Authors Note: ok so I actually really wanted to do this one so bless you for requesting it??
imma do this with dally (if you had another character in mind just send in another ask)
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warnings: language/slight nsfw
(PS I’m gonna try writing this 1st person POV??)
Dallas Winston x Reader
#1 “come over here and make me.”
I was sitting in detention literally counting the minutes go by, the room reeked of sweat, hair spray, and someone who wore way too much cologne. tapping my pencil against my desk I impatiently waited for the clocks hand to finally reach out for 4. Only 3 more minutes and I was free. Darry was gonna be pissed; but it wasn’t like it was my fault. This pervy soc was harassing me and I punched his smirk in, successfully knocking a tooth loose and breaking his nose. Lost in thought about the punishment I would receive from my older brother, the teacher screeched “it’s 4, get outta here! go live a little.” I quickly grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder I darted out of the room, down the long hallway, and out the doors. My feet hitting the pavement beneath me I dashed down the sidewalk to my house. My lungs burned and my sides ached but that would be nothing compared to the treatment I would get from Darry. Finally I reached my house nearly collapsing on the front door. I took a couple deep breaths before walking in, I was expecting to meet with the eyes of my three brothers. But instead I saw one set of eyes which belonged not to any of them but to Dal. He looked up with an eyebrow raised “Where ya been kid?” I whipped my head around to look at him, narrowing my eyes I snidely said “I ain’t no kid, winston! where are my brothers.”
he smirked “not here, left me in charge because they had to go run an errand.” I sighed, “they know I’m late?” he lit a cigarette as I spoke. Taking a puff, he exhaled a gray swirling cloud of smoke “nope.” he said nonchalantly, popping the p. “good, don’t mention it to em will ya?” he shrugged in response, obviously not finding it real interesting in the first place. I exhaled irritated, I dropped my bookbag on the floor and ran up to my shared room with Pony. Browsing the small bookshelf on his desk I decided on a random book. I turned the book taking a glance at the cover; “Gone With the Wind” it said in bold print. Pony always rambled on about the book so I took it and returned to the living room. I hopped on the couch, propping my legs up. Dally snorted, I peered up from my book. “What’s so funny Dallas?” I demanded. He snickered “You’re such a geek, just like Ponyboy!” I scoffed, truthfully I was a little hurt. I was never that close with Dal but I always had a small crush on him. “Whatever dumbass.” I replied angrily. He blew out a smoke circle. “Watch your language kid.” I raised an eyebrow not looking at him, “Come over here and make me Winston.” I said. He didn’t say anything so I smirked to myself, thinking I had won. wrong. I felt a pair of hands grabbing at my legs, I was yanked to the edge of the couch. My book clattered to the floor and I looked up to meet Dally’s narrowed eyes. His hot breath fanned across my face. He was so close. Clutching my hips, he pulled me closer. “What was that brat?” He said barely above a whisper. I looked him in the eyes, “I said-” pausing I moved closer to him, our noses almost touching. “-come. over. here. and. make. me.” he gripped my hips tighter and suddenly his arms flew around my waist. throwing me back down of the couch he grinded his body against mine kissing me. I moaned into the kiss as he pushed his tongue in, slipping his hands up my shirt. Groping me and tugging at my skin, he needily kissed me groaning. suddenly we heard a car door shut. I threw him off of me as Darry and my 2 brothers walked in. Darry stepped into my vision and I waved, “Hey superman!” I smiled. He raised an eyebrow but ultimately ignored my behavior. “Hey.” My brothers walked in with the rest of the gang and a chorus of greetings erupted from them. I smiled politely and greeted them. Suddenly I felt Dal move closer. He whispered in my ear; “if you ever wanna continue this come on down to Bucks doll.” I felt him smirk as I blushed. I lightly shoved him, biting my lip. I was definitely going to go down to Bucks.
hopefully u enjoyed this!!!! thanks so much for requesting
Preference "How they react when you start talking dirty to them" (NSFW)
(So i’m still going with the NSFW theme XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it!! Yay for our fav being turned on…well most of them XD PS. I still took out Carl, Ron and Enid for this one…Gifs not mine/Found them on google/Credit to the original owners.)
Negan- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d be way more than turned on but still he’d try to keep it together for a while. However, he’d always fail to go through it completely and would just pin you down under him. “Careful Y/N…Saying things like how badly you want to ride me and how you’d be my dirty slut doesn’t come cheap…I’ll fucking make it happen…Oh yeah! I’ll do it…”
Daryl- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d get distracted by you and would slowly stop doing whatever he was doing to grab your wrist and pull you closer to whisper in your ear. “You better stop it Y/N…stop it right now…I swear if you keep this up…Everyone will know about how much of a slut you are…right here…right now…”
Rick- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d get turned on and let you keep going. He’d honestly felt somewhat flattered hearing you express this way and pull you closer to whisper. “You really have a way with words, don’t you, Y/N…you know exactly how to get to me…And let me tell you this…you might regret saying all those things right now…”
Merle- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d get immensely turned on and would just want to make everything you were saying a reality. It wouldn’t even matter where you were, he’d start to undress. "Alright baby…let see how badly you want me…Talkin’ about getting on your knees for me…and being a slut…you think i’m just gonna let that slide…oh fuck no…”
Glenn- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, you’d peak his interest and he’d listen closely to your proposition, being interested that for once, you were the one initiating it. He’d then pull you away and say “Really, Y/N…is that all you’re willing to do for me…with me…getting all…and…You know what…let’s do it…now…”
The Governor- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d smirk and slowly feel himself getting more and more turned on. He’d then turn to you and aggressively kiss you to shut you up. “Y/N, stop it…you know I can’t handle you talking to me like this…I’m going to have to do something about this…Get on your knees…”
Abraham- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d find it endearing of you and actually think you were being adorable. He’d chuckle looking over at you and suddenly pull you into his lap . “Damn, Y/N…never expected you to be this turned on over me…I’m used to it being the other way around and you always being the pure and innocent one…Guess I was wrong…”
Eugene- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d be surprised and would gulp and gasp at every word you’d tell him. However, he wouldn’t ever tell you to stop as he’d actually encourage you to keep going.“Wow…really…Oh my god…Y/N…you’re not usually like this…Oh…but I didn’t tell you to stop though…I wanna know more…”
Jesus- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d wondered as to what would get you in such a mood and try to figure it out. Only to slowly forget and get caught up in your words. “Y/N, what did I ever do today to get you all hot and bothered? I mean you wouldn’t really do all that right here and now…With me…right now…right?”
Dwight- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he wouldn’t be able to handle it and wouldn’t even try to deny it to you that he’d want to do you. “Fuck, Y/N…You really think i’m not gonna do anything after all that…Every fucking time you do this!…I just want to…and after you told me how badly you want me to touch you…No…Get over here…right now!”
Morgan- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d slowly feel uncomfortable over the fact you were both out in the public and grab your arm to warn you. “I’m flattered, Y/N…I really am…but this isn’t the right time for you to tell me that..you should keep that to yourself when we’re out…And remind me later in our room…”
Shane- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d immediately talk dirty back and just walk towards you to corner you while actually try to win over you. “Oh yeah…that’s what you’d do…Did you ever think about what I’d do…I’d rip those fucking clothes off and get you on the floor…then i’m gonna make you my slut…want me to tell you how…or should I just show you…”
Milton- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d get flustered and try to keep his mind to his work but the more he heard you, the more he couldn’t take it. “Y/N, please stop it…you’re really distracting me…go away…You know what, let it go! Don’t leave! I’m serious, don’t!Just lock the door! I-I want you badly, now! Hurry, get over here…”
Aaron- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d be impressed by everything you were saying and be in slight disbelief you felt that way over him. “Really? Wow! You want me to do that? That badly? Y/N…are you really serious about all of this? I mean I know you like me and all…but this…this is a whole different thing…”
Gabriel- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d try his best to not listen too much and think of anything else while telling you to stop but in the end always fail and give in. “Y/N, please stop it…it isn’t right…You shouldn’t be saying these kind of things to me…We’re not like that…Wait! I-I change my mind…don’t tell anyone…let’s go…”
The Wolf- The moment you’d start talking dirty to him, he’d smirk and feel confident about himself and just want to do everything you’d want him to. “Is that really what you want, Y/N? For me to do…and…all that…right now…Alright…get over here…I can do that! I’ll make it happen…”
Michonne- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d give you a warning look and listen to all you have to say before actually giving into you. “Is that all? Are you serious Y/N…you want me to do all that…just because you…feel that way…Alright then…Show it to me…Now…Here I thought you were an innocent one…”
Maggie- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d be amused by it and would smile and chuckle to every word you have to say. “Y/N, this is going to sound strange but…that is so sweet of you…I’m serious…I love knowing that you’d get on your knees for me…and do all that…I also like knowing that you’re willing to do all that right now…”
Andrea- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d be turned on and grab your wrist to pull you along with her. “Get over here Y/N…You really think i’m just going to let you go…after you said all that…Oh no…Believe me…I’ll even make you regret saying those things…”
Jessie- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d be stunned and shocked to hear you speak that way. She’d try to get you to stop and tell you “Oh my goodness Y/N…Stop it…we’re out in public…it’s not the time to say those things…keep it for later…Imagine if anyone else heard you…aren’t you embarrassed?
Beth- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d freeze and wouldn’t be to sure of how she feels about it. She wouldn’t hate it but she would’ve preferred to not hear so much. "Uh…well…I don’t know what to say after all that…It’s nice of you Y/N but…I don’t think it’s the right time for you to say all those things…”
Sasha- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d chuckle and laugh, shaking her head in disbelief over everything you were saying. "Wow…what’s gotten into you Y/N? You’re not usually like this…I’m used to you being all shy and innocent! What happened to that Y/N?! Well, it’s not like I don’t love this new side to you…”
Rosita- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d be entertained by you but would sarcastically reply only to further provoke you to make you talk even more. “Really, is that all you’ve got?! Come on, Y/N! I know you can do better…i’m sure you have dirtier things to say than just that…So say it…go on!”
Tara- The moment you’d start talking dirty to her, she’d start getting flustered and wouldn’t want to believe you were talking to her that way. “Oh…you’re serious? Like you want me to…and you’d do all that for me…If I…Wow Y/N…this is…a lot to take in…I don’t hate it…but I’ve never seen you like this before…”
lol Thank you again Ginelle! I’m really truly glad that you like these! It’s a really cool feeling when people actually like my writing. :)
“Come over here and make me.”
“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”
“How do I even put up with you?”
You just want all the fluffy sexual tension, huh??? ;)
WARNING: swearing (the usual) and…possibly nsfw stuffs???…idk man, I haven’t decided yet. (Note: I’m halfway through writing this and I can confirm that yes, I did decide and this is now definitely smut. You can’t make a character say “make me” and not have it escalate! You just can’t! It’s not possible!)
I wanna put a gif with this so I’m gonna!
*nigahiga voice* teehee XD
It’s 10pm. I’ve been waiting on the Parker couch with May for four hours. Peter invited me to dinner, but never showed so I ate with his aunt. She had wine for dinner. I ate the stir fry she’d prepared. She broke out the bottle of wine three and a half hours ago, once she realized Peter wasn’t coming back, then spent the next three hours complaining about work. She let me have one small glass and finished the rest of the bottle in under an hour. She’s been passed out for about 30 minutes now. Peter still hasn’t come back.
I wander around the room and stop to look at the photos on the shelves. Peter hasn’t told me much about his family, but I can recognize his parents and there are a few photos of May and a guy who I think is Peter’s Uncle Ben, but I don’t know much about him. Peter mentioned him once, but then he barely spoke for the next few hours, so I haven’t brought it up again.
I grab my plate and take it over to the stove to get more food since I left the burner on low.
I’m a few steps from the stove when there’s a loud crash from Peter’s room.
I groan and set my plate in the sink then walk over to his room and open the door.
I’m not surprised when I find him in the skin tight red and blue suit with his back to me revealing the large red emblem on his back.
He spins around and throws his right arm out ahead of him. I’m thrown backward and pinned against the wall by what looks like long strands of chewed white gum, but feels like hot glue with the strength of tightly bound metal chains.
I roll my eyes. “I knew it. I-”
“No you didn’t!” Peter cuts me off.
I scoff. “Yes, I did. I knew you were Spider-Man!”
“No. I’m not. I’m not.” He says quickly and clicks the black spider emblem on his chest. “This is just a costume,” he stammers as the suit slides off his shoulders and cascades to the floor, leaving him in only his boxers.
“Really?! I’m not dumb, Parker!” I laugh. “And you’re not exactly the best at being a ninja OR keeping secrets.”
Peter groans and slams his palms against his face and drags them down his cheeks in frustration.
“Plus,” I add with a smirk. “I helped with your laundry and you left some webbing in your jeans.”
“Shit!” he mutters. He raises his head slowly and looks at me, his expression softer. “You can’t tell anyone, okay? Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”
I curl my lips in and look up at the ceiling.
“I’m not kidding,” he says kind of sternly. “You have to promise. Swear to me that you won’t tell a soul about this. Please!”
I look back at him. He really is worried that he can’t trust me and that’s a bit of a punch to the gut, but then I remember I actually did just get webbed to the gut so I’m not really that sorry.
“Come over here and make me.”I smirk playfully. “If you don’t trust me, then come over here…and make me promise. I’m basically your prisoner, Spider-Man,” I gesture at the webbing I’m still covered in. “As long as I’m stuck, your secret is safe.”
Peter knits his eyebrows together, unsure of what I’m getting at, and steps out of his suit, slowly closing the gap between us.
“So what you’re saying,” he says playfully, “is that I could basically, I don’t know…torture you until you vow that you’ll never spill my secret to anyone?”
I nod and bite my bottom lip.
Peter walks over and closes the door then moves so he’s standing right in front of me, barely an inch away. I can feel the heat radiating off his body and his breath as it hits my skin.
“Your move, Spiderman,” I whisper. I try to swallow, but it catches in my throat. The anticipation is torture enough. “What are you gonna do?”
Peter leans closer to me and my eyes are locked on his. His gaze keeps falling to my lips, but he won’t close the gap between us. He won’t give me the release I so desperately want. But, he does give me the one that I need. I don’t notice what he has in his hand until the webs on me start to fall apart and drop to the ground.
I don’t move until they’re all gone. The wait is long and agonizing, but the second the last bit of webbing disappears, I jump forward.
My lips collide with his as I throw my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my closer. The kisses grow deeper and sloppier and my hands get tangled in his hair and his hands make their way into my back pockets.
He breaks for only a moment and quickly says: “Jump.”
I do and his hands grip the back of my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me back against the wall and I use as a bit of leverage to help hold myself up. My hands are pressed against his cheeks, holding him close, and he pulls my legs tighter around him.
“Peter,” I gasp, out of breath. “The bed.”
He turns around and carries me over to it. My weight doesn’t affect him, his strength keeps me up and his hands move to my back as he lowers me down onto his bed. My legs leave his waist as he crawls between them. My hands slide down his chest as his lips leave mine and start traveling down my neck. I feel his hands tugging on my sweater and I push him off so I can pull it up and over my head. I leave my bra on and I lay back down. Peter leaves a trails of kisses down my almost bare chest to my stomach, stopping at my jeans. His fingers fumble with the button and zipper, but he gets them undone and I lift my hips up as he tugs my jeans off.
As he crawls back on top of me, his bare feet brush my now bare legs and I shiver.
“Quit touching me,”I whine and he lets me go and sits back on his calves. I roll my eyes.“Your feet are cold, Stupid.” I grab his hands and pull him back down on top of me.
Peter’s palms slam onto the bed and he stops before his body collides with mine. His looks at me closely, like he’s studying something, examining me.
“What?” I ask shyly, my cheeks burning under his gaze.
He takes a deep breath and smiles. “Did you leave the stove on,” he whispers.
“Shit!” I gasp and jump out of the bed and run to turn it off then run back quickly before May has a chance to wake up and see me in my underwear.
“How do I even put up with you?” Peter laughs as I scamper back into the room.
“Shut up,” I laugh and crawl on top of him. My knees on either side of his hips, this time it’s my turn to stop and study him. He takes my hands in his and plays with my fingers.
He smiles at me. “Whatcha thinkin about?”
I sigh and lie down beside him and rest my head on his chest. I close my eyes and listen to his breathing and his heartbeat as it tries to slow down.
“I promise I’ll keep your secret,” I whisper.
I look up at him and he smiles brighter.
“I love you,” he whispers then takes my right cheek in his left hand and pulls me toward him as he leans closer. I stop before his lips meet mine and I look at him and smile.
“I love you too.”
Oh boy. Is it hot in here?? My cheeks are burning! Are yours burning?
I think this should be it for tonight, but feel free to send me more messages and I write more tomorrow!
Okay, it’s been forever. BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.
Hey people! So I’ve decides to update my promptdecides
You guys know the drill, correct? Choose 2-4 of these various prompts alongside the name of the guy you’ve chose.
I should put this out now so that you are aware. These are not so much public friendly. A bit of these will contain sexual themes. If smut offends you, you’ve come to the wrong post. There’s a lot.
Any who, here’s the selection.
1- “Can I…touch you here?”
2- “Bend over the desk for me…yeah, just like that”
3- “On your knees babe…”
4- “You’re so sexy when you’re mad at me…”
5- “ Hmm, do you like it when I tease you so much?”
6- “Is this what you wanted? Are you satisfied?”
7- “You were talking about me in your sleep. You were begging me to go faster…”
8- “Shh, they might hear us”
9- “I’m afraid that you don’t make the orders…I do”
10- “Ride me…”
11- “So you’re telling me that….you want him…not me”
12- “I’ll make you forget all about your bad day”
13- “Why yes! This is in fact a blindfold”
14- “Let me brush your hair for you…”
15- “Go on…scream my name”
16- “Lay back…And let master take good care of you”
17- “Don’t stop now, you started it….I think you should finish it”
18- “You’re our stylist, not a maid. Sit down and relax with us”
19- “We’re stuck in here…might as well make it worth while”
20- “I saw you looking at me…see something you like?”
21- “Oh come on. Don’t pretend you didn’t do that on purpose…”
22- “They saw you dancing…the only person who should see you like that is me”
23- “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you hate me!”
24- “I didn’t say to stop reading…now did I?”
25- “You really think I’d choose HER over you? Are you stupid?”
26- “You aren’t as innocent as you make yourself out to be…”
27- “I know you aren’t sleeping?
28- “You’ve never done this with anyone else? I’m surprised”
29- “Fuck! What are you doing to me…”
30- “ I think I’m gonna enjoy this…”
31- “I know when you’re lying to me…”
32- “Please just listen to me!”
33- “Let me explain…”
34- “I’m a dangerous man…You know this”
35- “I don’t like to share.”
36- “In fact, yes. There is something you can help me with”
37- “I’m assuming you don’t have one night stands with random men.”
38- “You’re going to try not to fall in love with me…but you’re going to fail..”
39- “I don’t use these scarves for wearing….”
40- “You’re still awake?”
A thump noise of doors closing has echoed through the hallway as you immediately knew that Kai has finally arrived. You placed a knife gently on the kitchen counter and wiped your wet hands on apron, drying them up. Kai walked into the kitchen with a pink rose bouquette, with a big smile on his face. It took him a few big step to get close to you and place a gentle kiss on your cheek while placing the flowers down on the counter next to you.
‘Evening, beautiful.’ Kai said and tucked a small lock of hair behind you ear, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, making you lean on his hand a little bit, his touch feeling so soft and exactly what you had been longing for at that moment.
'Evening.’ You murmured and pulled him closer by grabbing his shirt and holding it tightly with your hand. You leaned in and brushed your nose against Kai’s, his hot breath tickling your lips. You smiled and swiftly licked his lips with your tongue, earning a quiet moan from him.
'With her grandma.’ You muttered and pecked his lips, the feeling of their softness and a trace of chocolate only making you more eager to kiss him properly.
'So we’re all alone?’ He asked and couldn’t help but smile, his hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, even though it was impossible because of how close his body was to your body. You bit your lip and nodded, his eyes piercing into yours, looking bluer than they had ever before.
'All alone.’ You whispered and ran your fingers through his hair, tugging at the tips on the back of his head.
'Do you think that maybe we can… you know.. work on what we talked about?’ He asked you, your eyes going wide a bit as you realized that he had been serious about making a baby with you. He really wanted to start a family with you, to have a smaller version of him walking around the house, maybe a little siphon who could learn everything from Kai.
'You really want to make a baby with me?’ Curiousity was more obvious in your voice than you had wanted, but it definitely wasn’t something Kai was focusing on. He was focusing on showing how serious he was about it and how much he actually wanted it.
'I want everything with you. A baby. I want us to be a family and I know that you are the right person for me.’ He trailed off, your heart skipping a beat when he let those words fall out so beautifully and with so much love. 'To show you how serious I am about us, I- I want to do it the proper way. I want it to be special.’ He uttered and then pulled a black silky ribbon out of his pocket and brought it closer to your face, tying it around your head, covering up your eyes. Your heart started beating faster because you knew that this night would be the most special night of your life, the night you would remember forever. He took off your apron, folding it neatly and placing it on the kitchen counter.
'Do you trust me?’ He whispered, his lips pressed against you ear.
'Always.’ A slight chuckle left Kai’s body and then he took you by the hand and carefully led you around the house. As soon as a slight breeze hit your face, you knew you were in the garden. You laughed a little bit and walked slower than you have ever before but not long after that, you stopped and felt Kai’s hands leaving your side, letting you to stand alone.
'Kai? Are you still here?’ You chuckled and reached out your hands, hoping you would get a hold of him but there was no one there.
'Still here. Just making sure that everything is perfectly set up.’ He said, your brows furrowing in confussion. You couldn’t hold the excitement and curiousity anymore and were dying to see what Kai has prepared for you.
'Set up for what?’
'Don’t be impatient. Just a second and- there. You can take off the ribbon.’ You reached behind your head and untied the black ribbon, letting it fall down on the floor and when you saw what was in front of you, you felt as if you were going to fall down as well. Breath hitched in your throat and your heart started beating rapidly, dizziness spreading through your head and suddenly you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Small candles were placed all around the garden, surrounding you both, a small path made out of the candles from the doors to where Kai was standing. White lights were shining down on you, making the night without stars somehow more romantic and magical that stars could never do, red roses placed neatly in small bowls, laying down on the grass. You covered your mouth with your hand, for some reason, tears had started forming in your eyes, but it even got worse when Kai knelt down on one knee, holding a small black box in his hands.
'Kai..’ you whispered, barely managing to utter his name, let alone something else. A single tear rolled down your cheek, your knees suddenly feeling like jello and as if your body was about to give up on you. Kai opened up a small box as you had a perfect view of the ring. Silver ring with an oval diamond, the lights hanging off the tree reflecting it perfectly, showing how beautiful it was. Tiny rose gold diamonds surrounding the oval one, giving it a beautiful and complexed, yet very unique and simple finish that took your breath away.
'I’ve known you for a really long time now. We’ve been through a lot, the bad and the good, ended up being seperated a few times and somehow we have always managed to find our ways back to each other, as if we were meant to be. If someone had told me two years ago that I would be kneeling in front of the most beautiful girl in the world with a ring in my hands, I would laugh at them and tell them they’re crazy. Because- I have never thought that I would get a chance for a normal life again, I thought I would never find someone who could love me and someone I could love more than my own life, someone I would do anything to keep them happy everyday. And then, I met you. A simple, yet special and like no other girl, who took my heart and made me fall in love with her. I can’t imagine not having you in my life. You are my strenght and my weakness and a day without you is a complete torture for me. I will love you forever and I will make sure that you have the most amazing life with me because that’s where I want to be. Next to you. Every single day. And that’s why, I’m asking you, will you do me an extraodinary honor and marry me?’ Kai trailed off and you couldn’t suppress the tears anymore. They were falling down your cheeks, but they were happy tears. You were overwhelmed by happiness and were completely lost for words even though you knew what your answer would be when you first laid eyes on Kai, kneeling in front of you.
'Yes. Yes, yes! A million times yes!’ You shouted and threw yourself into Kai’s arms, not caring if anyone from your neighbours have heard you shouting. At that moment, you were the happiest girl alive and somehow, deep down, you had always known that you and Kai would be together for a very long time. Kai picked you up and spun you around, planting dozens of kisses all over your face, unable to hide how happy he was and you couldn’t describe how happy you felt as well. It was a feeling that you had never even thought you would get to experience and you felt as if your body would explode from happiness and your love for Kai. You fell in love with him all over again, even though you have been falling in love with him more and more every single day you had spent with him. He let you down on your feet, but his arms were still wrapped around your body, a big smile still illuminating on his face, your tear falling down again. They were happy tears and all the built up emotions you had been holding in, flooded to the surface and you had finally realized how lucky you were to find such a perfect guy as Malachai Parker. His thumb caressed your cheek, wiping your tears away. His gentle hands cupped your face as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips.
'I can’t tell you how happy I am right now. You had made my biggest wish come true. I was scared that- that you might say no. I was nervous the entire day.’ Kai spoke up and looked nervous or scared even, as if you were going to change your mind about the answer you had given him. You smiled for a split second and ran your fingers through his hair that felt so silky and soft under your touch.
'You have won me over with just being here with me.’
'The ring and all off this is just icing on the cake.’ Kai said, making you laugh, but even when you stopped laughing, his eyes were still focused on you, admiring your face and how beautiful you looked under the soft lights and moonlight. 'I love you.’
'I love you too. So much. My heart aches because of how much I love you, but somehow, that is exactly what I need to feel alive.’ He hadn’t said a word. He just smiled and then walked over to a small basket placed on the ground, taking out two glasses and pouring you and him some champagne, dropping a nice red strawberry to the bottom of the glass before giving it to you. You took a sip and for some reason, you had gotten nervous.
'So, what we were talking about before. Do you still- um- want to?’ No further explaination was needed. You knew he was talking about making a baby with you and it made your breath hitch, including the lump in your throat that for some reason didn’t let you breathe properly.
'Really? You’re ready?’ He stepped closer, his hand finding it’s way to your back, pulling you close to his body as he planted a kiss on your neck, making you throw your head back.
'Ready as I’ll ever be. I’m ready for this and as much as I hate to share, I’m ready to share you with our kid, who will be just as beautiful as his mom.’
'So, it will be a boy?’ You furrowed your bows and chuckled.
'We’ll see.’ He kissed your neck in the way only he knew and the spot he needed to touch, which you felt all the way down there. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, trying to suppress your moans.
'Should we- um- take this to our room?’ You breathed out, your eyes meeting Kai’s. He chuckled and nodded before taking your glass and placed it on the grass next to his glass. You swallowed hard when he picked you up swiftly, carrying you into the house and to your shared room, closing the doors with his foot.
'Is this really necessary?’ You asked him, his eyebrows furrowing as if you had just asked him the most impossible question that has ever existed in the world. He still kept quiet as he put you down and turned on a lamp that was placed on a beautiful antique nightstand, lighting up the room just enough so he could see your face. You traced your fingers over the drawers and sighed heavily. You felt as if you had just agreed on sleeping with Kai for the first time ever. You have never been this nervous in your life and were kind of scared. You got lost in your mind but quickly snapped out of if when you felt Kai’s hands on your waist, hugging your from behind while his lips found your sweet spot on your neck, making you close your eyes.
'You’re nervous?’ He whispered and waited for your response, but you just nodded, as if you were scared to say it out loud. 'We don’t have to do it now. There’s so much time for us to-’ you cut him off by placing a swift kiss on his lips, all the nervousness suddenly leaving your body.
'I want this. I want you. So, please, Kai. Make love to me.’ You trailed off and it didn’t take him long to pull you in for a deep and passionate kiss, his hands sliding into your back pockets, grabbing your ass tightly and then press his crotch against you. You tugged at his shirt before you slipped your hands under it, tracing your fingers over his toned torso. He tugged at your bottom lip a bit before he pulled away just enough to give you space to take his shirt off. You threw it down on the floor and it didn’t take him long enough to kiss you again, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your shirt, button by button and it felt like torture. He was doing everything so slowly, and it was driving you crazy. He reached the last button and unbuttoned it, spreading your shirt just enough to get a good look on your black bra that fitted you perfectly. He pushed your shirt down, sliding perfectly down your arm and falling down on the floor. He reached behind you and unhooked your bra, your boobs completely exposed to him and his touch.
'Beautiful.’ He cupped your one boob and squeezed it gently, twisting your nipple carefully between two fingers, feeling it getting harder under his touch. “You always respond so nicely to my touch.’ His hand left your boob as he slowly traced his fingers down your stomach until he reached the button on your jeans. He unbuttoned them, pushing his hand inside your underwear and touched you just where you wanted him. 'I like it.’ He pushed one finger inside you and curled it around, the way you closed your eyes and threw your head back at the feeling making him hard. Just when you started moaning quietly, he took his finger out of you and when you wanted to protest as to why he has done that, he pressed his fingers on your clit, breath hitching in your throat. He started making slow figure eights on your clit, his mouth opening slightly, his member getting harder as each second passed, dying to feel how perfectly your walls felt around him. He sped up, his movements getting a bit rougher than before, and everytime he pressed harder, a loud moan escaped your mouth. You kept pushing your hips forward, wanting to make more friction as you felt yourself getting closer to your release. You grabbed onto the table behind you so hard that your knuckles had turned white, your walls slightly clenching.
'Kai…’ you moaned out, Kai’s eyes strongly focused on you, watching your every move and how perfectly you responded to his marvelous touch. 'Oh god.’ Your walls clenched even more and just as your orgasm started approaching, Kai’s fingers left your body and you were back where you were at the begining. The feeling started fading away, but your frustration was getting more and more obvious. Kai showed you a mischevious smile and planted a soft kiss on one of your boobs before he licked his fingers and made a popping sound when his fingers left his mouth, devouring them as if your arousal was his favourite dessert. He pushed your jeans down your legs and took them off, followed by panties that matched your bra perfectly. You were standing naked in front of him, hungry for his body and hungry for his touch. He placed his hands on your boobs, feeling your nipples, but not for long. He traced his fingers down your stomach as he went lower and lower until he reached your ankle, blowing slightly on your heat, making your breath hitch. He smiled again, his eyes a darker shade of blue, filled with lust.
'Jump.’ He ordered and you obliged, jumping onto the table behind you. His hands pushed your legs further apart, exposing your heat to him. He pulled you a little bit closer before he knelt down in front of you and burried his head inbetween your legs, his tongue poking your entrance. He pushed his tongue inside you, collecting your arousal. You intertwined your fingers with his hair as you felt his tongue massaging your clit slowly, pleasure taking over your body completely and just when you were least expecting it, he pushed two fingers inside you and started curling them around. His tongue matched the movements his fingers were doing and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back for too long when you felt your orgasm slowly approaching.
'Please, don’t s-stop.’ You stuttered and leaned against the wall as Kai started sucking on your clit, almost a scream escaping your mouth as your orgasm tore through your entire body, shaking under Kai’s touch. When you came down from your high, he pulled out his fingers out of you and licked them clean again.
'I can’t wait to show you how much I want this.’ He murmured and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, his lenght springing free, hitting his stomach as your eyes went wide at his size. You reached out your hand, wanting to touch him, but he slapped it away and wrapped his own hand around his member. He started pumping it in front of you, the sight of it making you bite your lip. He circled around his tip with his thumb, collecting his pre-cum and bringing it up to your mouth to taste him. He picked you up and carried to the bed, placing you down slowly. He couldn’t help but stare at you, as if he was memorizing every square inch of your naked body.
'What?’ You chuckled.
'Nothing, just admiring how freaking perfect you look naked.’ He said and climbed on top of you, his arms on each side of your body, supporting his weight.
'Stop it.’ You chuckled and hit his arm playfully, your faces going serious shorter after that. You swallowed hard and combed Kai’s hair with your fingers, admiring how beautiful he looked under the dimmed lights.
'Ready?’ You nodded and reached between your bodies to get ahold of Kai’s member. You pumped him a few times before leading him to your entrance, pushing only his tip in. 'I love you.’
'I love you too.’ You whispered and then felt Kai slowly pushing his thick shaft into you, streching you out just the way you loved it. Your skin was on fire and you felt as if you were going to explode. Every Kai’s touch almost hurt because of how sensitive your skin was. His mouth formed a perfect o shape when he entered you completely, your tight walls perfectly wrapped around him. He refused to move until he was sure that you had ajusted to his size, but no words were needed when you bucked your hips up and on purposely clenched around him, a quiet moan escaping his mouth, but even after that, he kept still.
'Please, Kai, move.’ You muttered, tracing invisible patterns with your fingers on his back and lifting your hips up at the same time, your legs wrapping around his body. He smiled and slowly pulled out, not even a second after that, he pushed in again, filling you up completely. You threw your head back in pleaure as Kai hit your spot each time he went in. He pressed his forehead on yours, his blue eyes deeply piercing into yours while his hips kept thrusting into you, changing their pace between fast and slow.
'Shit, Kai!’ You moaned out and lifted your head up, just enough to reach his shoulder as you bit on it slightly, but even that didn’t help with your loud moans. Kai had always known how to make you go crazy, he knew your body just as good as you did. For a second, you had forgotten about everything around you. It was just you and Kai, doing something you have been longing for and it was finally happening. He lifted your hips up, his hands supporting you as he found a knew angle to thrust in. He went all the way in, as deep as he could, his thrusts not so slow anymore. He felt how your walls clenched around him, as he knew that you were close to yet another release. He focused on hitting your spot constantly, his hips relentlessly slamming into you, only moans and skin on skin sound echoing through the bedroom.
'Kai, I’m- I’m c-lose’ you stuttered, barely finding the strenght to speak up, a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach getting more and more evident.
'Me too.’ He reached for your clit and started rubbing it in rough figure eights, wanting you to finish again before him.
'Fuck.’ You screamed out and started shaking, your second orgasm tearing through your body, even making you a little bit dizzy. As your wall clenched tightly around Kai’s thick shaft, it triggered his orgasm as he came inside you in short spurts, riding out your and his orgasm completely. He collapsed on top of you, his head pressed against your chest, listening how your fast heartbeat started slowing down. He pulled out of you and laid beside you, covering you both with a blanket, pulling you into his arms.
'I have a feeling we made a baby tonight.’ Kai said, making you chuckle. You had never imagined that Kai would be the one who wanted a baby so much. You had always thought that it would be you, but somehow, it was completely opposite.
'Maybe we did.’ He kissed your forehead and hugged you even tighter as you couldn’t hide a huge smile on your face for the rest of the night.
9 months and one week have passed and you still haven’t delivered the baby. It was getting tougher for you to do anything because you couldn’t even see your feet from your big belly and everything that required working under your belly, was something Kai took over, massaging your feet was the main thing he did every single day, multiple times. He helped you with everything, took over cooking and cleaning while you relaxed on a nice deck chair with a book in your hands and a glass of fresh orange juice next to you on a small table. You have almost finished your 9th book. Even though you didn’t like reading that much before, you certainly read a bunch of them in those nine months. You took a sip of your freshly squeezed orange juice and took a small piece of blueberry pancakes. They were delicious, like everything else Kai had made you.
'Enjoying the sun?’ Kai walked out of the house and into the garden, placing a kiss on the top of your head and rubbed your shoulders a little bit before he sat down next to you, a smile flashing on his face.
'Mhm’ you murmured and tried to focus on your book, unsure if you even heard Kai’s question properly.
'How are you feeling?’ Kai asked and you finally lifted your gaze from the book and looked at him, showing him a big smile as you exhaled deeply. The moment he saw you smiling, he couldn’t help but smile as well, his now beautiful wife, looking more beautiful than ever with a baby on the way.
'Tired. If only this baby could finally get out.’ You said, Kai’s chuckle sounding like music to your ears. He got up and knelt down beside you, placing his hands on your belly and planted a gentle kiss.
'Hey, little one. I know you like it in there, but I think it’s time you get out and meet your parents. I think you might like it out here more than you love it in there. We don’t want mommy to get too tired, she deserves some rest after carrying you and taking care of you for nine months.’ Kai trailed off, his fingers carresing your belly, drawing invisible patterns on it. You smiled at his words, your heart melting at how sweet and carrying he was. It only made you realize how much you love him and how happy you are to have him as your husband and as the future father of your child. You reached out your hand and ran your fingers through his hair before gently pressing your palm on his cheek, making Kai lean on it, your gentle touch calming him down a little bit.
'If you keep talking to the baby like that, maybe she will listen to you. Or he. Soon we will know. As long as it’s healthy, doesn’t matter the gender.’
'You are going to be an amazing mother. I know it.’ Kai said and leaned in to kiss your lips, but before he could press his lips onto yours, you quietly winced in pain, sudden pain kicking through your body.
'What is it? What’s happening?’ Kai wanted to do everything to help you. Seeing how you winced in pain, was not easy for him to watch. Your face went serious and you looked down, a wet spot appearing underneath you, which could have only meant one thing.
'My water just broke. It’s time, Kai.’ You trailed off and it took him some time to gather his thoughts and process the words that came out of your mouth. His smile got bigger and bigger as each second passed, happiness radiating through his body as he couldn’t contain the excitement. He cupped your face and kissed you deeply.
'Ok. We have everything packed. Clothes, baby stuff.’ He murmured and ran into the house as if he had forgotten about you. You slowly got up and sauntered into the house, looking for clean sweatpants. Kai appeared out of nowhere with full hands, probably picking up everything he landed his hands on. You couldn’t help but laugh, but also feel safer knowing everything was going as you and Kai had planned.
'And you.’ He stated, dropping everything down on the floor as he rushed towards you, helping you to change your sweatpants, acting a little bit too careful as if you were made out of glass.
'Despite that I’m having some really painful contractions, I’m delighted.’ He chuckled and grabbed you by your arm, slowly leading you out of the house and into the car, making sure to put your seat belt on before he rushed into the house to get all of the stuff you needed.
Ride to the hospital was quiet, with occasional grunting coming from you, your contractions getting closer to one another. Kai’s gaze was strongly focused on the road, driving carefully but fast enough to get you there as soon as possible. As you were getting closer to the hospital, you were starting to get nervous and fear found its way into your body. Even though you have already been through that, you still thought that you couldn’t do it.
'Kai, I- I don’t think I can do this.’ You muttered, fear obvious in your voice, your heartbeat picking up its pace. You ran your fingers through your hair and not long after that, Kai parked the car in front of the hospital.
'Look at me-’
'No, I-’ he unfastened your seat belt along with his and cupped your face with both of his hands, his eyes locking with yours.
'Take a deep breath. You can do this. You are the strongest woman I have ever met and I know you can do this. I need you to be strong now, you can’t give up, ok?’ Kai trailed off, your breathing slowing down just as your heartbeat. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, as you felt your body slowly relaxing. You nodded and showed Kai a smile, his hand tucking a small lock of hair behind your ear.
He helped you out of the car and found your doctor who took you to your room. Your contractions were getting more and more frequent, but only after three hours they took you to a delivery room. Kai was beside you the entre time, his hand in your hand. At times you had squeezed his hand so hard that you had thought you would break it, but from the look of his face, he wasn’t paying much attention to it. He was making sure that you were ok, asking you all the time how you felt. It was starting to get annoying, but it felt nice to see how much Kai wanted to keep you safe, ready to do anything if something went wrong. You pushed one last time as hard as you could and after a few moments, baby’s crying echoed through the room.
'It’s a girl.’ The nurse said and placed her carefully on your arms, tears suddenly forming in your eyes. Your heart melted when she grabbed your finger with her tiny hand and squeezed it. She looked so small and fragile, yet she seemed stronger than ever. Her smile was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen in your life. You lifted your head up and looked at Kai who had the biggest smile on his face. He leaned down and kissed you, his thumb wiping away your tears off your cheeks.
'She looks exactly like you.’ Kai whispered, gently caressing the baby’s head. You couldn’t hide your smile and couldn’t suppress your tears anymore. 'What’s wrong?’ Kai asked, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.
'Nothing, I’m- I can’t believe how lucky I am to have such a perfect life. I love you so much words can’t describe.’ Kai smiled and kissed you again, feeling exactly the same as you did and seeing the love of his life and his daughter made his heart melt and made it a bit warmer.
You opened your eyes and looked around, noticing you were in a different room, all the lights dimmed but your eyes focused on something else. Kai was standing in the middle of the room with the baby in his arms, swaying his body carefully.
'Hey, little one. I’m your dad. I will take care of you and will make sure you have the best life in the world. I love you so much. I won’t let anything happen to you. You mean more to me than my own life.’ He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead, a smile appearing on his face. You quietly chuckled which made Kai turn around, his eyes finding yours.
'Hey. How do you feel? Tired?’ He whispered and walked towards you, gently placing your daughter in your arms.
'A bit tired and sore, but, I’m fine. More than fine.’ You whispered and moved a little bit as Kai laid on the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around you.
'I can’t tell you how happy I am and how grateful I am to have you in my life. I really want to say thank you for giving life to this little one. I will always love you. Forever.’ He trailed off, a single tear streaming down your face. You quickly wiped it away and pecked Kai’s lips before both, you and Kai looked down at your baby daughter, only happiness radiating through your body as you finally realized how your perfect life has just begun and how the end of it was nowhere near.
Edd scaring the living daylight out of Matt with a shitty ghost costume (which is basically just white bedsheets with holes in them) But Edd ends up feeling sorry for the ginger bean and Matt demands smooches as an apology.
Matt: Edd, you hurt me and i demand an apology smooch
Edd: But I didn’t touch you
Matt: You hurt me here *puts hand over heart*
Matt: Now, *points to his mouth* less talky more smoochy
moonbroch: an old Scottish word for a hazy halo of cloud around the moon at night that was a sign of bad weather to come
“You said your father was sending you away.”
Your voice cracked as you adamantly refused to meet the prince’s gaze, lest you stop being angry. “You… said… you were leaving to marry… someone else.” Your hands shook, eyes boring into the ground. The princess of Tenebrae was to wed Noctis. Lunafreya was to be with the man you had grown up with, the man you shared your first kiss with, the man who made you see stars, who knew about that one spot on your neck… As a symbol of peace. And you could have accepted it. You did, in fact. You accepted it when he held you and told you he will always love you. You accepted it when you watched the boys pull away from the curb, en route to Galdin Quay. You accepted it when you sank to your knees by your favorite tree in the royal gardens and wept quietly. What you did not accept was this…
Him, strolling back into Insomnia, invisible in the buzzing city, everyone antsy for the signing ceremony. Him, finding you in your favorite bookstore, flipping furiously through each novel unfortunate to be within eyesight, never truly looking at any of them. Him, convincing you to take him back to your little house on the edge of the city. “No, no, they’ll be fine, Iggy took them out for dinner.” Him, him and his stupid, stupid smirk. Watery apologies. Hot tears.
Noctis cursed under his breath, burning himself on the tea kettle. You were too busy cleaning to pay the whistling any mind. As if it could distract you from what was happening. You grumbled venomously, wiping down the front of the cabinets.
“Idiot boy… So stupid.”
“I can hear you,” he bit back, clicking the burner off.
Prompt: padmeamidalia asked: “You needed to use my phone to call someone but as you were handing it back you dropped it and now the screen is shattered. I hope you realize I’m broke and I am not paying for that” for friendship w/ ororo and warren.
Like, she’s had to deal with five AM random bedroom intrusions, battle for the bathroom that morning at eight, and fight for the last of the cereal, and for decent alone time in the bathroom. On top of all that, only to arrive back to her bedroom to find that her cellphone, that had been lying face-up and unscathed on her bedside table, is now faced down with hairline fracture cracks all along the screen. She speaks obscenities under her breath. It seems like the world is out to get her, that ruining her life and an earbud short-circuiting mid guitar solo on her top rated songs, watching groups of children scurry around the rapidly filling bedrooms at this oversized mansion, and dealing with periodic emotional episodes—it’s all incredibly draining, and she’s just. She’s tired.
So, she leaves first thing. Doesn’t say a word to anyone, just slides her now-cracked phone in her left back pocket, and her wallet in the other. Hangs pure metal bracelets around her wrists—which are more aided conductors disguised as accessories.
Snow white hair pinned in a style by golden pins, nails painted a dark, threatening black, she makes sure to avoid eye contact as she leaves the premises, head held high and dignified, eyes a lazer-pointed ahead. A sliver of stomach shows above her belt as she walks. The golden necklace hanging from her neck reads ‘Goddess’ in slanted cursive. If you look closely, lightening dances on her fingertips. The subtle static shocks from her touch are never accidental.
She has one plan for today: to get to the phone store, pay the expenses for the damage, and live a few more days at the crowded mansion until she is able to leave.
A plan which is way more laxed than she should have known to prepare for.
Because, en route, there’s a call from an unsaved, unknown number. From a payphone stationed outside of a Subway. There’s heavy breathing, no words. A cough. A swallow of some kind of liquid. Clearing of a gruff throat.
She spends a good thirty minutes inside the phone store, and fifty percent of her spending money on the expense of her cellphone. An extra more is dished out for a brick of a phone case on the persuasion of the clerk. This doesn’t count the twenty-four minutes it takes for her to arrive at the location of her unknown caller—given in low, slurred grunts over the receiver.
She spends fifty percent of her energy and patience now pressed for time. The remaining fifty is probably going to be used up in the following minutes, she thinks, as she enters the shaded lot behind a now-closed bar adjacent to a Subway and Dollar Tree.
“What…” She doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead, takes in the mutant before her, slumped against the bar’s back steps. Her thumbs raise to her lips, pressed together in a makeshift prayer as the rest curl around the cup she’s holding. She blurts out a one-word, simple, to the point, “why?”
Warren grunts, eyes still closed, head bowed between his knees. He’s shirtless. A dark stain of something is on his right knee. Large, glorious wings are folded, flopped at either side.
“What and where do you think you could probably get me to take you? What were you possibly doing?”
“What do you think?” he snaps. He sounds tired.
She pauses, a hand in her back pocket, head slightly tilted. Gold earrings twinkle as the sun moves, making it glimmer across her dark skin. Her blinks are lazy and slow. “You look like shit.”
She blinks. Doesn’t respond. Is unamused.
Recognizing his impulsed reply, he mumbles, “sorry.” Then, low where Ororo almost misses, “I feel like like shit.” He shutters. Burps.
His bright hair is windblown, and there’s a healing flesh scrape across his left knuckles and shoulder. Tired wrinkles hang underneath his still-closed eyes. He looks overall disheveled. A semi empty glass bottle sits beside him on the concrete steps, the contents unlabeled but permeating the air with alcohol.
The girl he accidentally calls, scrunches up her face. “Are you drunk? It’s ten—almost eleven in the morning.”
“And what if I am?”
She just raises an eyebrow and continue to study him. He may be a little drunk, in the least. “How bad is your hangover?”
He groans, “I can’t hear anything other than my head pounding.”
She nods. “Vodka?”
“Moonshine.” He blinks wildly, and shields his eyes against the daylight.
There’s a warm coffee cupped in her hands, bought from the nearby Subway. Ororo’s fingers drum against the paper cup. “What happened?” she asks, extending the cup as he’s blinking her way.
Warren remains silent, and when Ororo doesn’t speak for a minute or two, he takes a quick glance. “Some big, asshole brute,” he waves off. “Or something.”
She frowns. “Or something.” And she waits to see if he’s going to continue. When he doesn’t, she sighs to press, “well? What happened?”
He mumbles around the lip of his cup. “I just told you.”
“Don’t be flip with me, Warren.” A breeze blows, and her eyes widen dangerously, demanding, daring.
His drink from the cup loud and long. Annoyingly slow. Finally, he sits back, sighs, wings flex before folding against him. “There was this big, asshole brute guy.”
“And a girl.”
Her brows arch, surprised, but not.
Warren adds, “and some of his goons… Yes, there was a fight. …Hit me over the shoulder with a chair. …My finger’s broken, I think…”
“There was a girl?”
Rolling his eyes, “why is that the part you paid attention to?”
She folds her arms. Of course there was a girl. Why else would he do something so stupid? “Nothing. That’s not important.”
The faux-gold plated watch around her wrist reads 10:48 AM. He shivers again, wraps his arms around his shoulders. His head bows again, elbows languidly outstretched across his bent knees, still holding onto the coffee cup. Elsewhere in this behind-building lot are three dumpsters. The sound of a truck’s horn rings loud and shrill from the nearby highway. Birds chirp, sitting on the light pole wire high above. Somewhere inside the building behind them, a phone rings; no one answers it.
The mutants don’t speak for several minutes. Ororo thinks he may have dozed off to sleep.
He makes a small jolt. “No. Where?”
And she’s beside hm, suddenly hooking a hand around his bicep, nails digging into skin.
And, of course, he yanks away. Glaring at her, rudely, he snaps, “I’m not going anywhere with you. Don’t touch me.”
“So. You called me. To come over here and get you, just so you can tell me you’re going to stay here?” Ororo would be perfectly fine with leaving—it seems like overkill to have come all this way for nothing—she would be perfectly fine with leaving him here. Heck, it could be payback for when he’s left her alone.
“I called you because I need to use your phone.”
“You called me from a payphone.”
“It’s a long distance number.”
She remains standing, staring at him, considering. Finally, “no.”
He sucks his teeth, shakes his head. And she knows that a string of—lies?; offensive, sharp words?; accusations?—are preparing to fly, so she beats him to it, asking, “is it the girl?”
He pauses. His head is pounds. He doesn’t have the patience or the energy to beat around the bush or to lie. His eyes dart to the side. “She has my phone. And my ring.”
There’s a precious gem that sits in the center of the wide ring Warren wears, that he never seems to take off.
“You’re, like, rich. Why don’t you just buy another one?”
“Because, Snow White, it’s—it’s complicated. Duh. And the phone was custom-made.”
“And the ring?”
He rubs the finger it would usually be sitting around. “It’s just important. Ok?”
Ororo stares for several moments longer. Decides, “fine.” Reaching around to her back pocket to retrieve her phone, “do you at least have a name?”
In answer, a crumpled, stained napkin is pulled from his jeans as he stands. A number in bleeding, smudged black ink is written across it. No name. No signature, no red lipstick kiss stain left. No anything.
Ororo nods. “Your ex?”
“You’re biting my ass.”
“You asked to use my phone.” She waves it in her hand. And muttering loud enough for him to hear, “good to know you’re still such a bitch.”
“Glad I’m still slightly drunk.”
Rolling her eyes, she extends her shiny new cellphone, yanking it back before he grabs it to warn, “be nice.”
He gives a very sarcastic, forced, all-teeth smile.
“Thanks, but not just to me.” Her brows rise in meaning. Extending her phone again, she lets him take hold. “Also that’s newly fixed. Break it, I break you.” And she flashes an innocent smile that holds sinister.
The line is picked up after the fourth ring. Even from Ororo’s distance, she can hear a woman’s voice on the other end. The woman doesn’t sound happy.
Warren is gruff and offensive.
Ororo presses her index fingers on either side of her mouth, pulls her lips in a fake smile, signaling to ease his tone for it to work out in his favor.
He flips her off before turning his back to pace in the lot, a hand on his hip, wing feathers ruffling when there’s a loud noise on the other end of the cellphone.
The conversation ends after seventeen minutes. By now, Ororo had made it to the concrete steps and was gingerly sniffing the contents of the glass bottle. He’s gotten an address, and “yes, a name too,” he tells.
She swirls the bottle in boredom. “Good. She sounds sweet. Blonde? Did you find her on Tinder too?”
“Whatever.” His jeans sit low on his hips. Warren readjusts, re-positioning them higher and tightening his belt. “Brunette, since it interests you so much.”
“Don’t say it like I care about who you’re with. Like, you don’t call for my help whenever something wrong happens. Which is, like, all the time.”
He replies with a grunt and a mumble of incoherent words. A hand rubs across the plane of his bare chest. A black and red tattoo of a snake coils around his right arm. There’s a picture of a lady. A rose arches the top of his shoulder. A pirate caricature. Three lines of a quote or song that Ororo has never been close enough to read runs across his left pectoral.
Silence. There’s anxiety in the atmosphere. A need to get up, hurry, run, and to simultaneously wait, slow down. A pause, a hanging in the air.
The glass bottle moves between her hands. Black nails clink-ing on the neck. “Is that coffee working for you?”
Hes gazing off in the distance, takes another drink as if to answer. He scratches over the tattoo of the red rose. Tongue sticks out in disgust at its bitterness. “Something like that. I think. I hope.” Turns the cup around to read the order written on its side in marker. “This is crappy coffee. Stale too.”
“It’s cheap,” she answers. “You ready to get out of here?”
Six minutes later, they’ve left the lot behind the club building and are making their way down the sidewalk in the direction of Warren’s last night score.
“Oh, come on! Who can forget this? ‘If kisses were raindrops, I’d send you showers / because you’re fine and I wish you were mine.’ You kept this shit?” Warren continues rolling down Ororo’s past Facebook feeds, dodging her flying, electricity laced fingers, and cackling.
I told you—it’s mementos. Don’t—don’t go through those! That’s enough. Warr—Warren stop scrolling!”
“Alright, alright. Don’t get all worked up. I’ve come to the end anyway,” he giggles, turning back to the exasperated woman beside him, fiercely glaring at him. Wearing a smirk, he hands over her cellphone—
It isn’t his fault. Not really. It isn’t. The plastic of the phone case cover, slick with both sweat of his hands and the condensation of the coffee cup—like, really. Come on. And he thinks what pretentious Steve Jobs-wannabe co-owner asshole had decided it would be a good idea to not add sturdy, trusting rubber grips to these things. Because—
There’s a sickening shatter as the phone lands face down on the sidewalk.
The entire world stops, and Warren hears the blood rushing into his ears. He doesn’t want to look over, doesn’t want to know if the other mutant is going to strike him down. His wings flex, outstretching in preparation to take flight.
And, what else is he supposed to do?
Ororo wears a frangible look. Warren’s wings flex.
Cars roar past. Neither mutant moves.
His palms sweat more.
Ororo stands with hands at her sides, gaze intent on her fallen phone. When she finally talks, Warren’s head snaps. He’s surprised how soft and steady she spoke, “motherfucker!”
He hesitates. Gaze darting towards her. “Well, you did kinda deserve it…”
She looks to him wearing what he thinks is shock and—anger?
“Munroe,” he speaks, unsure whether to bend down to get it or not.
“I just got that phone fixed…”
He blinks. “Munroe? Jesus. This is a nightmare…”
As if in a sudden realization, “you’re a piece of shit.”
“Look, I’ll—I’ll buy you another one. Ok?”
“You’re full of shit,” the words come threateningly calm, her eyes cutting like red hot iron.
“You're—you just said. How are you—”
“Because I can. I mean—I got it, ok?”
She stares, a mixture of incredibility and disbelief as he squats to cradle the unusable phone. Tiny shards are left on the pavement. Then, she asks, “why?”
He sneers. “Do you want a new phone or not?!”
And Ororo steels up, narrows her eyes—just as bright blue and sharp and wounding as they have always been—and presses a fist to her pink lips and clears her throat. “Yeah. Sure. I do.” Her eyes roll, looking to her right shoulder.
Warren stands, shakes the device to loosen any remaining shards, shoves it into his front pocket. At least now, retrieving his nabbed belongs has now become a sort of necessity, he tells, he tries.