So I watched Encanto and got way too attached to this family. This is the result...

Home is Wherever I'm With You: The Mendez Family

Alma and Pedro Madrigal attempted to flee from Shuriki's reign of terror, fearing that she would discover their magic and bring harm to them and their triplet newborns.

Well, Shuriki eventually found out, and gave chase to the Madrigals and others who were attempting to escape into the northern kingdom of Misthaven. Just as they crossed the Conteteda River to catch a ferry, disaster struck, the soldiers caught them, and Pedro sacrificed himself.

You know how the story goes from there.

A year after the family pieced itself back together thanks to Mirabel, the Madrigal's were thriving, and the town flourishing. Alma even agreed to lower the magic surrounding it, allowing outsiders in and allowing the residents to explore the surrounding towns. This was only done after it was revealed that Shuriki was dead and Princess Elena had assumed the throne.

Bruno saw a vision of the family being swept up in Regina's curse, and though the family tried to re-fortify Encanto, they were unsuccessful, and swept away to Storybrooke.

Thankfully, the curse kept the family together, and they are some of the most beloved members of the town.

Alma Paula (María Cecilia Botero) is a retired teacher, and a close friend of Granny.

Pedro Miguel (Fabián Ríos) was tragically killed in the Storybrooke Mines. His death was what lead to their closure.

Julieta Sara (Angie Cepeda) runs the Storybrooke Bakery, and is the go-to for celebration desserts.

Pepa Antonella (Judy Reyes) is the town's Meteorologist, and her predictions are known to be freakishly accurate. Isn't it a shame she doesn't work for a national network...?

Bruno Juan (John Leguizamo) is a writer for the newspaper, but has stacks of fiction books that he's nervous about sending to publishers.

Isabela Ines (Sofia Carson) is a florist for Game of Thornes. She's the wild one of the family, frequenting The Rabbit Hole with Lacey and Ruby.

Luisa Daniella (Sarah Robles) is a college student, and also works at the Storybrooke Bookstore as a way to relax.

Mirabel Carolina (Belissa Escobedo) is a high school student, and is often found after school at Sara's bakery.

Dolores Andrea (Adassa) is Tomas' fianceé, and a DJ, typically for weddings in the town, but also for school dances or other large events.

Camillo Diego (Mauricio Lara) is a high school student. He's the class clown and frequently lands in detention.

Antonio Oscar is an elementary school student with a penchant for animals.

Augustín Carlos (Pedro Pascal) is a fisherman, frequently tangled in his equipment.

Félix Matias (Mauro Castillo) is an architect, and designed most of Storybrooke's playgrounds, along with Sara's bakery.

Mariano Tomas (Maluma) is Andrea's fiancé, and works as a jeweler, at the store owned by his mother.

Omg what the heck 2k!?! I’m so happy for you like I remember when you started this blog some time ago, and you blew up fast 😭 also that era when you got shadow banned. I wanted to request the monster trio with option 1. So how about a meeting their S/O after the 2 year gap but they ended on argument so now what would they say after not seeing them for two years.

A/N:😭😭i forgot about the shadowbanned era omg. I almost stopped writing completely then. That was a CRAZY time. Thank you for reminding me of that LOL 

Characters: gn reader x Sanji, Zoro, Luffy Total word count: 750

A Postponed Apology

Sanji

“My love! You’re safe!” Sanji tackled you, both of you falling to the ground entangled in one another. 

He pushed back the hair from your face and covered you with kisses in between his words. “You’re here! I missed you so much!”

“Sanji,” you laughed, trying to push him off. “You’re smothering me!”

“I’ll smother you forever!” He pressed his head against your chest, humming pleasantly as he listened to your heartbeat. “I’ll never leave your side ever again!”

Your fingers ran through his hair as tears filled your eyes. You hadn’t expected this reunion to go so smoothly. You had expected Sanji to never speak to you again, maybe even come back with a new crew member recruit. You wouldn’t have blamed him, not after all the horrible things you said to him. 

“You’re not mad?” you whispered softly, afraid your voice would betray you. 

“Why would I be mad?” he asked, still listening to your heart beat in your chest. “I’m just grateful you’re okay.”

“But our fight…” Tears spilled out of the corner of your eyes and down your cheeks.

“Our fight?” he asked, clearly confused. He pulled his head away from your chest to look you in the eyes, and you could see his soul shatter at the fact he was making you cry. 

“Do you mean the one from two years ago?” he asked. “Darling, don’t even worry about that. All that matters is that we are here together now, and I’m never letting you go again.”

Zoro

It took your eyes a second to adjust to the darkened room, but Zoro’s voice rang out. 

“So, you’re the second one to arrive, huh?”

You hadn’t expected Zoro to be there. He was always getting so lost, you had assumed it would be anyone but him. 

“Nobody else is here yet?” you asked, joining him at the bar. 

“Just you and me.”

Silence filled the air, the heaviness of your last conversation still weighing on your shoulders. 

“Zoro-”

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “It was two years ago. It’s not a big deal.”

“No.” You shook your head, finally turning to look at him. “I should’ve never said those things. If I had known-”

“But you didn’t know.” He sighed, picking his beer up and taking a long drink. “Are you still upset about it? Do you even remember what we were fighting about?”

“Well no, but-”

“Then it doesn’t matter. We’re together now. Let’s make up for lost time instead, okay?”

You smiled, relieved at his words. He had never been one to hold a grudge. 

“Okay.”

Luffy

You kept your distance from Luffy until everyone went to sleep. It had been a long day full of emotions, and he was busy enough with his captain duties. The last thing you wanted to do was inconvenience him any further. 

“Sanji!” Luffy called, entering the kitchen. “I’m-oh! Hey!”

Your heart quickened at his voice. You weren’t ready to face him yet. Even if you knew you had to. 

“Hey Luffy,” you whispered. “Sanji went to bed, but he made this ice cream sundae. You want it?”

Luffy’s mouth grew into a big smile, his eyes growing wide. He grabbed a spoon and slid into the booth next to you. “You’re the best! You know that, right?” 

You gave an awkward laugh. “I guess we need to talk, huh?”

Luffy looked at you, a blank and confused look on his face. “Talk about what?”

It was hard to look at him, but you forced yourself to. “Our last conversation?”

He was trying to remember, you could see his brain going into overdrive as he recalled your last moments together on Sabaody. Finally, he shrugged and shoveled a scoop of ice cream into his mouth. 

“I don’t remember our last conversation,” he admitted. 

You raised an eyebrow. “The fight? Because if you want to break up-”

“Why would I want to break up with you?” Luffy asked. “That’s the last thing I want.”

“Well, I said some pretty harsh things, Lu.”

He knitted his eyebrows in concentration, trying to remember. For a minute you watched him, and you could’ve sworn steam was coming out of his ears. But he shook his head. “Sorry, I don't remember that at all.”

You laughed. You should be surprised or offended. But that was just Luffy. “So we’re good?” you asked.

“Of course,” he said, offering you a bite. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

An Itch to Scratch🔞

Info: fem/reader x Zoro, MDNI, Mature, implied masturbation, cunnilingus, vaginal intercourse, cock warming, enough plot to get to the point🔞

Context: You and Zoro have the same issue and come to the same conclusion.

The feeling was both unbearable and embarrassing. The unique situation made Y/N wonder if this is how Sanji felt most of the time when Nami gave him the cold shoulder. Why it was worse now, she couldn't guess, but she needed a release.

The two faithful toys Y/N kept clean and ready failed right when she was about to peak. The first toy just took forever, and the second was only half-charged and died right at her peak. Y/N wanted to scream at the loss of sensation and flung her toy at the wall.

"Useless!" She cried as she picked up the broken toy and dumped it in the trash. Y/N then went to the ship's bathing room for a long shower at full power.

This is hell, pure hell, Zoro thought as he scratched his scalp red.

He couldn't explain what was going on with him. His usually trained body was not cooperating with him. 'The Need', as he referred it to himself, had appeared that morning. He dealt with it as usual, like an adult, whenever 'The Need' arrived.

Only this time, it wouldn't go away. Oh, he would get his release, but not even two hours later, 'The Need' would be back, stronger than ever. Zoro couldn't explain it. Not even when he was a teenager did he need to jerk off this much. After jerk-off number three, Zoro ignored the 'The Need' when it appeared an hour later.

Training, just think of it like training. A form of self-discipline.

He then hissed as his hard, throbbing cock rubbed against the fabric of his pants the wrong way as he walked to the bathhouse on the ship. Maybe nearly drowning in a tub of ice water would make this torture stop.

Zoro had just turned a corner when Y/N nearly crashed into him.

"Oh! Sorry," She said, sounding moody.

Zoro noted her wet hair and flushed skin. Worse, he could smell the soap she used mixed with her own scent. Zoro heard himself swallow and covered his face to keep from inhaling more of her alluring amora.

"Are you alright, Zoro?"

"Fine." He replied gruffly.

Y/N sighed and was about to leave when a thought occurred to her. She grabbed Zoro by the opening of his robe and dragged him with her.

“Hey! What-”

Zoro stopped his protest as he studied Y/n's body. She was tense in her back and shoulders as if something was weighing her down. If she had just taken a shower, shouldn't it have gone away?

Maybe she had a problem, he thought, and hoped it would be enough to distract him from his issue if she was planning to tell him. He let Y/n take him to a storage closet and waited for her to talk.

“Do you remember that conversation we had at the bar about four weeks ago?”

Zoro glanced up and hummed as he thought about what she was asking. He made an annoyed sound when the memory wouldn't come to him.

“That's okay, you will in a second. Zoro, I need you to have sex with me.”

His dark eye widened, and just as Y/n said, the conversation came back to him in a flash. It started with Sanji chasing after a busty barmaid and ended with breakfast being late the following day.

Zoro had made some comment that Y/N overheard. Somehow, the pair made a pack to come to each other if they needed relief. But that was supposed to be a joke, right?

The hard cock in his pants didn't care if it was a joke or not and throbbed at the offer.

“Huh?!” Zoro said as his dick screamed at him to shut-up and take Y/n’s offer.

“Look, I wouldn't ask you this if I wasn't desperate. I usually can handle this myself, but my body is being a literal bitch to me right now.” Y/n explained as her cheeks flushed with embarrassed heat.

Zoro's face also flushed since he never expected a trusted crewmate to ask him such a thing.

“What do you mean you can’t handle it?!”

“I mean, I've tried and failed. I need something else! I need…” Y/n cut herself off and looked away.

This was a bad idea. Worse, she pulled Zoro into her issue. She respected the swordsman and trusted him, but this was so inappropriate.

Y/n bit her lip and said to him, “Sorry, forget what I said. It was stupid of me to ask.”

She then moved past him with her eyes lowered to the ground. His hand shot out and grabbed her arm.

“If we do this, we keep it to ourselves. And we don't make a habit of it.”

Y/n's head snapped to Zoro. She was ready to say he didn't need to give in to her request or feel obligated to help when Zoro untied his red sash and dropped his robe. God help her; her mouth practically watered at the bulge in Zoro's pants.

“Oh,” She said dumbly. “Wait, how long-?”

“All day,” Zoro huffed as he crossed his arms. “All fucking day.”

It was her turn to swallow as the air around them suddenly thickened. She wanted to move closer to Zoro and feel for herself how hard his cock was under his pants. Instead, she breathed slowly through her nose and out her parted lips. She needed to think. To evaluate the situation.

What I need, her body and brain said in unison, is to put that cock in my-

"Y/N."

Y/N's eyes flicked back up at Zoro. A smooth smirk played at his lips, and why not? He had something she wanted, and they both knew it. She could understand how it would stroke his pride to see how her breathing had changed and how her eyes darkened with lust.

The fact was, she had something he wanted, and Y/N could see the change in him as well.

“Please, Zoro. Just this one time.” She said in a heated whisper.

Fine, Zoro thought as he moved closer to Y/N. He picked her up and sat her on top of a crate. They could be adults about this and fuck like the crazed animals their instincts wanted them to be. Y/n blinked up at him as he pushed up her skirt and pulled down the lace panties.

I should be embarrassed. I should stop this. I should...

Y/N's mind stopped as Zoro dipped his head down, one hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. As he went down, Y/N simultaneously spread her legs and leaned back, careful not to topple over, but the crate was long enough to accommodate her.

Zoro released a long, appraising breath that made Y/N shiver and close her eyes.

"What a needy woman you are, Y/N. You're already wet." Zoro's voice rumbled.

Y/N cried out as she felt a smooth, wet tongue slide up her folds and flick at her clit. She squirmed on the crate and tried to close her legs as more of a reaction then a rejection.

Zoro slapped his hands on her inner thighs, making Y/N yelp in surprise. Zoro forced her bent legs down in a frog-like position to open her up completely to him.

He grinned up at her.

"I doubt it'll solve your problem, but I want to give this a try."

Y/N's breath stuttered, and then, her head was whipped back as Zoro dug on in. She wondered where he had learned. Her second thought was being grateful she had bathed. The last was purely worshiping her new god, Zoro's tongue.

"Fuck...Oh...fuck...Zoro..."

Zoro chuckled into her as he licked and sucked, added his fingers to throw her off, or when she dared to mention "god" in the mix. He edged her close, to the very fucking edge and then pulled away. The near-angry/desperate scream she made had him laughing and smirking down at her.

"ZORO! THE FUCK!"

"Easy there, pussy cat." He grinned as he moved over her, his cock in hand. "We're doing this together."

Y/N huffed as she panted. Her eyes were blown with lust, and her cheeks flushed as she gave him an impatient look. He chuckled again and rubbed the round head over her clit, then pressed it against her folds.

She hated the needy whimper that left her, but dammit, she needed to come already!

"Zoro...Please..."

The smirk was gone as Zoro felt a bead of sweat running down his near his ear and neck. He wasn't inside her yet, but he knew she would be warm and snug. Just one thrust and things would change between them.

"Y/N, you sure-"

"Yes! Please, god damn you! Hurry up before I dry up and go to Sanji-"

The cook's name was barely out of her mouth when Zoro pulled her closer and bucked his hip. The feeling was painful and delicious as her eyes rolled back and her body arched.

"OH! Fu-"

"You deserved that; I hope you know that."

Y/N laughed and smirked at Zoro, "Yeah, I do. But worth it."

"You brat."

Zoro then did something Y/N didn't expect, he kissed her. She accepted the kiss as her arms and legs went around him. What followed was 20 minutes of mind-blowing rutting.

Zoro wanted longer, but she was too wet and hot for him not to lose it just 6 minutes in! Worse, he had a feeling this wasn't going to be a one-time thing.

He held Y/N's wrist down as he let his world crumble as she squeezed the life out of him as she came. The sweet mewling sounds Y/N made his ego roar as his cock twitched side her.

His sweat-covered forehead rested on the crook of her neck, and he breathed in her sweet-smelling skin. Finally, his body felt satisfied enough not to bother him for a while, and he yawned as he felt ready to nap.

"Did you just yawn?" Y/N giggled as she pushed against him, but his body refused to budge.

"Need to nap," Zoro simply grunted as he wrapped his arms around her soft body.

"Zoro, your cock is still in me."

"Leave it. It's not hurting you."

"That's not the point. Zoro, get-"

Zoro then snored, and Y/n sighed as she wondered how long of a nap he would need before he let her go. She then yawned and prayed that her back wouldn't be sore later as she fell asleep under him, feeling satisfied at last.

photocard galore | theodore nott x reader

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader

warnings: modern au ? (kpop mentioned). boygroup ! everything else is the same. reader is a hufflepuff. fluff. comfort. jealous!theodore ? readers status not clarified !

summary: (y/n) has been hiding her passion for kpop. she merely keeps it hidden out of fear of being made fun of or teased for it. that is, until theodore unintentionally learned about your secret interest.

masterlist | posted - 11/12/23

(Y/n) was currently sitting on her bed, looking down excitingly at the physical album she held in her hands.

You had been waiting for this comeback from your favs since forever. So when it had finally released, when you had finally gotten your hands on it, you couldn’t help but geek out.

You unwrapped the plastic off, opening the photobook and scanning through it with eagerness in your eyes as you basically skipped through it just to get to the fun part, which was pulling the photocards of course.

You took a deep breath before taking out the first photocard, hoping you’d pull atleast one of your two biases. You quickly reveal the photocard, meeting the face of one of your biases, you squeal excitingly before quickly calming yourself down to pull the next final photocard.

But before you can, you hear a knock coming from your door. causing you to panic and quickly shove the album under your pillow. The door opened, revealing your slytherin boyfriend, a smile appearing on your face as he came in.

“Teddy!” You beamed at your boyfriend.

"Hello, Cara Mia." You blushed at the nickname as he moved down to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek while speaking in a soft voice. He turned to face you and sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling at the faint blush that appeared on your cheeks.

“What were you up to?” He continued, scooting closer towards you. You just hummed, looking around to quickly make something up. The thing was, Theo didn't have a clue about your hidden hobby, and you’d like to keep it that way. You wouldn’t bare the teasing from anyone let alone your own boyfriend.

“Oh uh.. I was just..” your voice trailed off before quickly making something up. “I was just practicing some spells!” You chimed.

Theo chose to ignore you even though he could see right through you right away. He wasn’t one to bug you until you had told him. He knew his limits.

“Okay well,” Theodore took your hand, caressing it. Something he always did in which you found comfort in. “If you’re done with that, I was hoping you’d join me on a trip to Hogsmeade.” He smiled warmly at you.

You perked up at the mention of Hogsmeade. You nodded quickly, making Theo chuckle."I'll go get my coat!" You remembered leaving it in your friend's room the day before.

Theo simply nodded as you stood up and walked over to the room next door. Something had captured his attention as he returned his gaze to the bed where you sat. He removed the pillow, which revealed what appeared to be a book. He picked it up, as he wasn’t familiar with it and continued examine it. Looking at the bright colors of the cover before he opened it which led to the inclusions falling out.

He continued to look at it, flipping through the pages, revealing the unfamiliar faces. He thought for a second. ‘This must be a muggle thing..’ He guessed. He looked down at the items that had fallen on his lap, picking them up as he stared at tiny photocards.

Slight jealousy rose up, he had no idea why he was jealous. Maybe it's because he'd prefer you to have pictures of him rather than these strangers? He didn’t want to admit it, but it was true.

You made your way back to your room, opening the door to discover your boyfriend with the kpop album in his hands. Your face flushed from embarrassment as he looked up. But before he could say a word, you quickly snatched the items from his grasp, shoving them into your side drawer. You stood there, your back facing Theo as you froze. You kept quiet, expecting some kind of retort from Theo.

"What was that about?" Theo teased. Though you couldn't see his face, you swore you could still feel that stupid grin that rose up on his face. You just groaned, hated being made fun of, "It was nothing.. just some stupid muggle thing." You muttered. Theo just raised an eyebrow at you in amusement. You let out another groan. "Shut up.. can't we just go now?" You say, your frustration mounting, little by little. Theo rose up his hands up in defense, before letting out a snicker and only nodded. The feeling of jealousy now lingering within him.

time skip ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

You spent the remainder of the day at Hogsmeade exploring many of your favorite stores with Theo, and it was splendid. Totally forgetting the small event from earlier that day.

Theo stayed by your side the entire time, not discussing the event but keeping it in the back of his mind. That's when you two came across the photobooth area. Theo had an idea when he excused himself, indicating that he needed to go the restroom, while you two were waiting in line to pay for some books you wanted. You merely nodded, not putting much thought into it as your full attention was towards the slow pace of the line.

You only realized how long Theo had been gone when you were moved forward from the back of the line to the front to pay for the books you held. As you moved outside the shop after finally paying, you cradled the books against your chest waiting for his return.

Just then, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into a grasp as the smell of cigarettes and an awfully familiar scent entered your nose, something you recognized immediately.

“Missed me darling?” Theo smirked. You blushed and rolled your eyes playfully at him, “not even...” you say, and he dramatically scoffed as you notice the small little bag he held.

“And what's that?” you asked curiously, trying to peer over at it just for Theo to pull it behind his back. "Ah! It's only nothing!" he grinned at your attempt. You only pouted at his actions, to which he pecks your pouty lips. "It's a surprise amore." He reassures. You felt your face heat up as you decide not to question it anymore.

He pulled you closer, removing his arm from your shoulder to hold your free hand as you two walked back to the station to Hogwarts.

time skip ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

You'd been studying and catching up on schoolwork in the library for hours the next day. Your head was buried in a book as you jotted down some notes, barely lifting your gaze away from the page as you read.

You hadn't seen your boyfriend since you both arrived at Hogwarts from the trip to Hogsmeade, which made you quite sad because you started to miss him. You yawned, as you wrote your last part of your essay for transfiguration class.

Right on queue, he darts into the library, looking around for a familiar head. Once he spots you, he sees that you had your head slumped over the table, tired of studying. He makes his way towards you, flopping on the chair across from you as he catches his breath slowly, as if he had been running through the school halls.

You look up, surprised for a second as you watch his figure. However, your look gradually changes into a shy, small smile.

"Well hello teddy." (Y/n) spoke with a soft voice, reminding the boy infront of her that they were in a library. He only huffed, still out of breath. "Where have you been all day?" you paused, looking down at your book as you began to pack everything up before you continued. "I was beginning to miss you," you shyly admit.

Your quiet confession merely drew a smile from Theo. "Amore," he said as he took your hand in his and caressed it, causing you to look up as you meet his gaze.

"I've been fixing up something for you-" He's paused, bringing out a small, wrapped gift he'd been hiding behind his back with his hand. "A gift," he grins, recalling of the Hogsmeade visit.

You solely fawned, your eyes twinkling at the small gift your boyfriend held out to you. You accepted the gift, placing it in front of you and slowly unwrapping it. Pulling on the bow's string loosening the covering. Theo was observing you with gentle eyes and a cheesy smile as he examined your reaction to the present.

You removed the covering, revealing a stack of photocards. Your mouth gapes open excitingly. "Theo!.." you glance up at your boyfriend, a clear proud look on his face making you giggle. You skimmed through the multiple photocards of your handsome boyfriend, you find yourself giggling and cheesing at basically all of them.

"Wait- what made you do this? When did you even do this?!" I questioned the grinning boy sitting infront of me, glancing up at him before looking back at the photos, organizing them.

"Well, it was that muggle thing… I saw the tiny photos and thought you'd prefer some of me! obviously- " He winked, which made you laugh. "And uhh I fixed em up yesterday, during our Hogsmeade trip.." He reveals, feeling shy all of a sudden. You giggled, leaning in and holding his chin, "well, I love them all, every single one of them," you said before bringing him into a sweet kiss to which he returns.

"This one's my personal favorite," you said, pointing to the photo of him holding up a book and looking toward the camera. "My beautiful, charming, sweet boyfriend~" you teased. Making him playfully roll his eyes and smiling sleepily at you.

You no longer needed to collect anyone else's photocard.

a/n; that's it for my first imagine! please let me know your thoughts! I'd appreciate any tips and or criticism ;p thank you !! <33

Coach Sy part 4 "The Date"

Here it is folks! Sy and Alayna's big first date and other things ;) Enjoy let me know what you think! No I promise I'm not stopping here!!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, Smut! (p in v) , creampie, Dom Sy

Reblogs and comments are always welcome! all mistakes are mine! it's late and I definitely did not proof read because I was on a roll and excited about posting it! I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical errors

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It was another busy week. We were headed into the second week of October and that meant midterms were right around the corner. And so was fall break. Half of my students were anxious and stressed, they had test anxiety and were worried where this would put them on the class ranking. The others, I couldn’t get them to focus. They had one foot out the door ready for the long weekend, Ready for pumpkin patches and fall leaves. Surely plotting their next instagram post or tik tok or whatever it was they were doing now. 

I actually didn’t see much of Sy during the week, the boys were up against another difficult team this friday so he spent most of his lunches watching tape for practice. We kept things professional when we did run into each other though. It helped that I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take it after what he’d said saturday. He wanted to be a gentleman. I guess that meant he wasn’t going to kiss me again either until he took me out on a date. I could handle that. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t torture. Logan may be kind and sweet and the perfect gentleman. But he’s also a big fucking tease. And he was doing it on purpose!

I ran into him on Wednesday afternoon in the hallway. I was on my way back in from picking up lunch. He was on his way back to his classroom. He immediately smiled when he saw me

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes, late lunch darlin?” He asked, leaning against the wall in the hallway. I blushed.

“Hey handsome, yeah, busy afternoon just got the chance to go pick something up.” I responded. Then added “I’ve missed are lunch dates, I haven’t seen much of you this week,” I bit my lip softly waiting for him respond. 

“Yeah, me too, I’d much rather be having you for lunch,” He winked. “But I don’t think that’d be very work appropriate.” He smirked. I felt my face heat up and my eyes went wide. 

“Sy!” I scolded trying so hard to hide my laugh. He cupped the my jaw and brushed his thumb over my cheek. 

“Saturday’s only a few days away Darlin’, I waited over a year for you. Just a few more days and you can see as much of me as you want,” He drawled out chuckling softly. 

My face went completely flush and my heart rate sped up. This had to be what a heart attack felt like. God this man knew what he was doing. My skin felt like it was burning and simultaneously I was puddle on the floor for him. 

“You talk big game for a man that won’t even kiss me,” I teased, finally finding my voice again. I watched him as his eyes flickered behind me and he quickly turned to see if we were alone. 

“I can’t baby, you’re like a drug or something. If I get started with you again I’m not gonna be able to stop. And this aint the right place for that sugar.” He smiled softly. He let his hand fall back to his side. We were in the middle of the hallway surely we couldn’t stand like this forever and not get caught. And he was right. Faculty dating isn’t against the rules. But at the rate we were going we would be fired if we took a step closer to each other right now. 

“I do that much for you?” I asked, unable to hide smile. 

“You do more than that sugar, you’ll see soon enough. I gotta head back to my classroom and get some work done. I’ll see you at the game Friday! You go eat darlin, don’t need you passin out on us,” he gave me one last soft smile before we parted ways and I headed back to my office.  

On thursday night I went to dinner with the girls. And gave them all the details they’d been waiting for. 

“Girl I would have melted! He did not!” Skyler gasped. I laughed and hid my blush behind a sip of wine. 

“And in the middle of the school hallway, you guys are like teenagers,” Hayley shook her head, but smiled. “You better be back by curfew saturday night,” she smirked. I took another bite of the cake we were sharing for dessert and smiled skyler shook her head. 

“I don’t think he plans on taking her back to her house unless he’s staying the night,” She joked. 

“My god you guys can we get through one dinner without discussing my love life,” 

“No, it was non-existent until he came along and we are fully invested. This is better than TV!” Skyler laughed. “Seriously though, I hope you have so much fun saturday night, you haven’t been out on a date in… well a really long time! You deserve this!” 

“He does know you’re like horrible at bowling though right? Like when we used to go in high school your best game was like a 72, you might as well as just dropped it right in the gutter!” Hayley laughed. 

“I tried to tell him! I chuckled. “If anything there will be a lot of laughter. And it’ll be an excuse for him to put his hands on me again.” I wiggled my eyebrows. Hayley rolled her eyes and skyler almost choked on her drink laughing. I love my friends so much! 

Friday felt like it dragged on forever. Sy was busy all day again so I’d only heard from him in his usual “Good morning” text. We were busy in the office starting sign-ups for the first senior college campus field trip, and I skipped lunch so I was starving by the time I packed up my office at the end of the school day. Just as I was about to lock up my office there was a knock on my door. 

I looked up and saw a few of the boys on the football team standing outside of my office. 

“Derek, Matt, Tyler, Can I help you boys?” I smiled. 

“We just wanted to thank you for being at our game last week Ms. P, You’re the best!” Derek spoke first. He was such a sweet kid. He was a shoein for a football scholarship at one of the big universities. 

“Yeah and we heard you were gonna be there tonight too! That’s awesome, Coach says you’re our good luck charm and I think he’s right. No one’s got as much spirit as you!” Tyler laughed. 

“You boys are just trying to butter me up to write your college recommendation letters,” I chuckled. “That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you! I can’t wait to watch you guys play tonight!”

“You rock Ms. Plummer! Oh and uh,” Matt smirked  and stepped out from behind the other two boys I hadn’t noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “Coach sent us to deliver these,” He said extending the vase out to me. 

“Thank you Matt,” I smiled taking them from him and setting them on my desk. “You guys better get home Coach will have your head if you don’t take care of yourselves before the game!” They all smiled 

“We’ll see you tonight Ms. P!” Derek called as they left the office. Shook my head and smiled to my self as picked up the flowers and finally closed up my office. 

Once I got home from work I set the flowers on the counter and noticed there was a little card attached. I pulled off the little envelope and took out the card. 

“Flowers for our gorgeous good luck charm. It’s gonna be a great game! Can’t wait to see you tonight Sugar ;)”  I could feel my cheeks heating up and I smiled to myself. He was too much sometimes. But I loved it. I ate a quick dinner, changed into some jeans and put on Sy’s hoodie I still had from last weekend. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.  I sprayed on a little perfume that he had complimented a while ago. And then headed out the door to get to the game a little early. 

I don’t know why I was trying to impress him. I already had him. But I really enjoyed having his attention. And I missed it so much this week while he was busy. The spot next to his truck was open so I parked next to him. It was starting to feel natural. I liked it. It felt like we belonged together. I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself. 

When I headed toward the field I found him immediately. He was standing on the sidelines talking with the other coaches while the boys were warming up. I walked along the fence that ran along the outside of the track and stood leaned against it waiting for him to see me. One of the other coaches saw me first and smirked. He sent me a little wink before he nudged Sy and nodded in my direction. Sy raised his eyebrow and turned to see what Nick was looking at. I smiled and and waved shyly. “I’ll be back, Nick get the boys started on the next defensive drill, I want ‘em good and focused tonight!” He said barely looking back to catch his assistant coaches response before he strode over to the fence giving me a toothy grin. 

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled as he leaned his hip against the fence. 

“Hey handsome, looks like the boys are in good shape for the game tonight!” I said. He looked out at the field and watched them for a minute and nodded. 

“Yeah, we’re lookin’ even better now that our good luck charm is here. The boys couldn’t wait to give you your flowers.” He chuckled, turning back to face me. 

“Yeah? I’m sure THEY couldn’t,” I smirked. “Thank you they were beautiful, and the card was sweet Sy, you didn’t need to do that.” 

“Gentlemen always, sends flowers on the first date,” He teased. 

“Yeah but it’s not until tomorrow,” I joked. 

“Okay, so maybe I felt bad that i’ve been a little busy this week, just wanted you to know that I’m eager to see you again. I’m always thinking about ya,” he smiled

“Sy,” i blushed

“It’s true, I’m always thinking about your pretty little smile. And those lips.” He paused “The way you taste. And those tits,” He smirked wiggling is eyebrows. 

“Oh my god,” I blushed and folded my arms against the fence hiding my face. “You are ridiculous!” I mumbled against my sleeve. He chuckled. 

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked raising an eyebrow. I lifted my head to meet his gaze biting my lip softly. 

“It might be.” I said shyly. 

“So you’ve been thinking about me too,” He smirked. 

“It’s kinda hard not too,” I admitted. He smiled and holding my gaze for a moment before looking back at the field, then behind me at the bleachers. 

“It’s probably not appropriate for us to show PDA around the students like this huh?” He said sadly, “I wanna kiss you so bad,”

“Well, it is technically after work hours, and theres no harm in a good luck kiss.” I smiled batting my eyelashes playfully. 

“I like the way you think Darlin,” He smirked cupping my jaw tilting my face up and pressing his lips to mine softly. We stayed like that for a few seconds breathing each other in. It’d been a long week. Finally we pulled away when one of the players whistled from the sidelines. Sy chuckled and shook his head. 

“Good luch coach.” 

They didn’t need it, the boys played amazing. The predictions would be that this would be a close scoring game, but our team shut them out. The final score was 54 to 10. They had 4 straight consecutive wins this season. They were undefeated so far and if they won again next week it would be the first time in 15 years we’d headed into an undefeated season. Sy was really soaking it up after the game. 

“Well look at you Cowboy.” I smiled waiting against my car as he walked out to his truck after everyone had cleared out. “You’re famous around here now.” 

“Nah, the boys deserve all the credit, they’re the ones putting in the work.” He said humbly. 

“I saw you celebrating you out there, You love this!” I grinned, looking up at him as he stopped right in front of me. “You’re a damn good coach, they wouldn’t be this good without you,” I put my hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder pulling him closer. 

“With a beauty like you cheering us on we’re unstoppable baby,” He said softly grabbing my belt loops and pulling me against him kissing me roughly. I let him bit my lip and slip his hands down to squeeze my ass before I pulled away and pushed him back softly with my hand on his chest. 

“Slow down Tiger, you haven’t taken me out yet remember?” I smirked. He groaned dropping his head to my shoulder breaking heavily against my neck. “Whats got you all riled up captain?

“You showing up in my hoodie, kissing me like that, acting all shy,  you’re such a tease baby,” he growled. 

“Me? And your little stunt in the hallway this week wasn’t teasing? I couldn’t focus for the rest of the day! And I couldn’t kiss you then!” I pouted. He smirked. 

“Yeah I guess that wasn’t fair was it?” He brushed my hair back away from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Okay, we better get out of here before I try and take you home with me again,”

“One more day Logan, you did this to yourself!” I winked. “It’ll be worth it.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pick you up around 7:30 for dinner, the bowling thing starts at 9 is that okay?” He asked. 

I nodded “That sounds perfect Sy! I’ll see you then,” I said walking  around to the drivers side of my car and opening the door. 

“Get home safe, Text me when you get home.” He said as he got in his truck. 

“I will!”

The next day I was so anxious. Logan and I had been out together before but this was different. I could barely eat I was so nervous. I sat around trying to get some housework done, but I couldn’t even nervous clean. So I sat down and tried to get some reading done, but then there was a spicy scene in the book I was reading and, well my mind wandered to Sy and I was nervous all over again. Finally 6 o’clock rolled around and I let myself start to get ready. I pulled on a pair of tight jeans I hoped he’d like. Not that it would matter. By the end of the night I knew  they’d be off.  I put on a dark green v neck. I’ve noticed he seems to like that color. We would eventually have to switch to bowling shoes so I just put on a pair of converse and paced while I tried to figure out what to do with my hair and how much make up I should do. Then I panicked again because, Should I pack a bag? 

It’s very likely I’ll end up at his place again. Unless he doesn’t want me to stay over. I don’t want to assume. Maybe I should text him. No because I didn’t want him to know I was thinking about what we’d be doing later. But I was. And I’m sure he was. This was Ridiculous. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text. 

“Do gentlemens let their ladyfriends sleepover on the first date?” I sent. That sounds so stupid, He’s gonna think your stupid. He’s literally gonna call you and cancel the whole thing. My phone buzzed and I jumped a little lost in thought and anxiety. 

“When they’re lucky enough to have a date as sexy as you they do ;)” He replied. Okay so maybe I’m not stupid. 

“Would it be unladylike and presumptuous for me to be prepared for said occasion?” I texted back. Instead of texting my phone rang. I answered him quickly

“Hello?” I giggled. 

“Hey Darlin’ I was just getting ready to come pick you up and I was thinking, Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?” I could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“Sy,” I chuckled “You didn’t have to.” he shushed me. 

“Listen baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but the way we’ve been going at it this week, I figured I may as well formally ask.” He was holding back laughter.

“I’d be honored to stay with you tonight, I’ll pack a back,” I teased.  He chuckled 

“Good girl, I’ll see you in 20 baby,” we hung up and bit my lip shaking my head to myself. He was so damn cute! I finished getting ready and threw a few overnight essentials in a bag. Just as I was double checking everything there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my purse and bag and opened the door to see Sy with another bouquet of flowers and a big grin. 

“Hey gorgeous! You ready?” He smiled. I nodded. 

“Yeah! Those for me?” I blushed. 

“Told ya, Gentleman always brings flowers on the first date.” He smirked proud of himself. They were a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses. 

“Your momma raised a good man!” I smiled. “They’re beautiful, I’ll go put these in some water and we can go!” After I found a vase and set them on the counter next to last nights flowers we left for dinner. He took me to a local burger joint. It reminded me of one of the restaurants in Grease. He’d genuinely put thought into this! We ate dinner and even shared a milkshake. 

“You’re such a dork!” I laughed when he leaned across the table to take a sip. 

“You like it or  you wouldn’t keep me around,” He joked. 

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” He laughed and his eyes flickered to my lips. 

“Hold still sugar,  you got a little something,” He took his thumb and swiped the ice cream off my bottom lip and then brought it to his lips sucking it off. I swallowed hard and bit my lip “Got it,” He winked. 

“Mmhmm, you did,” I stuttered. 

After he paid for dinner he drove us to the bowling alley and we got set up on a lane for the night. We also got a little wrist band for the bar. “I”m gonna go get a beer sugar you want anything?” He asked. 

“I’ll take a wine cooler, whatever they got!” I smiled. I set up our screen putting our names on the board and started our first game. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and he pulled me close pressing a kiss to my neck. 

“You ready?” he asked handing me my drink? I nodded biting my lip and trying to control my breathing. I didn’t want him to know how easy it was for him to make me lose my mind. He chuckled and kissed my cheek letting go of me and picked up his ball.

Sy was up first and I watched as he stepped up to the lane. He drew his arm back and let the ball come forward dropping it perfectly in the middle He hit all but two pins in the far left. Of course he was good at this. “Damn Sy, I didn’t realize you were a professional at every sport.” I joked. He chuckled. 

“A couple buddies and I used to play on a league in high school. It’s been a while.” He picked up his ball again when it came back through and stepped up to the line again and it spiraled down and curved perfectly knocking down the last pins.  “Guess I still got it!” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. I grabbed my ball and stepped up to the line. Well, I’ve made myself look stupid before and he’s still here so, here’s to embarrassing myself! I threw the ball and it dropped hard immediately rolling toward the right gutter. I sighed heavy and dropped my head in shame. I could hear Logan trying not to laugh. 

“Shut up,” I said when I turned around waiting for my ball. 

“That was a good try,” He snickered. 

“I’ll get the next one!” I said confidently. I did not. This one rolled more to the left skated along the edge and knocked down two pins. I winced but laughed at myself when I turned around. 

“You hit em that time!” I laughed. 

“We can’t all be perfect like you Sy!” I joked. He shook his head his chest shaking with laughter. 

“I can help you if you want,” He smiled sweetly. I wasn’t going to give into him that easily. Not yet. 

“No! I can do it,” I said stubbornly.  He just laughed. We went on like that for a while. The next turn He bowled a strike. I knocked down 4. He picked up another spare. I got 6. He got another strike. I threw another gutterball. When it was my turn again I downed the rest of my drink and stood up grabbing the ball. I walked up to the line and stood their for a second. I stared at the pins and the turned back towards Sy and pouted. 

“Okay I give up, help,” He smiled standing up from the table and walked up behind me. 

“Come here baby, Stand a little more to the right of center.” He moved us over and grabbed my hip so I was completely pressed against him. He slowly ran his hand down my arm gently grabbing my wrist. Guiding it back to show me how to throw the ball. He was saying something but I honestly couldn’t hear the instructions he was giving over my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Just like that and let it go okay.” he smiled. I nodded and he guidded me again helping me throw the ball. This time I knocked down all but one. “Thats my girl!” He said spinning me around and kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders kissing him back. He pulled away quickly and smiled. “I knew you could do it.” We finished the first game and of course Sy had Won. He got me another drink and he switched to water so he could drive us home.  The second drink was starting to hit and I kept calling him over to help me and teasing him by pressing my ass against him everytime he was behind me. At the end of the last game he was behind me helping me throw again. I was definitely a little buzzed. 

I pressed my ass against him grinding against him to  whatever song was playing on the old jukebox. But he was done with my teasing. He growled in my ear squeezing my hip tight. And after I let go of the ball he turned me around crashing his lips to mine. I smirked when we pulled away. “What do you think you’re doing darlin, hmm?” he smirked.

“Just having fun Sy,” I ran my hand down his chest and his stomach. He grabbed my wrist stoppinig me before I could get any further. I pouted. “Buzzkill,” He shook his head. 

“You’re in for it when we get home darlin, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” we left the bowling alley and got back in the truck. I was  so excited for him to get us home. 

“Such a naughtly little girl teasing me in public like that. You like misbehaving don’t you,” He growled when we were on the main road back home. His hand had been on my thigh the whole drive. His fingertips softly massaging the inside. 

“I think you like it when I do,” I teased. I reached over and ran my had across his lap and smirked when I felt the bulge in his jeans. I playfully squeezed him and he cursed under his breath. 

“What am I gonna do with you.” He groaned. He pulled into his drive way and threw it into park. He jumped out and ran to my side of the truck. I had just enough time to unbuckle my seatbelt before he pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder. 

“Sy!” I laughed. He smacked my ass. 

“You asked for this sugar!”  He carried me into the house and took me straight to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. I squealed playfully as he pulled down my jeans and panties tossing them to the side. “You wanna be a brat and misbehave. You’re gonna learn baby.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack on my ass. “Bad girls get punished.” I could feel myself dripping already. God it was like he was straight out of a romance novel. But he was real. This was happening. He gave a hard slap to the other cheek and I whimpered. He rubbed over it soothing it gently. “You like this don’t you, when I take control?” I moaned inresponse. 

“Words sugar,” He smacked my ass again and I yellped not ready for it. 

“Yes Sir!” I choked out. 

“That’s my good girl, now stay just like that, Ive been dying to bend you over all week.”  I heard him unzip his jeans and then felt him press the head of his cock against my folds. He didn’t give me time to adjust this time. He just slammed into me. 

“Fuck Sy!” I moaned as he started a relentless pace. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he fucked me from behind pulling me up against his chest. 

“I love when your like this, when you’re so needy for me. You’ve been aching for my cock all week. And You’d do anything to get it.” I blushed. Fuck he was right. I moaned as he thrusted harder. 

“Say it,” he growled in my ear. 

“Mm fuck I need your cock Logan,” I moaned. I heard him groan and felt his fingers pressing against my clit as he reached around to help me reach my climax. 

“I know baby, and you needed me to make you cum didn’t you, I’m gonna let you cum baby all you have to do is ask.” It felt so fucking good. He was so intense. His words his motions. The things he was doing to me was too much. 

“Please Sy,” I begged.

“Please what baby?” He smirked as his thrusts became sloppy. I groaned feeling it build up inside me. 

“Please let me cum!” I moaned. He Pushed me back down so my face was against the mattress and grabbed my hips thrusting into me. 

“Let go baby, I gotcha, I’m right here baby, cum for me. “ his name tumbled from my lips as my walls clenched around him and I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was cumming inside me. Growling in my ear telling me how good I was. 

“Fuck,” He breathed pulling out and laying on the bed next to me. He pulled me on top of him, combing his fingers through my hair. “Well, I’d say that went well,” He smirked. I shook my head trying to catch my breath. 

“You’re an idiot.” I laughed. 

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-> I left my shampoo in your shower, I left my smile inside your head. | authors note: this is filthy and not proofed very well.

you should’ve known that when you accepted the invitation to the infamous spring holiday trip that things were going to get hectic but you didn’t know it would borderline chaotic until it all dawned you that half your toiletries and clothes were in jules’ room - three floors up. you started the day off intoxicated unsure that the alcohol from the night before was properly metabolized. in a daze, you managed to order coffee and a bit of breakfast before realizing that jules was holding your shampoo and skin care hostage. you reached for your phone but you were met with a dead battery symbol. without making too much noise you escaped the bedroom inside the hotel suite you shared with your friends. you awkwardly jogged to the elevator praying that no one saw you in your post-full-day-bender state.

your t-shirt suddenly didn’t feel as oversized as it normally did as you knocked on his door. you were hoping, praying, that he would give you your things without a fuss - the girls planned an excursion that was too expensive for you to be late or back out of. after the second set of feverish knocks, jules opened the door with a groan and a hand running down his face. he blinked away his sleepiness and he seemed to sober up as he took in the sight of you: bra-less in an shirt that barely met your ass and a sliver of fabric he guessed were your “shorts”. it sent a jolt straight to his dick and he smiled softly at you. he wanted you bad.

“you have my stuff…” you said, skipping any pleasantries.

“good morning.” he leaned on the door with a cross of his arms which took your eyes away from his naked chest and drew attention to the hard-on in his boxers. jesus.

“good morning, you have my stuff.” you said again. his smiled turned to a smirk as he pushed off the wall to let you in. it took pure will to keep your eyes off his ass so instead you looked at his back, only to see the marks your left on him. your acrylics painted red marks up his broad shoulders from he was drilling into you during one of the drunken hook-ups. the craziest part was that you were unsure which one the marks stemmed from.

you followed him to the bathroom, stepping over the scattered clothes that probably belonged to you and into the luxurious bathroom. this vacation took a huge amount from your savings and you didn’t dare opening your banking app. you grabbed at your toiletries, rummaging for your toothbrush and toothpaste. you made yourself comfortable and began brushing and with each passing second you felt human and clean, as if today wasn’t about to another round of alcohol induced festivities. jules took the opportunity to pin you between the counter and his body as he dropped to his knees. his hand slid up your thigh, testing and rolling the thin fabric of your shorts in his fingers. the heat of his hands near your core made you clamp your legs together - forcing his hands away.

“jules.” you warned as you leaned over to spit and he chuckled but continued to run his hands up on your bare legs. his hand was smooth as it went under your shirt, his flat palm moving painfully slow against the arch of your back. his other hand cupped your hip and kept you from moving. the grip on your hip was tender because he love taking you from the back - he said it was the hottest sex thing about you, your arch back and the feeling of your ass as you took in every inch of him. he loved that you never ran from him. he loved that you took every inch of him as he pounded deeper into you with the vendetta controlling his mind.

“we can’t do this right now, you’re going to make me late.” you pushed him off with more force than necessary which made him laugh.

“you take forever to get ready, you are always late.” he picked at and you swatted his hand away from hitting your ass as you moved past him, telling him to shut up. he caught up with you quickly and wrapped his arms around, your legs dangling in the air as you half-heartedly tried to escape his grip.

“late is late,” he said with a laugh. “stay with me, be late with a good reason.” he finally put you down and you thought you were safe. but as you took another step to the door - jules was so quick you didn’t have time to process his movements - you swept up and over his shoulder. the progress you made towards the door was gone in two of jules long strides.

“are you always this spoiled?” you asked with a smack to his ass, to which he only laughed. “seriously jules, i have to go.” he plopped you down on the bed and you couldn’t help but laugh. “so you are always this spoiled.” you concluded.

“not spoiled.” he stated as if it was the truth, earning an eyeroll from you. he climbed over you and bent down to kiss you. jules was a tough lover and it was your favorite part about it. nothing with him was quick. he was thorough and very intentional with each movement. after the second quickie you two had on the yacht, he was a professional at making you orgasm at least twice before letting you leave.

his mouth was warm and wet against yours. you slipped your tongue deeper to bait him into opening wider and you took the chance of pulling back to take small nip at his lip, which made him groan. you worked your mouth down his jaw and onto his neck, sucking on the small bruise of skin that you left behind. he looked like a claimed man and you hoped it would clear up before going to back to work. jules stood and pulled your hips down towards the edge of the bed and made you prop you feet up so he could get rid of your thin shorts.

“needy for you.” he spoke into you pussy and just his breath alone made you squirm. he took one long lick from the very bottom of you all the way to your clit - making you loose a breath and a sting of curse words for good measure. he was being such a tease for someone was trying to plead a case of it being “quick.”

“jules.” you warned. the only response you received was his tongue inside you, moving in and out at a teasingly slow place. you began to say his name but found yourself moaning halfway through as he pulled your hips closed and went deeper.

“you’re going to make me late.” you whined, loving every second of this. there was nothing sexier than a man who takes his time and a man who needed you to get yours before his. it was addictive. you were always missing him and the vacation had not ended.

“make them wait.” he said, peppering a few kisses and bites to your inner thigh. your heart rate was increasingly fast as he stuck a single finger into you, twisting in and out as if you had all the time in the world. he rested his palm on your stomach and the pressure intensified his fingering. and just when you thought it couldn’t get better, he stuck two more into you and your breath caught in your chest for a moment.

“i can’t…” you trailed off, unsure of what you were even beginning to say. he sucked and licked at your clit while simultaneously pumping his fingers in and out of you. his palm on your stomach moved to grip your thigh as he pulled away and stood up.

“you can.” he said, pulling off his boxers with one single hand. he wanted to keep you right were you were. “and when i say get on your knees, do it.” he said gently but with a deep enough tone that you weren’t going to question him.

when he entered you for the umpteenth time during this vacation, you swore, again, that you were in absolute heaven. pure bliss that no body could ruin. he pulled you down the side of the bed further so that you hips were half way off the edge and he pushed both of you knees to your chest. you screamed in pleasure as you took in every bit of him. he was so deep inside you that you could create anything other than noises of pleasure. he pumped in and out of you in a steadying rhythm, your braless breast recoiling as he stroked you. the feeling of his muscles hips hitting your ass felt phenomenal. you wanted him deeper and closer and voiced it.

“fuck, babe,” you blanched. “you feel so good.” He merely hummed in agreement, so focused on how tight you felt. the sex was beyond mind blowing. you’re breathing was getting erratic. he wasn’t letting up with the pace of his strokes and the aching of last nights festivities were catching up to you. you were in your own world as he dropped your legs, “i’m not going to last long when I say on your knees, go.”

he entered you again, with one palm using pressure to deepen the feeling of himself inside of you. you were moaning so loud that he felt damn good about himself. he was egging you on, telling you to be louder when one of the guys began pounding on the door.

“yo, open up! i left my key.” jules didn’t stop but he placed a hand over your mouth and you began to giggle. he shushed you and continued fucking you as he yelled out.

“gimme a second,” as neutral as he could without letting up. you were on the brink of an orgasm and you let him know as best as you could with your mouth covered. his consistency sent you reeling into another dimension and it never got old. you were sure to be walking funny when you made it to the excursion - if you weren’t left behind that is. you could barely see and you shuddered as you came all over his dick. he pulled out quickly, telling you to get on your knees. you did so in a haze, your legs sore and shaking.

“open the door man.” the man on the other side yelled but jules ignored him and spoke to you.

“open your mouth.” he said and began stroking himself, placing the tip of his dick on your tongue. he loved to see you on your knees - the same way he loved to see you from the back - because you were so fucking pretty. your eyes glimmered, challenging him and telling him you were ready. jules released himself on your tongue and you took his length into your mouth as he twitched and continued to come. he groaned out a string of curse words. his hand found the back of your head as he pushed deeper into your mouth and touched the back of your throat. he pulled out slowly and loosed a breath. you smiled wide and wiped the corner of your mouth.

“jules what are you doing, man? hurry up!” the voice shouted. you stood and pulled on your shorts and he pulled on his boxers. you didn’t bother acting as if he didn’t just blow your back out. you grabbed your toiletries and he walked a few steps behind you as you opened the door.

“sorry.” you said with no shame, dangling your bag. “he had my stuff.”

bake my day

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ honestly, full on fluff.

w.c. ➳ 0.7k

summary ➳ you haven’t been able to see peter for some time due to work but when you give him a surprised visit on christmas, you end up getting surprised yourself

soft christmas blurb to make up for the pain i caused through this

i would like to extend my gratitude towards my two besties @glowunderthemoon and @annab-nana because without these two, i would never have had the idea to write this fic, i love you both 🤍

the less frequent texts from you constantly worried peter but he knew you would come around after you were a little free from all the work induced stress. he also did the same kind of thing, so he knew the cycle well enough.

you were either too busy or either too tired to text him, and he understood, but that didn’t mean he’d stop looking after you. sometimes he would leave little notes stuck to your window after he was done with patrol. sometimes he found you tucked under your sheets and smiled at your sleeping figure.

you’d kept all his little notes safe in your drawer for reading whenever you were too exhausted or too stressed because his neat writing and the sweet words never failed to brighten your day, whether it be a, ‘saw a book today, it reminded me of you’ or a ‘wanna hang?’ that cheeky bastard knew how to get you smiling like an idiot.

however, every now and then, you did find yourself guilty of never really replying to his messages and short notes. you had been busy for so long. when you were finally done with all your paperwork, it was christmas and you were able to find one weekend where you had quite literally nothing to do. so obviously, you found yourself making your way over to your dear boyfriend’s house with a pack of reese’s, marshmallows and his favorite gummy worms. peter had quite a sweet tooth if you were being honest.

you didn’t text him beforehand because you were a little scared he would have replied in a way you didn’t want him to, or at all. maybe he would be upset with you because you haven’t replied to him in forever, and rightfully so.

you walked up the stairs to his apartment, the lift was still not fixed, as you’d expected, but it wasn’t a big deal because aunt may and peter lived on the second floor.

making your way over to the door, you found that it was ajar. that didn’t stop you from knocking as you called out, “may?”

you hesitated a little before making your way inside, “peter?” you called, placing the bag of snacks onto the dining table which led the way towards the kitchen. you could hear soft humming as you made your way forward. it was definitely peter’s voice and you guessed he had his earphones on, which he did when he wanted to block out all the overwhelming noises.

what you had not guessed was your boyfriend, swaying in a sky-blue polka-dot apron, pulling out a tray from the microwave and placing it on the kitchen counter.

you watched him in awe, him not noticing you standing right there, as he took out a strainer and emptied a cup of powdered sugar into it.

it didn’t take you long to pull out your phone and start filming a video of the adorable sight in front of you. peter picked up the strainer and placed it a few inches above the tray– which, you noticed, contained a batch of chocolate chip cookies– and started patting on it to help the sugar down onto the cookies.

you smiled softly, watching him carefully as he smiled at his work, placing the strainer down once the sugar was all gone. finally, his eyes made his way up and doubled in size when he saw you standing there, with your phone in hands.

“what the-” he stopped himself, pulling out his earplugs and placing them beside the tray, “when did you get here?”

you laughed at this, saving the video and sliding your phone back into your pocket, “you’re so cute, peter parker!”

“oh hush, you.” his smile extended from everywhere to everywhere. you rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, “i was going to surprise you with cookies but you surprised me!”

“i can’t believe you did this for me.” you chuckled along with him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. it felt so nice being able to kiss peter again after such a long time.

“of course i’d do this for you. god, i missed you so much!” his hand traveled to the back of your neck as he, once again, pulled you back in for another kiss.

“i missed you so much too.” you mumbled into his lips, “i’m so sorry for not being around.”

“you were busy, i understand.”

“just when i thought i couldn’t love you more.” your heart melted at the lovesick smile on peter’s face, however it soon turned into a smug one.

“just wait till you’ve tried my cookies.”

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Imagine going to your mother for the truth about your father Erik Killmonger

Three days had gone by since your outburst leading to you breaking up with Riri and kicking Shuri out.

Riri kept her distance for the entire duration which wasn't hard considering. She knew your schedule and routine by heart. She figured Shuri would go back home after the way you acted, but instead the Princess chose to stick around.

"She just needs a little more time and space it was too much truth at once" Shuri told her.

Riri didn't seemed convinced.

"Hey she will come around Riri things aren't over between the two of you." Shuri tried to comfort her gripping her shoulder firmly.

"I don't know she sounded pretty sure too me" Riri mumbled not meeting her eyes.

Even though the young girl was scared of being rejected again. She told herself there was nothing wrong with checking up on you. Three days was enough for you to calm down right? Riri hoped so since she already knocked on your room door. It was too late to turn back now, and she was starting to wonder if she should've bought Shuri along.

Naw repair one relationship at a time she thought to herself

Five minutes went by with no movement on the other side of the door. Riri banged on your door this time with her closed fist with a frown. It was two 'o' clock in the afternoon and you had class in thirty minutes. There was no way you were asleep, or anywhere else on campus. Your first class was in the morning at ten, and you refused to carry all your textbooks around in your backpack. Always complaining about the weight of them, so you had to double back to your dorm every time.

"Come on y/n you can't ignore me forever I'll wait out here as long as it takes." She yelled slamming the palm of her hand into the door.

"For Christ's sake Riri she's not in there your girl is gone" an unfamiliar voice shouted a few doors down.

Riri whirled to see who it was. A white girl with a clear case of bed head with her upper body sticking outside of the door glared at her. Her dorm was only two doors down from yours, and the young engineer had obviously disturbed her sleep with all her knocking and yelling.

"Gone where?" Riri asked with a raised eyebrow.

The girl scoffed in disbelief. "You don't know."

"Would I be asking you if I did dumbass?" Riri shot back growing more impatient by the second. What did the girl mean by gone? Were you leaving for class earlier to avoid her just in case?

"Watch it Riri I don't have to tell you anything especially since I could get in trouble for spilling the beans. I'm a hundred percent sure I'm not supposed to know myself" the girl warned her.

Riri continued to stare the girl down without a word hoping the death glare would be enough to get her to cave. She was stubborn and sucked at apologies. Even when someone had the upper hand on her.

The girl started to retreat back into her room ready to shut her door. Riri caved throwing up her hands in surrender, and walking down to the girl's door. "Hey you win alright I'm sorry can you just please tell me where she went." Riri paused to swallow hard blinking back tears in her eyes. "I'm worried about her okay."

The girl picked her head back out the door with sympathetic eyes. At the tone of desperation in Riri's voice.

"Please" Riri added for good measure.

"I don't know where she went but y/n left campus about two days ago. I volunteer in the attendance office as part of my scholarship you know. She came in the other day and requested a leave" The girl revealed.

Riri's face dropped at the news. "Did she say how long?" she asked in a hopeful voice.

"No I only know because she had to get the paperwork to fill out from me. I guess it was approved because I saw her leave with a couple of packed bags. I don't know what happened between you two but sorry I guess." The girl said then disappeared back into her room.

Riri took a deep breath trying to hold back the tears, but when she exhaled. It turned into a sob as she backed up till her back hit the wall. She slid down to the floor as the tears finally broke free.

You were gone without a single explanation or goodbye

Present Day

Your first stop in your quest for answers had been the storage unit where some of your father's belongings were stored. The day your childhood home burned down was the day your entire world came crashing down. Your mother and you were out having a dinner. She had flown in from California to be with you after news reached her that Erik had died on his mission.

She finally succeeded in getting you out of bed and out of the house. The fire was an accident. A result of the next door neighbors thinking it was a good idea to use fireworks for a friend's gender reveal party that they were hosting. The explosion caused a wildfire that spread throughout half the neighborhood. Everything had been lost but still you salvaged what you could, and left it behind in storage. When your mother took you back to California with her.

There was only a few boxes and all of them were filled with damaged pictures, files filled with old mission reports, a painting or two, and a couple of his old jackets that had long since lost his scent. You went through the pictures hoping to find a clue to some secret. He never got the chance to reveal to you, and came up empty. The mission reports were barely readable, and yielded nothing useful either. You had hit a dead end, and knew there was only one person left with the answers you were seeking.

Oakland, California

The flight from D.C. to Oakland was three hours and non-stop. You never could fall asleep on planes not wanting to be unconscious. In case something went wrong, while there wasn't much you do if the plane was going down. You still preferred to be awake and aware of the situation going on around you. The result of your dad's lessons and training.

"Never let your guard down. Always be ready to react to any situation." Your father's voice rung in your ears.

After a forty minute ride from the airport to your neighborhood. You were dead tired and craved the comfort of your old bed, the familiar scent of your mother's cooking mixed with the burning scented candles. Your room door would be kept halfway open so that way her musical humming could reach your ears as she finished cooking, and lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

A yawn had crept up at the thought and you let out covering your mouth. The Uber driver was doing a crap job at following directions, and whenever you tried to correct him. He flinched as if you were getting unruly and yelling at him. When in reality you were being polite and patient despite his incompetence, and your growing frustration. You told him to just drop you off at a random corner, and in return he'd only get half of his payment.

He took the deal without hesitation and couldn't drive away fast enough. The guy was white in his mid-twenties, and dressed like a cookie cutter. With a name like Cody you knew he was from the other side of the tracks, and grew up surrounded by people exactly like him. The man probably hadn't ever had a black friend in his life, and only knew what people told him. Which meant Cody bought into every single stereotype.

You were just as eager to be rid of him, so much that you didn't care about having to walk about five blocks with your luggage to get home. But luckily enough you didn't have to because not long after Cody drove off. A familiar scent filled your nostrils then you were being lifted off your feet from behind. A pair of muscled arms had wrapped around your waist swinging you around. You let out a joyful yelp tucking your arms under you. "Shawn put me down" You squealed playfully.

He set you down on your feet after another spin, and you whirled around to give him a proper hug. Which resulted in you once again being lifted off the ground. Shawn Adams was the first kid you befriended when you made the move to Oakland. While your father would grow up and leave his home city. Your mother stayed put and never felt the need to go anywhere else. Sure the neighborhood was rough back then, but it had improved by a millennial since then.

"Well I'll be if it ain't the freaking legend herself y/n Stevens returning home. I thought I was seeing a got damn ghost" Shawn exclaimed. Once the two of you finally broke apart to really take each other in. You had only been gone for a year and half but he had changed so much since then. Shawn had always been tall but never big in muscles, your fingers use to connect when you encircled your hand around his biceps. Now they didn't even come close to touching. His hair had grown out more, but he had ditched the braids for locs.

"So you finally took my advice I see" You retorted playing with his hair.

He grinned "yeah I never really liked to manage it, and mama fussed every single time I bothered her with a wash. When I told her I wanted dreads she couldn't book my appointment fast enough."

"So what's up with the muscles? I mean you turned into the freaking Rock while I was gone. Did kids start bothering you again?"

Shawn shook his head reaching out to take a hold of your duffel bag that was sitting on the concrete. He slung it over his shoulder with ease, and grabbed the handle of your rolling suitcase with his other hand. The two of you started heading towards your mom's house.

"Naw college was pretty rough for me in the beginning I was having a hard time finding stability. So the guidance counselor suggested I try out clubs, but they were all whack. You know do I look I play chess, or garden?" He said with a grimace.

"No you definitely don't but you can't just make assumptions based off appearance these days" You replied with a teasing smile.

"Well I don't and your boy sure as hell doesn't debate. I'll knock a punk out before I argue with one. So yeah I ended up trying out for sports and the basketball teams were having try-outs-"

"Wait you got this built to play b-ball no way" You said cutting him off.

"No let me finish princess" He chided you softly.

Shawn didn't mean anything with the nickname. He had grown up calling you that because you had a habit of being pretty demanding sometimes. It was a running joke. But now with everything that happened the past week. It had struck a nerve and you should've just left it alone. But you were going to be here for a few days, and didn't want to hear it from him for the whole duration.

"Hey try not to call me that anymore please" You told him looking away.

He frowned tilting his head to the side. A question on the tip of his tongue, but decided to leave it alone. "Yeah sure no problem but as I was saying I tried out for basketball, but unfortunately my amazing jump shot wasn't enough to get me a spot. But the coach said I was fast and had good hands, so he put in a good word for me with the football coach. You're looking at a varsity wide receiver."

"Shawn that's freaking amazing" You exclaimed smacking his shoulder. He was always one of those kids that was filled with potential, but never really had direction or a passion to pursue.

"Yeah I know" he muttered dropping his gaze to the ground. "What brings you home? Those rich preppy kids finally run you off."

You scoffed "as if I run that school but I just missed home that's all."

"Yeah it has been a long time your mom didn't think you were going to come back. After you missed Thanksgiving and Christmas. I told you were just living your best college life, and probably found love or somethin." He told you not masking his own disappointment in you.

You let out a sigh knowing this was a conservation you wouldn't be able to avoid for much longer. Your mom had called you multiple times over those breaks, and you ignored most of them. Until the actual holiday came then you face-timed her to apologize and spent hours talking. She didn't push for an explanation but you always knew when you finally did return home. There would be no running anymore.

"I was dealing with some stuff but I'm here now" You said.

"How long?"

"A week maybe I haven't decided."

By now the two of you had finally reached your mom's house. A two-story brick stone house with a front porch. The front yard had fresh cut grass and was decorated with flower pots, and little gnomes. It was enclosed in a steel silver fence which cut off at the driveway where your mom's black Lexus SVU was parked. The screen door was closed but the front door was wide open like your mom liked to keep it during the early day. She moved into this neighborhood eight years ago around the time. She had to take you in full time after Erik's death. The neighborhood was friendly and everyone had been welcoming.

You turned around to take in your old home to realize nothing had changed. The basketball court right across the street had been touched up with a new basketball goal, and the concrete was done sometime ago. But of course the kids added there own touch of graffiti art, but it didn't bother anyone. There were a couple of teens, and older guys out shooting some ball. You recognized a few who you went to school with, or just grew up with in the neighborhood. A few of them paused at the sight of you and Shawn to start calling both of you over.

"Hey you guys game we need two more people."

"Yeah let us get her settled in we'll be over in about ten minutes" Shawn answered for both of you.

"Hey" You complained with a little pout.

Shawn glanced down at you with a pointed look. "Look I don't know what brought you back home in the middle of the semester, but I know you, and your vibe is off. Something is eating at you and I figured maybe you would want to kick back and have some fun. Before going to war with your mom who's going to have your ass for the way you treated her over the holidays."

As much as you wanted to wave his comments off. You knew he was right while your mom wasn't the type to sit around with a grudge especially against you. She was going to want answers about your absence. "Fine but one game mister my jump shot wasn't good enough" You told him.

"Heyyy" he whined at the dig letting your duffel bag drop to his side, and reached out for your waist. With a playful squeal you took off running, heaving your suitcase over the fence. Before hopping it yourself Shawn was right behind you determined to make you pay. Your luggage rested in the grass as he chased you across the lawn with you dodging him at every angle. When he finally did manage to get his arms around your waist, the screen door was pushed open, and your mother stepped out onto the porch.

She was dressed in a white t-shirt with thin straps showing off her muscled arms, a pair of black joggers, and flip-flops. A plain gold chain was around her neck matching the gold studs in her ear. The chain didn't look like anything special, and the gold was fading a bit revealing how worn it was. But she still wore it considering Erik gifted to her back when they were in the high school. After professing his love for her and wanted her to have something of his to wear as proof of their relationship to the other young boys. He would buy her a ring just a year later. When she would finally cave and admit she was pregnant after hiding it from him for the first month.

Her hair was braided up in the form of mid-size box braids, and they were pulled back into a ponytail revealing her beautiful face. Despite being in her early forties your mother still looked to be in her thirties. Good genes is what she always told you.

"Now I just know that's not my daughter running around in my yard popping out of nowhere. Like she don't have a cellphone to call somebody to let them know she's coming home." She yelled in a playful voice but there was a underlying tone of disappointment, or was it hurt.

You really couldn't tell but either way her voice brought your struggling with Shawn to a halt, and he released his hold on your waist. As your feet carried you in the her direction, and a second later you were throwing yourself into her awaiting arms. She pulled you close as you buried your face into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry momma" You whispered in a muffled voice.

"Its okay sweetheart I'm just glad to finally have you home" she reassured you.

Maha Stevens was your mother's name and even though her and Erik never officially got married. That one little detail didn't stop her from taking on his last name. She always said that Erik was the love of her life, and no man would ever take his place. And all these years after his death it was obvious she still meant it. In the past you would encourage her to go out on dates insisting. She didn't have to stay single for your sake, but your mother refused saying she didn't want anyone else.

"Let me look at you babygirl" Maha said.

You pulled back to look up at her, and her hand caught you by the chin before you could retreat. Her warm brown eyes bore into yours conveying a message. You were home and everything would be okay.

Your mom planted a light kiss on your forehead, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to let lead you in the house. She held the screen door open with her foot, as Shawn came bounding up the steps with your duffel bag, and a suitcase.

"There's one more I'll get it" He said leaving the bags by the wall.

"Thank you Shawn" You called out to him taking a seat on the brown-cushioned sofa. The living room had been redecorated a little bit. Your mother changed up the color scheme replacing the brown rug with a giant red one with different patterns dancing across it. The glass table held together by brown marble sat on top of the rug. It was covered in little whatnots, and a few coasters. Growing up your mother use to reprimand you so many times about not using them for your drinks. It was a bad habit you had considering Erik never cared for them, letting you put your cups where you pleased.

The living room was open-spaced with the long brown-sofa on the right side, and on the left side was the matching loveseat. The flat-screen 70-inch TV sat on a brown stand with multiple levels in the center against the back wall. On one level was the Blu-ray dvd player, and beside was your Playstation 4. Which you insisted on leaving behind so there was no distractions. The walls were decorated with paintings, wall-art, a few uplifting quotes, but the one that stood out the most was.

A large portrait hanging right above the TV of your parents back in their younger days. Both of them were only teenagers when it was taken. Maha was sitting in Erik's lap with an arm thrown over his shoulder, and her other hand grazing his cheek. She was looking down into his eyes with the happiest smile on her face showing teeth. Erik had both of his arms secured around her waist steadying her, and was gazing back up at her with a cheeky smile, one of his eyes squeezed shut. In the background was a blurred run-down basketball court. They never looked happier and more in-love than that moment.

"I never get tired of seeing that picture" You told her.

"Me neither baby" she replied pressing a soft kiss to your hair.

"Hey y/n are you still down for a ballgame?" Shawn asked you eagerly. Your mother looked to him, and turned back to you with a raised eyebrow. "If you don't mind mama Stevens" He threw in real quick under her gaze.

"Just one game I promise" You said folding your hands together to plead with her.

"Go ahead you're lucky I'm still cooking and don't want your butt all up in the kitchen trying to sneak a taste of the food."

"Wait what you cookin?"

Maha shook her head and nudged you until you got up, and made your way to the door. "Nope go play with your little friends, dinner will be ready in a few hours."

"Mom" you pouted pausing at the door to look back at her, but flinched at the disapproving stare that greeted you back.

"We'll talk when you get back in here and wash up?" She worded it as a question, but you knew it was anything but.

So the one game of basketball ended up turning into three. It was decided whichever team reached thirty points first would be declared the winner, and in the first game. Everyone were reminded of a few things that they forgot over the year since most of you graduated high school, and moved on with your lives.

One is Shawn really did have a mean jump-shot damn near impossible to defend.

Two you became the co-captain of the high school's varsity girl's basketball team during your freshman year.

Because you were just that good, and three was letting you and Shawn play on the same team was a big mistake.

The first game was over in all of ten minutes with you and Shawn being the dynamic duo teaming up for twenty-five of the thirty points. Your other four teammates quickly realized all they had to do to win is put the ball in one of your guy's hands. Shawn was big, and got a lot of height on his jumps. Which meant blocking his shots were kinda hard, and his own blocking skills were pretty incredible. You were fast and agile, and when it came to playing rough. You had no problem pushing back against any of the boys, and they all knew better to play dirty with you.

Back when you first moved into the neighborhood, and some kids asked you to come out and play. An older boy practically threw you on the ground hard. When you were going for a lay-up on him, and a series of gasps and "come on bro" filled the air. The older boy just shrugged his shoulders not a care in the world looking down as you glared up at him. While rubbing the back of your head, but when he went to walk past you. Your arm shot out wrapping around his leg, you yanked him down on the ground, and bent his leg backward till he was crying out in pain. No one ever messed you again after that.

The second game went on a bit longer, and it turned out some of the boys on the other team had been holding back. A mistake they didn't make this time resulting in a close game. Shawn hit the game-winning shot for your team, and fist bumped you in excitement. Your mother poked her head out of the door to let you know dinner would be ready in thirty minutes.

Giving you guys about fifteen minutes to run one more game considering you still had to wash up, and Maha wouldn't tolerate you being late for dinner on your first night back home.

All of you were tired and worn out by now, but you had been on the go since you got off the plane. So they could tell you were slowing down, and took advantage. One of the guys leapt over you to slam the ball into the basket with one hand. Everyone let out a chorus of oooh's with the display of athleticism. You gave a round of applause with a chuckle as he mock bowed. The game went on with you landing a few more lay-ups, and Shawn hitting a three-pointer. But the your opponents were right behind your team matching all of you point for point. When it came to the wire and the score was twenty-eight to twenty-two. Even though you had the opportunity for a steal, you let the younger boy pass up, and make the shot. Bringing an end to the game.

There was a collective of groans from the boys on your team, but you were already leaving the court to head back home.

"Sorry guys but its dinner time, but same time tomorrow raincheck" You called out to them.

They waved goodbye and nodded at the challenge. Shawn lived just right around the corner, and announced his leave as well. He would've joined you and mom for dinner if it wasn't for the tension coming off of both of you.

The scent of southern home-cooked food hit your nostrils the second you entered the house, making your mouth water till the point. You were drooling as you drifted to the kitchen. Coming to a halt when your mother intercepted you right at the entrance with her hands on her hips, and eyebrows raised. "I know you're not about to come to dinner like that y/n."

The trance was broken as you pouted and made your way back to your room for a quick shower. Ten minutes you joined your mother in the kitchen arriving in time to help her set the table. Now that it was just the two of alone with no distractions. The real reason you came back home was fresh in your mind, and so many questions were burning a hole inside of you.

Maha must have sensed your growing impatience, because as she walked to the table with your plate in hand. She spoke up "whatever it is you want to talk about. We'll discuss it after you explain to me just exactly why you've been avoiding since you left for college."

"But mom" you tried to protest wanting to explain the urgency of your questions.

But she held up a hand fixing you with a stern gaze. "No buts babygirl you want answers well so do I."

"That's fair" you muttered in agreement dropping your head down, and closing your eyes. Maha took a seat across from you and blessed the food. Then she watched as you devoured the plate of food scarfing it down in such a way. She was starting to wonder rather or not you had been eating while away from home, and what kind of food did college offer?

"Why didn't you come home for the holidays?" she asked once you slowed down to gulp down some kool-aid.

You placed the cup down and wiped your mouth with your hand. Giving a her a sheepish grin at the lack of manners there was a napkin sitting right beside your plate. "Mom it was nothing against you alright I was having a hard time adjusting to life away from home. It wasn't easy at first and I was scared that if I came home. I would get too comfortable and wouldn’t go back to school. I promise I wasn't mad or anything."

"Sweetheart why didn't you pick up the phone, and just tell me that instead of having me worry over you?"

"I thought it would make me seem weak, and I didn't want to admit it" You told her.

Maha shook her head releasing a sigh of disappointment, and glanced back up at you with glistening eyes. "I swear you're so much like your father sometimes its infuriating. Do you know how many times I did this dance with him?"

It was a rhetorical question that had put a small smile on your face.

"Missing your home and your mother is not a weakness child. Its normal and actually comforting to me. You know every mother's biggest fear is their child growing up, and realizing they don't need us anymore."

You scoffed "mom that is never going to happen."

She nodded taking a few bites of her food. After she was done chewing and swallowing her food. Maha moved the conservation along "now what is it did you want to ask me?"

The question was on the tip of your tongue, but still you hesitated trying to find the right way to word it. How was you supposed to ask your mom if she knew anything about your dad being a long-lost Prince of Wakanda, without sounding crazy? You took a deep breath and released it. "Did dad keep any secrets from me about my heritage?"

You studied your mom for any clear signs of distress, or changes in her demeanor, but they were none at least not right now.

"What kind of secrets? Did you take one of those genealogy tests, and find a distant relative somewhere?" She replied frowning a bit.

"No nothing like that did dad ever mention anything about Wakanda to you?" Maybe being more specific would get a better reaction out of her, and it worked as Maha stiffened a bit. Your eyes narrowed when she stopped chewing her food, and looked away nervously.

"No he didn't" she lied. "Where is all of this coming from?"

You sighed in frustration and pulled your father's ring out of your pocket letting it hang from the golden chain. Holding it up so Maha could see it clear as day, and her mouth took shape of an 'O' as she gasped in surprise.

It took her a minute but soon enough your mother found her voice again. She reached out for the ring and you let her take it. "Where did you get this? I thought it was lost on Erik's last mission."

"The Princess of Wakanda gave it to me," you answered, deciding to not sugarcoat anything.

Her eyes snapped up from the ring to yours, and in that instant you knew it was true. Your mother swallowed hard, closing her eyes as she contemplated what to say.

"She told me dad was a Prince of Wakanda, and so was grandpa. She said that made me Wakandan royalty." You finished explaining. "Mom please tell the truth."

Maha opened her eyes, now filled with regret. "Erik always told me these stories that I found entertaining, but really didn't believe. We were young and I thought he was making stuff to convince himself. There was a better future out there waiting for him. But the older we got the more intense he became till the point. Not even I could ignore it anymore I was starting to believe him."

You sat up a bit straighter holding onto your mom's every word.

"Overtime your father grew more ambitious, and when I got pregnant with you. I was actually scared that he wouldn't want to keep you." Your mother revealed leaning forward to take your hand in yours. "Sweetheart I want to know that never did a second guess rather or not I wanted you."

You gave her a unsure nod.

"Your father found out about the pregnancy when a package of abortion pills came in the mail." Her grip tightened on her hand as you stiffened with a frown. "I was fifteen and didn't exactly come from a stable home. Your grandparents had already sacrificed a lot to take me in, and I was afraid they wouldn't be supportive. I was afraid Erik didn't want kids because he had such big plans. But boy, was I wrong? " she paused, shaking her head. "He was livid when he found out what I was going to do without talking to him first."

"The pregnancy changed everything for us. Erik got even more serious and determined about making a better way for his family. He insisted that one day we would be on top. I tried to tell him all he had done was enough, and I just wanted him. But your father had a vision and an insatiable drive. He wanted his throne back."

"Why wouldn't he tell me any of this?" You asked, cutting her off. "I mean, he started giving me combat lessons when I turned six. He taught how to shoot a gun at age eight. Why would he keep something this big from me?"

Maha got up from her chair to walk around to you and pulled your chair back from the table. She knelt down in front of you, taking your face in your hands. "Oh babygirl" she whispered, her voice overflowing with emotions. "His father made him so many promises he couldn't keep. Erik didn't want to do that to you. Instead, he wanted to give you the world at your feet."

"So it's true?"

Your mother nodded, pulling your head to rest on her shoulder. You broke down sobbing as all the pent-up emotions overwhelmed you, too. The breaking point it was too much knowing for sure now. Shuri had been telling the truth, and your father kept such a huge piece of your life from you.

Your mother let you cry for as long as you needed to. Running her fingers through your hair and whispering words of comfort on your ear. You wouldn't calm down for another fifteen minutes. Afterward, you just let her hold you in her warm embrace.

"I'm sorry I never I told you before now after his death. I didn't know if the secret would do more harm than good. I was terrified you would take after your father." She told you pulling away to kiss your forehead.

"God, I'm such an idiot I yelled at Shuri and broke up with Riri, " you exclaimed, throwing yourself back into the chair.

"Wait, Riri, as in the nice young lady who you did go home with for the holidays. The girl you're always raving about in our phone calls?" Maha questioned with a scruntizing look.

"I don't have another Riri in my life" you told her.

"How long were you planning on staying?"

"A week I'm in no rush to get back."

Your mother shook her head. "Three days, then you go back to school and make amends."

"I can do that in a week," you insisted stubbornly.

"What was one of the first things I told you when you moved in with me full-time?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

You racked your brain, considering your mother told you a lot of things. During those days, but only one came to mind that applied to your current situation. It caused you to groan in annoyance. "Unlike my father, I'm going to learn how to apologize.

If there was one thing Erik Killmonger didn't do, it was apologies. He didn't say sorry to anyone, not even his love or daughter. He made you upset that you were treated to a toy shopping spree. He made Maha cry she was getting new jewelry or a trip to the spa. It wasn't a surprise to her that you picked up on his habit. But your mother made sure to teach you better.

You knew there was no arguing with your mom, plus the longer you stayed away. The more likely it was, Riri wouldn't even care for your apology.

Three days and then you would return to make things right with Riri and Shuri.

But what did making things right with Shuri mean for your future?

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Edward Evans Blog, [Entry #1]

“The Flatmate…”

Hello, I am Edward Evans, The writer of this Blog. For my final assignment in one of my Courses In college I was given the task to document all the exciting things that happen to me over the course of three months. Sadly I’ve already wasted about three days trying to decide what exactly people might find exciting, I mean as far as exciting goes I’m really not sure my life fits the quota.. I’m a 19 year old English man who’s only friend is a bird who pop’s by my flat to eat from the bird feeder I installed outside my apartment window, so yeah.. not too exciting as you can see. well. At Least it wasn’t exciting until around breakfast time yesterday.

I was Just doing my regular every day routine. I got up at 5:36 and made myself a tea with avocado toast on the side and Refilled the bird feeder outside my flat and watched the birds eat while I ate, then at 6:47 I went outside and did a quick jog around the block once I came back to my flat around 7:40 I got a nice cold shower.. and after I got out and dressed that's when it happened. The thing that might just change my life forever…

I was sitting at my writing desk in my living room when suddenly I heard the strangest noise coming from my bedroom… I got up to investigate, holding a broom in my hands ready to hit anyone or anything that tried to jump out at me.. and that's when I quickly opened my room door just in time to see a strange looking man climb in through my window holding some sort of.. sack?? Well of course I wasted no time as I ran over and put my intruder into a choke hold, I guess those self defence classes I took over the summer did end up paying off… either way the intruder didn't seem to put up much of a fight.. He just kind of flailed around but I held my ground and kept a firm hold on him. At this point the man had dropped the sack he was carrying, this is around the time I started asking questions. I had asked him who he was and why he was breaking into my house though I didn’t get a very straight answer all he said was “get the bag” and “run” I started to get a bit confused by this so I dropped him from the choke hold and instead picked up the bag, but right as I was about to look into it I heard sirens and before I knew it the strange intruder had grabbed my hand and told me to follow him as he lead me out of the window in my living room!! (Fyi I live on the second story of a building.) we got lucky(?) however and landed in a dumpster full of soft discarded fabrics as I live right next to a fabric shop. The intruder still hadn’t let me go and now I was being dragged throughout the streets by some sort of crazy man?? Well not to my surprise the police soon caught up with us right as the intruder hailed a cab over and as the police were arresting him he yelled at me to “put the bagels in the back and run!” Still confused I opened the back of the cab door and opened the sack as I slowly realised the bag I had been carrying was filled with… Bangles..? 72 Bagels to be exact. I looked back at my intruder with confusion plastered to my face as he tried to fight off the cops. Yet he still yelled at me to put them in the cab and for some reason.. I did. Well.. after an hour or so we did get arrested. Apparently the stranger had robbed a bakery of 72 bagel’s .. not because he was poor and needed to… just because he was hungry and thought the price for a bagel was obscene.

I was arrested… over bagels… I didn’t even steal myself. “God this guy is inase.” Is all I could think as I sat in the holding cell. But then the most unexpected, unpredictable, surprising thing happened.. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes walked in! In the flesh!! I thought perhaps they were here to question someone for a case but instead they walked over to me and my intruders cell..

“Percy. What did you do?” Is the first thing I heard Sherlock say. I was confused and glanced over at the stranger in the cell with me.

“So your name's Percy?” I asked him, though he didn’t answer.

“Uncle Sherlock..John. Good to see you as well..” The stranger nodded up to the two celebrities nonchalantly.

“Percy, your father sent you here so you’d stay out of trouble not to get yourself and this poor boy arrested.”

John said, sounding more angry then I would imagine my first time meeting my idol would sound.. the bickering between them continued for a few minutes until suddenly Mr. Holmes had asked Percy, who I'm assuming is the man in the cell with me. “You can’t just run away Percy, where on earth would you go?”

And this was the moment that made me completely stunned.

Percy crossed his arms and looked up at Mr.Holmes.

“I could go to lots of places. In fact I might just move in with-“ he turned to look at me. “What's your name, tiny man?”

I looked at him confused and for the first time spoke with him. “Oh- uh- .. Edward? Edward Evans.”

I Answered the strange man a bit hesitant.

“Right. Well I might just move in with Eddie!”

He yelled, crossing his arms again.

“Oh- actually its Edward-“

I cut myself off quickly

“Wait- move in???? I don't even know you!!”

At this point John Watson, my Idol! Might I remind you, smiled

“Well. Fine. Move in with Eddie.”

I was shocked. Why on earth did they think That I would just let some random guy who broke into my house, made me a partner to his crime and got me arrested!!! Live! With! Me-

John spoke again. “It might be good for you. That’s actually how I met Sherlock. Moved in with him the second day I met him.”

…

It has now been a day since this happened and now I have a flatmate.

I've gotten to learn more about him thankfully. He is 19, just like me, but he’s not in school as he thinks he's too smart for it or something.. he likes bagels and solving crimes. And his uncle is the famous Sherlock Holmes.

He and I have come up with an agreement. He will help me with this assignment by letting me tag along with him on his cases and blog about them. And in return I let him live with me for a few months until his father “Mycroft” lets him move back in with him.

So.. This is the start of my blog.

The amazing adventures of Percy Holmes and Edward Evans.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more updates on our wonderfully unbelievable stories.

-Edward Evans.

A ‘How to’ Guide by Raphael

author’s note: uhm yeah so take this and don’t hate me for leaving all those requests hanging :D I’ll get to them… eventually hehe

warnings: music inspired, guess the song, fluff, comfort, confessions, big brother advice, unedited

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Raph didn’t have much on his plate, though he would consider himself busy when Donnie rushed into the weight room. He was in the middle of pushing up the weight bar, racked with five plates on each side. He was sweating and grunting and trying to push through because he knew he could do it! It had been a looong time since he hit a new rep max.

So all his hopes and concentration were dashed when Donnie bolted in with a loud “RAPH!” The weight came crashing down as his muscles jumped at the sound and he quickly moved out of the way before his plastron was caved in. “What?!” Raph exasperated, he had never heard Donnie sound so desperate before. Raph was up and giving his little brother a once over. He looked fine physically. But something was definitely on his mind, Raph watched as Donnie hesitated to say more.

His brow bones came together, just a few seconds ago it had been so important he was almost crushed by weights! “I- uh- well, okay,” Donnie took a deep breath then continued, “hypothetically what if you messed up real bad, with someone you really cared about? What would you do?” Raph’s eyes narrowed trying to figure out what to say to that very vague, hypothetical statement.

“Well, first, how about you give me a little more context of this uh- hypothetical situation?” Raph prompted. He turned to the dropped bar and started taking off the plates from the left end. He’d have to try for his max another time. Donnie groaned, he really didn’t want anyone, much less his older, super protective brother to know… but if he kept thing’s hypothetical then perhaps it would all work out.

Dee cleared his throat, “right, okay so let’s just call him Darwin! Darwin has been secretly meeting with a girl, they were super close friends, like really really close, Darwin thinks about this girl all the time..” Donnie takes a breath and Raph glances up nodding to his little brother for him to know he’s still listening. All the plates on the left side were picked up, he turned to start on those on the right side.

“But out of nowhere the girl confesses to Darwin, that she thinks they should be more than friends! And he.. ugh, he ran away! And now she’s not replying or anything—“ Raph held up his hand, signaling for Donnie to pause. “Okay I think I got it, so you want my advice to help out your buddy Darwin?” Raph knew Darwin meant Donnie but he’d play along for his little brother’s sake. “Well is such a situation fixable? Darwin’s screwed up pretty badly.” Donnie’s shoulders slumped, head hanging down to the floor.

With the weights picked up, the last thing was the bar. Raph easily picked it up now, putting it back on its holster. “Sure it’s fixable, if Darwin’s girl really did love him, and if Darwin feels the same way.” Raph watched as Donnie’s head slowly rose. He could see hope flicker in his brother’s eyes. “But it won’t be easy!” Raph said making his face stern and Donnie was nodding along.

“Alright, this is how yo- Darwin gets the girl.” Raph nearly fumbles but maintains the analogy as best he can. “He’s gotta go to her, and say exactly why he couldn’t say what he’s about to say now.” Donnie’s eyebrows scrunched up, “what’s he about to say now?”

“He’s about to confess his true feelings, that he loves her just as much she does. How he doesn’t want to lose her!” Raph ticks off these statements until he’s holding up three fingers. He continues on to the next hand, “Then y- he says ‘I want you for worse or for better and I would wait forever and ever’” (Sure he’s quoting someone else’s words but Raph figures Donnie’s too preoccupied to notice.) Donnie winces at the word ‘love’ but nods nonetheless. Raph pauses his finger count at five, “Does Darwin love her?”

Donatello is quiet and some moments pass. Raph approaches his purple brother and brings a hand to rest on Donnie’s shoulder. Donnie’s eyes snap up, he looks scared, he looks confused. “Well from what you told me, I think Darwin loves ‘em. He thinks about her all the time, is worried when she doesn’t respond..” Raph watches as realization hits Donnie with full force. “So.. Darwin has to go to her, and tell her how he really feels?”

Raph nods, he brings his hand to pat Dee’s head, “Yeah and he should try not to run this time around,” he says lightheartedly. Donnie smirks, “Alright, yeah!” He’s fired up now. Turning back to the weight room entrance. “I’ll pass the advice along, thanks Raph!” Donnie gives his older brother a nervous smile before he’s dashing out.

“Good luck!!” Raph calls out. He hopes he helped, he hopes things work out the way Donnie wants. He hopes he gets the girl.

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ITS A GOOD SONG. AND RAPH WOULD TOTAL QUOTE LOVE ADVICE FROM TSWIFT. 😭❤️🐢

quotes from a fan's recap of the young veins' show at the masquerade in atlanta on 24 march 2010

(this is quite a long one but definitely worth it!)

We stood up close to the barricade- I guess second or third row if someone put it in a row perspective and it mattered. What mattered is it was ridiculously close and the venue is already tiny. Before the show started, I went over to see if they had merch even though I fully suspected that they probably did not. Turns out they had three shirts ($15 each) and I bought two of them because how could I not? 

While the next band was setting up, Ryan picked up an amp and carried it over to help. Everyone was mostly like, “He can carry that thing?” or “Show off” or “It‘s really hollow inside.”

Next was The Young Veins. They come out, Ryan wearing what he’d been wearing the whole tour so far and Nick Murray in a fresh shirt today, and start setting up the stage. I don’t think they got a sound check because it took a good fifteen or twenty minutes to get everything to sound okay -Ryan and Jon telling the sound guy what to turn up and down and so on. Most of us were just mesmerized enough to be cool with that.

Honestly, Ryan has more stage presence as a front man than I would have predicted (or probably given him credit for before this show). At one point Jon started talking about the album and then he told Ryan that he got the information off of their Wikipedia. Ryan obviously wasn’t expecting that answer because he cracked up. After listening to all the songs, I really think this album is going to be better than I was expecting. “Cape Town” is my favourite, possibly, but really, it seems like a solid, well-made bunch of songs. And Ryan has quite the lung capacity. I never saw it coming. There’s hope for our boys yet!

After the show, they were tearing down their equipment and some girls called him over to the side of the stage and Kelsey assumed they were going to ask for the set list. They didn’t though so she called out to Ryan and asked for it. He went over and got his for her and she handed it to me. He took Jon and Andy’s set lists and tossed them into the crowd where Andy’s was instantly ripped into pieces by vicious fangirls. It was a bit scary. When they were finished packing things up, Ryan went to head off the stage and tripped, but caught himself. 

Since the Masquerade is the coolest venue ever, I waited a few minutes, then walked right out back where the band had assembled. A few other fans went out back too and I walked out with Ryan’s gift basket.

“Ryan,” Kelsey called, then looked at me. “You wanna give it to him?” “This is for you,” is all I said and held it out. I was mentally flipping out because I’ve only been trying and failing when it comes to meeting this guy for years and now all of a sudden there he was. Ryan just smiled and said, “What did I do to deserve this?”

I told him I had just been trying to meet him forever so it was kind of like a gift to him because I had finally gotten to meet him and was celebrating. He’s a hard guy to get close to! I pointed to the fox in the basket and said, “That‘s your pet fox until you get a real one. This one will tour better.” He smiled and said, “I might feed it to my real fox when I get one. How‘s that?” I was pretty much like, “Fine with me!” because really, anything he wanted would probably be fine with me. He thanked me, all shy and sweet, and said he was going to set the basket out of the way.

Some other girls called him over and Jon, Andy, and Nick Murray were all standing around so I pulled out my bag and started handing out silly string. Of course the first thing Mr. Jon Walker does is shake it up and spray silly string all over Nick. Nick looked down at his shirt and got this very kicked puppy look about him. So I handed one to Nick and told him to retaliate. Jon ran off with his can and to some other fans, but he kept spraying people. In a few minutes, he had sprayed Nick, Will (tour manager), Andy, me, Kelsey, Ryan, and some people I didn’t know. Ryan saw his shoulder covered in silly string and proceeded to try to decorate his shoulder with it. I gave Ryan his silly string to retaliate and he forgot to shake it so when he sprayed it on Will it mostly just came out this watery liquid and soaked the guy’s shirt in a spot. FailRoss strikes again.

I asked if I could hug him and I’ve been anticipating hugging that boney kid for quite some time, but you know what? It was like the softest hug I’ve ever gotten. It wasn’t at all like I expected. It was delicate and fragile and soft. It was better than I thought though. Way better.

We saw Nick White and gave him his silly string. We told him the others had some so it was best to be ready to defend himself. He laughed and took it before running off with it in hand. A few minutes later, Ryan and Jon end up by the merch booth and a decent amount of fans gathered to meet them. We gave Jon his choice of the thread bracelets and he chose three of them and then said, “I can braid them together. Want to see me braid them?” He looked around for a moment then held the ends of the three bracelets up to me. “Here, hold these.” he said, so I did and he started braiding them really quickly. “Have you ever had braiding competitions to see who could braid the fastest?” he asked me, but honestly, I’d never even thought of having braid competitions. Apparently, Mr. Walker does this in his spare time or something. We then tied them around his wrist and got him to sign and take a picture with him. We gave him this green glow in the dark bracelet that he was excited about and instantly snapped it so it would glow and put it on. We got pictures with him and left him to the other waiting fans. One of the fans had a Foxy Shazam poster from the venue that had been up advertising the show and Jon drew himself into the picture as a stick figure. Pretty awesome.

We stopped Nick White before his family (who were at the show considering it was a home show for the Georgia boy) got to steal him away. He was awesome enough to sign three of my Bright Eyes liner notes that I had brought with me. I told him my mother was from Georgia and that her maiden name was White and he laughed and said, “Do we have the same mother?!” Pretty sure Nick White and I are unofficially family now. (Edited: Since then, we've found out we're distant cousins for real, but we fondly refer to each other as siblings. He knows us his sisters when he come to a show and we call him our brother so that's cool enough for us.) I asked him how they differentiate between the Nicks usually and he said Nick Murray commonly goes by Nicholas with the band. However, Andy and Will had also said earlier they call Nick Murray “Wildcard” and Will said he called Nick White “Peaches.” Take any of those as you’d like. We gave a glow bracelet to him too and he said, “Oowh, I want a pink one!” Dinosaur Grab-bag result: pterodactyl. It fit nicely into his pocket too with it‘s orangey-yellow head sticking out to confuse people.

Jon was now finished talking to the crowd he had had earlier and so we let him play Dino Grab-bag and he got a stegosaurus that he was quite happy with actually. (I don‘t even know what these guys are going to do with them, but they were too epic not to get them.) Kelsey mentioned his lack of flip flops and he said it had started when they were moving equipment because he has a tendency to tumble over his own feet a bit. He even volunteered to take his shoes off if Kelsey preferred, but the ground was wet a bit where people was tracked things inside so we let him keep them on. He said also something about how they didn’t get to shower as much since they were in a van. I said, “Yeah, and they only have one shower here.” Jon nodded and cringed and said, “And I don‘t want to use it after those dudes have been in there.” He said it like he was a pretty clean little girl and boys were yucky. It was fabulous. 

I gave [Ryan] a beaded bracelet. “Owh, it has my name on it,” he remarked, but almost instantly Jon appeared and held out his and said, “I‘ve got one too. Don‘t feel too special.” Ryan deflated a bit, but it was all playful as Jon wondered off again. I asked if it would be okay if he signed my Panic liner notes and he said, “As long as it‘s not their new album.” 

Kelsey immediately goes, “Are you going to ask him?” I’d forgotten my question so she had to remind me. “Birthday…”

“Oh yeah,” I remember, “Did you get the flowers I sent you for your birthday?”

Ryan smiled a little. “Yeah, I did. That was you?” he asked, “They came to the studio.” (It was the only address I had found that would reach him and it actually took some stalking in itself.) I told him my mom owned a florist so I got them wired out to California for him. He shrugged a little and looked down and said, “It was nice to get them. Made me feel like someone still cared.” My little Ryan Ross loving heart just broke. How could he think someone didn’t?! And if I remember correctly, all the card with them said was, “Hope your have a great birthday, Ryan! Can‘t wait to hear the new music! -Lindsey”

We let Ryan pick a thread bracelet and he looked over them and picked one that Kelsey had actually made on the way to the show with Ryan specifically in mind. It was turquoise, tan, and dark green and she thought it was so ugly that no one would want it. Ryan held it up to his pale yellow shirt and said, "It matches, see?" Who knew Ryan Ross was concerned with matching clothes?

When we left, our oh-so-awesome mother had parked next to their bus in the back alley (she always parks in that alley at shows so it wasn‘t like she was stalking them for us). We passed the bus and saw Ryan’s gift basket in the front seat and Ryan’s fort thing in the back seat (yeah, it‘s still there..ha!). Anyway, she had parked next to the bus and it was dark enough that they couldn’t see us so we sat there when they came out and packed everything in. My mom was all like, “That‘s Ryan, right? And that‘s Jon? Who is that?” and funnily, “That little guy is 24?!” and she seriously thought Nick Murray was like 14.

Over all, the entire band is humble and sweet and anything but self-absorbed like some people want to make them out to be. Each one thanked us multiple times for coming and for the gifts and for being so nice and everything. Really, they’re great guys. Go see them. Talk to them afterward. You’ll thank yourself. Seriously. Worth every minute.

(Also, the tweets about bracelets, plastic dinosaurs, glow sticks, play-doh, Ryan‘s puppy&kitty coloring book page, and the “vixen” were all gifts we gave them. Seriously, I don‘t ever want to hear about these guys being anything but amazing to fans. THEY.RULE.)

More information from the comments:

By the way I don't think it said it in there but before I left that night I walked past Jon and he was combing his hair with his dinosaur complain that it was all sweaty and curly. What a dork.

Haha...he was complaining about his hair all evening. I had no idea his hair was such a big deal to him. But if he wants to comb his hair with a dinosaur toy, who are we to try to stop him?

oh god @ me being in the bg of your picture with jon... anyway i was gonna tell you that we met jon right after you gave him the bracelets and he spent like ten seconds looking at it saying, "they gave me a bracelet, look!"

– from this Livejournal post

Hello how are you? I'd like to ask for something like Y/n and Wanda in a zombie apocalypse. I'm not very good at summarizing but I hope you can write, thanks 🤗😊

WHERE ARE YOU NOW? - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - chapter 3

Thank you for giving me this one! It was really cool, some time ago I wrote something about this and it was good to do it again. I hope you like it or enjoy it. 🌻

The noise of the pen hitting that paper again and again, with some anxiety. The woman sighed, thinking how silly this idea was, but she still kept going town after town, city after city searching for her…Even if she wasn’t there. She was never there. ㅤㅤㅤ   

She carried a list of cities that Wanda might have fled to after the 'catastrophe'. Boston Providence New Heaven New York New Jersey Pennsylvania?

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The idea was to leave a letter in each place. One where only she knew where to find, a little code between them in their past. A clue to follow. A little hope.

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Everytime, Wanda and Y/N always used to play a little game where they had to guess where they might be. Only that time… they were separated forever.

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“Are we talking about something apocalyptic like… zombies, alien invasion or a climatic catastrophe?” Y/N asked, curious as she cut up some cheese so they could enjoy while dinner was in the oven.

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“Zombies?” Wanda wrinkled her nose.

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“Okay but… ‘I am Legend’ zombie style or just dumb zombies like ‘The Walking dead’?” She frowned at Wanda, offering some pieces of cheese to her.

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“Well...”  Wanda took a piece of cheese and ate it. Delicious. Those warm moments together, the good times. “The first ones are like mutated, they're really wild… and the second ones are zombies. So I would say more like 'the walking dead'... Slow ones but dangerous.”

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“Okay, okay. That’s good, I have big chances to survive. Zombie outbreak, virus thing. Big deal.” Y/N nodded.

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“You wake up and you’re in this big place, a big city. What’s the first thing you would do? Think about it, your life depends on it.” Wanda asked as she washed some dishes. They used to play that game every time one of them cooked or washed the dishes, it was fun.

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“Maybe try to get away from the city?”  Y/N shrugged, staying a little thoughtful until then looking back at her beloved girlfriend. “But definitely, I would always be with you. I woudn't know what to do without you.”

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Wanda looked at her for a moment, trying not to smile but it was impossible.

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“You’re so whipped, detka.”

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“Oh, shut up!”

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Y/N sighed deeply at that memory and opened her eyes again, coming back to the cold reality, back to life. Picking up the pen again, she began to write on the paper.

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« Wanda... It’s me again. I know, I must look really crazy writing letters to someone who will never read them. Who keeps writing letters in times like this, right? Maybe that’s the answer, you know me, I’ve always been somewhat like a pro for these cheesy dumb stuff. I’m not good at expressing myself, but at loving… well... I try.

A friend told me that maybe the way to find you it's trying something else. Anyway, there are days like today when I can’t stop thinking about you. We recently came to New York. Yelena, Kate, Jules and me.

They help me everyday… to not lose my mind, of course.  You wouldn't recognize me right now. How long have we stopped talking to each other? That day, yes…

I don’t know what to say. Before, I knew what to say to you, I had so many beautiful words to say to you, until you left. You left. But that doesn’t matter now, right? Because I know you were saving yourself. I saw him.  He seemed nice. It seemed like he made you happy.

All these years I have been… I’m no longer the same person I was before.  I've killed people… I needed to survive, I didn't have another option. I’m not the same… but there’s something that would never change and is that I would never stop loving you.

I know we were so damn stupid, enough to let us go.

Please, I just wanna know, are you still alive? Tell me, does it make sense that I’m still looking for you? Should I give up as everyone says? Please, give me a sign. Please, be alive.

Hope to see you again. I love you.

Y/N.»

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For a moment, Y/N wondered if she was doing the right thing, the reflection in the mirror showing that she was a completely different woman. Not only physically, but also inside. Was she right to look for her?

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Y/N sighed once more and then folded that letter slowly and carefully. She got up from her seat and looked in that house for the perfect place to hide it, she ended up doing it behind some nice painting. A beautiful beach and a purple sunset, something that made her smile slightly with melancholy and nostalgia.

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After putting away the letter, Y/N took one of her paint spray cans and began to write on the wall, something that only Wanda could understand and big enough for her to see, pointing to that painting. A date.

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‘JULY 8, 2022’ - Y/N.

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"You're still doing it, huh?"  A voice behind her made Y/N turn around. She could easily recognize Yelena's accent everywhere. The blonde finished adjusting her backpack and a machete on her waist when she approached to see that graffiti. "Do you think they'll ever see it?"

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"I hope so." Y/N looked down at her, leaning down to grab her own. To one side her ax was waiting for her, with which she was in charge of freeing the path of the zombies that got in their way.

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"Is Kate ready?" The taller woman asked her as they left that room, they found refuge in an old bar in Little Italy. Although Y/N had completely refused to visit Manhattan as she felt there would be too much danger, the three of them managed to avoid all the hordes of zombies surrounding that city.

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"She was able to get some arrows from an old gun shop, we make others… with my amazing and  skillful help. You know? I'm good at that." The blonde said with a smug smile. Yelena was finally getting into a good mood after eating something other than beans.

They found some things to eat, some rice and some cans of tuna. Sadly though, no macaroni.

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"I'm ready!" Kate smiled, as always. Sometimes Y/N was surprised by that, Kate always tried to see the positive in all the chaos that surrounded her. So unlike Yelena, who was completely in love with Kate.

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Beside Kate was Jules, who had red eyes for almost an entire week. Her jaw and headaches were getting worse and they couldn't find any drugstore, not even a damn painkiller. What was the point of being a doctor if she couldn't even help her best friend?

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"We’re ready." Jules barely whisper, gently rubbing the side of her face.

ㅤㅤㅤ    The four women left that place carefully and very quietly, somewhat sad to leave such a pleasant place, but it was too exposed. Danger was always around the corner.

They got far enough from the main streets, daylight was not the best idea to travel, but the night used to be quite dangerous in that area.

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"Where are we going now?" Kate asked wincing, trying to block out the sun that was shining directly into her eyes. She put on black glasses that Yelena gave her a few weeks ago. The glasses were her favorite color, purple.

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They just walked stealthily through that uninhabited part of the city. Y/N looked over Yelena's shoulder, who was sniffing around one of the maps they stole from an old newsstand.

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“New Jersey.”  Y/N whispered, Yelena simply nodded knowing that she was the best choice before traveling, start the road to the center of the country, maybe they could find some nice farm... maybe.

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Find a nice and lonely place in the center of the country. Wooded areas, maybe. Where the land was fertile and they could harvest, try to find a quiet life after the tragedy.

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“Y/N... You know that it’s possible that you may not find her… after so much chaos… she may even be a Biter. Why do you keep trying?” Yelena asked, looking at Y/N, knowing that it might hurt but it was the truth. In front of them, Kate and Jules chatted about how wonderful the city was before the 'incident'. New York lights left anyone dazed.

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“Have you stopped looking for Natasha?” Y/N answered in the same way, noticing how the blonde was now facing forward. A quiet Yelena meant a battle won. “You can't fool me, Yelena. 'Cause, just as I leave letters everywhere, I know you don't stop trying again and again on all those radio frequencies and channels. Searching, asking, calling her. Every channel possible.”

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Yelena was quiet, she knew that Y/N was right.

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"There you have, that's the same answer to the question you're asking me now. Now, can we go on?" The brunette swallowed hard, watching as little by little they approached the Hudson River. Some cars were abandoned, completely destroyed or burned. The girls took some time trying to remove as much fuel as possible from one of the cars and some stuff that could be useful.

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"What now?" Kate asked, looking at the river, knowing that nothing good would come of them swimming across the water. They hadn't seen the Biters swim, but there were other kinds of dangers they couldn't expose themselves to.

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“We must cross the river.”  Y/N wrinkled her nose, looking both ways. “We can find a boat, we can walk to the George Washington Bridge or we can go through the tunnels. Lincoln tunnel is the closest I think.”

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“We don't know if there will be a boat nearby.” Yelena shook her head, trying to block the sunlight from hitting her face. She hated the weather lately, the sun was hotter and the night was colder.  “The tunnels will definitely be dark and full of biters… But we don't know if it will be safe to cross the bridge, it's full of abandoned cars… there could be biters there too.

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“Geez.” Jules whispered.

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“I'm not going to lie to you, there probably are biters there. Less than the dark tunnels, we have a better chance of getting out alive if we go across the bridge.” The tallest brunette began to walk, noting that the bridge was about two kilometers away. Y/N turned to see one of her best friends, the one who could save them. “I trust Kate's aim and her bow.  I trust you'll have our backs, but do you think you can do it?”

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The gaze of the three women was fixed on the younger girl, who nodded quickly, although Kate wasn't going to deny that she was feeling quite nervous.

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“Perfect then. Kate will watch our backs from distant threats and we must protect her…” Y/N finally said. The four took their backpacks and walked around that river, praying that no threat would appear to them.

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And yes, although several Biters appeared, none were difficult to kill. From distance, Kate managed to take down some Biters with her arrows while Yelena and Y/N finished off those caught between the cars.

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They walked about seven hours, getting far enough from the city. By going through the bridge, they avoided a huge horde of biters who apparently had taken refuge in the tunnels.

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Seven hours, maybe 22 miles, plus another hour, because one of the roads was destroyed. According to Kate who was reading the map, they arrived at a town called ‘Westview’ in New Jersey. Although it wasn't what Y/N expected, it wasn't too bad to be able to find a small town to spend the night away from the city.

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It was a pretty quiet place, kind of nice. Those where you can hear the birds in the morning and listen to the crickets at night.  Perhaps, if that terrible tragedy had not happened, it wouldn’t been bad to live in such a place. Or at least that's what Y/N thought.

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Wanda would be in love with a place like this…

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Some empty buildings and abandoned houses in the suburbs. What appeared to be a huge building with a huge clock that reminded her of 'Back to the future'. A nice gazebo too.

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Spent about forty minutes looking for a place to rest and make something to eat. They were about to give up when finally, the girls found some luck in their pockets.

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They reached a huge abandoned supermarket, that made them feel a bit excited, but not everything was good news. To their bad luck, they found nothing but leftovers and garbage. The shelves were down and broken, a completely desolate place.

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“This place really sucks!” Yelena yelled really annoyed, throwing an empty box of macaroni and cheese.  Clearly someone took ALL those boxes and that made her so damn furious.

ㅤㅤㅤ     “Don't worry, we'll find others boxes somewhere.” Kate said looking at her from one of the shelves. Feeling really lucky, the archer found some bottles of water and some gunpowder in the hardware store.

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The Russian just kept growling under her breath some words in russian that none of them could understand. Y/N stuffed a few things into her backpack as she watched Jules, who seemed somewhat down. Really down.

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“Are you okay, chicken?” Y/N asked a little worried, noticing how Jules simply nodded slowly with a small friendly smile.

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"Peachy."

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It definitely wasn't and Y/N knew it.

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“I promise we'll find something, really.” She tried, but Jules just shrugged, she completely lost all hope some time ago.

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“If the infection progresses, there will be no going back and you know it. We need painkillers, antibiotics right now…” Jules simply tried to say something, but her voice cracked. “I'm fine for now...”

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"We'll find it and you'll be fine, I'll be able to take it off."

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“What do you want me to say? That I'm fine, but I'm not, I'm just waiting for me to get sepsis and die horribly? Just because of a stupid infection!”

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“Jules…” Y/N whispered and reached out to pat her shoulder when Yelena's voice caught their attention.

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“You have to come to see this, right now.” The blonde said, seemed quite excited and that caught the attention of both women, who looked at each other a bit confused.

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They followed Yelena to one of the rear warehouses, a huge door that had previously seemed to be locked with various objects, was now open showing the amount of boxes they had stored.

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“Kate found it after pushing two of the fallen shelves against the door.” Yelena said with a proud smile, pointing to some boxes of macaroni and cheese, although some seemed to have broken they were in good condition. “I can't believe they left all this behind!”

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“It’s just one box of macaroni…”

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“IT’S NOT JUST MACARONI! IT'S HEAVEN.”

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A huge smile and a hopeful look appeared on the faces of those four women. They were soon taking it upon themselves to collect a few things like they were kids at a candy store, trying to grab as much food as possible - and find medicine for Jules - when Y/N stopped.

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A huge smile and a hopeful look appeared on the faces of those women.

They were soon taking it upon themselves to collect a few things like they were kids at a candy store, trying to grab as much food as possible - and find medicine for Jules - when Y/N stopped.

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She heard a strange sound that came from some hidden doors, covered by boxes in the back of the warehouse. Even some coming from what appeared to be a huge freezer.

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Y/N looked at that door for a moment, somewhat doubtful not knowing if she heard a noise or maybe it had been her mind, playing tricks on her.

She waited a few seconds but heard just hopeful silence. Yes, surely it was her mind.

The brunette smiled and shook her head, she went back to taking some cans of corned beef when she heard some knocks again, this time more insistent and perhaps more terrifying.

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“Girls… Who got in first?” Y/N asked, a little hesitant.

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“Kate.” Said the blonde one, who was busy putting things in her bag. Yelena and Kate approached Y/N, now the three of them seemed a bit hesitant to move forward.

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“Then I want to assume that you know what's behind that door...” the doctor murmured, but again, new knocks were heard again. This time, stronger and even more.

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“I didn't even know there was a door there.” Kate swallowed, a little embarrassed and scared.

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The knocks became stronger, so much so that the door began to shake, ready to break, and the chains that locked it began to give up.

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“We have to go.”

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“But we have stuff...”

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“We must go now!” Y/N yelled taking her backpack and backing away. Her friends did the same and went out the door, as soon as they managed to do so that huge door fell hard, letting through a horde of completely hungry and outraged zombies.

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The girls ran as fast as they could, avoiding some fallen furniture and jumping over it with agility. Y/N managed to grab Jules and get her out of there as fast as she could, saving her life from being eaten by the horde.

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"Wait, I couldn't get medicine!"

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"If you go back YOU'RE GOING TO DIE ANYWAY!" Yelena said seeing how Kate turned to shoot some arrows, making the zombies closer to fall and delay the others.

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"COME OOON! I'M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!" Y/N yelled as they ran through the uninhabited streets of that town, trying to lose the horde of zombies, but it seemed quite difficult. They seemed too hungry. How long have they been trapped? No wonder no one had dared to look for all that food.

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“SORRY, I DIDN'T KNOW!” She heard Kate say, who was shooting her arrows at the fastest biters now.

They managed to kill a bunch of them, but to their bad luck, the noises they made had caught the attention of more biters in that town. The brunette looked for some explosive bottles and threw them at the horde, thanks to Kate's arrows they ended up catching fire but they didn't seem to stop. Yelena managed to spot a large building guarded by huge iron fences that could help.

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"this way!" She exclaimed pointing to that building, the public library. The girls ran over and threw their bags on the other side before climb the fences, which looked pretty sharp but was much better than siding with the zombies.ㅤ    

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Between the three of them they managed to help Jules through it, who seemed quite sore and tired.

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“You okay?” Y/N asked looking at the girl who only nodded slowly, closing her eyes for a few seconds to hide the stabbing pain in her head. “We must hide now, these bars will not help us forever.”

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They approached the huge doors that seemed completely sealed from the inside so it was best to go around the building. The windows were boarded up and covered, there was nothing but an old outside entrance to a basement. The door was locked with a chain and a huge padlock.

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Y/N searched through her stuff until she found her tools to sneak it open, when Yelena just rolled her eyes at her.

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“Step aside.”  The blonde came over and took Y/N's axe, starting to hack the chain until it broke, just like the padlock. The door swung open, letting the women through.

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“I was going to do it quietly and not call another horde of hungry zombies!” Y/N complained, shaking her head and taking her axe from Yelena, ready to attack any threat that came near.

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“Yes, yes. No problem.” Yelena muttered wryly as they entered the huge library. The place was locked from the inside by various pieces of furniture and bookcases, the windows were sealed or at least the first and only room they reached.

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“Not bad, huh.” Kate said with a huge smile. They all nodded somewhat hopefully, happy to find a good place to spend the night when the sound of a gun charging alerted them.

Not just one weapon, but many. Two women were watching them from many meters away, two men from the second floor who were aiming at them too.

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"Did you have to say it, Kate?"

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“You have three seconds to turn around and leave with the horde you all brought from the supermarket!” growled a redhead with a husky voice. She seemed like a badass, because everyone seemed to pay attention to her.  “How stupid you can be to get into…”

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The redhead woman stopped, approaching slowly to see their faces in a better light.

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Yelena Belova couldn't believe it, neither could Y/N. Natasha Romanoff was in front of them, keeping her gun behind her pants. She wasted no more time and jumped on both of them, hugging them so tight to never let them go again. She looked different, well, not as much as they expected. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    

"Sestra?"

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“Yelena?… Y/N?” Natasha lowered her gun and took a few steps towards them, completely surprised and excited to see them again.

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Y/N just smiled as she walked away from that hug, letting both sisters meet again, who kept telling each other how much they had missed each other and shedding some tears of happiness.

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But her heart skipped a beat, a huge leap that she thought her heart would escape from her chest.

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“Y/N?” The brunette heard behind her. That voice, that angelic, soft, lovely voice. That voice that carried a certain shyness, a slight Sokovian accent that made her world shake completely. Her. Was it really her?

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As soon as Y/N turned around, she saw her… finally saw her. She looked so different, so…beautiful. Her red hair was left behind, now had her natural brown hair. Wanda.

But before they could say anything, a loud noise was heard and they all watched as Jules ended up on the ground, blacking out.

  

As you know, Jules is portrayed by the amazing Adelaide Kane. link

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Leo’s Log Entries 234 to 345

It seems you stumbled across a broken control pad. As it boosts up, the label reads ‘Property of Leo’. Most files are corrupted. You take a look at those remaining. (Cass, @somerandomdudelmao thank you so much for creating such an inspiring, wonderful and heart-breaking story. Like many others, I was deeply moved by the latest updates. I hope you don’t mind the few creative liberties I took to tell bits of the comic from Leo’s perspective.)

Log entry 234: Man, this feels weird. It’s been ages since the last time I did an entry. The previous one dates so far back that I had both of my arms still. Sweet innocent Leo with two arms, I want to slap that idiot as soon as we got time travel. Donnie told me I should make it a habit again. I guess I kept zoning out during dinner because it was sometimes difficult to process every single crazy thing that had happened within a day. So, here I am, talking to this log and letting it record me. And Dee, if you are eavesdropping, I ate our final package of froot loops, probably the last one that remained on Earth. I needed to stress-eat after you had turned me into a tangerine-sized turtle tod. I only thought it fair to be somehow compensated for that unwanted experience…

Log entry 255: Case is pacing around all night. He had returned from a mission with Donnie being seriously hurt. You would think we’ve been through stuff like this so often it doesn’t bother us anymore. Nope. Each time, I see one of my family injured, I share their pain. Not in any physical sense. More in the ‘I wish I could have done something to prevent that’ kind of hurt. I long gave up on ‘what-if’ scenarios. The present moment doesn’t give two fs about your guilt. Mikey once told me that he envies me for being so focused on the present and that he sometimes struggles to be really here with us and not be torn between the spiritual realm and the physical. I laughed like a crazy person, and I think he misunderstood me. To me, it was the other way around. I miss Dad so much and I had no means of reaching him. Kinda ironic if you ask me that his ‘least favorite’ son was the one to lose his Ninpo and because of that was forced to let him go forever. Log entry 283: I can’t believe this really happened. I always knew Casey was like a good luck charm but that he would be the one to find Raph and bring him home! Raph is back! He is really back! I haven’t realized it until that big machine picked us all up and pressed us tightly into a hug how much I had relied on him and missed his presence. It was like taking that first breath of fresh air after staying underwater for too long. Our family is whole again. Well, as whole as it can be. Log entry 284: Today’s moral of the story: Things cannot go back to how they used to be. Raph refused to take up his old position, especially with some of his programs malfunctioning and Donnie not able to repair him entirely, he told me he doesn’t want the resistance to rely on him and that I had done a great job in taking up this role as leader. I totes understand him and yet…some part of me hoped I could revert to second-in-command. Spend some more time with Case. Go on my own missions. In the end, duty calls, and there’s no easy way out of it. Log entry 294: My big brother’s return was a miracle and even so, Dee found a way to grant us another one. I don’t want to know what that grenade is made out of, and it doesn’t matter. It can REVERSE the effects of Mikey’s quick aging and that is all that counts! Seeing Mike running around, messing with his abilities, and full of energy…I’m so happy for him. Between an ageless robot and a renewed younger bro, I’m the one who’s doomed to feel like an old fart. Second chances are rare. I always regretted that Mikey had to give up so much of his life for our cause. Let’s hope Donnie can continue to produce these anti-aging bombs for a long time. Log entry 301: It’s raining with the lowest levels of sulphur dioxide in the last ten years. It’s not like it’s super safe. That hadn’t prevented Case from running around and enjoying himself within the rain simulation that Donnie had created afterward. He wrapped us all up in his shenanigans and forced us to stop what we were doing and enjoy the little things in life. That’s…not a bad thing. Log entry 303: We lost Boston. Casualties approximately 200. A ceremony for the fallen is scheduled for the day after. April had intended to inspect the Boston branch and I’m somehow glad she got delayed and hadn’t managed to reach it in time. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure, she wouldn’t have returned. She’s on her way home and I can’t wait to see the look on her face when she hears about Raph. Log entry 314: Our scouting teams record higher rates of kraangified humans and yokai. It’s commonly considered a worse fate than death and yeah sure, we had figured out a way to reverse the process. Even so, it was dangerous for everyone involved and I forbid Mikey at one point to ‘treat’ anyone further. My brother would have crumbled away like overcooked toast if he would’ve cured every kraangified being there was. The instant I realized Casey had gotten infected, I was ready to beg my brother on my knees. Everyone’s selfish in their own ways, huh? Log entry 315: Casey shows great signs of improvement. Dee switched to ‘casual’ surveillance, aka his dozens of cameras whose locations nobody knows for sure. I’m doing my best to make the boy feel less responsible for what happened. We cannot blame ourselves for these things or else we would have lost our sanity long ago. Log entry 322: Hey, Dad. I know I cannot talk to you, but I really wonder if you felt the same way whenever we called you that: Dad. Case used that word to refer to me today. Well, to be honest, he also meant Donnie and Mikey, and Raph. It was one of those stupid ‘my dad is better than yours’ competitions, which makes it even better in my personal opinion. Back when I had promised Cass to look after her son, my first thought had been that this human baby was going to be a burden and I would surely mess everything up. But look at him, look at us. I would do anything for him. Heh, you surely had something similar on your mind when you went ahead and protected us at the cost of your own life. Log entry 343: Things have been busy. With April joining our team, I can allow myself to make more ballsy plans and we sure as hell need those victories. The Kraang continually pushes us back. It’s time to return to favor. Log entry 356: Man, my twin is the smartest person on earth. How did he manage to accidentally spill some of the anti-aging serum on himself? And how can such a small creature be so angry? We all haven’t slept for over 30 hours, afraid that if we take our eyes off him, he either ends up killing someone or gets eaten and I’m not thrilled about both options. Log entry 357: Casey is a genius. He built Tiny Tello a pair of custom glasses. He seems to recognize Mikey and me. Raph is too…changed. That human boy has a heart of gold, to do something so kind for someone who shows him no gratitude whatsoever. He insists it’s payback for everything ‘Uncle Donatello’ built for him. Long story short, my twin’s living in my scarf and it’s only the third weirdest thing to ever happen to me. The way he sometimes pads me with his small hands is adorable (note to myself that I should never mention that to Dee) and it makes me nostalgic for days long gone. Log entry 359: I shouldn’t be surprised that the base can’t exist long without Donnie’s maintenance. Occasionally Mike and I liked to make fun of him for merging with the place and being a true shut-in. Jokes on us that we realized how MUCH we are dependent on him once he turned into a small vicious turtle ball. We need to find a solution fast. Log entry 361: Not sure if it was sheer luck and honestly who cares. Dee is back and we need him now more than ever. Raph sustained some grave damage that isn’t fixable. The same goes for yours truly. They can berate me on how I need to be more careful all they want, I will never regret prioritizing Casey’s life. The longer our resistance continues like this, the more I believe this isn’t about me. They could easily replace me, but everyone in my family is so damn special and irreplaceable. I’m going to hold on to them for as long as I can. Log entry 378: Mikey was such an airhead when he was a teen. What happened? Like for real? He had developed an almost uncanny ability to know when we need someone to talk to or hug or, in Dee’s case, rest. And with his mad abilities, he won’t take a ‘no’ for an answer. I think I need to tell him more often how proud I am. Log entry 379: Casey called me in the middle of a meeting, that was already suspicious. The fact that Dee has been sleeping longer than six hours? Also, unusual. We’re currently taking turns, waiting for him to wake up and explain what’s going on. I’m recording this during my shift. My brother looks smaller and frail. He sinks into his bed almost as if the mattress is about to absorb him. His health was bad when Dad died. He had grieved through overwork and constant exhaustion. I couldn’t see a reason he would fall back into this old pattern. Maybe our injuries had made things worse for him. I should take over most of his work and redistribute it for a while. He won’t like it, but I don’t like seeing him like this even more. Log entry 380: Donnie has been infected. Even he doesn’t know when or where exactly. One thing is for sure, it rendered him weak for a while now and he had refused to let us know. It’s worrying that it’s a variant we haven’t dealt with before. But it’s okay. We’re going to figure something out. We always have. Log entry 385: Mikey and I had sat down late to discuss our options. His hair had turned mostly grey again, a sign my younger brother had done everything he could. Nothing worked. Good thing, the mystic isn’t our only trump card. There’s science, too. Donnie must be close to finding a solution, he has been working non-stop. Log entry 386: I just can’t understand why he would make an excessive list of things we’re supposed to take care of instead of focusing on himself. He’s supposed to be the smart one. So, what if the means to cure himself don’t exist anymore? There must be alternatives. Something even he overlooked. For the time being, we try to let him rest as much as possible and survey him. April’s visiting other resistance groups in the hope of answers. I’ve been contacting Draxum and he assured me to let me know when he found anything. Log entry 389: Casey asked me if he could sleep at my place for the night. He’s upset because Donnie made no effort in hiding his calculations of his own death. He might not act that way, but it must bother him as much as it did Casey. Dee just never expresses his emotions the same way others do. I tried to explain this to Casey. He didn’t say anything in return and quietly sobbed against the back of my shell. Log entry 399: We’ve returned to some form of normalcy, though everyone stays at the base for longer periods to hang around Donnie. He notices and refrains from commenting. Denying makes it a bit more bearable. He’s right here and we’ll be fucking damned to let anything change that. Log entry 415: I had no other choice but to move out on a mission myself. We recently lost fights we should’ve won and there are rumors that it has to do with Donnie’s health and our absence. I blame it on my lack of sleep that I stumbled into one of the Kraang’s traps. One mistake might cost your life, that’s how it has been for the last 20 years, and I was ready to pay the price. Then from nowhere, Donnie appeared in his slabby pullover and summoned the greatest arsenal of mystic weaponry that I’ve ever seen. Casey had surely been with Dee as a crutch. Though, it appeared as if it was the other way around and the boy held on to his uncle while he pushed back the entire Kraang army. It's been…a while since Donnie had gone all out. Witnessing what he’s capable of reminded me of the time we had full access to our Ninpo and had gotten extremely cocky. Even then, my twin had been the rational voice of the team. Choosing to be flashy on special occasions and focusing on providing us with the necessary support and firepower. It had never been anything personal. This time, when rockets flew over our heads causing grand explosions, I could see it in his eyes. He was free at that moment. His mind was consumed with revenge for what the Kraang had done to him and enjoying their screams and demise without a thought wasted on efficiency or greater purpose. Fearing he would collapse from over-exerting himself I had to grab him, and we retreated. He seemed in good spirits afterward. I’m telling myself that if he’s strong enough to pull something like this off, he must be okay. He must be. Log entry 422: A week after Donnie’s all-out attack, his health worsened visibly. As he huddles through his lab to take care of business as usual, we cherish the small things. Drinking tea together. Throwing bad puns at each other. The four of us are often sitting down, reminiscing about the times before this whole mess started. Sometimes April or Casey join us. We would like to show our concern and ask Donnie how he’s feeling, if he needs anything, what we can do for him, but we don’t. Life continues on. Log entry 435: I’m tired. I haven’t slept in a few days. Can’t tell exactly how long it has been. I don’t want to miss anything. Every second is precious, even writing this feels like a waste of time. But I also can’t hover over Donnie, he wouldn’t want that. He’s already mad at me since I denied taking over some of his tasks as if he’s already gone. He’s been trying to explain a few of his inventions to me that keep our base up and running, but it’s been difficult to focus. My mind drifts off to repeat the same few sentences over and over again. Please don’t leave us. Please stay with me. Please. Don’t go.

"No."

2012 Leo x reader

Angsty ending to I've Been Tired and 'My Brother's an Idiot' Blues

Happy ending version: "Yes."

Chapter Summary: You reject Leo's offer to be friends again.

Sequel is here: No pt.2

***

  You sighed, fidgeting with your hands. Leo…Leo was your best friend. But his mind was elsewhere. And regardless of what he’d done wrong, you didn’t want to hold him back from what he actually wanted.

  And on top of that, you were pretty sure you couldn’t handle another rejection. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted to be…you know, number one. The way Leo was for you. And honestly? It kinda hurt that you weren’t that for him.

  Maybe you needed some time away, and maybe you felt guilty for that. But…you were tired of having your feelings hurt, and tired of being rejected in favor of his flights of fancy.

  You took a deep breath, coming to a decision. 

  “Lee…I love ya. Seriously. You’re my best friend.” You said, and for a moment, he perked up. You winced, and continued. “But…Maybe we should take a break for a bit, y’know?”

  His hands trembled. He looked shattered, like the light behind his eyes had gone out. And for a moment you wanted to take your words back, to run down the fire escape and give him a hug and whisper that everything was fine…

  But he nodded, despite the glossiness of his eyes, and stared at the ground. “I…Okay. I guess…I guess that’s…fair, (Y/N). I’m…I’m so so sorry.”

  You felt your grip tighten around the railing of the fire escape, and you slammed your eyes shut so you wouldn’t have to see the heartbroken look in his eyes. “Yeah. Me too.”

  “...Yeah.” He said, and his voice cracked.

  You heard the sound of the manhole being shoved open, and then closed again, and when you opened your eyes and peeked through your fingers, he was gone.

  Okay. 

  You took in a final breath of fresh air, and ducked back into your room.

  Weirdly, you felt better.

  Maybe you were a horrible person for that, but it was true. You felt lighter. Freer.

  Things were gonna be okay.

  You still cried though.

***

  Raph was waiting at the bottom of the ladder in the sewers, with Donnie and Mikey at his side.

  “So how’d it go Fearless?” Raph grinned.

  “Is everything okay again? Are you gonna stop bummin’ me out?!” Mikey said excitedly.

  Leo stared at the ground and tugged at his wrist wrappings.  

  “Oooh.” Donnie cringed, picking up on Leo’s body language. “Do you want us to leave you alone, Leo?” 

  “Wait, so what happened?” Mikey frowned.

  “Shh, give him some space.” Donnie hissed.

  Leo sighed and wrapped his arms around himself. “Raph, you’re leading patrol today. I’m…I’m gonna take a break.” He said as authoritatively as he could muster.

  “So…it was a no.” Raph realized, and despite being fully aware, Leo still felt himself die inside a bit more at hearing it said out loud. He scowled.

  “Yeah, it was that! So you guys can…can stop asking, okay?!” Leo snapped, but at the look of shock in their faces, he deflated. “Look, I’m…I’m sorry, guys- uh guys and Donnie- I just-”

  Donnie stepped forwards and patted Leo’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Leo. We…” They glanced back at the other two who stared blankly, and rephrased. “Well, I get it. We’ll leave you alone if you want that, I’m sure Raph can handle being the leader for a day-”

  Raph coughed something that sounded like ‘Oh please no’, and Donnie gave him a hard glare.

  “Ugh…yeah sure I can, Fearless. So long as Snakeweed doesn’t show up.” He said finally, although he looked pissed despite the words.

  But Leo had already vanished down the corridor.

  He didn’t think he could have sat there any longer, listening to his siblings talk…and for the second time in the past twenty-four hours, he found his eyes watering out of control.

  He wiped the tears from his face as he ran into the lair, but they kept coming.

  He’d messed up so much, and now he’d lost you. Maybe forever.

  He slammed the door to his room open and slumped onto the bed.

  He wished he’d never met Karai. He wished he’d been a better friend. But it was too late now…

  Leo wrapped his arms around himself and let out a choked sob. He was so stupid. Maybe it was a good thing you’d left him…after all, he was clearly not good enough to be your friend, much less your boyfriend. He was dumb for even hoping you’d ever like him, regardless of what Raph said.

  Raph was wrong, he thought, rubbing his eyes on his knee pads. You didn’t like him…why would you?!

  After all, he was more than just a weird looking sewer freak: He was a weird looking sewer freak who’d hurt you again and again just to keep himself from getting hurt.

  (You’re an insecure teenager, Leonardo, said a voice in his head that sounded like Master Splinter. Of course you’ve made a mistake, it’s part of growing up- Leo shook his head and ignored the voice, choosing instead to let loose a rampant pile of insults on himself.) (Stupid, stupid, incompetent leader. Dumb turtle. Bad friend. Dishonorable sad loser who’s feeling sorry for himself again…) 

  He tried really hard not to cry, but it was far too late for that, seeing as everything in his general vicinity was soaked with salty tears.

  He sighed and took a deep breath. It was okay, things were gonna be okay. You’d said you wanted a break, not that you wanted him dead, so that meant he might just get to see you again someday, right? 

  Someday when he would be older, wiser, and maybe a bit taller if he was lucky, and then he could take you out to the forest under a starry sky and say ‘I am so so sorry, (Y/N). I love you and I wish we could be friends again.’ and you’d say ‘Wow Leonardo! You’ve grown and changed so much- you’re way more like Captain Ryan than you are like that dumb idiot kid I had to deal with all those years ago- I can’t say I love you yet because you’re so different that I barely know you, but I’d love to get to know you! You wanna get boba tea or something?’ and he’d say ‘Heck yeah’ and then you’d finally be friends again and everything would be perfect and he’d never be so stupid ever again-

  …But that was just a daydream. In reality, it was far more likely that in the future he’d still be…A: a stupid kid. B: 5’1. Maybe 5’2 if he was lucky. C: a scary sewer freak that you were only ever friends with because you were so kind that you didn’t mind his quirks.

  In reality it’d probably go more along the lines of ‘Hey (Y/N), I miss you.’ And then you’d say ‘Seriously? You’re still not over that? Damn you’re an even bigger loser than I thought. Also I’m dating this hot human boy who looks more like Captain Ryan than you’ll ever get to look.’ And then you’d show him a picture of your hot new boyfriend and Leo would inevitably end up with a hate-crush on him because you had awesome taste in everything and your taste in guys was no exception…which is exactly why he knew you would never ever date him.

  Which was fine. Leo understood. But he didn’t know what he’d do without having you as a friend…but Leo also wasn’t an asshole. He might miss you, but you didn’t wanna see him, and he sure as heck wasn’t gonna cross that boundary as tempting as it was…

  He swallowed. His train of thought was getting pretty unhinged, he was probably spiralling…he took a deep breath and got up from his bed to get some tea.

  He stirred the matcha powder into his cup and watched it swirl…things would be okay, right?

  Yeah…yeah. He still had Splinter. He still had his siblings. Maybe someday he’d get to have you back, but in the meantime…the sky was clear, the Krang weren’t causing too much trouble, Slash hadn’t killed them yet, he had a tea party with Chloe scheduled…

  Life would go on. 

  It was gonna be okay.

  ***

No pt.2

Author's note: So there's gonna be a happy ending in which you say "Yes" coming out soon, but I'm also very tempted to do a separate happy-ish conclusion to the "No" storyline...do you guys think that would be confusing? Because if it's too contrived I'll just leave it as is, but if you guys want to see a good ending to this chapter, let me know I guess?

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It wasn’t easy being a stand user let alone being engaged to one. Foes lie behind your door awaiting for that split second. That specific moment where you were too busy engulfed in life’s demands, where the chances of being vulnerable were likely. Now that you have your fiancé, Jotaro, by your side it made you frightened of the world. There was one business trip that changed things permanently. You were fast asleep expecting your fiancé’s arrival, normally the sound of keys rattling would awaken you. But this time you heard a loud thud followed by a low wheeze. You knew something was terribly wrong and immediately sought after the noise. There laid Jotaro in critical condition, rushing by his side you attended to his injuries. For a short while he was in your arms unconscious which only made you worried of what type of blow he endured. The situation at large made your body uncontrollably shaky. You were living a nightmare, one in which not a single soul could wake you up from. Once Jotaro did indeed wake up, you clung onto him forgetting about his sore wounds. You were in so much distress Jotaro stayed away from anything work related that would leave you alone for hours on end. He couldn’t endure for you to go through anything like that again. You both already lost close allies and he knew you needed him the most. However, it wasn’t like he could avoid work trips forever. You tried to compromise and aligned his schedule with yours. Thus you’ll be able to join him, but Jotaro refused. So again, Jotaro left promising you he’ll return back in one piece.

You didn’t want to be an emotional wreck during this time away from your lover. So instead you kept yourself busy, and focus on the areas around the home that could need improvement. Nevertheless, you did missed him deeply, every fiber in your being wanted to pick up the phone, and tell him to come straight home. Snapping yourself out of it, you took a deep breath and put your faith in Jotaro. Throughout the voyage in Egypt he showed numerous occasions that he was more than capable of defending himself. And most recently was no different from the other instances he fought stand users, therefore you continued on.

As you were yet again sleeping, you felt a warm pair of lips pressed gently on your forehead. You wasted not another minute and hugged your soon to be husband. Automatically you knew it was him. You did not need to smell his cologne, or hear his gravelly voice, nor did you need to open your eyes. You listened to your sixth sense. The same one when you’re able to navigate through darkness and still reach your destination. It’s a belief factor that kicks in, a knowing, that doesn’t cause you to second-guess yourself.

“Hey..hey..don’t cry,” Jotaro shushed, while bringing you deeper into his chest. “I promise you I’ll be back didn’t I?” You heard the smile in his voice, appreciating the fact that you missed him so dearly.

“You could’ve returned my calls meanie,” 

“Good grief, sorry I made you worry,” He chuckled.

With one thing lead to another Jotaro gradually undressed you. He savored each part of your body with his undivided attention, specifically in areas where you were most sensitive. You whimpered underneath his touch because how delicate he was treating you. Typically, sex between the two of you would be feral, rushing to feel the climax wash over you. Even so, this time it meant something completely different. He took his time, listening to your body’s every desire and praising you for your overall behavior. In his mind, all he wanted was to make you feel at ease. For your sorrow to turn into dust, like it was never there in the first place. All this foreplay made you incredibly horny, so much that your panties were beginning to soak. They stuck to your cunt waiting for Jotaro to pull them pass your plump thighs and down your ankles.

“Jotaro..I need you,” You hummed desperately arching your back as he kissed the inner parts of your thighs. “All of you~” Your fingers dipped below your underwear, playing with your wet folds, just for a second.

“Not yet..” Jotaro laid between your legs holding the same hand you touched yourself with. “Use the magic word like how I taught you,” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke in a soft loving nature. His face was inches away as he anticipated your response. 

“Pretty please~”

“Good girl,”

"The Tortured Poets Department: Standard Edition" by Taylor Swift Sentence Starters

FORTNIGHT

"I was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me."

"All of this to say, I hope you're okay."

"But what about your quiet treason?"

"And for a fortnight, there we were, forever running."

"All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February."

"I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary."

"I love you, it's ruining my life."

"Thought of calling ya, but you won't pick up."

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

"I think some things I never say."

"You're in self-sabotage mode."

"I've seen this episode and still love the show."

"Who else decodes you?"

"Who's gonna hold you like me?"

"Who's gonna know you, if not me?"

"I chose this cyclone with you."

"Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me."

"Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be."

"That's the closest I've come to my heart exploding."

"We're modern idiots."

MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVORITE TOYS

"I should've known it was a matter of time."

"There was a litany of reasons why we could've played for keeps this time."

"I know I'm just repeating myself."

"Pull the string and I'll tell you that he/she/they run(s) because he/she/they love(s) me."

"You should've seen him/her/them when he/she/they first saw me."

"I knew too much."

"There was danger in the heat of my touch."

"He/she/they saw forever, so he/she/they smashed it up."

DOWN BAD

"Tell me I was the chosen one."

"For a moment, I knew cosmic love."

"Fuck it if I can't have him/her/them."

"I might just die, it won't make no difference."

"Fuck it if I can't have us."

"They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about the existence of you."

"I loved your hostile takeovers."

"Fuck it, I was in love."

"Fuck you if I can't have us."

SO LONG, LONDON

"I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift."

"Pulled him/her/them in tighter each time he/she/they was/were drifting away."

"My spine split from carrying us up the hill."

"How much sad did you think I had in me?"

"I didn't opt in to be your odd man out."

"I stopped CPR, after all, it's no use."

"The spirit was gone, we'd never come to."

"I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free."

"I'll find someone."

"You say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it."

"My friends said it wasn't right to be scared every day of a love affair."

"Every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he/she/they want(s) to be there."

"How long did you think I'd go before I'd self-implode?"

"You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?"

BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

"I forget if this was ever fun."

"I just learned these people only raise you to cage you."

"I just learned these people try and save you cause they hate you."

"They slammed the door on my whole world."

"I'm not coming to my senses."

"I know he's/she's/they're crazy, but he's/she's/they're the one I want."

"Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all."

"I'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'."

"I'll tell you something about my good name; it's mine alone to disgrace."

"I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing."

"You ain't gotta pray for me."

"If all you want is gray for me, then it's just white noise."

"We came back when the heat died down."

FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER

"I'm running back home to you."

"Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be."

"It's gonna be alright, I did my time."

"My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it."

"No matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway."

"Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake here."

FLORIDA!!!

"You can beat the heat if you beat the charges too."

"They said I was a cheat, guess it must be true."

"This city reeks of driving myself crazy."

"Little did you know your home's really only a town you're a guest in."

"Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time."

"Yes, I'm haunted, but I'm feeling just fine."

"No one asks any questions here."

"I did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have been on my body."

"Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable."

"It's one hell of a drug."

"Love left me like this and I don't wanna exist."

GUILTY AS SIN?

"This cage was once just fine."

"Am I allowed to cry?"

"Am I bad or mad or wise?"

"Oh, what a way to die."

"I keep recalling things we never did."

"How can I be guilty as sin?"

"There's no such thing as bad thoughts. Only your actions talk."

"We've already done it in my head, if it's make-believe."

"Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?"

"They're gonna crucify me anyway."

"What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?"

"They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly."

"I choose you and me religiously."

WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?

"You don't get to tell me about sad."

"If you wanted me dead, you should've just said."

"Nothing makes me feel more alive."

"Who's afraid of little old me? You should be."

"The scandal was contained."

"The bullet had just grazed."

"At all costs, keep your good name."

"You don't get to tell me you feel bad."

"Is it a wonder I broke?"

"So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?"

"They say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?"

"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me."

"I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?"

"I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong."

"You caged me and then you called me crazy."

"I am who I am cause you trained me."

I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)

"I can fix him/her/them, no, really, I can."

"I could see it from a mile away."

"I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mine."

"Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man."

LOML

"Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway?"

"I don't mind, it takes time."

"I thought I was better safe than starry eyed."

"I've felt a glow like this never before and never since."

"If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary."

"You and I go from one kiss to getting married."

"You told me I'm the love of your life."

"You said I'm the love of your life about a million times."

"Who's gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate and told me I reformed you?"

"You took me to hell too."

"You shit-talked me under the table."

"I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all."

"It was legendary. It was momentary. It was unnecessary."

"Should I let it stay buried?"

"I'll still see it until I die."

"You're the loss of my life."

I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

"I can read your mind."

"I can show you lies."

"I'm a real tough kid. I can handle my shit."

"I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day."

"I'm so obsessed with him/her/them, but he/she/they avoid(s) me like the plague."

"I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art."

"You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart."

"I can hold my breath. I've been doing it since he/she/they left."

"I'm sure I can pass this test."

"I'm miserable and nobody even knows."

THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED

"Was any of it true?"

"Who the fuck was that guy?"

"They just ghosted you."

"Now you know what it feels like."

"I don't even want you back."

"I don't miss what we had."

"You didn't measure up in any measure of a man."

"Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?"

"It wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden."

"I would've died for your sins, instead, I just died inside."

"You deserve prison, but you won't get time."

"You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing."

"But you are what you did."

"I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive."

THE ALCHEMY

"This happens once every few lifetimes."

"What if I told you I'm back?"

"I haven't come around in so long, but I'm coming back so strong."

"What if I told you we're cool?"

"I'm making a comeback to where I belong."

"Ditch the clowns, get the crown."

"The sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me."

"Who are we to fight the alchemy?"

"We've been on a winning streak."

"There was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league."

CLARA BOW

"I'm not trying to exaggerate, but I think I might die if it happened to me."

"This town is fake, but you're the real thing."

"You're the new God we're worshipping."

"It's hell on earth to be heavenly."

"Them's the breaks, they don't come gently."