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cosmosis · 11 months

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miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - surprise visit modern au!

an unfamiliar secretary won’t let you into the building to visit your husband, Miguel, at his office

Visiting your husband at work may as well be the best way for you to spend your day off. He’s been working hard, his passion truly bursting at the seams when he talks to you about the latest improvement project he’s been working on for the past three weeks.

You’re walking down the sidewalk in an outfit you knew would make Miguel go crazy, holding a nice bouquet of flowers in your arm. You decided men don’t get flowers enough, so you’re here to fill in that gap. He really deserves more than flowers anyway.

With the badge embedded into your watch, you scan your wrist against the access monitor on the wall. The doors automatically open, and you feel a nice gust of air conditioning run into you.

The office is very modern, clean, and sleek. All around you are advanced units of technology; a result of your husband’s successes. It smells the same it always has; clean, crisp, and slightly minty. As you walk through the doors, you’re greeted with the exact same things you always are; same lounge chairs, same grand elevator...

Though, you don’t recognize the secretary at the desk.

She’s blonde, red lipstick smeared onto her tight lips in an unwelcoming frown. A matching pearl set adorned over her crisp, dark blue blazer.

Usually, you’d say hi to the secretary you knew, Lyla. You assume she got fired, which was a real shame, you love her sass. She was always so kind to you, saying hi with a smile, or offering to help guide you through the office and such.

But instead, you walk right past the desk, digging through your memories to find how you managed to find Miguel’s main office last time.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?“

Her voice is just as snarky as you had imagined.

“Visiting Miguel?“ You pause, your patience already growing extremely thin for the new secretary. You’d probably chat about this to Miguel later, maybe bat an eyelash or two to convince him about hiring someone different.

“Nuh uh! Miguel O’Hara is busy right now, not open for any visitors at the moment.“ She replies, fixating her eyes on the large monitor in front of her.

You pause for a moment, critically thinking things through for a moment.

“Oh! I get it. M’am, you haven’t met me before, have you?“ You ask, trying your best to not crinkle the flowers in your hands. She raises a single eyebrow, glaring as if you insulted her mother. (Which, you might as well should do.)

“I’m Miguel’s spouse. He lets me visit him whenever, I even have my badge right here-“

She holds up a single manicured finger.

“Nice try, but my charts right here say that Miguel is busy at the moment. Try another time, maybe send him a fan letter or something.“

Your blood starts to boil as the new secretary has a satisfied smirk on her face.

Instead of choosing violence and risking your hair getting ruined, you opt for the better option. Glaring at the desk manager directly in the eye, you pull out your cellphone from your pocket, manually pressing the contact button for Miguel. You wait for the phone to dial, pressing the cellular to your ear whilst examining your own nails.

And finally, he answers.

“Hm? You need something, honey?“

“Miguel.“

Miguel on the other line, freezes to a halt. Now, he knows he’s in trouble. Carefully, he clears his throat.

“What is it, sweetie?“

You take a deep breath. “Your... secretary isn’t letting me into the office. Will you fix that, please?”

Miguel pinches between his eyebrows, groaning.

“Of course, hun. I’ll be down in a sec.“

“Thank you, Miguel.“

The call ends, but the secretary still stares at you like you’ve thrown up all over her salad. She almost looks like she’s going to laugh, which makes you even madder.

Within literally a few seconds, the elevator whirs to a halt, the top light switching on with a chime. As expected, your husband walks through the sliding doors, clad in a crisp white dress shirt and office pants. He’s so undeniably gorgeous, you almost consider forgiving the secretary.

But, you don’t.

“Ah, Miguel, this p-“

“Shut your mouth for moment, would you?“

The woman is taken aback, red bursting onto her cheeks as her fake smile melts into a frown. Her mouth is left agape, watching as Miguel saunters over to you with a smile.

“What happened?“ Miguel asks, his Office Face™ dissolving into a genuine smile. He slots his hands to your waist, silently peering at the flowers in your arms.

“Well, I was going to come surprise you... but then she said that you were busy.” You reply, pouting.

“Aww, baby, it’s okay.“ He smooches the top of your head. “The flowers are pretty. I’ll handle this.“

Miguel then swerves around, this time with his Office Face™ on. He keeps his hand glued to your side, each step of his getting louder and louder as he makes his way towards the desk.

“Tiffany.“

Tiffany, in question, shudders, keeping her eyes glued to the floor while a shit-eating smirk finds its’ way onto your face. No remorse whatsoever.

“From now, until tonight, please let my partner into the building whenever they like.“

“Yes, sir. Why until tonight?“

“Because I’m firing you from any future stand-in’s, or any sort of work in here for the matter.“

Miguel: 1 Tiffany: 0

Tiffany looks like she has so much she wants to say, so much that she could scream at this very moment... but instead, she stays silent. You can see a vein practically ready to burst at her temple, her jaw grinding her teeth in her mouth.

“I will dismiss you at the end of the day, Tiffany. I expect you to cause no more trouble until then.“

Tiffany is left utterly speechless, her jaw left slightly agape. Miguel ushers you by your back towards the elevator, poking and prodding his finger at the flowers in your grasp.

Automatically, the elevator doors smoothly slide open, and you both step inside. You stare at the glass view outside, watching as the two of you get higher and higher above the city.

“I even had my badge, and she didn’t let me.“ You frown, indulgently leaning into Miguel’s chest.

“I’m sorry, hun. Lyla’s out sick for a bit, so she was the only substitute I could find for today.“

Apologetically, he rubs your back, secretly praying that you’d forget about the whole ordeal so you’d pay attention to him instead.

“S’okay. Thank god Lyla wasn’t fired.“ You mumble, breathing a sigh of relief.

“She’s annoying, but she does her job well.“ Miguel remarks, and you gasp, personally offended on behalf of your beloved Lyla.

“No she’s not! She’s super nice, actually.“

“Whatever.” Miguel scoffs. “Kiss me.”

“No. You called Lyla annoying.”

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- cosmosis <333

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wonuwonder · 4 months

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toast rule — jeon wonwoo (m)

content: wonwoo smut, fem reader x wonwoo, semi-public sex (bathroom), unprotected sex (pls wrap it), non relationship, anything else lmk!! 1.7k words

an: minors dni. not proof read! kinda rushed it so will be correcting mistakes later, lowercase intended. english is not my first language.

“you know there’s a saying, that if you avoid eye contact during a toast you’ll have bad sex for seven years” you say jokingly, you had gone out to some fancy restaurant for Soonyoung’s birthday, your best friend. some of your friends were mutual, and they were here as well as his own friends, which you knew a couple of them.

one of his friends, whom you’d always had seem to have some sort of tension with, Wonwoo; stares directly at you from across the table, smirks and, leans closer, extending his glass of wine to the middle of the table, and says;

“guess I better do it right” he locks his eyes with yours, and toasts your glasses together while the others do the same, you both stare directly at each other while taking a sip, and when you finish, he adds “cheers” his gaze going from your eyes to your red lips, and so on.

for the rest of the night, you become more aware of his presence, exchanging glances while pretending to pay attention to the conversation going on at the table. you catch him staring at you a couple of times, and he catches you doing the same, smirking everytime he does.

after a while, you feel something slightly brushing your leg, you quickly dismiss it, but then you feel it again, and again, shifting in your seat, you look under the table while trying not to move around so much, and you notice it wasn’t something, but someone doing it. you look up, and find him again, smirking at you, biting his lower lip as if trying to hold in his laugh, you glare back at him, and then look around the table to see if anyone had noticed you two bickering, but as you both were the last on each row at the table, no one was really paying attention.

“i’ll be back in a sec” you say to Seokmin, who was sitting next to you, all flustered, you glare at him again and get up from the table, heading towards the bathroom.

you look at yourself in the mirror and fix your hair, hell, you looked hot, wearing a little black dress that hug your curves perfectly, with just the perfect amount of cleavage, you’re about to put your red lipstick on when you see Wonwoo, entering the bathroom, quickly finding your gaze in the mirror.

“hey, what are you doing here?“ you ask as he gets to you, turning around, he’s standing in front of you —towering over you.

“looking for you, i got bored at the table” he gets closer, and brushes a strand of hair out of your face and rests his hand on your jaw, he leans towards your now exposed ear and says “wasn’t fun anymore if you weren’t there to look at” he continues, lifting your chin up, you can’t help but stare at his lips and his piercing onyx like eyes, as he does the same to you

“you weren’t so bad to look at yourself either” you say back playfully, intertwining your arms around his neck.

he grabs you by the hips and tugs you against him, making you whimper under his touch, already turned on by the sudden interaction, he leans closer, pushing you against the counter, while pressing his hips against yours, he brushes the hair out of your neck, but before kissing you he asks “may i?”, you nod, giving him the confirmation that you were as needy as he was, and honestly, you’d been wanting this since the night started.

he kisses your neck sofly, leaving a trail of kisses from the back of your ear, all the way to your clavicle.

“wonwoo…” you say lowering your voice, and he stops to look at you again, you heard people walking towards the bathroom, “anyone could walk in here any moment” he doesn’t think twice as he’s already pulling you towards the last stall in the bathroom, locking the door behind him just in time as people come inside the bathroom.

he stares back at your frame, all pressed up in that tiny little black dress you had decided to wear for tonight, that made your legs look endless, and hugged every inch of your body tight, which had been driving him crazy the minute he saw you walk into the restaurant.

“fuck it” he groans under his breath, and grabs your face kissing you hungrily, pressing you against the tiny wall, the kiss getting hotter by the second, he lowers his hands to your waist gripping you even tighter against him, you huff out a moan in response, and he quickly covers your mouth with his hand, reminding you you weren’t alone, your eyes go wide, and he grins at you, before he continues kissing you, your hands roaming all over his toned body.

his shoulders looked so wide in that white shirt that had been hugging his muscles too tight, distracting you all night. your fingers quickly start to unbotton it.

“can’t wait huh princess?” he says pulling back from attacking your neck with kisses, —that were definitely going to leave marks—

“wonwoo please touch me” you say, voice all breathy from the heat, he wastes no time doing so and pushes your dress up to your waist, revealing the tiny red lace thong you had wore tonight, he groans when he sees it, putting it to the side for easy access, his fingers dipping in your arousal, spreading all over your pussy, massaging your clit, making you gasp, one of your hands leaving his neck to cover your mouth, just in time for when he adds one finger.

“you like that baby?” he says to your ear and all you can do is nod, overwhelmed by all the pleasure, he adds another one and curls then inside of you while continuing to play with your clit with his thumb, your eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.

“fuck won-“ you manage to say, he looks at you with his darkened eyes.

your hands reach for his pants, and you unbuckle his belt almost desperately, his erection pressing hard against the fabric, you start stroking his bulge from outside his boxers, his cock painfully hard by now and he hitches a breath the moment you do.

“i need you, right now” you demand and his hand leaves your pussy, shutting your mouth with his fingers, making you taste yourself and you take his fingers gracefully, coating them with your tounge.

“i need you to keep quiet baby” he whispers as he gets his boxers down his legs along with his pants, his throbbing cock sprinting against his lower abdomen, and fuck it was huge.

you reach for it almost instantly, stroking him delightfully, his head tipping back and biting his lower lip to keep quiet.

he stares back at your pleading eyes and you say “please fuck me won” your words coming out like music to his ears, he grabs one of your legs and hoists it up behind his waist, making space for him to fit between your legs, squeezing his forearm tightly to steady yourself, he lines up against your core, his cock already leaking with pre cum, and he sinks into you harshly, both of you looking down to where your bodies connect, your forehead falling against his shoulder biting your lips to keep shut. he slowly puls out and sinks back in, picking up the pace, he starts pounding on you, you both already a mess while trying to make as less noise as possible, his mouth finds yours again, kissing you passionately, you groan against his mouth as he finds your favorite spot, you can’t hold much longer.

“won… m’gonna” you start and he grips your hip tightly with his free hand, squeezing your thigh with the other.

“me too”, he thrusts into you one more time and you both come undone, you bite his shoulder trying not to scream, and he grabs your other leg, making you wrap yourself around his waist to sit on the toilet lid, straddling him, as he was still inside you, you both ride out your highs.

he rests his head on your chest and you play with his hair, resting your cheeck on top of his head, and you stay like that for a bit, as his cum drips out of your pussy. after he pulls out, he starts to clean you up, and you both dress yourselves as better as possible to look like nothing happened.

after you’re done, you try to figure out if there’s someone still in the bathroom, pressing your ear against the tiny door, wonwoo wasting no time in looking at the way your ass cheeks looked pressed in the fabric of your dress.

“you think someone heard us?” you say, while still trying to hear if there was someone else in the bathroom, he grips your ass tightly with one of his hands, making you turn around to look at him.

“probably…” he starts, “not that i care” he says and starts kissing you again, but you shut down the kiss before it starts getting heated again.

“won we need to go back, they’re probably wondering where the hell we went” you mutter out, he steals a kiss from you again, “i’ll go see if there’s anyone here and in the hallway, so you can escape first” you leave the stall trying to look as normal as possible, while fixing your dress and examine each stall, luckily for you, you were alone, but you open the door of the bathroom, and find minghao leaving the men’s bathroom.

“hey, y/n, you okay?” he asks.

“yes! just, um lady problems” you reply, and his eyes squint, not buying any of it obviously,

“… okay, see you at the table” he says back grinning at you, and when he turns to walk away, you go inside the bathroom to free wonwoo from the stall, “you can leave now, quickly” you say and he gets out, “when you get back to the table, say you were outside smoking or something, minghao was in the bathroom, so you can’t say that” you explain and he nods, “alright, alright” you walk towards the door together, but before opening it, he turns around and says, to your ear.

“next time we do this, i want to hear every little sound from you” he bites his lips and grabs the door handle.

“what makes you think there will be a next time?” you bite back.

“the way you loved my cock” he winks at you before leaving the bathroom, with the biggest smirk on his face.

an: notes comments or reblogs are appreciated, just wanna read what you think😭

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munson-blurbs · 2 months

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Hey sweetheart! You take requests at the moment? I'm currently healing from surgery (ow) and I just want some fluffy Eddie fussing over me/reader

One fluffy blurb, coming right up! I hope you get well soon 🥰

Warnings: Reader is recovering from surgery, mention of prescribed medication, mention of spicy activities, Eddie is a big ol' mush of a boyfriend

WC: 750

The sound of a handbell clanging has Eddie up from the sofa in a heartbeat. He’s learned your communication system over the last few days: one ring means you want some company, two means you’re hungry or need to use the bathroom, and three indicates an emergency.

This was a three-ring.

“Sweetheart?” There’s no camouflaging the alarm in his voice as he pushes into the bedroom. He finds you propped up against the pillows, book in hand. “What’s the matter? Are you dizzy again?”

You shake your head. “Could you get me a snack?” The doctor advised against taking the pain medication on an empty stomach, and you had no intention of breaking that rule. “Maybe some pretzels? Or a slice of toast with jelly?”

Eddie’s shoulders sag with relief. “You rang the bell three times,” he explains, soft irritation clipping his words. “I thought something was wrong.”

Glancing at the bell tucked against your thigh, you frown. “No, I only rang it twice. Or, wait…shit, I did ring it three times.” You exhale, sliding your bookmark between the pages and offering an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“S’okay.” He plops down onto the bed, careful not to jostle your elevated leg. “Just…give me a sec to get my heartrate back down to normal.” Hand to his chest, he takes deep, exaggerated breaths that have you giggling.

“I mean, I could find something urgent,” you tease. “Maybe I’ll try walking without the crutches, or I can take out my stitches…”

Eddie’s nose wrinkles in a combination of disbelief and disgust. “Bullshit,” he counters.

“Bullshit?”

“Bull. Shit.” He grins, gently poking your bicep. “You got all queasy that time you had to pull out a splinter, and you expect me to believe you can remove your own stitches?”

You let out a defeated groan. “Ugh, fine.” He knows you too well, and you love him for it.

He gives you a triumphant kiss on the cheek and starts towards the kitchen. “Anything else the fair maiden needs while I’m up? More water? Ginger ale? Perhaps some champagne and caviar?” His eyes light up mischievously at the last suggestion.

“I’m not supposed to drink on these meds,” you quip, playing right into his charade.

“We’ll take a raincheck on the champagne, then.”

You shift back slightly, wincing as pain shoots through your leg. The surgery hurt more than the injury, and part of you wishes you had just muddled through and hobbled around instead of getting it fixed.

Eddie returns a few minutes later with toast that’s just the right shade of burnt and slathered in strawberry jelly. He has a glass of water in his other hand, though you hadn’t asked for any.

He places both on the snack table he’s set up next to the bed before reaching over and grabbing the bell. He rings it one time, loud and purposeful.

“Can I help you?”

Nodding, he sits down. “I’m bored and need someone to talk to.” He rests his head on his pillow and pouts. “Entertain me?”

“There’s not much going on here.” You shrug, scanning the room for a conversation topic. He’s been taking care of you nonstop, and surgery recovery doesn’t exactly make for riveting discussions. Your eyes land on a magazine. “I read some interesting articles in Cosmo, I guess.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie waggles his brows. “Anything spicy?”

You flip to an article that provides explicit details on giving the perfect blowjob and point to the page. “This one was pretty raunchy.”

He studies it just long enough to read the headline before tossing it aside. “You don’t need any help with that. Trust me.” He smirks knowingly. “You probably could’ve written that article yourself.”

“Good to know.” Exhaling, you look over at him. “You can go hang out with the guys if you want. Or they can come over here, as long as they’re not too loud.”

You expect him to jump at the offer; anything to cure his bout of boredom, but he declines. “Nah, I’m good right here.” He snatches up the magazine once more and thumbs through it. “Besides, I need to find out what color palette matches my skin tone.”

“Eddie—”

He cuts you off with his pointer finger. “Shhh. This is life-changing stuff, Sweetheart. I mean, what if I’m…an ‘autumn,’ but I’ve been wearing ‘winter’ this whole time?” His face contorts in mock horror. “Talk about tacky.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

You absolutely do.

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— skeletons + sae itoshi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — sae doesn’t realise how much being away from home affects him, until he hears your voice again.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, angst, hurt no comfort, long-distance, established relationship, mentions of mental health, pro player!sae, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2K.

⭑ notes — hi beautiful babies!! this is the first of a few fics i have queued for my week away. i wrote this a while ago and it’s based off of skeletons by keshi !! hope you like <3 - m.list ✩

in all honesty, sae itoshi doesn’t expect you to pick up. it’s way too late for you, just breaching the early house of the next morning in japan. there’s a seven hour difference between madrid and tokyo, sae knows because he’s looked it up a million times before anticipating a call or text from you. and right now, you’re probably sleeping, you’re supposed to have been sleeping.

but alas, your phone rings and you pick up on the third— voice groggy over the comforting crackle of static on the line. “h…hello?”

for a moment, the older itoshi brother listens to you and your natural ambience. he notes your deep breathing, still recovering from the depths of sleep, and the slight whines you let out with your yawns as you stretch your stiff muscles. maybe it’s weird, but sae misses all of your sounds, he misses waking up next to them— curling his arm around your waist on nights you’d snuck over to his childhood home just to see him.

“is anyone there?”

snapping out of it, sae clears his throat— fixing his voice as it sits hoarse in its base before he speaks. “it’s me, love.”

“sae!” shifting from the sheets tells sae that you’re more awake now— alerted by the symphony of his voice over the shitty landline. “shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“could say the same for you, it’s four am over there.” he knows that he’s wrong, you’re seven hours ahead and it’s only ten pm for him — meaning it’ll be closer to five am where you are and sae itoshi is never wrong. he was born with impressive gut instinct and a quick mind but this time he’s wrong on purpose. he makes a mistake because he wants to stall for time, keep you talking a little longer and hear your voice for a few minutes more…because maybe that’ll keep the demons away.

keep his head floating above the water he seems to have fallen in.

sae is drowning in his dreams, and if he reaches out he can’t touch them— to him, the greatest of all time…they’re unattainable.

“five actually, and my alarm is meant to go off soon. i thought you were it and then i saw your contact…” you manage to say through a yawn, rubbing your eye’s unbeknownst to your boyfriend since he’s halfway across the globe. if he could see, if he was there—he’d probably call you cute, wipe your eyes for you and force you back down to sleep. but he’s not here and he can’t see because there’s a distance between you that can only be fixed by grainy face times on your cells.

“i wanted to call.” the midfielder clarifies, cutting you off sharply but his words coat the inside of his mouth like cotton, as if they’re hard to say — melting over the line like rice paper on his tongue.

“okay,” breathing slow, you hug your knees to your chest and let your silence tangle with the crackling static. “you don’t usually call first.”

“i needed to hear your voice.”

“i’m here. i miss you. do you want to switch to facetime?” sae has half a mind to tell you no. if you switch now, you’d worry— you’d see how hollow he’s become, how sleep deprivation eats at the pink tinge to his flesh and clings to the undersides of his dulling aquamarine eyes. you might think that he’s dying and perhaps he is. the pro player feels like he is. every day is harder, his bones feel heavier and his muscles weaker — he needs medicine. he needs you.

you’re the only drug sae would ever inject into his veins— your smile, your laugh, your heart. they make him better, make him feel alive. so he relents, “gimme a sec, i’ll call you.” he grunts and taps the button to video-call, waiting for you to pick up again.

“there you are, handsome. tell me about your day.” blue light from the early morning filters over your skin— the footage of the FaceTime call is grainy, probably because it’s still a little bit dark outside for you but you’re beautiful. to sae you’ve always been beautiful.

the elder itoshi brother makes a small effort to smile at your compliment, the expression blooming on his cheeks which you mirror, happy to see him — he misses you too. “i don’t wanna talk about it. you do the talking. i just want to listen to you.”

“alright well… i worked today— yesterday. sorry! timezones,” you miss the way sae winces at the mention of your time difference, the invisible divide between you both, as you settle back into your bed to admire him. “my shift sort of sucked, you know how it goes.” your boyfriend listens to you intently, makes faces at the complaints you make about customers, clients and coworkers alike.

sometimes, the midfielder doesn’t understand you how you devote your life’s work, your beauty and intelligence to an industry that chews you up, spits you out like dirt and drives you to the edge of falling to pieces. sae doesn’t doubt you, he knows that you’re talented and wishes you saw the same value in yourself that he did.

you deserve better. so much better.

perhaps he’s the same as you, working for someone else until he breaks and he’s better than everyone else— all in the name of becoming the best in the world.

“you hate your job. quit. i earn enough money to take care of you.”

“and you hate yours. but you won’t come home where i can take care of you.”

sae rolls his eyes at your quip because of how easy it is for you to read him despite the way he hides his emotions behind a clay mask. he’s always been like that, but he feels the need to tuck away the uglier parts from him even more of late— even if you’ve seen it all before. the late nights where he’s feeling sad and goes to bed, sae wakes up feeling even worse. especially without you but even now with your face on a screen, beaming at him the same way you have all your life— he doesn’t feel any better.

you’re meant to be his solace.

quickly changing the subject, sae nods his head as if to push you in a different conversational direction. “tell me about what you did after work.”

you hesitate, peering into his ocean eyes for a split second. “i went to see rin at blue lock. he’s…he’s doing really well, you know. you should come see him sometime. you’d be proud of how far he’s come since we were little.”

it’s not that he doesn’t care about his younger brother, but the relationship between rin and sae itoshi is probably long past any attempts at repair. you’ve been stuck in the middle for as long as you’ve known them— pulling them close despite the boys repelling each other like polar magnets.

you were the glue when they were kids, keeping the three of you together and to this day you still tried to manage the gap between the two brothers, despite their disputes. their differences.“can we please not talk about that half-ass piece of—“ you glare over the phone from across the globe and sae silences himself, pursing his lips to avoid scrutiny from the love of his life. you.

“you know, you never told me what happened when you first came home from Spain.” you blurt after a moment's quiet. “but i think i’ve always sorta known.”

“yeah?” the magenta haired midfielder challenges, brushing a hand over his tired face.

“yeah…” nodding subtly, you shift and roll onto your side— a solemn expression dancing across your features. “you changed. you hurt him, sae, real bad. rin changed too.” you say hoarsely, as if the words you’ve uttered burn at the insides of your throat like bitter liquor. “you’ve not shown that same fate to me, you know better than to lash out at me. but you’re different. you don’t smile anymore. not with your eyes like you used to — i miss that.” i miss you. is what you really want to say. not just physically, but emotionally. you want your boyfriend back, not the empty shell of skin and bones you have now.

even sae picks up on the hidden meaning behind your words— he doesn’t smile at you like he used to.

for once the eldest itoshi decides to be honest with you. he thinks to tell you how stressed out he is, how he’s scared his plan for this soccer thing might not even work out. he decides to be honest in words that he knows best and not all the details because he doesn’t want you to break over him.

“talk to me, itoshi.” you cut through his thoughts like a knife through butter.

“i’m afraid of myself, and i hate it.”

“then come home, sae.” it’s a nice offer, a tempting bribe. to be home with you when sae knows that would be the closest thing to giving up. he knew you wouldn’t get it. you wouldn’t understand how much soccer meant to him but you can’t be blamed for that. the thing you love most in the world isn’t your career— it’s him. “come home and be with me.”

your wish would be as selfish as his — you don’t want him to give up soccer for you and he doesn’t want to leave soccer to feel better with you like he knows he would.

“i need to make it to the end of the season — i have to.”

“sae, you’re tired. you look like a ghost.”

“i don’t even know if i’m going to make it.” he snaps, desperate and pleading with you not to make this more difficult than it already is. “but if i don’t try. then all of this will be for nothing. my goals have changed, but i worked hard for this and i will get what i want.” he spits out as if there’s acid on his tongue, burning through the little solace of love you’ve tried to wrap him up in. sae runs a hand through his silken locks, sighing as he briefly looks away from your crumpled face on the screen. “so stop asking me to come home for you because i won’t. it’s not worth it. you’re not worth it.”

you gasp, tears flooding your eyes. you know he doesn’t mean it, or maybe he does — it’s been difficult to read sae recently, he’s slipping from your grasp like sand between your fingers and you just have to let him. another beat of silence echoes between you both — but neither of you make the effort to speak. sae doesn’t correct himself and you don’t force your hand to make him apologise.

you care enough for him not to make him fight— to make sae choose his own battles. you’d never ask him to pick soccer over you, because you know what his answer would be regardless… but that doesn’t mean it hurts you any less to watch him destroy himself for it and to lose the boy you grew up loving to a sport you may never understand.

though, that doesn’t stop you from lashing out and bearing your own fangs either — if he was going to throw salt in your wounds, you could do that too.

“i have to go, itoshi. get some rest, you look like shit, but you that’s what you want, right? it’s worth it to you.”

you hang up before he can say a word and sae can’t bring himself to message and apologise. because he knows that you’re right, you’re telling him to pick soccer because he can’t make that choice for himself.

sae itoshi is a pro player now. he’s gotten what he’s always wanted — he’s achieving his dreams as the corpse of the man he once was. the one who loved you proper.

but that doesn’t matter anymore, whatever his team wants out of him they get.

since his skeleton’s out for the taking.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x you #itoshi sae angst #itoshi sae imagines #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x you #sae itoshi imagines #sae itoshi angst #blue lock x you #bllk x you #bllk angst #blue lock angst #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki

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luvjunie · 7 months

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— Unforgettable ( 3 )

part one • part two • part three • part four • part five

pairing: e-1610!miles x fem!reader

contains: sooo much fluff, plot progression, a glimpse into reader and miles’ relationship, the moment we’ve all been waiting for 🤭, and another itty bitty plot twist

summary: a bump in with a certain boy at the bodega threatens to ruin your previously perfect afternoon until he offers to fix it. you assumed things would end there, and then you ran into him again. wc: 3,254

a/n: i know y’all ain’t think i forgot about this series!!! but here’s a long chapter as an apology since i made y’all wait so long </3 also did i say an ‘itty bitty’ plot twist? cause i be lying. recap of part two is in small italics!

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“You had her approval as soon as you called her Mrs. Morales.”

Your head tilted in question, eyes panning to the ceiling in thought. “Isn’t that normal? Calling someone’s parent by their last name?”

A comfortable silence settled, just for a moment.

“You’d think so.” A smile curled Miles’ lips, the memory of when he’d introduced the first girl he’d ever liked to his parents flashing into his mind; his interest in tossing the ball paused momentarily as images from the past flooded his thoughts.

Wait… Why was he thinking about her?

. . .

“Miles?”

“Milesss?”

“Huh?” Miles blinked quickly as he brought himself back to the present, his slightly startled gaze landing on your puzzled expression.

“Earth to Morales?” Your tone leaked with a playfulness as you quirked a brow at him. “Did you hear a word I just said?”

“Nah, sorry,” Miles cleared his throat, then scratched his forehead with a laugh he hoped didn’t sound too awkward. “Just spaced out for a sec. What’d you say?”

“I saiddd,” Laying on your stomach as your thumbs twiddled along the screen of your phone, you sent a quick text before you continued. “—It’s getting kinda late, and if I’m not home in the next thirty minutes my Grandma will alert the entire police force over my absence.” you chuckled, the perpetual buzzes of replies sounding from your phone only furthering your point.

“Oh— Yeah, you’re right. My bad, I didn’t even realize.” Miles stood and grabbed his coat from the hook off his closet door before he turned towards you with a warm grin.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

—

Miles had been staring at his ceiling ever since he got back home, headphones blasting music over his ears to drown out the inevitable. For what seemed like hours, and for what probably was, he was trapped in an endless rumination he didn’t want to be a part of.

The grace his weekend temporarily granted him had unfortunately come to an end, and before he knew it, there was a knock on his bedroom door that reminded him of the upcoming drive him and his dad had to make back to Visions.

—

“Dude, this is so stupid. My head is about to explode from all this thinking.” Clad in a wifebeater and plaid boxers as he laid on the top bunk, Miles whined out what had only been his hundredth complaint in the span of fifteen minutes.

“And I can’t find my bonnet!”

Miles’ voice was muffled by the fluff of his pillow, the same pillow that was clutched tightly and caged between his arms as an effort to cling onto the last bit of his sanity. Also the same pillow that’d gone flat nearly two months ago. How convenient.

He thought talking Ganke’s ear off about all his feelings would help sort through his thoughts, but it did the exact opposite. Miles’ feelings for you were growing, that was an undeniable fact, so he still couldn’t figure out why after an entire year, Gwen was still on his mind. Why couldn’t he just forget about her?

“I really like this girl, man. Like, really, really like her. Like, Sunflower ain’t got shit on this girl, like her.” Miles blinked, astonished at his own words as he carried on, “Like, I offered to walk her home instead of having my mom drive her, like her—“

“Bro— Bro. I get it,” Ganke interrupted.

“I didn’t even know I could feel like this for someone else!” Pulling himself into a seated position, Miles let his legs dangle over the side of the bed. “I mean, I even let her meet my parents. You know how I am about that!” He exclaimed, arms outstretched as if they would help him present his case better. Ganke, in fact, did not know how he was about that.

“That obviously means I’m over Gwen! Right?”

No answer.

“Right?”

“I dunno, dude! Now you see why I don’t even bother dealing with that kind’a junk. It’s confusing as hell. “ Ganke’s eyes darted from side to side as they tracked the video game on his PC’s monitor, tongue poking at his lip in intense concentration. His half-baked advice to Miles was as much as he could muster without losing focus on his Call of Duty mission. “That’s love for you, man.”

Miles’ eyes went wide and his heart began to race. “Woah woah woah— I ain’t say anything about love!” Technically, he did, just in different words.

With a weighted sigh the controller plunked out of Ganke’s hands and down onto the desk, ‘MISSION FAILED’ flashing in bold onto the screen.

“Alright, look,” Ganke spun around in his chair and glanced up at the top bunk. “If you like this girl as much as you say you do, why don’t you just go for it? What’s stopping you? A girl who’s not even here anymore?” he scoffed. “Quit dwelling on the past and look at what’s right in front of you. You know, someone who’s actually in this universe.”

Miles sat with pursed lips as he stared down at his open palms, treading in the water of his thoughts.

“You know what,” Head raising, he looked to his roommate with a newfound determination. “You’re right, Ganke. Starting tonight, I’m done thinking about the past.” Miles nodded.

“Great, now either let me get back to my mission in peace, or grab a damn controller and help me.”

Ganke was right. Gwen’s gone, and she wasn’t coming back. It’s not even possible.

Miles let the conclusion settle within him as he dug around in the junk drawer for the spare controller.

It’s time for him to move on.

—

As you relaxed on your back in the room you’d been in more times than you could even remember at this point, head idly bopping to an album by Tears for Fears, you thought back to the time before you knew Miles. And even though you hadn’t known him for nearly as long as you’d known yourself— maybe just caught up in the whirlwind of something new and exciting, or him in general— you couldn’t help but feel as if his presence had been missing from your life this entire time.

Spending the day with him had become as normal as breathing to you. His space had become your space (his words), and it rang true as you hummed along to the tune echoing from the record player on his desk.

“Help me to decide. Help me make the most of freedom, and of pleasure. Nothing ever lasts forever…”

The song ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ wrapped you snug in a warm sense of nostalgia, it having been one of your favorites since middle school. And paired with being around your favorite person— you were sure you never wanted to leave this moment. You smiled to yourself at the upside down image you had of Miles as you let your head hang over the side of his bed, the beads on the ends of your braids clinking against his wooden floors when your head tilted with a new found query.

“Miles,”

He hummed, but it wasn’t the kind that sounded as if you’d interrupted him, or as if he were annoyed. It was the kind that let you know he was interested in whatever you wanted to tell him, and that you had his attention even if his eyes weren’t on you.

“Okay, bear with me here. And answer carefully, because this kind of decides the type of person you are and whether I’ll even speak to you afterwards.”

“Wait, what is it?” He quickly looked up at you—upside down you, at least— with concerned eyes and you struggled to hide your grin.

“What color do you think science is?”

“Are you serious?” He deadpanned.

Your brow raise was his answer.

“Green, obviously.”

“Interesting choice. Why green?”

Miles shrugged, “Cause of the environment. Plants are green. And when I think of plants, I think of photosynthesis. Photosynthesis, equals science. Therefore,” pen in hand, he made a ‘viola’ gesture. “Green.”

“Mm,” You scrunched your nose, eyes panning back to the ceiling. “I guess I can see that.”

“And math is blue.” He tacked on.

“Blue!?” You balked, flipping over onto your stomach so his face was right side-up now. ��Math? Blue? Are you deadass?”

“As dead as ass can be.” Miles quipped with a snort and continued to scribble away at the page he’d been sketching on for the last half hour.

“History is blue, not math!” You scoffed.

“Alright Y/n, what other color would math be then?” He asked incredulously.

“Red, duh.”

“Red?” He repeated breathlessly. “Why would math be red?”

“Well,” you started, “Math makes me angry. And when I think about anger, I think about the color red, just like everybody else does. And I hate red, just like I hate math. Numbers and letters do not belong together, just like pineapple on pizza. Therefore,” you mimicked his previous gesture to the air with a confident grin. “Red.”

“Pineapple— Numbers… What?” Miles blinked at you with both disbelief and confusion, the corners of his mouth threatening to expose his amusement as they lifted. “That’s it? That’s your grand explanation?”

“Mm-hm.” You hummed proudly, chin perched in both your hands.

Miles shook his head as his smile finally made itself known, dimples and all the moment your lashes batted at him.

“Not gon’ lie to you, that sounded like a whole bunch’a bullshit.” He laughed at your fake offended expression.

One of Miles’ favorite things about you was how you always seemed to ramble about everything, and nothing at the same time. He thought it was adorable.

“Well, the math part I understand, I guess.” he shrugged. “But you can’t possibly hate the color red all that much.”

Your brows furrowed at him, “What makes you say that?”

“Cause,” Miles turned his sketchbook towards you, the drawing he’d been working on this entire time revealed to be a moment he’d caught of you, gazing up at his ceiling just the way you were a moment ago. “Look.”

You nearly felt your heart stop as you took in what was in front of you. All this time while you were in your own world, singing along to whatever song came and went, he’d been focused solely on you. You dragged your eyes up from the paper so they’d meet his, your calves swiftly tucking under your thighs when you rushed to sit up in a straighter position.

“I—Is that me?” You blabbed out before you could think.

“Nah, it’s Boo-Boo the fool.” Miles huffed out a laugh. “Yes, it’s you dummy.”

Gentle strokes of red to the thin paper framed your face and lips, the attention to detail he used brought your eyes to life on the page, and he’d even managed to capture the beads on the bottom of your braids, too.

“How the hell did you do that?”

He shrugged shyly and turned his artwork to face him once more, studying the page as if he hadn’t been doing just that all this time. His heart was beginning to race faster than he’d originally predicted, and he wondered if he should’ve shown you.

“It’s kind of muscle memory at this point.”

Miles heard the words that came out of his own mouth, and you did too, but it was like the both of you comprehended exactly what he’d said at the same time.

“Don’t—“ He tried, but it was too late, you were already gushing, and he was already blushing.

“Awwwww!”

“Please—“

“Milessss!” you teased, ignoring his plea.

“Stop it.” Flustered, he shielded a smile behind his hand and tried to look anywhere else but your face.

“You’re so cute when you blush.”

—

Things were beyond easy with Miles.

The two of you never ran out of things to talk about and he always matched your energy, as if he were the other half of you.

There were no awkward moments, or pressure towards the other about making a move, because deep down you both knew what this was, and that everything would fall into place with time.

It was apparent in the way he looked at you, in how perfectly you fit in his arms when he hugged you goodbye, and how you always relaxed in his embrace when he would hold onto you just a bit longer.

Your first date went perfectly. Well, not really, but that’s what made it even better.

An ominous ‘be ready in 20 mins’ text to your phone and about a half hour later, Miles popped up at your door, pink tulips in hand and a smile big enough to match his signature jacket.

The two of you decided to catch a movie after a short train ride to the theater, and he let you pick. Horror being one of your favorite genres, that’s what you went with, and like everything else that came with you, Miles agreed.

But just thirteen minutes in at one of the simplest jumpscares (if you could even call it one), Miles let out a scream belonging on one of the highest vocal registers your ears had ever heard, and it sent you into such an uncontrollable fit of laughter that you ended up accidentally spilling your fresh popcorn all over the floor.

Miles’ ego wasn’t nearly big enough for him to remain embarrassed once the tears started rolling from your eyes, and eventually, the laughter he tried to stifle made itself known to everyone sitting around you. And when you say everyone, you mean everyone.

It only took two minutes of you guys cackling and snorting before the both of you were asked to leave, and you had no idea how you made it out of the theater with how hard your stomachs were cramping.

—

Sure, the movie hadn’t gone quite as planned, but you didn’t mind and neither did he. As long as you both were in each other’s company, you wouldn’t mind watching paint dry.

The blue hue of the night had long enveloped the city, and as you and Miles sat up on the roof of his apartment, the dimmed fairy lights twinkling in the darkness from where they were strung across the perimeter, you made a mental note to study up on the movie you told your Grandma you were staying out late to see.

You leaned into Miles and rested your head on his shoulder, knees pulling to your chest as you exhaled softly.

“You cold?”

Far from it, actually.

A perpetual breeze prompted your bodies to curl into each other more, though goosebumps and chattering teeth were nowhere in sight, only fingers secretly inching closer and hearts growing fonder.

“I should be asking you, I’m wearing your jacket.” you joked.

“Nah,” he chuckled. “I’m alright.”

The silence was comfortable. You didn’t want to go home just yet and Miles wasn’t ready to say goodbye for the night, so you stayed.

This had become a new norm for the two of you, so much so that this was pretty much how all your hangouts ended. You’d stay just a little longer, and then he’d take you home. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but for some weird reason you always felt much safer when you were with Miles, like he’d be able to protect you if anything were to happen when the two of you were together.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Have you ever been in love before?”

Miles’ voice was quiet, nearly drowned out from the lively sounds of the city around you. You were surprised you even heard it.

You swallowed, and it took so much effort to form your lips around the simple word you answered with. “W-what?”

He cleared his throat as his posture straightened slightly. “Like, do you know what love is? Is what I mean...” He clarified quickly, mentally cursing himself for how badly he worded things, even if it’s what he meant. He didn’t even know if you felt the same.

You lifted your head from his shoulder, prompting his own to turn towards you, but you didn’t meet his eyes. You settled for toying with the sleeve of his jacket as your heart began to thrum a little faster.

Nibbling at the inside of your lip, you inhaled quietly before answering. “When they’re the first person your mind thinks of when you hear the word ‘love’. Or maybe when the thought of them gets you out of bed in the morning instead of your alarm clock. You know when you know, basically. That’s what I was taught, and I think it checks out.” you glanced over at him, and he felt like time stopped when your eyes locked.

“Do you?” you asked.

“H-Huh?” Miles was enthralled with how pretty you looked, and how your features were perfectly illuminated by the gentle glow of the city lights, so much so that he could hardly think straight.

Rolling your eyes and suppressing a giggle, you shook your head at him. “—Do you know what love is, dummy.”

“Not exactly— uh, I don’t think so, no.” Miles’ jaw tensed and his gaze met yours once more. The twinkle in your eyes temporarily dimming due to the fear of this all being in your head.

“Oh.” you murmured.

“But I think I know what it feels like.” He said softly.

“Really?”

Lips parting slightly for a shaky breath to pass, Miles nodded. “Positive.”

Your eyes fell down to his lips almost immediately, then lifted back up to see that his had done the same to yours.

“Well… What does it feel like?”

The question left your mouth long before you could’ve thought to stop it, yet regret was the last thing you felt. What you were feeling was something entirely different.

Your faces grew closer until your noses brushed against each others, a second spared as a chance for either of you to bail on what you both knew was bound to happen in a matter of time.

He leaned in and you let him— let your arms curl around his neck and his around your waist so your lips could meet faster. Let your lips move against each other’s because it felt right, because that’s what you knew love to be. Letting something happen because it felt right.

He felt right.

Miles pulled away, but barely, his breath warm against your lips. “Come to my parent’s party tomorrow?” He blurted.

Hands holding the back of his neck, you blinked yourself out of your daze, brows furrowed. “What?”

“My dad, they’re making him police captain. We’re celebrating tomorrow, here, and I want you to come.” Miles licked his lips. “Well I— I was gonna invite you anyway. But now I really want you to come. And I wanted you to come before this happened, obviously—“

“I’d love to.” You smiled, and let him pull you back into him the second you’d given your answer.

—

Miles remembered what it was like to be so head over heels in love with someone that it consumed him entirely. How it corrupted his days and fogged his mind with nothing but the thought of them, and he could feel himself slipping back into it again, but this time, with you. And if he were being honest, it kind of scared him, how quickly you’d claimed his heart.

But what he did know was that you liked him, and he liked you. He’ll admit, he didn’t expect his feelings for you to develop as fast as they did, for them to hit him as hard as they had. But he was past that now. Tomorrow was going to be special, and not just for his family, but for the two of you. He was finally going to take the leap he’d been too scared to make before tonight.

You were the perfect girl, that he was sure of. And who’d be dumb enough to not accept perfect when it was right in front of them?

He wanted this. He wanted you.

But any chance for another sensical thought was interrupted when the impossible happened.

‘Impossible’, being the multi-layered hexagonal portal that suddenly opened up on his ceiling, and the blonde-haired, gap-toothed girl he thought he’d never see again, appearing with it.

Bright and beaming down at him with a heart-halting grin, Miles felt his stomach drop as soon as she spoke.

“Miles!”

Shit.

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mamawasatesttube · 1 month

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an excerpt of tim car fic wip :)

“My goddamn luck,” Tim mutters. He made such a point of being ready to change his tires on the side of the road, and then his stupid jack gave out on him. This is so stupid.

He rocks back on his heels and kicks at the gravel and pebbles in the dirt. It’s hot as hell, and he’s stuck on the side of the road. He can get back in the car, but that won’t help with the tire situation.

He looks back down at the offending jack, scrunching up his face with displeasure, and—

“Ohhh, come on!”

There’s grass stains on his cargo shorts now, just to add insult to injury. Tim throws up his hands and stalks a few meters away, blows out a breath, and sets his hands on his hips as he stares across the pasture. That one cow is staring at him again.

Ugh. So he’s got two options. He can call roadside assistance—which he really doesn’t want to do—or he can just…

Yeah, there’s only one real option.

Tim stalks back to the Redbird, opens the passenger side door, and clambers in. It’s getting hot in here already, though it’s still blessedly cooler than outside; he wipes his sweaty hands on his shorts and grabs his phone.

Kon picks up on the second ring. “Helloooo, sunshine! How’s Gotham’s most irresistable little freaknugget doing this fine afternoon?”

Mood already lifting, Tim wrinkles his nose. “What did you just—? Don’t say that again.”

Kon’s laughter rings out, a bright, clear peal even through the phone. “Whatever you say, babycakes. What’s up?”

Tim can just picture him lounging indolently back in midair, tossing one leg over another and resting his cheek in his palm. It’s amazing what just the sound of Kon’s voice does for Tim’s temper.

“I’m having an… issue,” Tim says. Clears his throat. It’s a little embarrassing. “That I could, uh. Use some assistance with.”

Kon’s voice is sharper, more alert. “An issue? What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Tim hastily assures. “I just, uh. Well. I’ve run into a sort of… problem.”

“What do you mean, a problem?”

Tim’s face is hot. This is so stupid. “Um. A… scenario. Of the suboptimal variety.”

Kon exhales. “Rob, for the love of god. I’m gonna call you a freaknugget again if you don’t actually elaborate in the next ten seconds.”

Tim huffs. “Okay, don’t do that. Fine. I have, uh… I kind of have a flat tire.” This is mortifying. “And I know I said I expected that, with the experimental tires. But my dumb hydraulic jack has a leak. So I can’t fix it. So.”

A pause.

And then, to Tim’s indignation, Kon giggles.

“Oh my god, Tim, you had me worried for a second there!” Tim can hear his grin in his voice. “I’ll be there in just a sec, sweet cheeks. Sit tight and look pretty, okay?”

Tim rolls his eyes, but since it’s just a phone call, he doesn’t bother trying to mask his smile. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. …Thanks, Kon.”

“Anytime.” And then the line clicks off.

#rimi writes #kon deserves to call him strange and bizarre terms of endearment. bff rights include clowning on each other at all times #timkon #tim #kon

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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Eddie x bimbo reader where she’s needy with an oral fixation so every time she goes down on Eddie she overstimulates him ughhh I can imagine now “princess…’s too much”🫣😵‍💫

He’s already cum like three times and she’s still rubbing her tongue all over him bc she loves the taste sm.

And then it’s four and five. She gladly takes his seed down her throat, the vibration of her moans making him twitch in her mouth.

“Baby…gimme a sec,” he whines, putting his hands on her hallowed out cheeks and pulling her away from him.

“S’wrong Eds?” She pouts, licking up and down his shaft and swirling her tongue around the head.

He couldn’t imagine how her knees felt after what seemed like hours of kneeling there sucking his dick.

“Princess… too much. I need- I need a break.”

“Aw. M’sorry,” she whines, tilted her head to rest on his inner thigh as she bites her lip and blinks up at him.

“Ffuuuuck. Don’t look at me like that,” he groans, his legs starting to shake as he gets hard again.

“Like what?” She giggles, batting her lashes.

“You k-know what I mean.” He glares down at her, no real malice in his eyes. He can never seem to be mad with her, especially when she’s giving him those hungry eyes and practically begging for his cock.

She wasn’t even looking at his face anymore, eyes fixed on the leaking red tip of him. “Less tongue. Just stay still and I’ll let you put it back in ok?” He offers, pressing the head against her parted lips.

“Mmmph,” she mutters, already lost in the thought of having him in her mouth again.

Whooops that was filthy <3

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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Nevermore Grounds - Second Dates

Summary: R and Jenna go on their second date, Raven is a menace to society

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Language

A/N: As promised, here's part 2!

Part I

“Are you going to pay me overtime for picking up your slack this week, or are you gonna put your phone down and help me?”

“I’ll be there in a sec,” you wave Raven off from the couch.

“Your girlfriend can stand to wait five minutes,” Raven whines, glancing at the clock.

“She’s not my girlfriend Ray.”

“Ummm bro. I literally watched you hurdle an armchair and trip over your shoelaces trying to get to your phone yesterday.”

You shrug, “It could have been my utility collector. Bills are important, Raven.”

Raven rolls her eyes and throws a rag at you, “I mean this with all due respect as your friend, but be for real right now. You’ve been grinning at your phone like an absolute psychopath.”

You sigh and drop your phone, fixing your face. You definitely hadn’t been smiling at the message on your screen. Not even a little bit. The rag she’d thrown had fallen short, landing on the back of the couch. You stand and grab it, making your way to the bar to help her clean up for closing. She comes around the bar with the mop and starts to clean around you. You absently wipe down the bar top, eyeing the mop bucket warily, unwilling to chance getting close to it after its brutal attack on you a week ago.

Your phone vibrates on the table in front of the couch, and you pause, glancing over at it.

“Don’t you dare.” Raven says without looking up from her work.

You put your hands up in surrender, “I wasn’t going to!”

“Is she coming back to the shop any time soon?”

You take a deep breath and puff your cheeks out, exhaling heavily, “She’s pretty busy. I don’t even know if she leaves the set much.”

Raven stops her mopping and turns to you, resting her arms on the handle, “She works a lot y/n, like she might be a genuine workaholic.”

You make your way around the bar and begin stacking the dishwasher with mugs and plates, nodding along to Raven's voice.

“We have that in common.”

“What’re you gonna do when she goes back to LA?”

You wince and falter with the mug in your hands, “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Uh huh,” Raven nods and returns to mopping, “And I don’t think about marrying Harry Styles on a daily basis either.”

“It’s not that serious Ray,” you tell her, closing the dishwasher, “but it feels good, and I’m enjoying myself. Can that be enough for now?”

Your phone vibrates again, catching your attention. You ignore it, if only to avoid being chided again.

Raven shrugs, her back turned to you as she continues to cover the floor in suds, “Of course, it can. I just worry about you, is all.”

You stand up straight, a smile stretched across your face, “Awwwh, is this where we hug, and you tell me you love me and no one is good enough for me?”

She snorts and turns back toward you, walking the mop back to the bucket, “You wish, babe. As much as it pains me, I just don’t see what you see in the fairer sex.”

“Your loss,” you reply, popping the cash register open to close out for the day.

It had been a running joke between the two of you that you were secretly in love with each other after Raven’s ex accused you of turning her against him. Reality couldn’t be further from that. You loved her dearly, but she was your best friend and basically your sister at this point.

Your phone vibrates again, and you frown over at it. You and Jenna had been texting nonstop since your impromptu date a week ago, but it was rare she’d text you three times in a row without you responding. You throw the dish rag over your shoulder and look over at Raven. She’s busy dumping the water out of the mop bucket, so you think you’re clear to check the phone without being nagged. You tiptoe over to it and tap the screen, seeing Jenna’s name there. Just as you pick the phone up to unlock it, the bells at your front door chime.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” you say, not looking up from your phone.

“If you read your texts, you’d already be closed and changed.”

The smile that lights up your face would be embarrassing if you had the capacity to care. You turn, beaming, and the butterflies are back in your stomach, seeing Jenna leaning against the bar. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing her in your space. She’s stunning as usual, wearing a white collared shirt and red vest, a green tie popping out under it.

You eye her from your vantage point, and she smirks at you, “Are you going in that?” She gestures to your work clothes.

A confused frown replaces your smile. You look down at your black polo, then back to her, “Going where?”

She tilts her head at you, “We’re going on a date.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Oh.” You feel like an idiot, unable to come up with anything else to say.

She raises her eyebrows at you, trying to get you moving again, “So you’re ready then?”

Your brain is still trying to catch up, still processing how good she looks in a tie and the fact that she’s there at all. You shake your head from side to side slowly. Just then, Raven begins belting out the lyrics to Its All Coming Back to Me Now from the supply closet, and you slap your hand over your face. Jenna’s face turns from mildly impatient to absolutely amused, turning her head toward the closet. Raven reappears, still serenading what she believes is an empty coffee shop, and rounds the bar at the crescendo, her arms in the air.

“BABY BABY BABY WHEN YOU-oh shit!” She skids to a halt when she sees Jenna and stumbles backward.

“Did I interrupt something?” Jenna asks, trying hard not to laugh.

You watch as Raven cycles through emotions and settles on being a smartass. She grins, places one hand over her heart, and reaches the other out toward Jenna.

“When you touch me like this,” she spins around, “when you hold me like that,” takes a few steps toward Jenna, “it was gone with the wind, but it’s all coming back to me!”

You’re not sure if you should be mortified or rolling on the floor. When Jenna reaches out and takes Raven’s hand to spin under her arm, you decide laughing is the answer. Raven continues to butcher the song, but the sound of Jenna laughing and watching her dance with your idiot of a best friend makes it worth it. When they stop, she’s panting and laughing even harder. Raven walks over to you and punches your shoulder, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

“And that, is how you woo the ladies y/n. You should thank your lucky stars she’s not my type.”

You shove her playfully, then wrap your arm around her shoulders. Jenna is shaking her head at the two of you, still recovering from the laughing fit Raven had brought on.

She waves at you, “Seriously though, go get changed. We have reservations we have to get to.”

Raven perks up, “Oooh should I wear a dress?”

You pull her into a chokehold with your arm around her head, bending her over. You glance up at Jenna and shrug, then release Raven and shove her to the side. She laughs as she stumbles off to grab her things to head out for the night.

“Sorry about that one, I’ve been trying to house-train her for years, but she just never quite picked up on it.”

Jenna chuckles, “I like her. Almost as much as I like you. Be careful, she might move up a spot if we’re late.”

You hold up a finger, “Give me a minute, I’ll make you eat your words. Make yourself comfortable.”

You don’t wait to hear her reply and turn on your heel, ripping the door to the stairs open and bounding up them two at a time to go change. You choose a sheer green button up over a black bra and a pair of pleated khaki pants, evaluating yourself in the mirror. The Dr. Martens were a staple, and you decide it should be good enough to make Jenna reconsider her statement about Raven.

When you reenter the coffee shop, you’re proven correct. Jenna shoots out of the armchair the second she sees you, her eyes trailing over you. Even from the other side of the room, you can see the blush rise over her cheeks, and you smirk. Mission accomplished.

You open your arms out and spin, “Eh? Words tasting good yet?”

Jenna blinks a few times and gulps, “Okay, you’re right. I like you more than Raven.”

You hold out your arm for her to take, and she does, making your ego soar through the roof. If this continued, your head wouldn’t fit through doorways anymore you’d be so full of yourself. You escort Jenna out of the shop and lock the door behind you, following her to the waiting town car when you’re done. Phil is holding the door open, smiling like a proud dad when you both slide into the back seat. He closes it and sits up front, with Billy behind the wheel.

“So, where we headed?” You ask Jenna, turning to look out the window.

“It’s a surprise,” she says, resting her hand on your knee.

You freeze and slowly turn to look at her hand. Your heart is pounding so hard you’re worried she might hear it. Your eyes make their way from her fingertips all the way up to her eyes. The looks she’s giving you sends your already pounding heart into overdrive. If she couldn’t hear it before, she’d have to be deaf not to hear it now.

You gulp, “I don’t know if you can surprise me in my own city,” your voice is cracked and shaky like a teenage boy’s.

Jenna smirks, “We’ll see.”

——

When the car pulls into Hudson Yards, you already know where you’re headed. The Edge. You grant Jenna the win on this one. You’d never made the time to go up to the clear glass observation deck. You saw the building often and could see the crowds of people that were usually up there, overlooking the city, but this evening the deck was empty. You gaze up at the bottom of it when you climb out of the car, shading your eyes with your hand.

“I’ve never seen it empty before,” you mumble, more of a comment to yourself than to Jenna.

She slides her hand into yours, a satisfied smile on her face, and pulls you toward the entrance. “That’s not even the best part, come on.”

Her excitement is palpable and infectious. You can’t wipe the goofy smile from your face as you stumble along behind her. The elevator ride is like a ticking time bomb of nervous anticipation, you sneaking glances over at her and her catching you with a smirk. The bodyguards hadn’t ridden with you, but you write it off as a capacity issue.

You expect a line when the elevator doors open, but the lobby is abandoned. You blink hard a few times, unable to believe the place is empty. Nowhere in the city is ever empty. There are always people rushing by, tourists in the way, and kids running and screaming. But the only thing you can hear is Jenna’s heels on the marble floors and La Vie En Rose tinkling through the speakers in the room. You stop and turn to Jenna, absolutely in awe.

“You closed the place down.”

“For a few hours,” she shrugs and tries to keep walking, but you grab her by the elbow and pull her back.

“You closed the edge. For a date. With me?”

Her brow creases in confusion, “Do you not like heights? I should have asked-“

You cut her off and pull her into your arms, kissing her. She melts into it almost immediately, her smile making it hard to keep kissing her.

“This is incredible, Jenna,” you say, leaning back.

“You haven’t even seen the best part yet,” she pulls herself from your grip and retakes your hand.

You follow along behind her, your brain fuzzy and warm. You think just being with her is the best part. The car ride over could have been the whole date, and you would have been thrilled. But this girl went all the way and rented out the entire observation deck for a date. You couldn’t believe your luck. As she pulls you outside onto the empty deck, you can see a small table set up in the middle of the clear triangle floor. Your jaw drops. There’s a bucket with champagne and two flutes waiting for you. Jenna pulls the chair out, motioning for you to sit down, then sits in her own chair across from you.

You look down between your feet, and you can see the city below you, busy and bustling as usual, ignorant to the fact that you were having your mind blown. A loud pop catches your attention, and you look up to see Jenna with a cork in one hand, a fizzing bottle in the other. She pours you a glass and takes one for herself.

You take a sip, point at her, “You know damn well I can’t top this date.”

She shrugs, “It’s not a competition. Your date was amazing, and you did that with zero effort. I figured the least I could do was show you something you’d never seen in a city full of things you know so well.”

You grin over your glass, “Raven.”

She laughs and nods, “Raven was a great help.”

A waiter comes out to the deck, and you can't help but be impressed. She really went all out. He takes your orders and heads back inside, leaving you alone to admire the view. The sun was beginning to set, washing the city in a warm orange glow. It was a place you knew like the back of your hand, but you’d never seen it like this. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t more than a backdrop because you were focused on her. The way she drank her champagne, how she tucked her hair behind her ears, bit her lip, how her mouth moved when she talked. You were in a trance, engrossed in everything about her.

“So filming wraps soon,” Jenna says between bites of food, eyeing you for a reaction.

You grimace at the topic, afraid of what it means for you. “How do you feel about it?”

“I’m happy to get a break, even if it’s a short one. But it means I have to go back to LA.”

You nod, staring at your plate, “Jet setting already huh?”

She sighs, “That’s my life. But I do have some good news.”

You look up, intrigued, “oh?”

“I got an apartment.”

You frown, “Don’t you have a house?”

“I got an apartment here, in Manhattan.”

You drop your fork halfway to your mouth, the clattering on the plate making you wince. She raises an eyebrow at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

“So you’re staying in New York?”

She screws up her mouth, frowning at her own plate, “No. Not right now. I have too much work. But I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“You want to talk to me about work?” You leave your fork on your plate, you’re afraid if you pick it up, she’ll say something to make you drop it again.

She laughs and shakes her head no, “I want to talk to you about this,” she gestures between the two of you, “and how to make it work. Because I really like you, and I’d like to keep doing this.”

You’re grateful you’d left the fork because you probably would have choked on it hearing those words. The most perfect words coming from her.

“I’d like to keep doing you too,” you say, and immediately want to catch the words in the air as they left your mouth, “THIS. I mean this. I want to keep doing this. Shit, I’m going to stop talking now.”

Jenna snorts, nearly shooting champagne through her nose. She covers her mouth and nose with one hand, gulping and coughing. Tears are forming in her eyes as her coughing turns into laughter, and it’s contagious. Before you know it, you’re both howling, the sound carrying out over the balcony and fading off in the sunset.

“Please,” Jenna says between breaths, “please go on.”

“My mouth cannot be trusted.” You say, your eyes watering, giggles still shaking you.

Jenna snorts again, and you decide you’re willing to make an absolute fool of yourself as long as it makes her laugh like this. You sit back and grin like a fool, watching her compose herself. The waiter clears your plates, smiling politely and reminding you of your limited time. When he leaves the table and you’ve both finally regained a scrap of composure, you return to the conversation.

“What I was trying to say,” you say, a small laugh slipping by your lips, “is that I would like to keep doing this with you. So, tell me what that looks like.”

Jenna leans back in her chair, scratching her chin, “Well I work a lot.”

“I do too.” You interject.

She nods, “We work a lot. So time is going to be a thing for us I think.”

You shrug and sip another glass of champagne, your body warm as it bubbles in your throat. “So we make the best of it when we have it.”

“And then there’s the issue of location.”

You don’t have an answer for this, so you stay quiet, hoping she offers a solution. After a beat, she perks up, her eyes bright.

“Have you thought about expanding?”

“Oh I don’t know, I think I like my size just fine.” You shoot back, unable to help yourself.

She rolls her eyes, “You know what I mean. Your shop would do well in LA.”

You tap your ring against your glass, milling the idea over. You hadn’t considered it, because you’d never even thought about leaving Brooklyn. It was your home, and your favorite place in the world.

“I mean, I’ve never thought about it. If I did open in LA, I wouldn’t stay there. I love New York.”

“Oh no,” she shakes her head and holds a hand out at you, “no I didn’t mean for you to move there. Only that if you had a shop there, you could, you know, visit. For extended amounts of time.”

You set your glass on the table and lean forward, “Ms. Ortega, are you growing attached?”

She waves her hand at you, brushing you off, “Don’t be so smug. I like your company.”

“Then I’ll consider it.”

“You will?”

“Are you surprised?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

You shake your head at her, making her frown. She had no idea that if she asked you to jump off this building at this very moment, you’d consider it. You would not do it. But for a second, you’d consider it. You’re not going to tell her that though, because that is an insane idea for someone you’d only known for two weeks. But already, she’s beginning to feel like home. You feel at ease around her, a feeling few people have you. And you very much enjoy kissing her, so that’s a spur in your ribs as well. If Raven could see you now, she’d probably slap you upside the head. But Raven isn’t here, and Jenna’s eyes are wide and hopeful, and you’re considering jumping off a building she hadn’t asked you to jump off of.

She stands and holds out her hand to you, helping you out of your chair. The champagne has gone to your head, making you feel as bubbly and as golden as the liquid itself.

“Let’s get you home before Raven tries to hunt me down.”

——

Jenna comes into the shop every evening of the last week she’s in the city. Raven comes in on her off days to crash your little dates in the corner, but neither of you minds. You’re glad Raven likes her, or you may have to second-guess your commitment to this new relationship. Your latte art gets dramatically better with you prepping Jenna’s drinks every day, and the smile or laugh you earn from them makes the hours toiling away over practicing them worth it. The day Jenna leaves is harder than you expect. You’ve grown comfortable in your new routine. She promises she’ll be back to visit as soon as she can, kisses you briefly, and then she’s gone.

The day after she’s gone, you’re pouting on the couch. You hate to admit that you miss the sound of her laugh or seeing her speed reading your favorite books in front of the fire. Even Raven is a little less perky, eyeing the table where Billy and Phil always sat.

When the shop empties, she comes to the couch and sits next to you, resting her head on your shoulder. “It’s kinda lame without her here now, huh?”

You lean your head over to rest on hers and sigh, “I’ll never admit that.”

Raven wraps her arm around your waist and squeezes you, “That’s okay. We’ll get back to normal.”

The bell at your front door chimes, and without looking up, you both say, “Sorry, we’re closed.”

The person clears their throat, and you can hear heavy footsteps approaching you. Raven sits up, and you both turn to look at the stranger. It’s a heavyset man in a suit two times too big for him, sweat beading at his balding head. He smiles warmly at you and offers his hand to shake. You get off the couch and take his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Earl.”

You shake his hand, clammy in yours, “Uh, nice to meet you, Earl. I hate to do this to ya, but the coffee is all put up.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Oh no, I’m here on business.”

You tilt your head, frowning, “What kind of business?”

He points at the armchair to the left of the couch, “May I?”

You glance at the chair. It’s the one Jenna curled up in the first night she was there. As much as you want that image to remain, you nod and gesture toward it, “Of course.”

He settles into the chair and pulls a folder from his satchel, laying it on the coffee table. His polka dot tie and comfortable demeanor are oddly heartwarming, and you settle into the couch across from him, curious about why he’s there. He pulls a sheet of paper from the folder and lays it on the table before looking back up at you.

“I’m here to help you with your expansion if you want it. But before we talk business,” he pats his coat and pulls an envelope from an inner pocket, “I’m supposed to give this to you.”

You reach out and take the envelope, turning your head to Raven. Her confusion mirrors your own, and she shrugs. You look down and open it. There are two plane tickets tucked inside a letter.

“Read the letter first,” Earl tells you, pushing his glasses up his nose.

You unfold it, perfectly neat handwriting covers the page. Your eyes scan the paper, and a grin breaks out across your face.

“What’s it say?” Raven asks, reaching for it.

You hold it out of her reach, “It’s from Jenna.”

“Oh now I HAVE to see it.” Raven snatches it from you and stands up, rounding the couch to escape your retaliation.

She gasps, “We’re expanding to LA?”

“It looks that way.” You grin at her, your arm on the back of the couch.

Raven's eyes are wide as she finishes the letter. When she’s done, she neatly folds it, sits back on the couch, and hands it over to you.

“Y/n. I think I’m in love with your girlfriend.”

You shove her shoulder with yours, “Too bad I don’t like to share.”

Earl is patiently waiting, his hands resting on his knees and a polite smile on his rosy cheeks, “So, would you like me to stay to go over the details with you then?”

“Uh, duh!” Raven barks before you can answer.

You elbow her in the ribs and look back to Earl, “I’m sorry for her. She’s not house trained. Yes, sir, let’s talk.”

——

Earl had given you all the details you needed about your potential new space in Hollywood, going over the finances and location and your original business plan. After a few hours, he bid his goodbye, and everything was set in motion. The two plane tickets were for you and Raven to travel out to LA in a week to check out the new location, sort out the final details and begin your planning. You set up a schedule for your employees to cover the shop while you’re out.

Raven is so excited she’s nearly unbearable, babbling about Hollywood and the beach and celebrities she was going to force Jenna to introduce her to. The week went by in a blur, and before you knew it, your bags were packed, and you were climbing into an Uber on your way to the airport. JFK is a nightmare, as always, but you make your way through security and onto the plane after a few hours. Over the six-hour flight, Raven keeps you more entertained than the screen in the back of your seat. She’s inhaled as many bread rolls as the flight attendants would allow and finally passed out on your shoulder.

When the plane lands, you expect to find a chauffeur holding a card with your name on it. You drag Raven behind you, searching for the names on the signs, but you’re at a loss. Until you see a lumbering frame a few yards away and a bald head, you’d recognize anywhere. Raven spots him at the same time as you and squeals.

“Billy!” She yells, jumping up and waving her arms.

You laugh, watching him smile in genuine amusement at her. He comes over and wraps her in a hug, patting you on top of the head with his free hand.

“Ladies, if you’ll follow me, your car is waiting.”

You make your way through the labyrinth of an airport, following Billy through signs that mark the parking area as private. The crowds thin as access is restricted, and he finally leads you out into the warm California sunshine. You round the corner, and you can see Jenna, her arms crossed, leaning against the car. She pushes herself off with a smile when she sees you and hugs Raven first. When she’s released from her death grip, she turns to you, her eyes bright and excited.

“Y/n, how do you handle the sun?”

You pull her into a hug without answering, only pulling back from her to give her a quick kiss. “With a mountain of sunblock.”

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My Escape

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: The one time Matt is her escape in a loud situation, and she's his when he has a rough night as Daredevil.

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Warnings: anxiety symptoms described, gunshot sound

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Matt Murdock could take a beating—he could threaten a criminal over the edge of a roof without remorse and he could speak threats like they were prayers. One thing he couldn’t take? If she was feeling uncomfortable in any situation, in any way.

Matt was sitting across from her at Josie’s—they hadn’t reached that point in their relationship where there was a label and for that matter, if one saved the other one a seat at the table at Josie’s—and he was waiting for a moment to ask her if everything was okay. Foggy and Karen were playfully arguing about who should play winner at the pool table. Marci was taking a work call. But her?

She was anxiously drawing circles on the condensation of her beer bottle. She was looking around the bar, for nothing in particular, but for a sense of safety. She doesn’t need to worry about that, Matt thinks to himself. I’m here. Her knee was tapping at an incredible speed against her seat. No one else could feel it, but Matt could feel the vibrations through the floor up to his chair. Her heart was beating so fast it sounded like a loud thumping to Matt’s ears. She looked around again, biting her lip, flinching when she heard a group of men shout over at the TV.

Having enough of the environment, she excused herself from the table.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, barely at a volume anyone could hear her. Foggy and Karen didn’t acknowledge her exit and Marci stayed on the phone. Matt cocked his head to listen to where she was going—the bathroom.

She’d have to walk past a large group of bikers, ignoring their ogling glances and pushing past their rough leather jackets. Excuse me, Matt heard her politely say. His grip on his beer bottle tightened as he heard what some of them said under their breath. Immediately, Matt got out of his seat to follow her to the bathroom to make sure she was safe.

She closed the door behind her and stood back against it, eyes closed.

“Breathe,” she whispered to herself. She took a few deep breaths and felt her heart palpitating in her chest. Suddenly, she felt hot in her clothes and for moment thought she was going to pass out. Did I hydrate enough today? She placed a hand over her heart to calm herself down. You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re fine. Your friends are right outside.

“I shouldn’t have come,” Matt heard her whisper to herself. He was standing a few feet from the door, holding his cane in his hands, waiting for her.

After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and fixed her hair—the only thing she felt in control of.

When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Matt waiting for her.

“Matt,” she was startled. Relief washed over her like cold water, and suddenly she felt like she had come back down to reality.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, offering a smile. “You want to step outside for a sec?”

“I’d love that,” she breathed out.

It was much cooler outside than the dingy inside of the bar. The loud noises that came from the biker gang and other drunkards were nothing but muffled sounds as the door closed. Only the sounds of the city at night filled the space between them. Matt let her take a moment to herself as she leaned against the brick wall of the building and closed her eyes. He stood right next to her so his left shoulder was touching her right. He played with his cane in his hands, wondering when the right moment to speak would come. The last time it was the two of them, his hands had gotten lost in the tangles of her hair as they shared their first kiss. She had been so relaxed and carefree. Now, she was anxious and quiet. He wanted to show her that he could be the one she stole kisses from and the one who would be there for her when she wasn’t feeling herself.

Instead, Matt didn’t say anything. Maybe that’s exactly what she needed. He moved his cane to rest against the wall and gently trailed his fingers around her wrist until his hand was completely holding hers. She accepted it with gratitude, melting into his touch.

“Thank you,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. Matt wanted to hide the smile on his face, but he couldn’t. Her head fit perfectly on his shoulder.

“I had a feeling something was wrong,” he mumbled. “Thought you could use a break from inside.”

“I just get overwhelmed,” she sighed. “Too much noise for my brain to comprehend all at once. And then I feel unsafe and like I’m going to pass out. Do you ever feel overwhelmed?”

Matt chuckled in irony—did he ever. She didn’t know about his heightened senses, but he could relate to her in so many ways. He’s learned to turn off certain sounds but sometimes, and especially at night, he could never have a completely quiet night.

“Yes,” was all he said. “I do. All the time.”

“Well,” she picked up her head, the warmth immediately disappearing from Matt’s shoulder. “If you ever get overwhelmed, don’t be afraid to come to me to escape.”

Matt doesn’t reply with words—instead, he places a kiss on her forehead. As long as she was his escape, he’d gladly be hers.

****

Matt hated guns.

He really hated guns.

Once a shot rang, the sound bounced against the walls and reverberated in his ears, throwing his whole balance off. Normally, he could shake it off, but tonight, the sound stayed. It stayed longer than when he left the alley it went off in. It stayed longer than it took to apprehend the gang member and throw him on the steps of the 15th Precinct. Now, as Matt patrolled the streets of Hell’s Kitchen in his Daredevil gear, he couldn’t control how loud the noises were in his ears.

Everything sounded sharp—high pitched in his ears, the kind that happened after attending a loud concert, the kind that stayed around for hours. Unfortunately for his case, it was ten times worse than the normal sound. Because his hearing was tuned up, it confused him when he smelt the different scents of the city—and believe him when he says they are the worst. Pungent garbage filled his nose, slick bitter pavement, rusting metal he can taste in the air.

It was hard to find his way to her apartment. Now that she knew his secret, she told him her apartment was his for free reign if he ever needed her. He tried not to burden her with his problems as Daredevil—knowing his secret was enough of a burden—so he saved his tickets to go to her apartment when he was desperately in need of her touch. Like he was tonight.

It was past midnight. He landed on her fire escape and tried his best to hear what she was doing through the windows of her apartment—dammit, the noises of the city were still too loud. He could barely hear anything coming from her apartment. Was she sleeping? Was she awake? He didn’t know, couldn’t tell. Suddenly, his cowl and mask felt too tight around his head, like it was squeezing him until he burst. Matt grunted in frustration as he placed his hands on his helmet.

“Hey, hey,” the sound of a sliding window filled his ears. Matt flinched from the noise but immediately relaxed when he realized it was her, awake. “Come in.”

She reached for him to grab her hands, and when she saw him struggle to find her touch, she knew it had been a rough night for him as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Her city’s protector. Her savior. She leaned out the window more and took hold of his strong hands, which now felt so delicate and weak in hers. She helped him step inside, careful not to knock her potted plants over.

Matt let her guide him to her soft velvet couch. He was too weak and distraught from the gunshot to be able to guide himself. She gently lowered him to sit down, still holding his hands. She placed them in her lap and caressed his calloused, bruised knuckles. She winced at the sight of how purple and red they were, but continued to caress them. She had to be the stronger one now.

“Rough night?” She whispered.

“Yeah,” he breathed weakly. “Someone—had a gun,” he uttered, still hearing things all too loudly. She knew how much he hated guns—his sensitive hearing would be affected for hours. She couldn’t imagine the pain he was dealing with now, much worse than the bruises she saw on his hands.

His face was still beneath the red mask, only his nose and mouth visible. It was probably even worse to be constricted in his suit like this.

“Let’s get you out of this,” she hushed, knowing even the sound of her voice could make his sense feel worse. She slowly lifted his mask with her thumbs and popped it gently off his face. He looked dazed, now that his senseless eyes were visible. His hair was disheveled from the mask. She brushed her fingers through his chocolate brown locks and he closed his eyes.

“Shh,” she whispered. “Listen to me. Listen to my voice. Listen to my heart.”

Matt closed his eyes, using all his might to focus his hearing on hers. His ears were still ringing, but soon, after much concentration on the sound of her voice and steady heartbeat, the ringing finally began to fade. His senses went from feeling like a circus to a calm, still river. It was so quiet, that he could even hear his own breathing. And the smells… the smells of the city faded as her scent of lilies and marshmallows filled his nose in the most pleasant way. Everything was now overwhelmingly her.

She placed her forehead against his, the tips of their noses touching. She kept her hand on the back of his head and caressed his neck.

“Breathe with me,” she whispered. “Breathe with me.”

“I am,” Matt was finally able to hear his own voice, the sound of the gunshot ringing completely gone.

“You’re here with me,” she murmured, her lips brushing over his as she spoke. Matt nodded, foreheads still touching. Now that he was touching her, her entire being was encapsulating his senses. His world became her. His reality became her. An escape he never wanted to come back from.

“What do you hear?” She asked gently, nudging her nose on his cheek.

“You,” he breathed. “Just you.”

“Feel better?” She asked when she noticed his breathing had slowed down. He nodded.

“Yes,” he said softly. “Thank you.”

She kissed him in response, letting her lips linger on his. They tasted salty from his sweat, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care what state he was in—she’d always kiss him. Soon, she asked if he wanted to spend the night with her in her apartment. Matt never agreed to anything faster. After a few moments on the couch, trading touches and chasing kisses, they went to her bedroom, where Matt truly understood what it meant she said they could be each other’s escape.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil #daredevil x reader #request #anon request #my escape #charlie cox

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the-floral-perspective · 10 months

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Spiritually Aligned | Eyeless Jack

Including: established relationship, breeding, slight daddy kink, praise, ddlg??, very very dirty talk, slight plot, quiet play (barely)

x Fem! Reader

Saturdays at the mansion were lazy. Everyone had the weekend to do whatever the hell they wanted to. Today, Saturday, you and your boyfriend, Jack, were cuddling in your shared bedroom.

You two were watching some bullshit romcom, both bored and not really caring what was on the tv.

“I have to go pee, I’ll be back in a sec,” Jack lifted himself from on top of you, letting you stare at his veiny grey arms and forming ideas.

“Ok, don’t be long, you’re my only heat source,” you joked tiredly, mind long gone.

While Jack was gone, a sex scene started playing from the tv. Granted, it wasn’t that good, but still made you imagine about the real thing. The better thing.

I should be quick, you thought, looking at your dresser drawer that held your vibrator. Secretly, you wanted Jack to find you and fix your problem. Not like he’d know that.

While you were going to town on yourself, Jack was downstairs talking with Ben and trying to bargain weed from him unsuccessfully when he started to smell a sweet tangy scent. Mm.

He knew the scent well, it was you. Jack excused himself and started up to your room, getting to the door and hearing your quiet whimpers.

“Fuck, jack!” You muttered under your breath arching your back.

Jack opened the door and leaned on his side, watching you silently. You finally opened your eyes and almost screamed if he hadn’t blocked your mouth. (He did close the door behind him)

“You can continue, yknow? I don’t mind,” Jack muttered, staring deep into your eyes.

Your already watering eyes watered even more, “no, I want you to help me…”

Jack chuckled, “is that so? God, you’re so pretty,” he brushed your cheeks with his hand. “I’ll help you, pretty girl. Just try and stay nice n’ quiet for me.”

You nodded eagerly as Jack took the vibrator off from your wet cunt. Whining at the loss of contact, but your limbs kept jolting and tensing.

Jack tutted sarcastically, “so wet I could basically just fuck you right here, no foreplay, right?”

He was asking if you wanted to be eaten and fingered, but you didn’t, the vibrator already did the job. Honestly, Jack was already desperate too, so he didn’t need it either. You shook your head no.

Jack nodded and spread your legs, lightly fucking into you and angling your hips upward to hurt you less.

“Fuck, before I get too into this… can I breed you? Holy shit, I don’t ever want to leave this cunt.”

“Please, oh my god. Don’t leave my pussy, please start going!” You demanded.

Jack, out of nowhere, broke and started hammering into you happily, leaving you to be fucked out and aching already. You were determined though, to get fucked awhile. Jack had an endless libido, you could fuck him forever if you were truly desperate.

He abused your G-spot endlessly and brought the vibrator back for your clit, making things so much better for the two of you. Clearly, jacks warning of silence meant nothing to either of you.

“God I’m going to breed this pretty pussy of yours, babe. Don’t you wanna become a mommy? A pretty mom you’d be huh? All swollen and taut all for me and me only, god this pussy is mine…” Jack continuously moaned and blabbered.

“I’m gonna fuck you and fill you how you deserve it. God, you’re gonna be sore for weeks… shit, I think I’m gonna cum…” Jack moaned and twitched into you.

You moaned throughout all his words, getting more turned on and desperate as the moment continued. Your clit sore from the vibrator and you home abused by jacks large veiny dick. You felt like you could fuck Jack forever and then some. Then you came, squeezing onto Jack.

He came afterwards, but didn’t stop whatsoever. Jack pressed the vibrator even harder against your clit, not giving you a break from his relentless sexual torture. God you loved night like these.

You couldn’t stop tensing, feeling ultra sensitive everywhere and undeniably horny. If you stopped you’d cry but if you didn’t stop you’d cry. You felt like you were in heaving and hell all at once. Goddamn.

“Oh? You think I’m done huh? No, we have so much more coming,” Jack smirked down at you.

Truthfully, you would never be able to get pregnant with jack, or anyone’s baby. You were a spirit and Jack is a demons. Spirit-demon hybrids are impossible to mix, but it was fun to pretend sometimes. Granted, neither of you want children.

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #ben drowned #dr smiley #eyeless jack #homicidal liu #jeff the killer #puppeteer #ticci toby #ticci toby smut #jeff the killer smut #dr smiley smut #jason the toymaker smut #homicidal liu smut #masky smut #eyeless jack smut #laughing jack smut #ben drowned smut

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chrisevansonly · 6 months

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idt theres a pierre blub and i want to show some love if u dont mind? pierre gasly x reader where reader makes him stuff like flower crowns and paper rings? ty 💓

aww my first little pierre blurb, i’m dedicating this to all my pierre girlies 🫶🏻

by now the pile of little flower crows and colourful twine rings were growing on the living room coffee table in your home, pierre, your ever loving boyfriend playing model as you worked away on these crafts for your girls weekend coming up.

“pierre, can you please try this one on too?”

“combien de temps encore mon amour” he replied, a slight hint of annoyance in his tone but you knew he didn’t mean it

“a few more please? then i’ll leave you alone..i promise”

pierre knew you never asked much of him, so really he was more than happy to sit here with you and let you place as many flower crows on his head as you wanted

“i’ll sit here for however long you want baby, i’m just messing around”

“really you sure you don’t mind?”

he nods leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips

“i don’t”

“okay, thank you lovie…i promise it’s just this last one”

you carefully took the soft daisy crown in your hands before raising it to his head, smiling when it fit him perfectly

“one sec stay there..”

he was about to ask what you were doing but when you took your phone out to snap a picture, he didn’t need too. pierre was sure to indulge you, making funny faces as you giggled, knowing you’d keep this pictures of him forever

“so do i get to keep any of these or was i just a model today”

you nodded, fixing the daisies on his head

“yes, this one is yours, for um well putting up with my crafting for almost 3 hours”

he laughs stretching his arms dramatically as if he’d been sitting for days

“i love it, thank you…im finally free”

“hey!”

smacking his chest lightly he couldn’t hold back a laugh as he pulled you down to the floor with him

“tu aimais m'aider, ne mens pas”

“oui, parce que c'est pour toi...en plus maintenant tu peux venir jouer au padel avec moi!”

pierre continued to laugh as you groaned, knowing padel was not your favourite sport to play, but for him, you’d endure hitting the ball back and forth over a little net, until you’d give up taking your place with alexandra on the bench to watch charles and pierre battle it out

in his eyes, it was a win-win situation.

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thetriumphantpanda · 10 months

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i am absolutely BEGGING you for javi p bath or shower sec PLEASE

Meg, you ask and you shall receive. Javi P, bath sex, I gotchu girl. Thank you for blessing me with this request. Literally flew out of my fingers faster than lightening.

Pairing | Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 1.6k

Warnings | Explicit. 18+, Minors DNI. Bath sex, lots of Peña dirty talk, unprotected PiV sex and a bonus creampie because I felt nice.

Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - I’m accepting requests through July 15th.

The warm water of the bath is a godsend after the day you’ve had. As soon as you slipped your body into the water, scented as always with lavender oil and some bubbles, you felt the tension dissipate from your shoulders. When you sink down further, letting the water cover most of your body, except for the toe poking out at the end of the tub, you can see the pink skin of your feet. Javi would tell me this water is too hot, you think. Then you hear the key in the lock and the front door opening. Speak of the devil.

“Querida?”

“In here!” You call out, hearing his footsteps echo down the hallway until he’s pushing open the bathroom door and peering inside.

“Long day?” He asks, knowing the only time you ever take a bath is when you’ve had just that.

“The longest.” You give him a relaxed smile as he steps further into the bathroom, “How about you?”

“Nothing a glass of whiskey and a kiss won’t fix,” He’s smirking, placing his hands on the side of the bath to lean down and take the latter from you, “You want one?”

“Another kiss or a whiskey?” You chuckle.

“Either?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’ll take the whiskey then.” You wink, to which he dips his hand in the bath water, letting most of it drip off, before flicking the excess at your face.

He’s back moments later with two tumblers filled with ice and a healthy pour of whiskey in each. He hands one to you which you take gladly, enjoying how the ice-cold liquid slides down your throat, a complete juxtaposition to the steaming bathwater you’re sitting in.

Javi sets his glass on the side by the sink, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, before he’s retrieving the drink to sit on the floor, one arm resting on the lip of the tub, facing towards you, “Cheers.” You clink your drinks together.

“You’re going to ruin your back sitting like that,” You observe, pointing to the shrimp position he’s currently sitting in, with nothing to rest his back on, “Why don’t you just get in with me?”

He takes his drink in his other hand, dipping his fingers into the water, “And melt my skin off?” He chuckles, “No thank you, querida.”

“Stop being a big baby,” You tease, taking his wrist in a firm grip, “And get in the tub with me.”

In the months you’ve been together, Javier Peña has learnt which battles to fight and which to let go, and this is one of them. He stands, quickly shedding his shirt, before making quick work of the rest of his clothes. You can’t help but let your eyes wander down his powerful thighs, the ones you loved planting yourself on when you rode him. When he turns around to move his drink, there is no other thing for you to do than stare at his ass, round and inviting, just asking you to reach out and grip your fingers into the globes of his perfect behind.

“You enjoying the show?” He catches you staring as he turns around, the sight of his ass now replaced, albeit very quickly before he’s moving to get in the tub behind you, with his perfectly thick cock, already starting to harden just by looking at you in the water.

“I always do.” You smile, sitting up and shifting down a little so he can stand behind you and lower himself into the water.

“Fucking hell, hermosa, this is hotter than the sun,” Once he’s finally settled, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to drag you to lie back against his chest, “It doesn’t need to be a thousand degrees to get you clean.”

“The purpose of a bath is never to get clean, Javi,” You sigh, letting your eyes close as the back of your head rests in the crook between his neck and shoulder, “It’s to relax.”

“Relax, you say?” He growls into your ear, nuzzling his nose in the soft skin behind it, “You need me to help you relax, hermosa?”

His hands are already finding your tits, palming them in his hands, taking each of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolling them into stiff peaks. You let a sigh out as you relax more into his body, feeling his stiffening cock at the small of your back. You can’t help yourself; you shuffle back a little, enjoying the small, strangled sound that catches in his throat.

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” He chuckles, keeping one hand firmly gripping one of your tits, whilst the other dips down your body, under the waterline, and straight between your legs, “Lucky for you, I’m not in the mood to tease tonight.”

He’s right, because almost immediately he’s plunging his fingers through your folds, taking just a few seconds to rub his finger over your clit, your back arching, pushing your pussy further onto his hand, before his fingers are dipping lower until they’re buried inside your aching cunt as far as they’ll go.

“God, always so fucking ready for me,” He praises into your ear, “You been thinking about me, hermosa?” He teases then, “Only reason I can think that you’d be so fucking soaked for me already.”

His hand is placed just so that he can curl those wonderous fingers up inside you whilst the pad of his thumb is precise on your clit. All you can do is clench your eyes closed so tightly tears are forming, choked gasps falling from your mouth as you do, “Asked you a question, bonita, you going to answer me?”

“Fuck- yes, yes Javi, think about you all the time.”

“Yeah, I know you do,” You can feel his lips tilt into a smirk as he’s kissing across one of your shoulders, “Fuck you so well you can only think of me.”

You open your legs even further than they already are, trying to chase the high that Javi is currently hurtling you towards. His deep voice in your ear, his mouth nipping tiny little marks along your shoulder, his fingers deep into your pussy and the flat of his thumb rubbing those perfect circles across your bundle of nerves, they all combine in ecstasy and pleasure bursts through your belly, coursing through every vein to settle on every nerve ending you’ve got. You’re crying out his name and the shuddering aftershocks has the water tipping over the edge and onto the floor. You don’t have a care in the world, not as long as the man settled behind you, rock hard cock resting on your lower back continues spewing filth in Spanish into your ear.

“Such a good girl for me,” He whispers, “Feel how hard you make me?” He’s asking as you try to catch your breath, he’s bucking his hips into you to prove his point.

“Fuck, Javi,” You sigh when you finally have enough mental capacity to think about, “I need you inside me.”

“Turn around and sit on my cock then.”

He’s using the flat of one of his palms on your spine to push you forward, helping to maneuver you so you’re facing him. You thank whoever lived in the house before you for choosing such a large tub, because you can settle yourself perfectly on his lap, the tip of his cock nudging at the slick entrance of your pussy. Before you sink down onto him, you take a moment to look at him. His skin is flushed from the heat of the bath, beads of sweat already gathering at his temples. Then there’s his hair, mused and untidy from his long day, you can’t help but take your wet hands, slicking them through his curls. He is quite possibly the most beautiful man you ever laid eyes on.

His wide palms are hitting at your hips, slowly moving you down to sink onto his cock. You throw your head back as he fills you, always so deliciously, letting his name fall from your lips as you start grinding your hips into him. You can hear the water sloshing around you, some of it splashing over the sides and onto the floor, but when Javi is wrapping one of his arms around the small of your back, still using his other hand to guide your hip in the movement that he likes, you couldn’t care less. He’s tilting his head forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it gently between teeth before he’s sucking and running his tongue over it to soothe.

“Always look so good like this,” He moans into the skin of your chest, “Bouncing on my cock.”

“Want you to come for me Javi,” You cry out, “Come inside me.”

You feel him growl at your chest before he’s pulling away, leaning back in the tub, stilling your hips so you’re not the one moving. Then, he’s fucking himself up into you, a bruising pace that has your moans echoing in the tiny bathroom. You can feel his fingers gripping at your hips, knowing that there would be bruises there come the morning. His moans are falling from his lips quickly now and you watch from your perfect vantage point as he comes undone inside of you. His face is practically angelic, his mouth tipped open, strangled cries leaving it, with his eyes shut as he paints the walls of your pussy with his cum.

He lets you go, catching you just before you can fully collapse on his chest, both silent save for the heaving of your chests as you try and fill your lungs with air again. You peer over the edge of the bath, wincing at the amount of water pooling on the floor, “Made a bit of a mess, Peña.” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Thought that was the whole point?” He asks, “Bath’s aren’t meant for getting clean.”

#javier peña smut #javier peña #javier Peña fic #javier Peña fanfic #Javier Peña fanfiction #Narcos #Pedro Pascal #Javier Peña x you #javier Peña x reader #Javier Peña x female reader #javier peña x f!reader #PSSC

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coolprettyleo · 4 days

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my soul has changed? - will smith au

wc: 1.4k

tw: depression, suggestion of an ED, awkwardness? mean girl.

will smith x oc celebrini sister!

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april celebrini was in a point of her life where everything felt still. she was pretty sure she was suffering from depression and it was a cycle she didn't know how to get out of.

she would wake up, go to school, go to work, and then sleep. she was lucky if she fitted a meal in between that meant she had lost tons of weight.

she had been a pretty healthy teen, she played hockey up until high school alongside her brothers; but when the time came to play college hockey, she got no offers. contributing to her depression.

it was a sport she held so much love and dedication, she couldn't understand why she hadn't been good enough? I mean her brothers were good enough, they got college offers. macklin was even projected to go first overall, so why couldn't she?

those were thoughts that were constantly haunting her mind. if she found something to forget them they would flood back in, like if they wanted her to be a lifeless doll she had been feeling like.

her family had been really worried for her. she had finally seen her brothers after a year, at the NCCAA playoffs and it only caused them to worry more.

flashbacks

april knew that macklin and aiden were gonna bombard her with questions as soon as they were alone. they could hardly recognize her. growing up she was always a smiling person with a big personality and now she was about forty pounds lighter and was a ghost of the person she used to be.

"april what's going on" macklin said shutting the door behind him.

"what do you mean"

"cut the bullshit. I know your not okay, you barley answer my text anymore, what's wrong"

"it's nothing mack-"

"no it's not nothing, maybe I can fix it-

"you cant 'fix' it"

"and why not-"

"because I don't know what wrong with me!"

that had been about two weeks ago. she just didn't know what to tell her family. she really didn't understand why she had been feeling that way.

she was currently at work where she was a barista in a cute coffee shop. she honestly loved working there, she had got the job when she was in high school and had kept it till college. seeing as she didn’t move far away for college, choosing to stay close to her parents.

she often wondered if she might be happier if she moved away just like everyone else did, just like her brothers did. but it would always end in her telling herself; that it's not worth dwelling on.

it was currently six am and at this time of day there weren’t many customers. the cafe was always busy mid day when people were looking to find somewhere to study.

so she was surprised when she turned the open side around, to find a boy waiting outside to come in. a boy who looked a lot like will smith.

april wasn’t an idiot to hockey, she kept up with it a fairly good amount, so she would have to be living under a rock to not know the guy who dominated the ice at her brothers rivalry school.

that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to act like she didn’t know him.

he reached for the handle and took a look at her before turning as red as a tomato and blushing,

“hey, are you guys open?” he asked nervously, mentally slapping himself because he just saw her turn the sign around, to ‘open’

“uhm yeah I’ll be with you in a sec” she told him.

will couldn’t help but think her voice was cute. she had a rasp to it that made him want to give her everything she’s ever wanted.

april finished up, putting the coffee too brew and turned to the counter.

“okay! order when your ready”

“uhm. i actually never been here before… any recs?” he asked after a moment nervously scratching his neck.

“well I get a dirty chai, but considering my brothers hate it, you might hate it too… I guess you might like a frap?” she told him, a little too monotone.

“yeah okay” he told her again nervously. he found her to be breathtakingly beautiful.

he paid and stood back as she got to making the drink.

“you from here?” will asked hoping to make small talk.

“uhm kinda. I was born in Vancouver but moved here when my dad got a job”

will panicked. oh god was she still in highschool

april must of saw the worry on his face because she added,

“that was a couple years ago, im eighteen now” she said smiling at his face. something she didn’t do often anymore.

“oh, i’m eighteen too”

“oh yeah, what brings you to san jose, school?” she said innocently knowing very well he was drafted here and was most likely here to work on development.

“no. I”m came to meet with some people here. I go to boston college” he answered. april starting to not feel so bad because she saw he didn’t want to right away say he was a hockey player.

“far from home huh”

“yeah, i’m literally across the country from everything and everybody i’ve ever known” he told her wanting to slap himself. did she need to know that!?!

“i’m sorry. it’ll get easier” she said remembering her brother had been homesick too but utimatly started feeling better after some time-- as she handing him his drinks and gave him a sympathetic face.

“yeah i hope so, i should be moving here soon, if everything goes right” he said as he took a sip.

“hey this is good!” he said taking another sip as april smiled. something that will thought looked amazing on her.

april smiled at him remembering the fact her brothers liked that drink. boys were so typical

“i’m glad… and hey— if you ever need a friend in town my names april” she told him as she held her hand out to him to shake.

will starred at it for a moment before he quickly met her hand.

“will” he told the girl with a smile.

they were cut out of there moment when two customers walked in.

“I should get back to work. i’ll see you around will” she told him as he smiled a nodded and walked right out.

say something! ask for my number! do anything!

april felt really dumb after she basically just presented herself in a silver platter to the boy and he didn’t finish his part in asking for her number. he had definitely rejected her in the nicest way someone possibly could.

meanwhile will got into the Uber with a gitty feeling. she seemed really cool and having someone to hang out with other than his teammates was going to be so nice.

he was midway into the meeting with some general managers when he realized he didn’t even ask for her number.

“oh my god” he mumbled as he came to the realization

"i'm sorry?" one of the GM's said confused.

“uhh— I said I was excited to join the franchise!” he covered up, feeling like an idiot.

hopefully she was still there after the meeting.

the meeting had gone a little to long for his liking and as he raced down to the coffee shop he hoped she was working a long shift.

he opened the door to see a blonde girl who looked old but yet looked young, and a taller boy with curly hair working behind the counter.

“hi. is april working today?” he said breathlessly

the blonde eyed him for a moment before smirking,

“I don't recall an april ever working here...my name samantha though” she said with a face that will knew was a face of someone who was lying.

“yes there is, she helped me earlier-"

“if your here to file a complaint against her, I can totally help you then,” she said

“no she was great— wait, you said you didn’t know an april-“

“your looking for april” the other barista cut in

“yeah she was here earlier, i was hoping she was still here”

“she got off like two hours ago but i can give you her number!” the curly haired boy told will. he was one of aprils friends and he wasn’t going to ruin this opportunity for her.

“you totally can’t do that!” the blonde girl said in a nasally voice.

“shutup samantha. go take candy from a baby or something” he sassily told her.

she rolled her eyes before walking away to wipe a table down.

“sorry about her, here’s her number— good luck!”

“thankyou so much” he told him as he thought about what exactly to text the pretty girl.

both april and will not knowing the epic love story they were about embark on.

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hi guys! i hope this is kinda good, dont feel shy to send in ask and au thoughts… i like never get any but im so open to it!!

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