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enruiinas · 5 months

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MOBILE RULES:

GENERAL/IMPORTANT RULES:

This blog is independent, private, semi-selective, and medium to low activity. IC interactions are limited to mutuals only. I will not follow back if there are no easily accessible rules on your blog or I can't see our muses interacting. AU, OC, and crossover friendly but I'm fairly selective with both.

NSFW material will be present on this blog. The mun is 25+ and a fan of angst, dark themes, spicy/smut scenarios, and more. Smut will be tagged nsfw and hidden beneath a banner and a read more; other common triggering themes will be tagged appropriately. Minors MAY interact at their own risk, but note that I WILL NOT write any spicy/nsfw material with a mun under the age of 18 and would prefer not to write ships with anyone under the age of 20 at all. Any minors attempting to engage in nsfw material or caught lying about their age will be blocked on sight.

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PSA: My muse and overall activity are sporadic. Sometimes I reply to things as soon as they come in; other times it may take me weeks. I go wherever the muse takes me, am prone to hyperfixating on threads, and I openly favor interactions with my affiliates (people I frequently chat with OOC!) I rarely respond to my drafts, asks, etc. in the order they came in. I might like or post meme calls even if I owe things. I might send you memes or unprompted things even if I already owe you things. None of this is meant to be hurtful; it's just how my brain works. For the sake of my mental health and your time, please do not interact if any of these things are a deal-breaker for you.

That said, I like to think I'm a really laid-back RP partner. I'll never rush you for replies, I'm okay with dropped threads, I'm totally fine with (and encourage) you sending me memes or unprompted starters if even if you already "owe" me things... At the end of the day I'm here to have a good time and hope you are as well. Nobody should feel guilt or make others feel guilt over a hobby. If you're feeling it, DO IT - if you're not, you're not. Full stop, no explanation needed.

November 28 2023: This blog’s URL was formerly misfitsandmusings-x, a temporary blog I resorted to when my main (misfitsandmusings) was shadowbanned and subsequently terminated without explanation back in October. I did put in a ticket and am still hoping Tumblr support will eventually come through so I can recover missing tags, asks, HCs, etc. - but seeing as it’s been a full calendar month with no acknowledgement, I’m not holding my breath! Most people have been understanding about this but I wanted to put this in here so those I’m refollowing know what happened. Though the sideblogs underneath it still seem to exist and I get ghost notifications from the main one on Webhooks, I DO NOT have access to anything that was on misfitsandmusings, thebutterflymansion (my KNY multimuse) or scribbleswithsaro (my short lived meme blog; trying to recreate this at @memesbyme).

HOW TO INTERACT:

If we're mutuals, feel free to send me memes, IC asks, headcanon prompts/requests, like my starter or meme calls, etc.

I'm also really interested in chatting with my mutuals ooc as well! I know this isn't everyone's favorite, but for me I find it easier to write with people I chat with on a regular basis. I'm generally very shy, but I value this so much I am 100% willing to reach out and be the outgoing one if you're shy or don't know how. You can literally just IM me like "Hi I want to talk but I'm shy!" and I will be like -cracks knuckles- "I GOT THIS." Mutuals can add me on discord if they prefer to chat there (@ misfitsandmusings). Please just send me an IM to let me know who you are if you add me!

A note about memes and inbox spam: When I say I welcome inbox spam, I freaking mean it. You can literally send me every prompt on a meme and I will not bat an eye. You can continue sending me memes even if you owe me things or I already owe you things - if the ask box is open and you want to send a thing, do it. As long as you've read "EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PSA" in the section above and are okay with me responding to things in random order or it taking me a while to get to everything, I generally encourage and even dare you to send whatever you feel like sending. If you're a new follower I honestly prefer to receive a few memes at a time. That way if the muse doesn't come right away for one you're not waiting for me as long!

My memes don’t expire. I scroll back through them regularly, so if it’s something I no longer feel like answering I’ll delete it. If it shows up under the meme tag, ifs fair game (though I would appreciate it if you could mention what meme it’s from when you send in an ask! I like to link back to them.)

SHIPPING STUFF - some of this needs to be updated following my shift to a single muse.

The mun of this blog is shipping trash. I'm not only here for ships, but I'm not going to lie, I'm like... 75% here for ships. It's my RP experience and I make no apologies.

Ships are chemistry based and must be discussed beforehand. I will never force a ship or assume you're interested in one even if A ) our muses are together canonically or B ) I have our muses listed as a fave ship. Please don't assume or force a ship on me, either.

As a general rule of thumb, my muses are portrayed as demisexual and demiromantic. They’re way more adventure-driven than pleasure-driven and in most cases I’m going to assume they’re fairly if not completely inexperienced until proven otherwise. (But I’m also self-indulgent trash and will 100% lean into “Law’s a surgeon who’s very good with his hands/anatomy in general okay.) I'm pretty openminded with my ships. I enjoy some toxic dynamics, I'm pretty lenient on age gaps as long as both muses are 18+... I'll add more to this as I think of them but yeah. If you're shy about pitching a ship, feel free to send in an anon ask to see how I'd feel about it.

NSFW memes are open exclusively to people I already ship with. Don't send me spicy stuff unless we've agreed to explore a ship beforehand. If we’ve gushed about a ship in any capacity and are mutually “into it”, that’s good enough. I’m fine with timeline hopping so if there’s a pretty good sense we ARE going to get there, you’re welcome to send shippy/suggestive stuff.

This blog is multi-ship. I don't and will never do exclusives (please don't ask.) I'm more than open to writing the same ship with multiple people so if you see me RPing a ship you'd like to explore already, don't let that stop you from reaching out.

SHIP BIASES (added November 28 2023): My top 3 ships for Law are LawNa (Law x Nami), LawBin (Law x Robin), and LawZo/ZoLaw (Law x Zoro). These are NOT the only ships I’m willing to explore so don’t be afraid to reach out if there’s others you want to know my thoughts on! They’re just my personal favorites. Please note, however, that I absolutely WILL NOT ship Law with either Donquixote brother or any members of his crew.

Other Misc. Notes:

Affiliates are people I talk with OOC a lot! I'm always open to more of these, so if we talk regularly and it's something you'd be interested in just be like: "👀 Affiliates?" and I will be like "Affiliates. -nod nod-" (Like, I think you'll know if we have this dynamic? I'm not subtle/shy.)

I LOVE AUs and playing in each other's verses. I love intertwined muses. If you like one of the threads or verses you see me writing with someone else and you think your muse would be interested in playing / adding to that dynamic, PLEASE DO IT I WOULD LOVE IT. I'm interested in exploring multi (2+) player verses/threads as well! I love canon-divergent "What If" scenarios and building entire AUs from the ground up as well as dabbling in each others' pre-existing verses.

NOTES ABOUT MY PORTRAYAL: I’ll add links to relevant posts later regarding these things later, but the most important things to note about my particular portrayal of Law are that 1. I 100% interpret Law as autistic. He is way more socially awkward than he is bitter/unpleasant (but he does lean into his RBF for the sake of his “big bad scary pirate” persona). He’s undeniably a Little Shit and does have some sadistic tendencies but no, he’s not a bloodthirsty killer. 2. My portrayal is HEAVILY influenced by the Law novel. It features in a lot of my headcanons and Law’s introspection because the time he spent with Wolf and the boys on Swallow Island was every bit as essential to who he is as a person as his own family and Cora-san were (for its own reasons. I’ll write up an analysis on what he took from each of those sources later.) I’ll do my best to tag direct/major events from the novel as #Law novel spoilers but I’m admittedly pretty bad about remembering to do so unless someone has specifically told me they NEED me to be careful with it. Then I’ll be hyper-aware of it, so feel free to yell at me in advance if you don’t want to be spoiled to anything from it. 3. Law is a good person, even if he doesn’t see himself as such. He’s not cruel, he feels strongly about “bad adults” making children’s lives miserable, he doesn’t like killing (he 100% will to protect those he cares about but no, he doesn’t want to).

Further portrayal notes: my grasp of Wano arc lore is pretty weak because I was at the end of a speed read and just wanted to get through it, so Wano based interactions are not my favorite until I get back there in my reread. However, I am technically up to date with all Law-related events up to and including chapters 1081 & 1082. I don’t have a lot of interest in the Egghead arc as a whole, but I’m totally open to exploring the events of those chapters and potential aftermaths in threads!

#♡ // ooc ;#♡ // psa ;

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burniingup · 1 year

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1. how do you feel about reblog karma?

I get it! I don't have anything in my rules about it because I don't think it's too big of a deal. But it's definitely disappointing to see a notification and it's just someone reblogging a meme from you. I always just reblog from the source anyways, and I definitely try to always send something in if I think it works for our muses or something!

2. is it hard for you to write with characters you don’t know/don’t know well?

A little bit I suppose but not so hard that it matters much. If it's my first time interacting with a character, it's my muses first time too so it's not like there's a ton of pressure to know them. I always pour over people's about (and rules) pages when I'm writing replies anyways to make sure I don't mess anything up.

3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)

Probably just fellow writers here over the years. I can think of two specific people off the top of my head, but neither are active anymore and neither would know this blog of mine anyways. STILL I always just wanted to make sure my replies were of the same quality as my partners'! So thanks to people who were nice enough to give me a chance when I was new and learning I pushed myself a lot to be able to write better!

4. which muse of yours is your all time favorite? if you stopped writing them: why?

Blue over on @absolut-blue has been fun for me, so he's definitely a close contender. I'm unfortunately very connected to him so I find writing for him a bit easier than most other muses, which is nice. BUT really out of everyone I've played here for forever??

*points*

I have this old old ancient OC that I really treasure, Mandy. I used to play her for years over on @mandythereaper (this blog is old and not very pretty ;;) and it was the most fun I've ever had on the internet like ever. I learned to write on that blog and made so many friends. I am sitting on so much gift art from friends and rp partners from those days. A lot of what I did there was just silly little things and interactions as opposed to actual serious threads. But it was so much fun.

I miss her and I'd like to bring her back maybe one day. I originally stopped writing for her because I thought I would be better off writing for an OC that was more human and less of a fantasy kind of creature. Now I don't write for her because I know her blog will never be what it used to be and that makes me sad. ALSO she's just a really old OC you know? I made her like 11 years ago, her story is over like from beginning to end, I just never think about her anymore. I consider her kind of retired.

5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you?

Literally any canon character for BSD lol. I'm so into the series right now and it's what I really want to write for. Particularly I would like to write for any of the DOA trio. Unfortunately I don't do well writing characters who; are smarter than me, are complex enough that some of their intricacies are lost on me, or whose backstory I don't know well. All of them fall into at least one if not more of those categories.

There's definitely OC's I'd like to add to this blog as well but I'd rather not start adding more to this blog until I have more regular interactions and friends and such. I'm not sure why, that's just what I feel like I should do.

#this got long im sorry i love talking #thank you so much i love these!!#moonhund #OOC #answers

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foxlover0615 · 1 year

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Karini: What if…?

Part 5: Got a friend in me

All Out series

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 6

Hawks x blasian OC

彡☆彡✫彡☆彡✫彡☆彡✫彡☆彡✫彡

Angela/Emily was sitting on a bench leaning onto Hawks shoulder

They were both tired after a stupid criminal they had to run after just to randomly give themselves up in the middle of the chase

“ I’m not doing this Hawks I broke my back just to catch that criminal,” Emily says squeezing her eyes shut as she takes a breath

“I know Emily I was there too,” Hawks says just as tired

“ I worked my ass off just for him to give in. Do you deal with this kind of drama too?” Angela asked

“Yes and I’ve been doing this for way longer time than you so I know the pain,” Hawks admits

“ Why did you become a hero? Your young and deserve to live an amazing life. I’m doing this for the money,” Angela asked not expected his answer

“I just wanted to protect the world and meet my idol. The game and money was the Cherry on top,” Hawks adds a smile

“Now you making my reason for being a hero seem so selfish,” Angela says and stops leaning on Hawks

Angela stands up and stretch

“Well you really needed the money so I don’t think of it as something selfish,” Hawks says and gets up

“Of course you don’t think so. Cause your so nice and adorable~” Angela says in a baby voice ruffling his hair

The two went their separate ways and of course that was when Emily got a notification

‘Kill this girl’

image sent

“She is apart of a gang that wants to kill father. Get her and I will tell him about your worth,” Ken texted

Great so in order to prove my worth I have to kill this girl

“She look mid twenties never heard or seen her before,” Emily thinks to herself

Emily saw she had a logo on her suit “Let’s make this quick I want to get my break,” Emily says and flies off

Emily sends a blade on a roof near the building so she can get a clear view of the inside

Angela looks at someone and decides to touch their neck

“Wanna go out to club?” Angela asked

“No I wanna go home to my child,” A man says

“Come on all you men are the same you see a woman and the first thing that comes to mind is sex. So why don’t you kill someone and I’ll get you the woman of your dreams,” Angela whispers in her ears as her eyes glow and turns into a bright purple

“I’ve always wanted to meet the woman of my dreams,” The man said with excitement

“Good for you now you gotta kill a woman named Aoi Kimura she’s in a club not to far from here. Its called cow club for a reason just go and kill her I’ll keep watch,” Angela whispers as her eyes stop glowing

The man nods and walks the opposite direction

Angela flies on a building above and watched as the guy turned his arm into a drill

“Job well done,” Angela says and sees with her blade how the rando stabs the person with his quirk causing chaos around him

Angela flies away from that situation and lands on the rooftop of her apartment

Angela sits on the ground and groans

“I need a little break,” Angela says to herself and leans against railing on the roof

Angela breaths in and out and sees girl walk by

“Damn she’s fine,” Someone says

“I know right,” Angela says and turns around fast expecting someone to be behind her yet no one was

Angela was confused because she thought she heard something

“Then who-“Angela was interrupted by the voice again

“Shit!” It cursed and it seemed to come from all around her

“God I’m hearing things,” Angela says to herself and held her head

“Just to think I thought I was being watched,” Angela sighs but then heard something again

“I wasn’t watching I was just keeping quiet. Not like it really matters,” The voice said again and this time Angela got annoyed

“Who are you?” Angela asked

“I can’t answer that,” The female voice said

“Why the hell do I hear you?” Angela asked

“Cause you stole me,” The voice responded

“What do you mean by stole you?” Angela asked

“Exactly how it sounds. I don’t remember who I am but I do know that I’m in this body for no apparent reason,” The voice said

“Okay so wait a minute are you a person?” Emily asked

“Yes,” The voice responded

Emily sat down and leaned her head against the railing

“This makes no- wait a minute are you a quirk?” Angela asked thinking she finally understands

“Born as a quirk so yeah I guess so,” The voice says

Angela was quiet for a minute but The voice explained further

Here’s how her quirk works

In the future Emily with call this woman Mio even though her real name will be revealed in the future

Mio is a combination between a living quirk (Think of it as a literal shadow) and a human who has a quirk. Mio is literally part quirk and part human.

Mio was born as a quirk with a human body. Her human body was just a shell protecting her and making sure she lives, since needs the basic structures in a human body to live

The only thing is that even though Mio has a human shell Emily stealing Mio means the her human body/she’ll is out there somewhere without it’s host

“Are you you sure your human? And not from another planet like Klyntar,” Angels jokes with a serious face

“Venom joke I get you, but no I was born on earth. But the quirk is a lot like venom with the kind of abilities it has,” The voice says

“Okay what are your abilities?” Emily asked

“Okay… my quirk is called shadow defense meaning my entire body is protected from anyone using their quirks on me. My dad’s quirk is being really strong, and being able to really jump high but the speed comes from how fast I am in general. Sadly the only way I can even have my dads quirk or even be come strong enough to use it is to eat a lot of meat,” The voice explains

“Mhm I’m understanding. Can it be any type of meat?” Angela asked

“Yes as long as it’s meat it’s edible and delicious to me. Doesn’t really need to be cooked just need meat… even human meat,” The voice responds

“Okay before I go on with my day I need to give you a name,” Angela shakes her head slightly hard and keeps on hitting herself cause she thinks she’s gone insane

“Any name would be great as long as it’s a Japanese female name and not some Chelsea and Barbie kay,” The voice said

“Your name is Mio cause just cause your in my possession but still I’m going home and calling out sick,” Angela says and flies off

“You know you can’t shut me up. I still want to know why the hell you stole me?” Mio asked

“You really do talk a lot you know that,” Angela says while flying away from the rooftop

“ I want my body back and I’m not gonna shut up unless you bring me back,” Mio demands and starts whining

“I don’t know how any of your boyfriends or girlfriends would want to handle you,” Angela flies off and lands at her agency

“ I bet you there’s probably a lot of people who would want my body and my personality,” Mio blurts out

“Yeah cause your probably some skinny model who sells her body for a living,” Angela tells her off making Mio scoff

“So you just call all women sluts?” Mio asked

“Only the woman who annoys me gets that title, even my ex doesn’t deserve that title and she was both a nut and very annoying,” Angela admits and walks inside her agency

“Wow how very rude of you to talk about your ex like that I still treat my exes with respect,” Mio says with an attitude

“Still surprised someone actually dated you,” Angela walks into an elevator yet Mio still continues to talk

“God when she talks its never-ending,” Angela thinks

Years Later

Courtney is hitting Emily with a pillow while Emily is trying to get away from her

Emily hid behind a couch while Courtney prepared the pillow

Emily poked her head over the couch

“You could’ve started this entire session by saying you are the daughter of a freaking villain!” Courtney breathing heavily as she is tired after attacking Emily

“Yeah well I didn’t know I still had his quirk till then. Now I’m trying to be real careful cause I can accidentally steal a quirk at any moment,” Emily explained and Courtney threw a pillow at her head

“What does that even mean?” Courtney asked calling back on the couch taking a breath

“My mom is a scientist who learned how to take away and give people quirks. As soon as she found out I had the quirk it took her years to even create the formula that could take it away,” Emily explained while going back to the couch

“I thought she took away 100 percent of it not no 90 percent,” Emily continued

“Do you still have Mio inside you?” Courtney asked

“Hello Court!” Mio said in her shadow form

“Okay Mio, let me understand this. Are you just a quirk with a human body or just a quirk?” Courtney asked

“I’m a quirk with a human body. See when I was born I was born as a shadow basically the form I’m in now and I needed body just to do basic stuff. My human form is also like a shell I use just to blend in. Without my shell I can’t live life since I’m nothing but a mere quirk. So since she stole me I can’t function unless I have a body/shell to work with,” Mio explains while crossing her legs

“Your kinda like a turtle. You having a body is like a turtle having a shell since they can’t live without it mainly because they are fused to it. Besides the fact that your obviously not fused to a body you still need one to live life in general and without it your dead,” Courtney explains and Mio just nods

“Whatever the doctor says,” Mio responded

Mio faded inside of Emily’s body

“Ew! I have a reptile inside of me, why couldn’t you be a mermaid I wanna be like Halle Bailey,” Emily says reminiscing about her

“Mermaids are evil just like sirens you watch too much Disney,” Mio scolds

“Aren’t you scared of Kim Jong Un?” Emily asked sarcastically

“Have you seen his forehead? not only that the guy has nukes! We gonna die!” Mio says terrified

“Why do I have to have such a weird client?” Courtney asked herself

“Clients!” Both Mio and Emily corrected

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angelguk · 3 years

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omg so i sent in an ask re angst jock jk n oc ! but then i also realized its highly possible these 2 break up at one point while in uni mostly bc of the "are we dating bc its convenient" kinda dilemma and then it just pushes them apart bc they think theyre losing theirselves while being in such a close relationship,,,cue save ur tears by theweeknd BUT i just know when they grow up a lil bit more, theyll end up together <3

here we go! (the beginning of the end....may be...)

didn’t include save your tears as the soundtrack but may haps for the follow-up :3

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: angst, yes the break-up scene, jaykay being an ass (a very huge one motivated by his own insecurities and selfishness – translation: he’d rather break her heart and carry that weight than be the heartbroken one), chayoung is no longer Seed of Doubt but something else (still up for debate but she’s fairly nice here), not edited but hey atp that’s part of my branding (also i would like everyone to consider that oc is not the greatest gf ever like guys don’t hate jk alone!!)

soundtrack: bags, clairo + stay, gracie abrams + say you know, alina baraz

(titled — honeymoon fades)

Jeongguk’s contact name hasn’t lit up the screen of your phone for six days now and you haven’t seen his face for just as long. It’s weird to go from constant incessant communication to complete and utter radio silence. Not a single meme deposited in your Instagram inbox, no random notification from his Twitter. Just silence, quiet brewing silence.

It breaks two days later when Chayoung finds you coddled under your duvet, mouth stuffed with the saccharine sweetness of mint chocolate. (Jeongguk kept a stash of it at your place but who was around to eat it anymore apart from you?).

“And why do you look like you live in a dumpster?” She’d hummed, ripping open the curtains you’d involuntarily welded shut.

“Because that’s how I feel inside,” you’d retorted, pushing aside your laptop. The screen is stuck with an image of an idiotic character named Nabi kissing the spawn of Satan. You hope for her sake it works out. Chayoung had huffed at your response, fondly whacking your head with a stray pillow.

“Well get over that feeling cause we’re going out tonight.” A declaration, the fierceness in her feline eyes a warning that you’re not allowed to even think of saying no. That doesn’t mean you hadn’t tried – sorrowful eyes and pouted lips as you begged her to spare you. But Chayoung is a force of nature, one that could easily wreak havoc on your delicateness. And she does though, with a string of comments that propels you out of the miserable burrow you’d dug up.

“You’re killing everyone, you know?” She’d supplied, yanking open your closet. “You’re sulking, Jeongguk is shutting down. He’s said like five words since this whole...thing...you have going on.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at that, toying with the corner of the large grey shirt donned on your body. Jeongguk’s shirt. One of his favourites actually. You’d thought about stealing it after spying it on his obsessively neat laundry pile, but after seeing your wandering eyes he’d given it to you instead.

“He always does that,” you’d said after Chayoung had whipped her head in your direction, curved eyebrows perplexed. “I mean, shut down. It’s his emotional response to things that bother him. Complete detachment so it hurts less.”

She had just stared at you, a long meaningful look at left your skin prickled.

“Huh.”

“What do you mean ‘huh’?”

A measured step forward, her body weight sinking into the edge of your mattress a moment later. “I mean, you know him so well.”

“Of course I do he’s my best-friend,” you’d said, indignation coating your words

“No–No you're not getting me. You know him. You know he wouldn’t make the move to reconcile–”

“But he should!”

“You told him to go away! He’s trying to listen to you even though he’s hurting!”

And maybe that was it, that simple implication that you were causing him pain that had you pausing, reviewing the things you’d said to him – the things you’d felt.

“But,” a timid rebuttal, “I just–I just need him to show me that he cares.”

“He does,” Chayoung had returned. “So much. And he misses you. He’s probably just afraid that you don’t feel the same.”

“But I do! He knows this.”

“Does he?” A question in her eyes, one that you’re afraid you know the honest answer to.

You say things and never mean them, he had said, eyes hard.

That had hurt you but perhaps he was right, there are things you hadn’t told him, feelings you hadn’t truly expressed. And Jeongguk had always been good to you, so understanding and caring, trying to fill the places were you lacked. Wasn’t he the one who planned the majority of your dates? Remembered all the important milestones of your relationship while you contributed the bare minimum. You hadn’t even told Chayoung about the surprise he had planned for your one-year anniversary, the shame of your own choice hanging heavy over your head.

So that’s why you’re here, staring at the back of his head forlornly as the music drifts around you, flashing florescent lights bathing him a hazy glory. He hasn’t seen you yet (something you’re thankful for because oddly enough you feel sick to your stomach). It feels like you’re skating on thin ice, waiting for the impending crack to sound through your heart, ice water swallowing you whole immediately. Chayoung is the one who pushes you forward, gingerly plucking the idle drink from your hand, Jimin aiding her efforts with a soft smile your way.

It’s time for you to try the way Jeongguk has, put aside that bumbling ego that oversees your actions and adopt the humility he’s always granted you.

“Go,” she murmurs. “He misses you.”

And God you hope he does because you’ve missed him too.

Except the moment his honey eyes land on you you know he hasn’t.

“Jeongguk,” you mumble. Yoonoh is frozen beside him, concerned gaze flicking between your faces. Your own eyes are stuck on him, the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips, the subtle hint of the dimple in his cheeks.

You’ve missed him, and it slips from your heart and brims in your eyes, vision blurry as your blink those stray tears back inside.

“Hi,” you add, when his silence doesn’t break.

“I should probably go,” Yoonoh lets out, awkward words bumping into the wall of tension standing firm between you to. He settles a hand on Jeongguk’s shoulder, sending him a look that feels loaded. “See you guys later, right?”

You nod, finally noticing the lump clogging your throat. “Yeah, sure.” Jeongguk just hums, the edge of his cup caught between his lips. Yoonoh flees within seconds, leaving you to wade through this alone.

“I–I know you’re not happy with me right now, but please, can we just talk?” He blinks at you, it feels like a premonition. “Please?”

“Okay.” The simple word fills you, like a hollow you weren’t aware of finally found the cure needed.

“Okay,” a small smile on your lips. Jeongguk’s face is still unreadable. He guides you up and away from the deafening sound of the song bleeding from the speakers, into an empty room, the door closing behind him muting the music and giving way to the own pounding in your head. Nobody says anything for a second, both of you navigating this uncharted territory of animosity. Until Jeongguk sighs, melting into the bed at the centre of the room. You follow suit, allocating enough space between the two of you. You’ve ever had to do that before.

“You said you wanted to talk?” Jeongguk finally cuts through it, eyes unforgiving when he glances at you.

“I did! I do–Just Jeongguk,” you can’t help it drifting out. “I miss you.”

Nothing, not even a flicker in his eyes. He eyes shift to the floor instead. “Okay. I that what you wanted to say?”

“No–No not just that! I’ve missed you Jeongguk and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that i went off on you like that and I’m sorry I haven’t been the best towards you and I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel like I didn’t care about you–or made you feel like the things I said or did had no meaning behind them. Because they do–they do because I love you. I love you so so much and I’m sorry if I made it seem like otherwise.” You automatically extend out for him, hoping to grasp on his thing floating to fast away from you. Jeongguk shifts and you hand tumbles down to the empty space between you instead, halted by his hesitance.

His head drops into his palms a second later, a broken exhale leaving his lips. The motion cause the silver bracelet on his wrist to slip down the length of his arm. It jolts something in you. Jeongguk had given you a matching one but you’d ripped it off after the last argument and hadn’t considered putting it back on. But Jeongguk was still wearing his.

“Do you really?”

“What?” He’s staring at you know, doe eyes cloudy.

“Do you really love me?” There, that stupid evil vile question that you thought you had the answer to but the words vanish in your head the longer he looks at you.

“I do–what? What are you implying? Of course, I do.”

“Of course, you do,” Jeongguk echoes. His eyes turn to the window located over his shoulder. You can see his head working through something, and you’re suddenly terrified fingertips itching to wander through his curls and coax those thoughts from his head.

“Jeongguk? What the hell are you talking about? Talk to me, please.”

He sighs again, at it feels like your heart splinters. A sudden shake of his head and Jeongguk twists back to face you, a silent tear falling down his cheek.

“You don’t love me.”

“Wh–What are you talking about? I do! And how can you decide my feelings for me?”

“No. You don’t love me the way you think you do–the way you should.” It feels like he’s saying it to more than you, like he’s saying it to himself. “Maybe this the wrong choice to make. You know. Maybe we shouldn’t have done this.”

You shatter just like that, shards on the floor as you stare him, this person that you thought you knew. And maybe the feeling is mutual because Jeongguk is staring at you in a similar way, searching for the courage to say the words you know lie in his heart. Like a loaded cannon, waiting for the match to strike and leave you lying in pieces.

“I think we should break–"

“No,” you cut him off with an adamance that you didn’t know existed until right then. “No, you’re not gonna say that and we are not doing this.”

His eyes narrow then, jaw set. “This is not about ‘us’, I’m doing what’s right for me.”

“How is that right? Huh, Jeongguk? Don’t you care about this? Don’t you care about me?”

He looks away then, ignoring your questions, his throat stuck.

“Jeongguk...” You reach out again, and he allows it, shoulders sinking with the weight of your hand on them. “Don’t you care about me?”

Another heavy exhale, his eyes blinking hard. “I do. And that’s why this won’t work, not the way it should at least. I really think we should end this, or at least reconsider the reasons why we’re together. You say you love me–you say you always have but really–really think about it. About me and us and what we are. I’m sorry, I really am but I just can’t do this anymore.”

He rises then, your outstretched hand tumbling down to the empty space he’d left behind. You can’t move it, can’t breathe, your heart hurtling out of your chest and onto the ground where it lies, fragmented beyond repair and bleeding bare. You glance up through tears, watch him open his mouth and then it and look away.

“Do you mean it?” You finally ask, and his eyes snap to you. He knows what you’re saying. There’s a pause that stretches out for eternity, coloured by the sound of the ringing in your head.

“Maybe.” It cuts right through you, lodging itself deep with intent. And then you just have to nod, swallow the scream clawing at your throat. He murmurs one more apology before his feet carry him away, and you watch, forlorn as you burn his frame into your memory, as your whole world walks out the door.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #au: jock!jaykay #i really abused the hyphen in this but oh well

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Teach Me.

Author’s Note: So. I finally made a Peter Parker Fiction. And I know the gif is Arvin Russell, but that is for a reason, and maybe you'll see it, maybe you won't, BUT TELL ME IF YOU DO. So this is an unnamed OC fiction, but its mostly reader insert, aside from the fact that she’s black (surprise, surprise) and she has brown eyes. I made her an “OC” because of that fact. Also, get ready for some fluffy head cannons of Peter P. In the not-so-distant future though.

Summary: Maybe Peter Parker, isn't as innocent as he seems.

Warnings: Smut. Smut. and more Smut. Car-smut. Dark-ish Peter (Not really, but he’s not his usual wholesome self)

Song: Star-gazing by The Neighborhood. I literally based this entire fiction on this one song. Even if you don’t read the fic, you should listen to it.

Word Count: 5.5k

“If you don’t mind me asking,” She started, pausing a bit to give him time to look up at her, “ who brings a textbook to a frat party?”

His heart stopped for a moment when he realized who was speaking to him. But then he matched her grin shyly and replied, “It’s more of a conversation starter than anything.”

“Would you say its been working well?”

“I did somehow manage to get someone as pretty as you to speak to me.”

The smile that was already plastered on her face, grew wider along with her eyes and brows. “Wow Parker: Who knew you could be so bold after a few drinks?

“I’ve only had one, so the rest is all me.” He closed his book and readjusted his leg inviting her to sit. Then as if just realizing, he asked, “You know who I am?”

“Of course I know who you are. We went to Midtown together.” She said, getting comfortable on the couch.

“Yeah I know. But we barely spoke to each other. Sometimes I wondered if you even knew I existed.”

“I always kept tabs on cuties like you. Especially you, actually.” She declared.

“And you call me bold.” He muttered under his breath, a small blush creeping up.

“I’m always like this. Anyone who knows me, can tell you that. But anyone who knows you, would say the opposite. You were always so good.”

“Good?”

“Yes! Good. Innocent. Nice. Whatever floats your boat.”

“And I remember you being, bossy, assertive, and intimidating.”

She threw her head back in laughter before stating,“You say that like its a bad thing.” Coming down from her fits of giggles she adds, “You noticed me, too? Never thought I was on your radar.”

“How could anyone not notice you.” He asked. “We had English together our freshman year. First day of class, you challenged Mr. Frechowsky, for inflicting his political views on the rest of the class. He got so red in the face, after yelling at you for three minutes straight, but everyone was more shocked at you for being unfazed.”

“I forgot abou-”

“Sophomore year, you “accidentally” tripped Amy Shuemacker, after she made a rude comment about Ned’s weight. Junior year, you announced that you wanted to be not only the first female president, but the first who was black too. I remember telling myself you’d have my vote. Senior year, you almost had a mental breakdown when it looked like Michelle Obama was gonna run.” Peter finished, with not a hint that he was out of breath.

“I-” She was more than taken aback. “I’m embarrassed that you remember all of that. Its been like four years since we graduated. Frankly any other person would have forgotten.”

“I think its impossible for anyone who’s met you, to forget the day they did.” He admitted to her.

She just stared at him in awe for a moment. Mouth slightly agape from surprise. A shadow of a smile ever so present.

Even though he was the one to say it, it was his face that turned a tinge pinker than before when he realized the weight behind his words. He swallowed thickly, averting his attention to the patterns that lined the carpet, fearing that he made her uncomfortable. In all honesty, he used to have a proper crush on the girl, rivaled by even Romeo’s adoration for Juliet.

This was the same girl he once described as ethereal. He once told Ned that fairies wove the strands of her hair, and butterflies still lived there, claiming that he saw them playing beneath her braids. The sun literally lived under her skin, and it was the secret as to why it would glow, and why her smile was so bright. He would swear to anyone that listened, that the harp was made with her voice in mind, and that it, her voice, played a better melody. He used to be lovestruck. Guess those feelings still lingered.

If you asked him, two minutes ago had he gotten over it, his answer would’ve been yes. Would’ve been.

His sudden fluster—which she found adorable by the way, broke her from her trance as she grinned and said “Don’t act bashful now!” playfully shoving his arm as she uttered the words.

Quickly recovering from his earlier hiccup, he slowly returned her grin and tried to retaliate but before he could, “We have to go. Now.”

They looked up to see an irritated looking preppy girl impatiently scowling down at them. She couldn’t have been much older than 21, but no one told that to her clothes and aura. Her olive skin couldn’t hide the frown lines that had been assigned to her, nor the bags that would put a raccoon to shame. Besides the current circumstances that she would tell them in the next minute, Peter could tell on his own that the girl needed a date with sleep.

“What’s the matter Li? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, aside from the fact that Angie locked herself out of the apartment again.” She said sarcastically, muttering this last part under her breath “I swear I’ve had it with that girl.”

“Ah I see. Well then we better get going.” The girl affirmed, standing from her seat, making Peter rise from his. “Peter it was so nice seeing you. I hate to leave, I would’ve enjoyed catching up a bit more.” She said, turning to grab her coat.

“Well then we should catch up soon.”

She turned to nod her head, seemingly interested in his suggestion. “I’d love that. When did you have in mind?”

“How about now? if its a ride you’re looking for, I can drive you home.” Peter’s inner sixteen year old self, screamed at this opportunity. Time alone, with his four-year crush? He couldn’t not take advantage of the moment.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s all the way on the other side of town.” She informed him.

“But you’re not asking me to do it. I’m offering, because, ‘ya know; I haven’t seen you in a while and I’d like to catch up, too.” He said, second-guessing himself and praying that he didn’t come on too strong. “Ya know. Only if you want to.” He added just in case.

Taking too much time debating whether or not she should say yes, the girl’s friend did it for her. “Sounds great! I’ll see you at home.” Spinning on her heels, and walking out of the door.

“Well.” The girl started, smiling at her old schoolmate. “I guess that settles it.”

“Shit!” He cursed, killing the engine completely, and slamming his head back on the headrest. After a couple minutes of trying to get it to start, the boy gave up like his car did.

It had been a full three hours since Alisha left the party. The time was spent competing about who could find out more about the other. He learned that she still had a thirst for changing the world and community around her. She learned that the boy had been bitten by a radioactive spider and was now New York’s most friendly vigilante. She never knew that Peter could be so hilarious.

They were stranded on some back road, miles away from civilization, with rain coming down on the roof of the car like they owed it money.

“Peter, what did you expect?” She began to question, giggling as she spoke. “This car is so old, Fred Flintstone has a newer model.”

“Hey!” He cried, “Don’t badmouth Karen. She just needs a little work.”

“You mean a lot of work. Karen is ancient.”

“She’s been good to me.”

“Should I call Triple A?” She asked, ignoring his dramatics. “The rain will probably let up by the time they get here.”

“I’ve got this.” He sighed, readying himself to leave the car. “Besides, triple A doesn’t know Karen like I do. They won’t be able to give her the love and patience she deserves” He explained, the car’s rickety door sounding as he disappeared into the rain.

She heard that same distinct sound not ten seconds later, as he reappeared, soaking wet from the rain’s onslaught. His white t-shirt clung to his body, while beads of water raced down his skin. His messy locks, traded their dark brown hue for a jet black one, and his dirty converses shone a little brighter than they did before he left the car.

“Maybe that wasn’t the best idea.” He admitted, the leather making a squelching noise as he glued himself back to his previous seat.

“The offer for triple A still stands.”

“No. I’ll let this play out. But maybe I can call you an Uber.”

“There’s no way I’m leaving you out here all alone. We’ll let this play out.”

“But this may take a while.”

“I’m the reason you’re out here in the first place. And I like your company, so i’ll stay.”

Peter knew he couldn’t argue with that one, so he let silence befall the two of them. It stayed like that for a moment. It wasn’t quite awkward, but it was definitely palpable.

She thought to say something, he did the same, but neither could quite let their words come to life. It was unlike the girl he knew before, who said the first thing that came to mind. Unlike himself, who did the same, but in a less graceful way.

Finally, after what felt like hours of deafening quiet, Peter begins with, “How long have you and Brad been a thing?” The question fresh on his mind, since her phone rang yet again, with his ugly mug lighting up the screen. It was the fourth time she ignored the notification.

It was rare for Peter to hate a person. In fact he didn’t hate many at all. But there was something about Brad that always made his stomach clench. Didn’t help that he was sniffing around his girl.

“Hmm.” She pondered, tapping her chin with her index finger. Acting as if she was carefully thinking about it.“For about for-never and a day” She finally answered.

“Oh I thought, that since—“ Peter stammered, growing embarrassed by his assumption, and the disdain that coated his words.

“Anyone would have, with him blowing my phone up.” She sighed. “But alas, nothing will ever come of us. No matter how much he wants it to. Wish he’d take a hint.”

Back to silence. But this time it didn’t consume Peter. It gave him a bit of hope, enough hope to ask her his next question.

“Back at the party,” he started before pausing, which prompted her to question, yes, before he could properly collect his nerve to ask her what he wanted.

“Back at the party, you mentioned you always kept tabs on me. Especially me. What did you mean by that?”

“I may have had a small crush on you.” She answered without missing a beat. This of course took him by surprise, but not for long.

“Why did you never act on it?”

“Because I quickly realized you weren’t my type.” She said as if it was nothing in the world.

“Ouch. What did I do to make you realize that?” Peter asked. Though his tone was light-hearted, he tried not to let on that he was hurt.

“Nothing.” She replied. “You were just yourself. Peter Parker, the innocent good boy who would never harm a fly.”

Peter thought to himself for a moment. He thought long and hard before he decided to bring up the word she had uttered more than once tonight. “There goes that word again: innocent. What makes you think I’m innocent?”

“Come on Parker. Ned told me you once donated a one hundred dollar bill you found lying on the sidewalk to the local homeless shelter. And that was after you couldn’t find its original owner. That’s got innocence written all over it.”

“Does that make me innocent or a good person?”

“They’re one and the same.”

“There is a big difference between the two.”

“I disagree. The two are definitely interchangeable. Good people are the ones who haven’t been corrupted yet.”

“So does that mean you aren’t a good person?”

“I think I’m a neutral person. Not exactly good, not exactly bad. Just walking the tightrope. I probably would have taken the money, and felt bad about it later.”

They both chuckled at her statement, letting it end that segment of the conversation. Though Peter was done fighting with her about her type’s moral compass, he wasn’t done with the subject all together.

“So,” He paused, and she braced herself, taking notice of how every time he did that, a question she was reluctant to answer followed. “what exactly is your type?”

An uncomfortable breathy laugh passed through her lips as she answered. “I didn’t exactly know it at the time, but I’m able to put it into words now.” She admitted, taking her time as she explained.

“I guess ideally you were my type. Nice. Harmless. Smart. But I was also looking for someone who knew how to take control. I’m in control of everything in my life, so it feels good to meet a person who lets me relinquish that. Or in more crude terms, a person who has the ability to fuck my brains out.” She declared as she leered in his direction with a small smirk playing her lips.

She was only teasing. But she could feel that the air had grown thick on the side of the car that Peter had resided in. For a split second, she could have sworn that she saw something snap in him. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, making her feel as though she had imagined the entire thing.

But she knew that couldn’t have been right. Known for many things, her vivid imagination wasn’t one of them. His breath hitched. His shoulders tensed. She hadn’t imagined that. What he said next, after what felt like an hour of silence told her that she didn’t imagine anything at all.

“Did teaching me, ever cross your mind?” He asked. His grip on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. She saw his Adam’s apple bob after he spoke, and his chestnut eyes focused on the rain that splattered against the windshield.

“U-um I-,” She stammered, Peter catching her by surprise. She had to really think about his question. “I suppose it never did.”

“You still want me?” He asked her, turning his attention back on her.

“Huh?”

“Am I still your type? Aside from the fact that I can’t take control?”

She just swallows, before nodding.

Noting her surprise, but not relenting he says, “Then teach me.”

“What?” She questions, fearing she misheard him.

“Teach me.” He repeated, only elaborating when she scrutinized his face. “Show me exactly how you want to be touched. Kissed. Fucked.”

The way he said the word, fuck, was so filthy. It almost made her lose the rest of her composure. Not like she had much left. He had already rendered her speechless, now he was ruining her panties.

No. She wouldn’t let it play out like this. She had a reputation to uphold.

She peered over her shoulder, then back to him trying to assess whether or not he was serious. When his face showed no sign of amusement, she swung her door open, to trade her passenger’s seat for the back one.

The rain’s onslaught was still vicious, so her previously dry form was borderline drenched. July’s summer heat, did no favors in keeping her warm, and she had no idea if she was shivering from the rain or her nerves. “Are you gonna come keep me warm or what?” She challenged, trying to find her confidence again.

It was only seconds before Peter joined her, but it was no question that his body was shaking with anticipation. He looked at her expectantly, surveying her every move. From the way her eyes flitted to the ground, to the way her hands busied themselves by rubbing at her thighs. She was nervous.

It must have been a snowy day in hell.

“What should we do first?” She asked.

“Does the instructor usually ask the pupil what lessons they should start with?”

“Kiss me?” She suggested, half-ignoring his comment.

“Are you asking me, or telling me?” Peter remarked, amusement glinting in his eyes.

Annoyance overtaking her tone now, she demands this time, “Kiss me.”

“Say please.” He teased.

“Damn it Peter, fucking kiss m—”

And then he glued his lips to hers. They were sweet and gentle, like him, but still managed to convey his longing. He hoped the kiss would capture all the times he imagined doing it when she would flash those pretty brown eyes his way. When she would speak in a way that put an angel’s timbre to shame. Even when she would fucking breathe, he imagined kissing her until his lips fell off. He hoped the kiss would make up for all of the ones he was dying to share with her over the years.

The pads of his fingers roamed over her silky smooth skin, starting at her cheeks, ending at her neckline. He tasted the flavor of her strawberry chapstick, the same one that made her lips feel and look as smooth as butter. When he inhaled and tasted the faint scent of minty watermelon on her breath, he decided he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to kiss her until he committed to memory every bump on her tongue. Then he would be satisfied.

“Like this?” He whispered, pulling back to inhale the same air as her, almost turning feral at the sight of her swollen lips and blown pupils. “Or,” he started, leaning back in to go again, searching her eyes, “like this?”

Whereas kiss one was innocent and sweet, the way that Peter portrays himself, kiss two was the definition of what he could be…or maybe what he already was, she couldn’t tell. He was filthy with the way his tongue glided against hers. The hot wet muscle played hers like an instrument, before locking the two together. One of his hands planted itself on the nape of her neck, forcing her to feel every measure against her mouth. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, not that she wanted to. Just like him she wanted to relish the taste of him.

With his nose pressed against her cheek, and hers against his, they kissed like they wanted to touch the other’s souls. They began breathing in the rest of the other’s air, like they wanted to swap lungs. Exploring the other’s bodies, like they would die if they didn’t study the exact texture of the other’s skin.

It took everything in Peter to restrain himself. To keep his thumbs from traveling beneath her shirt. He nipped at his tongue to keep from nipping at her lips and skin. He tried shifting in his seat to distract himself from the shifting going on in his jeans.

It certainly didn’t help the growing tent in his pants when the girl planted her thighs on either side of his, rocking and rolling her hips to alleviate some of the tension in her panties.

She took over the kiss, setting the pace and overcoming the surprise from Peter earlier.

Her fingers, that were previously glued to his face, began fumbling with the hem of his shirt, peeling the wet material off and over his head. She marveled at his sculpted chest for a moment, before Peter followed suit, pulling her dampened top over her arms and flinging it over the seat.

A throaty groan passed his lips when she resumed her measures against his hips. Grinding herself down on his hardening member.

Her breathy whimpers intensified when his surprisingly warm hands traveled along her skin, caressing her soft flesh. She was getting more worked up the more Peter mimicked the movement of her hips, grinding upwards while simultaneously pinning her waist down.

She tugged harshly on the patch of hair that lived on the back of his neck, eliciting one of the sexiest groans she had ever heard. His heavily lidded eyes that held the same fire as hers, both scared and excited her.

As she leaned in closely, preparing her words carefully she ordered him to, “Kiss me here,” before planting her lips on his neck. Flattening her tongue to lick a stripe up the exposed skin, she began swirling the appendage before nipping, licking, and sucking until his skin had a reddish purple hue.

She got lost in the feel of him, succumbing to the sound of his hisses and moans only to yelp a moment later, when Peter mimicked her earlier actions.

With a fistful of her hair, and her exposed neck jutting out towards his lips he licked a stripe against the skin, just as she did earlier, only his measures were steady and calculated, taking note of every flinch and hitch of her breath. He found her sweet spot in seconds, focusing all of his attention there.

With her nails digging into his flesh, and her hips stuttering, Peter knew he had her where he wanted her. “Like that?” He rasped, pulling away to admire the strings of purple and blue that littered her skin.

“Fuck yea Parker; you learn fast.” She gasped, attempting at a laugh, as she peeled her chest off of him. She took a hand of his into hers, grasping two of his fingers as she bought them to her lips.

Hollowing her cheeks as she sensually sucked and lubricated his digits, she bought his other hand down to her shorts, beckoning him to unbutton them. “Touch me here.” She murmured, eyes taking in the wide curious ones staring back at her.

With the newly slick fingers, Peter did as she told him, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and finding her nub instantaneously. “Right here?” He enquired, when her breathing turned shaky.

“Mmm, god yes!” She praised, as he worked his fingers over her.

Setting a consistent pace, Peter lightly grazed her clit, every time he ran his fingers up and down her folds. “Am I doing this right?” He questioned, flicking and teasing her core.

“Mhm” She mewled, “fuck y-your fingers feel so good” Her speech was now becoming slightly incoherent.

“Yeah?” He groaned, “What about my mouth?” He asked, just before unclasping her bra a little too effortlessly with one hand. Latching his lips against her perky chest, he massaged the other mound with his free hand.

Words were lost on her, as she became a wanton mess. She couldn’t fathom how he could be so skillful with both hands. How a person could multitask the way that he did was indescribable. His hand on her clit didn’t let up, but neither did the one that tweaked and pulled on her nipple. Not to mention the hot tongue that darted and sucked meticulously at her other. She couldn’t stifle her cries if she tried.

Riding his fingers, she pressed his head further into her chest, becoming greedy with his touch, as she sprinted towards her orgasm. She thought that this feeling couldn’t get any better.

Of course, Peter was full of nothing but surprises tonight, and needed to prove her wrong. He let two of his fingers slip inside of her, while a thumb replaced the ones that were glued to her clit. Rubbing circles against her sex, he pumped the two fingers furiously in and out of her hole.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

But the girl didn’t answer, Her mouth hung open as if she wanted to, but the words were jumbled somewhere in her throat. Her face twisted into pleasure, and she couldn’t do anything but succumb to his measures against her body.

It wasn’t long before she felt her stomach spasming, the heat pooling to her core, her already sensitive flower growing even more sensitive, as she came into his palm.

Her juices coated his digits, her walls fluttered around them, and her skin was now hot to the touch, as Peter forced her climax out of her.

Tears flooded her eyes, as she took in as much air as she could. When had she stopped breathing? Maybe sometime during the earth-shattering orgasm her old classmate was giving her.

Once the ringing in her ears subsided, and her lower region began to cool again, she thanked the boy and praised him as she said, “You did so well,” before planting hot wet kisses on his shoulder and neck.

She stopped when she felt his body shaking. Coming back up to eye him, she asked what he found so funny.

Peter tried to hide the smirk that plastered his lips but he couldn’t hold his act any longer. “You just don’t get it do you?” He asks as he casually licks and sucks at his fingers, just as she did earlier, relishing in the taste of her essence.

The confusion on her face and brain was evident. “Get wha—” He had her pinned on her back, before she could utter the last syllable.

The tight space was cramped, but the boy had more than enough room to stalk his prey. He hovered above her, ridding her of the rest of her clothes in one fell swoop, before delivering his monologue.

“I don’t know what it is about girls like you, but I swear you drive me crazy.” He admitted, before removing his jeans in a quick motion. “You always assume that just because I’m a nice guy, I won’t be able to fuck your brains out.” He informed, before revealing a hidden condom and rolling it on before lining himself up at her entrance. “But I hope that if tonight proves anything to you,” He starts, eyes finally darting up to land on her horror-filled ones, “it will be that your mindset can land you in a whole heap of trouble.”

And with that, he grasps the door above her head, before sinking himself into her.

Groaning at the feel of her, Peter’s facade dropped completely. Her tight little cunt feels even better than he imagined, and he hopes that he feels better than she ever imagined.

He starts slow, with the intent of her feeling every ridge of his cock, as it threatens to invade her stomach. Her soft tits bouncing with every thrust, send a jolt through his body every time her nipples graze his chest. The way his name falls off her sweet tongue, has him in shambles, as he picks up his pace, throwing slow and steady out of the window.

Her cries are loud in his ear, as he ruts against her sex. He’s so thick, its hard for her to think straight. He can feel the indents of her nails as they dig into his lower back; she tries to press his ass closer to her, never wanting him to leave.

Maybe if it were any other guy fucking her, she would have felt the seat buckle digging into her back. Maybe she would have felt her sticky sweaty skin on the leather of his back seat. Maybe the awkward position her head was in would have spoiled her experience. But with Peter, she could only focus on the pleasure.

His thrusts were relentless now. His hot breath was fanning the side of her cheeks. His previously damp hair, stuck to her neck, as he drove himself further into her skin. Nothing could distract him away from her in this moment.

Nothing but the faint glow of her phone, that is. It’s buzzing, and vibrations immediately catching his eye, as he held his head up. That same dangerous smirk that she saw earlier returning.

“Look who’s calling, baby.” He purred, overcoming the stutter of his hips. When he held her phone up for her to see, her heart sank at the mischief behind his words. Brad. “Should we answer it?”

“No, Pete!” She cried.

“Oh come on, that would be rude wouldn’t it?” He dared, before delivering a particularly hard thrust, that sent her mind into a haze. “We can stop so you can take this—”

“No! D-don’t stop” She begged, prying the phone from his fingers, and fumbling with the answer button.

“Babe? Hello?” Brad’s irritating voice answered flooding, her phone’s speaker. But the girl didn’t answer immediately, because she was too busy trying to stifle her whimpers.

“Hey Brad!” She finally choked out, sounding somewhat normal. How she managed to do it, she couldn’t say.

“Wow! Finally. This is like my eighth time trying you. I almost can’t believe you answered. What are you up to?”

“Should you tell him what you’re up to, babe?” Peter devilishly whispered against her skin.

“Nothing!” She whined into the phone.

“Whoa. Are you okay? You sound a little off?”

“You should tell him you sound like this because I’m making you feel so good.” Peter suggested, driving her body up and down the seats. “I bet he’d wish he were me right now.”

“I-I’m just a feeling a l-li-little sick is all.” She breathlessly stuttered.

“Should I come over?”

“Ah yes Peter!” She wailed, when the boy starts circling his fingers against her clit, while simultaneously grinding slowly but roughly into her. She’s no longer paying attention to the man on the other end. His curses don’t faze her, nor does Peter’s actions as he releases the phone from her grip.

“Hey Brad. Remember me.” He casually asks, ignoring Brad’s threats. “Yeah no man, don’t worry about her: I’ll make sure she’s real good and taken care of.” He promises, before ending the call, and tossing the device into the passenger’s seat. “Think he finally got the hint?”

Peter then takes the girl’s hips into his hands, lifting her inches off the seat, before pulling her body onto his dick at an ungodly speed.

Crying. She’s literally crying, with tears streaming down her face. Her voice is becoming hoarse with moans. She had never experienced such intense sex in her life.

Peter brings the hand that was previously plastered on the glass down to the girl’s face. “would this be the definition of fucking your brains out, baby?” He grunts, in reference to the girl’s constant repetition of his name. It’s the only word she can remember, as he fucks her into the chair.

His movements shook the car. The heat that their bodies radiated, fogging up the glass. The scent of their sex now embedded in the fabric of his seats. The boy was completely untamed.

Her screams were one among the things that set him off. The way her body writhed against his was another. The stutter in her speech another. But the unbridled lust that her eyes held, was the literal icing on the cake.

Thank fuck she came before him. Her tight little hole constricting and clenching his dick. And when he started slipping in and out, her eyes glued shut, and her chest started to rise and fall, he knew that she had came.

A sweaty fucked out mess before him, she needed Peter to finish her off before she was satisfied. “Drown me in your cum” She begged, and it was like he knew exactly what she wanted.

Unsheathing himself from her, he ridded himself of the condom, and started tugging violently at his cock. Fucking his hand, not unlike the way he fucked her earlier, he spurted his milky white seed all over her supple brown canvas, a husky groan roaring from his chest as he threw his head back in pleasure. His seed extinguished the heat that resided in her skin, and she closed her eyes shut, letting her head fall back down on the seat.

The image of his white paint, all over her stomach, chest, and tits, bleeding into his memory, as he came back down from his high.

Once back down to earth, reality began to sink back in. Immediately recomposing himself, Peter blurted, “Fuck are you okay? Was I too rough?”

His sudden outburst almost made her jump out of her skin, but she quickly recovered. “Oh god no Parker! I loved every minute of that.” She lazily smiled reassuringly. “Do you always fuck like that?”

Peter returned the smirk, blushing before saying, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you like that.”

After planting a final kiss on her lips, he reached into the center console, to scavenge a few wet wipes, cleaning her skin before discarding them.

Moments later, they reunited with their lost articles of clothes, pulling the fabrics over their limbs before crawling back into the front seat.

When Peter put his seatbelt back on, and cranked the car up with no effort, he felt the heat of the girl’s eyes on his skin.

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded by her glare.

“Was there ever anything wrong with the car?”

And then as if just realizing Peter mouthes oh, before telling her simply “No.” Adding on that he just wanted an excuse to spend more time with her.

“Well how the fuck did you know I wasn’t gonna just take your offer for an Uber?” She asked, more impressed than pissed.

“Because you’re a neutral person, and a neutral person would feel too bad about doing that.”

“There’s a lot of things I still have to learn about you Parker.” She admits, sinking down into her seat. Heat rising to her cheeks, as a new crush began to develop.

“Don’t worry. I’m willing to teach you.”

A/N: So like...don’t be afraid to tell me what you think. I swear I dont bite...unless you're into that. also this was edited it, but probably not well, so tell me if you see an error.

#peter parker x reader #Peter Parker smut #Peter Parker x black!reader #black!reader #Peter Parker fluff #spiderman x reader #marvel smut #marvel imagines #spiderman #Peter parker #black reader #smut #dark!peter x reader

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procrastinatingnerd · 3 years

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Hi everyone! So this was my first time taking part in the @osemanversebigbang but I had so much fun!! I can't wait to read everyone's entries! 💜

Title: Angel Rahimi And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Lunch Break

Characters: Angel, Juliet, Rowan, Jimmy, Lister, Bliss, two of Angel’s future uni friends (OCs).

Spoilers? Minor spoilers of important events in “I Was Born For This”.

Word Count: 3.6k

Ships: Bicci, one joke about Juliet/Rowan.

~Joan of Arc (Probably)

“I am so fucking tired”

“Right, time’s up, put your pens down.” The exam officer says from the front of the room. I scribble one last sentence before my hand gives out, and I all but throw my pen onto the desk, sighing as dramatically as I can. This week is a fucking nightmare. Exams and assignments are the piss. Fuck uni, I’m ready to drop out. Or drop dead. Either works, honestly.

As I leave the exam hall, I walk past some people from the students’ union. They’re handing out flyers for the Christmas ball next week. My housemates are all planning on going, but my friends and I planned our present swap for that night, so we’re going to spend it eating a fuck ton of snacks and watching the cheesiest Christmas films we can find. I can’t wait, I bought them each a bag of their favourite sweets from the American candy shop, it's going to be so much fun!

But that’s next week. Right now, all I want is to sit at a table that doesn’t have an exam paper on it, and eat something very greasy and very unhealthy. There’s a pizza place just on the edge of campus, run by some of the culinary arts students, and they make the best sauce ever. It’s pretty cheap too, which makes it a favourite for most people, especially at the end of a semester, when everyone’s bank accounts are running low.

I have about an hour until I need to be back in the exam hall, so I take full advantage of the outdoor seating and collapse into a chair after ordering. My pizza is brought out to me not long after, and I breathe in the smell. Nothing has smelt more gorgeous than the slices sitting in front of me. It’s a surprisingly warm day, for December at least, and for a moment, everything feels calm. I can hear a bird singing in a tree somewhere, other students are hanging around campus, most with their noses in their phones or in textbooks, and I actually let myself relax for a bit. I’ve done all the revision I can for this next exam, and I’m in desperate need of a break. I deserve this.

I pick up my first slice of pizza, and bring it up to my mouth. As I’m about to take a bite, however, my phone rings. I put the pizza down with a sigh and answer the phone without looking at who’s calling. Mum probably sensed I wasn’t doing any work, and is calling to check up on me.

“Hello?” I say tiredly.

“Angel, hi! Is this a good time??” I grin at the sound of Juliet’s voice.

“Hell yeah, it’s a perfect time! What’s up?”

“Wait, you don’t know why I’m calling?” Juliet says hesitantly. Shit. What have I forgotten now? I know it’s not her birthday. Wait, is it mine?? I swear exams rot your brain, have I actually forgotten my own birthday?

“No…?” I ask after internally monologuing for way too long.

“Oh my god, you don’t know??” Juliet screeches in my ear, “Angel go look at your phone, it’s urgent!”

Now very concerned, I put Juliet on speaker and, for the first time all morning, actually read the notifications filling my lock screen. I open the Twitter news one, and my mouth drops open in shock.

“Holy shit.”

On my screen is a news article with a headline that reads, “THE ARK’S JIMMY KAGA-RICCI AND LISTER BIRD’S SECRET RELATIONSHIP EXPOSED”, and just below it sits a large photo of Jimmy and Lister, standing outside a pub, kissing. I don’t believe it.

“Holy fu- Hold on a second. Mate, isn’t that the pub by Piero’s house?!” I say, bringing my phone as close to my face as I can, as if that’ll help me see better. There’s a loud shuffling noise on the other end of the line, and then I hear a gasp.

“Oh my god, you’re right!” Juliet says. “Rowan said they were going on holiday, but I thought he meant abroad or something.” I smile at that. Ever since our little jaunt to Kent last summer, Juliet and I have kept in touch with the boys. We even have a group chat now; us and them and even Bliss is in it. I’m so glad we stayed friends.

At first, Rowan was really quiet, and if he did speak he and Juliet would almost always end up arguing, but they’ve been getting along quite well lately. I’m not saying I ship it or anything, I’ve learnt my lesson there, but I have to say, fangirl-to enemies-to lovers would make a wicked fanfiction trope.

“Did you see any of this coming?” Juliet continues. “Surely Jimmy would have said something to you?”

“He said he was dating someone, but didn’t want to give details because they were taking things slow. Well, that and that celebrity phone hacking scandal freaked him right the fuck out, remember?” I say.

"That's

right, he stopped talking on the group chat for like two weeks, didn’t he?” Juliet giggles back. “Well, nevertheless, I’m happy for them. They’re cute together.”

“Yeah, they are.” I grin again. “Oh my god, poor Rowan though! I’d hate to live with a couple, especially a new one! It’d be nauseating.”

“Oh I know, right? And imagine what’ll happen when they have their first fight!” Juliet gasps again. I shudder at the thought.

“I’m muting the group chat when that happens.” I joke.

“Not a bad idea.” Juliet laughs back, then pauses. “Oh, Angel, I’m sorry I’ve got the get going, but do you want to skype later?”

“Yeah, no problem! I’ve got a revision session at 6, but I should be free by 9ish?”

“Sounds perfect! See you then!” Juliet says, and with that, she’s gone, and I’m back to sitting alone with my pizza.

Jimmy and Lister. Holy shit. I don’t think anyone in the fandom saw this coming. Everything has been about Jowan, since the fandom started growing it’s the only ship that ever existed. No one bothered writing fics about any other pairings. The only Jimmy/Lister fics I ever came across were platonic ones, and even they made sure to mention Jimmy’s boyfriend Rowan.

Oh god, I hope they’re okay. The fans got so crazy when Bliss and Rowan’s relationship was exposed. Jimmy/Lister is the final nail in the Jowan coffin. Jimmy must be having the panic attack of his life! I’ve got to-

My phone rings again.

I look down at the screen, and see Jimmy’s name. I take a deep breath, and answer.

“Jimmy, hi! How are-”

“Have you seen it??”

“Yes.”

“Oh god. This isn’t how we wanted to tell you guys.”

“You sure? Because getting caught by the national press worked so well for you last time.” I tease. Silence. Oops, probably not the best thing to remind him of right now.

“Jimmy, you still there?” I say carefully. There’s a slight rustle on his end, which means he probably just nodded. “Everything is going to be fine, I promise. The fans will move on. They already did with Jowan, right?”

“But what if something happens again? Something like-”

“It won’t. You guys have better security now, and you’re doing less public events. You’re going to be fine.” I hope and pray that I’m saying the right things. Jimmy and I have gotten close lately, but I’m nowhere near as good at helping him deal with his anxiety as Rowan and Lister are. There’s more silence, until finally, Jimmy speaks again.

“Okay. Yeah. Yeah I think you’re right. Thanks, Angel.”

“Course I’m right! If there’s one thing I know, it’s fandom drama.” Jimmy laughs, and I grin back. “And don’t forget, you’re not alone in this. This is happening to Lister too, and no doubt Rowan and Bliss will be there to help you. Just talk to them.”

“Thank you Angel, I’ll go do that now.”

“Perfect! Love you Jim, I’ll text you later.” I say, and the call ends.

He’ll be okay. He’s got too many people who love him not to be. I take another breath and put my phone down on the table. As soon as I do, however, it buzzes again, and I see Jimmy is trying to facetime me. Now very concerned, I answer it and hold the phone up so he can see my face properly.

“Jimmy, are you okay, what’s happened??” I ask anxiously, but he looks fine. He looks at me with a confused expression.

“Nothing, I’m just talking to the others, like you said.” He says. It’s only me and him on the call. I stare at him in silence for a moment.

“Jimmy, mate… I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not any of them” I say slowly, and to my surprise, Jimmy laughs.

“Yeah I know, but I was kind of hoping to have you here, too, if that’s okay?” He says sheepishly. “It’s okay if you’re busy, it’s just that… I don’t know, you’re good with this stuff and you make me feel calm? Sorry, I know that’s a lot to just dump on you.” Jimmy doesn’t look at me directly, and I start to feel tears in my eyes.

“Well damn, Jim, I guess if you truly love me that much, I can stick around for a bit.” I laugh, and quickly glance at the time. “My lunch break is only halfway over, anyway, so I have plenty of time to hang out while you talk to the others.”

Jimmy seems to let out a breath, like he’d been holding it, and grins.

Just as I’m about to start talking again, I hear a ping, and Lister’s face appears on screen, followed by Rowan and Bliss.

“Hey Jimjam, you okay?” Rowan asks, looking as calm as ever. “Oh hey Angel.” He adds. I give him an awkward smile.

“Wait, Angel's here?” Bliss interrupts before Jimmy can answer. “Nice, how’s the week from hell going? Didn’t think we’d hear from you until you’d made it through.”

“Yeah it’s rough, but I’m getting there. This is a welcome distraction though.” I grin at her.

“So you’ve seen the pictures then. They look good, right?” Lister chimes in, before correcting himself. “I mean, it’s horrible they found us, fucking pricks, but you’ve got to admit we look good.”

“You can be so self-centred sometimes.” Bliss laughs.

“Come on Lister, this isn’t a joke.” Rowan chides him.

“Well, I guess he isn’t wrong..” Jimmy mumbles nervously and I see him smile a bit.

“See, Jimmy agrees with me!” Lister argues back at Rowan, who rolls his eyes.

“It’s still not something to laugh about.” Rowan says firmly. “Cecily’s already on damage control, cancelling some events, beefing up the security at others, and giving the tabloids hell. She’s also let your grandad know, Jimmy.”

“Wait, aren’t you guys all down there already?” I ask, confused.

“Nah we got back last night. That picture was taken when we went out for lunch the other day. Took their time printing it.” Lister says.

“Probably needed time to pad out their articles. Seriously, how can they write so many pages about two people dating?” Bliss adds.

“Probably whining about how Jowan is now well and truly dead.” Rowan rolls his eyes again. “Although I have to say, I’m pretty happy about that part.” I cringe slightly as he says that. I will never not regret being one of the Jowan fangirls.

“So Cecily’s already got a plan? That’s good, that’s a bit of a relief.” Jimmy speaks up, looking visibly more relaxed than he had sounded over the phone earlier.

“Yeah she’s got it sorted, so we can start planning our Christmas party!” Lister says, making the others groan.

“Lister what the hell makes you think we should be throwing a massive fucking party right now?!” Rowan says, his voice growing louder. Lister goes quiet, looking like he wants to shrink into his seat, before eventually speaking up again.

“Look, it doesn’t have to be anything big, I just mean… Angel, you’re gonna be in London with Juliet, right? Come over, drag Bliss with you, Jimmy can invite his grandad, Rowan you can bring Jade, and there you go, that’s our party!”

“That’s...actually a good idea.” Rowan says, surprised.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun!” Jimmy adds.

“I’m up for it, Angel, do you think Juliet will wanna come?” Bliss says.

“Hell yeah she would, let’s do it!” I reply with a massive smile on my face. Partying with Bliss and the boys sounds like the best way to spend my Christmas London trip. I’ll make sure to tell Juliet about it when I talk to her later. As I start planning all the food I’m going to bring over, and wondering what the boys’ flat will look like at Christmas, the conversation starts up again.

“You sure you’re doing alright, Jimmy? I can come back home if you need me to.” Rowan says, focusing things on the issue at hand again.

“No no, don’t worry, stay with your family. They’d kill me if I made you miss out on spending time with them.” Jimmy jokes. “I’ve got Lister here, and Cecily’s number if I need it. My head isn’t giving me too much grief right now, anyway.”

“Wait, Lister, you’re there with him?” Bliss asks.

“Yeah, check it out!” Lister says, before picking up his phone and moving. He takes us out of what I think was his room, through a hallway and comes out into a large living room, where we can see Jimmy on a sofa looking at his phone. “Say hi to the chat, Jim!”

Everyone laughs as Jimmy gives an awkward wave to Lister’s phone. Lister then hangs up and launches himself into view of Jimmy’s screen, and the two shuffle about until they’re practically sitting on top of each other, faces

squished together so the tiny phone camera captures them both. I hate how cute they look together.

“Alright, if you’re sure, Jimmy,” Rowan says, smiling for probably the first time this whole call.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Jimmy smiles back. “This whole situation is terrifying, and I’m more than ready to hide in my room and not see another mad fangirl for the rest of my life, but... if I did that we’d never get to hang out with Angel again.” He finishes, biting his lip as if unsure of whether or not the joke will hit.

“Uh..ouch!” I clap my hand on top of my heart dramatically and laugh, while the others join in. “I’ll have you know I’ve abandoned my fangirl ways. Mostly. Sort of. Okay, not completely but I’m not shipping real people anymore, so that’s something, right?!”

Lister is giving Jimmy a look of what I can only assume is pride for making a decent joke during a time of peak anxiety, Rowan has his head in his hands, probably contemplating his life choices now that Lister seems to be rubbing off on Jimmy, and Bliss still looks shocked that such a joke came out of Jimmy’s mouth, not Lister’s. When things calm down again, I check the time and speak up again.

“Well this has been fun Jim, but I’m afraid I have mad fangirl duties to be getting back to. Shrines to build, fanfiction to write, you know how it is.” I say sarcastically.

“Thanks again, Angel, for being here, and listening. And you’d better be right about that fandom drama.” Jimmy laughs again, although this time I see his smile falter a bit.

“Hey, look at me,” I say, moving as close to the screen as I can without squishing my face on it. “Things will settle down before you know it, in the meantime, we’re all here for you. You’re not alone in this.” Rowan and Bliss nod in agreement, and I see Lister hug Jimmy closer. Jimmy takes a breath and nods as well.

“Thanks Angel. And good luck with your exam. We’ll see you over the holidays.” He smiles.

“Yeah you got this Angel, go smash it!” Bliss chimes in, giving me a thumbs up and a grin. I say one last goodbye to them all, and hang up.

I look back down at my pizza, still uneaten. I need to stop letting myself get distracted during phone calls. I can eat and talk to my friends at the same time. I’m usually a master at it.

“Fereshteh!” I look up again. Either I’m going loony, or someone just said-

“FERESHTEH!” I turn around and see Mollie and Christina barrelling towards me, with the most excitement I’ve ever seen on a students’ face during exam season. They crash into my table and both start talking at once.

“Have you seen??”

“Did you know??”

“How long have they been together?!”

“Oh my god is this why you won’t tell us about what happened in Kent?!”

“Woah, easy on the interrogation! Seriously, you guys need to work on your interview skills.” I put my hands up in surrender and laugh. Mollie rolls her eyes at me.

“So? Did they tell you or what?” She asks again. I roll my eyes back at her.

“You know I don’t want to tell you guys anything about the boys. They trust me, and I’m not going to fuck that up because of some shit a tabloid prints.”

“How dare you appeal to our morality and ethics, we want gossip dammit!” Christina giggles, lightly banging her fist down on the table.

“Then stick to the Twitter pages.” I stick my tongue out at her. Mollie and Christina are two of my housemates, and are part of the Ark fandom. I never planned on telling them about Kent, but they figured out who I was thanks to the pictures of me and Jimmy on the train. I didn’t think you could tell it was me, but fangirls are like master detectives. They figured it out in less than a week. They haven’t told anyone though, they’re good mates.

“So how are you feeling about all of this? Whether you knew or not, having it out in the press like this is a lot to handle, especially after last time.” Mollie says, now in serious mode.

“It is a lot, definitely, but they’ll be fine. They’ve had this happen before and they know what to expect from the fans. I just wish I could be there for them.” I say, sitting back in my chair.

“I get

that, it must suck that you guys are so far apart now.” Christina chimes in.

“I mean it’s not like we ever lived close to each other before. The only reason we even crossed paths over the summer was because I was staying with a friend. But yeah, being away from them all is kind of hard sometimes.” I sigh dramatically, making Mollie and Christina grin.

“Are you going to visit them over Christmas?” Christina asks.

“I’m definitely going to visit my friend in London again, for a day or two, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to see the boys.” I quickly lie. ��They cut back on public events but they’re still really busy most of the time. And this,” I gesture to my phone “definitely won’t help.”

“We’ll keep an eye on fandom updates for you, and try to shut any mentions of Jowan down,” Mollie says, reaching across the table and giving my hand a gentle squeeze. I squeeze hers back and give her a grateful smile. I mostly stopped interacting with the fandom after meeting the boys, reading fanfiction, and discussing theories with other fans just feels weird and creepy to do when the people you’re talking about are your friends. So it’s nice that I have Mollie and Christina looking out for them, and doing what I can’t. Christina has a pretty big following on Tumblr, and Mollie’s a Twitter ace, so I trust them to hold their ground with the fandom.

“Okay, you don’t have to give us any details, but genuinely, what do you think of Lister and Jimmy as a couple? Because I don’t think the fandom could handle a breakup.” Christina says after a while, making me laugh.

“Pfft, yeah I don’t think the boys could handle a breakup, either.” I smile. “But honestly? I think they’ll be good for each other. Lister is good at helping Jimmy relax and step out of his anxiety bubble, and Jimmy can help reign in Lister’s chaotic energy. Plus they’re freaking cute together, I mean just look at this picture!” I finish, gesturing dramatically to my phone again.

“They are so cute!” Mollie nods in agreement. “I’m actually shocked no one thought to ship them together before.”

“That’s the Jowan storm, for you,” Christina adds. “Can’t believe we ever shipped that.”

“So gross.” I shudder at the thought. Suddenly the alarm I’d set this morning went off, making us all jump.

“What’s that?” Mollie asks. I check the screen and practically leap out of my seat.

“Oh shit, my exam starts in 10 minutes!” I say, gathering my stuff up as quickly as I can. I say my goodbyes to Mollie and Christina and start running back across campus to the exam hall.

I make it just in time, much to the invigilator’s chagrin, check my bag in at the desk at the back of the hall, and collapse into my assigned seat. The exam starts, and it’s only when it does that my stomach reminds me that I never actually ate lunch. Shit.

I start to silently scold myself for being so stupid, when my mind starts drifting to the video chat with Jimmy and the others. He and Lister looked so comfortable with each other. Makes sense, they've known each other for so long. But even still, Jimmy looked so much happier once Lister sat down with him, and Lister himself practically seemed at home with Jimmy’s arms wrapped around him. I smile at my exam paper.

I’m so happy for them.

#osemanverse #i was born for this #iwbft #bicci #angel rahimi #jimmy kaga ricci #lister bird #juliet schwartz #bliss lai

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footballfanfictions · 3 years

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The thrill of the chase - Chapter Two

Pairings: Mason Mount/OC, Ben Chilwell/OC

Authors Note: Sorry that this has taken a little longer than anticipated and thank you so much for all the love for the first part.

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One of the main drawbacks of working with social media, is that you are always on social media and you’re constantly bombarded with information and images that make you feel downright crap about yourself.

I’d been asked to take over the instagram page of one of the high profile players at the club and his entire feed was just one supermodel and influencer after the other with the odd footballer thrown in to balance it out. They were all so stunning that it truly made me feel awful about myself, how could it not? My salary was pretty good for a new graduate but not quite good enough for weekly manicures, lip fillers and hair extensions and my time management wouldn’t stretch for that either, I barely made my eyebrow wax appointments.

I was trying to avoid looking at the player’s DMs while I posted a few pictures from the pre-season training sessions to his feed, but the notifications pinging every few minutes was getting quite annoying.

Has it been Brianna with access to his account and not me, she would have gone straight to his messages to read them. I preferred to live in blissful ignorance to the sleazy ways of the men around me. I already felt like finding a good guy was absolutely hopeless.

I had been renting a flat and I was saving for a deposit to buy a house, hoping that by the time I had saved up enough to buy that I would have found the right person to live with. If I were to attempt this alone, with London house prices I would be around 60 by the time I had saved enough alone.

The message notifications continued to come in and whoever Sam was, she was really keen.

I logged out after posting the final image and prayed I wouldn’t have to go into it again. The less I knew about their private lives, the better. It would be pretty awkward to be sat in the staff and players’ family box at a game knowing that the wife of someone I knew was cheating was close by. Best to steer clear of those complications.

Brianna hadn’t visited my office at all and by 12 I was both worried and hungry and decided to go looking for her.

I tried the kit room first but it was empty and surprisingly tidy. Dave kept a tight ship and liked everything to be in its place but it wasn’t often possible with the sheer volume of kits that needed to be looked after.

As I backed out of the kit room and closed the door, I felt something hit me in the back.

“Sorry” mumbled the voice from behind me. “I was looking for Dave, I need a new top.”

I knew who it was but I didn’t really want to turn around and look at him.

“They’re not in there, I was just looking for him and Brianna too.” I responded in an emotionless tone, shrugging.

“Why are you being so weird?” he asked.

I turned to face him then and gave him a look of contempt before I answered him. “Maybe I just don’t enjoy spending time around footballers?”

“No offence love, but I think you might be in the wrong job if that is the case.” he put his hand on the door, next to my head where I was practically pinned against the door by how close he was to me. Only then did I realise that the training top that he was wearing was ripped, front he shoulder to his navel, the material hanging and exposing his toned chest and abs. I tried to look away but he had caught me looking and was now smirking.

“Maybe it’s just you that puts me off.” I shrugged as I ducked under his arm, escaping from my position between him and the door.

“You really don’t like me?” He huffed. “I don’t remember doing anything to offend you personally.”

“Maybe I’m offended that privileged young lads get money, fame and praise just for kicking a ball around a muddy field. Try something more impressive, like curing cancer or performing life saving surgery, ending world hunger, ending wars.” I groaned in frustration. Maybe that was the truth of it. Why should he get all the praise and admiration that he got, just for playing a sport? There were so many incredible people in the world doing, or working towards the things in that list that never got half the praise that Mason Mount did for kicking a ball.

He looked a bit dumb struck.

I went in again, “Maybe I don’t like you assuming that I should be into you, just because you’re Mason Mount, England and Chelsea midfielder. Maybe that’s what the girls in the club that throw themselves at your feet are into, but it’s not for me.”

I made to leave and he grabbed my hand and mumbled, “Sorry, I’ll leave you alone from now on.”

I didn’t respond. Just pulled my hand from his and stormed off towards the boot room, leaving him outside of the kit room in his ripped shirt.

“Fuck it smells like feet in here.” I complained, walking into the boot room with my nose pinched between my fingers in disgust.

“When I said that I liked shoes to dad, this is not what I meant.” Brianna laughed.

“What are you doing in here, I didn’t think boots were part of your job?” I asked, perching on one of the benches while Bri sat on the floor, sorting through a massive pile of boots to try and match up the pairs. They were in all sorts of bright colours and differing sizes. If I had to guess, I’d guess that she had been at her task for hours.

“Dad and the boot guy had some sort of emergency” she shrugged.

I laughed at that, wondering what kind of emergency you could have that involved kits and boots. Maybe they hadn’t ordered the right brand or something and one of the stars wasn’t going to get his cash from his boot deal if they didn’t find him the right pair.

There was a little tap on the sliding glass door that lead out onto the pitches and stood there was the guy from the other day that had held the door to the cafeteria open for us. He looked a little sheepish.

“Are you going to let him in?” I asked Bri, trying to unbury her from the pile of boots by throwing some of them into a pile, all of the orange ones in one corner, the yellow in another pile and pink in another and so on.

“Oh yeah.” she said, standing and brushing herself off, and adjusting her skirt that rode up her thighs slightly. The guy had noticed and I watched as he tried to look away and then down at his feet. At first I hadn’t thought that his shyness was that genuine. Footballers were all confident cocky little shits in my book, I’d never met one that was shy and unsure of himself.

Bri unlocked the door and let him in.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but only one of these fits” he said, holding up a pair of lime green boots and giving Bri an apologetic smile.

“Oh shit” she said, taking the pair from him and inspecting them. “I’ve given you one 10 and one 9.5.” she looked through the pile of lime green boots until she said “aha!” triumphantly brandishing another size 10 boot. “Here you go my love.”

That as just Bri’s way, she called everyone little pet names all the time, but he didn’t know that and he was blushing profusely and I was almost certain that his hands were shaking as he laced the boots up.

“Thank you so much.” he mumbled, looking like he was about to die of embarrassment. He turned to walk back out of the sliding door, but hadn’t realised that Bri had shut it behind him, so he ended up walking straight into the glass, hitting it with enough force to emmit a cracking noise from his nose which was suddenly streaming with blood.

I jumped up from my seat and crossed the room to him, avoiding the piles of boots the best that I could, not wanting to add myself to the casualty list.

I had an unused tissue in my pocket, that I took out and pressed to his nose. It was instantly bright red and the blood poured straight through it.

“Bri can you go and warn the medical room that we need to bring him down?” I asked.

She nodded in agreement and rushed out of the room.

I put my arm around his waist and guided him back over to the benches. He sat down and I slipped my cardigan off. It was a very thin material and already a deep shade of red. I didn’t let him protest as I replaced the tissue with my cardigan. It was the best that we had, and he looked like he was in a lot of pain.

“I’ve never seen anyone get that flustered before.” i laughed, sitting down beside him. He managed to give me a pained grin.

‘It’s Bri isn’t it? Is she why you were waiting by the canteen door the other day?” I asked gently, patting him reassuringly on the back. “I wanted to send her out of the room so that I could ask you, and also to reassure you that you shouldn’t be embarrassed about this. I’ve seen Bri do a lot more embarrassing things. She’s always falling over and hurting herself. You would make quite the pair.” I laughed.

He shook his head and mumbled “I can’t ask her out”.

“Why the hell not?” i scoffed.

“She has a boyfriend doesn’t she?” he shrugged, looking really sombre.

“Ah no, not anymore. Things are definitely over between her and that prick, and between you and me, if she ever gets back together with him, I’ll give her a matching broken nose.” I bumped shoulders with his, trying to cheer him up, just as Bri came back into the room and told us that the medical room were waiting for him.

“Can you come with me?” he asked, not talking to Bri, but to me instead.

“Sure, I would do anything to get out of work this afternoon. Our twitter page today is just full of fans that are disappointed that we didn’t use the Hazard money to sign Messi.” I laughed, getting up and guiding him towards the door.

“Can we catch up later?” I asked Bri before leaving the room, she nodded and told me she would be free all evening.

As we walked down the corridor I said to him “See, no plans to see a boyfriend” and he blushed again.

One of the medical assistants rushed out to meet us and guided him into the room exclaiming “Billy, what the hell? How have you done that?”

He shrugged, clearly feeling embarrassed about how he had injured himself. So when they looked over at me for clarification, I shrugged too.

Billy wasn’t the only player needing the use of the treatment room. As he sat down on one of the chairs, I noticed that Ben was in there too.

The medic went about dabbing Billy’s nose and he cried out in pain.

“Sorry about your cardigan.” he said, looking down at the red material on his lap. He didn’t need it now that he was getting patched up.

“Honestly don’t worry about it Billy.” I grinned.

The medic then mumbled something about needing something and left the room.

That gave Billy a bit more confidence to talk about what had happened.

“And thank you for the advice about your friend.” Billy seemed a bit happier as he said that, and I could see Ben out of the corner of my eye looking over at us as Billy spoke.

“Please tell me you’re going to ask her out!” Ben laughed.

I turned to look at him and smiled. “You know?”

Ben nodded and looked at Billy with a horrified expression “Oh god, you asked her out and she punched you.”

I shook my head. “Not exactly.” I said.

“The boyfriend was here for some reason, and he punched you?’ Ben went on, standing up and coming over to Billy. He walked with a slight limp.

He stood in between us.

“Why are you in here if you don’t mind me asking?” I looked down at his leg while asking the question.

“It’s my hamstring, nothing too serious.” He smiled.

“Don’t laugh at me when I tell you how I did this.” Billy warned, pointing at his nose. “I walked into a sliding glass door that I thought was open, all because she gave me a pair of boots and called me love.” he groaned, covering his face in embarrassment.

Ben laughed and clapped Billy on the back with his hand. “Oh mate, no wonder you’re embarrassed.” he then addressed me, asking “Just how cringy was it?”

I shook my head before answering him, “I honestly don’t think it was that bad. Bri is pretty oblivious sometimes and I don’t actually think she realised the real reason for you hurting yourself. So if you were to pluck up the courage to speak to her, I wouldn’t even bring it up.”

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The next day, I was looking out at the training pitches while I waited for the coffee machine to finish making my drink when there was a gentle tap on my door.

I crossed the room and opened it, expecting it to Bri or maybe even the club photographer giving me some new pictures of the squad to use, but it was Ben.

“Hi, are you free?” he asked, giving me one of his sweet smiles.

“Yeah come in.” I said, stepping back into my office and letting him pass me so that I could hold the door open.

“That coffee smells nice”. He remarked.

“Do you want one? Or did I put you off the other day?” I smiled.

“Ah no thanks, and no you didn’t put me off. I’ve never really liked the stuff. I like the smell of coffee, it just doesn’t taste as good as it smells.” as he spoke I realised that he was holding something in a plastic bag.

He realised that I was looking at it. “It’s your cardigan. I washed it for you at home. Think I got all the blood out but it’s red so I can’t really tell.”

I was for once, speechless. It was a small gesture but it was really kind all the same. I thought about making a witty remark about it actually being his mother or an employed cleaner that washed it for him but I just couldn’t bring myself to.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that. It’s only an old primark cardigan.” I said, taking the bag from him.

I suddenly felt a bit flustered in his company. He had that charming smile and didn’t really look like a cocky footballer to me. He didn’t act like one much either, he was just kind of like the guy next door, or the guy you would see on Tinder with a picture of him with his mates at the only photo on the profile so you couldn’t tell which one you were swiping for.

In all honesty, he kind of reminded me of my ex boyfriend Rory. He had the same sort of look, and they had similar accents. Maybe it was nostalgia that made me find being around Ben comforting.

‘I think your coffee is done.” he said, gesturing to the machine.

I nodded and walked over to the machine, taking the cup and adding some creamer and sugar. As I stirred the cup, he leant against my desk and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Something is bothering me if I’m honest.” he said.

“What is it?” I asked curiously.

“Mason said that you told him that you hate all footballers because we’re privileged and get too much clout for what we do.” He looked slightly disappointed in me. “Thing is, I don’t entirely disagree with you. Maybe we do get paid too much for what we do, and maybe doctors and nurses deserve way more praise than we do. I also don’t think that you hate all footballers. You were really kind to Blly yesterday and he won’t forget that in a hurry. You really helped him.” he continued.

“I don’t hate Billy, and I don’t think I hate you either.” I said quietly, taking a sip of my coffee.

“That is interesting.” he grinned, as he took one of my hands and guided me over to him, to stand in between his legs where he now sat on the edge of my desk.

Instinctively I put my coffee cup down and he put his arms around my waist.

“It’s interesting?-” he cut me off before I could say anything else, by pressing his lips against mine. The kiss is soft and gentle and lasts only a few seconds. He testing me and my brain is going in so many different directions. Am I actually going back on all of my principles and kissing a fucking footballer right now? And am I only doing it because he reminds me of my ex?

He moves to pull away, breaking the contact between our lips and I let out the tiniest whimper before putting my hand on the back of his head and pulling him back in for more. This time his tongue slips past my parted lips. My hand at the back of his head grips a generous handful of his hair and one of his hands makes its way to my bum.

My body feels like it is on fire. It has been a bloody long time since anyone kissed or touched me, and I hadn’t quite realised just how starved of affection I had been until I got a taste of it, a taste of him.

The telephone on my desk started to ring,and although I tried to ignore it, I just couldn’t. My job meant a lot to me and if it were Marina or someone of equal importance I would be chastised for missing the call.

We broke the kiss at the same time and I apologised to him. He grinned and fired back that I didn’t need to apologise and that he needed to get back to training, and by the time I picked up the phone, he was gone.

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Riding High

Ch18: Sugar

Chapter Summary: It’s July, and Fliss’ birthday…

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.!!!

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Ok, so I know you’ve all been on edge since He-who-shall-not-be-named was released on parole and I hope this chapter doesn’t disappoint. We’ll be gearing up for a bit of a rough time over the next few chapters for Friss so buckle up…

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 17

July 2018

“So now what?” Mary looked at Fliss as the two of them sat side by side at the table, both looking at the laptop in front of them.

“See these spaces here…” Fliss said, pointing to two empty squares dotted in the unpublished Internet Page and then to the larger space at the top “Now we need to add the photos…”

They were working on a project of sorts for Sandybrook’s website. They’d decided to give Monty his own little weekly blog for the summer called “The Life of Monty” which Mary had eagerly said she wanted to write, something for her to do over the break. “Ooh, ok!” Mary nodded “I already know which ones I want to use!” “Yeah?” Fliss looked at her.

“I want that one that has me, you and Monty in…you know the one that Frank likes where we are both laughing.” Fliss smiled “Ok, we can use that one.” “And then the other one is the one where Monty had the Party Hat on because it was his birthday.” “Good choice.” Fliss smiled “And what about the one across the top.” “The one of him in the pasture.” Mary said after a moment “Where he is looking up and pulling the funny face, you know with all his teeth out?”

Fliss grinned “Yeah, it looks like he is smiling.” Mary nodded eagerly “Yup.” With a move of the mouse, Fliss set to work selecting the photos, ensuring that they were positioned and sized right for the frames. She couldn’t help but smile at the one of her and Mary. Mary was looking at the camera, laughing a lot whilst Fliss was, in turn, watching her and laughing too. Frank had been trying to take the photo of the 2 of them but Bill had been stood behind him, pulling stupid faces which had reduced Mary to tears, and her giggles had then set Fliss off. Frank said he adored the photo, that much in-fact it was now the screen-saver on his phone.

Fliss clicked save and then looked at Mary. “Wanna give it a final read over, check if you want to add anything else?”

Mary nodded.

“Ok, you do that I’m gonna start dinner.” “What are we having?” Mary looked at her.

“Carbonara. That ok?”

Mary grinned her approval as Fliss stood up, dropped a kiss to Mary’s head and walked into the kitchen.

It wasn’t long before Frank came home and greeted Mary before he headed into the kitchen area. He wrapped his arms round Fliss from behind, dropping a kiss to her neck.

“Good day?” he asked and she hmmed in agreement.

“Not bad…are you filthy, as usual?”

He chuckled as he let her go and moved to the fridge. She stopped what she was doing and turned to face him as he reached in for the water jug. He was, as always, covered in grime from his work and Fliss bit her lip. There was definitely something about seeing him in his dirty work jeans and grubby T-shirts that got her blood pumping.

“Stop it.” he said, giving her a look, knowing full well what she was thinking. She shrugged and with a grin turned back to the food.

“Oh, erm, wanted to check…are you if we use photos of Mary for her blog on the website?” Fliss asked, turning back to him.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” “It’s a public sight.” Fliss shrugged “Just wanted to check that’s all.” “It’s fine.” Frank said, placing a kiss to her cheek “I think it’s a really good idea anyway, give her something to do and practice her writing. Like Bonnie said, she’s sharp on the numbers but could do with honing up her English a little bit. She’s too logical, this should give her something to be creative with and keep her occupied over the break.”

And you…he refrained from adding. In the week following the notification that parole had been granted, John had been released. And this had set Fliss on edge. One night after she had snapped at Frank, causing a full scale argument over the fact he had bought the wrong type of salad dressing, she’d broken down and confessed that she wasn’t sleeping properly and this was causing stupid things, like Ranch v French dressing, to tip her over the edge.

The day after her spectacular salad dressing related melt down, Greg, who had already requested details of the terms of his release, came over and the 3 of them gone through, in detail what it meant realistically for Fliss.

“Basically it’s as good as you could hope for.” Greg explained “He is forbidden from contacting you or any of your family in any way, via any means. He is State-bound to Massachusetts, specifically the Boston area. He’s tagged, and on a curfew between the hours of 7pm and 7am. And moreover the authorities here are following the UK’s lead as well and trialling these new GPS tracking tags, which they’ve deemed him eligible for. So at any time, any place, they’ll be able to lock onto his whereabouts…”

“So if he does breach his conditions…” Fliss started and Greg nodded “They’ll be on him like a shot.” he said, with a gentle smile “Look, I know this is shit…but you really do have nothing to worry about. One breach and he’s back inside. And when he reaches the end of his parole, we’ll file for an injunction with the same conditions. Keep him away from you.”

Since the conversation with Greg, Fliss had calmed down somewhat but still, in week following her confession she didn’t spend a night away from Frank, seemingly coping better with the fact that she was around him, and even when he wasn’t there, the fact she was in his apartment gave her some safety and comfort.

So he’d asked her to move in permanently 3 days ago. Which he was still waiting for an answer on.

“What you thinking?” her voice broke through his thoughts.

“Honestly?”

“Always.” she nodded.

“When you’re gonna give me an answer to that question I asked you a few days back.” She took a deep breath and looked down at the floor before she looked up at him, a soft smile on her face.

“Are you sure you want me here, full time, and you’re not just asking because-“

“Lissy…” he cut her off, shaking his head “I’d have asked you move in here the day I did if I’d thought you’d have said yes. I’d love you to come live with us. And I know Mary would too…” “Ok, that’s blackmail.” she narrowed his eyes at the fact he’d dropped Mary into the equation and he grinned. “Is it working?”

She bit her lip and nodded “Yeah, ok, I’d love to…” “Yeah?” he said, a huge smile spreading across his face, warmth flooding his chest.

“Yeah…” she nodded, and grinned as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Gross…” Mary mumbled as she walked past the pair of them to the fridge, retrieving a juice box. . Frank broke away to look at her as she stabbed the straw into the hole at the top.

“Better get over it Stack.” he smirked. “Fliss just agreed to come live with us.” “Really?” her eyes widened and she grinned as Fliss nodded. Mary moved over to the pair of them and wrapped her arms around them both, Frank’s hand falling to the back of her head as she looked up at him. “Does that mean I don’t need to eat any more of your cooking, like ever again?”

Frank rolled his eyes and glanced at Fliss who was chuckling slightly “Trust me Mary…” she said, grinning “I’ve no intention of eating his cooking either.”

***** Of course Verity and Bill were over the moon when Fliss told them she was moving into Frank’s, and the next week or so they all spent doing various runs with the things she decided she needed to take. Everything else she would be leaving in the annex to either throw or store at a later date.

Considering the amount of time they spent together, it wasn’t a huge change for them, it just meant that the comfortable routine they adopted when they were together became a daily one, and it suited the pair of them just fine. Frank also surprised Fliss by getting her a vanity unit which she had made a passing comment about, making space for it in their room.

After 3 weeks it had become the new normal for them. They shared chores, shared Activity Club runs, grocery shopping, bills…Frank had tried to object to that one but Fliss had put her foot down insisting that if she was living there she was paying her way so he’d caved in the end and agreed. Fliss felt happy, safe, secure, loved...and Frank was over the moon simply knowing he had her to come home to every night.

One particular evening, a few days before her Birthday they were due to meet Evelyn for dinner as she was in town again to visit Mary, but Fliss was running ridiculously late, and as a consequence was in a total flap

“Fuck, fuck…” she groaned, jumping out of the jeep and calling Thor to her. “Come on buddy…”

She hurried across the lawns and threw the door to the apartment open, Thor shooting in before her.

“I’m so sorry I’m late…” she instantly began apologising as she walked into the living area and groaned loudly “The last lesson overran and then one of the waterers broke in the livery barn, flooded Horatio’s stable…” “It’s ok, calm down…” Frank chuckled, dropping a kiss to her cheek. “How did it break?”

“He’s been scratching his arse on it.” she said, rubbing at her temple “He broke it off the wall. We turned the supply off but I had to sort his bed before I left, then call his owner to tell her…” she groaned “Fucking nightmare.” “Want me to take a look at it?”

Fliss shook her head “Dad’s gonna do it tomorrow, keep him busy. He always moans at me for asking you and not…” she trailed off as she spotted Evelyn who was sat on one of the chairs in the living room. “Oh, Evelyn…hi. Sorry, I didn’t realise you were coming here…I thought…”

“We were…” Frank explained “But Mary wasn’t feeling too good so I suggested to Mother she come here instead.” “Oh, no, is she ok?” Fliss asked.

“Too much sun I think, she’s been running around at the Activities Camp all day and hardly drunk anything, despite the lecture you gave her. She’s had some water and gone for a nap. She’ll be fine when it’s time for dinner.”

“I thought seeing as we can’t go out I’d treat you to take out.” Evelyn spoke, standing up. Fliss eyed her for a moment before she shrugged.

“I can make something.” she offered, and Frank shook his head. “No, Lissy…” “I can do chicken with that pear and blue cheese salad you and Mary liked.” Fliss said, “Surely that’s gonna be better for her than a take out if she’s feeling shitty?”

Frank looked at her and then to his mother “That ok with you?” “Sure, that sounds good.” Evelyn nodded “but only if it’s no trouble.” “It’s fine.” Fliss nodded “Let me go take a shower and then I’ll get started ok?” Frank nodded and dropped a kiss to her cheek before she headed off to the bathroom. Thor made his way into the living room and took his usual place on the rug, flopping down as he looked up at Evelyn as she followed Frank over to the kitchen area. He pulled a bottle of white wine out of the fridge and held it up.

“Sancerre?” Evelyn arched an eyebrow. “And a pretty good one too…” “Fliss’ choice, not mine. I assume that means you’d like a glass.” “I don’t want to put you out Frank.” she said, and he shook his head.

“You’re here now so…” he said “Oh, we normally eat outside but I’m not sure if Mary’s-”

“What, in open view of everyone?” Evelyn asked, horrified “It’s hardly-“ She stopped dead as Frank shot her a look, and held her hands up. “Point taken…”

Frank poured her a glass then got a beer for himself and leaned back against the counter as his Mother nodded appreciatively at the wine.

“So, pear and blue cheese…” she said and Frank looked at her “You hated cheese as a child.” “Well, I like it now.” he shrugged “And Mary loves that salad so…” “It’s not a dish I would normally associate with a child to be honest.” Evelyn mused.

“Well, I think we can both agree Mary isn’t a particularly standard child so…”

At that point Fred sauntered into the kitchen, straight to his food bowl. Evelyn eyed him, before she turned to Frank and smiled “I already took a Benadryl…” He snorted and a few seconds later Mary appeared.

“Hi Grandmother. Fliss said you were here.” “You feeling ok?” Frank asked as she walked over to him. He swung her up and she rest her head on his shoulder, nodding. “Want some more water?” “Fliss told me to ask for the elec…erm…the electo-” “Electrolytes” he said, nodding. “Not a bad shout…”

He set her on the counter and then reached into the cabinet to the right of the sink where they kept the medical supplies and pulled a sachet from the box. Grabbing a glass he pulled the Filter jug out of the fridge and made her the drink before he handed it to her. “Take it slow ok?” She nodded and took it from him with a thanks, sipping at it carefully, pulling a face. “What flavour is that?” “It says orange.” he answered, looking at the packet.

“Well it’s wrong. That’s disgusting.” “It’s good for you, so stop complaining.” Frank tossed the empty sachet into the trash.

To his surprise he heard his mother chuckling and he turned to look at her. “I remember giving you something similar when you came home with sunstroke from playing Baseball all afternoon. You spat it out and told me you’d rather die than drink it.” Frank gave a huff and then turned to Mary who was grinning ear to ear “Don’t even think about it.” he pointed at her.

She shrugged and then took another mouthful, grimacing as she drank. “Please can I get down?” Frank obliged and watched as she headed off to the sofa, Thor jumping up besides her, settling his head in her lap.

“Go and talk to her.” Frank looked at his mother “That’s why you’re here, to spend time with her. Not me.”

Evelyn nodded, and for a moment Frank thought he saw a flicker of emotion in the woman’s eyes, but as quick as it had flashed across her face it was gone and she turned and made her way into the sofa. Frank leaned on the edge of the archway which led into the living area and watched as she sat down in the chair she had occupied previously before he heard the door to the bathroom open again, signalling Fliss was out of the shower. He moved to start taking the different things they needed to make dinner out of the fridge and turned on the oven before he seasoned the chicken breasts just as she had shown him with salt, pepper, chilli and a squeeze of lime. He dropped it onto a tray, placed it in the oven and was washing his hands when Fliss walked dressed casually in a pair of shorts and a fading Guns N Roses tank top. She was barefoot and her damp hair was piled up on her head in a haphazard bun. This was Frank’s favourite way to see her. Completely relaxed and at home.

“Chicken’s in.” he said as he turned to the fridge and then poured her a glass of wine.

“Thank you.” she smiled, taking a sip.

“Can I show Evelyn around?” Mary asked, and Frank turned to her.

“Finished your drink?” “Yeah.” “Ok then yes, of course you can.” She stood up and Evelyn followed, giving the pair of them a smile as she passed by the kitchen area of the open plan living space

“Oh, Felicity.” “Fliss, please.” Fliss nodded to her as she turned back to what she was doing.

“Fliss, sorry, but could I be awkward?” Evelyn asked.

“No doubt you can.” Fliss mumbled between gritted teeth and Frank smirked to himself before she tuned to look at Evelyn.

“Could I ask for my salad dressing on the side?”

“That’s fine.” Fliss nodded “I’ll make you a separate bowl.” “Thank you, that’s very kind.” Evelyn smiled before she headed out after Mary.

“If she doesn’t eat this, then she’s gonna be wearing it.” Fliss looked at Frank who let out a laugh as he chopped up the slices of cucumber.

“Now that I would pay to see.” “I’ll do it for free.” Fliss narrowed her eyes.

Frank chuckled again as they continued to make their food. After about 10 minutes or so, just as they were dropping the salad bowls onto the table, Evelyn and Mary re-appeared.

“You’ve made a nice home, certainly considering the area anyway.” Evelyn said, as Frank invited her to sit at the table before he headed back to grab the bottle of wine, a beer for himself and more water for Mary.

Fliss rolled her eyes” The area is fine, and Frank did it all, not me. Well, him and my dad. I only moved in a few weeks ago.”

“Yes, he does speak very highly of your parents.” “Well they love him.” Fliss shrugged “But then again what’s not to love.”

Evelyn looked at Fliss for a moment as Frank made his way back to the table, and they all settled down and began to eat. As she had been at Mary’s birthday, his mother was polite, nodding appreciatively at the food, joining in the conversation and she sat with Mary once they’d finished so Mary could show he the latest installation of Monty’s blog. After another bottle of wine and a few more beers, Frank realised it was getting quite late and then told Mary she needed to be getting ready for bed. Evelyn took this as her queue to call for her driver, which Frank was pleased about as it saved him having to ask her to leave.

Mary headed for a shower and the three adults made small talk until she reappeared in her pyjamas just as Evelyn’s driver called to announce his arrival. She bid Mary goodnight and then Frank made to walk her down to her car when the woman surprised him and looked at Fliss.

“Could you…I’d like to speak to you.” Fliss looked at Frank before she shrugged “Yeah, sure…” Frank frowned, but didn’t object. He looked at his mother and nodded “Let me know when you want to see her again.”

“I was actually wondering if she could come to Boston for a few days.” Evelyn said and Frank took a deep breath. “Obviously, when it’s convenient.” “Maybe.” He nodded “Goodbye Evelyn.” “Yes, I’ll call you.” she nodded and then the two women headed out of the apartment. Fliss stuck her hands in her pockets as they walked.

“I’m glad he took my advice.” Evelyn broke the silence “Regarding you, I mean…”

“Yeah he told me what you said to him.” Fliss gave a snort “Gotta say I was surprised after I’d unleashed quite a nasty verbal tirade on you…” “Well I think all things considered at the time I deserved it.” Evelyn shrugged “And I’m not surprised you hate me so-“

“I don’t hate you Evelyn.” Fliss cut her off, shaking her head “I hate what you did to Frank and Mary, and honestly? I still don’t understand it.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing.” “But how?” Fliss pressed “How was tearing a girl away from the only father figure she has ever known, the man that has cared for her and loved her since she was six months old the right thing?”

Evelyn shook her head “I know Frank and I made an assumption-” “No, you knew Frank.” Fliss looked at her, “It was, what? Almost 8 years since you saw him last when you turned up…and how long was it before he left Boston since you actually had a conversation with him? I just…” Fliss trailed off and looked down at her feet before she glanced back at Frank’s mother “it baffles me how someone can be so callous towards their own child, that’s all.”

Fliss watched as Evelyn stopped and looked at her “What do you want me to say?” “An apology might not go amiss…” “I did that with his birthday card, paying the fees…” “Money doesn’t make it ok Evelyn.” Fliss sighed, “And a card isn’t the same as saying it to his face…” she scratched at her head “If you want to try and salvage something from this mess, have some form of relationship with your son…” “What makes you think-“ “Because I saw you this evening, at various points, watching him…you might be able to keep your face straight but the eyes don’t lie” Fliss said gently. Evelyn looked down at the ground as Fliss continued. “I suggest you start with a verbal apology, a very open and honest discussion, because that’s when you get the best out of Frank. On a face-to-face level, when he isn’t being lied or talked down to”

“You really do know him exceptionally well don’t you?” Evelyn smiled.

“Well, we’ve had enough of our own discussions recently with everything that’s been going on so…” “Right, your ex-husband.” “How do you-“ Fliss sighed, “Mary?” “No, actually, she never said a word. I looked you up.”

“Course you did.” Fliss groaned.

“I was curious about your family.” Evelyn shrugged “You have quite the back story.” “Yeah well, its history.” she said “And long may it stay that way.”

“Well I hope for all your sakes it does.” Evelyn shook her head “Nothing I can’t stand less than a man that deems it acceptable to do that. Lord knows I pushed Preston the extremes at times but he never once raised a hand to me…or his voice now that I think about it. He preferred to argue on a cerebral level...”

“Very like Frank.” Fliss smiled.

“Yes, the two are exceptionally similar.” Evelyn said as they reached the car. “Thank you for dinner Fliss, it was a very enjoyable evening.” Fliss smiled and then as Evelyn opened the car door the woman turned back to her “Just think about what I said Evelyn. You can’t turn the clock back but it’s how you go forward from here that matters.”

Evelyn nodded, and with that she climbed in the car and shut the door. Fliss watched them drive off before she turned and headed back towards the apartment. “You ok?” Frank asked, turning to look over the back of the sofa as she walked into the living area.

“Yeah, fine.” Fliss smiled. “Mary in bed?”

“She’s reading” Frank nodded “Told her you’d pop in and say goodnight.” Fliss yawned as she slid her arms round his shoulders from behind “I’ll go now, then I think I’ll get in bed myself. I’m whacked.” Frank smiled and turned his head to give her a kiss “I’m just gonna finish watching this and then I’ll be with you.” “What is it?” Fliss asked, turning her attention to the TV.

“A documentary on whales, funnily enough. You’d enjoy it…” “You’re such an old man” she teased and he scoffed.

“Not what you were saying last night.”

Fliss laughed “Well you keep yourself in good shape, what can I say.” With that she kissed his cheek and headed down the hall.

After bidding goodnight to Mary and Thor, who seemed very happy to remain in Mary’s room with Fred, she changed for bed and slipped into the sheets, stretching out before she got herself comfortable. She was dozing, drifting in and out of a light sleep when she felt Frank climb into bed behind her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her to his chest.

“Finish whale watching?” she asked as he dropped a kiss to her shoulder.

“Yeah.” he said gently. “So you gonna tell me what my mother wanted?” “Nothing much…” Fliss turned in his arms so she was facing him. “She was actually quite contrite.”

“Course she was…” “No, I mean it, I think she’s genuinely sorry.” Her hand gently traced shapes on his bicep “Maybe you should give her a chance to apologise properly.”

“That must have been one hell of a talk.” Frank snorted “You were all for dumping salad on her head before!”

“We had a very honest discussion, I got a few things off my chest.” Fliss shrugged “And, well, like it or not she’s still your mum Frank.” “No, she’s my mother.” he corrected her “Your mom is a mom.”

“Was your dad a dad or a father?” “He was a dad.” Frank said, “Most definitely.”

“Do you remember much about him?” she asked.

“Little bits.” Frank’s hand tucked her hair behind her ear. “Mostly about stuff we did. Baseball, football, when he taught me how to ride a bike. All the fun stuff you do with kids really.” he took a deep breath.

“What did he do?” “He was a Surgeon” Frank said “Neurology.” “Really?” Fliss looked up at Frank as he nodded “Well that’s pretty cool!”

“Yeah.” Frank nodded “I wanted to be just like him when I was a kid. I sometimes wonder if I idolise him a bit more because he’s dead you know but…” “Have you ever asked your mother what he was like? You know, since he died?” “Once or twice.” Frank replied “For all of Evelyn’s faults she did love Dad. She gave up her own career and research partnership she had with Cambridge in London to move to Boston when she met him. Then they had me. I think she resented me a little bit at first because me and dad were so close, and then when Diane came along that was it, Daddy’s girl...”

“No longer his main woman.” Fliss smiled.

“Something like that. You know, I do wonder at times why on Earth she had us.” Frank snorted “if we were such inconveniences…” “It can’t all have been bad.” “Well we wanted for nothing. In fact, we were both very spoilt. And yeah, we had Birthday parties, fun, vacations, trips…but when dad died…I dunno, it kinda went to rat-shit.” “It must have been hard for Evelyn you know, losing him when you were both so young.”

“Yeah.” Frank sighed “I’ve no doubt it was. I remember the police coming round and breaking the news about the accident…only time I’ve ever seen her break down.”

“You know before, she said that you remind her of your dad.” Fliss looked at him.

“Yeah she’s told me the same, last time I saw her in fact. Probably why she doesn’t particularly enjoy being around me that much.” “I think she enjoys it a lot more than she lets on.” Fliss shrugged “And besides, I enjoy being around you. And so do my parents…so…”

Frank gave her a soft smile before she leaned up and gave him a kiss. “I know…” he said, as she snuggled into his chest “And that’s all I care about.” ******

Friday rolled around and with it came Fliss’ birthday. Frank was pretty sure Mary was more excited than Fliss to give her the gifts they had bought, and with good reason. Fliss beamed as she opened her various packages from them both, which included a bottle of her favourite perfume, a pale blue and white striped sleeveless button down which Frank had thought was quite nautical so very apt and a box of British chocolate. Bonnie had also stopped round the night before to give her a bottle of her favourite gin and a huge bag of sweets which she declared she was hiding from Frank as she didn’t trust him not to eat them.

Frank then handed her the envelope with her main present in and she opened it, her mouth dropping open as she looked at the Broadway Tickets.

“Lion King?” she said, looking up at him. “We’re going to see the Lion King?” He nodded, smiling “I know you wanted to go so…” “Oh my God…thank you!” she practically squealed throwing her arms round his neck, kissing his cheek.

“You’re welcome.” he smiled, winking at Mary over his shoulder. She gave him the thumbs up. Fliss turned back to look at the pile of presents arranged on the coffee table before Mary handed her another smaller wrapped one.

“This is from me…and Fred…and Thor.” she added and Fliss smiled, unwrapping the small black box. She opened it, and a small card fell out which she picked up and read out loud.

“We hope you enjoy your “Precious Paws” hand-made resin beads…” she trailed off, and glanced down at the charms in more detail. One was green speckled with gold and the other was blue speckled with silver.

“The green one has some of Heidi’s tail hair in it…” Mary pointed as Fliss gently took it from the box to examine it in more detail, clearly seeing where the hair was wound through the resin of the bead “And the Blue one has Thor’s in.”

“I…” Fliss felt herself choke up “Mary these are beautiful, where did you…” “Joanne told me about them.” Mary said, and Frank smiled at her “And then Frank helped me order them…” “They’re not officially Pandora but the woman said when we emailed her they’d fit the standard bracelet.” He said as she turned her head to look at him, her eyes shining.

“Thank you both, so much…” she turned to Mary and wrapped her up in a hug before she did the same to Frank, giving him a soft kiss “Love you.” “Happy birthday Sweetheart.” he smiled, hugging her again.

As Fliss had booked the day off, so had Frank so the three of them along with Thor and Fred spent the afternoon after visiting Fliss’ mum and dad on one of the boats belonging to Paul, the owner of the shop Frank worked in. Frank had deliberately chosen one of the smaller ones so they could access the small stretch of sand just off St Pete’s beach that they all loved. It was quieter than the main beach as it wasn’t reachable unless you waded or sailed over and they spent the afternoon on the beach with a few beers and a picnic, before they headed home. Mary crashed out on the way back, her head lolling on Fliss’s lap as she sat at the front of the boat, her bare feet resting on the bar in front of her, simply watching the dolphins. Thor was barking at them like mad, wagging his tail and then suddenly he shot to the bow of the boat, placing both his paws up on the metal, threatening to throw himself overboard. Frank’s hand shot out to grab his collar.

“Dumbass…” he yanked him back, and turned to Fliss “Does this mutt have a brain in his head?”

“Don’t’ talk about my baby like that…” she narrowed her eyes at Frank as she covered Thor’s ears with her hands as he sat by her feet, tail thumping on the floor. “Fred does his share of stupid shit too, like getting his head stuck in cereal boxes.”

Frank rolled his eyes “At least Fred knows not to jump in the ocean.”

“That’s because he has no sense of adventure.” Fliss shot back, causing Frank to snort. Standing up, Fliss gently moved Mary, so that she was led flat down before she stretched and moved next to Frank who tossed his arm over her shoulder.

“Had a good day?” he asked and she grinned, nodding.

“The best.” she smiled “I love it when you bring me out sailing.” “I’m driving.” he turned to face her, grinning. “You’re sailing.”

“Whatever” he mumbled as his lips pressed to hers. She snaked her arms around his neck as his slid round her back, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her deeply his tongue sliding against hers.

“You can unwrap your last present when we get home…” he said, grinning like a school boy as he rest his forehead head against hers.

“Yeah?” she asked, arching an eyebrow

“I’d let you unwrap it now but…” he nodded to Mary and she snorted.

“You know we’ve not actually done that.” she mused. “Sex on a boat I mean…” Frank let out a laugh “You harbouring a bit of a sailing kink?” “More of a sailor kink” she shot back and he shook his head, giving her another quick kiss before he turned his attention back to the boat as he guided it back into the Marina.

He made good on his promise once they got back, loved on his girl. Once in the shower and then again later on when he woke up as Fliss had done the same to use the bathroom. Frank knew he would never get tired of hearing the soft cries of his names and the various encouragements she gave him when she begged him not to stop or told him how good he was making her feel. As he tumbled right over that edge, behind her 3rd, or was it 4th orgasm, he’d lost count, his fingers tightened slightly on her hips as his head tipped back in ecstasy. He lay still, panting as she collapsed onto his chest, his hands stroking up and down her spine as she lifted her head, grinning as she caught his lips in a soft kiss before falling down onto the mattress next to him. She looked at him, her eyes flashing in the soft light that was sneaking into the room through the crack in the curtains, a look of pure love on her face, as if he had hung the moon and the stars in the sky, and it was enough to choke him up slightly. He still wasn’t sure he was worthy of her unadulterated adoration, but damned it, he’d try constantly to be the best version of himself if it kept her by his side.

He didn’t wake the next morning when Fliss’ alarm went off. Instead he woke to a gentle kiss to his cheek and as he roused himself the smell of freshly brewed coffee hit his senses. Blinking he smiled softly as Fliss placed a mug on his night stand.

“What time is it?” Frank asked.

“Just gone seven. I’ve got an early appointment with the Ariat rep at the stables, remember?” “Oh, yeah…” he yawned, rubbing his eyes.

“You told me to wake you before I left.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why I did that…” he moaned and she chuckled.

“You gonna bring Mary up later?”

“Yeah, I’ll leave he with you for the afternoon if that’s ok? Need to clean the boat and get it back.” “Course it is.” she smiled. With that she bent over to kiss him again and in a shot Frank’s arms were round her waist and she was flat on her back on the bed, laughing as he caged her with his arms.

“Frank…” she whined, as he kissed her softly “I can’t, I’m gonna be late as it is…” “One more kiss, come one…” he pleaded, and she relented as he pressed his lips to hers before she eventually pulled away and shoved on his chest. With a pout he moved allowing her to stand and she shook her head at him.

“You’ll be the death of me Frank Adler.” she said, straightening her top and he eyed her figure up as she did so and gave a shrug.

“What a way to go…” he smirked and with that she reached down, grabbed one of the various scatter cushions that lived on the bed during the day, and smacked him straight on the face with it.

He and Mary shared a lazy morning before they both dressed and headed out going via the bakery at the end of the high street to pick up a coffee and some Danishes for a late breakfast for Fliss as he knew she’d have left without eating any, she always did when she was out earlier than them. As he pulled up, Mary was out of the truck before he had stopped, something which he was fed up of telling her off for.

Frank walked into Fliss’ office where he placed the bag of food on the desk, along with the cardboard carrier which contained their coffee and gave her cheek a kiss. Mary shot into the tack room, grabbed her little box of brushes and shot off to go and see Monty.

“Bye then…” he said sarcastically, and she completely ignored him. He snorted, shaking his head as Fliss laughed.

“Busy morning?” he asked and Fliss nodded.

“I’ll say.” she nodded to the bag “Saturday’s always are…aww, you bring me breakfast?”

“If 11 am counts as breakfast” he snorted and Fliss laughed as she continued sifting through the pile of envelopes on her desk. There was one that contained a few clearly hand delivered cards, he could tell by the shape and the fact they had no post marks, and then another small pile that had arrived in the post. “Bill, bill…oh…” She stopped at a bigger envelope. “A card?”

Frank shrugged. She turned it over, ripped open the envelope and pulled out a white card with simple block writing on the front in multi-colours. With a frown she opened it and scanned the greeting, before her eyes grew wide and she threw it down onto the desk.

“Lissy?” Frank frowned, and he looked at her as she shook her head, taking a deep breath, before she swallowed and turned to face him. “Honey, what is it?” “It’s…” she swallowed, her eyes wide “That card…it’s…it’s from John.”

Frank’s face grew harsh as he grabbed the card and read the greeting. It was 3 words long. 3 simple words, but even he knew from what she’d told him about the name John used to call her, that it was from him. Happy Birthday Sugar. “Fucker.” Frank growled, tossing the card back onto the desk as Fliss turned to him and he wrapped her in his arms, letting her simply press her face into his chest. He rubbed his hand gently up and down her back as her breathing evened out and she stepped back. “You ok?” “Yeah…” she said, “Do me a favour and get rid of it.” “Don’t you wanna call the police?” he frowned.

“They’re not going to do anything about a card.�� she shook her head

“He’s broken his parole…” “And they can’t prove its him.” she sighed “They’re not gonna DNA test or whatever on that…” “Fliss…”

“No, Frank…just…” she shook her head. “Please, do what I ask and rip it up, burn it, whatever, I just…get rid of it”

“Ok, ok…” he appeased and she nodded, before she looked to the doorway and hastily her face rearranged into a smile.

“Hi Steph!” she greeted. Frank turned to see a dark haired woman dressed in riding gear, Fliss’ next client. “DJ is ready, get Jo to get you on and I’ll be out in a moment.” The woman smiled and headed off down the yard. Fliss looked at Frank.

“I didn’t think about the fact this place was so easy to find.” she shook her head “The webpage…” Frank sighed, it was something if truth be told he hadn’t considered either “Look, the worst he can do is send you shit.” he said, almost trying to convince himself as well “He can’t set foot out of Mass…he’s clearly doing this to try and upset you so…” “Well he can fuck off and die.” Fliss said venomously, “Ass hole…a fucking birthday card? He’s clearly losing his touch.” With that she gave his cheek a peck and grabbed a Danish out of the bag before she picked up her coffee. “This lesson is only half an hour so as soon as I’m done Mary can ride Monty and then she can do her jobs and stuff. You go and clear the boat from yesterday or whatever it is you were planning on doing and I’ll give you a call later ok?”

“Sure.” he nodded.

“Love you.” she smiled at him, before she left the room.

Frank watched her go before he looked at the card. She’d asked him to get rid of it…but something was telling him not to. He pondered it for a moment before he tucked the offending item back into the envelope and then curled it up so it would fit in his back pocket, before he headed out to the jeep, pulling his phone free as he walked.

“S’up Man?” Greg greeted him as he opened his truck door threw the envelope onto the passenger seat.

“I need some advice.” Frank spoke quietly, glancing over to where Fliss was now stood in the middle of the paddock, the women on the large grey horse was walking around her in a circle. “Can we meet?”

**** Chapter 19

#riding high #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x original female character #gifted #gifted fan fic

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misszura · 3 years

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Where, besides Tumblr, can people find you doing fannish things? (Obviously only mention sites and usernames you actually want to be found at. Don’t expose your secret identities on my account.)

What other names have you gone by on these platforms, including Tumblr, if any?

When did you join the IT fandom? And what got you into fandom, to begin with?

What are your favorite ships, or characters, if any, and why? What do they mean to you?

In what ways do you participate in fandom? (ex. Posting memes, reblogging/commenting on content, writing fanfic, making fanart, creating fanmixes, etc.)

Do you have any in-fandom inspirations? Other members of the community that drive you? (And if you have the time/energy, in what ways do they inspire you?)

Name and link some of your favorite works, please!

Do you have any works of your own that you feel particularly proud of, or wish more people would’ve consumed? Please provide links if possible.

Have you ever participated in a fannish event (ie. IT Week, a fic Big Bang) or applied to be a part of a fanzine? If so, which ones, and can you please link them?

Without any form of bashing or lashing out, what is something you feel this fandom is missing?

(lmao sorry I accidentally unfollowed trying to get to the ask button)

OMG, it's 2am here, and I just received this notification, so instead of watching the celling, trying to find sleep, I'll answer your questions !

(I love asking ! Thank you so much ! )

Others social medias that's it ? I have plenty of them. You can find me on twitter (@ CrazyZura) but it's mostly in french (speaking English in front of a buch of french people is hard y'know ?) I have Instagram, but it's not really interesting (except if watching me make paper boats and leave them at my university is interesting) I think it's resophinement (I'll check before posting) I also have wattpad, but as before it's in french (feel free to have a look on my unfinished works (no It there)) still CrazyZura, but I have a second account where I project to post the fanfiction I'm currently writing ! (I'm almost done ! ) Oh and I have a tik tok account ! I draw a lot, and there is some IT content there certainly CrazyZura (as @ but I think my username us wawawa, because I used to cosplay a gebderbend Wario) (don't ask he is underrated XD)

I never changed my username on those platforms, because I'm kinda a newbe on Internet, i mean, I'm here from 2015 for most of them, before I was on... YouTube i think, and Facebook. I used to have a blog, and my username was something like sosodu44 (my name + from my department) (and I'm on Tumblr for 2/3 months, I still don't know how it works)

(please tell me i understood well the question, sorry if not, I still learning foreign languages)

I'm also a newbe on the IT fandom since I watched them (2017 and 2019 version) during the lockdown, and the 1990 miniseries not long after. I'm still looking for the book, but I can't find any book shop open (and I won't buy it with Amazon.) You laugh at me if I say that I saw those movies while watching the whole Finn Wolfhard filmography ? Because it's thanks to that I'm in the fandom

My favourite characters are Stan, Richie and Patrick, and my favourite ships are probably Stozier (don't hit me please) patrick X Richie, henpat and obviously Reddie (I mean, I think everyone in the fandom like Reddie, right ?) Why ? I kin (it's the term ? Let's say it's the term) Richie and Stan (more Richie, he is my Confort character ) and Patrick, because I have a thing with unsaine bad Guys, my family always make jokes about it. (I can't help, plus the fact that he is pictured by Owen teague improve my love for him) (funfact : patrick is my Confort drawing, when I don't know what draw, it end up by Patrick) (sometimes Vic comes, because i like his character a lot too)

I love this question, because it makes me feel like I'm really a part of something even if I don't do a lot. As said before I draw Patrick a lot, not only, I draw it characters a lot (I need to find where I put my last Bill drawing ) I also have a fanfiction, but I won't post it until it's finished, because I fear to not end it, and I don't want the pressure of people asking "when is the next chapter" (if people ask that) and I'm kinda anxious that if I start post it before I finish it, I'll never finish it... (But soon ! Like before July if I work hard !). And obviously I reblog memes, I share fanarts, cosplays, tik tok, videos, and fanfiction.

Ok so this is the "sophie is going to simp over everyone" time ! Fanfictions writers who inspires me are @ fuji09 (I didn't notify them on purpose, I have to stop bothering them) they're fanfictions are really cool, and there for every tastes, I wish I could have a writing skill as good as them. There is also my friend shayla_mitchel (on Wattpad) she writes a lot about Patrick and she Helps me a lot with my work (plus she is the one who correct the English version, since my translations aren't always the best) (by that I mean : it's sometimes, when the moon is in good therms with Neptune, good enough) (in my language it's fun. I swear) there are those Cosplayers on tik tok, mostly fezilius and Synthestron, moonshine4snails, tarondactyl and aphelion (they're cosplaying with their friends, if you have time watch they're works, even if they don't do only It contents, they're really good Cosplayers that I love) (i just noticed I've mentioned only male/nb Cosplayers, so I add cospla.natro (on Instagram and tik tok) and Ligeia.cosplay (on Instagram and tik tok too) and there is also the reddie videos of kmcarras (on Instagram)

I still don't know how to put links in her (I'll try to figure out while answering) the leach series of Fuji09 (mentioned above) on AO3. A fic called When you say my name by YoungDumbandFullofHeadcanons on AO3 (really a jewelry, but a lot of tw, mostly of transphobia, be careful and take care) and a hard one called "a lot of marshmallow" by MeganRosenberg on AO3 (apparently) kinda hard because it's a violent one. There was others like Above and bellows (I think) i can't find it back to mention, I think the author deleted it.

I'm really proud of the fonction I'm currently writing, even if it's a fiction with an OC and I'm a little ashamed of that(because people judge that a lot). (As said before not posted yet) and my tik toks about Richie and patrick (the two last I've posted.

It's now 3am, and I haven't finished, my phone Will probably get out of power before the end XD (like this I'll see if Tumblr have some automatics saves)

I wish I would, but no... One day, may be if the occasion comes to me :)

I don't really know, I wish we had more content (in french for exemple ! ) But I think the fandom is kinda cool (when we forget all the ship wars and all dramas like this)

I hope I've answered well enough, I'll probably regret doing this that late tomorrow, because I probably forget a lot of things (did i mentioned that i made some It incorrects ? I don't think so) keep asking me things I'm totally open for this (idk if annon are on)

On this, I wish you a good night, or day, or whenever you are and I'm going to keep watching my celling !

Good night 🍈🍈🍈

#zurask #it 2017 #idk what put on ashtags #I'm not even sure that the right orthography?#I'm sure that's not the right one

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whumping-out-of-timee · 3 years

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How to have mismatched eye color in any picrew: a tutorial

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At the bottom I give a quick overview (but not a specific tutorial) of how you can also make various other things that are almost never available in picrews, some of these are harder than others: Other forms of Heterocromia, Inner eye ring colors, Custom scars, Custom skin tone variations (can make vitiligo, granted the picrew creator added enough skin variations), Custom hair color streaks

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Hate when you choose the perfect picrew, but your oc has some form of heterocromia and the picrew won’t let you show that?

Here’s a quick trick to fix it, with zero artistic talent required.

Everything we need is already in the picrew! We’re just going to use a simple layer trick to merge 2 of the same picrew

This will be user friendly for people who have no experience with digital art and will be done using a free mobile app. (Since most people don’t have computer drawing apps if they aren’t into digital art)

Needed: a picrew you like, a free digital art app (I’m going to use ibis paint X for this tutorial)

The link to the picrew I’ll be using for this. No orange eye color though, the one thing I needed lmao

Step 1:

Save two versions of the same picrew with differing eye colors in each as the only difference.

In my experience, the picrew stays built when you re-enter the link. So, just build it and save it as normal, then it will still be there and you can change the eye color before saving the second copy.

Your copies should look about like this: it’s important to keep the rest of picrew as a copy except for the eye color. The fewer differences, the easier it will be.

Step 2:

Ok, now the hardest part is over! Drawing apps can look scary if you’re not used to them, but it will be ok.

When we open IbisPaint X it will look like this:

You want to select ‘My gallery” and then hit the plus sign at the bottom left hand corner. You’ll then be given this menu:

Now this looks like a mess, butttt you’re just going to ignore it all and click import picture. You can then choose 1 of the picrew’s from your gallery. Don’t worry it doesn’t matter which you choose.

You will be prompted with this notification:

Cancel this. This will turn the work into lineart or something I’m not sure tbh. Not familiar with this app. But it will mess up our picrew. Accidentally did it? No problem! Just close the app and go back through the menu

Step 3:

So, now you have this:

We’re ready to overlap it with the other picrew we made!

I’m running out of the 10 photos per post, I’ll try to still give a visual for each step though. Hope it’s not confusing

1- First we’re going to hit the ‘layers’ symbol at the bottom right

2- here we can see the layers, this app seems to automatically make a new layer for a new picture, so don’t worry about any of this! Select the add photo button and choose your picrew with the opposite eye color of the 1st

3- Dont mess with these settings, just push the green check! We don’t want to move the picture since we’re relying on them being directly on top of each other

4- cancel the lineart thing again

5- Now we have 2 layers, each with 1 version of your picrew

6- you can just tap above this menu to close it. It should appear as though our picrew has changed eye color.

Step 4:

Now for the fun part! We’re going to erase one of the eyes on this top layer to reveal the other color underneath!

1- We’re going to switch from pen to eraser using this button in the bottom left hand corner.

2- For the best precision, we’re going to want to zoom in towards the eye that isn’t supposed to be the current color (we can zoom in by placing two fingers on the canvas and pulling them apart. Idk what this is called. Reverse piniching?) The other thing we’re going to do is make the eraser smaller by sliding the top slider to the left.

3- Now we’re ready to erase! Carefully erase over the eye and it will change color. Be careful not the erase the other eye, or it will change color as well. If you make a mistake, the undo button is towards the top of the canvas

4- all done! Just gotta save it now. Push the button in the bottom right corner

5- When the menu comes up, you want to save as a normal PNG. Now it’s in your gallery!

Step 5:

Done!

It doesn’t look edited at all! Because it’s really not, we just combined two of the same art in different colors. No one would ever guess. It still has the same dimensions and everything!

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Other stuff you can do with this trick:

Although some of these take a lot more careful erasing, these shouldn’t require any actual drawing. You can use these basics to experiment with this stuff as well:

- A different colored ring around the middle of the eyes: put the middle color on the bottom layer and erase around the pupil carefully in a circle with a very small eraser brush size.

- eyes that are half colored, in a line down the middle (a form of heterocromia): layer order doesn’t matter, erase half of each eye carefully, depending on which color should be where.

- a color streak through the hair: this one will require careful erasing to look good. You’ll need a picrew where the hair is entirely the color of the streak, and a picrew with the surrounding hair color. Put the color streak layer on the bottom layer. Erase the top layer in the shape of the streak you want colored. You can place it anywhere. You can do this with faded hair tips as well, but how well that turns out will depend on the color difference the creator had between similar hair colors... in other words, if dark and light brown are closer together in color value, it will look more natural when you merge them. I would recommend putting the lighter hair color layer on the bottom. When you erase, you’ll be drawing where the highlights are, functionally the same as the color streak.

- you can make uneven skin tones or vitiligo if the creator has added enough skin tone variations to the picrew: to make vitiligo you’ll make a picrew with your lightest skin tone and a picrew with your darkest skin tone. You’ll put the lightest skin tone on the bottom layer. Then you’ll erase the top layer in the pattern where skin pigment has been lost. You’ll be able to control the pattern of color loss like this, and make any pattern you want! This layer order works best for putting light patches on darker skin. If you want to darken an area you’ll put the darker layer down first and erase the top layer with lighter skin into the pattern you want. Essentially: put light down first if you want to put a light pattern on dark skin. Put dark down first if you want to put a dark pattern on light skin

-custom scars if the creator has added enough skin tone variations to the picrew: this is the same idea as skin tone variations. This time though, we need a picrew with a pink tone skin color choice, a lighter one than the character’s skin tone can also work if you want silver scars. Make a picrew with normal skin tone for the character, and a picrew with the scar color. Put the scar color picrew down first, then add the normal tone one. Now when you erase it should make scars in any pattern you want!

If you’re having trouble erasing neatly, the answer is always to zoom in on the canvas and decrease the eraser brush size! Also you can undo and redo until it looks how you want!

That’s all I can think of right now! Hope everyone has fun making those OC’s that the picrews always seem to forget. And especially anyone who’s been left out themselves!

I have on anon asks if anyone has questions/problems using this tutorial! Or any questions about how to do something similar

Feel free to add other tips to this post as well!

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 7

Chapter SEVEN

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

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Phoenix’s morning was easy. She woke up feeling refreshed and started her day with morning yoga on her balcony. She sat out there when she was done just taking in the stillness of the late morning. It had been awhile since she actually woke up before 1pm. As she sat outside, her mind trailed off into last night’s events. She realized just how much she enjoyed learning something new about Erik. She almost thought that she was crazy for being so understanding of his actions. But she knew that sometimes people are given the short end of the stick and have to make decisions differently. She didn’t fault him for what he’s done. She meant what she said about believing he wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt her and she still liked him… maybe even more now. He trusted her and that alone let her know that the feeling was mutual.

Her show was tonight and he promised to be there. That has to be like a huge step or something. Phoenix never invited a guy to her shows. Not even her sorry ass ex. He had never been to an event she was a part of. When it came to her work, she was serious and never wanted any distractions and niggas were distractions. But Erik didn’t feel like a distraction. Thanks to him, she has been making amazing music. He felt like motivation, inspiration and Phoenix was grateful. Even if things didn’t go how she hoped, without even knowing it, he has already made a mark on her life.

Phoenix enjoyed her moment of peace but it was time to go back inside. She had a few errands to run before her show tonight. She sat on her bed, picking up her phone. This was the first time she’s looked at it since waking up. Phoenix tried to stay off her phone until she accomplished her morning routine of yoga, reading or journaling. (Whenever she did actually get up in the morning) She had a few messages from Alyssa. The usual schedule of to-do’s before a show. She also had a few notifications of emails and social media bs. Stuff that wasn’t important to her. She opened her text thread with Erik.

Phoenix: Hey, good morning Stevens. My show tonight is at Club X, 10-2. You better still be coming or that’s your ass. 😊😊

Now that that is done, a hot shower was calling her name. Phoenix wrapped her hair as best as she could and put on her scarf. This would be the last day with straight hair. She missed her curls.

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Erik was on his way back home when he got a text from Phoenix. He had a late start to his morning, but still got in a good five mile run and stopped to get food at a juice bar. As he traveled through some lite traffic, he checked his text.

Baby Girl: Hey, good morning Stevens. My show tonight is at Club X, 10-2. You better still be coming or that’s your ass. 😊😊

Erik rolled his eyes at the fact that she had to ‘make sure’ he was still coming. He never broke promises. Sure, she wasn’t aware of that yet but she would have to get to know that about him. Erik’s actions always matched his words.

Erik: Good morning, baby girl. Hell has frozen over for you to be up this early. I told you I’ll be there so I’ll be there. That lil threat was cute though.

He laughed at himself and continued his route home.

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Time was winding down and it was almost time for Phoenix to head out to the club for her show. Her playlist was blasting through her apartment as she got ready. She laid out a few outfit choices on her bed. As she stood over her bed debating, she hears a knock at the door. Confused because she wasn’t expecting anyone, she storms to the door standing on her tippy toes to look through the peephole. “Shit!” It was Erik. She had completely forgotten about their text conversation from earlier.

Phoenix: I kinda hate that I have to get there a little earlier to set up. I don’t be wanting to drive. I might Uber.

Erik: I understand but yo’ ass aint Ubering nowhere.

Phoenix: I don’t wanna drive. How am I gonna get there?

Erik: I’ll take you.

Phoenix: No. You don’t have to do that.

Erik: hm, I don’t remember asking you if I HAD to do it. Did I ask you that Phoenix?

Phoenix: 🙄 no.

Erik: Alright then. What time you need to be there?

Phoenix: 9:00.

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She opened the door to find him standing there dressed for the night with his locs braided back. “Hey, E.” she smiled, leaning on the door.

“Wassup.” He walks in. Phoenix closes the door.

“You came at the right time because I’m struggling to pick an outfit. C’mon”

She takes his hand, leading him to her bedroom. Erik had imagined this happening but Phoenix was wearing a lot less in his fantasy. They stopped inches from her bed and she let his hand go, motioning to her options that were laid out. “Which one?” she asked.

Erik crossed his arms over his chest and bites his lip in thought. To the left she has ripped denim jeans and a baby blue, lace bodysuit and the right, she has an all black legging and tube top set. “What shoes are you wearing?” he finally asks.

Phoenix goes into her closet, grabbing her Doc Martin boots. She just holds them out of the closet door. “These!” He comes over to where she is, taking the boots from her. He notices a reflective jacket she has hanging up. Phoenix is still looking at her shoes to see if she has other options. Erik grabs the jacket.

“Aye,” she turns around to him. “Add this jacket and wear the all black fit.”

“I like that.” She takes the jacket and boots from to set them up with the black set she has on the bed. Nodding in approval. She turns and smiles at Erik. “Thanks.”

“Now get dressed.” he says walking out and closing her bedroom door behind him. He waits on the couch, strolling through social media on his phone. After about 15 minutes, she comes out of her room and goes into the bathroom. She applies mascara and lipgloss. She wasn’t really feeling makeup at all tonight. She takes off her scarf, unwrapping her hair. She combs it down with a middle part and pushes her hair behind her ears. She joins Erik in the living room. She stands in front of him, holding her arms out. “How do I look?”

His eyes scanned over her figure and he notices parts of a tattoo peeking from under her tube top. Phoenix had an underboob tattoo that resembles Rihanna’s and Erik was curious now as to what the tattoo was. Did she have more? He has seen her in crop tops before. Why hasn’t he noticed it before? Then again, his main focus is usually looking at her ass. “You look good, girl. But something is missing.”

Phoenix looked confused. “What?”

Erik stands, reaching behind his neck and taking off one of the two chains he was wearing.

“Erik…” she whines.

“Girl, hush and move your hair.” She does what he says, allowing him to put the chain on her. He steps back, smiling at her finished look. “Looks good on you.” he says. She tries to hide her blushing face with her hands. She grabs her backpack with her laptop and her signature blue beat headphones from the kitchen counter, putting them in her bag. He takes the backpack from her, tossing it over his shoulder.

“Ready?” he asks. She simply nods and they head out the door.

Phoenix locks her door. She and Erik start their short journey to the elevator. She pushes the call button and not long after, the doors open. Sydney is already in the cabin. This is the first time Erik had seen her since he’d texted her about not being interested. Phoenix had seen her in passing and they continued sharing their ‘hi’ and ‘byes’ but judging from Sydney’s face as the two of them stepped onto the elevator, she was curious as to why they were together when Erik didn’t live on the 7th floor.

“Hey Philly.” she said looking at Phoenix with piercing eyes.

“Hey, Syd.” she responded with a small smile and a wave.

“Erik…”

“Wassup, Sydney.”

“What are y’all up to?” she was more so asking Erik. He looked at Phoenix.

“Erik’s taking me to my show tonight.”

“Oh, yeah. I did see that on your Instagram. At ‘X’ right?”

“Mhm.”

Sydney stares at Erik. “That’s so nice of you Erik… to take her.”

“I’m a nice guy. What can I say?”

“Yeah you are.”

Erik and Phoenix could sense the sarcasm in her words. Phoenix tried to ignore her but she knew Sydney very clearly felt a way that Erik was with her. She took a deep breath to push down her frustrations. As the cabin came to a stop, Phoenix slipped her hand into Eriks, interlocking their fingers and started exiting the elevator, dragging him along with her. She knew Sydney would notice and that it would piss her off even more than she was. Phoenix hated when people were passive aggressive instead of just saying what’s on their mind. Sydney wasn’t happy that Erik was hanging with Phoenix and it was obvious. She wanted him but he didn’t want her. She could just get over it, right? She had men throwing themselves at her. It was so easy for her to move on to the next. Phoenix didn’t think she was someone that Sydney could feel intimidated by but tonight, she figured out that she was wrong.

As they walked out into the parking garage, Erik unlocked his doors, causing his car lights to flash and Phoenix lead them right over to his car. Ironically, Sydney’s car was parked nearby. Great! Phoenix thought. As Erik opened the passenger door for her, she let go of his hand and placed her hand on the side of her face, leaning up and kissing him. Erik was taken aback by this but kissed her back. She pulled back and looked passed his shoulder to see Sydney looking at them with disgust and jealousy in her eyes as she got into her own car. Erik blinks a few times to pull himself back into reality. He opened his mouth to say something but Phoenix cut him off. “Get in the car.” she whispered to him. She sat down in the car and he closed her door and walked around letting himself in. He starts the car but sits back and looks at Phoenix. She puts on her seatbelt and sits back, looking forward.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?”

“What?” she asks as if she doesn’t know what he’s referring to.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m sure you enjoyed it so let’s leave it at that. There’s nothing to discuss here.”

“I definitely enjoyed it.” he said to himself, knowing she heard him too. Without another word, he pulls out of the parking garage and head to the club. The ride was smooth as they listened to music. Phoenix sat there, bobbing her head to the music and texting her friends in the group chat about what they’ll be arriving at the club.

When they pulled up to the club, valet took Erik’s car, parking it and the two of them made their way in. As she walks through the club toward the DJ booth, she runs into Shawn. He was doing his job as the top promoter, making sure everything was set up right. “Blue, wassup girl?” he says hugging her. He looks up to see Erik behind her. “Yo, E! What the fuck are you doing here?” he greets his friend. Erik motions to Phoenix, who is completely thrown at moment, “I’m with her.”

Shawn raised his eyebrows, “You with her? Like with her, with her?”

Erik smirks at her, “Something like that.”

He and Shawn share a look before a huge smile creeps up on Shawn’s face. He daps Erik’s hand, “I see you my nigga.” He looks back toward Phoenix. “C’mon Blue. Let’s get you set up.” He takes them up into the DJ booth. Erik gives Phoenix her backpack so she can begin her set up. Shawn and Erik talk amongst themselves as she does so. As she is finishing up, Shawn pats Erik on the shoulder, “Aye man, y’all need anything, let me know. I got you.”

“Will do.”

Shawn goes off to finish his duties of the night before the club goers start showing up. Phoenix starts with her pre-show playlist to make sure everything is sounding right. The music flows through the speakers of the club and she’s satisfied. She lets the playlist play and motions for Erik to come to her.

“So…” she leans back on the turntables, “You and Shawn know each other.”

“Yeah, that’s the bro. We go way back.”

“Wow. wasn’t expecting that one.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting some things too.”

Her cheeks become hot, knowing what he’s referring to and she playfully rolled her eyes and turn toward the turntables. She tries to distract herself by playing around with some miscellaneous buttons. She feels a warm hand slide over hers and looks up to find Erik right on the side of her. “Show me something.” he says.

“Show you something?”

“Yeah,” he motions to her equipment. “Show me how you do what you do, Blue.”

Hearing him call her by her DJ name made her giggle. It was weird. She liked it. So she started explaining and showing him how she did her work. It was a bit different from what she did in the studio. Erik listened intently and asking questions. This lead to her giving him so much more detail about why she loved her line of work and how she actually got into DJing in the first place. He was interested in every word she spoke.

Eventually time has passed and it was opening time. She continued letting her pre-show playlist go until more bodies started to fill the club. The bar began to fill up with people ordering drinks. More parties began showing up and sitting in their pre-booked sections. Finally, Phoenix was ready to start. Erik sat down on the couch in Phoenix’s personal section and she put on her headphones. Shawn introduced her to the crowd and they showed her the deserved love. Phoenix had worked hard and people loved her and her work. A lot of people came out just to see her. She always had the most lit music. Her mixes hyped people up and Phoenix being the beautiful woman that she was added to the love. Women and men would come to the DJ Booth asking for a pic to post on their social media. They wanted to post about being at the club with one of the hottest upcoming DJ and Producer.

The club was in full effect. Bodies dancing everywhere. Shot girls with sparklers delivering bottles. The Bar was packed. Erik was enjoying himself as he watched his girl work. She interacted with the crowd so effortlessly. Shawn had come back to their section to talk more with Erik.

“Philly!” Phoenix hears a loud, high pitched voice call out to her. It was Ava coming into the section with Coby. Mica and Camren right behind them.

“Hey!” she greets them all with a hug. She waves Erik over. “I’m sure you remember Ava and Mica.”

“How could I forget?”

“Nice to officially meet you Erik.” Ava says with a smile.

“This is Coby and that’s Camren.”

Coby and Erik do the ‘man hand shake’ dap and he waves at Camren. Camren looks at Phoenix with a cheesy smile.

“DON'T START WITH ME!” Phoenix yells at Camren, pointing a knowing finger at her.

“Let’s drink!” Mica says going for a cup. They all pour themselves drinks. As everyone gets settled, Shawn comes back over to greet Phoenix’s friends. He and Erik have another small discussion before Erik approached Coby.

“Aye man, you blow?”

“Hell yeah. Y’all got something?”

Erik nods and Coby follows Erik and Shawn out. Phoenix notices them walking away from the section, toward the exit. She looks at Ava, “where they going?” Ava shrugs, taking a sip of her drink.

Mica and Camren puts in a large order of wings. Ava tells the waitress to bring another bottle of Hennessy. Phoenix zones back out working and completely forgot that the guys were gone. They had been missing for so long she forgot they were even there. Phoenix had been going strong since the club opened and she needed a small break. She could smell the wings that her friends ordered and it made her mouth water. She pieces together a small mix to play while she takes a seat to enjoy said wings. But when she turned around to her section she finds that Ava, Mica and Camren aren’t there. But who is there is Coby and Erik with bbq sauce and ranch all over their fingers and lips as the both of them are scarfing down the wings. From what she can see immediately was there were only four wings left in the basket.

“Aye, how many did y’all eat?”

The men look at each other and then at Phoenix. Neither of them answer the question. Phoenix folds her arms over her chest. “Am I talking to myself?”

Camren steps up into the section with the two behind her. “What’s going on? You look mad.” she says to Phoenix. Phoenix motions to the basket full of chicken bones. “ARE Y’ALL SERIOUS? Y’ALL ATE 3O WINGS!”

The two men burst into laughter.

“I’m glad y’all find this shit funny. What the fuck am I suppose to eat?”

“I’ll get you some food baby girl, alright?” Erik says as his body bounces.

Ava stands next to Phoenix, “These niggas high. The night is almost over. We can get food when we leave. They were taxing on the chicken anyways.”

Phoenix looks at Ava, frustration all over her face. “Is this my life?” Before Ava could respond, Phoenix goes back into the DJ booth to finish her set. The club would be closing in 3o minutes. She could push through that. She definitely planned on cussing Erik and Coby out about this later. Nobody told them to go off and get high, miss majority of her set and then come back and eat all of the food. Phoenix didn’t play about her food.

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Club goers flooded the streets and parking lot as they were leaving. It took another 30 minutes after the last song to actually get everyone to make their way outside. Phoenix had packed up her equipment into her backpack and was waiting with her girls by the door. Erik and Coby had gone off with Shawn somewhere.

“I’m so fucking hungry.” Mica spat.

“Join the club,” Phoenix says. “They need to hurry up.”

“I got my keys. We can leave they ass and go hit In-N-Out.” Ava says. Camren grabs her hand. “I love that idea. Let’s leave them.”

The four of them start walking out of the club. They were almost to Ava’s jeep when Coby calls out to them. “Aye!” They all stop with an eye roll. Coby comes up to Ava, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m sorry baby. You know Shawn just be talking.”

Erik slowly approaches Phoenix with apologetic eyes. He takes her backpack from her, putting it over his shoulder. “You mad?” he asks.

“I’m hungry!”

Mica raises her hands, pointing at each man. “And if y’all don’t mind, we’re leaving and going to In-N-Out.”

“Are we not invited?” Erik asked.

“NO!”

“We’re sorry, damn!”

“Aye,” Coby says, “We can all go to In-N-Out and me and E got y’all.” Erik nods agreement.

Phoenix looks between the two men in disbelief. E? These two were just the best of buds now huh? Regardless, she couldn’t resist free food. She released a deep sigh, “Fine.”

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They all met up at IN-N-OUT. They went around through the drive-thru to get their orders but got out of their cars and sat at an open table in front of the restaurant. The women wasted no time with getting started on mashing their food. Erik and Coby watched with amusement at how the women showed no mercy on their burgers and fries. “See E,” Coby pointed to the eating women, “You gotta feed these beasts. Especially, yours. She be tripping the hardest when she dont get food.” Erik bounced with laughter. Phoenix elbowed him in his side. “Don’t laugh at his shit.” she said with a mouth full of fries.

A beat a silence sits over them until the women are just about done stuffing their faces. “So… Erik” Mica starts, “Did you enjoy yourself tonight as much as you enjoyed those wings?”

“Yes, Mica… I did.” The two of them stare at each other.

“Remember what I told you, right?”

Erik rubs his beard, “Nah. I don’t actually. Wanna refresh my memory?”

“Okay, this nigga wanna play games.”

“You know,” Erik says pointing at Mica, “You remind me of a little chihuahua.”

“Nigga! You remind me of a pitbull.”

“Wow,” Phoenix rest her hands in her palms on the table, “I’m glad to see you two are getting along well.”

Everybody laughs. Phoenix knew Mica liked Erik. They all did. Mica only went back and forth with people she respected. If she didn’t like you, she’d move around you like you weren’t even there.

Camren silently got Mica, Phoenix and Erik’s attention, pointing to Coby and Ava. They were whispering and giggling in each other’s ears like no one else was at the table. Mica let out a fake, loud cough, patting her chest that gained the caking couples attention. Camren, Phoenix and Erik tried to keep their laughs inside at how dramatic Mica’s cough was. Trying to look normal, Camren pretends to be on her phone and Phoenix moves closer to Erik as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. They leaned into each other as they hid their faces to laugh.

Ava noticed all of them doing a poor job at trying not to laugh. “You good, Mica? You need something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m good. But y’all two may need a sip.” Mica says sliding her cup toward them.

“You real fucking funny Mica.” Coby states.

“I’m just saying, from this angle, y’all thirsty asses look like a two headed body,” she laughs. “Like damn Coby, back up off my girl.”

Camren chokes on her drink from laughing at Mica’s comment.

Ava had to laugh herself, “Y’all ain’t shit.”

“But what’s up though?” Phoenix ask, “We deserve to know like… what’s up with y’all? Are y’all official now or what?”

Ava cuts her eye at Phoenix, who is currently wrapped up under a large man’s arm. “I don’t know Phoenix,” sarcasm in her words, “Are you two official now or what?”

The smile on Phoenix’s face drops. She walked herself right into that one. But she knew how to handle this. “This isn’t about me and Erik right now. It’s about you and Coby. Two of my bestest friends. You know, I thought we were all so close here and that y’all would tell us if you two made it official. I mean… I know you would be the first person I’d call when Erik and I made that decision. But I get it. Maybe we’re not like that anymore.”

Erik is taking in all of what Phoenix is saying, reading between every single line. He smirks knowing what she ISN’T saying. Taking notes.

Ava is sitting there, listening to Phoenix go on but she’s no fool. She knows what Phoenix is doing. Coby on the other hand… his soft spot for her blocks his common sense most times. He always fall for her antics and Phoenix knew this. And just like she always did, she got him to break.

“Damn, Philly, relax. We’re official okay?” Coby says, feeling bad for not telling her.

Everybody burst into laughter. Coby looked confused. Did he miss the joke?

“What the fuck is so funny?” he asks.

Erik looks at him. “She just played you, bro.”

“Yeah, bae, you fall for that shit every time.” Ava added.

Coby looks at Phoenix. She gives him a closed mouth smile. “I hate you Phoenix.”

“I love you too brother.”

Coby stands, “You know what, fuck this. I don’t deserve this kind of treatment. It’s been real. Ava grab your shit. We out.”

Everyone continues laughing as Coby and Ava grab up their garbage, throwing it away. Coby gives Erik dap and walks past Phoenix to hug Camren and Mica. Phoenix laughs at him being childish. Ava says her goodbyes.

“Will we be seeing more of you Erik?” she asks as she hugs Phoenix.

“Of course. Phoenix ain’t going nowhere.”

“i’ll hold you to that..” he gives her a hug.

“We might as well all take our asses home.” Camren says standing. They all follow her lead in gathering up their garbage, tossing it and saying their goodbyes. As soon as Phoenix got comfortable in Erik’s passenger seat, the group chat was live. The women talked about how they approve of Erik, Phoenix did an amazing job DJing tonight, etc.

Erik pulled out onto the road, taking them home. Phoenix slid down in her seat. Her tired is finally catching up to her. “Thanks for coming, E.” she says.

He looks over at her. He didn’t respond. Instead, he slid his hand over to hers. Repeating her earlier action and interlocking their fingers. He pulled their conjoined hands up and kissed the back of hers. That was all she needed to know that he was glad he came out too. He laughed to himself. Curious, she asked what was funny.

“I’m going to put your girl, Mica in the headlock. I see she’s the one that likes to talk.”

Smiling at their interactions thus far, “Yeah, that’s Mica.” Phoenix says. “She has to test you to see if you can hold your own. Not everybody makes it passed her.”

“Did I get by y’all guard dog?”

Phoenix laughs, “You did. She likes you.”

“Cool. I don’t have to sneak by security to get you.”

“You would do that huh?”

“Hell yeah.”

Phoenix takes her hand from his and reaches over to rub her fingers through his beard. Erik didn’t miss a beat and simply slid his now free hand onto her thigh. They rode the rest of the journey like this.

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They arrive back at their apartment building. Erik parks his car and turns the ignition off. Phoenix whines, “I don’t feel like getting out yet.”

“We can chill here for a minute.” Erik says, rubbing her hand that is resting on the side of his face.

He notes how touchy Phoenix is with him. He’s now curious if this is how she is when she likes someone. He didn’t mind at all though. If simply just touching him is soothing to her, he’d let her touch him anywhere, anytime.

“OH MY GOD!” Phoenix sits ups in her seat fully, looking at Erik. He’s confused by her sudden outburst. “I just realized what you said.” She continued.

“What? What did I say?”

“When we were on my couch. You said your dad was the prince of Wakanda.” Erik nods, confirming that he did in fact, say that. “So… that would mean you’re a prince.”

“Yes, baby girl. You didn’t put that together when I said that?”

“No! I wasn’t thinking that far at the time.” She softly hits him on the chest. “You’re a whole prince, E.” The lazy smile on her face made him realize it was time to get this girl up to her bed. She was sleepy talking now.

“You need to go to bed.” He gets out of the car and walks around to let her out. They walk to the elevator. Erik pushes the call button and as they wait, Phoenix stands behind him and snakes are hands around his abdomen. She lays her cheek against his back, ‘resting her eyes.’ When the elevator arrives, she moans in protest at having to move. He grabs her hand from her stomach and pulls her into the cabin. He pushes the button to her floor. She repeats her movements of wrapping her arms around him. This time, they’re face to face. He looks down at her with tired eyes. She smiles up at him, sliding her hands up his shirt. She softly drags her fingertips over his scars. She rest her chin on his chest. He moves a stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She watches as he licks his lips. Phoenix wanted so badly to taste them again. The kiss they shared earlier was simply a ploy to piss Sydney off but now, she wanted a real one. She needed it. Now! She pushed herself up on her tippy toes and crashed her lips into his. He kissed back immediately. The warmth of his lips was everything she knew she needed and wanted in that moment. The kiss became more and more passionate as they continued. Erik swiped his tongue over her bottom lip and she gladly welcomed him in. She sucked on his tongue and he let out a moan into her mouth. Her hands still pressed on his skin, she pulled herself more into him. He held both sides of her face. The cabin came to a stop. Erik pulled back, cussing to himself.

Without words, she slid her hands into his, pulling him off the elevator and into her hallway. Still standing in front of the elevator doors, he pulls her back against his chest. “I’m not done with you.” His voice low. She lets out a slow breath. He leans down, kissing her again. Just like before, she opened graciously for his tongue to explore her mouth. Their lips wet and smacking. Phoenix gripped his shirt, pulling him as close as he could be. He backed her up against the wall. He trailed wet kisses down to her neck. Phoenix closed her eyes, allowing the attack on her neck. Suddenly he stopped. Resting his face in the crook of his neck, he whispered, “I have to leave Tuesday.”

Her eyes snapped open, “Why?”

He leaned up to look at her. “Work.” disappointment was written all over her face. “I just…” He continued, “I don’t wanna do this and then just leave. I don’t wanna do you like that.”

She nods, understanding. He pulls back away from her, holding her hand. She looks down in thought for a second. “Well, you have to make some time for me tomorrow. Even if it’s 5 minutes.”

“Deal. It’ll definitely be more than 5 minutes though.” He smirked.

The smile that crept onto Phoenix’s face was all Erik needed to settle the small bit of anxiety in his chest. This would be his first mission since they’ve become this close. Since exchanging numbers, the moment he woke up to the moment he falls asleep, his time was spent texting her. And let’s not forget their long studio session. Phoenix has become a part of his daily in what seems like a short time. The first time he’d seen her, getting into the elevator a month ago, he had in his mind she would definitely be a girl he was going to smash. But it was something about her that intrigued him. He actually wanted—no, needed to know more than just her body. He needed to know her. There was a pull between them since that first day in the elevator and the way she just kissed him, let him know she felt that same pull too. He shared his darkest parts with her and she stuck around. Granted, he’d never told anyone that and wasn’t sure what to expect. But everything in him was yelling at him to be honest with her. Erik was going to go with it. Allow the pull to bring them closer and closer. He was open to falling no matter how fast it was for her. She was willing to do the same.

Phoenix had been around some of the most sought out men in the entertainment industry. Some of them showed interest in her but she was more than unimpressed. When she would talk to them, she didn’t feel anything. With Erik? She felt everything. The jelly legs she got the first day she seen him was enough to convince her that it was something about him. Phoenix couldn’t recall a time where she really had a ‘crush’ on anyone. But… Erik. Phoenix has always been one to believe in fate and soul mates though. She believed she had one, somewhere and that they’d find their way to her somehow. She always imagined it would be this intense feeling. Tingles in her hands when she’d talk to them. They’d make her think about them every second of the day. She would just melt at the thought of them. She melted at the thought of Erik. He hands tingled when she would text him. The crush thing didn’t add up. Crushes couldn’t have felt like this. During their kiss, all she could think about was, this isn’t a crush, this is some soul shit.

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Erik made sure Phoenix got into her apartment, ending their time with a few more pecks on her lips. He got into the elevator, going up to his penthouse. He didn’t even bother turning on any lights when he walked in. He let his instincts carry him into his bedroom. He came out of his clothes, getting into his king bed. He licked his lips over and over, still able to taste Phoenix on them. He drifted off into sleep.

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As Phoenix slowly opened her eyes to the morning sun, her brain rushed with the memories of the night before. She held herself in the center of her bed as she reminisced on Erik. The feel of his rough hand in hers. The warmth of his hand when he held her thigh in the car. The way his beard tickled her fingers as she played with his thick, facial hair. His solid, thick form when she rested her head on his back… and then his chest. His soft, keloid skin when she slipped her hands under his shirt. And his lips… his soft, full lips. She wanted more of them. To kiss her in more than a few places. The thoughts caused her face to heat up. She crossed her legs trying to keep the heat from traveling below. She replayed everything in her head. Time passed and she couldn’t get up just yet because she wasn’t ready to put them on hold. That is, until her phone buzzed on her nightstand. The universe had to have been listening to her thoughts because Erik’s name popped up onto her locked screen. Butterflies found way into her stomach before she could even swipe the message open.

Erik: Good morning baby girl. You up?

Phoenix: yes, I’m up. Good morning E.

Erik: how you sleep?

Phoenix: pretty good. I was KO as soon as I landed on the bed. How did you sleep?

Erik: not bad at all. Wyd?

Phoenix: still in bed. Feels too good to get up.

Erik: damn, for real? Lol, I guess I’ll ask someone else to go get breakfast with me.

Phoenix: hmm, suddenly I’m so hungry I can’t stay in this bed another second.

Erik: lmfao. I knew your eat’em up ass couldn’t resist.

Phoenix: you + food = a good ass time to me

Erik: *kissy face* can you be ready in an hour?

Phoenix: I’ll do my best!

Phoenix put her phone back on the nightstand and rushed into the bathroom. Her hair was ready to be washed but she definitely didn’t have time to do that. She tossed it up into a top knot bun and continued pushing. Brushing her teeth, washing her face and getting in the shower in thirty minutes. She was making good timing. She stood in her closet, going through possible options.

It’s just breakfast. No need to get super cute, she thought. But then again, they’re going out. Is this a date? Or are they just hanging out? After last night, this has to be beyond ‘hanging out.’ The man practically had his tongue down her throat. She didn’t give any fucks. Her brain settled for: This is definitely a date. She would still sport her usual, casual and comfy look but still hella cute. She picked out her signature biker short in dark grey and paired them with a Snoop Dogg graphic tee and Nike’s. She moisturized her body in her Vanilla scented shea butter and got dressed. Her bun was decent so she swooped her edges and put on some mascara and lip gloss. As Phoenix hooked the last of her layered necklaces, there’s a knock at her door. She knew it was Erik so she tossed her phone in her purse and moved quickly to open the door.

“Hey, E.” She said when she swung the door open. She jiggled her keys in her hand, joining him in hallway. He remained silent as he watched her lock her door. Once it’s all locked, she turned to him and his stare on her was intense. He looked her up and down, biting his lip. She watched him curious to know how long they’d stand there with him eye fucking her. After just a few seconds, Phoenix couldn’t take it anymore. She dramatically cleared her throat, breaking his gaze. He covered his smile with his fist. “My bad.”

“I understand. You like what you see. But I’m hungry so we should go.”

They started walking to the elevator. “Yeah, I’m aware of how you get when you’re hungry.”

She nudges him in the arm. He could chill on her. Food was an important piece of Phoenix’s life. If he was going to continue this thing with her, he was going to need to grasp that ASAP.

When Erik opened the door for Phoenix to get into his car, he leaned down, looking her in the eye, “if I catch any nigga looking at yo’ ass in these shorts, I’ma break his fucking face.” He closed the door before she could react and walked around the vehicle, getting in himself.

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Erik sat at the exit of the parking garage waiting for traffic to clear. He slid his hand over to rest on Phoenix’s thigh.

“So, where are we going?” She asked as they turned out onto the road.

“What if I wanted to surprise you?”

“I don’t really like surprises,” she smiles at him. “so just tell me.”

He shakes his head. “Madea’s Fish and Grits.”

“Ohh, I’ve been wanting to go there.”

A sly smirk crept on Erik’s face. “I go there all of the time. One of my favorites.”

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The drive was short. Phoenix stomach thanked her for that. They walked in and the hostess greeted them. She smiled at Erik, raising a brow in Phoenix’s direction. “One second,” She said before walking away and speaking loudly to someone in the back. “Madea, your boy is here.”

Moments later, an older black woman with long, grey and black hair pulled into a low pony walked out from the back, smiling at them. She wiped her hands on her apron. “Hello, Mr. Erik.” She opened her arms out for a hug. He smiled big at the woman, hugging her. “Hey, Madea.”

“I haven’t you seen you in awhile boy. I thought you forgot about me.”

“C’mon now. I could never forget about you.”

Madea’s eyes shoot to Phoenix and back to Erik. “And who is this pretty lady?”

Erik turned to introduce her. “This is Phoenix.”

Madea took Phoenix’s hand in both of hers. Phoenix smiles at the woman. “Nice to meet you.”

“Are you a friend of Erik’s?”

Phoenix looks at Erik who is trying to hide his embarrassed, red face. “You can say that.”

“Hmm, well let’s get you two seated.”

Madea grabs two menus and guides them to Erik’s favorite booth near the front window. They take their seats. “Reese will be over in a second.” Before she walked away, she leaned down to whisper something in Phoenix’s ear that made her laugh. Erik eyed the women suspiciously. When Madea was out of site, Erik glared at Phoenix. She pretended to be really into the menu. She could feel his eyes on her but she refused to look up at him. Reese approached them. “Good morning. Can I start y’all off with some drinks?” She doesn’t take her eyes off of Erik.

“What you want baby girl?” He says to Phoenix. She smiles up at him. “Orange juice.”

“We’ll both have orange juice.”

Reese walks off. Erik picks up the menu, looking through it and trying to look extra focused.

“She likes you.” Phoenix says.

“Hm? What?”

“Don’t play stupid with me. Ya’ girl Reese ain’t take her eyes off you for one second.”

Erik waves his hand, dismissing that idea. “Ain’t nobody worried about her.”

“Who you worried about then?”

He winks at her. “You… and what Madea said to you before she walked away.”

“You’re nosey.”

Reese brings them their drinks. “Are you two ready to order?”

“I am. You ready baby?”

Phoenix looks up from the menu at Erik and catches his wink. “Yes.” She looks at Reese. “I’ll have the catfish and grits, with cheese. Turkey bacon and my eggs, scrambled.” She ends her order with a closed mouth smile. Handing her menu to Reese, Erik gives his order of the French toast, bacon and sausage, egg whites and hash browns.

As the two of them waited for their food, Erik pushed more for Phoenix to share what Madea whispered to her.

“You really wanna know Erik?”

“Yes.” He sipped his juice.

Phoenix rested her face in her palms. “She said… I must be special. She’s never seen you bring a lady friend in here before.”

Erik’s face blushed with redness. He didn’t have a come back for that. It was true. He has never brought anyone into Madea’s place with him. He’s always sat alone. Women would come in and try to talk to him. Reece being one of them. A few he exchanged numbers with, meet up with at a later moment. Reece was Madea’s niece. Erik couldn’t disrespect Madea that way. He had so much love and respect for the older woman. She reminded him of a mother/grandmother figure. She would sometimes join him and they’d talk about random things going on in the world. It had been about a month since he’s been in the soul food restaurant. (Hmm, he’s known Phoenix for a month.)

Phoenix pretended to not notice how shook Erik was. When he didn’t give her a smart response to what Madea told her, she looked off, scanning the restaurant. She caught the eye of a small boy, no older than 6 years old. They made eye contact and the little boy smiled and waved at her. She winked and waved back.

“Who the fuck you waving at?” Erik snapped his head around to see who was the brave soul to be waving at his girl. He looked over the booths seat, seeing the little boy. When the little boy seen Erik, he covered his mouth, snickering. Erik pointed to his eye and to the boy, signaling that he’s watching him. The little boy sticks his tongue out at Erik. Phoenix burst into laughter. Erik turned back to her. “So that’s yo mans huh?”

Phoenix is laughing so hard that she can’t say anything. Tears are forming in her eyes. Erik is being his dramatic self, talking shit. “Can’t believe you girl. In front of my face. Just gonna flirt with this lil nigga like I won’t lay hands on his ass. The disrespect.”

“Erik, be quiet. He’s a baby.”

“I don’t care! I fight kids Phoenix.”

Phoenix shakes her head at him, finally being able to control herself. She sighs. “You are crazy.”

“I am. Crazy as fuck.”

Reece approaches the table with their food. Erik’s mouth is practically watering.

“Here y’all go. Is there anything I can get y’all?” Reece asks.

“We’re good. Thank You.” Phoenix says.

The two of them get started on their meals. Phoenix was admiring the buttery, perfect grits when the young boy from earlier is slowly following behind his mom as they walk to the exit of the restaurant. He waves at Phoenix again. As they continued to pass by their table, the boy stops and turns to Erik. He balls up his tiny fist and scrunches up his face at him. Erik pretends to get up from the table like he’s going to go after the boy and he jumps and takes off running, catching up to his mom. He turns around one last time to stick his tongue out again.

“You see this little nigga?” Erik says, motioning to the boy leaving.

With a mouth full of food, Phoenix holds her mouth to keep it all in as she laughs.

“I should go whoop his little ass.” Erik continues.

Phoenix and Erik laugh off the encounter. They finished their meals but continue sitting and talking. Reece had retrieved their empty dishes. They both ordered some coffee and Reece made sure to keep their cups full. Their conversations drifting between aliens and supernatural things. Their favorite movies. Their stance on BLM, women’s rights and how much they both hated Trump. The more they talked, the more they discovered just how much they had in common.

Their cups had found themselves to be empty. Reece has gone on break, so this time Madea came to the table with a fresh pot of coffee. She filled their cups with a smile. Erik was her favorite customer. She never had an issue with him, so serving him was her pleasure.

“Thank You.” Phoenix says.

“Oh, baby, it’s my pleasure.” Madea looks over at Erik and pinches him on the arm. “Your big head butt better not stay away from here again.”

“Ouch! I’m sorry, Madea. I’ve been caught up with work.”

“Work, huh?” Madea looks to Phoenix, “Has he been caught up with work, Ms. Phoenix? Or has he been caught up with you?” She asks with a wink.

Phoenix’s mouth opens and shuts, not sure how to answer that. She looks at Erik for help. He simply raises an eyebrow at her.

“Um, I guess you can say a little bit of both.”

“So how long have you two been dating?”

Another question Phoenix didn’t know how to answer. Erik opens his mouth to answer and Madea swats his hand for him to shut up. She wanted to hear it from Phoenix.

“Well, we’re getting to know each other. It’s been a few weeks, I guess.”

“Hmm.” The slim woman moves the coffee pot to her left hand and leans down onto the table with her right. “Well, Ms.Phoenix,” she peeks over at Erik, “And you too, Mr.Erik, I’m no expert but I know a thing or two. I know when two people have an undeniable connection. I am by no means saying to rush into anything, but if your intuition says jump, you ask how high. I can’t put my finger on it just yet, but there’s definitely something here with you two. I’m gonna say this last thing and I’ll be out of y’all hair. You can meet someone today and they’ll love and cherish you better than someone you’ve known for 10 years.”

Phoenix nods. When she looked over at Erik, he was biting his lip, looking down at the table at nothing in particular. Madea gave Phoenix’s shoulder two pats and left the two to sit with her words. They sat in silence for a moment, not really sure how to pick back up from that. Erik finally looked up, catching Phoenix’s eyes. She gave him a soft smile before asking, “How long are you gonna be gone?” her voice was low, but he still heard her over the busy sounds of the restaurant.

With Erik leaving the very next day, he knew this question would come up at some point during their time together.

“Two weeks.”

The same disappointment from when he told her he had to leave the night before showed up on her face right then. Erik knew he would never be able to deal with that face from her.

“When I get back, it’ll be awhile before I have to leave again.”

“Okay.” She whispered.

The silenced that say amongst them wasn’t so comfortable after that. Neither of them could really bear it but neither of them had anything to say. It had gotten too uncomfortable and Erik suggested that they head back home. The car ride was silent. Both of their brains going over what Madea said to them, as well as the both of them trying to process the fact that just when they were getting closer, they have to be separated for two whole weeks without any form of communication.

#the elevator bae #erik x phoenix #shewritestheblues

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The Death of A Demon - Pt 1

Part 2 is out!

Part 1 of my pride and joy that I have been working on for the last couple months! The Feral fic. This is an OC that I created based off of the idea of not all quirks in the MHA/BNHA universe are “good” ones, and by that I mean that some quirks are awful to have. This focuses on the problems that come from quirks.

Basic Summary- Feral is on the run from her past due to her quirk, working as a bounty hunter/mercernary and keeping to the shadows of Japan, she’s doing a good job of being invisible. Until one fateful night when she decides to be a good guy for once and ends up kind of saving a reporter who gets her on the news. Thus we start the downwards spiral that is her life, getting the league to help her out when an old foe shows up on Japan’s front door.

Just letting you know now, things are NOT explained in the beginning regarding the main character. Like you don’t even know her quirk for a good minute. I did this on purpose. I think it works better if you are in the dark, but don’t worry, everything gets explained in great detail as the story goes on.

Please read warnings: This is one big warning, it would be shorter to put what’s not in this fic, but here is a quick over all warning list, each part will have specific warnings as they are posted. Multiship, unhealthy relationships, nsfw, sexy times, graphic depictions of violence, murder, death, non-con, abuse of alcohol and drugs, main character is not in control, major character deaths, child abuse, also references to heaven and hell as well as demons. Let me know if I need to add another big one.

Pairings: Female OC X Dabi, Female OC X Shigaraki, Female OC X Compress

Word Count: 1.4 k

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Mh…authentic spicey ramen. One of the many reasons why Feral loved Japan so much. Their food was so different, but it was so, so good. Finishing off the last of the broth, she set her bowl down, before calling out to the worker for another.

“Little lady has quite the appetite tonight.” Feral ignored the man’s comment, her fourth bowl of ramen being placed in front of her quickly to which she thanked the young worker before digging in.

“An interesting choice in accessories don’t you think?” She could feel his eyes ranking up and down her body, focusing on the black collar wrapped around her neck, a chain dangling down about a foot before slowly fading out of existence. Like a ghost. To anyone on the outside, it looked like it just stopped there, like a fashion choice, but Feral knew that chain went on for miles. Tethering her to something deep in hell.

“What is a pretty foreigner like you doing all alone in the big city this time of night?” She could see him leaning on the counter, his head in one hand, the other resting on top of the counter. He looked so casual, but she knew better, men like him were always poised to strike, dangling their bait waiting for the perfect moment when your guard was down before they moved in for the kill.

“Why don’t I buy you a drink? You look a little parched.” His hand that his head wasn’t leaning on raised and reached out to her, like he was going to stroke her hair away.

Disgusting.

She was quicker than he was, switching her chopsticks over to her left hand, gripping the back of his head with her right and slamming it down against the counter, an audible crack sounding causing the worker to jump back, eyes wide as they stared at the scene. Feral released the businessman before switching her chopsticks back over into her dominant hand, eyes focused on the ramen in front of her.

The offender was slow to stand up, his hand cupping his nose, practically whimpering at the bloody mess he was greeted with.

“Y-you bitch! You broke my nose!”

“Leave.” Feral shifted her eyes over to the man, usually brown eyes glowing red, her voice turning into a low animalistic growl. Her features almost sharpening, looking more crazed and dangerous than before. Teeth elongating, nails sharpening to a lethal point.

The man backed up with his hands up slowly, before turning and taking off into a full sprint. Feral snorted, going back to her ramen, glancing up at the worker who was watching her intently before sending them a weak smile.

“Can I get just one more please?”

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It was well past midnight at this point, and Feral was stumbling around, drunk off of good food and not to mention the latest of her Tequila bottles gripped in her hand, wrapped in a brown paper bag. She had once again found herself lost in back alleyways that she did not recognize, her sense of direction completely off kilter now that she had her third bottle of tequila in her system. She felt good. Finally enjoying a buzz that she had worked so hard for. She probably shouldn’t have eaten if she wanted to get drunk, it would have been cheaper, but she wanted to be buzzed, not sick.

After turning a couple of corners and finally catching sight of a street-sign that looked somewhat familiar, she picked up her pace, thinking of the bed that awaited her once she made it back to her tiny apartment. She was going so fast she almost didn’t see the man in front of her, halting a few steps away watching as the scene unfolds.

A man, well… a rather large, gross looking, … is he supposed to be a fly or something? of a man had a young women pressed against the brick walls of the alley way. Feral watched with disgust, feeling her stomach turn, as the fly looking … thing, pressed his lather large and almost tube-like mouth to the woman’s cheek making her sob out pleads to let her go.

He was messy about his ‘loving kisses’, like he was licking her almost, leaving saliva… god she hoped it was saliva, all across the woman’s face. His skinny arms, all four of them groped her up and down and his annoyingly high pitched and scratchy voice coo’d out to the girl, making both women shudder in disgust.

“You’ll look so good carrying my eggs…”

Feral couldn’t stop herself from gagging, gaining the attention of both of them. The women’s eyes looking hopeful as she called out, her voice sounding ragged.

“Please! Help me!”

“Go away, this isn’t your business!”

When he shifted his positions to face her, while still holding his victim against the wall, Feral could have sworn she saw four of him, her head was spinning and she couldn’t help but take a step back to get her footing, setting her tequila down on the ground. Getting a good look at him now that he was looking directly at her, he looked familiar almost… Feral could almost be certain he had a bounty out on him for slighting one of the fancy “business” men around this area. Hm…did it say dead or alive?

“Hey, bitch, I said get out of here.”

Feral couldn’t remember for the life of her. Maybe it said both?

He was quicker than she expected though, or maybe she was just that drunk, cause the next thing she knew he was in her face, peering down at her angrily with his beady eyes that shown hundreds of reflections of her own self. She looked a mess.

“Maybe I should have you carrying my eggs. Clearly, you want to be bred if you’re wearing a collar out in public like that. What are you, some kind of dog?”

One of his gross little hands, if you could call them that… they were more like… graspers? Claws?, gripped onto the chain, not seeming to notice that the length wavered as he moved it like it was coming from an unknown source, giving it a testing yank to which Feral let out a warning growl, her mind clearing slightly.

“Don’t touch that, bug.” Feral felt her eyes starting to glow red, the voice in her head getting louder and louder even though she had drank it away. Inky black trendils gripping ahold of her mind, caressing her like a lost lover.

Isabella.

The fly man in front of her ignored her remark, his grip tightening instead on her, all four hands grasping different parts of her now, his gross mouth making kissing noises at her as he drew nearer.

“You look like you will be a good mate. A little smaller than her in the chest area, but I’m sure we can fix that. You’ll be a good girl won’t yo-”

He barely had time to scream, a high pitch that was cut off instantly. Red eyes glowing in the night as Feral stared down at the fly-man a crazed smile on her face, his head was twisted backwards, two of his arms severed and bleeding, still attached to the chain where he had gripped her for a moment before she pulled them off discarding them on top of his lifeless form on the ground. There was a momentary spasm in his body before it stopped. His wings which Feral hadn’t noticed until now, wilting against the gravel.

“I hope you were wanted dead.”

Feral pulled out her phone, scrolling through things before pulling up the bulletin with his face on it.

A low level thug, wanted for sexually assaulting someone’s wife. 2,000,000 yen.

She scanned the page, a smirk forming on her face as she noted the words at the bottom.

Wanted Dead.

She quickly took a picture. Sending a message to the requestor, her smile growing wider when mere seconds later she got a notification that money was deposited in her account.

What a lucky night.

She picked up her discarded bottle of tequila, making her way through the alley and winding up back at her apartment by some lucky miracle. The voice in her head quiet once again.

It wasn’t until she was halfway asleep did she even remember the other woman that was there, shrugging to herself, a slight smile on her lips that she was able to save someone for once.

She probably wouldn’t have felt so satisfied if she knew who that woman was.

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