You’re making a mess on your nails,” Jisoo sighs, lays her head in her hand again, “Play with it.”
Eager, you drop your fingers down to your clit.
As the store’s speakers play filler music and your two friends debate on the best place to eat, you’re leaned over a chair, biting your moans into your arm. It’s like a dream come true, you were just wishing for this exact scenario. Well, wishing is an understatement. Jisoo finally putting her issues to the side and touching you is a fantasy in a daydream, from how much you think about it.
Pleasure sits heavy at the pit of your stomach, travels on your skin in the form of a million tiny little ants. The fear of getting caught is too potent to let anything slip, so you bite harder, and pray your setting spray works.
“Whiny girl. Does it feel good?”
Your knees buckle, you use the arm in your mouth to catch yourself, causing a sharp gasp to tumble out. The accident has your cheeks burning hot, hell you can feel the steam blow out of your ears. You bite the inside of your lips as you nod, eyes pinched shut.
“You’re so easy, look how wet your pussy is. Don’t you think you play with it enough?”
Your jaw slacks against your will, you bite to keep your mouth closed. You play with it more than enough, more than you should. You’re always touching yourself, she’s walked in on you multiple times. You can’t help it. Even looking at her sometimes is enough to get you whining. As the pleasure in your gut builds, you press on your clit and slow your pace. Pure bliss wracks your body in waves and you’re rocking your hips by this point. Jisoo watches you chase after it, can tell you’re close just by the way your eyebrows pinch.
“Prettiest girl in the world. Can you make it cum for me?”
It’s becoming increasingly hard to stay silent. Your breath comes out of your nose in short, hot pants. A low moan hums in your throat, and it dissatisfies Jisoo.
“C’mon, baby, do I need to pay you? How much? Give me a number.”
Your body tenses up, and then the feeling that’s been building in your gut suddenly tips over. Your release hits you hard, has your legs visibly trembling.
“There it is, good girl—“ Her voice is so strained, you can’t help but notice it, “—Knew you wanted my money. Look at how pretty that pussy leaks for it.”
A knock on the door causes your legs to give out. You fall to the ground with a shout, and familiar voice on the other side yelps.
“Goddamn girl, you good? Have you picked a dress?”
Frenchie’s voice comes through the wooden doors. You tap your airpods twice to hang up the phone as you slide your panties back into position.
“Yeah, I found one!” You shout, and Frenchie’s head peaks over the door. Her tattooed hands hover over her closed eyes, careful not to touch her long lashes. Of course, she’s taller than the stall door, taller than most. It’s cute, you snatch your phone from behind you with your non-soiled hand and slide over to snap a quick picture.
“Okay, let me know when I can look.”
“Okay.”
You lock your phone, but it lights up again with a notification.
ACCOUNT XXXXXXXXXX228: ₩ 1,302,993,400 WAS TRANSFERRED INTO YOUR ACCOUNT.
When your head finally digests the number, you become consciously aware of the warm cum and wetness beating at your pussy lips.
Face heating up, you cough. “Let’s do seafood for lunch.”
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Love @ First Sight 💕
- I find them cute 😭💗 ( mah babies 🥹 )
- coby owns a big bike lessgo
- luffy here is a 3rd year and coby is a 2nd year
One Friday Morning in the Grand Line University....
The whole Corridor is filled with freshman and 2nd-3rd year girls who was aiming to see Ace and Sabo the popular brothers and also Coby the student council president of the 2nd year Department
"OMG THERE'S COBY-SENPAI!"
"WHERE?! WHERE?!"
"THERE!! HE'S TALKING RIGHT NOW WITH ACE AND SABO-SENPAI!!"
"KYAAHH!!!"
"Ughh here they are all again..."
"Just don't mind them ace keep your walk straight and nevermind their eyes piercing through you"
"Urk you sound like it was hella scary as fuck dude shut up"
Sabo just rolled off his eyes and smiled back at coby who was waiting for an answer with his question
"Ohh luffy? Sadly he was sick today since he got caught up in the rain yesterday"
"Ohh..."
"Don't worry! He will be just fine by tomorrow...if he didn't throw a fit and just stay put and our personal doctor marco is right there taking care of him so no worries...or so we thought.."
"SABO STOP WITH THOSE SCARY PREDICTIONS OF YOURS MARCO WOULD NOT TOUCH LUFFY LIKE THAT"
"Sorry haha I'm just overthinking that's all"
"That's crazy to overthink sabo..."
"Ohh okay then thank you for telling me! I'll visit him later after our classes and might as well take care of him in behalf of sir marco"
"Ohh thank you then coby! Luffy might get happy if his friends visited him!"
Ace ruffled coby's hair as he and sabo went to their respective classrooms...
As for coby he waited for helmeppo on the gate since their biology class starts at 9 AM
He was still thinking that it was his fault that luffy got sick because of yesterday.
As he was in his train of thoughts he suddenly heard helmeppo calling his name
"COBY!!" he said while waving and running towards coby who was just a few meters far from him
"YOU BASTARD I TOLD YOU TO COME HERE EARLY BECAUSE WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT OUR REPORT FOR LATER!"
"SORRY MY ALARM DID NOT RANG FOR A MINUTE"
"Whatever lets get started and divide our parts so we will not take too much time later on"
"Okay then"
After that they both sat on the cafe inside the campus and started dividing the slides they are about to tackle about and even search for fun facts and ideas for add-ons and by 8:40 AM they stood up and took their things and went to their first class
As they both went inside the classroom one of their classmates told them that their prof from their class will be absent because of sudden emrgencies but a substitute teacher from the chemistry department came to take a look for them
"Good Morning class the name's Monette and I'm from the chemistry department and your proffesor told me to be in substitute today and was also told that someone from this class are about to report something today?"
Coby and Helmeppo raised their hands "That's us miss its our turn for todays report"
"Okay then please kindly get here in the front and present your report so the time will be not wasted"
After they both went in front they both presented their slides and had a successful report with their classmates not asking questions and even have high scores on the quiz they gave for them.
"Okay then class since their report and the mini quiz is done it should be my que to leave and Mr. Coby and Mr. Helmeppo please kindly hand me the papers from your quiz so I could put it on your prof's desk okay? Thats all and the class is dismissed" Monette announced as she gave them a sweet smile and took the papers from Coby and Helmeppo.
Their next class will start at 12:30 and will finish at 2PM and it was still early
"How about we just got to the library?"
Coby gave him a coy look as he let out a small laugh "You'll just sleep there you idiot"
"What? I mean rather than spacing out i'd rather sleep on the library instead"
"Go then lets meet at the cafeteria at 11PM so we could go eat and head to our last class for today"
"Okay then see ya"
"Mn see ya"
They parted ways as Coby headed to the student council office and found Sabo there with Koala the Vice President on their department and one of the vice head directors of the school which was also luffy's grandfather garp
"Ohh Good morning ms. Koala and mr. Savo and to you too head director Dragon"
"No need for formalities young lad just call me garp" garp replied as he ate a rice cracker
"You old man why are you slacking off here in the student council room?" He heard Sabo let out a sigh as he signed the papers Koala just handed him as garp was on the sofa happily eating his rice crackers.
"HEH you have the guts to scold your grandfather here boy–"
"Sengoku-san was just scolding him and he doesn't want to hear it so he went to hide here" Koala sighed as she handed the last paper to sign for today
Sabo just scoffed as he signed the papers diligently while listening.
"Oh by the way Coby theres a document handed to you from your secretary tashigi a while ago" sabo said which got coby's attention and took the envelope from him
"Thank you! That's why tashigi texted me a while ago thank you again pres!"
"No worries"
Coby went out from the room as he went to the cafe to check the documents and saw that tashigi has already done the part where he asked for the information of the people who attacked a first year of the grand line university yesterday.
FLASHBACK
It was 7pm that time and all president of every year level had an urgent meeting for the upcoming sport championship and also upcoming retreat for the freshmen and graduating students and so their meeting lasted for 2 hours since it will tackle about the rules, and also the amount of selection for the place where the said retreat and even the selection of players for the sport champion ship is also tackled hence that's why everyone is busy that night of the meeting...
"Okay everyone let's continue to discuss this tomorrow evening so no more absences tomorrow but if needed please just provide an excuse letter or tell me beforehand of the meeting"
After sabo finished the meeting everyone helped to clean out the said room except for sabo who stayed for a while since he still have papers to finish for that regards about the concerns of the parents and also the students for the upcoming retreat
As they were about to exit the school grounds it started raining and coby being the most prepared one took out his umbrella and bid goodbye to others took out their emergency unbrellas on their lockers.
As he was walking to the main gate he heard someone yelling near the open field of their campus dome and it seemed like someone was hurt so he quickly went to that direction..
And the sight overly made his eyes go wide as no scream let out from his mouth...
There luffy was getting punched as he tries to stand by to protect the two freshman girls who is now crying under the rain...
Coby lost it as he yeeted his umbrella and dashed out to go and gave them and give them a taste of their own medicine as he gave them a few round house kicks and some uppercuts that badly damaged the ones who hurts luffy
"C-Coby?"
"LUFFY-SAN"
Luffy let out a little laugh as the two girls went to go check on him.
"HOW DARE YOU HURT THE FUCK OUT OF ME?!"
"That's my question to you either..."
"What the hell are you doing in the grandline university punching the hell out the head directors son?"
The students from other school went to look at luffy in horror as luffy menacingly looked at them
"Rule no.35 in the school rules...No other school should be allowed to punch, bully, kill, nor harass students inside nor outside from the Grand Line University campus..."
"Yet here you are...beating the hell out of the only son of the head director..."
Coby grabbed the collar of the now shaking outsider as he whispered on his ear
"Now go and get the hell out of here with your dumbass friends and never go back before the president of the students council sees you" he coldly said as he threw him outside of the 2nd gate of the campus.
After that the five outsiders quickly ran their asses off as he turned around to check for luffy.
"L-Luffy-san are you alright?"
"Y-Yeah thank you for that coby shishi"
Coby and the two girls almost cried at how strong luffy is despite of his hurtful image he still let out a smile.
"YOU-WHY DID YOU JUST STOOD THERE! YOU'RE ALMOST GOT KILLED BECAUSE OF US" the other girl cried as luffy only smiled and patted her head.
"I know it seems to me that they're just weak and so i just feed the ego and was about to strike after they're done hitting but coby showed up"
"...."
"What matters us that its already done okay? And its still raining i'll call our driver vergo so he could drive you two hom–"
"Stop...we are already for your protection luffy-senpai..we will just walk since our home is not far from here...don't worry we will not meet trouble and you two should go home too thank you again" the other girl bowed as she took the hand of her friend and there they ran away to go back home
Luffy grunted as he held his left abdomen..
"L-Luffy-san"
"Uhmm..c-can you please carry me home?"
Coby was stunned at what he heard as he didn't expect luffy to bring him home instead of the clinic...
"U-Uhh suree wait i'll just take out my motorcycle bike and we'll go home okay? Luffy-san?"
Luffy just nodded as he tried not to move too much as Coby sat him on the benches inside the dome
After that Coby ran to where his motorcycle bike was parked and quickly started it and so he droved where luffy was and Luffy stood up as coby messily putted on his helmet and after that coby put his helmet on and luffy rode on the back as he hugged coby and he droved off in the rain..
"Woahhh coby where did you even learned to drive a motorcycle like this??"
"Well zoro-senpai and I took lessons for riding motorcycles like this during summer break last year"
"Ohh so coolll i wanna learn too but I'm not that good in handling big bikes like this"
Coby just smiled as he drove off and tried speeding and as expected luffy got excited as he changed him "faster cobyyy!!!"
"Pfft no more luffy-san I just speed off a little because we are in a highway and since we are on the city there are now speed limits"
Luffy got a little sad but he went in awe of the city lights and even the rain had subdued a little...
After a little ride towards home they finally got into the Monkey D. Residences and there Coby parked his big bike on the outside parking station and took off luffy's helmet
"BWAH Ugh it moisted inside i feel like i couldn't breathe"
Coby just chuckled as he ruffled luffy's hairand there found him a little quite cute and sexy despite of luffy being older than him.
After a minute luffy successfully dried his hair and so as coby, Coby's heart skipped a bit after seeing luffy up close and was stunned by his manly beauty...now he understands why the 4th years like trafalgar, eustass, Boa and even the other proffesors have the toxic love for him too...
And now he's also one of the contenders...
"-oby? Coby? Coby!" He just realized that luffy was calling for him...
"O-Ohh sorry for looking at you for too long"
"No worries hehe by the way thank you for taking me home! Nice meeting you tho"
"No worries luffy-san..pleasure to meet you too"
Now here lies coby's intrusive thoughts whether to kiss him goodbye or not...its like they are having a war on his head but like I said his intrusive thoughts won...
Before luffy can go inside the gate coby pulled his hand and waist and gave him a sweet goodbye kiss as luffy was shocked and was now confused on his spot...
"Wh–"
"GOODBYE NOW LUFFY-SAN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF I'LL GET GOING NOW!"
Coby embarrassingly went back to his big bike and drove out of there as fast as possible as luffy who was still confused nodded and went inside of their residence.
After that Coby hard a hard time falling asleep due to what he did to luffy...
END OF FLASHBACK
Coby got back to reality due to his phone ringing and there the called ID shows helmeppo's name.
He sighed when he exoected for luffy to call him but he remembered he didn't have his number...
He just chuckled and went to answer helmeppo's call
"What now?"
"You stupid you just told me to meet you at the cafeteria yet you are not here and it's already been 11"
"Alright alright calm the fuck down i'll be on my way"
After that he end up the call and stood up as he looked up in the sky
"Wish to see you again Monkey D. Luffy.." he mumbled and went back to meet helmeppo.
– That's all folks...
( here a hawt coby for ya'll )
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week one
week one of i don't even know. i just want to write.
the week started with a two-day fast; a cleansing of my stomach as i thought she was swollen. my binge eating disorder is slowly taking more and more control over me; before bed snacks of oatmeal and dried tart cherries, empanadas, eggs with hot sauce, and multiple oatmeal raisin cookies. i then wake up with a stomach almost triple its normal size. to make me feel better i pretend im pregnant. i give her a name, and i tell myself to be strong for her. i then kill her with three laxatives, three digestive enzymes, and three pills of apple cider vinegar - making my stomach feel cold, shitting her out the next day. i told myself that monday would be the last binge. i relapsed both thursday and friday this week. we will try again tomorrow, saturday, and i will win and loose weight and regain control. guilt and regret isn't productive. im too focused on getting better, to spend an unreasobale amount of time umination on how much of a shit person i am. its the only option. tomorrow starts the goal of daily exersize, besides being at work. i am delaring my success now.
family came to visit this week, from Monday morning to Thursday morning. family i havent seen in almost 4 years. family i haven't talked to in 5. family that my mom resented, even till the day she died. i wonder if those feeling have changed.
one thing my mom taught me, was that change is work but growing is work too. if you want to grow with someone, and make something out of the relationship you have with eachother, you need to not only be able to be vulerable and talk about hard and uncomfotable things. you have to be willing to change: for yourself ALWAYS for yourself, grow for others, change for you. i need to change for myself, be more vulerable with myself, and work through hard things - not numb myself with drugs and sex. not distract myself with work. no more waiting for tomorrow. i’m changing today, im changed right now and i am going to act as if i already have. oprah taught me that life is filled with good and bad. the two can't exist without eachother. the perfect pair, the most effortless way of being perfect pair.
i’m realizing that this is life; periods of good and bad. maybe this is just that bad part, the part that is needed to give me perspective understanding. as much as dealing with what i’m dealing with has been extremely isolating and exhausting, it’s offered me perspective, depth. i know things that people who’d through hard things only know. i wake up with a different sense of awareness and go to bed that much more full. im holding onto the idea that the good part will be coming later, hopefully soon. i’m the one who decided what’s next.
that’s what’s stressed me out the most this week; thinking about what’s next. i need my mom; not only to help me get over her passing, but to help guide me. to give a sense of belief in myself. selfishly, if i needed a boost of ego, i could ask stupid questions and fish my mom. most of the time i just have to stalk her facebook to remember who the fuck i am. also reminder that i’m HER daughter, and that is more worth than i need. i taking pleasure in the study of how similar our faces resemble our blood relation. looking at photos of her at my age now, making me giddy at the naive thought of us being twins. hoping that this innate obsession of our mother daughter friendship warrants our existence in our past lives, with promise for reunion in the next one. oh, please wait for me!
i keep picturing myself, interviewing with Oprah talking about the hit release of my first-ever book; the motivations behind it, and hopes for the future. how i create my art for me and only, being completely selfish with it. however, throughout this interview, i have no idea what the book it is that i wrote. that’s my goal; to write a book. but i have to start with the idea. let’s make that the goal for next week.
the more you lead with love the more love will follow.
the mantra of the week, the thing i keep telling myself to overcome any anger i have toward anyone - to be at peace with maybe just meeting you at wherever the fuck your at - and not taking anything personal. protecting my peace and not giving u the power of my anger.
however, i avoided my family as they visited; refusing to cause confrontation as my filter is broken and needs constant fixing, charging. and since my mom died - that filter has been gathering dust in the corner. i simply don't give a fuck. and i felt that in my bones, the pure social sphere of having a stranger in my house only 3 weeks after my mother died, loosens my tounge and hungers my asshole to begin to eat my underwear. acting on emotion rather than logic, and avoidance is my way of still digesting these angry and tense emotions. fiercely defending till the end. i dont fuck with sweeping things underneath the rug.
so how did i stay away, and avoid? i spent my time working, and when i wasn't working i was attempting english homework, that i have still yet to finish. Saturday, i keep telling myself, Saturday is when I finish. i'll keep you updated. since i haven't finished, i was procrastiating my time, putting it elsewere; filling three hefty trash bags full of colored clothing - only to be replaced will an all black wardrobe with few white, grey and navy accents. i want to feel chic again. i want to feel myself again. i wonder what i'll wear tomorrow.
i spent my day off deep cleaning, and getting my eyebrows done which also are installing small pulses of i don’t give ANY fucks energy throughout my face and walk. my eyebrows are bushy but clean, and i am unstoppable.
today at work, i decided to wear an oversized dad sweater, that houses a mid-size picture of a beautiful garden; greenery with accents of white birdhouses and benches as characters in the scene. it made me feel a sense of humidity, a strange feeling which motivated me to support the 99c purchase. the oversized dad sweater that housed a photo of a humid garden accessorised with two nods of praise; one from a boy who i can only describe as the purest man of florida; small calfs followed by the thunderous suprise of thick thighs - a solid lap to sit on. his legs were dressed with mid thigh athetic shorts, making his thighs appear hairless and even more thick than expected. because of small his calfs looked. he wore a plan black t shirt, allowing his pecks to make an indentation to were the shirt falls. his feet were exposed - something common in florida, something every proud floridian embraces; the ability to be walking almost barefoot. something that i rarely do, almost never, even at the beach - as my feet may not be ugly but crave the dressing of an 80's chucky socks followed by a chunky sneaker. his feet were dressed in a clean, almost new looking of black unrecogonizable sldies. clean enough to be expesniive looking, but plain enough to be bought at the dollar store. a physical representation of things that cost money don't always mean they are better. "sometimes things that are expsive are worse." his toes were clean however, inspected for judgement rather than enjoyment, giving the impression that he puts effort into his heigne; a signal to flirt.
when he made his way to the cash register, i didn't allow the anxiety of his attractivesness show; keeping my voice calm not letting myself rush, embracing the akward silence of the slow register in the store, and no desire to talk. we locked eyes multiple times; him showcasing to me piercing blue eyes that look even more piercing, on the backslash of his sunkissed skin - another florida staple. almost like makeup. a handsome face, a manly face, i thought. the only thing that i didn't get to perceive was his hair - mainly as it was covered with a black bass pro baseball cap. something that reminded me of my grandpa; large and flat brimmed. i couldn't tell if his compliment was a sign of flirting or just being nice. maybe he just wanted to fill the silence of my lackluster desire for conversation. maybe he just said it to say it. i will never know, and i have to move the fuck on.
the second compliment also came at the cash register; this time from a girl. flirting with girls is something, i really never do. i tend to get more intimidated in the sense of my questioning if a woman could ever be attracted to a girl like me. i don't and didn't allow that thought to win this time, especially coming off of florida mans encounter.
shes a regular, seeing her only days before. her style consdiently mirrored that her florida man co star; housing her body in all black, giving emphasis of her silver butterfly knecklace that rests perfectly in the center of her chest - making me think of my tattoo. making me feel warm in my cheeks, and itchy in my toes.
her smile was clean, something i could suck on and feel refreshed; a crystal clean glass of iceless cool water. eye contact lingered, and i couldn't tell if she was flirty. the words ill see ya next time are now an obsession; playing on repated for the whole night, even now as I type the reencounter of our meeting.
that was the most interesting thing that happened at work today. that and we almost caught a woman stealing; a young white woman with a puppy named Chanel and a doggy stroller. her face reminded me of Amanda Bines, in the snese that it was the canvas for a small heart tattoo that also sits under the left eye. she was nice to me, especally as i tried to help her finds books. i could tell she was trying to steal, which made me second guess the genuineness of our conversation; trying to take advantage of the fact that i am nice. i really gave her the benefit of the doubt, until she lost her wallet last minute; leaving $350 worth of business and self help books on hold for tomorrow at 11am. my shift starts at that time. ill let you know if i see her again. i really hope to.
well that’s it for this week, for now. my goals? get my homework in and be caught up. go a whole week without cutting myself. to go a whole week without binge eating.
xx
mattea
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