#god i get so annoyed when i think about how we’ve had *nothing* with just the two of them

[sturniologals]

Car ride-M.S

Reader x Matt

-; warnings Smut (obvi), Praise kink, Dom!Matt, Cursing.

1.8k Words

My childhood best friend matt is standing outside of his house waiting on his date to pick him up and I can’t help but to wish that he would just walk across the street and confess his love for me and it would be us going out.

A black range rover pulls to the sidewalk, the street lamp on his sidewalk corner is the only light illuminating his features-and my god does he look good. I can feel my arousal growing as i shift on my bay window seat to try and get some friction but it does nothing.

Suddenly, the car is pulling away and matt is standing there looking annoyed, not sad- but bothered. I watch him start to walk up to his door but he stops at his porch steps and rubs his hands over his face in a stressful motion.

His cargo pants are hanging low on his waist and when his hands go up, his shirt strides up a bit revealing the bottom of his stomach. His V- line is perfectly carved and his skin looks oh so soft.

After a second of him seemingly stressing over something- he starts to walk over to my house.

This is an almost daily occurrence for us since the 3rd grade when i moved into this house and i started at the same elementary school as him but still- I can’t help but to feel the pit in my stomach anytime he comes over. My parents are gone out on their weekly date night so i’m home alone. The thoughts of what he could do to me race through my mind but they quickly shut off when i hear the doorbell and I quickly jog down the stairs, stopping in the hallway to check in the mirror, my freshly applied cherry lipgloss shining on my plump lips, my hair tied back in a low ponytail.

I take a moment to think about how i’m wearing just sweats and a t shirt but remember- it’s just matt. No need to stress, he’s seen me worse than this before.

I open up the door and matt is standing at my doorstep, anxiously cracking his knuckles. When i open the door wide enough for him to come in- he quickly does so. He doesn’t say anything and just starts to jog up my stairs, headed straight on the path to my bedroom that he’s came to know so well over the last 8 years.

“Matthew!” I shout trying to catch up with him.

I make it to my room, where he’s already sitting on my bed, his back against the headboard. He’s already discarded his sneakers onto the floor and is now draping one of my fuzzy blankets over his legs.

“Cmere y/n” he says as he throws an arm up for me to cradle into. this isnt anything weird for us. we’ve always been this close but in the last year, matts started to look different. better. His hair grew out and he started to dress better. He hit puberty which came with him growing to a 5 foot, 11 inches. compared to my 5 foot, 2 inches.

I don’t question him and i just crawl into my bed next to him and rest my head on his chest as his arm falls down and starts to rub up and down my arm. After a moment or so of silence, I start to debate on whether to ask what happened with his date.

“Matt?” i say, slightly tilting my chin up so i can see his face.

“Yeah y/n?” he says looking down at me.

“What happened with your date?” i say after finally working up the courage.

“Uhm-“ he shifts his body uncomfortably but continues to speak. “Mackie thought it was just a friend thing, i guess. so when she showed up and she had a bunch of friends with her, I got kind of annoyed and just wasn’t feeling it anymore.” He says in an unbothered tone.

“Wasn’t you clear on the fact that you liked her?” i say in a quiet voice.

“Woah not a fact. I didn’t like her, i was just slightly attracted to her and i just needed to-“ He stops talking and clears his throat. I can feel my cheeks go red as my mind understands what he’s trying to say and I feel a bulge grow beside my leg. i decide this is my chance to tease him.

“Ma-“ i start to sit up but he shoots up quickly “wanna go get food?” he says quickly standing up and putting his sneakers on. I am kinda hungry.

“Uhm yeah sure” I say with an awkward smile as i grab a blue hoodie out of my closet to throw on over my black t shirt.

“Ready?” he says, standing in my doorway. I nod and we go downstairs, I grab my car keys off the table and we both walk out the door.

“You drive” I say, tossing him the keys over the roof of my dark purple jeep Cherokee. He smiles and slides into the drivers seat.

I get into the passenger side and he immediately reaches over to buckle my seat belt. He’s done this ever since I was able to drive. He says i forget to do it so he just does it for me. His long, slender fingers sliding the buckle in sends a shiver down my spine. He turns on the ignition and I make sure my body is angling toward him. I pull my cherry lipgloss out of my pocket and apply it, once i feel his eyes on me, I move extra slow and run my tongue across my lips, acting as if i’m not paying attention to him but i can see him staring at me out of the corner of his eyes. “fuck” he mutters extremely quietly.

“Hm?” I say, turning my head back to face him.

“uh” he shakes his head “matt, are you okay?” i roll his name off of my tongue as seductively as i can as i lean over the middle console. We stop at a red light and i take the opportunity. “matt, look at me” he does so.

“Your acting weird.” i say once his eyes meet mine.

“You know what your doing y/n” he says lowly before the light turns green and he adverts his attention back to the road.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” i say with a slight giggle as he continues the drive to central downtown. “You know the reason mackie thought it was a friend thing is because of you right? she thinks we’re together.” matt says harshly while pulling over by a dark, empty field. “you’re gonna cock block me and then have the audacity to rile me the fuck up like this?”

His eyes grow dark as he unbuckles his seat belt and puts the car in park. His hand starts traveling up my thigh.

“I cock blocked you? how is that my fault that she thinks we’re together?” i spit out, my breathing heavy at the feeling of his touch.

“I see you y/n, eye fucking me anytime we’re near each other. You’ve been having those thoughts for a while now yeah?” He says, leaning extremely close now, our faces inches apart.

“Matt-“ my breathing hitches when he unbuckles me and pulls me onto his lap so i’m now straddling him.

“Fuck y/n. that lipgloss.” he says in a shaky voice while bringing his thumb up to my lips.

“Matt- don’t touch me if you don’t have feelings for me because you know damn well that i-“ i start to rant but he quickly presses his mouth to mine. I pull away quickly.

“So you do-“ i try to speak but his mouth is on mine again. His lips as soft as i thought they would be. His hands traveling up my sides, his grip firm as i feel his dick harden underneath me. I groan against the feeling as his tongue swipes against my lip seeking for entry which I allow. Our tongues gliding across one another in a fight for dominance. “Please” i groan quietly into his ear.

“please what baby? use your words.”

“touch me” i say into his ear as i start to kiss down his neck. he wastes no time as his hands quickly start to slide my sweatpants off. I move with him to make it easier for him to glide my pants off.

“fuck your drenched” he says breathlessly as he starts to rub my clothed pussy.

“Matt” i moan out.

“hm?”

“more” i  pant out.

“more of what baby? tell me what you need.” he says while kissing my neck. his lips tugging and nipping at my sensitive skin.

“you matt- i want-“ my face goes red not wanting to say it.

“Say it baby. use your words.”

“i want your dick” i muster up the courage to spat out. He shifts underneath me and lets out a whimper at my words. his erection must be painful by now. He quickly slides his pants down to his thighs and lets his member spring free from the confines of his boxers, the tip red and swollen, already leaking pre cum.

“It’s too big-“ i say starting to panic at his at least 8 inches.

“your gonna be a good girl and take it, yeah?” he says and i nod eagerly. He places his hands on my hips and i help guide him to my entrance, his tip gathering in my juices before sliding into me causing me to let out a loud moan. He gives me barely any time to adjust before he’s ramming into me at a steady pace.

“Your so tight” he grunts out before leaning his head back against the seat.

“Ma-“ my words are cut off by the involuntary noises that start stringing from me when he starts to fuck up into me. I can already feel my release building and by the way his legs are shaking i can tell he’s almost there too. “Such a good girl” he praises which makes me go faster chasing our highs.

“Fuck y/n-“ he grunts out as i release onto him with a yell and he shoots his load into me. His thrusts slow down, riding out our high as we both slow our breathing. He pulls out and i rest my head on his shoulder.

“you know i love you right?” he says quietly, almost as if he’s afraid i’ll actually hear.

“you’re not just saying that because of what just happened are you?” i say quickly out of fear.

“Fuck no. No y/n, I just never knew that you felt like that about me until tonight.” He says while petting the back of my hair soothingly.

“I love you too matt” i say, placing a quick kiss onto his lips.

[the-record]

kissing lessons: 3

synopsis: it was like she’d never left as you settled back into friendship, but how you wished there was more to it.

song: kissing lessons - lucy dacus

pairing: college!ellie x reader

warnings: nothing??

a/n: getting juicy now 😊😊

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

“move in with me.”

was she crazy? you couldnt just move in with her.

“im sorry?”

ellie laughed, you looked at her like she was crazy. “move in with me! ive got an apartment like 10 minutes from here.”

“ellie, respectfully, i haven’t seen you for a decade, and you think im just gonna move in with you to an apartment ive never seen? that you don’t even live in?” you stood up, arms crossed over your chest and paced. “and, even if i wanted to, im still 17, i dont turn 18 until september. i cant just move out. my mom would, like, i don’t know… she’d probably call the police.”

ellie smiled was you through out every possibility under the sun. “she’d disown me. take back my car. she pays for it, not me. and i don’t know if my job even pays enough for me to pay rent.” your threw your hands in the air and finally saw ellie’s small laugh. “what are you laughing at?”

she shrugged, pulling you back down to her bed. “i don’t even move in until the end of september. and only someone who was considering it would come up with all that in two minutes.” she sighed when you rolled your eyes at her. “you keep rolling those eyes and they’re gonna get stuck.”

“oh my god, shut up.” she watched you try to hide a smile.

ellie couldn’t help but wonder about you even as you sat in front of her. what did you love and what did you hate? what made you tick? did you remember everything she taught you in her old room? on the mattress you sat on now. how to kiss, and how to get cole or justin or whatever guy had a crush on you.

she wondered what you wanted to do in life. who you were friends with at school. if you wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss you. like old times.

your heads both turned as the street lights flicked on.

“i better get going.”

“stay for dinner.”

your voices overlapped before silence.

“okay.”

ellie smiled, getting up and holding a hand out to you. you took and she pulled you up but didn’t let go as she led you back downstairs.

god it was gonna be hard to be just friends.

“so,” joel sat down his fork and looked at you. “have you thought about college? where you wanna go? what you’d like to study.”

you nodded, copying joel and putting down your own fork. “yeah, i was planning to stay here actually. instate tuition and all that.” you took a sip of water before continuing. “i think i’d like to be a teacher? maybe. i just know i want to work with kids.”

“wouldn’t even have to learn about them, considering you are one,” ellie teased. you kicked her shin under the table. “ow, fuck.”

“ellie no cursing at the dinner table.” joel winked at you as ellie scoffed. “what’s happened since we’ve been gone?”

you sat back in your chair, thinking about everything of sustenance. “honestly nothing. it’s incredibly boring.” you gasped as you remembered. “mel got pregnant last year.”

ellie nearly spit out her food. “no way.” you nodded, picking up your fork again. “with who? what’d her parents do?”

“owen.” ellie gasped as you nodded. “who, mind you, at the time was dating abby.”

“good god.” joel stood up, taking his plate with him. “thats enough for me.” you and ellie laughed as he left.

ellie cleared her throat as you took a bite. “20 questions?” you nodded and set down your fork before getting comfortable. “favorite song?”

you hummed, “kyoto, phoebe bridgers.” ellie nodded approvingly. “favorite movie?”

“the outsiders.” you groaned and ellies jaw dropped. “excuse me? whats your favorite then?”

“practical magic, duh.” you smirked as she rolled her eyes. “you keep rolling those eyes and they’re gonna get stuck.” you echoed her comment from earlier.

“you’re so annoying.” ellie flicked a pea at you.

you threw one back, hitting her forehead. “favorite book?”

she thought for a moment before she answered. “catcher in the rye.”

“good one.” she nodded. “wanna get slushies?”

ellie bolted up with a smile, “god i thought you’d never ask.”

“i can’t believe you dont get cherry and blue raspberry.” you shouldered ellie as you walked back to your car.

ellie scoffed. “i can’t believe you do.” she pulled at the passenger door. “unlock the car.” you got in, closing your door and locking it. “angel.”

you smiled at her and turned on music, singing along between sips. ellie walked around to your window and knocked. your pretended to be shocked, turning down the radio and rolling down the window. “what can i do for you this fine evening?”

ellie leaned her arms on the car door with an innocent smile. “can i kiss you?”

“what?” your face and mind blanked long enough for ellie to unlock the door and pull it open. you barely realized before she was clambering over you to the passenger seat. “oh fuck you.”

ellie gasped, “how unladylike. you just sip your slushy and get me home safely,” she teased as she buckled her seat belt.

you fought the urge to roll your eyes as you shut your door and put the car in reverse.

how badly you wanted to have said yes.

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 6 - Nothing's wrong

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Nothing specific, I don’t think? Bucky still being a dick. But what else is new?

I think you guys are going to find this satisfying hehehehe.

You marched back to the bar with your head held high, refusing to allow yourself to look over at Amber and Bucky and tie yourself up in knots any longer. You checked the time on your phone and placed it on the bar shelf behind you, almost closing. You’d finish up, then when you got home you’d think about if you really want to stay in this job.

“Gonna do last call, Tom, then I’ll cash out and if you could start cleaning up”.

“Got it, boss” he replied happily.

You smiled back. You absolutely weren’t his boss, but he was sweet.

You rang the bell for last call and announced it loudly to the bar. A few of the plant guys came rushing over to order their last beers. Tom handled that while you served a couple of other dawdlers.

A tall man in a baseball cap appeared suddenly, grinning as he brandished a $20 bill.

“For you,” he said softly. “For putting up with our annoying, drunk asses all night”.

You chuckled, accepting the tip as you looked at him properly. You’d seen him earlier with the other plant guys but not really paid much attention as your focus was on the obscene number of drinks his friends kept ordering.

He was…kinda cute. A scruff of almost reddish-brown hair under his cap. Big green eyes. A dusting of stubble across his chin and jaw. Not quite as big as Bucky, but broad and sturdy.

“Ah well thank-you so much...you guys kept me busy…and I got a bunch of tips, so I guess I can’t complain,” you told him cheerily as you folded the bill and put it in your pocket. “Plus, you’ve all been well behaved, despite how much you’ve knocked back”.

“Well…this bar has the most bouncers we’ve ever seen,” he joked, thumbing the air in the direction of the MC.

You laughed. “True…that does make my job a little easier”.

“I’m sure being super cute helps too,” he grinned as he leaned in. Then his face immediately crumpled. “Oh…my god. I’m sorry. So, so lame. It sounded so smooth in my head…”

You giggled shyly, charmed by his embarrassment. “No…no it was sweet. Thanks…”

You felt yourself blushing a little, heat rushing to your cheeks as you were caught off guard by this interaction. Your previous anger melting away. You felt lighter suddenly.

“I’m Peter. Peter Quill. Hey”.

You beamed back and offered your own name as you shook the hand he’d extended to you.

You both looked at one another for a moment, your smile stretching as you allowed yourself to bathe in his attention.

“It’s last call man, you orderin’?” came a surly voice from behind Peter.

Bucky suddenly had appeared at the bar, his eyes flitting between you both.

“Uh…no, I’m good for tonight, thanks. Was just tipping your very helpful bartender before I head out”.

You smiled back at him, ignoring the heat of Bucky’s gaze on you.

“Yes…thank-you. Very much appreciated, Peter,” you responded.

You both turned to look at Bucky who seems to blanch as you use Peter’s name, but he makes no effort to move. He looked…pissed off? Riled up? His fists were clenched at his sides, his mouth a thin straight line. You weren’t sure why he was suddenly hanging around here like a bad smell, especially as he had been indisposed all evening.

Wait…is Bucky…?

Peter looked back at you, then awkwardly at Bucky, then back to you again. “Could I…uh…”

Realisation hit you like a freight train.

Oh god. He is…

…He’s jealous.

Bucky is jealous.

Peter looked at Bucky once more who remained still, watching Peter carefully. Peter seemed to accept that he had an awkward audience of one and looked back at you again before clearing his throat.

“Maybe…uh…I could get your number and we could…y’know…go out some time?”

Your face lit up and you ignored the almost imperceptible sound of the puff of air Bucky huffed out of his noise.

 “Uh…sure. Great”.

You grabbed a napkin from the holder on the bar and a pen from your pocket and scribbled down your number, practically nauseous with the dual feeling of getting a date with a cute guy and Bucky bearing witness to it. You smiled at Peter as you pushed the napkin across the bar with your fingers.

He picked it up like it was a precious artefact, holding it close to his face as he inspected it.

“Wow…right amount of numbers and everything,” he joked.

You giggled back bashfully. “Yep…I promise it’s real and not the number of a pizza place or something…”

“Honestly? I’d be impressed you had the the number for the pizza place memorised even if it did mean I was rejected…”

You both laughed and he carefully folded up the napkin and put it in his pocket. At the same time, a bunch of his group had started to down the dregs of their drinks and drift towards the exit. One nudged him on the arm as he passed, mumbling something about ‘Rocket’ being designated driver. Whatever the hell that means.

“Well…better get going. I’ll uh…see ya” he smiled.

You nodded and smiled in return as he turned and headed out. Once he’d left, you kept your eyes down and picked up a washcloth, rhythmically dabbing at the sticky drink residue on the bar surface. You could feel Bucky still looming over you, but he hadn’t said anything. You sprayed some cleaning fluid and continued.

“You’re still on the clock you know,” he muttered.

“Oh...Am I not working right now?” you asked ingenuously as you kept your eyes down on your busywork. You knew your tone was pushing it, but frankly, so was he.

“You are now…but you weren’t…then”.

The emphasis on ‘then’ was loaded and it was clear what 'then' exactly he was referring to.

“Well…I’m sorry you lost those three minutes,” you answered sharply, turning to look at him. You narrowed your eyes at his stoic frown. “How about I stay an extra three minutes after my shift…and we call it even?”

He glared back at you, knowing he didn’t have a leg to stand on and so was unable to say anything back. He'd never been strict about you chatting to customers or taking short breaks before, so he couldn't suddenly start now.

“I need to speak to you anyway,” you continued calmly as you resumed your cleaning. “About this job”.

You looked back up at him and swore you saw a flash of panic in his eyes, but it was gone so fast you couldn’t be sure.

Suddenly Amber bounded up to the bar, oblivious to the strange tension between the two of you. You suppressed an eye roll and went back to your washcloth.

“Bucky…the girls have asked if there’s an after party tonight?” she asked coyly, draping herself over him like a scarf.

Your phone vibrated loudly on the bar shelf behind you, causing both you and Bucky to glance over at it. He couldn’t fully see from his vantage point, but you watched as Wanda’s name flashed up on the screen. She was texting you, not a super keen Peter on his way home.

But Bucky didn’t know that…

“Don’t worry, boss,” you told him sweetly. “I won’t pick that up until I’m off the clock”.

His nose wrinkled and for a split second he looked like a wounded puppy. If he wasn’t such an asshole you might have felt sorry for him.

“James?” Amber whined. “Party?”

You looked at him incredulously, an eyebrow cocked. His real name was James?!

He was the least Jamesy James you’d ever met.

“Nope, not tonight” he sternly replied to her, but his eyes stayed on you.

“Tell Sam you need a ride, Ambs. I gotta do some work stuff”.

And with that, he stormed off to the back office.

Amber pouted as she watched him go, then looked back at you. “What’s up with him?”

You shrugged. “Beats me”.

She sighed and flopped down onto a bar stool, then began rifling through the napkins and straws, causing a small pile of them to spill out onto the bar. Great, thanks Amber. You hadn’t just refilled those or anything.

“He talks about you, you know” she told you softly as she looked down at an errant straw, perfectly manicured fingers wrapping around it.

You nearly spluttered laughing in shock. “Me?” you asked her.

Never in a million years did you expect her to say that.

“Mmm…” she purred as she put the straw in her mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully. Ugh, she really was pretty.

“Like he says you’re good at your job and stuff. But also that you’re funny. And smart. And stuff like that”.

You tilted your head as you looked at her, the wind taken out of your sails from the sheer shock of what she was telling you.

“Huh…” you responded as you try to downplay your sudden interest. “Well…that’s nice of him, I guess”.

“Ya…” she nodded.

“Amber…?” you asked.

She looked up at you and smiled.

“Is he really called James?”

She giggled. “Ya. He’s like...James Buchanan. Buchanan is his middle name. So, they all call him Bucky. He only lets certain people call him James. Special privileges”.

“I see,” you nodded. “Like you, huh?”

She sighed, pouting sadly. “Mmm…but…I dunno how ‘special’ I really am these days”.

Before you could ask what she meant, she changed the subject suddenly.

“Saw you talking to that guy from the plant. He was cute”. She grinned at you.

You found yourself laughing at the sudden tone shift and the excited glee on her face. Maybe she wasn’t so bad.

“Yeah…he is,” you nodded. “I haven’t really been on the dating scene for a while though. Not sure if I remember how…”

You weren’t sure why you told her that…

She just giggled. “Oh…shut up. Look at you. You’re a total hottie. You’ll be great”.

You felt your cheeks flush, but before you could say anything else she stood up from the bar stool and called out across the bar.

“Saaaammy. I need a ride!”

“I got you, baby girl!” he called back.

She grinned at you as she sauntered off. “Well…good luck with cute guy”.

You watched her go, slightly shell shocked by the whole exchange.

Huh. That was…a lot.

*

Steve told you he’d lock up so after cleaning up and cashing out, you bid Tom and the MC farewell and headed out to the parking lot. You hadn’t seen Bucky…James…since his dramatic exit. But you couldn’t help but mull over what Amber had told you. What did she mean, ‘he talks about you’? What does he say exactly? How does he say it? What did she mean when she said she didn’t feel special these days? Did she know about your kiss?

And Bucky was clearly jealous of Peter, right? He wasn’t subtle about it. But he had ignored you all evening until that happened. Maybe it was just territorial bullshit rather than anything deeper.

Speaking of Peter…why were you even thinking about Bucky? You now had this sweet, funny guy on the cards who was upfront about his interest in you…unlike Bucky.

…So why couldn’t you just focus on him?

You sighed. You shouldn’t be getting involved with any man right now. It all had an expiration date anyway. You were here to sort the house and that was that. Granny would tease you for allowing yourself to get distracted, just like always.

As you approached your car, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you realised there was a dark figure leaning against the bonnet.

“Bucky! Jesus fuckin’ Christ…” you scolded as you placed a hand on your chest. “You scared the shit out of me”.

He stopped leaning, standing back up to his full height.

“We need to talk, Sugar” he said bluntly.

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

I’ve finally reached a point where I can sit down and do some work on Ash’s game on my own. It took a lot longer than I thought it would. Not only because his workflow is incredibly chaotic, but also his design is incredibly complex, far more complex than anything we work on at Rainy Day, but it’s fun to feel challenged again.

I’ve spent every night this week in Ash’s living room while he walks me through everything he has so far, sorting out the design and the mechanics, his ideas for the worlds, characters, storylines, objectives, and so on. Yet, it feels like we’ve only scratched the surface.

We work well together, but we’re also easily distracted, often going off on random tangents and talking about everything from our families to school years and childhood friends to experiences we’ve had or want to have; we talk about how fun it would be to have our own indie gaming company one day, if only we could focus on the actual game for longer than an hour at a time.

Last night a song came on that inspired a whole conversation about music and all the songs we used to sing the wrong lyrics to, and some he still sings wrong just to annoy Lex. We started playing a game where we’d give each other a random word or category and the other would have to play a song they liked that fit. At one point I asked him what his guilty pleasure song is.

“Oh, I have dozens of those,” he said, “uh, but the first one that comes to mind is The Boys of Summer.”

“Your guilty pleasure song is an 80’s song?” I was shocked considering the amount of shit he gives me for the majority of my playlist.

“No no no no,” he shook his head, “I should clarify. The original sucks.”

“Of course you think so.”

“Obviously. Okay, but the one I’m talking about is the cover of The Boys of Summer by The Ataris.

“I like the name, but I have no idea who that is,” I admitted.

He laughed as he pulled up the song and told me, “You’re either going to love this or hate it. I’m not sure which.” When he pressed play, all I could do was watch in awe as he shamelessly enjoyed the song, complete with hand motions, air guitar and lip syncing. At one point he leaned in and sang directly to me, “But I don’t understand what happened to our love. But baby when I get you back, I’m gonna show you what I’m made of!” And then he spun away and started dancing to the chorus.  

Before I had a chance to think too hard about whether he was trying to tell me something through the lyrics, he pulled me off the couch to join him. We sang and danced with everything we had until we collapsed onto the couch, out of breath and wiping tears from our eyes.

When we finally calmed down, he pointed at me, “Your turn. What’s your guilty pleasure song?”

“Oh god,” I covered my face, “I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this.”

“Tell me.” He demanded.

“Dancing With Myself by Generation X. I can’t hear it and not sing and dance around my apartment like an idiot.”

“Oh, I have got to see this!” He sat up excitedly to find the song and turn it on… and then cheered when I began clapping my hands to the beat… and then completely lost it and fell over laughing when I sang along with my eerily accurate Billy Idol impersonation.

It’s become one of my favorite things, making him laugh. He has about a dozen different laughs from a rush of air through his teeth, to an infectious giggle, to a loud belly laugh… but my favorite is when he’s laughing so hard that no sound comes out aside from a series of clicks until he finally catches his breath.

It’s so easy with him, to get out of my head, to just relax and be myself.

Not everything is easy, though. I keep telling myself that eventually my feelings will fade, that it will get easier to just be his friend and nothing more, but if anything, it’s getting more difficult. Sometimes when we’re together, all I can think about is sliding my hand over to rest it on his leg, or to pick up his hand and interlace our fingers, or to reach up and hold his face, turning it toward me so I can kiss him. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about kissing him, his lips, his neck, that inch skin above his waistband that sometimes shows when his shirt rides up just enough, every part of him. Sometimes I let my eye contact linger just a little, desperate for him to give me a sign that he still feels the same way, but he never does. On some level, I’m grateful. It’s better this way. I’d only end up hurting him again.

I hear the front door open and close, bringing me out of my daydream and back to my computer screen. I look over what I’ve done so far to make sure I didn’t screw anything up while I drifted away.

A second later, I hear Dawn enter the room and flop onto my bed behind me and I glance at the clock, it’s only two.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“Finished early. What are you doing? I thought you weren’t working on Fridays anymore.”

“I’m not. It’s just a side project I’m working on with Ash.”

“Ooooh I see.”

I roll my eyes and change the subject before she can inquire further. “So, why are you on my bed? What do you want?” As I say the words, I’m overcome by the feeling that we’ve done this before.

“For you to take a break and go do something with me." I'm antsy. "I’m antsy.” Her words come out like an echo from my own mind and my whole body feels fuzzy for a moment.

“Have we had this conversation before?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Hm. I’m having the weirdest déjà vu.”

“Maybe you’ve been staring at that screen too long. We should get out and do something.”

“What do you have in mind?”

I’m open to suggestions. “I’m open to suggestions.”

Weird. This conversation, the song playing through my speaker, Dawn laying on my bed, me at my computer… everything feels so familiar. “Where’s your boyfriend? Why aren’t you dragging him out?” Even as I ask the question, I know I’ve asked it before.

“He’s busy…” Having coffee with his ex-girlfriend. “Having coffee with his ex-girlfriend.”

Okay, I clearly need some fresh air, and she clearly needs my support right now, so I save my work, lock my computer, and spin around to face her. “Oh, that’s why you’re antsy. Okay, I can take a break, but let’s go outside. We can go for a jog, that’ll get your energy out.”

“Fine, I’ll go change.”

Prev // Deja vu // Next

[lover-of-mine]

https://www.tumblr.com/lemotmo/755374254590246912/can-we-take-a-minute-to-talk-about-how-todays-bts

This is spot on. The BT fandom has worked so hard to completely try and twist the narrative 9-1-1 has put forward. I’m not surprised Oliver is blocking people and not promoting the ship because there isn’t anything worth promoting and if I were him or a showrunner I would also be annoyed that a small amount of fans are trying to hijack a storyline. BT fans act like the general audience loves Tommy when I genuinely think the general audience just does not care one way or another about Tommy. Because the show has not given any reason to care about him. The only people that care so strongly (either liking or disliking him) are fandom people online who are stuck in discourse. That is not the majority of viewers. We’re going into season 8 - we don’t have a guarantee of how many seasons are left. Now that they’ve moved networks and we’re given the green light they’re going to focus on the storyline that wraps up their main characters arcs in the most satisfying way (which based on everything we’ve seen in this show is Buddie) not trying to start from scratch for both Buck and Eddie with new relationships. And if they DID want to pair Buck and Eddie with other people they would’ve actually tried to develop Buck and Tommy in season 7 and they very purposefully didn’t.

clickable link for the post because it's very spot on

The thing with the cameos is that it turned a narrative that was supposed to be about Buck and turned it into a narrative about Buck and Tommy. There is nothing in canon that backs up the idea that Tommy is anything other than just some guy. The show didn't restart at season 7 and if they wanted to make Buck and Tommy something with a fighting chance, Tommy would've existed in the narrative beyond the coming out plotline. Taylor's storyline was complete with beef with lafd personnel and a canon tragic backstory. If they wanted to make people care about Tommy they would've. They made it with Taylor with 4 episodes. You want me to believe they couldn't do it with Tommy after 6? Lou was putting out headcanon after headcanon and people took that as gospel as if he was reading scripts and had input from writers when Lou said in an interview that they didn't even tell him what label Tommy was supposed to have when they filmed the kiss. The show created a very clear narrative that shows that the relationship is not that serious. And if we are taking word of god as canon, Tim said that it's a "level entry relationship" and used the word "first fling" multiple times. First implies a second and fling is as unserious as it can get. The actual show is saying something, the creator of the show is saying the same thing. But sure, the actor they are paying and prompting has more say than the actual source material 🙄🙄. This story is about making Buck bi. Nothing else. If they wanted to make this be a Buck finally found his person, they would've developed Tommy into someone who's at least a little bit likeable, not continuously make him look worse every time he opens his mouth. If Oliver really is frustrated with this and blocking people because people hijacked the storyline he's telling, he has every right to be. He wanted to tell a nice story about Buck being bi and now he's caught having to dodge people who want him to walk up to the creators and say they have to marry Buck and Tommy by 802 or else he walks, when he clearly just wanted it to be about Buck's identity. Somehow Buck got pushed to the background of his own story by this very loud group of people while being aided by an actor who's creating a pr nightmare. The story is about Buck exploring bisexuality not about Buck falling in love with Tommy and it's painfully clear. The fact that people can't see it because someone paid a dude 100 and something dollars to say they are "thriving" is madness and shows the lack of basic media literacy.

[bellewintersroe]

Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter! Smut 18+

Part 17 here’s the LINK for 16 - idk why I keep asking but you guys commenting even something tiny means a lot, when there’s not much interaction I feel kinda unmotivated, anybody else feel similar? Anyway-

Smut 18+ plus warning hehehe just a quickie, Max and Leni join the mile-high club, so obviously P in V, dirty talk, Max semi admits feelings during sex? A drunken Leni comes clean about why she’s going back to England and Max gets kinda annoyed. ‘Kinda’. You’ll see…

Max had me on all fours of the bathroom counter, my cheeks and hands pressed against the mirror as he fucked into me from behind. His hands gripped at the flesh of my ass and hips, pulling me closer into him with each thrust.

“Oh god.” My head dropped but he reached out pulling it back up with my pony tail. “Max…” I blubbered out a moan, it got caught in my throat and then proceeded to come out much louder than intended. “Good girl.” He harshly pushed his hips inside me before pulling my upper body up against his. The warmth of his chest was something I sunk into, his hands wrapped around my front, securing me in place against his body as he hooked his chin over my shoulder.

“Watch yourself getting fucked, Leni.” He kissed my jawbone, my eyes fluttered open to see the mirror in front of us. “I can’t.” I giggled, my face turning red as I clamped a hand over the mirror, exactly where my face was. Max laughed and pulled out. “Look at me then.” He teased, spinning my body around. He was manhandling my body and I loved it. I reached out, taking a gulp of champagne before handing it to Max in the midst of him sliding his cock back inside of me. I scrunched my brows, feeling so full as I unconsciously rolled my hips.

“You think they can hear us?” I asked as he took a swig, placing it roughly back on the side. “I don’t really care.” His hands planted at either side of my body as I smirked. “Silly.” As soon as I let the comment slip, his hand clamped my mouth.

“Be a good girl and let me fuck you.” He seriously spoke as all I could simply do was moan against the palm of his hand. “You can do that?” He scanned my eyes as I nodded with a hum as the movement of his thrusts began again. Max slipped out accidentally and he ushered me with a, “put it back in.” Before praising me and taking his hand from my mouth.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Leni.” He groaned, moving in for a kiss. “Oh my god.” He added on and I could’ve sworn that was enough to make me cum there and then.

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“Max…” I whispered in my tired haze, the Dutch man’s arms wrapped around my front as he spooned me from behind. I was clad head to toe in his clothes and we were wrapped under the same blanket on the same sofa bed. How this happened I couldn’t say- alcohol. That was my only explanation… “Mh.” He hummed as I half smiled, I had something on my mind and it was crazy, in my drunken daze I thought it would be a fantastic idea to admit it to him.

“I was gonna go home before Vegas so…” I began giggling as he pushed his crotch into my bum, nudging for me to continue. “So?” His voice cracked tiredly.

“It’s stupid, I dunno.” My hand smoothed up his arm. “Nothings that stupid, Len.” He muttered.

“I was coming home so I could start a fresh with all this, you know. Like us- it freaked me out.” I admitted, my chest feeling lighter once I’d spoken the words. Max paused for a minute, “what?”

I opened my mouth to repeat myself but he pushed himself up. “What why? Why are you still freaked out by all this?” Not the reaction I was expecting but I soon came to realise how rude those words truly were.

“What do you mean?” I sat up too, legs kicking over the side of the bed as we faced one another directly. “You keep doing all this with me- sleeping with me, then you’re still freaked out?”

“You’re not freaking me out.” I clarified. “But what’s the point?! What’s the point in telling me this after we’ve slept together, again?”

“Well-” I became nervous under his gaze. “You did say you were ok with it not going anywhere so soon.”

“Yeah, Leni but I don’t think I can do that anymore.” He let out a sigh and fell with his back against the pillows. “Do what?” I furrowed my brows.

“It doesn’t matter just go to sleep.”

“Oh Max, just tell me about it.” He sat back up again. “You don’t want to settle with me because it’s been too soon, but how long it is gonna be of waiting, Leni? You sleep with me, then you tell me you want to go home because of me?” “If you don’t wanna wait then you don’t have to…” my voice failed me. “What? That’s just stupid.” He huffed as I winced slightly, turning away from him. “I can’t take you out- you don’t wanna be taken out, you’re admitting you’re running away from me-”

“We both knew it was a bad idea to sleep together, so don’t entirely blame me.” I snapped slightly as he sighed. I could feel the motion of his hand running through his hair.

“Are you worried I don’t want this or something?”

“Yes.” “How more obvious can I make it? If I didn’t want anything with you I wouldn’t have pursued you, I’ve felt this way for longer than you have realised, you know?” The words were supposed to be sweet, and they did soften something inside of me. My anger? Oh no, he was going to make me cry. But the way he spoke was harsh, angry, understandably so.

I didn’t reply, I sat trying to fight back pathetic tears as he inwardly sighed again. “Look just come to Las Vegas, don’t feel like you can’t- but I’m not continuing this with you if you wanna play games.”

“I don’t.” My voice cracked and he paused. “But-” he froze for a moment and I wiped at the tears fallen. Luckily the plane was dark, but if I turned he’d see I was visibly upset. How had I worried my way out an almost relationship with Max? It was messed up.

“Just give it some time, Leni. But I don’t think us doing this is a good idea anymore.” Oh. My stomach churned with sickness and I didn’t have it in me to beg him to change his mind. This was my fault, I was an idiot.

I didn’t reply, I just held back my sobs as much as I possibly could and moved two rows up to a set of normal seats where I planted myself, pillow and spreading a blanket over me. Max sighed.

“You don’t have to go over there.” “Leave me alone, Max…”

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[grahambaham]

Something that has always annoyed me is the habit of many fans to declare that a villain of a certain piece of media is in the right when they are most definitely not.

A few examples that I can think of right now are Thanos, Magneto and Doom. What. The. Fuck.

First of all, Viktor Von Doom barely even has anything to be right about. The guy’s goal in life is to get as powerful as possible and use that power to rule the world or whatever, prove to everyone he’s smarter than Reed Richards (he is not) and to inflate his own ego as much as is psychically possible. Though that last one could be a result of the first two I guess. He basically wants the basic ass stuff all villains want, even if it’s not what they’re focusing on specifically. There is nothing for him to even be right about, my guy. Alright so the wanting to rule the world thing isn’t for his ego, though it helps. It is because he has a fucking god complex and thinks he’s the only one who can truly do it and properly protect the Earth from any future attacks. Everything about Doom basically boils down to his ego.

Now, I understand how Megneto, otherwise known as Max Eisenhart (Erik Magnus Lehnsherr is just an alias), can be a sympathetic villain. He’s gone through a lot and when very simplified his goal seems fairly noble. Dude just wants to protect mutants, make sure they’re safe and living their best lives or whatever. The problem is that he believes mutants are the superior species and treats humans how you might treat a mosquito. He wants to eradicate them completely, and so the world would be there for mutants to rule over and live happily ever after or whatnot. Any of that sound familiar to you? Yeah… Anyway, the point is that even though we can understand how he might’ve come to the point where he’s willing to do such horrible things, that does not mean he is right at all. People seem to think that the humans deserve it for the way they’ve treated mutants, even though there are a lot of good ones who most certainly don’t do that shit AND so many of them are children too. Because you do know that Max would legit murder even the little toddlers? Not for any reason other than ‘they’re human’. So yeah, he was not in the right. He was not the good guy all along or whatever. He is a villain and a horrible person who has also been treated horribly their whole life. Those two things can both be true. Having a bad childhood does not excuse your shitty actions though.

Last and certainly least we’ve got Thanos. First of all, that fucker did not give a shit about overpopulation or whatever in the comics. Bro wanted to court Death so he went around murdering people and destroying planets to impress her. Not very noble of him, I gotta say. Now as for the MCU, his goal is in fact to kill half the universe so more people could get more resources because he’s seen the way the poor live because of that lack of food and other things essential to living. Now, instead of using that infinite fucking power that he had in his hands to create more shit to give to everyone or, I don’t know, anything else? They’re called INFINITY stones for a reason? This fucker instead decided to just commit genocide real quick. I genuinely believe the only people who think this loser was right are actual children. Twelve years old at the most. Because there is no way in holy hell that grown men and women think Thanos was good and smart to use the INFINITE POWER IN HIS HANDS to just KILL A BUNCH OF PEOPLE INSTEAD OF SAVING MORE BY JUST WISHING FOR MORE RESOURCES OR FUCKING WORLD/UNIVERSE PEACE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK? Thanos is secretly twelve years old and hasn’t gained any critical thinking skills yet, I swear to fucking god.

So yeah, I guarantee whichever villain you think was right was not in fact right, they’re simply easy to sympathise with or their cause is. But if their way of making that sympathetic idea come true is murdering/torturing/conquering etcetera, then THAT MEANS THEY AREN'T RIGHT AT FUCKING ALL.

Good night.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Lance sighs. “Dude, this isn’t going to work if you’re awkward about it.”

“I’m not being awkward,” Keith says, lying like a liar. He crosses his arms, setting his jaw like the stubborn ass he is. “I’m being normal.”

“Right,” Lance says, raising an eyebrow. “That’s why you keep looking at me and getting all flustered and looking away again. That’s certainly going to sell it for us.”

“It’s going to be fine! I’m not being awkward. You’re being picky.”

“Keith, the Ernlea are not going to believe that I’m your concubine if you go redder than a virgin every time you look at me. Come on, dude. You have to make it at least a little believable.”

Keith goes bright red. “I’m not a virgin! And don’t — it’s believable!”

Lance grins, brown eyes narrowed and teasing. “Could’ve fooled me.” He pulls at the red lace top (lingerie. It’s lingerie) and adjusts the see-through gauze harem pants the Ernlea attendants have set out for him to wear to the audience with the queen. “What, am I distracting you?”

“They didn’t even get you a sweater or anything. You’re going to freeze,” Keith says instead of answering, pointedly looking at Lance’s face and face alone. “It’s — it’s ridiculous. They gave me three shirts to choose from, and each of them goes to my wrist.”

“Because the queen thinks I’m your concubine,” Lance explains patiently. Again. “And this makes her trust you more, remember? You just have to play it off for the next couple hours. If they find out I’m not actually your concubine, they’ll feel all scorned, and then we’ll be in real trouble.”

“It’s disrespectful,” Keith insists.

Lance inclines his head. “A little.”

“Why are you so fine with it, then?”

“Because I don’t care what this queen thinks, Keith. I care what you think. I care what the team thinks. I care what my mom thinks. But this random queen who we’re going to meet for two hours and then maybe see again, like, twice in our lives? She can think whatever the hell she wants of it’ll get her signature on the Coalition papers. She has four thousand fleets to offer us, Red. I’d pretend to be the team’s jester if that’s what she fuckin’ wanted. That one might hurt my feelings, though. The concubine thing is hilarious. She thinks I’m too pretty to be a soldier. That is a compliment to the highest degree.”

“Yeah, well, it’s still dumb,” Keith mutters petulantly. “And I hate it and her.”

Lance tilts his head. He stares at Keith for a few moments, scrutinizing him. Keith shifts uncomfortably. He hates it when Lance tries to beam through his skull and read his thoughts.

(It’s very annoying, because he often sees right through Keith’s shit, and how dare he do that? Who gave him permission?)

Finally, Lance snaps his fingers, eyes bright with an idea.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Keith exclaims, startling. “No!”

“Yes. Kiss me. It’ll make it less awkward, give us more chemistry.”

“No! That’s not going to — no!”

“Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me —”

“No! I’m not going to do it like this!”

“Kiss me kiss me —” Lance blinks, cutting himself off. “What does that mean?”

Keith clamps his mouth shut. “Nevermind.”

“No, no, tell me. What do you mean, ‘not like this’?”

“Nothing. I didn’t — it didn’t mean anything. I just mean I’m not kissing you.” Keith glances down at his wrist, face burning. “We’ve got to — we’re almost late. Let’s go.” He hurries for the door, brushing by Lance and speedwalking away.

“Keith, you’re not wearing a watch! Hey! Wait for your concubine, you douchebag! God, what kind of leader doesn’t wait for his concubine?”

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“Good job, team,” Shiro says, smiling softly at them. “The queen signed. Lance and Keith — good job on you two, specifically. I don’t know why she needed you two to play couple so badly, but you rolled with it, and I’m proud of you.”

“I’m just that pretty,” Lance preens, just as Keith mutters: “Define ‘rolled with it’.”

Lance rolls his eyes. “Oh, you big baby. So what I had to sit on your lap? I’m not that heavy.”

Keith harrumphs. “Whatever. I still don’t understand why she was so convinced that we’re — a thing, or whatever.”

“Maybe because on that call with her, after we saved her planet, you looked at Lance with the softest look in the world and said you ‘couldn’t have done it without your right hand man’?” Pidge suggests.

“Fuck right off,” Keith says hotly, ears going red as the rest of the team giggles. Only Lance is on Keith’s side, looking at Pidge in confusion.

“He says that all the time. How was that weird?” he asks.

Pidge stops laughing abruptly, blinking at him in shock. “You’re — you’re fucking with me, right?”

Lance continues to look at her oddly. Pidge exchanges a look with Hunk and Allura, and all three of them sigh.

“Alright, guys,” Shiro says, clapping their hands to get back their attention. His mouth is twitching. “I can tell you’re all done for today. Good job, again. Wind down for the evening, meet me in the common room at nine if you want to watch a movie. I think it’s Coran’s turn to pick — he said something about a home movie?”

He dismisses them to loud, half-playful groaning.

“Those are so embarrassing,” Allura complains.

“The embarrassment is the best part,” Hunk argues, because if nothing else then he lives for drama. “The issue is the length.”

“Nuh-uh. The issue is the camera quality! It’s, like, one pixel!”

Keith takes the opportunity to slip away as the team argues, walking quietly back to his room. Today was a — day, that’s for sure. He might skip movie night, just because Lance always sits next to him at movie night, and if he has to spend any longer pressed close to Lance and smelling his floral shampoo he might collapse into nothing.

“Hey, Keith, wait up.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Who is writing his life? When are they going to give him a fucking break?

“Hey, Lance,” Keith says, trying to keep the weariness out of his voice. It doesn’t work, but luckily Lance doesn’t think it’s about him.

Lance grins wryly. “All that politics wear you out, Oh Introvert Of All Introverts?”

Keith huffs a laugh. He is so grateful that for all Lance’s observational skills, sometimes he’s as dense as a brick wall.

“Something like that.”

“You gonna skip movie night, then?”

“Yeah. I need to sleep and contemplate what I did to deserve this life.”

Lance laughs, bright and high-pitched, and Keith has to physically fight the besotted smile that’s begging to force itself on his face.

Fuck. Why can’t he go back to being annoyed by that sound? Huh? This whole whipped-for-Lance business is getting out of hand.

“Dork. I’ll walk you to your room, then. Gotta get my Keith fill of the day.”

Keith firmly tells his brain to shut the fuck up and not make the dirty joke it wants to make. Lance is a horrible influence on him. He never used to make that’s-what-she-said jokes before they started hanging out, and now his brain thinks them on reflex.

“I think past you would shoot you in the head if he heard you say that.”

“You got me,” Lance teases back, grinning. They come to a stop at Keith’s door, and his smile gets softer around the edges. He looks up at Keith, and squints, because one of the sunlight-simulator lights is on right behind Keith’s head, shining right into his eyes. It makes the brown in his irises glow into something almost amber, like drizzled honey.

“Night, Fearless Leader.”

Keith can barely make his tongue work, mouth suddenly drier than the desert.

“Night, Lance.”

Lance reaches out and pats Keith’s bicep, turning slightly and stepping away. And Keith —

Something in Keith goes absolutely rigid, and then snaps.

He grabs Lance’s forearm, pulling him back towards Keith, then leans down and presses their mouths together so hard their teeth clank. His other hand cups Lance face, tilting it so their noses aren’t smushed together.

For a split second, Lance is tense, unmoving. Then he lets out the faintest “oh” noise, like it’s involuntary, like it came up from his chest without his permission. And then, faster than Keith can register, he moves his arm from Keith’s grip and wraps both of them around Keith’s shoulders, yanking him closer and kissing him harder. Keith curls his newly freed hand around Lance’s waist, squeezing tightly as he tilts his head again and opens his mouth to lick against the seam of Lance’s lips. He responds immediately, gasping on his next breath as Keith runs his tongue along Lance’s teeth, the roof of his mouth, just — anywhere he can reach. Tasting him. Devouring him.

Keith pulls back with a shuddering sigh, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on Lance’s. Lance’s hand shakes slightly from it’s place on the back of Keith’s neck, fingers smoothing out constant motions on the heated skin. He’s panting. He’s close enough that Keith can smell that damn floral shampoo, sweet and soft and intoxicating. He presses another kiss to Lance’s lips, close-mouthed and soft, because the scent makes him heady.

“I meant something like that,” he whispers. When he opens his eyes again, Lance’s are still closed, and his chest moves rapidly as he pants. Keith takes another moment to burn the image of Lance’s flushed face and wet mouth into his memory.

“Goodnight, Lance.” Carefully he pulls away, slipping into his room and closing the door behind him. He gets ready for bed without letting himself think of anything, just forcing his mind to be blank. When he finally crawls under the covers and shoves his pillow over his head, he realizes that the hand that was cradling Lance’s head still smells like him.

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Outside Keith’s door, Lance is standing, frozen, brown eyes wide and mouth dropped open. Slowly, he brings his hand up to his lips, letting his head sag forward.

A small smile upturns the corners of his mouth.

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based off this video

[laylasmoonchild]

Cherry Flavored Smoke

Sam x Reader x Danny

Summary: Danny and Sam have a close friend, who used to be a fan. Under the influence of marijuana, the Reader decides to answer some fan related questions from them… And… They act em out✨

WARNINGS: Sex, Threesome, Male Receiving Oral, Fingering, Smoking Weed, Alcohol, Face slapping (Consensual)

(Let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 6964

I met Greta Van Fleet after a concert for another band… And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t go to said concert with them in mind. I was a fan for awhile, and happened to have connections with the performers and figured, why not? Well, it was better than expected. Not only did I get to meet them, but I became pretty close to them; mainly the lovely rhythm section…

Cut to now, I still think it’s crazy how close we’ve gotten considering I’ve told them every embarrassing fangirl nonsense I’ve contributed in. Well… Almost everything.

I thought about this while getting ready to have my annual Friday night get together with Danny and Sam. We say “annual” but it really takes place when we actually happen to have the time.

I took a shower after work and finished getting ready. Tamed my post shower hair, did my skincare routine (knowing I was just going to be with Danny and Sam, I didn’t feel the need to wear makeup.), and picked out a comfortable outfit. We usually eat something made by one of us or takeout, drink a little, and maybe even some herbal refreshments. It’s nothing crazy, so I opt for an oversized band tee and leggings, which is much more comfortable than my work clothes…

My phone lights up on my vanity while I continue to spray my perfume on my pulse points… And of course, multiple texts flood in.

Rhythm Section + Y/N

S: Y/N you’re smoking tonight, not taking no for an answer this time

D: She doesn’t have to smoke

D: Sam are you almost here? I needed rolling papers, if you’re close, forget it. I’ll just have to clean my bong.

D: I don’t want to gross you guys out with a dirty bong 🤣

S: I’m outside, the dirty bong is just fine

Laughing at the screen while I catch up, I decide that I can stop at the store on my way.

Y/N: If I have to smoke, it’s not going to be out of a dirty bong

Y/N: I’m going to pick up papers, what brand do you guys prefer?

D: You’re the best♥️

D: Zig-Zag is fine

I made the mental note & grabbed both my bag and keys to make it to my car.

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As I walked into the smoke shop, I was greeted by the sales clerk and told him what I needed. While he grabbed the papers, I decided to grab a couple of the guy’s favorite drinks and snacks - just in case they get the munchies and wipe out whatever dinner is…

The clerk rang up my items and as I handed my debit card, I saw something that made me let out a light chuckle. Cherry flavored Juicy Jays. I was immediately transported to high school memories.

“Can I have a pack of the cherry rolling papers? God, I loved those, I have to get them.” I laughed a little at the thought of both Danny and Sam’s reactions to the papers.

The store clerk smiled and added them to my total. After paying, I was on my way.

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I walked up Danny’s driveway, bags in hand, and before I could struggle to knock on his front door, I was greeted with Sam’s perfect smile.

Sam had opened the door and took one of the bags from my hands.

“You get em?” He said, almost impatiently.

“Hello to you too, Samuel.” I huffed sarcastically, walking past him and into the house. Kicking off my shoes then making my way further into set the bags down on the dining room table. I took my hoodie off and draped it over the chair, turning around to look at Sam whom I left in the foyer.

“I didn’t mean it like that! It was just on my mind!” He protested, copying my actions with the placement of the bag.

“Mhmm, I’m sure.” I said in a jokingly skeptical voice. I scrunched up my nose making an exaggerated annoyed face, blowing my cover with a soft chuckle. Before pulling me into a hug, Sam gave my nose a light pinch.

“You know you love me, I didn’t forget that you were a Sam girl- or what do they call it? A ‘Sammy Lane Girl’? I don’t know, but I’m sure I could find some old comments from you on my Instagram.” He teased while I rolled my eyes.

“That was before I had the pleasure of meeting you, I would definitely call myself a Danny girl now.” I poked him in the chest, earning an obnoxious “Ouch” from him.

I looked towards the kitchen, and back at Sam, pursing my lips, I looked towards the kitchen again, this time walking towards it. I flipped my hair, knowing it would miss Sam’s face by a few centimeters. I felt his eyes on me as I made it through the threshold.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Danny with his phone up against his ear while he held our favorite takeout menu. He noticed my presence and mouthed “Hey” with a smile. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He hugged me back with one arm and I basked in the feeling of his strength, even with a single free arm. The restaurant answered and Danny continued to give our orders while I stayed in his hold, listening and feeling his voice vibrate in his chest.

Danny always highlighted our orders with a marker on the menu so he never had to ask us what we wanted, knowing that Sam and I will contemplate a new order for an hour and change our mind while Danny ordered for us. As he finished up requesting our order, he rubbed my back to get my attention.

“Do you want anything extra, dessert, drinks?” He asked in a low voice, I shook my head no. I let go of him as he said goodbye and hung up his phone.

I lean my back into the island, spreading my arms out & placing my hands on the counter to support me. Danny was still standing in front of me, eyeing me a little extra. I furrowed my brow, questioning the reason for his gaze, he blushed in return and leaned on the counter top behind him.

“What?” I asked him.

“Nothing, I just missed you!” He let out a breathy laugh while I nodded and let out a sarcastic “uh-huh”. A wicked grin painted across his lips and he opened his mouth to speak again, “And I heard you say you’re a Danny girl now.”

He continued to laugh while I rolled my eye’s playfully, much like I did with Sam.

“Watch out, she’ll say she’s a Josh girl to save herself.” Sam walks in the kitchen with the Zig-Zags and a baggie of weed, bringing the items to the island I was leaning on. Danny and I laughed in response to the comment from Sam while he smiled to himself. He sat in one of the barstools and opened the bag. The smell filled the kitchen, instantly earning a deep inhale from all of us. I turned to my right, watching him intently roll a joint. Sam was something else, face perfectly sculpted. His eyebrows knit together while he bit his bottom lip in focus on the joint. I was watching his hands, only thinking about how perfect they were. Long fingers accompanied by veins and large hands.

I realized he didn’t have the cherry rolling papers that I brought along with the regular ones.

“Sam, did you see the cherry ones I got?” I asked him while he looked up at me. He nodded before bringing the joint to his lips, giving it a light lick to seal it.

“You don’t want to use them?” I said in a partial whine.

“Ehh, I don’t think I’ll like the taste, bring me them, I’ll roll your one for yourself.” He replies, taking the lighter to the joint lightly to ensure its closure.

“Cherry j’s? God, that’s so you” Danny chimes in. “I’ll grab em, I’m sure you also got us drinks that Sam could’ve put in the fridge.” He says with a half serious glare, knowing Sam was only focused on getting the papers.

Danny walks out of the room, coming back shortly with the bags. He hands me the cherry papers and continues unbagging the snacks and placing the drinks in the refrigerator.

“Did you ever learn how to roll?” Sam asked me, I turned around to give him my full attention while I shook my head no.

“Not surprised, pretty girls never know how to roll” Sam looked me up and down, “What does that mean?” I ask, slightly offended. I leaned forward on the counter, waiting for an inevitable smart ass response.

“Let me guess, you were the girl who rarely had to pay for her own weed, probably smoked out of a little pink bong or a one hitter bowl? Cones even?” He said with a smirk. My eyes widened, he hit the nail on the head. Danny laughs while taking a sip of a beer. Sam laughs gleefully, taking a deep breath “And! I bet you only smoked these things with the senior boys… Typical, pretty girl.” He says while he reaches for my cherry papers.

“Am I that predictable?” I laughed at myself, remembering my high school experience as just the way Sam narrowed it down.

He opened the packaging and shook his head, Danny coming up behind him to snag the previously rolled joint and lighter.

“Nah, not at all. It’s just common.” Danny answers for Sam. He places the joint between his lips, lighting it up and taking a long drag. After taking another, he passes it to Sam, and something about the exchange between the two made my stomach flip. Even though I grew closer to them, I was still amazed by how gorgeous they were. Sam kept the lit joint between his lips while sprinkling the weed into the cherry cartoon and flavor lined rolling papers. Looking so casual and skillful at the same time.

He returns the joint to Danny, fixing his gaze back onto me then back to tightening up the joint he was rolling for me. He brought it to his lips, about to lick it shut. But something made the corner of his mouth raise into his classic wicked grin. He put the joint out to me, inches away from my mouth. I was looking at him doe-eyed, not sure what he was getting at.

“C’mon, little girl. I don’t want to lick this cherry paper.” He said, waving it lightly in my face. I glanced over at Danny who had smoke billowing out of his mouth and straight up into his nose, breathing it out with a breathy laugh. I went to reach out for the joint with my hand, and Sam shook his head, pulling the joint back a bit.

“How am I supposed to-“ I began asking him, in defense of my actions.

“I packed it out for you and these papers are small. I don’t want it to fall apart, lick it.” He holds it out to me again, eyes landing on my lips then back onto my eyes.

“Yeah those things suck for that,” Danny adds while tapping his joint to ash it in the crystal ashtray he held.

I suddenly felt a little warm, a little self conscious even. I decided it wasn’t as deep as I thought it was and leaned forward. I stuck my tongue out, only a little, making sure to be cautious with it. I licked it, the cherry flavor being a mix of tart and sweet, making me salivate a little more in the back of my mouth. I felt eyes watching me intently, making me look up through my lashes. Sammy’s eyes were glued on my mouth, swiping his bottom lip with the bottom tip of his tongue, bringing the corner of his glistened lip between his teeth. Quickly glancing at Danny, he was staring at me similarly while he shifted himself to stand upright. He cleared his throat as I finished sealing the joint and I leaned back, only being able to watch Sam’s hands run the lit lighter up and down it, slightly embarrassed to make eye contact again.

“How’s it taste?” Danny asked, nodding his head towards it in Sammy’s hand.

“Uh, good. It’s sweet,” I replied, noticing both of their eyebrows raising, moving their head slightly up and down & making a higher pitched “hm” sound.

Sammy hands it to me between my thumb and index finger. “Wanna try?” I let my hand out a little, waiting for someone to take up my offer.

“Nah, I’m good, enjoy.” Sam replies, getting up from his chair, walking to the fridge for a beer.

I looked at Danny, wiggling my eyebrows and wiggling the joint between my fingers.

“How bout you, Danny Boy?” I said, sing-songy.

He shook his head politely with a smile, earning an unserious, half frown from me. Bringing the joint to my mouth, Danny brought the lighter up to the end of the joint. His eyes were on my mouth once more. Waiting for me to put it between my lips before lighting it. I inhaled the smoke, tasting the mix of weed and burnt cherry. I let the smoke out, sucking it back in lightly and blowing it out again. I licked my lips, looking up at him.

“Thanks,” I said before taking another hit. He smiled and set the lighter down. The effects of THC made my limbs feel less tense, and my eyelids a little heavier.

Sam walked back over, I was still leaned over the island, elbows propping me up. He placed his right arm around my shoulder, leaning with me. He settled his beer on the counter top and reached out for the joint I was holding in my right hand.

He took it from my fingers, putting it between his and looked at the cartoon print on it.

“You sure you don’t wanna try? It’s delicious and you rolled it so well!” I said enticingly, wanting one of them to try it.

“Ah, what the hell.” He brought it up to his lips, taking a deep hit. The tip created a light orange glow on his face. The crackle noise put me in a trance at his beauty. His eyes looked over at me watching him. He blew the smoke away from my face, lowering his arm from around my shoulder and to my waist.

“Not bad,” He said surprised, motioning for Danny to hand him the ashtray. He slid it over to him, turning his head to the walkway that leads to the dining room. Lights flashed through the threshold and we heard a car door close.

“Food’s here, I got it.” Dan left the room, grabbing his wallet on the way.

Sam’s hand started lazily tightening its grip on my waist while he took a longer drag.

“Hey!” I softly exclaimed, noticing half the joint being smoked away and turning to ash. Sam’s chest rose and fell, chuckling a bit while unchanging his actions. He put the rest of what was the joint in the ashtray. He was still holding the smoke in his mouth, I stood up straight out of his hold, crossing my arms. He stood up, facing my shoulders toward him and taking my pouting face in his hand. He tightened his grip lightly on my jaw, loosening my mouth slightly open, and squeezed my cheeks lightly. He leaned into me, blowing the cherry smoke into my mouth, shotgunning it right into my lungs as I inhaled.

I felt my knees loosen a little at the swiftness of the interaction. As he pulled away, his hand released itself from my face. His cocky side smile plastered on his face while he lightly blinked.

“Better?” He asked me softly. Danny entered the kitchen once more, removing the containers from the paper bag while I walked away from Sam to help Danny.

“Are you guys hungry right now? Honestly I ate a little late when I had lunch, I might save my food for later after we smoke again.” Danny said while tossing the empty bags into the garbage.

“I’m good right now, how about you Sam?” I said turning to him. He was eyeing me up and down while I waited for a response.

“Sam?” Danny said, snapping Sammy out of whatever trance he was in. Probably from the weed.

“Oh! Sorry, I’m not that hungry either.” He responded quickly.

“Wanna watch a movie then?” Danny asked.

“Yeah, sure” We replied in unison.

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We were all together in Danny’s living room, sprawled out in our usual spots on his massive U-Shaped sectional. Danny was on one end, laying flat, Sam on the other, and I was laid on my side in between the extended sections on the middle section. Head towards Danny, feet towards Sam.

We had started watching a movie that we’ve seen before. Knowing one of us may fall asleep or want to smoke mid-movie, we agreed on not wanting to risk missing anything new.

Sam rolled a few more joints with a tray in his lap while Danny and I watched the screen. When I’m under the influence, I tend to get a little touch deprived. If someones next to me, I’ll trace my nails lightly up and down their arm, or ask them to play with my hair… All of which isn’t weird to the guys. Even though some may see that as intimate, the guys come from families whose love language is touch, so it’s not that weird to them.

Since my head was towards Danny, I looked up at him. Studying his features. How masculine yet beautiful each curve and mark on his face were. He looked down at me, smiling. He tapped the space between us, putting his arm out for me to join him. He knows how much I love to lay on people’s chest and listen to their heart’s beat. Giggling a little to myself, I scooted towards him and rested my head on his chest. I laid my arm across his torso and he rested his hand on my hip, lightly rubbing my side up and down ever so often.

“Alright, here’s your fruity joint, Y/N,” Sam said getting up from his side and walking over to us. I lifted my hand up from Danny’s torso and reached out for the already lit joint.

“Did you smoke from this one too?” I asked with a cheeky grin before taking a drag.

Danny laughed a little, making me hear the bass of it in his chest.

“It’s good! I admit, I fell victim to the taste. The cartoon on them are fun too!” He laughed back, sitting on the couch aside Danny’s legs.

He watched me blow out the smoke, giving me a little smirk, which Danny caught.

“What?” He said confused with Sam.

“Ooooh, nothing, Sam just smoked the first one down to a roach when you were getting the food” I tapped Danny’s chest, offering the joint.

“Of course he did, always greedy that one,” Danny looked at the joint in my hand. He declined with a light glance. I pouted and used my big eyes to my advantage, trying to garner sympathy.

Danny rolled his eyes and let out a sigh with a smile. “Fine.” He tapped my hip with his hand, taking the joint with his other while I let out a satisfied laugh.

I watched him from below inhale the smoke. Studying his features once more, and this time, feeling bold.

“You guys wanna know something funny about your girl fans?” I asked them.

“Hm?” Danny said before letting out the smoke and passing the joint to Sam.

“Do tell” Sammy said, ashing the joint into the ashtray while smirking and wiggling his eyebrows.

I stood up, going from laying to a sitting position, pulling my knees to my chest while still next to Danny.

“Well- Usually when a girl likes Danny, her ‘cheat lane’ is Sam, and vice versa. Obviously there’s many combinations but that’s just what I’ve noticed.” I let out a lighthearted laugh after the statement, turning to see both reactions. They looked at each other and exchanged “oooooh” noises and laughed.

Always bold, under the influence or not, Sam opened his mouth to reply “What was your combination?”

Suddenly Danny was more interested, turning to look at me, fighting back a grin.

“Oh, God.” I rolled my eyes and covered my face.

“Yeaaah, you can’t just say that and not tell us” Danny tried pulling my hands from my blushed face. Danny was laughing when getting a look at the expression on my face. Sam added in agreeing noises while setting the joint and ashtray on the coffee table.

“Well… Who do you think?” I said in defense, not wanting to get into details and no longer feeling bold.

They shared smirks and raised eyebrows while laughing to themselves.

“Oh grow up!” I laughed back, kicking Sam lightly in the ribs with my foot and lightly punching Danny’s arm.

“It’s cute! And hey, you brought it up,” Danny said in defense, tickling my side a little, earning a slight smile from me.

“You know, I always wanted to ask you something… Since you were a fan of us.” Sam says, nonchalantly reclining into Danny’s legs.

“Shoot.” I replied.

A shit eating grin was on Sam’s face before asking “Did you ever read that fanfiction stuff? Like the intensely pornographic ones?” Danny took a sharp inhale through his nose and let out a little laugh.

My face felt hotter than it already was.

“Sam!” I exclaimed, eyes widened to capacity.

“You gotta tell us, and we’ll know if you’re lying!” He pointed at me in a jokingly threatening manner.

I looked over at Danny, hoping to have him reason with Sam, but he was equally curious.

I took a deep breath before quietly saying “I mean who doesn’t…”

They immediately gasped gleefully, leaning closer, wanting to know more.

“Sooooo,” I heard Danny speak up. Sam and I both turned to see him smiling, adding to the suspense.

He let out a nervous sigh before continuing, “Was there ever stuff about me and Sam… you know…” He motioned his hands between the three of us.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not fully understanding, feeling my core pulse between my legs at the conversation.

Sam looked confused and in deep thought before saying “Ooooh,” coming to the conclusion before I could.

“Like…. Threesome stuff.” Danny looked me dead in the eye. His body next to mine felt stiff.

“Oh, yeah. Loads.” I replied casually.

“Have you ever read them?” Sammy caught my attention with his bluntness.

My stomach felt like it did a flip and I felt a familiar warmth form.

My embarrassment slowly turned into arousal. I was high and with two guys I wholeheartedly trusted. Not to mention two guys that I most definitely have thought about in this context.

I looked at Sam, biting my lip a little. I relaxed my legs away from my chest and let them slightly hang open.

“Why? You wanna act one out?”

Sammy’s mouth slightly hung open, he looked over at Danny who had a similar reaction. Sam’s cheeks were now a shade of pink.

Danny cleared his throat “I mean… Not to sound like a couple of deuce bags but… It came up in conversation.”

I smirked, looking back at Sammy, who was trying to casually reposition himself in his gray joggers.

“Is that true? You want to share your favorite Sammy girl?” I made sure to flash him my best fuck-me-eyes.

He nodded while looking at me with pure filth running through his head.

Danny put his hand on my knee, slowly running up my thigh. “Only if you want to?”

I smiled at his sweetness, feeling pleased with knowing the two sexiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on wanted to have their way with me.

I stood up from the couch and put my hands out for them to grab ahold of.

They looked at each other like they couldn’t believe this was happening & each grabbed a hand and followed me off the couch & to the bedroom. I let go of their hands and they traveled behind me.

Danny’s bedroom always felt so inviting. The faint smell of incense lingered in the lamp lit space. I sat on the edge of the bed before them. At this angle I could see both of their dicks so clearly strained in their pants. They looked down at me, not knowing where to start.

Feeling coquettish, I slowly discarded my shirt, flinging it across the room. Both boys had a hungry look on their face, one of them letting out a breathy “fuck” under his breath. I was wearing a lacey, black, balconette style bra. My breasts heaving up and down, delicately spilling out the top of my bra.

Danny removed his shirt, inspiring Sam to do the same. Danny leaned over first, “can I kiss you?” he whispered close to my face.

“I’ll do you one better, the both of you can fuck me if you want.”

He smirked while devouring my lips. I started to recline into the bed, letting Danny crawl on top of me. He lightly pulled me up further into the middle of the bed, he positioned himself to the side of my body, kissing me passionately.

Danny’s kisses were rough yet precise, never sloppy yet I still felt how much he needed me.

Hands running up my side, he slowly brought his hand up to my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Oh,” I let out onto his mouth, feeling him smile against my lips. His tongue desperately fought against mine. He pulled away for a second, looking down at me. “So fucking sexy,” I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss once more.

Danny pulled away again, looking over at Sam, who seemed to be enjoying the view.

“Princess, could Sam take these off for us?” Danny tugged lightly on the waistband of my leggings. I quickly nodded and let out a whimper. Sam smiled and crawled onto the bed. He leaned down to my face, kissing me. Sam’s kisses were wet & deep, more desperate than Danny’s. My pussy began to throb at the racing thoughts about what the rest of this night would entail.

Sammy sat up from me, supporting his body weight on the opposite side that Danny occupied. Before pulling my leggings down, he double checked with me, his eyes lightening a bit from their darkened lust. After I nodded in approval, he pulled my leggings and panties off my body. Not surprised he was eager to take off both.

Danny’s lips attached themselves to my exposed breast, leaving a reminder of him being there for later…

Sam started sucking on my ear lobe and lightly tugging it between his teeth. I was moaning for both of them.

They both worked their way to my face, once making it there at the same time, they looked each other in the eyes, & grinned. Danny nodded his head at Sammy, giving him the go ahead to kiss me.

Sammy began kissing me, and I felt both of their hands slide down my stomach and making their way between my thighs. Sammy lightly ghosted the soft skin of my inner thighs, making my hips buck. Danny’s freehand un did the back part of my bra, he brought up the hand that was by my core and pulled my bra off of me. My nipples hardened at the cool air & my hands returned to the sides of their heads, lighting tugging their hair. Danny then spit into his hand, and began rubbing my clit.

I began moaning into Sam’s mouth which became a signal for him to tease my entrance with his fingers. I began to whimper, closing my thighs shut while Danny was giving me what I needed and Sammy was torturing me. I thought of how fast his fingers moved on the strings of his bass and it was making me ache for him.

Danny stopped rubbing my clit, making me whimper more. He pulled my leg over his, keeping my leg open for him.

Sam stopped kissing me & did the same with my other leg, leaving me wide open for them.

“Such a good girl for us, I think she can handle it, Sam… Give it to our girl.” Danny returned his hand to my clit and put his lips around my nipple. I let out a strained moan.

“Y/N, is that what you want? My fingers in your pussy?” Sam said to me in a raspy whisper.

“Yes, yes, please Sam, I want them so bad” I couldn’t even hold back my desperation, I never wanted this feeling to stop.

“Shhh, you’ll get it baby, we’re gonna give you what you want.” And with that his fingers were inside of me, he immediately started curling them. I couldn’t believe how fast his fingers were going, I was suctioning so tight around him.

Sam dipped his head towards my other nipple and started mirroring Danny again. They worked me in perfect harmony.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, the noises filling up the room beautifully.

Danny brought his head up from my swollen nipple for a second, watching Sammy on my other one, suckling on it and making me go crazy.

Danny peppered light kisses up my neck and to my lips. He was lightly grinding his cock into my hips.

My hand trailed down to his hard on.

“You wanna see it?” He asked.

“Mhm” was all I could manage.

He paused from rubbing my clit and discarded his pants and briefs. Danny was big. Length and girth, pulsing for me. The tip glistened with a bit of his arousal.

I wrapped my hand around it, pumping him.

“Oh- fuck, Y/N…” He moaned into my neck, letting his head rest there. His hand went back to his original place on my clit.

We moaned each other’s names deliciously, & I felt close to my release.

Feeling like I was neglecting Sammy, I shifted my gaze towards him. He had his cock out in his free hand, pausing from fingering me and taking some of my wetness and pumping his cock with it.

“Fuck-“ I let out, he realized I saw what he did, letting my nipple pop out of his mouth and looking up at me, “Couldn’t help myself,” He said in a breathy laugh, letting out a light moan and returning his original hand back to my pussy. This time much faster and stronger.

I thought to myself that the only reason for Sammy’s stamina is purely from performing for hours on end. Most guys couldn’t finger a girl the way he was without taking a break.

My walls began to tighten around his digits, both Danny and Sam looking down at my pussy.

“Cmon, that’s it, I feel it, let it go, baby, cum for us. Our perfect little slut,” Sammy said in between his own moans, pumping his cock with more speed. My hand tightened around Danny’s, he groaned in return.

I felt my orgasm bubble in my chest, I was about to cum. My vision went blurry and I felt the release. I was screaming for both of them, as loud as I could. This had to have been the hardest I ever came, and they kept their actions the same. Rubbing and fucking me. My eyes clamped shut.

I let go on Danny’s dick, I began convulsing under them, tears stung my eyes. “Please stop, its too much, its too,” I said practically sobbing. My eyes still shut. I felt them stop and let out breathy laughs.

I opened my eyes and looked down at them, vision still blurry. They both looked at me in pure amazement, sloppily coming up to me to kiss my face lazily and tenderly. They were still sharing laugh’s amongst themselves.

“Wh-what?” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“You didn’t see- feel that?” Sam corrected himself.

“Y/N… You’re incredible” Danny added.

“What do you m- wait, what happened?” I realized how wet I felt, aside from the previous arousal and Danny’s spit. It was different.

I looked down to see Danny’s duvet completely soaked, water droplets splattered across my legs. Even on some of the guys torso’s, I’m assuming while they kept going, my release started going all over.

My face went red, not being able to believe what they made me do.

“Oh my god, Danny- Danny I’m so sorry.” I said quickly, a little ashamed at what I did, ruining his duvet.

“Y/N, I want you to do that anytime you can.” He joked with me. Both Sammy and I laughed. The interaction between the three of us made me happy I was doing this with them. We could go from pure lust to our usual friendship, I felt comfortable again remembering this. But I was still turned on, and remembered I had two men to please the way they pleased me.

“Okay, okay… Now it’s your turn…” I said bringing us back on track. I sat up shakily, my legs still weak from the events. I was still between them and on my knees facing them.

Sammy eagerly removed his pants and briefs, they were now both naked for me.

“C’mere” He said, putting a hand out for me. I straddled his hips, grinding my pussy onto his shaft. Not letting him in but letting him feel how soaked I was. Danny started pumping his cock, watching me tease his best friend. Sam was moaning my name, making me moan back. “The both of you are gonna feel me, don’t worry.” I gave him a light kiss, arms around his neck, I turned to Danny, putting my hand out to pull his face to mine, kissing his wet lips.

“You’re such a slut. So good for us.” He said huskily.

I moaned at the praise, grinding my clit onto Sam.

“She’s - ah- she’s being a little bad right now, not letting me in that sweet cunt of hers.” Sammy squeezed my ass. I smiled to myself, earning a smack on the ass from him.

“Think it’s just payback from before,” Danny replied, still stroking himself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said innocently. Sam’s hand slid up my side, landing on the side of my face. “See, she’s a bad girl. Bet she likes getting fucked like one too.” Sam protested.

“Oh, was I tricked?” Danny asked, pausing his movements.

“Think she likes getting slapped around?” Sam asked cockily, feeling his dick twitch under me.

I nodded my head, biting my lip.

Sam smiled, he lightly smacked my cheek, making me moan out.

“Harder,” I said, still grinding on him.

He slapped my face harder this time, my face stung and I whimpered in delight. The pain was perfect. He rubbed my cheek a little “Oh, I knew it. You like it rough.”

“Yeah, I do” I moaned.

“I think one more will do her good.” Danny added.

“One more?” Sammy cooed.

“Hit me” I begged.

He hit the same cheek, making me moan again, the mix of pain and arousal made me grind into him deeper. His hand rubbed the spot one more time. This time he let his thumb into my mewling lips. I sucked around it instinctively as I rocked my hips deeper. I was so wet and he was so hard that he eventually slipped into my pussy. We both moaned in unison.

Sammy’s thumb popped out of my mouth. I reached over to Danny, taking his hand. I led it to my lips, he quickly knew what I was getting at. He dipped his fingers into my mouth, making me gag. Collecting my saliva, he worked it onto his shaft.

Some saliva was left on my chin, Sammy licked it, “You’ve gotta be the sexiest woman alive… Damn.”

Starting to crave Danny while watching him jerk himself, I slowed down my movements.

“I think it’s Danny’s turn, right?” I asked Sam politely, who agreed.

“Yeah, I think I wanna try that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“So greedy, aren’t you?” I purred.

Danny laughed, “To be fair, Sam’s talked about wanting this the most, I don’t mind sharing, baby.” He helped me off Sam.

“Kinda wanted to fuck you from behind, is that okay, my girl?” Danny was always so polite, I smiled in return.

Sammy propped up pillows behind himself, getting ready for my mouth. Danny got off the bed and came up from behind me, getting back on and lining himself up with my glistening cunt.

I arched my back for Danny, making sure he had perfect access and Sam had a great view.

I crawled between Sammy’s legs as I felt Danny’s hands on my hips. I felt him slide the tip, top to bottom, getting some of my juices to lubricate himself.

I stuck my tongue out, starting to lick the base of Sam, to the top.

“You ready, baby?” Danny asked. I looked up at Sam with doe-eyes. Asking him to relay the message.

“She’s ready,” He moaned.

Danny slammed into my hips the second I lowered myself onto Sam. I tasted myself on him.

I moaned around him while Danny fucked into me. He slapped my ass, moaning for me.

“Damn, you’re still fucking tight- even after all that with Sam?” He let out.

“She’s got the perfect cunt, right?” Sammy asked while holding my hair. I leaked out more from the praise.

“It’s so fucking good.” He said with each thrust going deeper.

I bobbed my head up and down, jerking him with my one hand. I gagged around Sam, surprised at how big he was for his size. He filled up my pussy so perfectly, I didn’t realize how comparable he was to Danny.

We continued our acts and moans filled the air.

I felt both Danny and Sam twitch in each ends of my body. I knew they were close. Sammy looked down at me, biting his lip.

Danny brought his hand to my clit, rubbing it vigorously. I was going to cum with them.

“Can we cum in you?” Sam asked politely, rubbing my cheek tenderly.

I moaned and nodded yes.

“Fuck, she’s so good.” Danny growled.

Sammy was the first to let go. Calling out for me, biting his lip and throwing his head back. His cum was delicious, I swallowed it eagerly, licking up any remaining arousal on his pulsing cock.

Danny fucked me faster, chasing his orgasm. He sped up his movements on my clit, knowing I could handle it.

I came faster than I thought, feeling my cum leak onto his balls that smacked against my ass. I called out for him, reaching for something to hold onto. Sammy let me hold his hand. He rubbed the hair out of my face, and looked me in my eyes lazily.

“Take him, baby. Cum for her, Danny, she’s dying for it.” Something about Sammy’s voice drove me insane, hearing him talk sweetly to me and full of lust. It was intoxicating.

Danny let out a strained moan, and I felt him cum deep inside of me. He removed himself and dragged my almost lifeless body next to Sam.

I held onto Sam, Danny held me from behind, and we all tried to catch our breath.

“Holy, fuck.” Danny breathed out

“Yeah.” Sam laughed, amazed.

We all basked in the smell of our sex and held onto one another.

“Well, I’m finally hungry.” I said trying to break the silence, which they both laughed and agreed.

We decided to go downstairs, them getting into their briefs, and Danny removed the duvet from his bed, know it desperately needed a wash.

I walked to Danny’s bathroom, cleaning up a bit.

Danny knocked on the door and I told him to let himself in. Like the gentleman he was, he had a fresh shirt picked for me with a pair of his boxers.

I smiled and changed into them, not minding that he was right there. Something about this felt really good. Usually after a hookup, I felt awkward but this was something else…

Danny told me to meet them in the kitchen where we’d ravish our meals and regain some of our strength that we lost.

I made it to the kitchen where the two seemed to be talking in hushed tones, unlike their usual loud voices.

“What’s going on?” I asked curiously. Sam was heating up my food on the stove and smiled, for the first time shyly. Danny looked at me with kind eyes.

“Can we… I don’t know… Do this often? Maybe not all the time, we still respect you as a person but… Y/N, that was kind of special to us… And not in a ‘I’ve always wanted to have a threesome’ kind of way… What do you think?” Danny said, hands in his sweatpants pockets.

Sammy smiled lightly and nodded.

I never pictured this happening, I never thought of myself as the kind of girl to be in a three way friends with benefits… But, I felt safe knowing it was with them.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this… But why not.” I smiled, they both came over to me, pulling me into a hug and kissing my face.

Not sure of how this would work, but I knew we’d be alright.

[stardustloserdoll]

plssss do more fics of fetus al. maybe take inspiration from wpsiatwin and fwn with songs like “still take you home” or “you probably couldn’t see for the lights…”

pwease

yess ofccc 🔥

he’s such a god damn cutie. i wanna kiss all over his face raahhh

you probably couldn't see for the lights but you were staring straight at me

you talked with your friend sipping your drinks and dancing to the loud music in the club. as you talked with your friend you couldn’t help but feel stares on you. when you looked away, you noticed a couple people staring at you with stupid expressions on their faces. their eyes wide and mouths agape as if they were entranced by you.

among those faces was the one and only alex turner. he had been staring at you almost the whole night, wanting to say hello and talk to you but he couldn’t. you smiled locking eyes with him, making his eyes go wide. he quickly looked away looking down at the drink in his hand. you chuckled turning back to your friend “hey i’ll be right back.” you spoke, your friend nodding raising their cup dancing to the music.

alex cursed to himself for making it so obvious he was staring at you. when he looked up from his cup he noticed you began walking over to him. he quickly felt his body going tense, and his heartbeat picking up. “shit.” he mumbled, his eyes locked onto yours. you only got closer and closer, pushing past and ignoring the people who tried getting your attention. finally, you finally stood in front of him. he looked up at you with wide eyes shaking slightly.

“hi.” you smiled. “can i sit?” you asked pointing to the open space beside him. “yes.” you smiled and sat down next to him. he shivered feeling your knee brush against his. he had to say something. anything. he opened his mouth but nothing came out, only a small squeak escaping his lips. you chuckled tilting your head to the side. “you okay?” he nodded rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans. if it weren’t so dark, you’d see how red his face was. “i.. i-yeah. im okay, yeah.” he stuttered. he took a sip from his drink his eyes looking around the room then back to you. “im y/n.” you said holding your hand out to him. “im.. alex. alex turner.” he said shaking your hand. you could say anything to him and he’d agree.

“cool. nice to meet you alex.” without thinking he sputtered out a “yes.” you laughed “im sorry?” he realized what he said, a small groan escaping his lips. “sorry.” he mumbled his looking down. “don’t worry it’s alright to be nervous.” you reassured him placing a hand on his shoulder. he whipped his head back up his eyes locking onto yours watching as the red light from above move across your face.

an awkward silence followed until alex spoke up. “im sorry for staring at you. I didn’t mean to.. i been wanting to talk to you all night but I couldn’t.” he said quickly gripping onto his jeans. “oh really? what stopped you?” you asked taking a sip of your drink.

“i-.” he cleared his throat “i didnt wanna make a fool of myself. and you looked. kinda busy with the others.. I didn’t wanna interrupt..” you chuckled shaking your head. “interrupt me? i wish you did. they were annoying me, they just bragged about themselves and showed off.” you scoffed rolling your eyes. alex let out a soft chuckle feeling himself loosen up a bit.

“hey you performed earlier didn’t you? with your band?” you asked. “o-oh yeah i did..did ya like it?” you nodded. “yeah it was really good. you guys are a really good band. id like to see you guys play again.” alexs eyes lit up. “really? well um..we’ve got a gig this weekend. maybe you can come? if you want .. you don’t-“ you cut him off “id love to.”

he chuckled nodding “great.. good. maybe after we can go to dinner or something..” he bit his lip. “id love to.” you smiled holding his hand. he felt his face burning even more. you gasped “i love this song.” you stood up pulling his hand gently. “wanna go dance? i bet you look good on the dance floor.” alex let out a soft chuckle following you.

[squiddy-god]

NRVWX Satan wedding alphabet

Re upload from Terminated blog squid-god-supreme, hope you enjoy this

N-Night time (what about the wedding night? the time after the party?maybe even the more spicy wedding night activities)

Ohohohohohoh

So after the party, when he finally gets you back to the house of lamentation and your FINALLY all alone satan takes a moment to just hold you

Like wow, he almost can’t believe that this has finally happened

So he takes a minute to hold you, no talking, no annoying brothers barging in and ruining the moment

Just you and him, together, peaceful and sweet.

Now after all that mushy stuff is over satan is more than ready to get on with the more spicy wedding night activities

Chances are you’ve both done it before so you both know each others bodys but this time feels…different

This time is really special.

And so its a lot more gentle, no kinky stuff, just sweet gentle love making, nothing extreme, its intimate and vulnerable.

R- Rest of our life (do they want to spend the rest of their life with you? Do they ever want this moment to end?)

Look, he’s a demon, he knows that he’s probably going to live muchhhhh longer than you unless he can find something in a book-

However if his proposal is anything to go by, he also thinks that your soul mates, star crossed lovers that are meant to be (god i love his proposal)

So id say yes, he wants to spend as long as he can with you by his side, his precious y/n, his sweet human, his soulmate.

And if he can find a way to spend an eternity together, then of course he’d take it

He loves you, he wouldn’t have married you if he didnt, i imagine marriage is very important to demons because it isn’t exactly like human marriage

He loves you so much and he wants you with him forever, and even if he loses you he knows he’ll find you again, because your soulmates.

V-Vows! (what are your vows to each other)

His; “y/n, i love you deeply, in my bones i know that i love you, it burns inside me as bright a flame as my rage, being with you is better than reading any book in the 3 relms, being able to kiss you, having you accept me, its bliss, it makes me feel hole, like im ME, because you love me, i know it sounds sappy but…your my soulmate, just like in the book i want us to have a happy ending, i want us to keep writing this book together. I love you y/n”

Yours ; “satan, i love you truly, the love i feel for you fills me with warmth and makes butterflies float in my stomach. You’ve never quite been an open book, always sealed shut and locked away, but i’m so unbelievably glad that you opened up to me, let me read the writing you keep hidden away. I love all of you, your tears, your anger, the walks we take at night, all of you. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs, a lot of missteps and fumbles, but we’ve always worked through them together, and I want to keep doing that, because you’re my soulmate, and i’m yours.”

W- Walking down!! (what do they feel when your walking down the aisle)

Joy, pride, calmness

Satan feels a serge of joy rush through him, you’re marrying him, you’re choosing to spend your life with him, how could he not be happy? You’re so beautiful as you walk down, walking towards him with nothing but love, he feels happy and warm inside.

He also feels pride, you love HIM, your marrying HIM, out of all the demon, angles, and humans you’re walking down the aisle towards him, your his and he’s yours, the amount of pride he has knowing that fact sends him over the moon, your perfect to him, and knowing that your walking towards him is a massive ego boost

See you makes him feel calm, everyone has doubts, even the cool and collected satan was worried, mind flooded with what if’s and imagination running wild with possibilities, but seeing you walk down the aisle towards him makes him feel calm, the worries washing away and becoming peaceful, he feels at ease and reassured seeing you.

X- Xtra! (a random hc about the wedding)

Mammon cries, mammon is legit balling his eyes out so lucifer has to shut him up

Lucifer is the one who walks you down the aisle

Everything is very subtly cat themed, little decorations on the note cards, small hints to cats, at first glance it’s all normal but in reality it’s all slightly cat themed.

[dilfdemolisher]

Watcha’ Thinking About

Summary- You help smuggle goods with Joel and Tess but while waiting for her to return you can't help but let your curiosity get the best of you. | Semi-fluff

Content - Thinking…oof scary, low-key mean Joel in the beginning but also in character in Joel I suppose, Boston-era Joel, awkward!Joel but hey he's trying, can be read as romantic or platonic. Not proofread so there's some spelling/grammar mistakes.

Word Count - 1k-ish

Joel. A primarily silent man who only speaks when necessary, who you are well aware isn't very keen on making friends. A man with strong lines between his eyebrows, from an expression you assume to be displeased from whatever he's thinking about. With what is the question but it's better not to ask especially in moments like this, just you and him sitting in the small living room he shares with Tess, whom you’re waiting for. It's better not to interrupt the comfortable silence between you too. But God knows you’d kill to know what’s going on in that brain of his. Sometimes the curiosity is a bit too difficult to keep to yourself…

“Joel” You ask, breaking the silence. “Hmm,” says not sparing a glance in your direction.

“Watcha’ thinking about.”

Now he looks over with a slow turn of the head accompanied by that look of displeasure you are oh so familiar with. “What”

“What are you thinking about” you ask again.

“Why”

“I'm just curious”

“Why”

“You know you can say more than one syllable right?”

You say with your own now, furrowed brows. “I’m just trying to make conversation.”

“No need, It doesn't need to be made.” He says turning his head back towards the wall. You sigh in disappointment.

“What?” He says, facing you again.

“Was just trying to get to know you is all” You smile politely. “We’ve just been working a lot together lately and I figured it would be nice to know more about you then just your name.”

“You know where I live, that's better than most people get.”

“Yeah, but most people aren't smuggling drugs with you.” You say with an eyebrow raised “Was just trying to be friendly is all… I'm thinking about pigs”

“Pigs?” He asks.

You smile, happy he's at least engaging you, positive or not. “Yeah, pigs can't look up at the sky ‘cause their necks don't bend that way”

“Well I got better things to think about then barnyard animals” He says before taking a glance at the door while shaking his thigh up and down, clearly losing his patience waiting for Tess.

“You sure? What else could you be thinking about” Fuck it you decide, might as well have fun with annoying him. Until you can actually have a pleasant conversation with Tess when she arrives might as well keep yourself entertained. “I love baby cows and their huge eyes and their cute little- Oh! Did you know that baby horses hooves are all soft for the first few minutes after birth”

He stays silent, still staring at the door. Leaving you to sit and think, almost like a parent leaving a child to reflect on their own stupidity.

“Try Joel, try.” Murmers his own brain, he can practically hear Tess say it. He knows you've done nothing wrong to him, in fact you've been nothing but a help to him and Tess. He still hasn't gotten a clear answer on how she found someone like you. He knows he's had no reason to be so cold to you over the past few months, but old habits die hard. “Try, try, try, try” is all he can hear after Tess asked him, in hopes he could calm his demeanour slightly as not to scare you away like it often does with others.

“A foal.” He says, breaking the silence.

“Huh?”

“A foal, it's what baby horses are called.” He says with eye contact and a nod of the head.

You smile, it’s the most you’ve gotten out of him in months. “I wasn’t thinking about pigs. I don't know why I said that but that’s the first thing I thought to say.”

He lets out a huff. But not in a bad way but in a positive way? Almost like he’s amused, is he not…annoyed?

“I was thinkin’ about Tess, how she’s late” He says.

“Do you think she’s okay?” You ask, the tone of the conversation quickly switching from lighthearted to concerned.

“She’s fine” He says dismissively. The air now tense again. “And if not I’ll deal with it after.”

The silence remains for a moment. A silence you know will stick if you don't crush it while you can. “You remind me of someone I knew.” You say, deciding you’d rather speak than be enveloped by the awkward silence you knew was coming.

“Before I got to Boston I was with a group for a while few years back, there were 6 of us” You take a breath, the nice memory quickly fading knowing their fates. “One of the guys was Derek, he was a assertive guy, kinda in a irritating way though. He had a southern accent to like you, he wasn’t as brooding as you though.” You say with a smile.

“Yeah, you remind me of someone I used to know too.” He says with a smirk.

“Yeah who?”

“Before everything went to, ugh” He says while clearing his throat before falling into a brief pause, getting caught up in thought. “My neighbours had this dog” He says. “And it really loved to fuckin’ bark.”

“Oh fuck off.” You say with a chuckle, Y’know I knew a”-

You're cut off by the jangling noise of keys behind the door, both of your heads snap towards it.

Tess enters and mutters an apology. “Listen my bad I didn’t think that I would be that long I hadn't ”-

“Don’t worry about it we still got time.” Joel interrupts before looking towards you. “Ya ready?”

“Yup all good.” You say, standing up and rolling your shoulders back giving a stretch before strolling towards the door. Joel follows as you exit into the hallway as you both wait for Tess as she locks the door back up.

While you all walk down the hallway and stairs in silence you can't help but think maybe, just maybe, Joel Miller doesn’t hate you.

A/N - I haven't written since I was like 14 so this shit but I've had a painful amount of free time lately so this was birthed and I might pick it up again so idk if I hate this and if I'll delete it when I wake up but fuck it we ball.

[johaerys-writes]

As Fate Would Have It

Achilles/Patroclus | E | Ch. 2/?

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“So what is it really like, being the prince’s therapon?”

Patroclus scowls into his cup. Ever since the day Achilles chose him, people left and right have not stopped asking him about it. Everyone is hungry to know what their strange, demigod prince is like behind closed doors—what it’s like to attend him. Personally. They always lower their voice and give him that conspiratorial smile, too, as if it is some great mystery or secret.  

“What do you want me to say, Eurydamas? I’ve already told you.” 

“Yes, you’ve told us that being a therapon is the most pointless and tedious duty you’ve ever had to perform. We know. But we want details, man,” Eurydamas tells him with curious, excited, glittering eyes. 

“All the juicy, sordid details, if you please,” Automedon adds. “And be quick about it, I don’t have all night. That new serving girl has been eyeing me since yesterday.” He raises his cup and winks at the girl, a pretty little thing with long black hair and eyes the colour of honey. She blushes and turns away, tending to her work. 

“You’d think you smell of cabbages the way she keeps a wide berth from you, cousin,” Alcimedon laughs, and gets a slap upside his head from Automedon for his troubles. 

“Shut up and let the man talk,” Automedon tells the younger boy. 

Patroclus rolls his eyes. “The prince, since you’re all burning to know, is a stuck up lordling who simply wants someone to follow him around in case his lordly feet get sore and he needs to be lordily carried back to his rooms, I suppose,” he says with bitter sarcasm. “Not that I would know. He barely speaks to anyone below his station. I guess that includes me.”  

“Nah,” Automedon says. “Not buying it.” 

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve all heard him talk to you. Just last night, before dinner? He said: ‘Patroclus, son of Menoetius, you whom I cherish more than my own life; godlike as you are, please attend me while I perform the holy rites for the gods to bless our meal.’” 

“He just wanted me to hand him the incense and the wine for the libation!” Patroclus protests while the others snicker. “That’s nothing. He— he just does that for show. He's... very religious.”

“He certainly doesn’t call me godlike. Or the love of his life,” Alcimedon guffaws, and earns himself another slap by Automedon.

Patroclus chuckles despite himself. Though his friends are often beyond ridiculous, he has still missed their company. He has missed training and sparring and joking around with them, and he has missed having the singular goal of training to become the best soldier he can be for Peleus’ army. That was all he cared about a week ago, and what he worked towards. It didn’t matter that he was just one among the many exiles that regularly wash up at Phthia’s gates; the boys were all treated the same, no distinctions among them, and one day they could still claim glory for Phthia and a name for themselves.

It wasn’t always easy: Patroclus remembers well how numb and scared he’d been when he’d arrived, his nightmares, his more than embarrassing performance at the training yard. He had even tried to hide away in a storeroom once, crouching behind the big amphorae full of olive oil, but the arms-master had soon found him and dragged him back by his ear. Each day that he showed up he became a little better, a little stronger, a little more agile. Soon, he could spar with the other boys, and soon after that he could beat them, too. He found friends and comrades in those boys who were as lost as he was, a family of his very own. Even when they annoy him to no end, Patroclus still yearns for the simplicity and ease of their companionship.

Which is more than he can say about prince Achilles and his new duties, for the sake of which he has left all of that behind. 

Everyone expects there to be some magical secret hidden behind the prince’s stoic and stony facade, but if there is, Patroclus has yet to glimpse it. Most of the day, Patroclus simply follows him around from one lesson to the next: music, philosophy, arithmetics, rhetoric. There is a host of tutors that Peleus has brought from all over Greece to instruct his precious son in all matters of art, thought and leadership, not to mention the ‘lessons’ the old king gives himself. Every evening, he sits Achilles close to him by the fire and tells him all about his past exploits and adventures, the wars he’s fought in, the stories he’s heard or that have been passed down from generation to generation of Aecides. 

That particular part of his duties Patroclus doesn’t begrudge too much. He’s always loved listening to stories, seeing the blood-soaked battlefields or tumultuous seas or magical groves in his mind’s eye. He likes sitting cross-legged on the thick furs beside Achilles, nursing his wine as Peleus talks on and on in his deep, soothing voice, imagining it is he on a quest to find the Golden Fleece, taming the waves or battling the Gegenees, the six-armed monsters. In those moments, it is easy to pretend that Peleus is telling those stories for Patroclus’ benefit as well, that he is part of that family. 

The illusion is always shattered soon after, however, when the king finally doses, and Achilles stands up. Then, Patroclus has to follow him back to his quarters in silence, as if he’s nothing but a loyal hound, and sleep in his cold and lonely bed in the prince’s even colder and silent bedroom.

There is only one place where Patroclus doesn’t follow Achilles. And that is the prince’s very own, secluded training yard: the place where he every day, without fail, practises his spear and his sword and his bows in perfect solitude, with no other eyes on him but the gods’.  

Patroclus had found that odd. He had thought that since Peleus had gone to the trouble of bringing world renowned instructors for everything else, the person he would bring to instruct Achilles in the arts of war would be the most famed and skilled yet. Patroclus had been eager to meet them, but once they’d reached the door of the yard Achilles had sharply instructed Patroclus that he was to train alone, and not to be disturbed by anyone under any circumstances.

Not even by you, my most trusted and beloved companion, he’d said, and inclined his head with practised, ceremonious politeness, before he’d turned around and left him alone in the shadows of the hallway.  

“‘Trusted and beloved’, my ass,” Patroclus scoffs quietly to himself, words muffled behind the rim of his cup. How does Achilles even come up with the things he says? There is no love between them. Anyone with eyes can see that. 

He slants a baleful look up at the dais, at the king’s table, where Achilles is talking with Phoenix, his childhood tutor. Phoenix is laughing at his own joke and Achilles smiles; the smile only barely reaches his eyes but it is still ever so slightly tinged with affection. It is certainly more, so much more than Patroclus has gotten from him so far. Patroclus doubts Achilles has even a modicum of love in his icy bones; if he does, he has none at all to spare for Patroclus, or any other servant. For that is what Patroclus truly is. Achilles had seemed more than happy to dismiss him earlier, giving him only a sharp and somewhat curt nod when Patroclus had asked for permission to sit with his friends. 

Patroclus looks away, willing himself to be glad that he chose to sit with Eurydamas, Automedon and Alcimedon tonight, rather than wilt of boredom by the prince’s side. 

“Would you like some more wine, my lord?” 

The serving girl that Automedon has had his eye on all night is standing above him with her pitcher of wine in her hands, her expression warm and hopeful. 

That, too, has changed since becoming Achilles’ therapon . When most servants barely paid any attention to him before, considering him only barely above them in matters of rank, and sometimes even lower, now they speak to him with deference, quickly replenishing his wine when it’s finished and bringing him the best cuts of meat even when he isn’t sitting by the prince’s side. They all recognise him as the prince’s sworn man; no one wants to be the cause of his displeasure now that they all think he has Achilles’ ear. 

Patroclus hurriedly wipes the scowl away from his own face and smiles tightly at her, offering his cup. 

“Thank you. But I am no lord. Please, just call me Patroclus.”

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[dreadfutures]

I was doubly inspired by this prompt from @rosella-writes for my #shadows in the sun AU for young!Ixchel & Kieran and what they get up to during DA4.

For @dadrunkwriting

Words: 2109

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Ixchel knew mana exhaustion when she saw it, and she was honestly surprised Kieran hadn’t died from it yet. He had been a dragon, and then himself, and then he had flung not only himself across a whole canyon but taken her with him in one Fade-step the likes of which she hadn’t thought possible.

She had been surprised enough when he was capable of speech after all of that, but his impressive reserves of strength or foolishness could not last forever, she supposed. He had collapsed not long after they had made their way to the other side of the mesa. It had been up to Ixchel, then, to carry him down to where the cliffs dripped into a valley of trees, where they might be hidden from those that pursued him. She hoped.

Ixchel nestled Kieran in the roots of a tree to keep him out of the wind, on a bed of leaves to keep him from losing too much heat to the ground. While he rested, she worked.

She was no stranger to finding her way in the wilderness without supplies, though she resented the fact that she had been forced to leave them in her mad dash to help Kieran. Her bedroll, the oiled tarp, and the wrapped packages of salted fish she had brought with her now lay scattered on the red floor of the desert to the southwest. Regardless, she had no trouble making a lean-to, and setting up some snares, and digging a pit for a low-smoke fire, with nothing but her hands and the tools she could find in nature. It was a matter of principle, if nothing else, that she was annoyed.

They were near water—she had made sure of that—and she had fortunately had her canteen, flint, and a few other small trinkets in the pockets that lined her clothes. She left Kieran to quickly refill the water she had drained while crossing the desert, and when she returned, she found him just on the cusp of waking.

She was relieved, and she plunked herself down beside him, ready to offer him a sip as soon as he could sit up.

“What happened to finding shelter?” he groaned, with the expression of a child pulled out of bed too early, and she considered upturning her canteen on his lap in retaliation.

“We’ve got cover from the wind, water nearby, dry earth, and plenty of game,” Ixchel said instead. “Your mother would be grateful for such bounty.”

She reached for him as he struggled to sit up on weakened arms, and he wrapped his hand around her singular wrist for support—but then he didn’t let go.

He held her there and stared at her intently, golden eyes like a dragon’s, like his mother’s, boring into hers.

“My mother is missing, ‘Chel,” he said soberly.

Ixchel hated how the news, which should have been a punch to the gut, was just another bitter truth she could roll with. She was not shaken like she should have been, and she returned his gaze without surprise.

“Have you heard about the—” she began, but Kieran cut her off.

“The evil gods returning? My grandmother warned us all of that a decade ago,” he said.

“Alright,” Ixchel said. “Tell me what you know.”

“After Papae died, Mamae let the Well guide us to places that were safe… Places where the ancient people hid from the Evanuris.” Kieran’s voice had softened a little, gaze turning glassy and distant. “But then—the Well warned us that nowhere was safe. That the refuges we had found belonged to Fen’Harel, and so would she if we stayed. We were going to make a decision together, but she disappeared in the night without a trace. She left everything: her staff, her books…”

“Do you think Mythal took her? Fen’Harel?” Ixchel asked. “Controlling the Well?”

Kieran shook his head vehemently. “No,” he said, “because Fen’Harel came looking for her. And—” he sucked in a breath, having grown pale as if he felt ill at what he was about to say “—I know that it wasn’t Mythal, either. The part of me that she took… Fen’Harel holds it now. I could feel it in him, and I know my grandmother wouldn’t have given it to him freely, not after everything she did to take it!”

Kieran’s grip had grown exceedingly tight around her wrist—enough to make her flinch. Despite his wiry frame, delicate in ways his mother was but his father wasn’t, he carried a surprising strength in his hands. He did not seem to realize it, fixated and nearly frantic as he continued his explanation:

“I think Mamae went looking for the same thing my father did. It was his only hope, and he failed, and I think it’s her only hope, too. Our only hope.”

“A cure for the Blight?” Ixchel asked.

“No!” Kieran exclaimed, as if she had uttered the most disappointingly stupid thing he had ever heard. “An untouched place, a place where time, and magic, and war, and death, and yes the Blight, have never trespassed.”

Ixchel pursed her lips and waited for him to continue, loathe to say something else to earn his disapproval. Her silence, unfortunately, seemed to earn the same outcome, for he released her hand and fisted both of his in his hair.

“It’s the only place where she wouldn’t be in danger of being controlled,” he said insistently, “because the Evanuris have no power there—and that’s why we need to lure them to her.”

“What?” Ixchel yanked her hand back from him, a fury rising in her that did surprise her. “If she made it there, she’s safe, Kieran. What the fuck do you mean ‘lure them to her’?!”

Before she knew what she was doing, she was on her feet. “She’s your mother, Kieran! I know she talks a lot of shit about sacrifice and using people but she’s your mother!”

“Do you think I don’t feel that!” Kieran shouted back, further shocking her, but not shocking her out of her anger. “This is the only option! I know—I just know this is what she wants us to do, since she can’t do it alone—”

“Gods above and below, maybe it’s what she wants you to do,” Ixchel spat, “but you can’t ask me—”

“To bring danger to the only person who’s ever treated you like family? That’s exactly why I am asking you!”

Kieran looked up at her with tears of desperation in his eyes, and she was haunted by his words, and by the eyes that looked so much like Morrigan’s.

Tears welled in her own eyes as his words sank in. He had given voice to something she had never had the courage to admit even to herself. But on a level that was fundamentally worse, he had noticed it in the first place—the one thing she had so dearly wished to hide when they last traveled together.

Morrigan and her Warden had taken her in like family, after Corypheus’ defeat scattered all her friends in the Inquisition to the far corners of the world. Morrigan had taught her elven, and ancient elvhen, when even Solas hadn’t deigned to. Morrigan had shown her a softness that her steely exterior hid from all but precious few. Morrigan had made her feel wanted, safe, and special, like no one else had ever made her feel.

Yes. Morrigan had been the closest thing to a mother to the young Inquisitor, and it went against every fiber of her being to jeopardize that.

Even if Ixchel had turned her back on them once before.

“You have no idea—” Ixchel didn’t know where she was going. “Do you think I owe—” But that was terribly, terribly wrong, too. “Kieran, I just—I can’t.”

“No,” he said bitterly, “and neither can I. Not alone.”

Ixchel’s lashes fluttered, sending hot tears spilling down her cheeks, and she took a step back, and then another, and then another, until Kieran was just a shadow in the crook at the base of the tree and she was beginning to melt into the forest.

Despite the anger and—and fear that filled her, she found herself calling out to him on reflex: “I’ll be back.”

“Take your time,” he said, sounding defeated.

Ixchel turned her back on him, and she walked away into the woods.

Instinct guided her where her turmoil-rattled mind could not. Her stomach was aching for food, and she needed to set up the snares for small animals, and to forage for some other forms of sustenance in the interim. One by one the ropes she had fashioned left her hands, placed on game trails she sensed more than saw. She dug up roots and nibbled at them to identify which ones might be worthwhile, ignoring dirt and fibers. And when she finally felt calm enough to think again, she found herself crawling in a dense thicket of tangled berry trees.

They were similar to those she had scavenged in Ferelden as a child: red-turned-black, with many tiny beads of juice squished together into oval gems. These, however, she found to have thorns.

Her blood welled berry-red in her thumb, drawing her out of her stormy fugue and back into the moment. As she sucked at the wound and considered the lay of the land, she gave thought to Kieran’s request.

It was no fault of his that his maternal lineage was tangled in occult mystery, curses, and cursed luck. It was not his fault that his mother had become entangled with the Well of Sorrows, submitted to the slavery of the Evanuris in one way or shape or form—if anything, that blame lay on Ixchel’s shoulders. And it was not Kieran’s fault that he had been left alone in this world, robbed first of a childhood, and of friendship, and then of his father… and now, his mother, too.

He needed Ixchel, and he had reason for seeking her out. It wasn’t unkind, at least at its core.

She was all he had left.

Her heart ached at that acknowledgment. She felt entirely unworthy of his hope, but it was fact: Morrigan and Halevune had taken her in, kept her safe, educated her, and brought her on their travels, with Kieran. They had been companions, and friends, for years. She cared deeply for his parents, and for him.

Who else could Kieran say that about?

She wished he had someone better equipped to help him than the meager shadow of the Inquisitor she had become in recent years.

Ixchel sniffled as she reached for the berries again, and with greater care she began to collect them. It was difficult and tedious work to avoid the thorns and apply enough force to pluck the fruit from the branches, all with one hand. It had been mid-afternoon when she’d left, and it was getting quite dark by the time she returned, laden with the spoils of the forest.

“You returned,” he said, and her heart sank, realizing he had thought she’d left him.

…Again.

Ixchel set down the folded cloth full of berries and began to dig roots out from where she’d stuffed them down her clothes.

“I did,” she grunted.

They were quiet as she smacked dirt off of the vegetation. When she went to figure out how to light the fire, Kieran saw her intentions and cast a simple spell, bringing sparks to life in the tinder.

“Thanks,” she said, and sat back with a thump on the ground beside him again, nestled against the tree. “Look, lethallin—”

“I don’t know if she made it, lethallan,” he said quickly, squeezing his fists in his lap. “I don’t know what we’ll find there. I don’t know how we’re going to lure the old gods to the edge of the world. But I know, I just know—”

Ixchel held out her fist in front of him, and he fell silent. Realizing he had misinterpreted the motion, she opened her hand and dropped a berry into his lap.

“I’ll help you,” she promised.

Kieran gave a wet laugh. “Why?”

She shifted uncomfortably and looked down at her thorn-pricked hand. “Because I don’t have a better idea, I’m tired of turning my back on the world, and…” Her throat worked in vain to keep the tears out of her voice. “…And I’m tired of being alone.”

Kieran rolled the berry in the palm of his hand, leaning into her shoulder like he had been struggling to keep himself upright.

“Yeah,” he said down to his hands. “Me too.”

[the-invisible-queer]

Nick is Sick

Author’s Note: Mac is not me per se, but a better more successful, more intune with their heritage version of me. They’re roommates with Nick and have very much a close, playful, sibling-like relationship with him. They have a romantic past with Joe, but now they’re friends with benefits. Nick has no idea about their arrangement, but he is aware some feelings are still there. Sopa de salchichon is a Puerto Rican soup my grandma makes when people are sick. This takes place between 2015-17. Feel free to comment and send me asks about it if you feel so inclined to.

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Mac hadn’t seen Nick all day and it wasn’t like him to sleep in. Did he make an impromptu trip to Califronia and just forgot to mention it? They’d texted him an hour ago, but he didn’t respond which was not like him. Knocking on his door of his room, they waited for a response.

“Hey, Nick?” No response. “Nicholas?” They knocked again. Nothing. Opening the door for confirmation, they saw him laying in bed. “Nick?” They walked to the bed, gently shaking him. “Are you alive?” they asked, noticing the sweat on his forehead. “Nick, are you okay?” Beginning to get worried, they lightly shook his arm again. He groaned.. “Thank God!”

“Hm?” He rolled over and looked at them.

“Hey.” Mac took a breath of relief. “I’m sorry to wake you, but you had me worried. Are you okay?”

“What’s wrong?” His voice was hoarse.

“Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you’re alive because it’s almost two and I hadn’t seen you and I texted you an hour ago and you never responded. You don’t sound alright? Are you fighting a cold?” they asked.

“I feel like shit,” he told them. Feeling his forhead, it was as expected, a fever. “Baby boy, baby.” Brushing his hair back, they looked at him. “You’re running hot and I mean that literally. I think we’ve got some Dayquill in the cabinet. I’ll go get it for you.”

“Thanks, Mac.” He sighed, pulling the covers over his shoulder. Mac left his room and walked to the medicine cabinet. Searching for any cold medicine, they came up empty. “Fuck!” They muttered. How was that possible? They didn’t want to leave him alone incase he got worse. So they had no option. Grabbing their phone, they called Joe. He picked up surprisingly quickly.

“Hey. Were you thinking of me? Because I was thinking of you.” He chuckled.

“Hi. Are you busy right now? I kind of need a favor,” they told him.

“You know I’m never too busy for you. What’s up?” he asked.

“Are you sure? Because if anything I can ask Mike-”

“No. I’m just home. What’s going on?” Joe asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Can you pick up some cold medicine? Nick’s got a fever and I don’t want to leave him alone,” they explained.

“Oh. Is he- is he okay?” Joe asked. The slight concern in his voice mad Mac smile.

“Aw. Forever the worried big brother,” they teased. “Yeah. I think he’s going to be okay after a few days of rest. I just want to keep an eye on him at least till the fever breaks.”

“Good call.”

“I just- I am ill-prepared. I don’t even have anything to make soup. He never gets sick. I’m the one who gets sick and he’s usually taking care of me,” they explained. “I’m sorry if this is annoying and inconvenient. I hope it’s not too much of a bother.”

“It’s no bother,” he assured them. “Just text me a list of what you need and I’ll pick it up right now.”

“Thank you, Joe. I owe you big time.”

“You can make it up to me this weekend.”

“We’ll talk about it. Thank you. Seriously.”

“I’ll see you in a few. You gotta get back to Nick.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna make him some tea since that’s all I’ve got right now.” They groaned. “Thank you, Joe.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me.” He laughed. “But you are welcome. I’ll let you know when I get to your place.”

“Thank you. Bye.” Mac hung up and quickly texted him their list before turning the kettle on and grabbing the thermometer from the cabinet. Walking back to Nick’s room, they knocked before entering. He was scrolling through his phone. “Hey! I’ve got the thermometer to find out how bad your fever is. See what we’re dealing with,” they told him.

“We’re out of Dayquill? Not even Nyquill?” he asked, noticing the lack of medicine in their hands.

“Unfortunately. But I asked Joe to pick up some stuff, so he’s going to stop by. I know it’d probably be quicker to run to the bodega, but I’m not leaving you alone when you’ve got a fever.” They sat on the edge of the bed, handing him the thermometer.

“Or you just wanted an excuse to see him,” Nick teased before sticking the thermometer in his mouth.

“It was between him and Mikey. He just happened to be the last person I texted so it was easier to call him,” they explained. Nick scoffed. “Don’t start shit you can’t finish, Nicholas. You’re sick. You don’t have the energy.” He hummed in response. “I just turned the kettle on to make you some tea.” They took the thermometer. “One-oh-two isn’t so bad.”

“It feels bad,” he replied.

“We’ve dealt with worse. Do you have a tea preference or are you good with lemon ginger?” they asked.

“That sounds good. Thank you.”

“I asked him to pick up some stuff to make sopa de salchichon for you,” they told him.

“You don’t have to go through all of that for me,” he replied.

“Listen you’re single and you’re mom’s not here. So as your roommate and best friend it is my job to make sure you don’t die and take care of you when you’re sick. You’ve always taken care of me so it’s my turn. Alright?”

“Thanks, Mac. I really do appreciate it.

“You know I’ve got you.” They brushed his hair back. “If you need anything, just shoot me a text. I’ll be back with your tea. Get your rest.”

Joe called Mac as he approached the front stoop of the apartment building.

“Hey! I’m coming.” They told him.

“I got everything on the list except for the Vick’s. They didn’t have namebrand so I got no frills.”

“That’s fine.” Mac opened the door for him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He followed them into the apartment.

“You are a life saver. How much do I owe you?” Mac asked.

“A kiss will make us even,” he teased.

“Come on.”

“You owe me nothing. He’s my brother. So he owes me,” he joked.

“Thank you.” Mac kissed him, taking the bags. “I really do appreciate you.”

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled. “How is he?”

“I’ve been checking on him every so often to make sure he’s alive. If he’s not feeling any better in a day or two, I’m dragging him to see a doctor,” they told him.

“Is he asleep? Can I check on him?” Joe asked.

“You’re cute. Yeah, you can check on him, but try not to get sick.”

“I’ll be okay,” he assured them. Walking to Nick’s room, he knocked on the door.

“Yeah.” Nick called out. Joe opened the door, poking his head in. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey. Mac said you’ve got a fever so I wanted to make you’re okay.”

“I feel so shitty.”

“Yeah, you look it,” Joe teased.

“Fuck you.”

“They asked me to pick up some stuff for you so-” Joe shrugged.

“Thanks for that. I don’t know why they didn’t just go to the store themselves,” Nick replied.

“With how bad you look, I don’t blame them. I wouldn’t leave you alone either. Plus it gave me an excuse to see them,” Joe admitted. Nick smiled. “What?” Mac knocked before walking into the room with their arms full. “Do you need help?”

“I’ve got it.” They put everything on the night table. “You gotta sit up.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, they poured him a dose of medicine. “I’ve got some juice to chase it with.”

“Thanks.” He quickly took down the medicine before taking a sip of juice. “You both don’t have to stay in here. Neither of you should be getting sick.”

“Okay.” Mac felt his forehead again. “Hopefully that’ll help break the fever. I’ll be in the kitchen cooking if you need anything-” Mac brushed some curls from his forehead. Joe watched, a pang of jealousy striking him

“Shoot you a text. I know. Thanks.” Nick laid back down.

“Okay.” Mac helped him pull the covers back over him. “I’ll come check on you with the soup is done.” They smiled before leaving the room.

“Get some rest.” Joe nodded before following Mac to the kitchen. “So- what was that?”

“What was what?” They asked, starting to prepare the soup.

“Have you been doing that all day or were the theatrics just because I’m here?” Joe asked.

“What are you talking about?” Mac looked at him. “What theatrics?”

“I know you and Nick are close and have only gotten closer since living together, but you’re not that close.” Joe alleged.

“Please tell me what the fuck you’re talking about, because I am so lost.” They folded their arms across their chest.

“The- when you- why’d you sweep his hair off his face like that?” Joe asked.

“Are you being serious?” Mac asked. “The guy is sick in bed with a fever.”

“But that’s kind of an intimate gesture.” He pointed out.

“Okay. And? I swear to God, Joseph. For the what? The third or fourth fucking time I am not fucking your brother. I would never fuck your brother and if I was going to fuck any of your brothers it would not be Nick. Trust me.”

“I wasn’t even going to accuse you of that, but- I guess thanks for the clarification. I just- I’ve never seen you be like that with him. It was weird.”

“He’s sick. It was a comfort thing because I am genuinely worried about him. Trust me I was not doing it to get a reaction from you. I can’t believe how jealous you still get and we’re not even together. You have no ground to be jealous.” They scoffed. “You getting jealous over the smallest shit is why we could never get back together.”

“I’m sorry. I just- it caught me off guard I guess,” he admitted.

“You’re cute.” Mac laughed. “Now, you’re more than welcome to stay, but I bet you’ve got plans, right?”

“Actually, I don’t. I was planning on seeing if you were free to hang out today so getting your call was a pleasant surprise,” he explained. “So I wouldn’t mind staying if you don’t mind me staying.”

“Of course not. I could use th company since he’s going to be stuck in his room.”

“Is there anything I could help with?”

“You can do the cutting like old times.” Mac grabbed a cutting board and a knife placing it on the table. “We haven’t cooked together in years.”

“I wouldn’t call it cooking together. I’d call it you cook I cut.” Joe laughed. “But yeah, I can cut the sausage.”

“Salchichon,” they corrected him.

“Sausage.” He stuck to his guns. He was not even going to attempt to say it and he was not going to give them something else to make fun of him for.

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

“You can’t make me.”

“Sal-chi-chon.”

“Nope.” He washed his hands before sitting at the table.

“You’re so boring.” Mac whined. “At least Nick tries.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what? His Spanish is getting better.”

“I know what you’re doing and I don’t appreciate it.”

“What? I’m only saying Nick’s Spanish is better than yours ever was.” They knew his competitive nature wasn’t going to let him sit down and take it.

“If I say it, will you leave me alone?”

“Maybe.”

“Can’t make fun of me for how bad it is.”

“Well depending on how bad it is, I can’t let you live it down,” they promised. He sighed, defeated. “Come on, Joe. What’s the sasauge called?”

“I hate you.”

“If you did, you wouldn’t be here right now. So say it.”

“Sal- salchichon?” He questioned his pronounciation, looking at them for confiriamtion. Trying their best, not to laugh, they bit the inside of their cheek and pursed their lips. “You’re a dick.”

“Did I laugh?” they asked. Quietly repeating his bad pronounciation.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

“Because it’s fun. Nick’s Spanish is still better than yours.”

“He’s lived with you longer than I did. So- he’s got the upper hand.”

“That has nothing to do with it. You’re just- white.”

“And he’s not?” he asked, confused.

“Yeah but you’re white in a different way than he is.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nick’s got some spice. Not much, but enough. And you don’t have any,” they explained. “But that’s okay.” Joe scoffed. “But hey, you dance to salsa better than him.”

“Are you just saying that?”

“No. He only started learning to move his hips like two years ago. But you’ve got it down. Maybe we should go dancing this weekend. You did say I could make it up to you this weekend, so why not?”

“Sure. Could be fun. I’ve got nothing planned for Saturday. Are you free?” he asked.

“Assuming Nick’s not still dying, I should be free.”

“Great. It’s a date then.”

[ippid]

Finding passion

Chapter – 3

Standing at the train station with my parents, I can barely keep my eyes open. When my dad said we’ll leave early on Friday, I thought he meant 11 am or something.

Not 5 in the morning.

I haven’t had a great sleeping schedule for the past few weeks, and I went to sleep pretty late again yesterday, staying up to read. So you can imagine how exhausted I am right now.

After getting our tickets checked, we proceed to board the train and find our seats. I was planning to use this journey to look up some tips and tricks that I could try to use when I take some pictures. But that idea flew out the window along with my consciousness because as soon as I settled down in a seat across from my parents I was out like a light.

After what felt like 2 minutes but was actually around 3 hours, I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see my mom smiling at me and telling me we’ve arrived. I get up with them, and we get off the train along with everyone else. Damn, I can already hear all the French surrounding me, this is sweet. I look up at my parents and come to a sudden realization.

Oh my god, how did I not think about this before?!

My last name may be French, but my parents most certainly do not speak it. And guess what else, they don’t speak? That’s right.

English.

Why in the hell did I not notice that sooner? They’ll make me interact with so many people now! They’re social people, and something as silly as a language barrier won’t stop them from communicating.

With their hands, and weird sounds, and oh my god.

This was a setup.

Either I communicate with these people in English and all the French I know, or I suffer the embarrassment of watching them trying to get others to understand what their waving hands and odd sounds mean.

They know I would never allow that.

It’s not as if I’m afraid to talk to others, but I just don’t like to talk much. I have infinite thoughts, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I like to be quiet and a lot of people mistake that for me being either shy, embarrassed, awkward or all three.

I heave a big sigh and walk in front of them, telling them to follow me, so I could lead us to a cab. I hear them laughing a bit behind me and turn around to throw them a mock glare. ‘’Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You guys got me.’’ I say pretending to be angry.

They continue laughing, and my dad comes over to sling his arm around my shoulder. He’s a bit taller than me, standing at 6’0 and has dark brown wavy hair with streaks of gray through it. A defined face with a sharp jawline and the warmest hazel brown eyes you’ll ever see. His tan skin brings even more attention to his white teeth, and he’s overall very handsome still, for someone as old as him. I can see why my mom got together with him.

‘’Come on kiddo, this way you can practice your French, and we will feel better knowing you can take care of yourself in an unfamiliar environment.’’ I look at him weirdly. Why would he need to worry about that? It’s not like I will be going to many of those anyway. He looks back at me and doesn’t say anything. He just gives me one of those annoying all knowing smiles like he knows something I don’t.

I huff and give him a small smile back before he releases me and drops back next to my mother. I continue leading them outside and over to a cab, where I quickly ask if they can take us to our hotel. The cab ride wasn’t all that eventful. We sat in a companionable silence, and we all just enjoyed the surrounding scenery.

My parents had definitely splurged on this trip. We were headed to the Chouchou Hotel and I read only nice reviews about that place. After arriving and checking in, we decided to head down and have some breakfast here in the hotel before we would go sightseeing. Our first stop was of course the Louvre, where we joined a tour in English that I had to translate for my parents. It took roughly 2 hours. Then we went on to check out the art ourselves, and we decided after that to head over to a café to eat a late lunch.

After having eaten one of the best lunches I had in a while, we decided to walk back through the streets to the hotel. My parents wanted to go up to their room to unwind a bit and relax before going out later tonight to eat dinner. I wasn’t feeling all that tired yet, so I decided to explore a bit more. I wanted to visit this cute coffee shop/study lounge that I saw tucked away between two large buildings earlier. In my experience, it’s always the underrated and less frequented spaces that are the best.

While I was on my way there, I noticed a lot of things around me. I’ve always liked to people watch. It just fascinates me how you can learn so much from somebody without them ever opening their mouth. I noticed how the people around me seemed pretty happy and carefree. Nobody had an unhappy look on their face. Maybe because of the good weather or it’s just the French, I don’t know. All I know is that it makes me feel good to see other people feeling good. Positive energy all around.

After walking for a bit, I finally reach the street I have to turn in to, to reach the café. At that moment, a car drives by and honks their horn. It was pretty close and loud, so I turn my head to see what’s up while turning the corner and run straight into a wall. It startled me so much, I stumbled back and fell on my ass. ‘’Fuck! Who puts a wall next to a wall?!’’ I say while quickly trying to get up off the floor before someone off the main street notices my embarrassing fall.

More importantly, why did I keep walking when I turned my head the other way? It’s not like I couldn’t stop before this to just check the places I put my feet.

Damn.

A chuckle distracts me from my thoughts and I look up, noticing for the first time there was someone standing right in front of me looking at me with a smile on his handsome face. ‘’Not a wall.’’ He says with his French accent.

Damn, why is this guy so beautiful? He’s around 5’11 and has light brown skin with the darkest eyes I have ever seen in my life. I’ve always preferred it when guys had longer hair, but his short hair suits him so incredibly well. He looks fit and muscular, and he’s looking so good while only wearing simple sweatpants and a t shirt with some air forces. Perfect lips that stretch into that beautiful smile that turns amused while he’s looking at me.

Wait. Amused?

It’s only then that I realize I’ve been shamelessly staring just now. I can feel myself flushing a little bit. Wait, what did he say? Not a wall? Oh! Shit, I bumped into him? Well damn he is built, built huh.

‘’Are you fine?’’ He asked. And me still being a bit flustered about being caught cursing out a supposed wall and then staring at said wall, just had to open my mouth and say something stupid. ‘’I’m fine, are you fine?’’ Like I could hurt him if I tried. And then unconsciously mumbled, ‘’You’re definitely fine.’’ Under my breath while looking him up and down again.

He chuckled again, and I widened my eyes while quickly looking up at his eyes. Fuck! He heard that? What is wrong with me? Why did I say that out loud?! He was definitely laughing at me now, and I could feel that flush becoming a bit more prominent. I don’t get embarrassed easily, but this certainly was not how I wanted my mouth to be working today. So maybe I was a bit more tired than I initially thought. Sue me. He was so beautiful, though I couldn’t help but agree with my earlier statement.

This man is fine.

He took a step closer to me and held out his hand for a handshake, ‘’I’m Kylian, but you can call me Ky.’’ He said while looking me dead in the eyes and giving me a smirk that suggested he undoubtedly heard what I just said. Not a single doubt about it. The smile was bad enough already, but a smirk like this? Sir is trying to kill me, isn’t he?

So really this time I couldn’t even get mad about my mouth not cooperating with my brain because the next thing I know I’m reaching out and shaking his hand saying ‘’Nice to meet you. I’m Riri, but you can call me your girlfriend.’’

I can see his eyes sparkle and his lips twitching, while my hand goes slack in his, along with my jaw falling to the floor. Since when was I this goddamn smooth?! It’s only smooth when my body can keep up, and obviously my treacherous body cannot. My eyes are wide, and my mouth is wide open. I can’t believe I just said that. I’m never this bold. I don’t even want to date?! What is wrong with me.

My expression must have set him off because he couldn’t hold back the loud laugh that escaped him after seeing my reaction to my own words. Watching him laugh, I forget all about my embarrassment because it’s honestly a sight to see.

Damn Riri, snap out of it. I can’t be daydreaming for the third time while he’s standing right there!

His hand tightens around mine while his laugh dies down. I totally forgot he was still holding my hand. I am so out of it, what is even the date today? He bends down and leaves a kiss on my knuckles while looking me in the eyes, ‘’Enchanté’’ He says.

See, I knew this man was bad news. Who just does that? Who tries to kill a random person on the street like that, huh? Being all attractive and shit. It’s me dying here, please call an ambulance or something. Why is this so attractive? And how is this even happening to me right now?

‘’Kylian!’’ I hear from behind me. Kylian glances over my shoulder and lets go of my hand. I turn to look and see a guy standing there telling him to hurry up, or they’ll be late. We turn back to each other, and he looks apologetic while opening his mouth ‘’I have to go, I’m sorry. Maybe we will meet again.’’ He says ‘’If it’s fate.’’ He adds and gives me another beautiful smile and quickly rushes past me to join up with the other guy before they both get in a black SUV and drive off.

I stand there blankly staring at the wall for who knows how long before I regain my senses. I don’t even bother going to the café anymore. I just head straight back to the hotel and find my room.

Jumping on the bed, I bury my head in my pillow and groan loudly. This was NOT what I had in mind when I told Jess I would tell her about the hot guys I would see. I thought I would only see. Not actually interact?! What even is my life right now? I have weird butterflies in my stomach that I definitely don’t want to feel, and I’m buzzing in my skin as if that man has given me the goddamn moon.

I try to calm down a bit. Okay, he obviously just caught me at a bad time. A time when my brain to mouth systems seemed to be malfunctioning. There’s no way we will meet each other again, though. And even if we did. I would absolutely not react in that same way. Oh my god. I groan again. That was so out of character for me. This is crazy.

After laying in bed for a couple more minutes, I decide to take a shower and a quick nap before heading out to dinner with my dad. This should relax me enough not to think about it anymore, hopefully.

Around fifteen minutes later, I’m all fresh and ready to take a nap. The warm water really helped me relax. I set my alarm for a couple of hours later and fall asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.

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A/N

Word count: 2166 Words.

Just to clear things up a bit. Like i mentioned earlier in the story, Riri and her parents are from the Netherlands so they speak Dutch. whenever she is speaking with her parents please assume she is speaking in Dutch. It would get a bit tiring if i have to write that too and then translate it for you guys. I made the express dicision not to put those conversations in Italics because I prefer writing it this way. I hope you can still follow the story without any confusion!

Also, finally the Kylian debut. I'm a bit nervous about how I did. Let me know your thoughts!