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If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
Hey guys!! So I finally made a master list of everything I’ve written so far including additions to posts from notes! I’ll try to update it every time I post something new :) (Last Updated: 3-27-2021)
Summary: You are wanting to meet your new neighbor, but he somehow keeps eluding you, until you make a plan.
Warnings: None; 1.5k words
Author’s note: I did not name anyone particular, so feel free to imagine your favorite Mayan man. As always, unedited.
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You had been in your new house an entire three months and had yet to see your neighbor. Sure, you heard him come and go at all hours, how were you going to miss the unmistakable sound of his bike? It never seemed you were outside at the times when he arrived home, often late at night, and either his bike was gone before you left for work or by the time you got home. Some weekends it didn’t even make an appearance.
You wanted to introduce yourself, but unless you displayed some truly stalker-ish tendencies, you weren’t sure how to make it happen.
Your mysterious neighbor had first intrigued you when you came home on trash day and noticed your cans were back against your house. You couldn’t imagine that it was the trash collectors who had done it, but you weren’t sure. Until one trash day, you left for work and the bike was not parked next door. When you came home, your cans were still out by the road, as were the neighbors, confirming your suspicion that your unmet neighbor was returning your cans for you. To pay back the favor, you took his can back up to where you usually saw it tucked away beside his house before returning for your own.
Weeks later and your tradition was still in full swing without having ever met. You were starting to get curious about him, especially after you had just missed him driving away one night and caught the back of his leather vest. Asking around town about the Mayans had been interesting. Some people cursed their existence, some people praised them as fighting for the under represented. You couldn’t imagine how a man taking time out of his day to do favors for someone he doesn’t know is a public nuisance. Also, it actually made you feel a little safer knowing he was next door, secretly looking out for you, even if you hadn’t ever spoken..
Meeting your neighbor had become something that constantly skimmed the surface of your mind, how you could make it seem as natural as possible without just sitting outside waiting on him to come home. You were scrolling social media one day when an ad caught your eye. Mind whirling with possibility, you immediately shifted out of the app you were in and over to Amazon. Finding the tool for your new plan was easy, and even affordable, now you just had to wait for it to show up to put it into action.
Two days later, you were in the front yard assembling your brand new fold out hammock. The weather in Santo Padre was beautiful and you had the next two days off with plenty of reading to catch up on. Situating your hammock on the side of your property towards your neighbors with the guise of using the porch as a side table, if he came home while you were in the hammock, you would be in a perfect spot to get a front row view. The motorcycle was not in the driveway while you set everything up, a couple books, your phone, water, sunglasses, and you were ready to settle in for the long haul.
By early evening, you had finished one book and made good progress into the second. The sun was just starting to set and your stomach had started to rumble. Deciding to pop inside for a much needed bathroom break and some dinner, you roll out of the hammock, gathering your empty water bottle and finished book to take inside. Making record time, you have an empty bladder, full stomach, new water bottle, and as a last minute addition, a blanket from the back of your couch as you roll into the hammock for the second time today. It’s still too warm for the blanket, but you know you will need it before the night is over, so you leave it folded at the end of the hammock by your feet.
The light from your front porch is just enough for you to continue to read, but you find yourself more mesmerized by the night sky. There is not much light pollution this side of town and you catch yourself looking more at the stars than the words in your book as you try to recall the constellations you learned in school. Feeling your eyelids getting heavy, you shift down further in the hammock, confident that you will be waking to the sounds of a motorcycle soon.
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Sure enough, you shoot upright at the sound of a motorcycle, but not at the sound of one approaching. This motorcycle just started and you can make it and its rider moving away from you down the street in the dark. You bring your hand up to rub your eyes, only to realize you can’t because it is trapped in the blanket wrapped around you. Frowning, you untangle yourself from the blanket, trying to remember having unfolded it and covering yourself. Suddenly your eyes go wide, what if he did it before he left?
Grabbing your phone from beside you, you realize it is only 2am. He had apparently just stopped home quickly because the last time you looked at the clock it was barely 11pm. Gathering your items, but leaving the hammock, you head inside. Usually when he headed out this late at night, he wasn’t home until later the next day anyways.
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The next day you sleep in. Upon waking up you walk to the window to double check if the motorcycle was back. Noticing it was still absent brought a frown to your face but you started on making yourself a nice brunch spread, making plenty of leftovers so you could heat it up quickly for dinner. If anything, these two days are doing wonderful things for your tan.
After packing up your dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, you give another glance at the empty street, wondering how he had gotten home last night without you waking up, before heading for a shower. You take your time, washing and shaving everything, making sure you are clean and smooth. If you were going to meet our gold-hearted mystery neighbor tonight, you were going to make sure you looked your best.
Walking from the bathroom to your bedroom, you glance out the window before doing a double take. While you were in the shower, he had managed to sneak home. You didn’t hear him arrive over the sound of the shower and your music. Not willing to waste any more time, you grab shorts and a tank top, throwing them on and heading out the door.
You glanced over at his house, but didn’t see anyone. In the daylight though, you noticed the two beer bottles sitting on the front porch that you didn’t notice last night, the chair on the porch angled towards your property, which was normally flush against the house.
How long had he sat and watched you sleep last night before riding off into the night?
The heat that rises to your cheeks has nothing to do with the sun beating down on you. You slide down your sunglasses, opening your book to your marked page from yesterday. You were going to meet your neighbor if it was the last thing you did.
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Hours passed and you saw no movement in the house. You were starting to get restless and decided to take the chance to go into the house to empty your bladder and grab the food you had prepared earlier, taking it outside to eat. You were not missing him today.
It was just starting to get dark and even with sleeping in, you were getting tired. Maybe it was all the fresh air, or maybe it was just because you had been laying around doing nothing, but you felt your eyes drifting shut and your book resting against your chest. Enjoying the dimmed world between asleep and awake, your faintly register footsteps coming towards you. You think they are important but right now, you can’t remember why. Snuggling your face into the side of your hammock, you can feel the blanket being lifted and rested over you. You shimmy a bit, burrowing further into the hammock, letting out a low hum.
A chuckle pulls you slightly more into awakeness but you are too comfortable to open your eyes and lose your peacefulness just yet. Slipping deeper into sleep now that you are under a blanket, you hear a man say, “Buenas noches, hermosa.”
“‘Night,” you mumble back. The footsteps stop for a moment but resume until you can’t hear them again. However, the start of a motorcycle has you shooting straight up in the hammock, this time, however, you make eye contact with your neighbor before he drives away. As the blanket falls to our lap, you lift your hand in a small wave.
He twists his right hand on the throttle, making the engine rev on the motorcycle, a grin on his way too handsome face and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks. He gives you a wink that does nothing to help it before he shifts into gear and drives away into the night.
A/N: And we’re back! I knew this took a few more days longer than two days, but in my defense, um, well, no defense really. I just changed a few things up. But, I hope you all will enjoy it still. I cannot express enough how thankful I am for all the feedback you have all given me! I will be replying to them throughout the day because my mind is always everywhere. Regardless, thank you so much for the love. You have no idea how fulfilling it is to read your comments and such.
Roommates will be updated soon along with a new Angel story… Sex Guru Angel is gonna be very fun.
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Shoutout: Always a shoutout to @blackmissfrizzle, my second brain, for ruining me. This story was supposed to be a one shot, but guess who kept encouraging me. LMAO I LOVE YOU. Might be another war among us today. Maybe.
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Masterlist
Always You
Word count: 8070
Warnings: Mentions of stalker behavior, angst, smut, violence
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
A/N: Good morning everyone! I know I haven’t posted in a while, and you all know why. Thank you all again for being very understanding, it was a rough couple of weeks, and I’m trying to push through the best I can. This story was supposed to be a one shot for a prompt request I received some time ago, but I’m glad I’m able to finally fulfill it. I wrote out most of it already so it should be posted every 2-3 days. I’m also finishing up Roommates this week, at least trying to!
Hope you all have been having a good week thus far! Hopefully it is also warming up! Exams have been killing me, but my last one is later today, so yay!
The new Mayans trailer looked amazing! Definitely getting the creative juices flowing, even for EZ.
Anyways, thank you all again, you are all the utter best!
Special shoutout: To @blackmissfrizzle, you fucking crazy, violent person, my second brain. Because of you, I got a Tiktok guy on here. But thank you for listening to my crazy ideas about this story, a story that was supposed to be a one-shot turned into a series cause of all of those videos, love you though. And to @angelreyesgirl you’re the one who helped me figure out as to why certain things happen in the story, thank you, I just, I love you, you already know this, no more sappiness from me today, maybe. Also, happy birthday!
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Masterlist
Word count: 8657
Warnings: Mentions of stalker behavior, angst, smut
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
Characters: EZ Reyes x black!reader, Miguel Galindo x black!reader
Summary: No one lives forever
Warnings: Death of a loved one, hospitals, just major sad vibes.
A/N: Its finally here! I wanted to wait til I finished the whole series, but I decided I should give y'all something. Hopefully I'll finish the series soon enough.
Life was finally getting together. EZ was a great boyfriend, the sex was even better, your job was the best you ever had, you were back in school, and your dad was making some positive progress. Even things with Miguel were good. You realized how much he needed a friend that he wasn’t paying.
The only complaint you had was that EZ was distracted by something. Him and Angel were going through stuff. It wasn’t club shit or Adelita. Whatever it was, it was something with why they weren’t talking to each other a few months ago. Maybe you could get it out of EZ at lunch today. As you gathered your things to meet him, Frankie met you at your desk.
“Ugh,” you dropped your purse. “Which Reyes I gotta bail out now?” Since their little reconciliation, the Reyes brother bonding time consisted of getting in trouble or arrested together.
“Uh YNN,” Frankie took a deep breath. “It’s not EZ, Angel, or anyone from the club for that matter.”
The tone in his voice told you all you needed to know. “No.” Luckily your desk was right behind you to prevent you from falling.
“He’s at the hospital, right now. He still has time. I’m here to escort you.”
You shot a quick text to EZ, saying you had to cancel due to an important case. He had other shit to deal with and you didn’t want him distracted while doing club business.
Every criticism possible ran through your brain as you rushed through the hospital. This morning he did look a little pale. You should’ve stayed home instead of being occupied with work.
“You’re Ms. YLN?” A young black man in a white coat approached you when he saw you push through the double doors.
Thank God you didn’t have to search for any medical personnel. You’ve been through this before and they barely spared you a glance.
“Yes.” You caught your breath and tried to assess his face. Even in this short amount of time, you were too impatient to wait for the news. “Are you my father’s doctor?”
“Yes ma’am.” Dr. Andrews escorted you to a more private waiting room. It was reserved for the hospital more important clientele. You were a girlfriend to a Mayan but more importantly you were a friend to Miguel Galindo. You would be treated like royalty in order to avoid the wrath of Galindo.
Your anxiety was at an all-time high. You were biting your lip and fidgeting with your hands as you threw rapid fire questions at the man.
“He’s strong Ms. YLN. Most wouldn’t have held on this long after that type of episode. It’s a testam-,”
You didn’t need him to make you feel better, you needed the truth. “How long does he have?” You cut off Dr. Andrews.
He bowed his head and sighed. “At most, til the end of the night.”
“Thank you.” Tears were near but you kept it together. “Can I see him?”
Dr. Andrews led you to the room and reminded you to call him or any of the staff if you needed help.
Quietly you entered the room, but your dad still heard you. His head was already turned in your direction.
“Hey handsome.”
He coughed and shook his head. “Don’t you know it’s not good to lie to the dead?”
“Good thing you’re not dead.” You kissed his forehead and sat in the chair next to his bed.
“Yet.” A laugh that was meant to soothe caused more alarm when it turned into what seemed like a never-ending cough.
You tried to mask your grief with a snarky remark. “Seems like God didn’t like your joke.”
“Too bad. He’s gonna get a up close and personal performance very soon.”
Your dad continued to ignore your disapproving stare. “Pumpkin,” he patted your hand. “We always knew this day was coming.”
Leaving your seat, you laid your head gently by his side. “It was supposed to happen much later than this. After you walked me down the aisle and I have kids that you love to give too much sugar to.”
“I know, baby, but it’s my time. I told you that I was only holding on until I knew a good man could take care of you.” He cooed at you as you tried to get your crying under control. “I’ll always be with you.” He tapped your heart.
Despite this sad time, you were able to laugh. “You really love EZ, don’t ya?”
“Yeah, I do. Now give me that fancy phone.” He pointed at your purse. “Turn on that camera.”
Your dad recorded three videos. You held the camera for two and had to step out for the last one, which you assumed was for you. One was for EZ and the most shocking was the one he made for Miguel. When you tried to hide your surprise, your dad said Kennedy talks too loud on the phone and he knew the whole time. The only reason he didn’t say anything was one, you were grown and two, he knew you would make the right decision after all.
“Do me one more favor, sweetheart.” Your dad waved you over.
You got on the bed with him and let your dad hold you. It was reminiscent of all the times you would join him on the couch and watch tv with him. The last time this must have happened was after your mom’s funeral.
“What do you need, daddy?” You buried your nose in his gown. Even in clothes that did not belong to him, his scent is still strong.
He rubbed your back, babying you for the last time. “Sing me that Beyonce song. The one she did at that coach thing.”
Laughing, you knew exactly what he was talking about. “Daddy, it’s called Coachella.”
“Whatever,” he waved you off. “Coach, Coachella. Just sing the version of that song.”
Love On Top was your mom’s favorite Beyonce song. It was one of the last songs, her and your dad danced to before she died. Then Coachella happened and your dad fell in love with that version.
“Honey, honey. I can see the stars all the way from here.” You softly began singing. It was hard to focus on the lyrics with his breathing getting shallow, but you pushed through.
Halfway through the song, the machines started beeping. The doctors and nurses rushed into the room, but you shooed them out. You didn’t want your last moment with your dad surrounded by strangers.
Even when you knew his heart stopped, you continued singing. Your dad didn’t raise a quitter. “Baby 'cause you're the one that I love. Baby you're the one that I need. You're the only one I see. Baby baby it's you. You're the one that gives your all. You're the one that always calls. When I need you everything stops. Finally you put my love…” you clutched onto the gown and tried to get your tears under control. “On top.” You whispered the last line before breaking down.
Meanwhile, across town inside of a tunnel the Mayans met with Galindo. They were trying to find a way to save Adelita. EZ was paying attention until he got a text from Kennedy. “Oh my god.” He unknowingly said out loud.
“Is there something you would like to share with us Ezekiel?” Miguel couldn’t stand being in the same space as EZ. Any chance he could, he would try to knock him down a peg. Petty, but in the end EZ won, so he could handle these little jabs.
EZ ignored him and turned to Bishop. “I gotta go Bish.”
As the President and the new Mayan got into a little spat about him disrupting and leaving a meeting early, Miguel got a text as well. It was the doctor he assigned to your father. His heart dropped as he read the message. He made a promise to stay away from you as much as possible, but right now you needed as much support as you could get. “Uh, its fine.” He turned to his consigliere and showed him the text. “You can handle everything else. I’ll call you when you can come.”
Marcus nodded his head. He wanted to be there for you, but business had to be done. He would text his wife and the patriarch of the Reyes family to get something together. This time you would need your made family.
Miguel walked ahead without one look behind him. “Ezekiel, Angel with me.” Bishop nodded his head and told the boys to give you a hug from him.
Thankfully, they hit every green light. It didn’t matter though. They all would’ve ran red lights for you.
The hospital had to take the body and Kennedy forced you to get some food, so you were roaming around the hospital. In the middle of the hallway, you bumped into Emily of all people. God was really testing you. Luckily, she either saw that you were distraught, or she was just in a rush, because she ran off without a snide remark.
“What the fuck?!” You saw an unlit cigarette on the ground. Is this bitch still smoking while pregnant? You would have to tell Miguel about that later.
A few more minutes of aimlessly roaming the halls and suddenly you were startled by a barrage of footsteps. Looking up you saw EZ with Angel and Miguel right behind him, running towards you. He knocked the air out of you, since he didn’t even try to slow down.
“How did you know?” You clutched onto his kutte for dear life. It was familiarity and your safe space, exactly what you needed right now.
“Kennedy.” He held you tight. EZ wished he could protect you from this heartbreak, but unfortunately life was kind to no one. “What do you need right now?” He knew his condolences would do nothing to soothe your broken heart. His focus was to make sure you were taken care of.
“I already ate. Kennedy made me eat.”
Probably not enough. He saw the half-eaten Oreos in your pocket. He’ll try to get you to eat a real meal later.
You slightly let go to wipe your tears and gave Miguel and Angel a small smile. Their presence really did help. “Uh, nothing really. I’m gonna get a head start on the funeral.”
“Absolutely not.” Miguel interrupted. “Tell me what you want for the services and I’ll organize everything. You just focus on you.”
Finally, you accepted help from Miguel without a fight. Exhaustion made you too tired to fight. Plus, your dad deserved the best.
Angel then hooked his arm around your neck. “Let’s get you home. Where’s your keys?” He took them and handed them to EZ. “I’ll get Coco to bring the van to pick up your bike.” He told his brother.
You hugged Angel and Miguel once more, before going to your car. After that everything was whirlwind. On your way to the house, you cried some more. Then when you got there, you attempted to clean up, but EZ had none of that. He made you take a bath, which he joined to assure you did.
Dinner was something light, but you barely ate it. At least you made attempt which was fine by EZ. After you fell asleep rather quickly, EZ cleaned up, In the midst of cleaning, Miguel showed up. The two actually had a civil conversation.
“Her family believes death is a celebration. Have you seen a New Orleans funeral?” EZ kept busy as he spoke to the man.
Miguel nodded his head.
EZ took the trash out with Miguel following behind. “I know you want to help out which is great. But leave her a little bit of work. She’s gonna need something to distract her for a little bit.”
“Noted. Take care of her, Ezekiel.” This was as good as it was going to get. Normally, he would’ve shook his hand, but he still couldn’t stand him.
“Don’t worry, I will.” The two looked at each other and have a silent agreement. After this, Migel would wean himself out of your life as he has been doing.
Broken- So far the only thing I’ve written. Bucky X Reader. Bucky rescues you from a Hydra base and you have no idea who you are or how you got there.
(Ps. the writing gets much better at the Ch. 5 mark)
Finished
Chapter 1 & 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12 & 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15 Epilogue (Ending)
Thank you @prettybubblesintheair for such a lovely aesthetic! Can’t thank you enough!
Give a Bow- Sebastian Stan X plus size reader. You move to NYC and finally get your first job as an actor on….well, off broadway, far off broadway. You are surprised to learn one of your favorite actors is in the same show.
Finished
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10 *Smut 18+ ONLY*
Chapter 11
Another lovely aesthetic from @prettybubblesintheair! Go check her out!!
Way to a Man’s Heart- ??? (could be Steve, Bucky or Stucky) x plus size reader. You love baking and cooking as a hobby, but your job is a receptionist at Avengers tower. Steve is the proud recipient of all the extras you make.
Finished
Chapter 1
Chapter 2- Bonus picture of the muffins someone made!
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15 *Smut Chapter* 18+ only
Chapter 16/epilogue
Lance Tucker
I am so fucking spoiled by @prettybubblesintheair and her amazing aesthetics! They always make my work look super legitimate and I love her for that!
Between a Rock and a Hard Place- Lance Tucker x plus size reader. You move into town for a new job and end up being Lance’s new neighbor. He’s rude and crude but still keeps giving you a hand.
Finished
Dog Days of Summer- Chris Evans X plus sized reader. Dog days of summer are usually defined as the hottest of the year, some define it as lazy days. This year ‘hottest’ has nothing to do with the outside temp. You meet Chris and Dodger Evans while taking your own dog to the park.
I’m Not Her- Bucky x plus sized reader. It’s hard to summarize without spoiling the 1st chapter. Bucky’s been out of the team game for 70 odd years. His first mission back doesn’t go as expected.
Finished
Ambition, Butter, and Wine- Kylo Ren x plus sized reader. Crack! Fic. You’re a new First Order recruit. Trained in the culinary arts at the top schools and they dare make you serve the common folk. What happens when you have the opportunity to serve Lord Ren?
Fuck if I know?- Weird little dream I had, that I just wrote down the events of? Kind of Scott Lang x Reader, and Sebastian Stan X Reader? Maybe?
Little Spoon- Bucky x Reader - You enjoy being the big spoon and want Bucky to see how nice it is to be the little spoon. Smut 18+ Only
In the Dark- Monster!Taekwoon(Leo from Vixx-Kpop) X Reader- Every night you feel a presence in your room, in the dark.
Hardest Thing- Bucky x Reader- Pure angst. Songfic based on 98 degrees song “The Hardest Thing”.
Daddy’s Little Girl- Bucky x Reader x Steve- pure smut. 18+ Only. Daddy kinks abound. Bucky and you have been dating for a while, but no one knows the two secrets that you still have. What happens when Steve finds out?
Memory is a Funny Thing- Poem/short story about how thoughts and memory changes as you grow.
MY VOTE- Bernie Sanders - Voted really for Biden but would have preferred Bernie
>> Plot: Set after season 2 episode 8. Everyone lives. Fez grows close to the cute nurse who tends to his wounds.
>> Warnings: Mention of food and Euphoria typical themes. Mention of violence, guns, shooting and blood.
>> A/N: English is not my first language so cut me some slack ;)
The police stuff might not be very accurate but I needed to keep this vague in order for the main storyline to work. I hope that’s okay. Thank you!
All likes, reblogs and comments are much appreciated ♥
Description; At a young age you were cursed with a violent curse, today marked the ninth anniversary of your parents passing. You’ve started your day as normal but out of all days, you break your routine and meet the infamous Arthur Curry, known to the world as the Aquaman.
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𝓘n a world where nothing seemed to be less scary or less unfortunate, there lived a young woman by the name of Y/N. A beauty out of this world. A loner. Quiet. And one whom kept to herself. At the age of birth, Y/N was promised to be wed to a king’s son, when her parents didn’t make good on their promise, not wanting their daughter to be forced into a marriage that she did not want to be in- unfortunately before her parents could tell her the truth surrounding her curse, they were killed- All she knew was what was told to her after finding out the hard way, her boyfriend’s violent death. The king had found a witch to do his bidding. Using her powers to curse the undeniable beaut. Cursing her that whom she so ever loved would die a violent death within the 24/ hours of meeting. Unknowing how to sever the curse, she keeps to herself and promised to never fall for any one or anything again. Casting a spell over her heart.. she wanted out. She didn’t want to feel, she didn’t want to be the cause of another innocent life taken because of her. A curse so violent and cruel, who would dare curse a child with such a curse rigged with a violent ending. But little did she know, no spell could stop what’s about to come.
“Goodmorning, sleeping beauty.” Anaisa, the hotel keep smiled at you as you made your way towards the front desk, “Goodmorning.” Anaisa was the only one immune to your curse, you always wondered what was so special about her. Today seemed like just another morning to you, but Anaisa knew other wise. She knew today would be the day you set your eyes on none other than Arthur Curry. “How was your rest, dear child?” You shrugged. “So, So.” You answered taking a quick peek up at the television that was talking about Superman and the man every called Aquaman. You shook your head, in a world of heroes, where were they when you needed them? You sighed deeply, making your way out of the hotel. You had been living here for years, you couldn’t bring yourself to find somewhere else to go. It wasn’t a life… being isolated.
Taking out your book, you sat on the beach, unbeknownst that it was a spot for Arthur to clear his head and think after a long swim. You turned the page on your book, just being in tune with what you were reading. The Woman in the Lake. You were so into what you were reading you didn’t even notice Arthur appearing in the water before you, he flipped his wet hair, he was captivated by your beauty once he laid eyes on you. He arose from the water. “Hey. You.” He calls out, you didn’t hear him at first. “Girl!” He whistled, you rolled your eyes at his cat call, looking up. Your heart skipped, you didn’t understand why. But little did you know, it was destined for Arthur and you to be together.
“I have a name.” You spoke up, returning to your book. This was the first time you had seen the Aquaman other than behind a television screen. Or from afar. This time he was up close, personal. A smile plastered over his face as he slowly arose from the water. His body was ripped. Hair was long and curly. Tattoos were sexy as hell, you shook your head looking away from him. You returned to the book.
He chuckled. “And what would it be?” You ignored him, you were becoming annoyed. You just wanted to read in peace and not be bothered, but he was annoyingly appealing. Coming out the water. He was now in front of you, soak and wet. You closed your book before he dropped water on the pages, placing it into your purse. You stood to your feet to leave. “Whoa,” he calls out, taking your hand, you looked back at him and flashes appeared before you. Visions of you and him laughing, kissing, touching. You quickly snatched your hand away. He frowned. “I’m sorry,” he spoke. “I was just teasing with you, I’m usually the only one on this side of the island.”
You just looked at him. His eyes were so compelling. So beautiful. His smile. Him in general. He was so good looking you almost cried. You had never seen such a beautiful man in your life. gods bless who made him. Arthur looks into your eyes and all he saw was sadness and pain, it made him curious. For some odd reason he felt this connection to you, it was like he felt what you felt and he’d known you forever. “Have we met?” You sighed deeply knowing you wouldn’t get out of this unless you made conversation with him. “No. We haven’t met. And my name is Y/n.” You answered. A smile formed over his face. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Please, don’t leave on my account.”
“It’s fine.” You shrugged. “There other places for peace and quiet.”
He laughs because he thought he was the only nonchalant and mean person on the earth but he see he’s met his match. “Why so hostile?” You sighed heavily, truth was you were just angry with the world. And standing around talking to a man as fine as wine would only remind you of how fucked you are. “I just prefer my privacy.” You respond. Arthur reached out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Arthur,” you looked at his hand. “Y/n. I don’t shake hands. Germaphobic.” You lie. He nods. “Understandable. I’ve seen a lot of people in my day, coming and going but I’ve never seen you. You new around these parts?” You shook your head. No. You were just locked away to cry your misery away. “You’re out saving the world, I’m pretty sure you haven’t laid eyes on every single human being you see.”
“Saving the world? I’m no hero.” He laughs sitting on the beach, patting beside him hoping you would join him.
He couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity when it came to you, he felt like he’s known you for years and he didn’t know why because until today, he hadn’t laid eyes on you. He would remember a face as beautiful and delicate as yours. You twisted your lip slightly before giving in and having a seat next to him, seeing how close you were to him you could smell the fresh scent of water, he smelled of an after shave of some sort mixed with ocean water and, beer. You giggle slightly dropping your head. “What?” He chuckled. You shook my head. “Nothing, you just smell like the ocean and beer.” He chuckled. “My apologies. I haven’t showered yet.” You looked into his eyes, he looked into yours. “Why so sad?”
You look away, propping your feet up so they were to your chest. “I’m not sad,”
“Your eyes are telling me otherwise,” You shook your head, “I’m not sad,” You looked away from him. But you were, and you wanted nothing more but to be happy like the rest of the world. He admired appearance. From your perfect brown skin, to your perfect full and plump lips, he found you mesmerizing at best. He would’ve definitely remembered a face like yours. “What’s it like?” You questioned, turning your attention back to him resting your hand on your shoulder and your chin on your hand. “What’s what like?” He looked at your lips. It seemed to be one of the things he couldn’t stop staring at, they looked so soft. He bet they felt soft like pillows. “Having the weight of the world rested on your shoulders, being someone who goes out and saves lives whether you acknowledge it or not, you do save lives Aquaman.”
He shrugs. “I do what I can, when I can. I wouldn’t consider it a weight on my shoulders.” You just nod standing back up, Arthur took in your overall appearance. You weren’t too big, you weren’t too small. You were in between. Either or, you were still a beautiful woman, He just couldn’t shake how beautiful you were. He stood to his feet. “I hope I see you around, again, Y/n.” You smiled softly. “Why don’t you ride the water and come find me?” You joked, he chuckled. “Got jokes huh? I can actually ride water.” You chuckled. “Not shocked. But it was nice talking to you. It’s time I get going.” You were hungry, and if your growling belly wasn’t hinting enough, your abdominal pain was evident. “Could I take you out some time?”
“N-no.” You answered quickly, you sprinted so fast you didn’t even bother to hear his next words. Your eyes turned from brown to gold as you blushed, you felt a certain way and you couldn’t believe that you had had a sit down with him, deep down you were fangirling. But you couldn’t let that be known. And you couldn’t understand the feeling in your stomach. He did seem familiar and you wondered about those visions that only you seemed to see. You continued your walk to the closet bar hoping to grab a beer and some food. You had a curse, but you also had a luring beauty.
Entering the bar, you ordered a cheese burger and fries with a tall beer. You sighed deeply ignoring all the men that were attempting to hit on you and calling you out your name when you wouldn’t pay them any mind. “Leave her be.” His voice came up from behind you.
You mentally rolled your eyes because it seemed as if you couldn’t be free of this man. Like damn. “Thank you.” You thanked the bartender. Arthur sat beside you after ordering his food and beer, he looked over at you. “So we meet again?” You nod. “Yep,” you say popping your lip with the letter P. He turned his body so he was looking at you. It was nice to see him fully clothed. But you couldn’t lie, you wanted to see what was underneath. “Have I done something to make you this annoyed with me?” He laughs.
“Well, you did ruin my peace and quiet.” You answered.
He shook his head. “Well, you were on my private property,” he added. You shook your head, turning back to your food, you stuck the dry into the kitchen, growing annoyed you picked up the bottle of kitchen pouring a lot on your fries along with salt and pepper, stuffing your mouth with food, food seemed to be your only comfort. “Okay, I won’t trespass again.” He didn’t get you, he couldn’t possibly understand why a woman so beautiful could be so… cold. “Why are you like this? What man hurt you so bad to make you despise other men?” You tossed your food down, losing your appetite. You stood to your feet rushing out hearing the bartender yelling for you to pay and Arthur saying he had it, not before running behind you. “Hey! Answer me!” You kept walking. “Y/n! Stop running and answer me.”
“No one has hurt me. It’s me. I do the hurting and if you know what’s best for you, Aquaman, you would stay as far away from me as you possib—” You were cut off by a group of men throwing you in the back of the van, you kicked and screamed, reaching your arm out for him. He yelled out, running to get you but the vehicle disappeared in midair.
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