#lime in his head: (please feel me up i would kill someone to have you all over me)

[musubiki]

i think sometimes lime would catch mochi staring at him while hes working out and for the rest of the day would joking-not-joking tease her about "You know you can feel me up if you want-- I mean I'm not selfish I'll let you touch my body all you want-- c'mon I know you want to-- Hey I won't even tease you about it afterwards-- Hey c'mon--"

[capturethechaos]

Masterlist

Request - doing a pub crawl and trying different drinks | “Stay still, or I’ll have you warming daddy’s cock all night long.” / “That’s a good girl.”

Words - 7.4k

Warnings - Drinking, NSFW 18+ Content, Fingering, Unprotected sex [Wrap it before you tap it folks!] ♡

A/n - Had to alter the dialog prompt just a tad to get it to fit better with the dialog and situation, hope you like it. Also huge fucking thank you to Sam for helping me out so much when I was dealing with a major bout of writers block ♡

Walking into the first bar of the night, you, Jake, and Danny were all prepared to drink the night away. Rules were laid out before the night began, and as the three of you made your way to the bar, the rules were as follows;

1. Truth or drink; at any point during the night, a player may choose one other player to ask a question. The player asking the question must state 'truth or drink' before asking their question. The player being asked the question must do exactly as the name implies, answer the question, or drink.

2. No first names; simple, you cannot say the first name of any other players, if you say someone's first name, you drink.

3. I am the captain now; the first player to declare themselves so, becomes the captain for the remainder of the time at that bar, anyone that looks at the captain must take a shot.

“What can I get for you three tonight?”

“Three tequila sodas, and three shots of tequila as well.”

You turned to your right, an eyebrow raised as he finished ordering. “Are you trying to kill me, Jake?”

You could hear Danny chuckle behind you,  and watched as Jake broke out in a grin. “Of course not, just had an inkling that you were going to break the rule pretty quick.”

The moment the drinks arrived, you lifted the shot glass to your lips, shooting daggers at Jake for a moment before downing the shot. One of the many things you were thankful for in your relationship with the boys, was the fact that tequila was a staple for nights out and parties, so as the liquid ran down your throat, you had little to no reaction to it. 

You had the wedge of lime between your teeth as you spun to face Danny, earning a curious look from him. You removed the lime from your mouth, and dropped it in the empty shot glass before locking eyes with him. “Truth or drink, Wagner. Where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?”

He smiled and nodded a bit before looking off to think about it for a moment. “Behind the counter at work.”

“At our work?” You watched as a blush rose to his cheeks, and he nodded. “Dude, that's gross, I work behind that counter.”

A small smirk emerged, hidden just enough by his grin that no one would be the wiser, but you were all too familiar with that smirk of his, and he knew it too. There was a sudden weight on your shoulder, and above the music, a voice broke through. “Hey, you two. I am the captain now.”

Danny’s eyes left yours, instinctually looking over at Jake as he spoke, and letting out a groan how quickly he managed to lose. The two of you watched as Danny lifted his shot from the counter, holding it up to you before pouring the tequila into his mouth, and you could feel the breath leave Jake's lips as he spoke in a low whisper. “It would be easier for you to get it over with now, don’t you think.”

“No chance, Jake.”

“Oh come on, Y/n, you’ve already got to do one for saying my name, might as well look at me and make it two.” You could practically hear the cocky grin on his face, and you rolled your eyes before turning to wave the bartender over. 

“Three shots of tequila please.”

His chuckle echoed through your head, and your lips turned up into a smirk as the shots were slid in front of you, and Jake spoke up once again. “Three shots? Getting one to soothe the loss?”

It was your turn to laugh as you pulled one shot towards yourself. “Oh I have no intention of taking all of these.” You slid the second shot towards Jake, and kept your eyes on the two shots ahead of you. 

“You see, this one is for saying your name.” You lifted your first shot, drinking down the tequila as quickly as you could before placing the lime wedge in your mouth and sucking.

“This one is for looking at you.” Jake was wearing a victorious grin when you turned to him, and a confused brow at the cocky smirk on your own face. “But only because I couldn’t resist seeing the look on your face when you realize that this third shot is for you.”

His smile faltered as he recounted the last few minutes of conversation, and you could see the moment it clicked in his head. “I said your name…”

The smirk on your face turned to a full smile as he slowly reached to take the shot. You lifted your own, holding it out for him to tap his glass against. “You did. Now, what is it that Josh says, bajabule?”

He sighed, and the soft clink of your shot glasses could be heard by only the three of you. “Bajabule.”

Rules for the second bar were decided upon on the walk over, ‘truth or drink’ remained, and two more were added;

1. Nose master; the master is chosen upon the arrival at the bar via a game of rock, paper, scissors, the winner is the nose master. As the master you can put your finger to your nose at any time while at the bar. If you see the master with their finger on their nose, you do it too, the last person to notice has to drink. The loser then becomes the nose master.

2. All drinks must be held with the players 'weaker' hand, meaning if they are right handed, they must only lift their drinks with their left hand, and vice versa. If you are caught with your drink in your dominant hand, you drink. 

You had won the game, somehow getting lucky enough to play rock as both Jake and Danny played scissors. 

The three of you made yourselves comfortable in a booth near the back of the pub, chatting and sipping away at your drinks as the music, which you all agreed was mediocre, played on in the background. 

It took less than half an hour before Jake was on the verge of pissing himself, having avoided going to the bathroom for pretty much the entire time you had been out. He made a comment about getting another round of drinks for all of you on his way back before making a b-line for the bathroom. You and Danny thanked him, and fell into a comfortable silence, during which he pulled out the nearly empty water bottle from your bag, and you watched as he tipped his head back, drinking what was left of the liquid and leaving his neck and jaw completely exposed to you. 

You tried (barely) to contain yourself, but your body moved faster than your thoughts, and before you knew what you were doing, your lips were pressed to the curve of his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin. He choked a bit on the water as you leaned back into the cushioning of the booth, looking ahead of you with a crimson blush heating up your cheeks. When you finally looked over at him, he was already staring back at you, an eyebrow raised and that same miniscule smirk you had seen earlier peeking through once again. “Sorry… couldn’t help myself.”

He placed the water bottle back on the seat next to him, and lifted his now free hand to lift your chin, forcing your gaze to lock with his. “No need to apologize, Y/n.”

His stare was deep, as if he were searching through your every thought. You took that as an opportunity to gently place your hand on his thigh, letting your fingers splay as you trailed your touch against the now tense muscle beneath them. You watched as his eyes quickly flickered down to your hand before locking with your own once again, a mild look of warning crossing his face. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol flowing through you, or the muscle memory taking over, but your hand continued to brush along his leg, your fingers just barely slipping beneath the hem of his shorts before his fingers wrapped around your wrist, and his jaw clenched. 

“Watch it, sweetheart, or when I get you alone I’ll have you warming daddy’s cock all night long.” Danny watched as a look of minor shock crossed your face, and your hand went limp in his grasp. His fingers released your wrist from their hold, and you slowly pulled your hand back into your lap. “That’s a good girl.”

Danny’s eyes wandered to his drink, and yours scanned the bar, only to find Jake leaning against the bar with a knowing smirk on his face as he stared back at your flustered appearance. You watched as he slowly lifted his finger to his nose, tapping it gently before looking over at Danny. Your gaze followed his, finding Danny staring down at his phone. When you looked back up, Jake was walking over with your drinks, and you lifted your hand, placing your finger on your nose. Jake followed close behind, placing one of the drinks on the table before placing his finger on his nose and setting down the other two drinks. 

Danny’s eyes lifted from his phone when he heard the clink of the glasses on the wooden table, immediately seeing both you and Jake with your fingers on your noses. “Motherfuckers…” 

He reached for his drink, and took a large swig, shooting daggers at the two of you the entire time. There was a moment of quiet between the three of you, but as you reached for your drink, you could feel both of their eyes on you… more specifically, on the hand that was reaching for the glass. You realized just before your fingers touched the glass that it was your dominant hand, and quickly pulled it back, switching it for your weaker hand and lifting the glass. “You two are like fucking vultures.”

The third bar was louder than the last, and had more people, so as Danny led the way, Jake remained as closely behind you as he could. You were going over the rules for the bar in your head in a desperate attempt to remember what you could and couldn’t do. On the walk over the three of you decided on these.

1. Nose master; continuing the original rules, the last person to become nose master at the previous bar remains the nose master until their round is played, then the player that drinks becomes the master.

2. Staring contest; if any player catches the gaze of another player, a staring contest begins. The first player to blink, or break the eye contact loses, and must finish their drink

3. Truth or drink; the rules remain mostly the same as the last two bars, with one change, if you choose not to answer the question, instead of taking a drink, you must finish whatever you have in your glass.

The issue with losing yourself in your thoughts, especially when intoxicated, is the lack of spatial awareness. So when Danny stopped at the bar, it took Jake’s arm wrapping around you to stop you from running directly into him. Instead you were pulled against Jake as someone tried to squeeze between you and Danny, and someone else bumped into Jake’s back. Your body turned slightly, as did your head, and you locked eyes with Jake. The moment it clicked for the both of you that you were now locked into one of the rules of the game, a smirk formed on his lips. 

You knew all too well what Jake was like when he got drunk. Buried deep in your subconscious was a collection of memories; like the way his voice slowly lowered until it was raspy and addictive to the ear, or how his touch would tread the line between friendly and flirty, lingering just a beat too long to forget about, and his eyes… his deep brown eyes, the way they became almost drowsy, no matter how much energy remained in his body, and he would stare at you, giving you his full attention as you spoke.

It was the same stare you were locked into at that moment, fighting to keep yourself from looking away as a blush warmed your skin at the contact of his hand on your waist. You refused to be the one to break, and it seemed Jake had the same determination, keeping his eyes locked with yours as his hand slid along your side until it came to rest at your hip, his finger hooking into the belt loop on your shorts. “Hi.”

A smile grew on your lips, and just above the music Jake could hear your voice. “Hi.”

The two of you stood there in silence for a few seconds before you spoke up again. “Wanna make this a double drinking game?”

“How so?”

“Truth or drink?”

He smiled, keeping his eyes trained on yours as he nodded his head. “Ask away.”

Your smile widened, and you took a second to think about a question. “Is there a sex scene from a movie or tv show that you have wanted to recreate?”

He smirked, nodding once again. “Of course.”

“Well.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “What movie?”

You could feel the hand he had on your hip shift a bit as he continued to stare at you. “Have you seen ‘Sleeping with Other People’?” 

“Yes?” The word was drawn out as it flowed from you.

“Then you know what happens in the movie.”

“Well, yeah, but there’s quite a few sex scenes in that movie.”

“There is, and I’ll leave it up to that dirty little imagination of yours to wonder which one I’d want to recreate.” The smirk on his face was cocky as he teased you, and his fingers played with the hem of your tee shirt. 

“Are you two just going to stand there all night, or can we find a spot to sit down?” There was a hint of something in Danny’s tone as he spoke, and it seemed he wasn’t pleased at that moment. 

“Well, Danny.” Jake started, giving you a quick smile before turning his gaze to Danny. “Y/n and I were in the middle of a fairly intense staring contest, which I have now lost. So why don’t you two go find a table, and I will go get myself a shot.”

You could feel Danny’s eyes on you from the moment the two of you turned to find somewhere to sit. His hand found the small of your back as you made your way through the crowd. You came to a halt at a small bar table, and Danny pulled a seat out for you, waiting until you were sitting on the tall stool before pushing it toward the table. His grip remained on the edge of the chair, his thumbs brushing against the outside of your thighs as he leaned closer to you. “Truth or drink. Is there anyone in this bar that you would sleep with at this very moment.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from you, and you kept your eyes on the drink in front of you. Slowly, you lifted the cup to your lips, your bottom lip meeting the cool glass as you spoke. “No comment.”

But Danny caught the flicker of your eyes.

He saw your gaze lock on Jake as he collected the drinks he had been served and thanked the bartender.

As Danny distanced himself from you, he realized that you had finished all the liquid in your glass, and your attention turned to him briefly before being interrupted by Jake's reappearance. A smile appeared on your face as he placed his drinks, and a few extra, on the table. “Welcome back, hey, keep Danny company for a few. I’m gonna go pee and get another drink.”

“Don’t worry about the drink, I got…” He turned, watching as you walked away, paying no mind to the words he was speaking. “Extras…”

Danny and Jake both sat on their respective stools, switching between staring at the other people in the bar, or staring at their glasses, in silence either way. Until Jake finally sighed, and spoke up. “So… how are you feeling about all this?”

Jake awaited a response for a few beats, and all he got in return was a very confused look on Danny’s face. “Y/n is being quite flirty tonight, I figured you’d be feeling something considering the two of you have a… thing.”

The confusion dropped from Danny’s face. “We don’t have a thing…” He watched the look on Jake’s face change, and he could practically hear his voice in his head saying ‘you’re really gonna lie to me now?’

“Okay, we’ve been sleeping together for a little while.” Danny bit his tongue in an effort not to overshare, but the look on Jake’s face urged him to continue. “But we’re not exclusive, and we haven’t discussed it in a while.”

Jake hummed, his focus drifting momentarily as he tried to work out a response to Danny, who sat opposite to him, chewing the inside of his lip. “Okay… so I guess my question to you is this. Are you comfortable having her sleep with your friend? If not, I won’t touch the subject.”

Jake paused for a moment, letting Danny process what he was saying as he took a sip of his drink. “Alternatively, she had mentioned something in passing while you were off taking a piss on our way to this bar, might be more in your ballpark.”

Danny’s curiosity perked up, and as you sat at the bar ordering your drink, he listened to Jake's proposition. When you turned away from the bar, you were startled to see Danny standing directly behind you, already staring at you. Your whole body flinched, causing a large drop of your drink to fall from the glass onto the floor. “Fuck, Danny! You scared the shit out of me.”

He chuckled, his hands lifting to your elbows to help you stabilize yourself. “Sorry… uh… is it true that you’ve been dreaming about me and Jake?”

He watched the blood rush to your face and chest, painting you in a crimson hue, and when you attempted to avoid his gaze, two of his fingers lifted to your chin, holding you to look him in the eyes. You slowly nodded your head, chewing on your lip as he continued to stare at you, licking his own lips as they turned up into a small smirk. “At the same time?”

You nodded again, stuck watching as he gazed at you with a look that you couldn’t quite read. 

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” When all you did was nod at him again, he lifted his thumb to your lips, slowly dragging it down, pulling your bottom lip down with it. Your eyelids had fluttered shut, and a small sigh fell from your lips as he used his other hand to pull you closer to him. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Danny.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you opened your eyes, your gaze quickly locking with Danny’s. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

Jake was already searching for an Uber for the three of you as you and Danny returned to the table, and the tension suddenly felt more present. As you stood in the open space next to Jake’s chair, each of you finishing the drinks you had left while you awaited the arrival of your ride, you could feel Jake’s fingers ghosting over the back of your legs, causing trails of goosebumps to rise in their path. 

The car ride to your apartment was equal parts better and worse. You got more impatient the longer you felt Jake's fingers gently grasping at the flesh of your thigh, or the way Danny’s fingers danced with your own. 

Twenty minutes had never felt so long. 

Danny could only watch you fumble with your keys for so long before he gently coaxed them from your hand, unlocking the door and opening it for you to walk in ahead of him. Both Danny and Jake had been in your apartment before, but you could see the difference in their comfort levels. As Danny casually kicked off his shoes and sauntered into the kitchen, Jake slowly closed the door behind him, sliding off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket. You sat on the bench next to your front door and bent down to untie your shoes. The movement pressed your belt into your stomach, pulling a hushed hiss from you that Jake just barely heard over the loud proclamation Danny called out when he found your cat, Samson. 

As you fought with the tangled knot of your shoe, you noticed a pair of feet stop a few inches from your own, and as you looked up at Jake, he kneeled down. When your eyes met with his own, his lips curled into a warm smile, and he quickly looked down, untying the knots in your laces and pulling the shoes from your feet. Only once they were both off and placed to the side did Jake look back up at you. 

Your eyes followed him as he lifted from his kneeling position in front of you. As he looked down at you, he gently placed his hands on your cheeks and leaned down until you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “You really are beautiful, have I ever told you that?”

Slowly, you shook your head, and your lips parted just enough for a single word to escape. “Jake.”

His lips turned from his usual grin to a pleased smirk as he noticed the change in your breathing. “Yes, Y/n?”

“Kiss me.”

His smirk deepened, and he closed the distance between you, stopping when his lips brushed your own. “Since you asked so nicely.”

You were never sure what it would be like to kiss Jake, but you were pleasantly surprised, as his lips connected with yours, that his kiss mirrored his warm disposition. You couldn’t help but melt into him, letting his hands do the work of keeping your head up. 

There was no air left in your lungs when he pulled away, leaving you breathless as he straightened himself out. He didn’t look much different from you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took. Jake helped you up off of the bench, and kept his hand wrapped around your own as he led you toward your bedroom. 

Your eyes drifted around the corner as you passed the kitchen, watching for a moment as Danny continued to stand in front of your fridge petting Samson, who was lounging in his bed at the top, before attention was pulled back to Jake, who had gently tugged on your hand. 

Jake made his way into your room, turning to you as your hand slipped from his, and he quickly raised a curious brow at the mischievous look on your face. You made a slight shooing motion with one hand, and the other reached for your doorknob. “You’re welcome to sit on my bed, I’ll join you in a minute.”

He continued to give you a questioning look as he shuffled over to your bed, and as you turned your back to him, he made himself comfortable leaning back against the headboard. He watched as you poked your head through the now narrow crack between your bedroom door and its frame. “Oh Danny, better get here quick before Jake gets me all to himself in here.”

You could hear Danny turn and begin walking toward your room, waiting until he turned the corner and locked his eyes on you to shoot him a quick wink and close the door behind you, locking it before he had the chance to stop you. 

The doorknob turned as you stepped further into your bedroom, slipping into your closet and quickly stripping out of the clothes you had been wearing all night, changing instead into an oversized tee shirt. When the door didn’t open, you could hear Danny groan. “Come on, Y/n. Open the door.”

You turned briefly to Jake, a wicked grin on your lips for only a moment before you turned back to the door, unlocking it and putting on your most innocent expression as you opened it. Danny stood on the other side of the door, already staring at the spot he was expecting you to be in, and you watched as his eyebrow cocked at your change of appearance. “Hiya, Danny. Funny seeing you here.”

Danny’s jaw clenched, but you watched his lips curl into a grin as wicked as the one you had shown Jake. He stepped forward, quickly lifting you off of the ground and taking a few steps into the bedroom before tossing you onto your bed. “Fair warning, Jake…” You could feel the dip in the mattress as you sat up, not from your own weight, but from Danny shuffling up behind you. “She can be a bit of a brat sometimes.”

Jake was already looking back at you when your eyes lifted to look at him, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Is that so?”

You could feel the heat of Danny’s breath as his lips ghosted along your shoulder, and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding at Jake as Danny’s lips trailed to the spot behind your ear, kissing the spot that always makes your spine tingle. “You wanna prove you can listen, sweetheart?”

When all you do in response is nod again, you feel his teeth nip lightly at your skin. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Danny.” He can’t see the playful roll of your eyes, but Jake catches it, and does the same. “Let me prove I can listen.”

His hands teased at the hem of your tee shirt, running along the curve of your hips, lifting the fabric until he could feel the lace of your bra, then dropping it. He did this repeatedly until you finally let out an impatient sigh. “Just take it off, Danny.”

His movements stopped, leaving his hands resting on your hips. “Why should I?”

You knew what he was looking for, all he wanted was for you to say please, to ‘make it sound pretty’ as he had said during one of your past hookups. Your eyes were locked on Jake’s, and he watched as the wicked little smirk returned to your lips. “Because I really want to show Jakey my lingerie, I know he’s got a thing for it.”

Danny’s hands twitched against your skin, tightening for a moment. “Can you ask nicely?”

“Please, Danny.” You leaned back, resting against his chest and tilting your head back until your lips were against the shell of his ear. “Take off my shirt so that Jake can stare at my tits.”

“Can I do more than stare?”

Both your eyes, and Danny’s drifted to Jake, somewhat awkwardly sitting at the head of your bed, rubbing his hands over his jean covered thighs. You broke into a grin and straightened yourself out. “Depends… will you take my shirt off? ‘Cause it doesn’t seem like Danny wants to.”

Jake's eyes flickered away from yours for only a moment, but when he looked back at you, you felt Danny tug on the fabric of your shirt, lifting it up until you had to raise your arms to assist in its removal. 

A low whistle came from Jake’s lips as you dropped your hands back to your sides. He held out a hand to you, and watched as you shuffled forward, placing your hand in his. The smile on his face was contagious as he studied all that had been revealed to him. You could feel Danny’s hands drop from your hips as you moved closer to Jake, and as soon as you were close enough, you leaned forward to brush your lips against the shell of his ear. “You remember what I asked you earlier, Jake?”

You pulled away just enough to see his adam's apple bob and his lips parted. “The uh… the movie thing?”

You nodded, and lifted your hand to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath your palm. “You gonna show me which scene it is now?”

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, and simply stared at you in awe for a moment before nodding. “Gonna need you to turn around for me, gorgeous.”

Your eyes remained on him as you slowly turned away from him, and he slid off the bed, already fumbling with the button of his jeans. Once they were on the floor, he kneeled on the bed, shuffling himself behind you. Your eyes had drifted to Danny, and he watched as your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of Jake's hands ghosting up your arms. He brushed the hair from your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck before brushing them up your throat, stopping when he could feel the delicate skin of your ear beneath his lips. “Hands and knees.”

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling with every desperate breath, and he had barely even touched you. Slowly, you leaned forward, planting your hands a few inches from where Danny was sitting, glancing up at him as Jake’s hands found your hips. You were dragged back a bit, a small gasp falling from between your lips as your ass came in contact with the cotton of his boxers. He was hard, and the two layers of fabric between you left very little to the imagination. 

One of Jake's hands drifted from your hip, running over the swell of your ass before dipping between your thighs. A low hum rumbled from his chest as he ran his fingers along your lace covered slit, feeling the build up of arousal that the two of them had caused. “So wet already, doll, and we’ve barely even touched you.”

His middle finger hooked around the lace, slipping them to the side and sweeping his knuckle over the newly bare skin. The subtle touch alone had small whimpers falling from you. Slowly, you felt the tips of his middle and ring fingers teasing at your entrance. He made sure the digits were completely coated in your slick before slipping them forward, taunting you with their barely-there touch over your clit. 

Your head lifted, and with it your eyes drifted up to Danny’s face. He was already looking down at you, a pleased little grin adorning his face. The movement caught Jake’s attention, and as you and Danny locked eyes, Jake moved his fingers, beginning to slowly sink them into you, causing you to lurch forward and reach for Danny with one of your hands. 

The rhythm Jake had chosen was addictive, drawing you closer as one hand gripped the sheets, and the other found purchase on Danny’s thigh. Danny lifted a hand to your face, his palm against your cheek as his other hand wrapped around your own. You watched as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, using his hand to drag yours over his fabric covered cock. 

You were treading the line, getting closer and closer to release with every sweep of Jake’s fingers inside of you, and he could tell. “Squeezing me so tight, baby. You getting close?”

You kept your eyes on Danny as you slowly nodded. “Yes, Jake… so fucking close.”

His fingers slipped out of you, earning a disappointed groan from you. You turned as best as you could, watching as the hand Jake had been using to pleasure you, was pulling at the band of his boxers, lowering them just enough for him to pull his cock out. He caught you staring, and a cocky grin overtook his lips, watching as you chewed on your bottom lip. 

It was divine, the breathy moan that cascaded from Jake’s lips as he ran the tip of his cock along your slit, coating himself in you. He could feel the buck of your hips as he teased the tip over your clit, before trailing it up to your entrance. The pressure of him pushing just the tip into you was driving you crazy, and desperately you turned to him, giving him your most pleading expression. “Please, Jake. I want it all, fuck me… please.”

He was bigger than you expected. No matter how many of his exes you had talked to, or how many nights you couldn’t help but imagine it, none of that compared to the exquisite stretch you felt as he inched his cock into you. 

“Fuck, Jake. Feels so good.” Both of your hands tightened their grip as you moaned at the feeling of Jake fully pressed into you, his hips brushing the skin of your ass. You could hear the quiet huff that Danny released, and quickly realized that your hand was still pressed against his confined erection. 

Jake began to slowly pull himself out, inching away from you until only the head of his cock remained inside, before thrusting back into you, slowly beginning to build a rhythm. “I know, baby. You feel fucking phenomenal.”

Your focus was divided, feeling the electric pleasure shooting through you as Jake fucked you, and palming Danny over his shorts, watching as his eyes were borderline closed, remaining only open enough to watch your face twist in pleasure. Your hand moved, drifting to the button of Danny’s shorts and popping it open before slowly dragging the zipper down, revealing the soft, black fabric of his boxers. 

Your own movements distracted you from Jake’s, and as you went to dip your hand into Danny’s boxers, Jake's arm wrapped around your torso. He pulled you from the mattress, pressing your back into his chest as he continued to rock his hips into yours. Danny was wearing a pleasantly surprised expression when he looked up at you, stretched against Jake's body as the hand he had used to lift you gripped your hip, and the other trailed at an excruciatingly slow pace up your body. 

Your eyes were still on Danny, watching as he sat there with his pants unbuttoned, still fully clothed, staring at you. “Danny.”

His smile widened at the sound of your already fucked out voice saying his name. “Yes, sweetheart?”

Despite the situation you were in, Danny's use of the soft nickname brought a warm blush to your chest and face. “Can you take off your shirt please?”

He chuckled lightly at the polite request, but quickly reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it onto the floor of your bedroom. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him. The hooks of your bralette were undone by Jake as your attention remained on Danny, but Danny caught the movement, he watched as Jake gently pushed the straps from over your shoulders and pulled the small article of clothing from your warm skin. 

A particularly hard thrust from Jake had your head lulling back onto his shoulder, his name tumbling from your lips in a breathy gasp. The tingle of his touch traveled from between your tits until his palm rested against the skin of your throat, his fingers pressing lightly against your jaw to keep your head back as his lips brushed against your ear. “Danny looks like he wants to devour you, baby.”

You can't help the giggle that bubbles from you. “Let him. He knows I love the feeling of his mouth on my body.”

The feeling of Danny's tongue running in the valley between your breasts drew a long moan from you. Your body leaned into the warmth of his mouth on you, kissing across the tops of each breast before wrapping his lips around one nipple, and toying with the other between his fingers. Your hands reached for each of the men attached to you, one stretching behind you to entangle your fingers in Jake's hair, as the other roamed Danny’s torso, finally teasing past the band of his boxers and feeling the weight of his cock in your palm. 

“You remember this part of the movie, gorgeous?” His voice was teasing as he slowed his thrusts, putting purpose behind each roll of his hips. 

“Don’t think it went exactly like this, Jake.”

You could feel the rumble of his chest as he chuckled, and his grip on your hip tightened for a moment. “Well, there’s alway room for improvement, right?”

“Agreed.”

“There is one thing though…” The hand he had resting on your hip swept across your navel, his middle and ring fingers ghosting over your clit as his words drifted from his lips directly into your ear. “What was it that she said in that scene?”

You let out a breathy laugh at that, and as you felt the pressure of his fingers against your clit, you tilted your head, leaving only millimeters between your lips and Jakes. “Be rude to it.”

His hips stuttered as the words left your lips, and even Danny bucked into your hand, but you had no time to revel in the feeling before Jake's fingers began to work at the bundle of nerves between your legs. 

It was overwhelming, the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through your body at the touch of these men. You lost yourself in the feeling as you gave into your orgasm. You were no longer holding yourself up, instead being held up by Jake's grasp around your hip, and Danny’s head on your chest. 

Jake’s hips slowed, but never stopped as he worked you through the high, and both hands moved to support your hips. His head dropped to your shoulder, peppering kisses along your shoulder. “I’m so close, where… uh… where do you want me?”

You giggled, a bright sound to break the moaning and breathing that had overtaken the room. Both of your hands moved to Danny’s shoulders to hold yourself up. “Danny, can you scooch back for me please.”

Danny nodded, moving back enough for you to arch your back, and you simply turned to look at Jake. “Make a mess of me, Jake.”

You watched as his eyes rolled back, and his bottom lip was drawn between his teeth as he slowly pulled himself out of you. It was a bit straining on your neck, but you couldn’t look away as he ran his hand along his cock, setting a pace that had him painting your lower back with his cum within a few moments. You hummed at the feeling, leaning your weight on Danny as Jake fell back against your headboard, his chest heaving as he came down. 

You turned, looking at Danny with a soft, fucked out smile, and found that he was already looking at you. He kept one hand on your waist, helping to hold you up as the other lifted to your face, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. 

The little moment you were sharing was interrupted when you felt a piece of cloth against your back, and the two of you turned your attention to Jake, who had picked up the ratty tee shirt you had been wearing off of the floor to wipe his cum from your skin. He had put his jeans back on, and when he finished cleaning you off, he tossed the shirt into your hamper. “I think I’m gonna… head out.”

His words had you fully turning to look at him. “Oh? You can stay, you know? You don't have to leave.”

He smiled, stepping forward to press a kiss to your cheek. “No, I should go. I had fun.” When he stepped away, he tripped over Danny’s shirt, but caught himself, stumbling backward towards the door. “I feel like whatever is about to happen would be better left between just the two of you.”

You and Danny turned to look at each other, and though he remained staring at you, you turned back to Jake after a moment. “Okay… um. Well, if you’re hungry, you’re more than welcome to take a slice of leftover pizza from my fridge on your way out.”

He chuckled, walking through the door frame and out into the hallway. “Thanks, Y/n. I’ll see you guys later.”

You and Danny sat in silence staring at each other, listening to Jake as he walked to the kitchen, took a slice of pizza, and said a brief goodbye to Samson before leaving the apartment. When the sound of the door closing echoed through the apartment, you fell back onto your mattress, turning to look at Danny with a smirk on your lips. “Why are you still wearing pants?”

If you could listen to his laugh for the rest of your life, you would. Danny slid off of your bed, shedding the remainder of his clothing before crawling back onto your bed, and on top of you. The two of you simply stared at each other for a minute, as he slowly lowered himself until his nose was brushing against yours. “Hi.”

The smirk on your lips turned to a full fledged smile. “Hi.”

“So uh… I don’t want to kill the mood, but can we talk real quick?”

“Of course, Danny, what’s up?”

He rolled off of you, landing next to you with a small bounce. “I… um… god, I don’t know how to word this.”

You watched for a while as he floundered, trying to find the right words, before you butt in. “I want that too, Danny.”

He turned to you, with the look of a deer caught in the headlights, opening and closing his mouth a few times before finally speaking. “Really, but… tonight, with Jake.”

You rolled over, entangling one of your legs with his and splaying your hand over his chest. “Tonight was fun, but it’s not what I want. I want you, Danny.”

“Really?”

You giggled, nodding at him. “Of course, I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”

Danny’s smile could light up any darkness you could find yourself in, and he wrapped his hand over the one you had on his chest, pulling it up until his lips pressed against your knuckles. “I have felt the same for longer than I can remember.”

His hand loosened from around yours, and you placed your hand against his cheek, watching as he turned to press a kiss to your palm as his hand trailed along your body, wrapping around the thigh you had thrown over his, and tugging it, pulling you fully on top of him. The sudden movement drew a gasp from your lips, and you watched as his expression turned mischievous. You could feel his erection between you, and slowly rolled your hips over his, effectively coating the length of his cock in your arousal. 

“Not gonna last long, sweetheart, I’ve been worked up all night because of you.” His voice was strained, holding back a moan as you continued to rock your hips against him. 

You snuck your free hand to the space between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his length and lining him up, slowly sinking down on his length and listening to the divine, drawn out moan that came from him as all the pent up tension between the two of you finally came to a head.

To his credit, he lasted longer than either of you thought he would. The both of you were so worked up, and your last orgasm had left you sensitive, so it was no surprise that when your second of the evening rolled through you, Danny was close behind. He released all that he had into you, easing into the mattress beneath him as you relaxed on his chest, both of you remaining in a comfortable silence as you slowly caught your breath.

“Is it bad that I don’t want to get up?”

He chuckled, running his fingers up and down your spine for a couple minutes before responding. “I don’t either, but we should probably clean up before we both pass out.”

“Agreed.”

Neither of you moved, remaining curled up together for another ten-ish minutes before you finally groaned and conceited, sliding off of Danny, and the bed. “Come on, let’s do this. I wanna get cuddled up and go to sleep.”

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Reminder: I am on a posting break for new content until May 23rd so that I can focus on writing WFLT...

In the meantime, please enjoy this third installment of Unwanted: Unusables, or, chapters from the original story that never made it to the final draft. Today, we're looking at an alternate Chapter 7: (what would become) Unburdened. This draft immediately follows the events of yesterday's Unusable.

I ended up scrapping this entire version of the chapter, because I decided to go in a different direction in Chapter 5, so everything had to be redone. But, it has one of my favorite scenes-- Girls' Night, so I'm glad that I could eventually share it with you, besties!

Enjoy!

When you woke up the following morning, you felt lighter than you could remember feeling in a long, long time. It was as if the maelstrom of agitation that had been coursing through you since Bucky first saw Jade's profile had finally abated, and you were waking to the calm following the storm, everything feeling newly cleansed by the rain.

Granted, your head was killing you with a tremendous hangover, but your soul felt lighter, and that's what should count the most, right?

You stretched, reaching out for Bucky, but finding only empty sheets where his body had been the night before. With a frown, you craned your head to see if he was in the bathroom, but no-- the door was open and the room beyond it dark. Against your will, you felt the weight of your insecurities begin to hover over you once again. Perhaps it was time to talk to Tony to see if you could borrow his Dr. FRIDAY therapy program for yourself. You were definitely in need of some kind of professional help.

Drawing your knees up to your chest, you contemplated whether or not you should change out of Bucky's shirt before you trekked back across the hall to your own room so you could mope. The odds of anyone seeing you were slim, since you were still the only two people living on this floor, but there was no guarantee someone wouldn't be around looking for either one of you. You wondered what would have people talking more-- the sight of you in only Bucky's shirt, or you leaving his room in the clothes you'd worn the night before. Not that it really mattered, you supposed. You were fairly confident from the team's reactions at dinner last night that the majority of them knew the two of you were having sex, or at the very least suspected it, anyway.

Before you could make your decision, however, Bucky's door opened and he walked in, carrying a breakfast tray laden with bacon and eggs and an overly-large water bottle.

"You're up," he said, smiling as he closed the door behind him. "I was hoping I'd be back before you woke, but I figured you could use some sustenance for what's probably a major hangover." He slid the tray onto the bed before crawling back in next to you.

"Did you seriously bring me breakfast in bed, Barnes?" you asked, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. That was beyond adorable of him.

"'course I did," he said, picking up a slice of bacon and taking a bite. "Figure your head's got to be killing you, since you never drink that much. Here." He unscrewed the cap from the water bottle and passed it to you. "Electrolytes. Drink up." You took a swig of the lemony-lime flavored Liquid IV he'd prepared for you.

"Thank you," you said. "This is incredibly sweet, but I could have gotten up to get breakfast myself; you didn't have to go to all the trouble."

"I confess, my motives aren't that altruistic," he said, running his tongue over his bottom lip. "I have no intention of letting you get out of this bed at all today, and I figured you should have at least something in your stomach before I launch my nefarious plan." His eyes twinkled with mischievous intent, making your heart flutter in anticipation.

"Your nefarious plan, huh?" Your eyebrow arched in curiosity as you took another bite of bacon, cooked extra crispy, exactly the way you liked. "And what might that be?"

"Well," he started, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper as he leaned closer to you, his breath tickling your ear.

"Since I was an absolute ass and made you feel like shit yesterday, I had hoped I could spend today making you feel good. I could lie and say I planed a day spent snuggled up together watching movies, but in reality I was thinking we could explore the possibility of other more... intimate activities."

A blush crept over your cheeks as you met his gaze. The promise lingering in his icy blue eyes sent a thrill down your spine, making you momentarily forget about the pounding headache. "That sounds...enticing," you admitted. "You have my attention."

"Good," he grinned, his thumb gently brushing against your lower lip. "Because I also remember a promise made to fuck you until you couldn't remember your own name."

The heat that instantaneously flooded your cheeks at his words made you glad you hadn't bothered changing out of his shirt, after all. You tried to play it cool, to match his relaxed nonchalance, even as your heart pounded like a drum within your chest.

"I do seem to recall you saying something to that effect last night, now that you mention it," you said, trying to sound casually thoughtful in spite of the tidal wave of arousal that was rushing throughout your body.

Bucky nodded, the smile on his face growing wider by the second. "Let it never be said that I'm not a man of my word." You turned, leaning in to kiss him, but he pulled away from you. "Nu-uh, doll," he tsked. "You need to hydrate and protein-load first, then I'll ruin you."

"I dunno, Buck," you contemplated as you dug into a forkful of scrambled eggs. "You may have already ruined me. I could get used to this kind of treatment real fast."

"Sweetheart, if one breakfast in bed has ruined you, you've been spending all your time with the wrong kind of man," he drawled.

"Well, I think we both know that's the understatement of the year," you laughed.

Bucky chuckled, a hearty sound that reverberated through the room and eased any lingering insecurities that had arisen when you woke up alone. He was right; you were spending time with the right kind of man now. You turned to find him watching you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was gentle, sweet, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

You found yourself blushing again, quickly turning your attention back to the breakfast tray in an attempt to hide it. "Says the man who looks like he fell straight off a GQ cover," you teased lightly.

Even though his smile never wavered, there was a depth to his gaze that made your heart race. "Noticed that, did you?" He asked, his tone teasing as he took another bite of his bacon.

It was your turn to chuckle now, the sound soft and full of warmth. "Maybe once or twice," you said with a shrug.

"I ever tell you you make make grateful I fell off that train?"

Your heart momentarily stopped at his words. You looked at him, really looked, and saw the sincerity in his eyes. His tone was so casual, as if he were commenting on the weather, but the weight of his words were monumental.

"What?" you managed to gasp out, completely thrown off balance, breakfast momentarily forgotten.

He chuckled softly at your bewilderment, his fingers reaching out to gently caress your face. "I shoulda been dead long before you were ever even born, doll. Fallin' off that train, becoming the Winter Soldier, it was hell, but if it'd hadn't happened, I never would of gotten to meet you. That's made it all worth it."

You stammered, trying to find words that could match the intensity of the moment. "Bucky... That's..."

"True," he finished for you, his gaze steady on yours. "You are my silver lining, sweetheart. The best thing this twisted life has given me."

Your eyes filled with tears at his heartfelt admission. This was Bucky - raw and open-hearted - sharing something profoundly personal with you.

"Bucky... I..." You struggled to form a sentence that could properly encapsulate how you felt in the moment, so instead, you took the breakfast tray and put it up on the bedside table. Turning back to face him, his expression curious, you cupped his cheek in the palm of your hand. If you couldn't tell him what his words meant to you, you'd show him.

"I think I'm done with breakfast," you whispered, pulling him in for a kiss.

His lips moved against yours with devastating slowness. There was nothing rushed or fevered about the kiss, but it was no less all-consuming.

He responded immediately, drawing you closer and wrapping his arms around your waist and maneuvering you until you straddled his lap. His large hands roamed along the curve of your lower back, pulling you against him until there was no space left. The contact made your head spin and your body heat up in places that made you shudder with anticipation.

His taste was as delicious as his touch; a combination of coffee, bacon, and something distinctly Bucky that made your senses reel. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours in an intimate dance that left you breathless and wanting more.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel every hard line and muscle of Bucky's torso pressed against your own. His heart pounded in sync with yours, the rhythm picking up as the kiss escalated from sweet to passionate. The sensation made you dizzy with longing.

You reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly at the strands. A low growl rumbled from Bucky's chest at the action, sending a thrill of lust coursing through you. His response was immediate, his lips leaving yours to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, making you gasp in pleasure.

"You're mine," he said, his voice a primal growl that echoed in the otherwise silent room. His possessiveness was as thrilling as it was unexpected. You nodded, unable to form words as desire clouded your mind.

"Yours," you managed to gasp out, the word coming out as a half-sigh, half-moan as Bucky's fingers danced down the length of your back, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.

His hands moved with a purpose, tracing paths of fire along your skin. Every touch was measured and precise - he knew exactly what he was doing and how it affected you.

It was almost too much to bear - this closeness, the intimacy of his words. It was overwhelming and wonderful all at once. Bucky's touch was like an incantation, a spell that had you completely entranced.

The world narrowed down to just the two of you. The crisp sheets beneath you, the cool morning air filling the room, everything felt insignificant compared to the heat radiating from Bucky's touch, from his gaze. You were lost in him, and it was a sensation you never wanted to quit.

His fingers dipped lower, trailing up the hem of the shirt you wore. A shiver coursed through your body as his cold metal digits met the warm bare skin of your stomach. You gasped audibly, your back arching slightly.

"Sensitive?" Bucky teased, a smirk playing on his lips. His fingers continued their tantalizing exploration, circling around your navel before moving upward.

"You have no idea," you managed to breathe out between gasps. Every nerve ending was on fire, your senses heightened by Bucky's seductive touch. His fingers traced a path up your body, fingertips lightly grazing the underside of your breasts. You bit your lower lip, stifling a moan. Bucky noticed, his ocean blue eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrored your own.

"Good," he murmured, leaning down to press his lips to yours once more. This kiss was different, though - more demanding, more intense. He claimed your mouth with a burning passion that left you breathless and craving more.

His metal hand moved from your stomach to cup your breast through the thin fabric of the shirt. His touch was electrifying; every stroke sent shock waves coursing through you straight to your core. You moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch.

Bucky pulled away slightly, his gaze sliding down to where his hand was on you. "You like this?" he asked in a low, husky voice.

"So fucking much," you admitted, reaching up to grasp the back of his neck and pull him back down to your lips. You kissed him with abandon, pouring all the pent-up desire you had been feeling into the action. His groan of pleasure was muffled by your mouth, further stoking the flames of your desire.

His hand kept up its unhurried exploration, fingers finding a hard nipple through the shirt, brushing over it in slow circles. The sensation made you whimper, pulling away from his lips to gasp for breath.

His eyes were filled with a wicked gleam as he took you in, his gaze heated and full of desire. It made your heart beat faster and your body ache with need. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than to melt into him completely.

"Bucky," you whispered, the sound coming out as a high-pitched plea. His touch was driving you wild, making it difficult for you to think straight.

"Hmm?" His voice was rough with desire, his breath fanning across your face.

"I... I need..." you trailed off, unsure of how to put your needs into words. You've never wanted someone this much; it was disorienting.

His lips curled up into a smirk again, understanding flashing in his blue eyes. "I know what you need, doll," he murmured against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His hand slipped underneath your shirt, skin on skin contact causing you to gasp out loud. His touch was demanding, taking and giving pleasure in equal measure.

His fingers traced the contours of your body, causing your nerves to sing with exhilaration. Playing your body like an instrument he'd long ago mastered. He skillfully made his way to the apex of your legs, his fingers just ghosting over the sensitive skin there.

"Does this feel good?" he asked in a low growl, his voice rough with need. His fingers dipped lower, hooking into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down slightly.

Your heart pounded in anticipation as you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak as desire coursed through your veins. His eyes never left yours - an intense gaze filled with passion and unspoken promises.

His hand moved lower still, slipping beneath your waistband. A breathy moan slipped past your lips as his fingers touched you where you wanted him most.

His fingers were cool against your heated skin, and the contrast sent sparks through your body. You couldn't help but shift against his touch, seeking more.

"Bucky," you whispered again, this time in a desperate plea. His smirk widened at your response to his touch as he rubbed slow circles around your most sensitive area. You reached down to wrap your fingers around his wrist as he teased you. He watched you carefully, taking in your every reaction and using it to heighten your pleasure.

"You're so beautiful like this," he said in a low murmur, his voice filled with raw need that caused your pulse to flutter. He continued his slow exploration, dipping a single metal digit into your heat, causing you to gasp at the intrusion.

"Yes... Bucky," you stammered out, your voice barely above a whisper. The slow stretch of his finger inside of you sent fire shooting through every nerve ending. Each stroke of his hand was perfectly orchestrated as if to bring you the greatest amount of pleasure possible.

"Shh, I got you, doll," he reassured you, his voice low and thick with wanting. His pace didn’t quicken; instead he kept a slow, torturous rhythm that had you squirming.

You could feel the tension building within you, spiraling up from the pit of your stomach. The pressure increased with every skilled stroke of Bucky’s fingers until you felt like you were on the edge of something monumental. Your breath hitched, and your grip on his shoulders tightened to the point where you were sure it would leave marks.

You wanted to look at him, wanted to see his face as he watched you unravel under his touch, but your eyes were squeezed shut, the tension mounting within you too intense to bear otherwise.

"Look at me," Bucky commanded huskily, his voice sending shivers down your spine. You obeyed instantly, forcing your eyes open to meet his dark blue gaze. The raw desire there took your breath away. "That's it," he murmured approvingly, his fingers continued their exploration, every touch igniting a flame that threatened to consume you completely.

"I want you to come for me," he growled, pressing harder against the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core. You whimpered at his words, the knot in your stomach tightening further. His command added another layer of intensity to the already building climax.

Your body tensed and you gasped audibly as waves of euphoria crashed over you. Your mind went blank and your vision blurred as the orgasm hit you with full force. All you were aware of was Bucky; his intense gaze, his fingers relentlessly driving you through your climax, and his voice murmuring words of encouragement.

"Good girl... that's it. Let go," he coaxed, his rough voice a thread anchoring you in the storm. As the tremors began to recede, he slowed his movements, easing you through the aftershocks.

Your senses slowly returned, and you were left gasping for breath, your heart pounding wildly. You were still clutching his arm, your grip loose now but no less desperate. His touch was intoxicating, a heady mix of pleasure and need that left you craving more.

Bucky eased his hand away from your core. His gaze was steady on your face, watching as you tried to regain your bearings. His eyes softened as he took in your flushed face and disheveled hair.

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arm securely around your trembling form as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. There was a tenderness in this gesture that moved you deeply, causing tears to pool in your eyes.

"Bucky..." you murmured, turning your face further into his chest. He hummed a quiet acknowledgement in response, his fingers beginning to draw soothing patterns on your back.

"Yes, doll?" His voice was still rough, but the edge of raw need had smoothed out. Now it was gentle and filled with warmth and affection that had not been so evident before.

"You...you're..." You found it difficult to articulate what you were feeling right then. It was overwhelming - the intense euphoria from the pleasure he'd given you combined with the burgeoning emotions that threatened to spill over.

He seemed to understand regardless. "I know," he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. "I know."

There was an unspoken agreement between you both then; an agreement that this casual arrangement you had entered into all those months ago had transcended into something far deeper, far more meaningful, than either one of you had ever anticipated.

You sat together in silence for a while, foreheads pressed against each other as you regained your composure, breathing in each other's breath. When your limbs had finally stopped shaking and your pulse had evened out, you met his gaze.

"Buck, we have a problem," you murmured, sliding your cheek against his, the rough stubble tantalizing against your skin.

He nuzzled into your face. "What's that, doll?"

You pulled back to look him in the eye, a wicked glint in your gaze. "I seem to still be able to remember my name."

He reached for the hem of the shirt you'd borrowed and pulled it up over your head and tossed it to the floor. "Honey, I haven't even begun to fuck you yet." With a wolfish grin, Bucky picked you up and maneuvered you so that you were lying on your back, his form hovering above you. His drew his head down to your breast, taking it into his mouth and sucking long and hard on your nipple.

"Oh, fuck, Bucky," you moaned, arching your back and pressing your chest further into his eager mouth. He devoured you like a man starving.

You lost yourself to the sensation as he continued his ministrations, and it wasn't long before he had once again reduced you to a whimpering mess. Time itself lost all meaning as he brought you over the edge over and over and over again. Finally, after what seemed like hours, you were sobbing with over-stimulation and the sheer intensity of what you felt for him.

After he'd finished inside of you for the second time, Bucky leaned over you, planting feather-light kisses along the planes of your face. "What's your name, doll?" he asked, voice husky.

You tried to answer, but no coherent thought would come to you; all you could do was pant as you tried to focus and re-center yourself.

He had done it. The man had fucked you until you'd forgotten your own name.

And you absolutely loved him for it.

*

The days that followed were some of the very best of your entire life. If you weren't training or working (well, okay, plenty of times when you were working), Bucky had you on your back. Or bent over a desk, or up against a wall, or down on all fours. Several times, he had sat you on his face, your hands gripping on to the headboard for dear life as his tongued probed as deeply into your cunt as he could get it. You had fucked in so many positions, in so many places, you were sure the entire Tower knew what you were doing. Not that you cared; you were head over heals in love with the man, and you were fairly confident he felt the same about you.

It was just that neither one of you had actually spoken the words.

So secure were you in this new connection with Bucky that it didn't even phase you when Tony announced one afternoon that Jade Carthage had officially accepted a three-month probationary appointment with the Avengers, and would be moving into the Tower in just a few days time.

"Okay, Pocket, what gives?" Nat asked you. Girls' Night had come around again, and the two of you, along Wanda, were set up in the common room, working your way through two large pizzas and a couple of orders of mozzarella sticks. Pepper was unfortunately on the West Coast, away on some official Stark Industries CEO business. "Tony announces Jade's imminent arrival and you don't even blink."

You shrugged your shoulders as you popped half a mozzarella stick into your mouth. "I'm not worried about her anymore," you told them. "I mean, I still don't like her, and we're not going to be best friends, but Bucky and I are in a good place." You paused and gave them a knowing look. "A really good place."

"So you are sleeping together!" Wanda leaned back, lifting her feet off the floor and kicking them in delight. You ducked your head, trying to stifle the smile and hide the blush that bloomed across your face. "Okay, I have so many questions! First of all, how long has this been going on? Second, what' it like? You know, his..." she tiled her eyes down. "Third, how is it? It's got to be so good, right? I mean, look at him!"

"Slow down!" you laughed. "God, Wands, should we change your name from Scarlet Witch to the Sokovian Horndog? Cause damn, girl!"

It was Wanda's turn to blush. "I'm sorry; I've just wanted this for you for so long, I can't stand it!" She stood up and threw herself at you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug, which you gladly reciprocated.

"Thanks, sweetie," you said with a laugh.

"Thanks later, answers now," she told you, pulling back from you to lean against the arm of the couch.

"Oh, I got this," Nat said, grin plastered across her face. "Let's see... One: four months, since the night he got back from his first mission. Two: She's called him Magic Dick, to his face. And three: Sometimes, when they're done, she can't even walk." She turned to you. "That about cover it?" You laughed, nodding your head.

"Yeah, that basically covers it," you said with a grin.

"I cannot believe this has been going on for four months and you both kept it from me," Wanda said with a pout. "I have been shipping the two of you for over a year, and this is how you repay me?"

"We weren't telling anyone, Wands," you said, trying to placate your friend.

"Oh, I'm too excited for you to be actually mad at you," she confessed. "So, you two a legitimate couple now, or what?"

You paused, biting your lip in consideration. "Well, no? I mean, it started as this completely no-strings-attached, casual sex, friends-with-benefits thing, but the morning after the dinner disaster, he told me that I made him grateful he fell off the train and--"

"I'm sorry, he said what?!" Nat interrupted at the same time Wanda grabbed a throw pillow and screamed into with with excitement, kicking her feet once more.

"Pocket," Nat continued grabbing your arms and shaking you, "for Barnes, that's practically a declaration of undying love!"

You scrunched your shoulders in glee. "I know!" you squealed, not being able to help how exhilarated the idea made you feel.

"And then what did you say?" Wanda asked.

You dropped your shoulders. "Um... well, I didn't actually say anything."

Wanda's eyes went wide. "So you just left him hanging there after he said that?" she asked, incredulous.

"No! I absolutely replied!" you insisted. "Just... not with words. It was more of a... physical response."

Wanda and Nat shared a look. "Okaaaay," they both said in unison before the three of you burst into laughter.

"Pepper is going to be so pissed she missed this," Wanda said, pulling out her phone to text your missing friend. "Though she'll probably be more angry about losing the bet."

"The bet?" you asked, confused.

"Oh, I bet her $100 that you two would end up together before your birthday," Wanda said with a grin as she texted away. "Pepper thought it wouldn't happen until night of, or after."

You tossed a pillow at her, knocking her phone from her hands. "Hey!" she cried out.

"That's what you get for betting on your friends' love lives," you told her, though your voice held no heat. If anything, it was weirdly sweet. Except... "Wait, is it super bizarre that Pepper's making bets on my sex life when she's technically my boss?" you asked.

"Yeah, you going to HR with that complaint?" Nat asked, laughing at the face you made. Her laughing set Wanda off, which set you off in turn, and soon the three of you were in hysterics.

"Damn, we too early for the panty pillow fight?" a voice from across the room caught your attention, and you looked up to see Sam, Steve, and Bucky standing in the doorway.

God, Bucky looked so good. He was wearing a Henley and a pair of jeans, but damn it if it wasn't doing things to you. You flashed him a giant smile. "Hey, Buckaroo," you said, your voice coming out far huskier than you intended it to.

"Don't engage, Pocket," Nat murmured. "They'll think think it's an invitation to come join us." But it was too late; the boys had already begun walking over to where you sat, Sam immediately grabbing a slice of pizza and digging in.

"Hey, doll," Bucky said, leaning over you and placing a kiss to your lips. He quickly pulled back as though he'd been burned, realizing what he'd done of your friends, and the two of you started at each other in surprise and shock over his actions.

"You know what, fuck it," you said, fisting his shirt and pulling him down, slotting your lips over his like your life depended on it. He responded instantly, practically crawling onto the couch to deepen the kiss, pulling you into his lap. You barely registered the sounds of your friends whooping and cheering around you. After what felt like several heady minutes, when you eventually came up for air, you were both smiling, red embarrassment creeping up your faces.

"It's about damned time!" Sam shouted, throwing a mozzarella stick a the two of you. With lighting reflexes, Bucky caught it midair, bit half of it and fed you the rest.

"All this fanfare over a simple kiss?" he asked rhetorically, ignoring the pointed looks. "Stop making it a big deal."

"I have literally wanted nothing more in my entire life," Wanda said, fiddling with her phone. "And I may have taken a picture to send to Pepper to prove she lost."

Bucky gave you a questioning look.

"The Sokovian Horndog over there has been placing bets on us," you sighed. "We just won her $100." A corner of his mouth tipped up in a smile.

"Best buy my girl something pretty with your winnings then, Red," he teased. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you watched in amusement as Wanda's cheeks flushed at Bucky's words.

Your friends continued to playfully give you both shit for a few more moments when you realized someone was missing from your little group.

"Hey, where did Steve go?" You were sure the blond super soldier had entered the room with Bucky and Sam, but now he was nowhere to be seen.

"Um, he sort of ran out when you two started to play tonsil hockey," Sam said between bites of pizza.

"Bathroom, maybe?" Nat suggested, her eyes glancing towards the hallway, but you could tell there was a note of uncertainty in her voice.

Bucky, however, seemed to have a better grasp on what might have occurred and his eyes scanned the room with a more discerning look. A sigh escaped him before he gently nudged you off his lap, rising from the couch. "I'll go find him," he said, turning down to give you a quick kiss goodbye. "Come on, Sam. We've disturbed Girls' Night long enough."

The Falcon began protesting, unfinished pizza slice still in hand, but Bucky grabbed him by the arm, dragging him off toward the hallway. Once they reached the doorway, Bucky turned around and gave you a quick wink.

"I'll see you at bedtime, Babydoll," he said, before dragging Sam off with him.

You waited a beat, giving the boys time to get out of earshot before the three of you began squealing like pre-teens.

"He's never called me that before," you gushed, the happiness coursing through you so intense you were afraid you'd launch into orbit.

"You are going to get such a good dicking down tonight!" Nat declared, coming around to playfully punch you on the shoulder.

And you absolutely did.

[laughingphoenixleader]

Merrical + soulmate au, please!!!

Jedi are easy to spot if they’re traveling alone.

That’s why they’re so easy to hunt.

Which is pretty inconvenient if you happen to be a Jedi.

Anyone non-Force sensitive has colorless eyes, unless they’re currently with their soulmate. That’s when their eyes gain color, and when the two are separated, only a sliver of their eyes remain vibrant.

Cal’s bright green eyes are basically a “kill me” sign slapped onto his face for everyone to see. Jedi are born with eyes filled with color. It’s their kyber crystals that’re said to change color when they find their person. Or, at least, that’s the rumor. It had gotten especially juicy when someone had spotted Anakin Skywalker’s lightsaber glowing bright blue in a fight to save Senator Amidala, whose eyes had recently changed to hold a sliver of a suspiciously similar blue.

That’s why, when Cal’s lightsaber sprouts from its blade in a blaze of brilliant green, he can only stare. Its usual snow colored hue is nowhere to be seen.

“S-stand aside,” Cal stammers to her. His soulmate? This woman who’s glaring at her with murder in her eyes? Of all people?

“No,” she snaps firmly. “He was right about you.”

She clearly has no idea what this means. To be fair, it’s a secret only Jedi are supposed to know. But given by how many holodramas feature Jedi with brightly-colored sabers, it’s not a well-kept one. But Nightsisters don’t seem the type to sit around and watch holodramas.

“Who…what?” Cal asks, eyes flicking from his blade to the woman who changed its color.

“Jedi are thieves and selfish liars who bring nothing but death,” she spits out the words, venom pouring from her tone. She definitely doesn’t know what just happened.

“Back off,” Cal warns her, trying to instill steel into his voice. Jedi aren’t allowed to care about soulmates, anyway. It doesn’t matter. But the lightsaber in his hand that’s casting everything in a shade of lime begs to differ. “If you attack me again, I’ll strike you down.”

Would I? With this new development?

Cal honestly has no idea.

“Oh, I won’t do a thing,” the Nightsister replies, voice matter-of-fact and cold, the threat within them obvious. “But my murdered sisters…they will have their revenge.”

And sparks in the exact same shade of green, where they had been silver before, fly from her fingertips. An expression of confusion twists her face, and Cal has this crazy thought that maybe it’s similar to the one he had earlier.

She stares at her fingers for a moment, the green mist still dancing across them, her eyebrows drawn together incredulously. Then her head whips up, her eyes locking onto Cal’s. They’re full of shock and disbelief. “You…” her voice trails off. Her dark eyes narrow. “Wasn’t your lightsaber—“ she spits out the word— “colorless before?”

Cal nods, his suspicion actually gaining some traction. “Same with your magick, right?”

The look on her face answers that question. Then she shakes her head. “This changes nothing,” the Nightsister declares, tone sharp.

“…Are you sure?” Cal asks, doubt coloring his tone like she’s colored his lightsaber.

“I am sure,” she replies, fire returning to her expression and jade magick heading from her fingers to the hanging pods that Cal has a really bad feeling about. “You will pay for the deaths of my sisters.”

“I had nothing to do with that, you know!” Cal calls out, but she’s already disappeared, leaving behind an emerging zombie army.

“Well, this is romantic,” Cal mutters dryly, then jumps into battle.

[countrymusiclover]

2 - Capital Call

Part 3

Victor's Daughter

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I roll over in my bed finding a letter laying on the table from my father. Opening it I smiled since this is the first one he's sent me since last year. "Dear Y/n, I miss you. We both know what day is coming, the Reaping. I talked with some of my friends and they told me that you should be safe once again. Two more years my baby girl and this will no longer be needed. Attached is something that made me think of you, I love you remember that always - your father." Tearing something off the envelope I unrolled it to see a small ring with a rose designed into the top of it. He had told me in one of our earlier letters that my birth mother liked roses so I slip it on my right ring finger weakly smiling.

Brushing my hair I changed into a simple green dress looking to the time on the clock before my mother enters the room. "I wish you luck, my girl." I hugged her and she tucks hair behind my ear smiling. "You're growing up to look so closely to your mother." I smiled hearing the bell ringing outside for everyone to head to the center of town for the Reaping. I twist the fabric of my dress standing in the lime before getting my finger pricked drawing blood to sign in. Foosteps approached beside so I glanced over seeing its Katniss with her brown hair up in a bun. Fear written all over her face but I knew it wasn't at the possibility of her name getting picked. It was for Prim. She turned twelve this year meaning this was her first year that her name could be drawn from the bowl. We reached the others group of girls our age right as I take her hand in mine.

She intertwined her hand in mine before I saw Gale who mouths something to her I don't know before the microphone gets hit by the announcer woman in a pink dress and bows, Effie Tricket my father spoke. "Welcome, happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!" I bite my lip not liking how much pride she had in her tone. She's been living in the Capital and doesn't know what it's like to lose someone you love or have to kill people. My mother told me that when I was a baby and my father was around he would sleep with a knife in his hands. Too afraid that someone would kill him or baby me in the middle of the night. "Now the time has come to select one caraguois young man and woman. For the honor of representing District 12 in the 74th annual Hunger Games. As usual, ladies first." I squeeze Katniss's hand closing my eyes and praying it's not who we think.

"Primrose Everdeeen!" Effie announced through the microphone. I gasped feeling some tears slip out. Opening my eyes I watched in honor as everyone around her turned to stare at her. Prim ever so slowly started walking towards the stage. Katniss pushed her way through the people. Capital guards started to hold her back as her sister spun on her feet. "I volunteer, I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute!" Katniss hit a guard shouting the words no one has ever said in our district. It was common in districts like in 1 and 2. Katniss hugged her sister to her chest telling her to leave but she refused so I break through the crowd with Gale following after me. "Prim, you need to go. We need to go." I try pulling her arm but she plants her feet into the dirt. "I don't want to Y/n." Gale finally picked her up and she reached out for her sister screaming.

I started to follow them but the two guards hold me back grabbing my forearms. I raise my eyebrows at them before two other guards lead Katniss up onto the stage. Effie returned to the microphone ordering the guards. "Bring them both up please." Me, why me. Prim is hugging her mother tight as Gale mouths something up to me. The guards released me as I shake my head confused back towards him. "And now for the boys, Peeta Mellark." The guards escorted the blonde haired boy up onto the stage. Effie smiled resting her hands on their shoulders to the crowd. "Our tributes from District 12. Katniss Everdeeen and Peeta Mellark!" Effie turned her head back towards me directing with her right hand. I slowly stepped forward where she rested her arm over my shoulder still smiling. "And Y/n L/n shall go to the Capital to watch own our presidents granddaughter!" My mind is going like crazy hearing her say that. Something like this has never been done before. The only reason someone went to the Capital was to go into the games. Glancing down to my finger they took blood from I bawl it into a fist. Dad and I always feared that they might figure out our secret through my blood. I just never imagined it would be two years before I wouldn't have to worry about it. But I especially never thought I'd be going to the Capital.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[imagine-docx]

scent market

Summary: Wanda stumbles upon this tiny gem of a candle shop. Does she keep going back because of the amazing scent range? Or is it because of the cute shopkeeper?

Warnings: None.

A/N: i apologize for being mia. university has been killing me, and i have had zero time to write because i am busy pulling essays outta no where. please enjoy a minor comeback! - amanda 💛

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Everyone knows that Wanda Maximoff is the biggest candle consumer ever. Something about the warmth of the candle and the scent that follows, just seems to make everything better. 

It was one of the rare days that Wanda had off, and decided to go to one of her favourite parks in New York, Prospect Park. 

On her way out, Wanda was walking down Empire Avenue and was automatically drawn to this small candle shop. The exterior automatically had this warm aura to it. The open glass windows gave Wanda the opportunity to look in, and it screamed ‘home’ to her. 

Wanda opened the door to the tiny shop, upon her arrival a little bell dinged and she was greeted with soft radio pop and a heavy peach scent.

“Hi there! Welcome to Scent Market! Let me know if you need any help!” She heard a voice beam out from the corner.

Wanda turned her head to the corner to track the sound, and was blown away. You had to be the most breathtaking woman she has ever seen. Yet you were only wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a form fitting long sleeved shirt, and a pair of sneakers. “Hi,” Wanda managed to shyly get out.

You smiled at Wanda, and Wanda swore she resembled melting candle wax. Wanda looked around the tiny shop, grabbing some candles and smelling it as she went. But she still kept an eye on you out of the corner of her eye.

It seemed as if you were either doing inventory, or were picking out orders. As Wanda turned herself back to the candle that was marked as Frozen Margarita. The hints of citrus, and melon jumped out at her. “If you like that one, I definitely do recommend the Citrus Splash,” you said coming up to her. “Less lemon and lime, more orange.”

“That sounds up my alley,” Wanda laughed, “Can I see it?”

You let out another smile towards her and she swears she never felt that much warmth from someone, “Of course, follow me.”

You handed Wanda an orange candle encased in a glass jar, she took the top off and smelt it, “This is wonderful. I also want to know which scent do you currently have burning?” Wanda asked, while smelling the candle.

“Oh that’s Peach Sugar Kiss! Here lemme get it for you,” you responded, before going to the fixture next to Citrus Splash.

“Are these handmade?” Wanda asked, taking the Peach Sugar Kiss from you.

“Yes they are, they are soy candle wax with essential oils mixed in,” you responded.

“Wow, you must be super talented,” Wanda said looking at the Tropical Mango candle, while looking at you.

You let out a giggle, and Wanda swore that as time passed she would melt even more, “No, that’s my business partner Trish. She makes them, I sell them. Unstoppable duo, you know?”

Wanda smiled at her giggle, “Ah so you’re the brains.”

You chuckled, “Pretty much.”

You and Wanda walked around the store, with you recommending different candles, her smelling them, and you both basking in each other’s company. Upon doing a lap around the whole store, you turned to her, “Is that it for today?”

“I guess so,” Wanda said, placing the Citrus Splash, Peach Sugar Kiss, and Apple Blossom candle on the counter.

“Lemme get that rung up for you,” you smiled.

As you were cashing Wanda out, you two continued to crack jokes. You wrapped the candles in a light peach wrapping paper, and into a black bag. “See you around?” You asked.

“With candles like these? You will be seeing me more often,” Wanda said, smiling.

“Have a good day!” You called out, as Wanda was leaving. 

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It was almost like clock work. Wanda would buy a single candle every time she goes, burn it until there is nothing left, and she would be back at the shop. 

“So is there a reason today we’re burning,” Natasha squinted to read the candle, “Apple Blossom? What happened to Blooming Berry?”

“I finished it,” Wanda nonchalantly responded as she packed away her hoodies.

“Wanda, that's your 3rd candle this week.” Natasha retorted.

“What can I say? The candles are good.” Wanda responded as she packed away her jeans. 

“We all know you are a massive candle consumer, but this? This is a new level.” Natasha said, studying Wanda.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Wanda responded.

“Take me to this candle shop, I wanna see what the fuss is about.” Natasha responded.

“No!” Wanda responded too quickly, which resulted in a raised eyebrow from Natasha, “I mean, no they’re closed right now. I’ll take you when they are open.”

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Wanda forgot how serious Natasha is, as Natasha held her to taking her to the candle shop. The two were walking to the shop, and the pair stopped in front of it, “It looks cozy, now I know why you like it.” 

Wanda let out a small sigh of relief, that Natasha thinks it’s because of the aura the shop gives off. Upon the two walking into the shop, they were greeted with a, “Hi! Welcome to Scent Market!” You beamed from the back, which Wanda naturally returned with a smile. 

“I’m back!” Wanda announced, to which you now smiled at.

“Welcome back Wands, we got some new candles for you to try out,” you said, coming up to the duo. “Hi there,” you smiled at Natasha as you introduced yourself to her.

“I’m Natasha, Wanda’s best friend,” she said, shaking her hand. “I gotta know, do you have more fresh scents? Wanda keeps burning fruits, and I’m kinda getting tired.”

“You are just a downer, you don’t like cutesy smells.” Wanda stuck her tongue out.

“Lucky for you and your sanity, we do,” you chuckled, “Are there certain scents you like?”

“I just want to feel like I spent the entire day cleaning, and there’s that after scent,” Natasha responded.

“I got a good one for you,” you walked over to the fixture, “Lakeside Waters. Smells kinda like the ocean, some driftwood, and minor hints of orange.”

Natasha took the candle from you and took a small inhale, “The orange is very minimal, I like this, do you have anymore?”

You took Natasha around the store and showed her similar scents to Lakeside Waters. Natasha holding onto the scents that she loves the most.

Majority would be pissed off at how easily the two of them bond, but not to Wanda. She was in awe that you managed to mesh in with them so easily.

You managed to introduce Natasha to Lakeside Waters, Sugared Lemonade, and Eucalyptus Spearmint. Whereas Wanda got Raspberry Mimosa, just so she has a reason to keep going back to the shop.

As you were cashing them out, you continued to crack jokes with the two of them. You were walking them to the door, “So Wands, will I see you soon?” You smiled.

Wanda instantly let out a goofy smile, “Of course. I’ll make sure to leave Natasha at home.”

“I’m offended,” Natasha feigned offence.

“Don’t worry, you’re always welcomed back,” you smiled at the duo.

The three of you bid your goodbyes, you walked to the desk and bit a small corner of your lip trying to hide your giddiness.

On the other hand, the moment Natasha and Wanda left the shop, Natasha let out a, “No wonder you keep going back to this candle shop.”

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Of course Wanda hit the bottom on Raspberry Mimosa within two and a half days of getting it. Which prompted her to return back to Scent Market. Every time she walked in, she felt as if she was greeted the first time, “Wanda!” You called out.

Wanda instantly smiled at the sound of your voice, “Raspberry Mimosa was amazing. Do you have any others?”

“I’m running low on options to give you Wands,” you joked.

“I might have to go and try something sweet next.” Wanda responded, following you to the fixture.

“We got everything you could possibly need,” you reached for the Peach Bellini candle, “ I know you like peach a lot, so tada, Peach Bellini; white peach, prosecco, and a hint of orange.”

“You got my scent notes down, huh?” Wanda said, amazed at the detail that you pay attention to her.

“Of course. I gotta make sure I have my favourite clients scent list noted,” you smiled, as you took her to the front to cash her out.

“I feel honoured,” Wanda said, pulling out her wallet.

The two of you continued to joke, while you cashed Wanda out. Every moment that passes, she feels more and more drawn to you. Wanda knew that when she got home she would have to try and work out a way to ask you out, but until then she would bask in your companionship. 

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That night Wanda sat at her desk, pen and notepad in front of her, trying to come up with ideas to go about asking you out. Each idea was futile. 

She reached for her phone to call Natasha over for some help, but remembered she was out with Clint for their weekly dinner. Wanda groaned, and ran her fingers through her hair. She leaned back, struggling to come up with ideas.

Wanda decided that maybe burning the candle she got today would help flow her ideas. She opened the tiny black bag, and to her surprise, there was a second candle. 

Wanda cautiously took the candle out of the bag and noticed a heart sticker rather than your usual clear tape. She gently unravelled it, to reveal a beautiful peach coloured candle with no label.

She was confused. Opening the candle she saw a piece of paper, she gently placed it on her desk and continued to smell the candle; heavy on the peach, light vanilla notes. She smiled and picked up the note.

Wanda let a goofy smile escape her lips as she read the note that was signed as you.

I have no name for it yet. I call it Peach Tea and Vanilla; peach tea, vanilla creme, and some oat milk. This is a special one for you, call me sometime and we could work out a name over coffee? (XXX)-XXX-XXX

[twistedmusings]

Arabesque and Plie

A/N: I don't know why, as I crying trying to write my paper, I thought of my old ballet classes. There is such an intimacy in dancing a pas de deux with someone, especially with lifts, and such a tenderness when you see them communicate with just their faces...so I immediately put a twst spin on it. Warnings: Malleus and Leona trying to one up each other but failing because they are too focused on moving with you as one.

Malleus Draconia and Leona Kingscholar meet outside the gates of Ramshackle, only one of them being called out to meet you...how would they react when you ask them for some help?

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“What the hell are you doing here?”

Malleus blinks as he looks at the dorm leader of Savannaclaw, the other glaring at him as they both met near the entrance of Ramshackle. Leona huffed and looked down at the package in Malleus’s hand.

“You brought a gift?”

“...I would think it is rather impolite to arrive at a dear friend’s house without a gift.”

Leona clicks his tongue as he pushes the gate open, forcing his way inside and refusing to look back at the dorm leader following him.

You really had gone and invited the lizard and not him? Where the hell did you get off? Here he was being decent enough to hand you the homework you had missed, after Vil forced him to do it, and you had gone and invited this cold blooded iguana to your place?

“Were you invited as well, Kingscholar?”

Wouldn’t he like to know.

“Mind your damn business, lizard, I’m just here on business.”

Malleus nods as he knocks on the door, both dorm leaders looking around as they heard music coming from...somewhere. Leona’s ears twitched as the door opened, the music getting somewhat louder as Grimm opened the door with an exhausted look and shaky paws.

“UGH! FINALLY.”

He floats over to Malleus as he points back at the entrance of Ramshackle.

“Please do something about them! My paws are hurting so much and I don’t think I can keep it up for much more!”

Blue eyes turn to Leona, Grimm tilting his head and looking at Leona up and down.

“...did you get los--”

“Just show me where the herbivore is.”

Leona spits out and makes his way into Ramshackle first, not looking back at the two as he looks around. He had never been in Ramshackle dorm but from what Jack told him it was simple and compact. His eyes had already spotted three great napping spots, which he would make use of the moment he handed you these damn papers, before he stepped into the foyer.

“Letting your pet open up the door for you now? Is the title of dorm leader getting to y--”

His teeth click as Leona shuts his mouth while his ears perked up at the growing intensity of the music in the room. Although, maybe that wasn’t the only reason they were up.

Eyes immediately went to your legs. .

The leg that was standing straight like an arrow seemed to not waver as the other extended itself out, one of your arms reaching outwards while you moved the other arm back so that your hand would press against your extended leg, the position imitating a sort of hunting bow as you held the position for as long as you could--

Leona jumped when you let out a breath, immediately dropping your position and spitting out a small ‘dammit’ into the air.

His surprise lasted only a moment as the mood was amazingly ruined by the two people he forgot were there, Malleus walking up behind him as Grimm took the snack filled box into the kitchen.

“Child of man.”

You turn around.

“Oh! Malleus! There you are! I need--”

Your eyes fall on the Savannaclaw dorm leader, tilting your head as he waits for his greeting.

“...do you need something from me, Leona-senpai?”

You little--

“Hah? Am I not allowed in your dorm? Only lizard boy over here can come over?”

“What? No! I’m just...surprised. You never really leave Savannaclaw that often, at least that is what Jack says.”

Leona tosses the papers on a nearby coffee table and lays himself out on your couch.

“He doesn’t know me as well as he thinks he does...tell him next time to mind his business.”

You roll your eyes before holding out your hand for Malleus to take, the other quickly taking it and following you to the middle of the room.

“Grim mentioned you performing some sort of physical task that left him exhausted.” He looks down at the way your hands fit together before smiling.

“Are you in need of magical assistance?”

“As much as I would like to take a raincheck on that, the only thing I need right is you, Tsunotarou.”

You jump as you hear Leona drop one of his shoes on the floor loudly, taking the other one off slowly and refusing to look your way.

“...me?”

The Diasmonia dorm leader squeezes your hand lightly as he feels an unlikely warmth in his chest at your words. He briefly wondered if he should speak about the sleepless night he had, his mind far too giddy about you inviting him over that he held himself back on the sun waiting to rise in favor of sleeping as much as he could so he could enjoy his day with you.

“Yes! I just need you to…”

You hum and put a finger to your chin, tapping it twice as you figured out the best way to explain what you wanted from him.

“You know, I think it would just be quicker to show you.”

You rush over to the phone Crowley had given you, tapping the screen as music started to play from the small speakers. Malleus remains rooted to his spot as you get on your tiptoes, the shoes you got from Sam yesterday greatly aiding you in keeping comfortable as you move your arms up and down while concentrating on the routine you had memorized over and over.

Lime green eyes widen as you extend yourself back, dropping down to touch the floor as your other leg goes up with your movements before reaching back as if being held by someone. He watches you hold the position for a few seconds before both of your feet drop gently as you move closer to him.

Your eyes open to reveal a sad look, both feet now on pointed toes as you reach out to him only to pull back gently and lean forward only a slight bit before moving back and going into a simple arabesque.

The music grew in intensity as two sets of eyes are on you now, watching you spin twice before you raised your arms along with the crescendo and your leg going up to try to match their height--

You hiss in pain as you drop the position immediately, Leona sitting up quickly as Malleus is at your side in an instant.

“Child of man--”

“Are you trying to stretch yourself out, herbivore?”

You sigh and stop the music, shaking one of your legs out to get rid of the cramps.

“Before coming here I used to do ballet in my free time. I thought that maybe they would have a ballet club on campus but Vargas said he has never heard of ballet before--so here I am trying to kill my boredom by dancing to one of my old routines and putting a new story to it.”

Both dorm leaders want to say something but find themselves rather lost.

Malleus recognizes this type of dance despite it being called a different name in the Valley of Thorns and Leona has only been around traditional Afterglow dances so what you just did impressed him more than he’d care to admit.

You pout.

“And I thought that I could maybe do a pas de deux by myself but--I’m not strong enough.”

Leona nods.

“So you needed someone to help you...is that it?”

“Exactly!” you grin and turn to look at Malleus,“You don’t mind right? It’s not like you have to do anything too complicated just...spin me when I tell you to and when the time comes for me to do that pose--”

You try to imitate it as best as possible.

“Just hold my leg up! All you need to do.”

Malleus had pretty much already made up his mind, nodding to your every word as you instruct him on where he should hold and for how long--

Only for him to frown as Leona grabs your wrist and pulls you away from him.

“If you needed someone to just hold you still, you could have used that raccoon over there.”

“THEY DID!”

Grim comes out of the kitchen with a plate full of snacks as he makes his way upstairs.

“My paws are shaking from trying to keep their entire leg up...I never asked for this type of exercise!”

You sigh.

“It wasn’t that bad, Grim!”

“YOU WEREN’T THE ONE ALMOST GETTING SQUASHED WHEN YOUR LEG CAME

DOWN!”

Grim goes upstairs.

“AND DON'T EXPECT TO GET ANY SNACKS.”

Leona tries to speak up but stops when Malleus puts a hand on your shoulder.

“You were only here to deliver some homework, correct?”

He tugs you back lightly.

“You should be getting back to your dorm, Kingscholar.”

The lion prince growls only to grab your wrist and pull you back.

“You don’t tell me what to do, Malleus. If I wanted to live here I would do so instantly.”

“Uh...no?”

They both turn to you, Malleus looking down with a kind smile as Leona glares at what you were going to say next.

“Shall we get started, child of man?”

“I can help you just as well as he can!”

“Sit down for now, Leona-senpai?”

Malleus can’t help the smile on his face as you lead him back to the center of the room. You had called for him after all, Kingscholar was just here because...well he didn’t know.

You start up the music again and begin the routine, Malleus smiling all the while you seem to glide effortlessly through movements that seemed far too complicated for him to put together. One moment you were crossing your legs and the other you were stretching out your leg while balancing yourself in one foot.

He readies his arm as you move on tip toes towards him, giving him a gentle smile before turning your back to him and going into an arabesque.

“Grab my waist Mal and...gently spin me around.”

The dorm leader does as he is told, meeting your eyes and chuckling when you make a face at him.

“You said there was a story to this, child of man?”

You start moving backward, one leg stretching out and remaining steady as his hand now moved to your lower back so he could support some of your weight.

“The original story is somewhat cliched...so I was thinking of making it a story about an adventurer who meets a lonely king. They don’t know they are a king because he purposefully keeps it from them--I’m going to learn forward, okay?”

His hands are on your waist as you glide down, touching the floor with your foot as your other foot goes straight up, coming back up elegantly as you explain the plot further.

“The adventurer and the king spend a lot of time together...yet the king feels like if he reveals his secret now the adventurer would run. So he keeps it hidden until an unfortunate incident--”

You hold out your hand for him as you stand on your tiptoes, Malleus taking it and giving it a gentle squeeze before watching you raise one of your legs up so that it is at the same height as his stomach.

“Yet when it is revealed he finds that the adventurer doesn’t care who he is. All they care about is the person who they care for the most...and that is the king.”

Were you trying to tease him? This story sounded far too familiar. If he were to pick a character to relate to it would certainly be the monarch. While Malleus certainly wasn’t scared to show you who he was, he just wanted the mystery to last a bit longer so you would stay at his side. If you had known he was the Malleus Draconia, would you act as light hearted as you are now? Or would you pull away and cower in fear?

The very thought made him anxious as you turned your back towards him again, your hands raising up as you got ready to go into your big arabesque position. You give Malleus a quick cue as you stretch yourself out, your leg rising up as far as it could--only to lay gently against Malleus’s hand as you let out a sigh of relief.

“...do you think the adventurer would stay with the King?”

“Huh?”

Malleus can see he caught you by surprise as he lets your leg go down slowly, setting you back into first position before you once again stand on your tiptoes and put your hand up so Malleus could spin you around twice. At this point, he was entirely focused on where your hands were going and how you were moving, picking up on each cue as he dared to look into your eyes.

“I know this is your story but if the adventurer were to leave...the King would be rather heartbroken. I am certain that he would prefer if the adventurer were to stay.”

He knows he would prefer it if you stayed. And if he ever dared to be so bold, he would prefer that you stayed by his side.

The music fades out after the last note, Malleus still holding your hand as you try to catch your breath.

Had he said too much? Did he perhaps make you uncomfortable? The story was from your imagination and he was just reading far too into it--

His eyes widen as your other hand rests on top of his, looking at you with surprise as you giggle and pull them close to your heart.

“If the King would have them...I’m sure the adventurer could find a new home with him.”

“If you want to help then...fine.”

Leona smirks as he watches you apologize to Malleus, the other visibly disappointed which already made him feel pretty great. He hadn’t even meant to stay here for too long and yet you had picked him for this little dance of yours. Suck it, lizard.

He turns to look at you, watching your eyes staring at him intently as he leads you to the center of the room.

“What is it?”

“...do you think you can lift me up?”

Oh you were being really funny, weren’t you? Of course he could lift you up. Out of all of the Magishift members and out of all the people in Savannaclaw, he was the strongest one. At this point you were just asking stupid questions.

“Try me.”

You nod as you pick a different song, starting it up as you start out in first position with your back turned to him. He watched as you bend your leg and bring it up to your thigh, slowly unbending it and lifting it up as it goes past your head. Eyebrows raised, he goes to support it but you stop him with a sound.

What? Wasn’t that what he was here for? He watches you glide into every move with great precision, turning towards him with one foot as the other is raised halfway. In his opinion, it made you look like a living doll.

He wasn’t sure why he liked that so much.

You walk back towards him slowly, your hands at your side with your palms facing outwards before you do a single turn and speak up.

“Grab me by the waist and just hold me. I’ll tell you when to spin.”

With great effort, you lift up your leg once again and stretch out while giving him the command to gently spin you. Leona nods as his hold on you changes, turning you around slowly and watching you bend down sideways.

His hold changes from one hand to one, wrapping his arm around your waist as his other hand starts to outstretch to support him better. You come back up and smile as he gives you a shit eating grin.

“Did you expect that?”

“I almost don’t want to give you the satisfaction of an answer.”

Leona takes great care to make sure that his hold on you is as light as it can be. If he was holding onto you for dear life, he was sure that your bones would immediately break. And with the way this dance was going, it seemed that you needed him to be as gentle as possible.

Already a tall order for him.

“So what’s the story of this dance?”

He takes a hold of your waist as you stretch yourself out, both hands going outwards as he brings you back in slowly.

“The original is a bit cliche but...maybe I should make it about an adventurer trying to find a lost prince--I’m going to need you to lift me up over your head.”

You glide to the right before jumping up, Leona giving you the extra boost you needed as you put one leg up and your arms stretching themselves out as they briefly rubbed against his ears.

“Maybe the adventurer hears a story of a missing prince who was never seen again after a quarrel with his country, yet the country needed the prince’s plans in order to succeed in battle. So they asked an adventurer to please seek him out.”

A prince, huh?

He gently guides you down but his hands never leave your waist as you instruct him to keep his hold a bit tight as you stretch yourself out towards the other dorm leader sitting on the couch but being greedily pulled back to Leona.

“Unbeknownst to them, the adventurer had already met the prince. They had stopped the prince’s rather tedious plans to take over some foreign land. The adventurer understood why they would want him back...but they didn’t know if he would accept.”

You tell him that you are going to move forward and that when you do he should immediately lift you up. It is surprising that he follows your every move so effortlessly, but maybe he was just that in tune with what you were doing. It’s the first time he has held someone so closely without trying to cause them physical harm. Besides, it was amazing to see you remain composed and relaxed as he lifted you up into the air only to watch you hold your pose.

“So? Did the adventurer get to the prince?”

He turns your waist clockwise fast, making you spin around in four circles before stopping you as you lean forward and raise your leg up, the movements getting a bit faster as his hands went from looking at the back of your head to your waist.

“They did...but the prince told them that he just wanted to stay where he was now. How it wouldn’t be worth it to go back home after all the shameful things he has done.”

Leona can almost feel your determination as you pull away from him. Why would you pick a prince out of all people? And one of an outcast nonetheless. Were you still trying to call him out for his past mistakes? Was that all he was to you? The dorm leader who had tried to cheat his way to victory?”

You smile and hold out your hand, Leona raising his slowly and taking your as you raise your leg up.

“But the adventurer wouldn’t leave it there. They know what the prince is capable of...all they need to do is make sure that he sees it as well.”

A quick glide downwards as he picks you right up, setting you down on two feet before you resume your position on your tiptoes.

“The adventurer tells the prince that there are plenty of things that only he can do that nobody else can. Even if the crown wasn’t his, he would still hold great power over the decisions of his kingdom. One didn’t need to wear a crown to have great power.”

You turn your back towards him and start getting ready to go into your great arabesque position--!

Only to stop when Leona stands in front of you and goes down on one knee, staring at you in the eyes while you raise your leg up and instead of fully stretching yourself back...you merely lean down and rest your hands on his shoulders.

He may be lazy but he knows symbolism when he sees one. If you were to be the adventurer and he was the prince, he imagined himself staring up at you as you spoke words of comfort to him and him alone. The bastard in the story must be pretty lucky to have someone like the adventurer believe in them…

The music fades out slowly as you go back into first position, Leona scratching the back of his head with a bored look while you pick up your phone and stop the music altogether.

“First Vil and now you, everyone is making me work today.”

Leona can’t look at you in the face, not after he pulled that cliche sort of move. One moment of weakness and he was putting himself in the shoes and feeling jealous of a character that didn't even exist! When did he get so pathetic?

He mumbles a quick goodbye and heads out, deciding that he needed to nap for the rest of the day after that embarrassing moment--

“Leona-senpai!”

The dorm leader stops in his tracks, turning around with an annoyed look only for it to melt away as you trot over to him and smile.

“Mind if I call you in case I need your help again?”

Damn you. Damn you, damn you, damn you you made him so weak--

He leans close and grins before flicking your forehead.

“If you reward me properly then...maybe.”

[spencersawkward]

i’m so happy ur on tumblr now!! i love between the lines so much, could you write a blurb or one shot about mgg and a younger co-star, but like very spicy if possible 🙃, idk i just love that scenario🥵.

i was literally about to write "omg i love this concept too!" and then i was like “well no fucking shit, sophi.” lol. YES i can 10/10 write you a one-shot with a similar scenario! also thank you for your kind words that was the first fic i ever wrote so it’s very near and dear to my heart!

summary: reader goes to a holiday party with her co-stars and best friend, Matthew... but all the fun happens in the dressing room.

content warnings: this one is quite dirty but i’m also proud of it lol. unprotected penetrative sex, oral (female receiving), degradation, use of the term “little girl,” creampie, age gap. dirty talk?

pairing: Fem!Reader/Matthew

word count: 4.7k

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"no."

"what do you mean, 'no’?” Matthew laughs, looking between me and the mirror.

"I look like the Ghost of Christmas Past." I lift up the soft white tulle of the dress, watching it float back down to settle over my skin. he's got his eyebrows raised and there's a smirk on his lips like he's holding back a laugh. I resist the urge to reach around and hit him.

"would you rather wear that?" he points to the punch-stained gown that's now laying pathetically over the back of the vanity chair. I genuinely ponder the idea for a moment.

"honestly, the crime scene vibes might work well with the theme of our show."

"seriously, it's not bad, Y/N!" he insists, drawing my attention back to the mirror.

"you're just saying that because you're the one who spilled on me and you don't want people making fun of how clumsy you are." I cross my arms over my chest. he gives me a dubious expression in our reflection on the wall.

"do I seem like I care about that?" he challenges.

"I--" the truth is that no, Matthew is not the type. Matthew is the kind of person to flounder in front of anyone and proceed to crack a joke about himself. he's humble. but I kind of like when we talk like this, our back and forth.

after a year of working together on the same show, he and I have grown incredibly close. I'm friends with all my co-stars, but he and I just have the natural friendship chemistry that makes me want to spend all my time with him. when we're not on set, we're hanging out on his couch or ordering dinner or driving out of town to check out wacky sites around California. we just have fun. pure, clean, honest fun.

of course, in my dreams it isn't pure or honest. frankly, there's a lot of sordid scandal to what goes on in my head when he accidentally touches my arm or brushes his fingers over mine. the amount of times I have gone to cast parties trying to work up the nerve to kiss him are embarrassing. he's older and more experienced and, obviously, he has no interest in me.

but that doesn't matter.

the only reason I'm standing in a dressing room alone with him is because he knew someone on the crew who could hook me up with a replacement for the night. he left while I slipped out of the old one and came back in only after knocking and checking, like, twice to make sure I was decent. he's so respectful that it's almost like he's afraid of making me think the wrong thing-- which makes me feel absolutely stupid for my almost schoolgirl crush.

"come on, you look great. let's go enjoy the party."

"was this a dress one of the victims was wearing?" I ask with a laugh.

"probably. not like we carry a lot of gowns on set." he grabs my hand, makes my heart leap into my throat. he only does it to urge me along, but it still feels intimate as I follow him out of the room, tossing one more evaluative glance at myself in the mirror. I seem terrified.

we continue to do our rounds at the party, Matthew filling my glass of eggnog even though I hate it. I wince and take a sip while we talk to some of our co-stars.

"what's wrong with you?" Shemar chuckles at my expression.

"lost a bet."

"with whom?" he glances between Matthew and me, knowing damn well already from the mischievous grin on the former's face.

"I told you not to take it." Matthew says over the rim of his glass.

"if you mention it one more time, I'm gonna throw up eggnog all over your outfit." I threaten him, but we're both smiling. Shemar frowns.

"what was the bet?"

"you know David-- the guy I was telling you about?" I reply quickly, determined to give my side of the story. Shemar nods; I told him last week when David oh-so-chivalrously danced up on me at a club and asked me out. usually in those situations, guys just want a one-night stand, so I was impressed and agreed. "anyway, Matthew said if it turned out that he was a weirdo, he would get to pick my drinks for the next week whenever we go out."

"your drinks? that's specific."

"she's so picky!" Matthew teases me.

"leave me alone, you dick!" I elbow him and he dodges just in time.

"tell him why he was a weirdo." he grins. the glare I give could kill. but Shemar is waiting expectantly for me to share the information, so I sigh and set my jaw before telling the truth.

"he collects antique dental tools."

"what?" Shemar laughs disbelievingly. I throw my hands up.

"I don't fucking know. we went back to his apartment and he showed me his whole collection."

"you're attracted to weird people, Y/N." Matthew says. I raise my eyebrows and almost say something that dooms me. I hold my tongue, however, and turn back to Shemar with a reserved smile.

"anyway, how are you?"

...

the cast holiday party is actually pretty fun. I tend to leave these functions early in favor of my couch and some ice cream, but something about the bright colors and the smell of wintergreen in the air makes me want to linger in the studio.

I stuff myself with sugar cookies and Matthew mercifully lets me switch from eggnog to Sprite. normally, I'd drink at such an occasion, but I'm a messy drunk and this is one of my first real jobs as an actress. I don't want to even come close to jeopardizing that by breaking some expensive equipment or something.

my throat gets a little sore from all the talking I do-- Paget and I spend about half an hour horribly belting out Christmas carols at the baby grand piano they brought in. they originally had someone hired to play it, but the guy disappeared about an hour ago.

by the time it hits around ten pm, my limbs are tired. I thought people would be leaving (a lot of them have families), but the party is still very much raging when I start to wind down. maybe it's because I'm sober.

"hey." Matthew sidles up next to me as I sit at the piano bench with a slice of lime in my mouth. I like to suck the juice out of them; sour things are my favorite.

"hi." I pluck the fruit out and drop it back into my soda. he sits next to me, his cologne filling my senses with the kind of sensual warmth that it shouldn't be making me feel. he always smells so good.

"ladylike." he gestures to the movement.

"is that why you call me 'princess?'" I smirk, half-joking.

"once-- I called you that once!" he defends. it's not a lie. he used the nickname when he was mocking me for my somewhat selective food preferences. it was sarcastic, but I wish it wasn't. something about the way he said it in the moment made me blush.

"is there a reason you've come to grate my nerves?" I raise an eyebrow and he turns away from me as he bites back a smile. I pout. "what?"

"you're talking like a Jane Austen novel."

"what's wrong with Jane Austen?" I defend, skin heating up. his proximity is doing things to me that it shouldn't.

"nothing," he glances at me before moving his gaze to the ivory keys. "do you play?"

"elementary level, sure." I giggle. he runs his fingers over them, never pressing down hard enough to release a sound. I'm entranced by the delicate nature of his actions, the veins and the curve of his fingertips, the sheer width of his hand. I think about it too much for it to be healthy.

"show me." it's a direct order, one that doesn't feel directive but still ends with me placing both hands on the piano and wracking my brain for something to play. I decide on a piece that Paget and I were doing earlier, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."

I've never been quite good at piano, and the nearness of his body is like an anvil on my fingers, but I play anyway. and it feels good. his eyes are on me, drawn to my tracings over the instrument as they press and lift and glide.

"sing." I tell him.

"no!" he protests. I don't stop playing, only now getting into the thick of the tune.

"oh, come on. just the chorus..." I plead, turning my head to beg. "please?"

I bat my lashes playfully, fully intending it as a joke, but Matthew softens a bit. for a fraction of a second, I think he looks at my mouth. he turns his head back to the piano and lets out a quiet "here we are as in olden days... happy golden days of yore..."

"there you go!" I egg him on, and he starts to get more into it. his voice is absolutely off-key; he's no singer, and somehow that makes him even more endearing to me.

Matthew has always been this flawless, intimidating figure in my mind. even when we first met, I was certain that he was hiding something because everything else about him is so... perfect. he's funny, sweet, genuinely kind, handsomer than hell. it didn't make sense. but knowing that he can't carry a tune makes me feel a bit better. it humanizes his beauty.

while he sings, I can't help looking at him. his side profile is even more enchanting; the curve of his features meeting a smooth elegance in his jaw and cheek, especially when his mouth is open. he catches me smiling at him and returns it with his own gleeful face, now totally fine with singing like a fool in front of everyone. nobody is even really looking at us-- they're several drinks in and lost in their own universe of drunken laughter.

there's something kind of magical about that, I think. we're sober. when the song draws to a close, I lift my fingers off the keys and into my lap.

"you're quite the Pavarotti." I joke.

"the who?" he furrows his brow with a smile.

"he's a famous opera singer."

"oh," he laughs, "thanks, Mozart."

I twist my face up as I hide my smile. this is also part of the reason I could never tell Matthew how I feel; we just fit together too well. he almost always gets my references and I understand his, even though there's an age gap between us. he's an old soul with a youthful heart.

"how's your night going?" I ask him softly, changing the subject. he sets his hands on his lap, absent-mindedly toying with his fingers. it's not a nervous tendency at all. he does it whenever we're on set.

"as of right now? pretty damn good." he replies with a smile. I get warm again at the implication. he doesn't mean it like that, but god, do I wish he did.

"very smooth." I compliment appreciatively.

"how about you?"

"it was kind of boring, but then this rando sat next to me and started singing Christmas songs and it got a little better." I say flatly, grabbing my glass off the top of the piano and running my fingertip over the rim. he drops his head in a giggle.

"you're something else."

"insult?" I clarify.

"definitely a compliment."

"I like compliments."

"well, I wasn't lying before. you look really beautiful in that dress."

"the murder dress?" I glance down at it to hide the absolute wideness of my eyes at his words. he's completely flustering me and I'm starting to find it hard to breathe. he said I look beautiful. not "pretty," not "great"-- beautiful.

"yes, the murder dress." he gets a little pink in his cheeks, and that makes me want to explode on the spot.

"well, say goodbye to it because I'm gonna go change back into my plebeian clothes," I stand from the piano bench. "it's past my bedtime."

Matthew looks up at me with an unreadable expression and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. I hate leaving him. "do you wanna come with me? like-- walk with me?"

"sure." he nods, stands, and follows behind. I can feel his presence like a delightful reminder of the emotions surging in my stomach. we wind through the crowd of party-goers until we end up back in the dressing room, away from the party. it's quiet.

Matthew walks in with me, carrying our drinks in his hand, and he's about to stroll back out so I can change when I touch his arm. the door shuts automatically behind him.

"wait," I swallow quickly. "can you unzip me?"

"oh." Matthew looks at me, then at the glasses in his arms, then at the vanity. he sets them down and comes back quickly, his frame behind me while his fingertips locate the little piece at the top of my gown. my breath hitches in my throat when he brushes over my spine by accident, one nail dragging accidentally against my skin as the fabric slowly gives way. I don't know if he hears it-- it's nearly imperceptible-- but he definitely hesitates once he reaches the place where my back starts to curve into my ass. he pauses, doesn't breathe until he reaches the end of the zipper.

"there you go." he mutters. his voice is a little more hoarse than usual, and he clears his throat as he steps away. I know he's going to back out. he's going to back out of the room and wait for me to slip into nothing and I know, somehow, that he's going to be thinking about how I look in here with my clothes off. he's going to wish he stayed.

and I'm going to wish he'd done more than stayed.

before I can lose my nerve and allow the moment to be swallowed up by practicality, I shrug the straps of the dress down my shoulders and let gravity take over. it drops to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I can sense him behind me; he's silent for a moment.

"Matthew." I say, the name sitting on my tongue like a sugar cube. perfectly formed, slowly dissolving.

"y-yeah?" he stutters for the first time since I've met him.

"are you looking at my ass right now?" I ask, still turned around. the way he's frozen in place tells me that I'm right.

"yeah." he admits.

"you can touch it, if you want." I murmur softly. part of me doesn't think this is real, the way each sentence leaves my throat like it's been pre-planned. truly, I don't understand how my brain is moving so quickly.

"are you... sure?" he's hesitant, but even I can taste the longing.

"yes."

his hand smooths over my butt, softly at first like he's still not believing his own eyes, before moving back to grab it. he squeezes the flesh, and a low exhale from him tells me that he's excited.

"do you want more?" my voice barely carries. my head is almost foggy from how good it is to have his grip on my body, even in such a simple way. I can feel myself getting wet.

"how much more?" his lips brush over my shoulder and I get goosebumps. my mouth opens and closes for a moment, searching for the right words.

"however much you want."

it's flint and steel, the way he sparks. the air literally leaves my lungs when Matthew grabs my hips and spins me around to face him. my lips part as I peer up at him, at the lust that now darkens those hazel eyes and the way he holds mine. his touch is certain. he pulls our bodies together, tilts my chin up to kiss me.

it's passionate, strong, the kind of kiss that causes me to lean back a bit just to receive the full force of his desire. but I return the affection easily, moaning into his mouth. I've never been held the way that Matthew holds me. like I'm made of sugar glass, like he wants desperately to feel the soft give of my skin and make a home of me.

the heat between our bodies is almost overwhelming, and I sigh when he subtly pushes our hips together. his erection is against my stomach.

"fuck." I mutter when I pull away for air. Matthew doesn't stop his perfect movements, though, tugging my earlobe between his teeth and starting to leave love bites up my skin and over my shoulder. he chuckles against my throat. I shiver.

"you alright, little girl?" he asks.

"just--" I let out a moan at the sensation of his fingers exploring my bare waist. he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. "just surprised."

"about?" he slides the straps down my shoulders and looks me in the eye. the lack of physical contact makes me whine.

"that you want me."

"how is that surprising?" he smiles, using one index finger to guide me to look at him.

"you don't seem like it."

Matthew raises his eyebrows as if I'm a crazy person. truly dumbstruck. "what?"

"you-- well, I don't know." I frown, but Matthew takes my hand and moves it over his torso until my palm is resting over the considerable bulge in his pants.

"is this enough proof?"

I struggle for words, sputtering. "yeah-- yeah, it is."

he bucks into my hand a little and I bite my lip, eyes moving up to meet his. something passes between us that I don't fully understand, but feel in my bones. I have never, in my life, wanted someone to fuck me as much as I want Matthew to fuck me right now. my jaw clenches.

"I need you." I tell him like this is the most relevant piece of information that will ever pass between us. he smirks.

"yeah?"

"mhmm."

"then lean against the wall and let me give you what you deserve." he orders. for a second, I try to think through what he means. then I look behind me at the open space and back up, him following me closely. his hands move up to cup my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples as he kisses my lips. the coolness against my back causes me to gasp, and he swallows the sound with his tongue before moving down my body.

he's torturously slow, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while he shrugs off his suit jacket. he switches to my other peak, one hand splayed over my stomach, and then proceeds southward with his lips. his kisses are delicate, open-mouthed, as they find their way to the waistband of my panties.

he hooks his fingers in them and looks up at me.

"can I eat you out, baby?" he asks. I bite my lip.

"please." like a beg.

"oh, you're polite tonight." he smirks, tugging the garment down my legs and discarding it somewhere in the room. I don't respond, and he doesn't seem to need me to, because he pushes one leg up for better access to my pussy. "let's see if it lasts."

my back curves off of the wall involuntarily when he holds the flat of his tongue against my clit suddenly, trying to roll my hips against his face. my fingers tangle in his hair, one leg resting over his shoulder.

he starts to flick at my clit. I lose grasp of my own language.

"Matthew, that feels so good, I--"

he attaches himself to my bundle of nerves, seemingly turned on by the sounds I'm making for him. he groans as he laps at the wetness between my legs, dipping into my folds and sucking the soul out of me. I whine and use his curls as leverage to gain more friction. he peers up at me.

"needy little girl." he mumbles against my pussy. I shove him back into me.

"make me cum, then." I beg. I can practically feel the devilish smirk on his face as he devours me like he'll never get enough. every twist and lick of his tongue is sending me to new places. I'm panting, chest heaving, while I grab my own tits and buck into his mouth.

he moans. my orgasm hits me like a wave, causing me to nearly thrash with pleasure as I cry out.

"Matthew, keep going, fuck yes!" I feel tears prick the back of my eyes, the culmination almost too much to bear as we hold contact. he stares into my fucking soul as he eats me out, and I want to stay like this forever. it's hard to support myself with my legs going weak, but I love it. the sensations are otherworldly. it's only when I'm about to collapse that I push his face away from me.

"I love your pussy." he tells me, licking his lips as he sets my legs down. I grin and let my head fall back against the wall.

"thanks."

"come here, princess." he takes hold of my hips and guides me over to the mirror, turning me so that he's standing behind my frame. the pet name causes me to smile.

"what?" I reference our reflection. he stares at me, reaching around to squeeze my tits.

"I wanna fuck you in the mirror." such a vulgar thing, said so beautifully. he kisses my cheek. "if that's okay with you."

"I don't care what position we do as long as you're fucking me." I breathe honestly. he chuckles and draws me towards him so his clothed boner is against my ass. I reach behind and work the button on his pants. he undoes the ones on his shirt. we're silent, him watching my naked body move like he's trying to memorize every detail.

when he's finally stripped, he lets me stroke his cock for a couple moments before pushing my upper back forward so I'm holding onto the sides of the mirror. I see him biting his lip as he lines himself up at my entrance.

"you ready?" he checks. I nod and he smiles at me once. pushing in, the smile melts into a jaw-dropped haze, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Y/N..."

"it's so big." I try to breathe. he's so deep, I grip the mirror until my knuckles turn white. he's going to snap my body in two with the angle of his cock, filling me easily.

"tight little thing." he grunts as he holds himself inside. I can only watch in shock as I try to adjust to the sheer feeling of him. Matthew runs his hands over my sides, my ass, touching whatever he can. "how's that?"

I start to wiggle my hips and he groans at the feeling of my walls desperately swallowing him up. "Matthew, I need it."

"need what?" he thrusts into me and I have to fight a scream.

"need you."

"fuck... yes." he hisses out, sliding into me. "you're so wet I don't even need to try."

I bite my lip to withhold my sounds and he stares me in the eyes in the mirror as he starts to fuck me harder, building a pace with his hips. he growls a little if he hits certain angles, getting ruthless.

"so many times when I wanted to be inside you, princess..." he trails off. I start to play with my clit with one hand, using the other to stabilize myself with the mirror. the idea turns me on.

"when?"

"whenever you have attitude," he pants. "tonight, in that innocent fucking dress. making me wanna pound you like a little slut."

I make a high-pitched sound at the shudder of pleasure that jolts through my stomach at his words, wanting more. I've never heard him talk this way before.

"Matthew, shit--" I rub myself in circles, caught between watching his face and watching the way his hips slam into mine.

"you're begging to be fucked, you know that?"

"am I?" I smile sweetly in the mirror. we're in our own world, locked in a fantasy that I never want to leave. I can feel him in every corner of my body, sinking beneath my skin. he digs his nails into my ass.

"mhmm." he hums. I can feel the familiar weight in my stomach that indicates how close I'm getting. a knot that screams to be undone by his perfect length. I would do anything for more of this. I can taste everything good in the world on my tongue.

"I'm so close." I whine.

"I can tell," he studies my face in the mirror. "so pretty when you're breaking."

"oh--" I feel my thighs tense and my body pulses, the euphoria almost overwhelming. we move steadily, rhythmically, and he pushes my climax to new levels. "faster." I cry.

Matthew is quick to respond, gripping me closer while he plows into me like he's never going to have my body again. the sound of it is filthy, perfect, a mess. he groans at the sensation of my cunt pulsating around his cock.

"cum for me, princess." he moans, losing himself in the embrace of my core. the foggy stare in his eyes is like drowning in the ocean. I sink below, not caring at all about the consequences of him inside me. fuck working together; I need him. "where should I cum?"

"in me." I groan.

"beg." he commands easily, watching my face contort in pleasure. I could pretend to fight it, to give a little attitude, but I don't want to. I love begging for him.

"fill me up, Matthew. please." each word punctuated by the breathlessness of my voice. he gets even more ferocious with me, beating up my pussy until I'm sure he's going to leave me sore.

"right there, right there," he gasps, hitting the same spot that makes me go cross-eyed. "such a good little slut."

his cum shoots into me, deep and warm and erotically twisted, and I nearly collapse. it feels weird, but so good at the same time. full. he groans out my name and withdraws, quick to grab my shoulders and hold me up as I almost fall. I hadn't realized that most of my body weight was supported purely by his thrusts.

"whoa." he lets out a tired laugh, gentle in his touch. I'm heaving air into my lungs.

"sorry." I apologize, my body unstable.

"are you okay?" he seems genuinely concerned and I nod.

"yeah, I'm fine. just a little overwhelmed."

"here," he scoops me into his arms and brings me over to the old love seat in the dressing room, laying his jacket down before putting me on top of it. "can I get you something?"

"Sprite." I gesture to the glass on the vanity, and he smiles as he goes to get it. I gulp down whatever remains of it. "thanks."

"of course." he keeps glancing at my face and the red marks on my hips where he was clutching me like a lifeline. "I'm sorry."

"what?" I set the cup down. "don't ever be sorry for fucking me like that."

"no, I meant--" he laughs, but then he sees my playful expression and realizes that I'm genuinely alright. I think my legs were asleep.

"you're a saint." I tell him. he frowns and shakes his head bashfully. I'm already getting up and collecting my clothes. "or maybe what we just did prevents you from reaching sainthood. I don't know."

he places his hand on my lower back, kisses my forehead tenderly.

"seriously. you're okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine," I assure him. "but I would be better with a milkshake."

Matthew breaks into a slow grin, staring at me like I've done something miraculous.

"how are you so perfect?"

[parvulous-writings]

Murders // Alex Law x Reader

Request:     Hi! I have a request: I just recently watched a shallow grave and I’m obsessed with ewan mcgregor as Alex Law. Could you write something where he tells you about the murders because he feels like he can trust you, he also may or may not be in love with you. We love angst. Thanks!

Requested by: ​Anon

Summary: the request

Warnings: mentions of death, homicide, cadavers. Slightly ooc Alex? 

Words: 1.6K

Notes:  Mmmm Alex Law. That is all. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too! 

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Things with Alex had been, well they’d been strange over the past couple of weeks or so. You didn’t know what it was, but he kept trailing after you wherever you went in the flat; not in his usual way, which was often to pester or tease you, but for another reason. You had no idea what that reason was, but you could tell it was bothering him. Sometimes he would glance up, only briefly, but you would catch it out of the corner of your eye. You tried to bring it up to him on several occasions, but he would always brush it off, saying that he was fine, and then “What the hell are you talking about? I told you I’m fine. Really. Just leave it.” But no matter how annoyed he sounded with you, he wouldn’t stomp off like he often used to.  It always seemed to get worse whenever David was in the room with you. Alex would tense up, and his eyes would be trained solely on his glasses-clad roommate. David would occasionally stare back, but very few words were ever said between the two of them. 

Tonight, though, was different. You were sat with Alex on the lime green sofa, more laying than anything, his arm draped over your shoulder, eyes on the TV as one of Alex’s favourite schlocky shows played on the screen. He was mumbling quietly along with the host, laughing softly when the audience did. Things seemed almost normal, it was nice. You couldn’t see or feel his tenseness anymore, which allowed you to relax ever so slightly beside him, you head falling back on to his arm as you watched whatever it was Alex had put on, you still didn’t know what it was. But it was making him happy- he even dropped a few of his sassy and sometimes crude comments throughout the show’s runtime. As the show started to draw to a close, Alex shuffled a little bit. The tenseness returned, and the silence between you became almost unbearably awkward. He cleared his throat, and you moved to sit up for a moment. You glanced over at the clock- it was half past ten, fairly late. You’d need to head off soon if you wanted to be home before eleven, or lower the risk of getting jumped in the street.  “Do you want to stay over?” He asked you, and you give him a rather surprised look. It wasn’t the first time that Alex had invited you to stay over at the flat, but it was more his tone that caught you off-guard. Usually his voice was dripping with a flirty undertone, suggesting a much more intimate activity than just sleeping in the flat. This time, though, it seemed more genuine- staying over seemed to be the primary thing on his mind.  “Sure,” You nonchalantly agree, shrugging slightly before you settled back down in his arm. You both fall silent again, awkwardly watching as the TV droned on and on, though it was unclear if either of you two were really paying attention to the show being broadcasted. 

Alex cleared his throat again, catching your attention. “Can I ask you a question?” His voice is quiet, “Hypothetically?”  You weren’t unaccustomed to Alex’s ‘hypothetical’ questions. They were often a point of contention or the root of teasing, but it was all in good fun. “Alright then. Hit me with it.” You say to him- he swallows his nerves and starts to speak again.  “If a someone you knew told you that they had been involved in burying a man out in the woods, and was involved in killing a couple more... What would you do?” Silence falls between the pair of you again as you start to think. Like most of his questions, it was an odd one, borderline insane to be precise. You just put it as his over-active imagination making him think of wild scenarios.  “I don’t know.” You chuckle, shrugging lightly. You’re not sure whether to answer honestly, or playfully. “What kind of answer do you want, Alex?”  “A proper one. Like... A serious one.” Oh, well that was different.  “Okay...” You trail off, thinking it over for a second. “Well, I’d probably leave, and tell the police.” You shrug, thinking nothing of it. This wasn’t the answer Alex wanted though.  “What if it was me?” He asked you, and you gave him an odd look in reply.  “I’d still do that, Alex... Just because you’re my friend doesn’t put you above the law.” This seemed to unnerve and annoy him even more though. “Don’t look at me like that!” You tell him, “You’re the one who wanted a serious answer, and you got one!” 

Alex paused, though only very briefly. “Yeah, I guess...” He grumbled, but he still didn’t seem very happy. You gave him an odd look.  “What the hell has gotten into you?” You asked him, “You’ve been acting weird for weeks!”  “I’ve got a lot on my mind.” He’s started to shut down, to put a wall between the two of you, as he pulled his arm away from you. “Nevermind, forget I said anything.” He muttered, rather spitefully, as he rested his cheek on the knuckles of his balled fist. This had not gone the way he had hoped. If you didn’t react the way he thought you would at the hypothetical- how would you react to the truth? He may have been slightly delusional, but that didn’t occur or matter to him.  “Well, you want to talk about it?” You offered, trying to be a little bit soften than you had been a few moments prior.  “No.” Came his short, pointed reply. He started to move to try and get up from the sofa, but you held out an arm to stop it. “Oh, what now?” He whined. “We finished the conversation, just let me go, will you?”  “No- clearly there’s something actually bothering you; you can tell me. I’m your friend, that’s what friends do, isn’t it?” You ask him, and he rolled his eyes, huffing back down into his seat. He knew that you were right- but that didn’t stop his nerves from rising. He knew that what he had done was downright wrong- he may not have known or acknowledged it at the time, but now the guilt followed him everywhere. Every corner, it lurked in the shadow, he saw the flickers out of the corner of his eye. 

“The question wasn’t hypothetical.” He spoke suddenly, looking into his lap as he wrung his hands. You stayed completely silent, words escaped you. Your mind went blank, and you just stared at him. “I wanted to see what you would do.” “You... You, what?” You were still trying to wrap your head around what he was trying to say to you. He finally looks at you, and his eyes are just... Sad. They hold an almost melancholic look, his hurt surfacing for once.  “I wanted to see what you would do... I wanted to tell you.” Alex started to speak again. “Because... Because I think you’re the closest person I have now, and- and I wanted to tell you, because I don’t want to lie anymore, I don’t want anything between us...”  “Alex, what did you do?” All of a sudden, you’re hyper-aware of every little movement he makes. Every shallow breath, every blink, every twitch, your brain registered it. Your heart started to race, a sick feeling started to settle in your stomach. As it sunk in that Alex was admitting to having a hand in a murder- whether it was the killing blow or not- you wanted to run, but you were rooted to your seat, paralyzed besides your mouth, which seemed to speak of it’s own accord. “What did you do?” You repeated, sounding much harsher. 

“I didn’t kill the second two!” The auburn haired scotsman exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “I didn’t even kill Hugo, that was his own bloody fault!” You vaguely recognised the name Hugo; Alex had mentioned him some months ago, and never brought him up to you again, so you thought nothing of it. “We buried them out in the woods...” He continued, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Why are you telling me this, Alex?”  “I already told you. You’re all I’ve got, now. Juliet’s shut herself off from everyone, and David... Well that’s best left unsaid.” He murmured, glancing through the doorway to the chipped blue paint of his flatmate’s door. Neither David or Juliet were here with you now, you supposed that that was both a blessing and a curse.  “I should call the police.” You mutter, almost fearfully. Alex seems rather hurt at the fear in your voice, and he slowly nods.  “They already know about the bodies... But I’m not going to stop you if you want to tell them it was us.” He’s completely given in to you now, his fate is in your hands. Do you really want to turn him in?

No. That was the answer from the most selfish depths of your mind. It’s the answer you decided to stick with, as immoral as it may have been. You look him dead in the eye as you speak. “What do I do?” It takes him a moment to register that you are in fact not going to contact the police about his and his friend’s misdeeds, and he’s instantly sat beside you again.  “Stick with me, please. I won’t let either of them get you, I just... I need you around.” Alex said to you, slowly, as if it were difficult to admit this even after admitting his crimes to you. To him, it was. You nodded slowly in response, and Alex silently acknowledged that you may still change your mind on it yet.  “Alright.” You whisper. “I’ll stick around.” 

[hxt1b]

A Boy Like Him

Jeno x Reader

Requested Prompt 13 Pretend Girlfriend for  @deepangelchaos

Genre: Fluff, maybe a little angsty  

WC: 2.8k

Warning: Swearing, Mental Health (y/n has a panic attack)  

Masterlist 

Prompt List, for any requests anyone may have. 

There were many moments in a day you wondered 'what the fuck is my life?' Many times you'd look in the mirror and it would be hard for you to remember what your life use to be like. The past four months had been a fast blur of media, paparazzi and fake public cuddles. You weren't made for this shit but somehow you literally drew the short stick. 

"You want us to what?" Aera asked looking at your manager shocked. You could tell your best friend was not pleased by what you'd just been told. Sena also grumbled from your left. 

"It's only a year." He said looking at the three of you expectantly, "only one of you has to do it and its exposure. Come on." He wasn't selling it very well. You sighed. 

"Why us?" Sena asked. 

"I don't know they just asked us." He replied. 

"Why now?" Aera asked. Your manager shrugged again. 

"Look it'll be good for your YouTube careers, that's a lot of people who will want to know who you are and they'll watch you. A lot of new fans!" He said. 

"A lot of fucking hate too." You said glaring at him. 

"Good comes with the bad." He said. You sighed weighing his options. 

"Just think about it." 

So the three of you thought about it, in the end, he was right. You could steadily grow your YouTube channel, you already were, but this would make it a lot faster, and it couldn't really hurt could it?

"Are you ready?" Jeno asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You nodded closing your laptop lid and standing up. 

Sena fluttered out of the other room, her energy high not matched by anyone else in the room. Aera followed her hands tucked into her pocket. One glance towards Jeno and she had a scowl growing on her face.  

You laughed awkwardly getting in between her and Jeno. You realized that you were the reason for the anger directed at the boy however that didn't make the situation any less awkward in your head. 

"Let's film?" Sena said clapping her hands. Jeno nodded not saying anything and let you and your friends lead the way to your filming studio. 

You watched as Jeno walked up to the two seats set up for you both and sat down next to you. Sena slipped behind the camera, and Aera took a seat next to a table with a laptop on it off-camera. 

"Okay rolling in 3, 2…" Sena pointed at you. 

"Hello, my dudes." You started clapping lightly getting the attention of every mic in the room and the viewers. You launched straight into a short intro. "Welcome back to our channel. Everyone has been asking for this video a lot so here we are today, as you can probably tell from the title of the video we're doing the boyfriend tag." You looked over at Jeno a smile on your face, he smiled back at you his eyes disappearing. 

Your stomach turned, that fluttery feeling that you'd rarely ever felt. And your awkward smile fell to a much more relaxed one as you looked at him continuing to speak to the camera. It was sad though, and you knew it, your crush on him. 

"This is fake you know what right?" He clarified the day you met. You nodded quickly irritated in your head, you'd read the damn contract. 

"Good okay we're supposed to 'hang out' together for a couple of hours and make sure that we get spotted by the paparazzi." You nodded as he explained that he was going to walk around with you for a few minutes and then you'd be coming back to his dorm to sit around. Little did you know that after your very very short walk around the park that when you'd get back she would be here. 

So there you were stuck in NCT dreams dorm while your fake boyfriend didn't even want to get to know you on a basic human level. 

He told you to watch TV while he went into his room with his actual girlfriend. Lucky for you Chenle came into the living room only seconds later. The younger boy didn't say anything just sat down next to you and watched the anime you'd put on. 

"He's not a bad person." He randomly said you just nodded not knowing what he was saying."I mean you know why the company made the contract right?" Chenle asked. 

"How did you two meet?" Aera asked. Her voice flat. You glanced over at her keeping the smile on your face. 

"Well," You started. 

"At the park." Jeno cut you off, adjusting in his seat. "I was on a bike ride. These three were at the park taking photo's they asked me to take a photo. I thought they meant with me but they meant of them, it was awkward." He chuckled and you also laughed lightly. That had happened. The first time he met your friends you'd all gone to the park, Sena had asked for a picture. 

"He's grumpy today." You sighed as the three of you sat on the bench overlooking the green field after taking the pictures. 

"He seems to always be fucking grumpy," Aera said rolling her eyes. 

"I mean cut him some slack his girlfriend did leave him," Sena said. Aera snickered. 

"She was a bitch and everyone knew it. His friend knew it the company knew it. That's why this contract exists in the first place because if word had gotten out that he was dating her his reputation would have plummeted so they looked for someone that would make him look good." Aera sneered in the direction of Jeno, he was on the phone talking to Jaemin. "When she was done with him she left." 

After that Aera never warmed up to him. 

In all honesty, you regretted telling your friends. Aera was too quick to judgement, Sena was kinder sometimes too kind. You needed a good medium, someone who would complain but not hate, but they were what you had and together you got the balance, but there were moments where you didn't. 

You stared at Jeno as Aera and Sena began to debate how he should react and how he should handle it, but you'd been there when she'd left him. You were on the couch with Chenle watching your fifth anime together in the three weeks that you'd been coming over. 

Jeno had cried. She was bad for him, but he'd loved her. 

The questions continued, and the two of you continued to tell half-truths, stories you'd both been told to create. You didn't flinch outwardly when Jeno pulled your chair closer to his pulling you into his side, and you tried your best to keep calm when his arm circled your waist. It's just for the camera you told yourself. 

"Now for the fan questions," Aera said, turning the laptop towards you two. You turned your head squinting at the screen. 

"Can you bring it closer?" Jeno asked for you. Aera moved the table in front of you and set up the laptop. 

"Press play." You leaned forwards and did as you were told. A video played on the screen, a clip of an anime. A boy was walking holding two popsicles, he sat on a bench next to a girl and passed her both the treats. 

"They're both mine?" She asked looking over at the boy shocked. He just nodded. 

"You like both flavours right?" He asked as he grew embarrassed. She smiled up at him in the cute anime fashion. 

The clip ended and cut to a paparazzi video of you on a bench, Jeno sitting next to you as you held two popsicles, his arms were crossed over his chest as he looked away from you. You looking at him in amazement much like the girl from the anime. 

"The question that was asked was, 'did you intend to re-create an anime or are you guys just that damn adorable?" Your cheeks flushed as you stared at the laptop. Jeno next to you was also frozen. 

"I guess we're just that damn adorable." He quietly replied. You looked up at him and giggled lightly. He was smiling at you again, you were afraid the butterflies in your stomach were going to kill you. You looked away from him quickly. 

"I don't think we've even seen that anime." You added to his answer. 

"Why can't I have a guy like that." You whined to Chenle as the two of you watched a cute anime couple stand in the middle of a crowded plaza, his hand in her hair as he ruffled it. He'd just told her that he knew her after she accused him of not knowing a single thing about her. He'd proved that he in fact did by handing the character her favourite flower, a rare type of lily. 

"I thought you didn't like romance anime?" Chenle teased. You threw your pillow at him. 

"Shut up." Chenle laughed loudly at your reaction making you laugh. 

You jumped when Jeno walked into the living room scaring you. 

"Want to go for a walk?" He asked. You nodded. 

"Sure." 

You'd ended up at the park as the sun set. 

"Wait here." He'd said motioning for you to sit on the bench, confused you'd sat down as he ran off. He'd come back minutes later with the two popsicles. Handing you them both. 

"Strawberry and Lime." He said, "I know you like both the flavours and I know you have a sweet tooth." 

"Not going to lie, kinda creepy that someone took a video of you two like that," Sena said turning the camera off after you'd closed off the video. 

"It was a paparazzi." You said getting up from the chair. 

"Just gotta go to the bathroom." You added and quickly left the room. Sitting that close to him was always hard for you. That popsicle incident was a month after he'd gotten dumped, he'd hung out with you a little bit more before the day at the park and your interactions had only grown after that but they were all friendly not enough to call you guys good friends though. 

You turned the faucet on letting the water cool your sweating hands. Your heart was racing and you couldn't calm the damn butterflies, your head replaying the way he pulled your chair to him, flashing you the memories of him giving you the cold treats. 

"It's fake." Aera's voice said in your head. 

"It's fake." You muttered to yourself.  

After drying your hands you pulled the door open and jumped when you almost bumped into Jeno. He was leaning on the wall right next to the bathroom. 

"Are you waiting for the bathroom?" You asked, he shook his head, his hand reaching out and grabbing your sleeve. He fiddled with the thumb hole of your hoodie, the butterflies you'd been trying to stomp out coming back. 

"I was waiting for you, it's really awkward being in a room with Aera she keeps on giving me a death glare." You laughed, bringing his eyes up to yours. 

"Y/N," He started his voice quiet. 

"Y/N!" Sena yelled running out and barrelling towards you a huge smile on her face. 

"WE JUST HIT A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS." 

"WE DID?" You asked your hand flying to your friend forcing Jeno to let go of your sleeve. 

"HELL YEAH WE DID," Aera said running into the hallway as well, as Sena pulled you in for a hug. Aera slamming into the both of you not even a second later. 

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You typically never paid attention to the hate, but as your numbers grew so did the rude and obnoxious comments. 

"You're not watching," Chenle whined as you scrolled on your phone. 

"Sorry." You mumbled as you tossed the phone onto the couch, your eyes caught Jeno's as you turned back to the TV. He'd started watching with you a couple of weeks ago. 

 You didn't keep your gaze with his long, just turned to the screen. But you couldn't watch, your brain was reeling with the hate. It was like they forgot you were a human being. Some people would act like you having other friends was a crime. There was a portion of the internet rioting over a photo of you and Jaemin. 

Renjun had wanted the boys to go get lunch together at a restaurant, complaining about being stuck inside all the time. No one had the heart to say no, not even you. 

The picture was taken as you all exited the place, Jaemin had grabbed the back of your shirt as you'd tripped, but it looked odd. The next photo was of him pulling you into him. 

That was a week ago the two of you were being called all sorts of names. Chenle had told you to ignore it, that it will blow over, but it was easier said than done. Not being able to focus as your eyes blurred you excused yourself to the bathroom. 

Taking your phone with you. Your hands shook as you locked the bathroom and sank to the floor, you were determined to not cry over the hate but it was starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.

You scrolled through your contacts and called your friends, neither answered. Their phones off. You knew they'd gone to see a movie today, but you'd hoped that maybe their phones wouldn't be off. 

You went to the sink and turned on the water, watching the cold water swirl into the drain as you tried to calm your breathing, it wasn't working. 

A knock on the bathroom door startled you. 

"Y/N" It was Jeno. "Are you okay?" He asked. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your eyes were red with unshed tears and you looked frazzled. 

"Y-yeah." You replied your voice shaking slightly. 

"Can I come in?" He asked. You froze for a second before turning off the faucet and unlocking the door letting him know he could come in. 

He opened the door slowly as he came into the bathroom. He looked at you for a second before his arms came around you pulling you into his chest. You began to cry, as he shushed you. He didn't say anything further, just held you until you calmed down. 

An hour later you were sat on his bed Jeno next to you as he told you about his favourite anime that he wanted you and Chenle to watch with him. You nodded as he spoke taking in every word that came out of his perfect mouth. 

You couldn't help but want to kiss him as his enthusiasm about the anime grew. His eyes were shining. You hadn't seen Jeno like this, and it wasn't helping with your feelings. Your heart was doing summersaults, he stopped talking as you stared at him. 

"Are you listening to me?" He asked snapping you out of your daze. 

"Of course." You replied crossing your legs on his bed as he moved closer to you. 

"Are you sure?" He asked, and you laughed awkwardly, "what did I just say?"  

"Are you sure?" You answered smartly, a teasing tone as you smiled at him. He narrowed his eyes at you, his lips pouting. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words flew out of your brain as Jeno pressed his lips against yours, his hand snaking around the side of your face as he pulled you to him. 

Shocked you pulled back, looking at him; eyes wide. 

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He said moving back from you. Your brain was in overdrive, so many thoughts flooded in as you stared at him. He was moving away from you. 

You ignored everything in your head and grabbed his wrist. 

"Don't apologize." You said and pulled him back to you, moving your lips to his again, you kissed him slowly taking in the way he felt against you. The way he still tasted like the chocolate he'd just eaten, and given you half of. 

You breathed heavily when he pulled away from you again. 

"Fuck." Was the only word that left his mouth as he stared at you before grabbing you again. 

The next day he texted you asking you to go to the park with him, you met him at the bench he'd given you the popsicles at. He was smiling at you as he approached you, his hand tucked behind his back. 

He came to a stop in front of you, and you looked up at him a curious expression on his face. 

"I got you something." He said and moved his hand towards you. A Levi pop animation bobblehead in his hand. 

"It's your favourite anime right?" You looked up at him shocked and nodded. 

"I knew it." 

[tintinwrites]

i dream too much | Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader | Part One

A/N: Just wanted to say that this is going to be a mini series, probably around six parts!!

Rating: 18+

Warning: Fem!Reader. It says Frankie x Reader but it is also Santi x Reader as well (this is a pining fic, my hoes). No smut, but it gets close...a lime if you will goodbye I am Ancient. Naughty words. Frankie gets his heart broken. Everyone is just stupid.

Word count: 2,251, apparently!!

Summary: Frankie decides to tell you he loves you, but he finds you in bed with someone.

GIF credit: ^ Please let me know if you don’t want me using your GIF!!

Tags: Open!!

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Frankie wondered if he should’ve dressed up a little more, but you’d never been one to insist on fancy dress.

How many times had you laid on his chest in nothing but a T-shirt and shorts when he was just in a shirt and jeans?

Regardless, he pulled off his V-neck and replaced it with a button down shirt, though it was short-sleeved and covered in a niche print.

It was fancier than his normal attire and showed that this was important to him, that this was an occasion that mattered and he wanted to show you that this meant a lot. That he wasn’t just looking for a good time because you were his friend and you had tits.

God, the way he zoned out in front of the mirror for a couple moments just thinking about your breasts wasn’t the point.

The point was that he’d been in love with you since practically the day he met you; your smile, your laugh, the way you touched his arm, all your jokes that nearly had him weeping from laughter...he never stood a chance, did he?

At first, he tried to convince himself that it was just a little crush because you were pretty and you were sweet to him, but it seemed like he just fell for you more and more each day. Even years into your friendship now, he still found little things about you that turned him into a fucking dope.

He was so terrified to ruin your friendship that he just kept it as a horrible, gnawing, yearning secret until he just couldn’t take it anymore. Not only was it eating away at him to pretend he wasn’t completely in love with you, but he didn’t think it was fair to you that he was having thoughts like this when you considered your friendship to be innocent.

When he went on another date with another person in his attempts to find someone as a way to get over his feelings for you, he realized it was definitely time that he told you for both your and his sake.

You would probably turn him down which would be okay even if it hurt like hell. He just didn’t want to keep harboring the secret like this even if you didn’t feel the same way.

That part made him a little nervous, but then he would remember one of the reasons why he was in love with you; you always called him ‘sweet Frankie’, even had it as his name in your phone with a couple heart emojis with it, and that made him think that maybe…

Well, it gave him the courage to admit to you what he felt whether you returned those feelings or not.

He decided to buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers and then panicked that it was a stupid, lame idea to buy you flowers, but he stuck with it so he wouldn’t have wasted the money. They were pretty, they smelled nice, they were a lot like you and he figured it would be good to lead with that.

I bought these for you because they reminded me of you and I love you.

That was stupid and didn���t even sound like something he would say. He hadn’t told someone he loved them since he was in his twenties and they broke up when he was thirty, and he hadn’t exactly had a long term relationship since then.

Every line or speech he planned just didn’t sound right, so he was just going to say whatever came to mind so it could be natural.

He hesitated when he stepped off the elevator and approached the door to your apartment, quickly forcing himself to knock before he could get scared enough to walk away.

You needed to know. He needed to tell you everything.

There was no answer and he thought that he tried to talk to you when you weren’t home, but he tried the doorknob and found that it wasn’t locked. Maybe you were just showering or something.

He stepped inside and shut the door, and he was just about to call out to you so he wouldn’t scare you with his presence when he heard the distinct sound of your laughter.

It was coming from the bedroom so he thought instead that you were just watching television, setting the bouquet down on your coffee table as he made his way down the little hallway that led to your room.

The door was open and he started to say your name, but paused when he stepped on something and looked down with his brow furrowed to find your bra on the floor. And your favorite shirt. There was a pair of lacy panties right outside the door and he had to force his gaze away from it as he moved closer.

He worried that maybe he was encroaching on some...alone time and he stared at the floor until he realized that you weren’t alone.

A man’s moan had him immediately jerking his head up to see that you were underneath someone; lips pressing, legs tangling, his hands wandering over your hips and your thighs and one of your hands moving in an obvious way within the man’s underwear.

Frankie’s heart would’ve dropped even if it was some complete stranger you’d picked up in a bar, but this wasn’t a stranger. Pope, his best fucking friend, was currently reaching between your legs to touch you.

He didn’t tell Santi or any of the other guys about his feelings for you, fearing ridicule or that they would tell you, but that didn’t mean it didn’t kill him to see his own best friend on top of the woman he loved.

It didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to see how enthusiastically you were enjoying him.

He’d been in love with you for years and Santi still beat him to you.

Not that it was a competition, not that you were a prize to be won, but...seeing the person he loved in the arms of someone he couldn’t even compare to was a bitter pill to take.

All he could do was stare in shock and disappointment, and there was a hollow ache that made it feel like someone was trying to push his chest right through his back.

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

Start telling you he loved you when Santi inevitably started fucking you? He couldn’t do that now, couldn’t tell you what he felt and humiliate and hurt you by awkwardly putting you on the spot when you were about to sleep with somebody else.

Once he was back in his right mind and realized he was impeding on a private moment and that his heart was sinking lower with each passing second, he knew he needed to leave. He would never tell you he’d been here and try to forget it himself.

That might have worked better if he didn’t step on your discarded underwear, slipping slightly since it was on the wood floor and stumbling into the wall. “Fuck!”

He heard a gasp and immediately looked to see that you had pushed Santi aside enough to see him, looking entirely mortified.

“Frankie?!” You hissed something to Santiago as you quickly shoved him off, grabbing the rumpled throw blanket from the foot of your bed to cover yourself.

Between your speed and Frankie’s respectfulness, he didn’t see more than a glimpse of you, but that didn’t stop him from blushing and sinking further against the wall in hopes that it would just swallow him and spit him out on another continent.

No such luck. He was still there, staring at the two of you. You were looking at him like a deer in headlights and Santi, though he covered the bulge in his underwear with a pillow, was grinning at him.

“You miss seeing my ass in the army showers or something, pendejo?” he teased since, yeah, Frankie would’ve gotten an eyeful of his ass if he’d just stood there silently.

“I was just...fuck, I was in the neighborhood and the door was unlocked…” He had a habit of taking off his hat and wringing it when he was anxious, but he only touched his hair when he reached up because he wanted to look good for you and hadn’t worn a hat.

“How much did you see?” Your question was practically squeaked out in embarrassment.

“Nothing.” Frankie was quick to reassure you, holding his hands up. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I should go.” His own embarrassment at his plans to tell you he loved you and at the two of you discovering he was there outweighed his pain for the moment, but he didn’t know how long it would. Both emotions made him want to run far, far away anyway.

“Oh, Frankie…” You started to get up and the way the blanket fell bared your hip to him and he—

“Don’t get up! I...I just stopped by because I was in the neighborhood, it’s not a big deal.” It was supposed to be a big deal. He supposed it still was, just not in the way he wanted.

He was supposed to tell you he loved you and he was supposed to be the one in your bed, but you’d chosen Santi before he could even get a chance.

He couldn’t help the jealousy that welled up in him; Santiago had always been handsome and charming where Frankie was average and too shy to go for half the things he wanted. He’d always looked up to him for that and now…

“Do you want some coffee?” you asked softly, looking guilty for the awkwardness of him witnessing such a moment.

With your offer was Santi’s hand rubbing your hip, trying to keep you in the mood despite the interruption, and you didn’t move away. Meaning you wanted to continue and Frankie was just a nuisance in that moment. “I’m good. I have, uh...a hip...appointment.”

He knew why he had hips on the brain, but his quick excuse just sounded silly to the two of you.

“You gettin’ old on me, ‘Fish?” Santi asked, eyebrows raised.

“Is everything okay?” The genuine concern in your voice made his chest squeeze, not any less in love with you than before even though he kind of hoped he would be.

“I mean...chiropractor appointment. I think I threw something out and I need, like...aligned and shit,” he mumbled, just wanting to leave as much as you two wanted to fuck.

“Oh, okay. Text me, let me know how it goes?” You smiled at him sweetly like you always seemed to do.

How could anyone be expected to not fall in love with you? He couldn’t even blame Santi for wanting you.

This was all probably just a hookup if he knew his friend, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you now. Or ever. Not knowing that you wanted Santi first, imagining the sympathy in your eyes when you would tell him you didn’t feel the same way.

What was a few more years of pretending he didn’t love you to a man who’d already spent this long doing so?

Maybe this was the push he needed to move on from his feelings for you and give his dates an actual chance before deciding he didn’t like them because they weren’t you.

“Please fucking go, man.” Santi’s tone was desperate and meaningful, nodding towards you subtly as if to tell Frankie he was about to fuck you and needed alone time like he didn’t know.

“See you.” He hated the way the other man was just acting like they were two buddies in a bar and you were just some pair of pants Santi managed to flirt his way into.

He quickly turned and made his way down the hall, kicking off the panties that were still wrapped around the toe of his boot. He didn’t even remember the bouquet of flowers, just walked to the door and left as quickly as he possibly could.

Frankie had been broken up with a couple times in his life; middle school, high school, his one long term relationship that ended when he was thirty. But none of those even compared to this.

Maybe it was because you didn’t know he loved you or maybe he felt a sense of betrayal despite never admitting to Santi how he felt. Maybe he loved you more than he’d ever love anyone in his life and this made his yearning permanent.

All he knew was that this hurt like hell and he couldn’t believe he ever thought a fucking love confession was a good idea.

You could have your pick of anyone and this just proved it. Why the fuck would you even look twice at him when there were guys like Santi around?

Being so close with you was more than enough and he was almost happy that he didn’t ruin it now, trying to convince himself that the whole situation had saved his ass.

It probably was just a crush he’d been harboring since he met you and he was just reading into it too much.

But as he climbed into his truck, and shut the door, and let his head thump back against the seat, he knew that he loved you and that now he would never be able to do a damn thing about it.

[oatmilkslytherin]

about time (g.weasley)

description: george weasley and fem!reader have been best friends ever since they began attending hogwarts together. after so many years of like turning into love, george feels as if he’s too late to confess his feelings towards his best friend who is now in a loving relationship with adrian pucey. that is, until he finds out adrian’s dirty secret.

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader, slight adrian pucey x fem!reader

warnings: mention of sexual themes

requested: yes / no

taglist: @jud3cardan​ @potatothingsz​ 

a/n: another character i’ve been dying to write for because i’m in love w the weasleys<33 also lowkey in love with adrian pucey sorry <33

you had been a quidditch fan since before you could remember. even before your attendance at hogwarts, your father used to keep you up to date on all the quidditch-related news, players, etc. so when you began attending hogwarts, your love for quidditch had only sky-rocketed. when your best friends joined the gryffindor house team, it doubled if even possible. 

although you never had a knack for playing, you absolutely loved watching your favorite twins causing a commotion up on their brooms. they would always be the ones to try to catch your eyes in the stands as you cheered relentlessly for them, but you couldn’t deny the fact that a certain pair of eyes always made you melt under them.

george weasley. even his name caused you to blush wildly at the mere sound of it. you and george had become best friends during your first year after a prank-gone-wrong in your potions class. although the memory was from long ago, you couldn’t forget his singed eyebrows and lime green hair. you, on the other hand, managed to get away with a lime-green stain on your robes. ever since then, it was history.

you had always thought your relationship with george was strictly platonic. you two spent many nights together planning pranks and distractedly studying for your classes. that was, until one night when fred had retrieved you from the library, out of breath as he ran up to you mumbling about fred’s disheveled and drunken state in the gryffindor common room. 

while you knew the gryffindor house was throwing a party for an end of the year celebration, you decided against attending due to your stress from o.w.l examinations. in the midst of your studying, fred had quickly but silently ran up to you in the library, his own steps slightly haphazard and clumsy as he crouched by your table. he claimed that george had a bit too much to drink, and was refusing to go to bed unless you were there with him. while the request caught you wildly off guard, you agreed and followed fred to the gryffindor common room to coax your best friend to turn in for the night.

while everything had been platonic up to that point, you couldn’t forget the way george clung to you as you walked him to his dorm. his half-lidded gaze and incoherent mumblings made you smile as you eventually reached his room. you were close to turn away until he insistently slurred on you staying with him for the night, to which you reluctantly agreed. since then, you haven’t been able to forget the way he wrapped himself around you under the covers, the way he drunkenly spoke about how much he loved you.

the next day, you began to think it was all either a lie, or he just meant it in the platonic sense. you decided on the latter, as he had been acting completely normal around you like the previous night never happened. 

you chose to never bring it up again in fear of ruining your friendship, but you couldn’t deny how undeniably infatuated you were with your best friend. 

now, you didn’t have time to remember or forget the incident. closely following george’s drunken night in the common room, you had been approached by none other than adrian pucey, the chaser for the slytherin quidditch team. you had always thought pucey was handsome, but more in an admiring-from-afar sort of way. it became much more than that, however, when you two began dating.

although george wouldn’t admit it, the thought of you dating pucey itched at his skin. he couldn’t stand being around you two when you were together, as it took every fibre of his being to not punch adrian into the ground for stealing you away.

you were never his to begin with, but he felt cheated. cheated in the way that he wanted you all to himself, and he would’ve loved the chance to soberly tell you that, but his own nerves and doubts got in the way. only after you and adrian started dating did fred accidentally spill the fact that you had basically been in love with george. george now kicked himself on not jumping on his only opportunity earlier, or what he thought was his only opportunity.

george wandered aimlessly around the quidditch pitch and changing rooms, kicking at the loose rocks and tufts of grass that got in his way. he didn’t want to be near the castle right now, as it only meant that he would have to deal with seeing you and adrian being all lovey-dovey during dinner. 

the thought killed him. he wanted nothing more than to be with you, both in a romantic and best friendship sort of way. that’s what he loved most about you; the way that you were so comfortable being your fully authentic self around him. now, he was reduced to only being your best friend. while he was still glad to be in your life in that sense, he knew deep down he wanted more. 

george stopped his pacing abruptly when he heard a slam come from the slytherin changing rooms. george furrowed his brows slightly at the sound, knowing that no one besides him would be out by the pitch during dinner. as his curiosity peaked, george quietly made his way into the slytherin changing rooms, poking his head through the doors to get a glimpse of the source.

what he saw then made his jaw drop to the floor.

adrian pucey with his trousers half down and a girl who was not you wrapped around his hips and pressed against the wall. adrian’s head snapped towards the door as george poked his head in, his eyes widening as he caught a glimpse. in a panic, he nearly dropped the nameless girl from her position on the wall, scrambling to pull his pants back up as the girl scrambled for her own shirt. 

george was absolutely stunned at the sight. while he had known pucey to be a rather egotistical slytherin, he never thought in a million years he would be a cheater. from what george saw, pucey seemed absolutely enamored by you, always hanging off of your arm and pressing soft kisses anywhere that you allowed. 

but this, definitely was not that.

“you’re a dead man, pucey,” george spat, shaking his head slightly before retreating from the slytherin changing rooms. adrian stuttered as he tried to think of some excuse, fumbling over his own feet as he paced after george, who was already heading back to the castle. 

“it’s not what it looks like, weasley. please don’t tell y/n,” adrian pleaded, running his hands through his hair in exasperation. george had only scoffed, not even bothering to turn to face adrian in fear that he would only punch him, both for the fact that he had cheated on the girl he loved, as well as the fact that he took her from him in the first place.

“right, like i’m not going to tell my best friend you’re shagging someone else during dinner. tough luck, buddy,” george laughed lightly in attempt to suppress his anger towards the situation. without another word, george paced fervently back into the castle with only one thing on his mind: you.

-

word got around hogwarts fast. most people shunned adrian for doing something so harsh to someone like you, someone who wouldn’t even dare hurt a fly. others thought it was typical of him to do something so vile given his egotistical nature. you, on the other hand, were entirely heartbroken and shattered by the news.

thankfully, george was the one to tell you. he told you how he found them in the slytherin changing rooms by the pitch, and how he pleaded him not to tell you. you thanked him for being honest, but it didn’t change the fact that your now ex-boyfriend was cheating on you for merlin knows how long. 

adrian had tried to apologize to you and mend what he broke. you were not having any of it, though. 

it had been a week since george told you the gut-wrenching news. you figured the entire situation was over and done with since adrian had not even attempted to make amends. you were proved wrong, however, when a sharp knock elicited from your dorm room door. you reluctantly pried it open, your eyes meeting none other than adrian himself, his own cheeks slightly flushed and stained with tears. looking at him, you thought you would burst into tears. you only allowed yourself to remain emotionless and cold as he stood in front of you.

“please, y/n. it was a mistake. i love YOU, and only you,” adrian pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes as he croaked out his cries. you only shook your head, scoffing at his attempts to fix his horrid mistake.

“if you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have done it. we’re done, pucey, end of the story,” you ruthlessly spat at him, anger overcoming your entirety as you spoke. before he could get another word in, you muttered another short ‘no’ followed by lesser kind words before you slammed the door in his face. 

less than a minute later, another knock sounded from your door, making you groan in frustration. you pried yourself from the comfort of your bed once more, stomping over to the door before wrenching it open.

“i told you, pucey. i’m not getting back-” you cut your sentence short as your gaze met the figure’s in front of you, who was most definitely not adrian.

george stood with his eyes wide at your slight outburst, a small grin tugging at his lips despite your frustration.

“remind me to never cross you,” george spoke lightheartedly. your hardened gaze softened as you stepped to the side, welcoming george into your dorm. you shut the door softly behind him as he sat at the edge of your bed.

“i’m sorry, adrian was just here, i thought he came back for some forsaken reason,” you grumbled, letting yourself slouch back onto your bed next to george. george only gave you a soft, sympathetic smile, turning to face you.

“how are you feeling?” george asked as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. it was the smallest of affections, but it made you blush uncontrollably. you tried to suppress it by averting your attention to the space in between you and him.

“fine, i suppose. i cried it all out, now i’m just angry, i think,” you spoke truthfully. in the past two days of your heartbreak, you had grown to realize that the thought of adrian cheating on you hurt, of course, but you didn’t want to waste tears on someone who didn’t appreciate you enough to begin with. the more you thought about it, the more you realized that adrian’s love language was all for show. on paper, he appeared like an absolute gentleman who could do no harm. behind closed doors, however, it was like he didn’t care if you were there or not. 

in your opinion, it all seemed like an unnecessary, grotesque publicity stunt. the only thing adrian didn’t realize, though, was that there was no one who cared about him enough to watch. 

“i’m sorry, y/n. you deserve better,” george spoke, his hand reaching to grab yours in his, grazing his thumb lightly over the back of your hand. shivers shot throughout your spine at his touch, the heat rising back to your cheeks as you suppressed the soft smile pulling at your lips. 

besides your sudden realization that adrian had no sustenance in a relationship, you also couldn’t help but wonder if you only said ‘yes’ to him because you wanted to get your mind off of someone else. while you admitted that it wasn’t fair of you to write your relationship with adrian off as you just using him to get over your unrequited love of george, you knew that deep down you knew it was never meant to last. 

now, as george sat side-by-side with you, your hand in his as he traced indefinable figured on the back of your hand, you realized that all you wanted all along was him. 

you glanced up at george quickly before settling your gaze back on the bedding, a soft smile stringing along your lips.

“yeah? like who?” you asked, laughing slightly at your own question. george smirked as his other hand reached up, two of his fingers tucking themselves under your chin and pulling your face up to look him in the eyes. your body was coursing with nerves and excitement, your heart beating rapidly as you had just taken note of the close proximity between you two. 

“i, for one, would never cheat on you,” george said playfully, a red hue glazing his features as he smiled at you. you couldn’t help but smile back at him as you stared deeply into his brown eyes.

“well, i suppose that would apply if we were dating, but we’re not,” you spoke equally as playfully. george let out a light laugh as he inched his face closer to yours, your noses grazing against one another’s. your heart beat increased rapidly as you felt his warm breath against your lips, your own breath hitching at his closeness.

“we could be. and i could tell you over and over again how wonderful and worth it you are,” george said, his voice barely above a whisper. you bit down on your lower lip lightly as your mind raced with the idea of being with the one person you haven’t been able to get your mind off of for who knows how long.

“i suppose we could, then,” you breathlessly replied. george smiled at your flustered response, finally closing the gap between the two of you and pressing his lips against yours. 

you immediately melted into the kiss, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you tangled one of your hands in his soft hair. george immediately responded to your actions by settling his hands on your waist, pulling you closer into him until your legs draped over his lap. 

your lips met his with enraged passion, smiles and laughter spilling from both of your mouths as your lips met over and over again in pure ecstasy. in a slight fit of laughter, you both pulled away, breathless and eyes sparkling with excitement. you and george still remained tangled together, looking into each other’s eyes as you smiled widely. 

george pressed a few more sweet kisses to multiple plots on your face, nearly assaulting you with his lips on your skin. you couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter, your head spinning at the thought of finally being able to kiss your best friend. george couldn’t suppress his own smiles and laughs, leaning down to press a final kiss to your lips.

“merlin, you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do that.”

[evera6234]

Gotham’s Salty WIP: Chapter I

RATING: T (Teen for cursing and stuff, this may change)

SUMMARY: 

Basically, the typical Daminette with a bit of lime and spice. Borderline crack fic bc i cant without humor. 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes to Gotham whilst carrying three years worth of emotional baggage, what she does with it, we don't know. Does she lug it around? Probably. Does she kick it off a skyscraper? Not probable, but maybe. Does she use it to drop kick an unsuspecting liar. Most definitely.                ~~~> EDITED BY OLLIETHETURTLE ON AO3

Transferred from AO3. 

Lemme know if ya wanna be tagged

OK. Umm.. First fic on AO3. K. We doin this, and we starting with this god awful piece of trash. Yes. Life. Fuck. 

Things ur signing up for:

Big boi Mari & Chloe Friendship Good Vibes TM

My ass shitting on Adrien bc im a salty bitch (and if u aint about that life, its ok. U can leave bc im not interested in fighting with people. No offence or disrespect to adrien stans but yea)

And Adrien stalker moments

Lila and Alya salt (plz see “im a salty bitch”)

Shitty update schedule, if any. I’m counting on yall to harass me to write.

Marinette & Jason “sibling-esque” relationship bc we all need that

An obscene amount of cursing (as you can already tell)

The class will not be  “Our singular communal brain-cell is fucking dead, help.” levels of dumb, but still “I have the IQ of a wet potato sack” levels of dumb.

Eventual negation of canon bc we live that life

“Espresso with a dash of Depresso” Moments TM

I'm originally an MLB fan. So do what you will with that info.

The good old “Ozmav AU” but with some lime and spice

As slow burn as I can

Mental Health stuff and the repercussions of having multiple identities treated completely differently

And the crown jewel of this entire fic… Auntie Harley and Ivy.

And….. sorry…. Ppl will kinda be OOC but im trying my very best. 

Tbh I have no idea where this going rn but... i mean… it going somewhere (specifically hell) because everything does. Leave ideas plz, don’t kill me. Just bully me. 

So yea. Lemme know what u want and if I want to, I might just squeeze it into the fic (if it fit ofc, im not just gonna add random 50 year time-lapses). I'll try my best ;)))) (<-- my quadruple chin)

~

Chloe’s head hangs heavy on Mari’s shoulder as the pressurised air surrounding them vibrates with the sounds… of well… a plane. Chloe had a tough couple weeks; late night combat practises with the new team (LB, Hornet, Viperion and Ryuuko) has obviously taken a toll on her partner. Both wrapped in a thick velvet blanket that Chloe remembered to pack (thank kwami) sharing a pair of headphones, both were lulled into a peaceful slumber.

Alya laughs as Lila tips her small glass of diet coke (that a flight attendant painstakingly poured for her) on a sleeping Marinette’s side of Chloe’s blanket, effectively waking her up. “Oopsies! Sorry Marinette! You see, the cabin air has really been worsening my arthritis. I didn’t mean it! I swear! Cross my heart!” apologized Lila with fake concern as Alya giggles beside her. 

Marinette, literally seeing Lila’s crossed figures behind her back says “At least Chloe is still sleeping, she needs the rest.” Alya, Lila and her empty cup saunter beck to their seats nearby. 

~

Mari and her class finally land in Gotham’s cold December night. Freshly hushed into a private shuttle, the class are driven to their hotel. It is late: around 3:30 AM. With heavy eyelids the class gazed out the bus’s windows in awe. The merging view of traffic and Christmas lights chase them to their residence. No one really remembers or knows what happened that night. Just the feeling of falling, be it into a white fluffy hotel comforter or into the crisp Gotham air. 

~

“Oh! My! Gosh!!!” hears Marinette as Lila on the bus to Wayne Enterprise. “I feel so. At. Home!” In Marinette’s tired ears, there were more exclamation marks. 

“Of course… The only thing that can inhabit Gotham alleyways are cockroaches and villains,” Chloe grumbles beneath her breath, looking out the window.

“What have I ever done to you Chloe?” Lila cries, “I understand why Marinette bullies me, she is a jealous and vile girl. But I thought you, Chloe, want to be a better person, not a bully like that bitch, Marinette!”

“How dare you. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU!” Chloe yells as the recent words loop in her mind, 

“Not gonna call your daddy, huh?” Alya taunts. 

Chloe, with tears in her eyes begins, but is quickly interrupted by Marinette, “No she will not. She doesn’t need to. Chloe grew a lot over the last couple months, I’m so proud of her. She doesn’t need your bitch-ass approval.” Marinette grasps Chloe’s hand which previously wrapped itself around the fabric of Chloe’s heavy caramel winter coat.

“Quiet on the bus!”, A yell came from the front.

“But, Mr. Bus Driver… Marinette is being a…”

“Shut it! Y’all want me to kamikaze this shit into a building? I’m guessing y’all value your lives so shut it!” 

“Ms.Guardian, can I please have a cookie?” Pollen softly asks from the inside of Chloe’s giant white faux leather handbag.

“Shh… Pollen! Now’s not the time!!!” stresses Tikki.

“Please Ms. Guardian!!! I’m so so so hungry. This bag isn’t very warm and it’s taking all my energy to keep warm. A lil blubber wouldn’t hurt…. please!!”.

“Of course Pollen,” quietly respond Mari with a grin, “Here you go.” She pulls out a couple cookies from a Tupperware and hands them to Pollen. “Please share them with Tikki,” whispers Marinette into the bag. 

Marinette and Chloe then hears two tiny “thank you”s followed by the sound that can only be described increasingly aggressive chomping. Both girls giggle quietly.

~

“Welcome to Gotham,” says an unenthusiastic man at the front desk. “Congratulations, you are…” He checks his computer. “On time? Interesting.”

“Yes, we are aware,” grumbles Mrs. Bustier, already done with the man’s attitude.

“Okay so before the tour starts I’m doing to need the student who set-up this field trip to sign a couple forms and stuff. Here ya go.” The man pushed a thicc pile of paper into the teachers hand. 

“Oooh! That would be me sir!” Lila chirped, intercepting the papers before skipping back to her posse of her’s. A few seconds after beginning to fill out paperwork Lila cries “Ouch! My wrist! My arthritis! Can someone help me filling out all these form.” 

“I’ll fill them out, I’m only going to need your signatures,” offered Max.

“Thank you Max, you are so sweet!” Lila complements. 

“Of course, your arthritis was badly affected by the altitude yesterday, you shouldn’t be staining your wrist so early!” Max blushed. 

“Maribug, you gonna to say something?” 

“Nah, just watch. Entertainment without a Netflix membership.”

[spencessmile]

This Isn’t Who You Are

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary - Spencer gets involved when some not so friendly touches are made from a stranger.

Warnings - Swearing & Angst

Word Count - 1,698 words

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“She bolted for the door and I never saw her again,” The whole team laughs at your story.

“This is my favorite story you’ve told so far,” JJ said. “How do you find yourself in these situations?”

“Honestly I have no idea.”

“Alright, I need more tequila! Anyone else?” Emily said, getting up.

“Yeah, sure,” You smile. “You want anything, Spence?”

“Sure,” He replies as Emily walks off.

“Hey,” You reach for Spencer’s cheek. “Try to let loose tonight, alright?”

“Yeah,”

Emily comes back in no time with shot glasses, Garcia hands them out as everyone downs them in seconds.

“Let’s get the party started!” Garcia cheered, squeezing lime into her mouth.

**

After another hour, six rounds of playing darts you noticed Spencer starting to get clingy. You pulled him away and sat him down.

“Spencer, you okay?” You ask, as his eyes were looking around the bar.

“Yeah, yeah, totally fine,” He mumbles. He tried to reach for a glass on the table but you immediately stopped him.

“Maybe we should get you some water, how does that sound?” You ask, but Spencer shook his head.

“I don’t want water, I want more Vodka! I totally understand why Emily likes to get drunk! This stuff is amazing!” He yells over the loud music playing.

You laugh at his response. “Babe, you’ve had enough to drink. Maybe drink some water then we can ge-”

“Can I drink more vodka after?” Spencer’s eyes were wide.

“Sure,” You lied.

You wanted Spencer to let loose and have fun tonight but in all the years you’ve been with Spencer you’ve never seen Spencer drink so much. It sort of worried you.

“Sit tight for a minute and I’ll be right back,” Spencer pulled at your arm.

“Don’t leave me all alone,” He pouted.

“The team is right here babe, I’ll be back,” You pointed to them as Emily and Derek were fighting over the dartboard.

“You have 60 seconds to come back and your time starts now,” He holds up his watch. “I’m counting.”

“Okay.”

You made your way around people dancing and the gaming section. You got the bar and asked for a glass of water. Once you got the glass of water you started to make your way back to the table as someone got pushed into you with force, letting the glass slip from your hand and break.

“Watch the hell out!” The guy raised his voice at you.

“Maybe you should watch your surroundings,” You mutter, slightly annoyed. You start to make your way through the crowd when you feel someone grab your arm; harshly.

You turned around to see the same guy from seconds ago, you tried to pull your arm back but his grip was tight.

“What the hell did you say to me?” He said with clenched teeth.

“Let go of my arm,” You tugged at your arm but he pulled you close enough to where you could smell nothing but alcohol on him.

“Not a chance honey, you have to apologize!”

“You bumped into me not the other way around so therefore you should be apologizing to me.” You try to step back but he wouldn’t let you. “I’m not kidding, let go of me.”

“I’m pretty sure she said to let go,” You hear someone say from behind you.

Spencer.

“Back off, will you?” The guy pushes Spencer as he tumbles back a bit.

“Did you touch me?” You don’t know what you saw in Spencer but something flipped the switch as you saw him get angry.

“Spencer it’s okay,” You place a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s not okay! He grabbed you,” Spencer yells.

“It’s not my damn fault that your clumsy ass girlfriend can’t see for shit!” This guy was trying to piss Spencer off and as far as you could see, it was working.

“Spencer please don’t, it’s not worth it,” Spencer wasn’t even looking at you. “Come on.”

“Better listen to your girl.”

“Spencer turns around, please,” You continue to say as Spencer turns around with you.

“That’s right walk away! Your skinny ass looking like a pipe cleaner wouldn’t have the guts to fight me anyway!” As you walk past the guy, he sticks out his foot causing you to stumble and fall.

As you fell, you felt your head hit something, hard.

“Did you not hear me when I said not to touch her!” You hear Spencer yell as everything is blurry to you.  Before you could even process what was happening, Spencer’s fist was in the guys’ face.

“Spencer!”  

But it was too late. The guy swung back, hitting Spencer in the cheek.

“Morgan! Morgan! Hotch!” You yelled, still on the ground. You felt something seeping down the side of your forehead; blood.

Spencer and the guy continued to yell at each other, no matter how loudly you screamed, neither of them stopped. You have never seen Spencer like this and you didn’t like what you were seeing. Spencer isn’t a violent person. He’s soft and caring.

You’re trying to get up as you start to feel light-headed until you see blurry figures running towards you.

“Reid, knock it off!” You hear Morgan’s voice.

“That’s enough!” You hear Hotch.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You hear Emily’s voice. “Y/n, look at me,” You’re finding it hard to concentrate as you feel someone wrap their arms around your shoulder. “I’m right here. You’re okay.”

“Reid, that’s enough!” Hotch shouts, gripping his arm. You blink a couple of times until Morgan comes into vision as he pushes the other guy away from Spencer. “Stop it!” Spencer is heavily panting as Hotch stands in front of him, keeping him away.

You see Rossi rush over to the bar and tell the bartender something.

Spencer pushes Hotch away as he walks towards you but Emily stands in front of you.

“Go,” She points to the door. “Get some air, now.”

Spencer sighs, leaving the room.

Garcia rushes to your side. “Y/n, your bleeding.”

**

You sat on the back of the ambulance, letting the EMT patch your forehead. You watched Spencer as he sat on the curb with his head in his head.

What on earth was going on with him?

You thanked the EMT as you got off the ambulance, the team was all gathered by the door, just watching Spencer as well.

“Hey, you doing okay?” JJ speaks up softly, rubbing your shoulder as you nod.

You all stood there for a couple of minutes, not saying anything. Morgan starts to move towards him but you stop him.

You walk up to Spencer and sit down beside him. You both didn’t say anything but now Spencer was rubbing his knuckles. You softly grabbed his hand and ran your thumb over his knuckles as Spencer winced in pain.

“Sorry.”

Spencer looked at your wrist and grabbed it, pushing up your sleeve. “He felt marks on you,” It was like Spencer was telling himself more than you.

You looked down and noticed a small blue and purple bruise starting to form.

“You shouldn’t have hit him.”

“But he hurt you.”

“But that doesn’t mean you hurt people,” You slightly raise your voice as Spencer looks into your eyes.

“I know.”

“I don’t know who that was inside,” You whisper honestly. “I don’t know the person who was beating up that guy. You don’t do this type of stuff.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Spencer’s words seemed so sincere.

You ran your thumb over his cheek and he slightly pushed away from your touch.

“Is it bad?”

Spencer shrugs “I’ll live.” It was just then Spencer realized you had a bandage on your forehead and you could tell he instantly got tense.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“Does it hurt?”

“I’ll live.”

“Babe, I’m sorry I never wanted things to get so bad. I just don’t know what came over me.”

“I know, but you did let your temper get the best of you tonight.”

“I’m aware and I’m sorry.”

“I know you were just trying to protect me. I love that you stand up for me and that you don’t let people treat me that way. But you could have really got hurt.”

“We hunt serial killers every day and you think a bar fight would have killed me?” Spencer raised his eyebrow.

“You know what I mean,” He nods. “What happened tonight? I’ve never seen you this angry, ever. You’re good at sharing your problems with me instead of going around and punching random people in the face,” Spencer laughs.

“I guess I’ve just been a little stressed with this job,” You know there was more than that to it. You nod as you encourage him to continue “and my mom.”

You rested your head against his shoulder as Spencer grabbed your hand, lacing it with his.

“Then please talk to me. I’m always here.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You look at him.

“For always being there,” You smile.

“So, does this mean your planning on getting into more bar fights, or was this your first and last?”

“I think I’m done.”

“Good,” You reply.

“For now,” He said as you rolled your eyes at him. “Are we okay?” Spencer asked, kissing your hand.

“Do I have to worry about you?” You ask honestly.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Then we’re good.” Spencer leans in and you lightly kiss him. “Does this mean that you’ll leave the fighting to the professional actors then?”

Spencer laughs at your question. “You really think your funny, don’t you?”

“I do but trust me when I say you’re going to hear about this for years to come,” You reply.

“I’m okay with that,” He said leaning in to kiss you again.

**

I think I love you a little bit more every day - Unknown

[alfredosauce50]

You’re gonna go far, kid [Punk! England x reader]

Synopsis: Ever since coming to England to study, you haven’t had the time to do what made you come in the first place--tourism! The only friend you have is an exchange student from Russia, Ivan, so why not kill two birds with one stone? He schedules a little playdate with Arthur, a local, so he can show you around the hottest spots in London. You two immediately hit it off. Ivan is quick to notice his interest in you, so he starts teasing the poor man and making things hard for him. Camden is the last destination, and there’s no saying when he’ll ever see you again. Will he be able to get over himself and ask you out before the night ends?  Note: Attractions are italicized and have a link to a picture. Wordcount: 4,641 The reader is referred to as she/her.

This was the day you had been dreading, and yet, looking forward to. The first part was easy to explain. Picking up your hot latte, you set it down after a quick sip. You didn’t even have time to enjoy it. Not when you were typing away at your keyboard like a speed demon. You promised your friend you would finish your assignment before today’s meet-up, but your procrastination habits were a bitch. Nevertheless, you were eager to uphold your side of the deal, even if it meant stressing your hair out to get it done. 

So long as he didn’t show up before you were done, right? 

After burning your tongue for the second time that morning, you let out a small groan at the sting you felt but gasped at what you saw outside the window. It was a sound made from genuine terror--rather than the quiet streets of London at seven AM, you spotted a man pressing his face right up to the glass. And he was staring at you, menacingly. 

Anybody would’ve been creeped out by the sight, but you knew the guy. “Aha--Ivan! Hey! Morning?” You began rather awkwardly. 

He waved in response, and his glower melted away in exchange for a childlike smile. “Dobroye utro, (F/N)! I hope that’s not your assignment you’re doing.” He hummed, placing two hands on the glass to peer at your screen from outside. Oh shit. Glancing briefly at said screen, you turned it away before clicking the upload button. 

“Of course not.” You grinned, shutting your laptop immediately after. “I was just... Surfing the net. Checking Instagram. You know?”

“Is that so? I’m gonna check.” He made his way inside. And in no time, he was looming over your shoulder to start browsing through your internet history. You, on the other hand, were sweating balls. 

“You’re so funny, (F/N). Who checks Instagram on their computer?”

It seemed like only yesterday he was the oblivious exchange student from Russia who had no concept of social media. He had been a country bumpkin through and through, but a few semesters after befriending you, your influence rubbed off on him. Even you had no idea what went through your head when decided to talk to him, the intimidating new kid who spoke broken English, but there was no turning back now. He was attached to you by the hip and picked up on your habits faster than you could deal. 

He only became more of a menace when he discovered Twitter.

A displeased expression contorted at his expression when he saw that there was no evidence of you ‘surfing the net’. Google Docs couldn’t possibly count, after all.  “... Hm... Apparently, not you. Why didn’t you finish this yesterday, sunflower? Remember our promise?” 

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I passed out last night. But hey, I technically finished it before you came, didn’t I?” 

He craned his head from side to side in thought. “Maybe. But if you hadn’t, you know what that means.” Ivan coiled his arms around your neck and a sickeningly sweet smile curled up at his lips. 

“You will come with me to Moscow for Christmas!” 

A chill ran down your spine at the thought. Going to Russia was bad enough. But during Winter? You were never good with the cold. If you could barely handle London, Moscow was out of the question. “Oh God, please no.” He nodded giddily. “I’m never going to Russia. Maybe I’d consider it during Summer, but--anyway, that’s not the point here! I didn’t break any promises so I won’t be turning into a popsicle this year. Got that?” 

He pouted. “Aw...” 

“You damn sadist.” 

“Hehe.” 

“I wonder how you even became friends with him. Arthur, was it? Poor dude.” You mumbled, but he didn’t look all too offended. 

He tapped his chin and hummed. “Now that you mention it.” Then, he let out a short laugh. “It’s a long story. Let’s just say it was a happy little accident.”

“Unfortunate.” 

“But don’t worry! I don’t plan on bothering you as much as him today.” Ivan clarified, earning a slow nod from you. Phew. The clock was inching closer to eight and you weren’t much of a morning person, so hearing that was like music to your ears. “That’s why I wanted you to finish your work yesterday. I want him to be the only one making mistakes! It’s interesting to see him mess up and get embarrassed.” 

You had to wonder if he was using ‘interesting’ as a synonym for fun because he was clapping. “... Ivan, you really are a sadist.” 

The two of you stayed in that café for another hour or so, ordering some breakfast during your stay. Once the table was cleared and the bill was paid, you and he caught a bus to the London eye. You could marvel at the iconic ferris wheel for a few minutes as you walked up to the London aquarium next to it, your first stop. The building was huge to start with, and it didn’t look like they’d be storing fish in there considering how fancy it was. But wasn’t everything in England fancy? 

“He should be waiting in the front. Look for a short grouchy man with a bad taste in fashion.” You shot him a weird look, beckoning him to elaborate. 

“... And blonde hair.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll try my best.” Glancing around the sea of people filled with tourists, couples, and families, you skimmed the crowd for someone who fitted the description--but to no avail. It was only when they walked up to you both did you find the guy. He had short and choppy blonde hair that framed a heart-shaped face, and under his fringe was a pair of lime green eyes staring on with a neutral expression. And did Ivan say he had bad taste?

You couldn’t agree. Yes, his charcoal pants were ripped and he had a bandana tied around his neck with a Union Jack on it. But he still had a kind of style you liked. Under his black leather jacket was a gray shirt, and combined with the piercings in his right ear, you couldn’t help admiring him for a second. 

“Arthur! I was wondering if you were trampled because we couldn’t find you.” Ivan began, causing the said man to furrow his brows. And boy, were they thick. 

“You just arrived, so don’t start now you twat.” He grumbled. Ivan never teased you for your height, even when you were a little shorter than the Brit. He always found it cute, but you figured it was only because you didn’t care. The Russian always found amusement in poking fun at others, after all. “Anywho, I’m glad I won’t be spending the whole day alone with you.” 

Turning to you with a soft smile this time, he held out a hand for you to shake. “Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland.” 

You shook it, but not without a laugh. It hadn’t even been a minute since meeting him, and his personality seemed to clash violently with his appearance. He sounded so prim and proper, but his outfit screamed punk rock. 

“(L/N). (F/N) (L/N).” 

He released you from his grip. Placing his hands on his hips with an accusing stare, he felt a grin upturn his lips. “Are you copying me, (F/N)?” 

“I don’t know. Do all British people introduce themselves like James Bond?” 

Arthur clicked his tongue. “... Not all of them. Just a force of habit.” 

“Mhm. Right, right. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Arthur. I’m a student here too and I could only imagine how busy it gets for you--so thanks for coming out today!” He didn’t respond to those comments and simply nodded. 

Ivan stayed quiet in the back, but he was probably reading the atmosphere like he always did when he didn’t speak. 

“It’s nice to meet you too.” The blonde turned on his heel and closed his eyes. “As much as I’d like to stay out here and chat, we can do that in the aquarium. Wouldn’t wanna waste our tickets, do we?” 

While the group of three wandered slowly through the establishment, Ivan lingered in the background while you walked in the front with the Brit. For the first ten minutes, you’d look at him expectantly, gesturing for him to join in the conversation. As the mutual, wasn’t he supposed to be the icebreaker? He’d shake his head every time, offering you a smile as if to say, go and make some friends. But soon, this brief spell of irritation morphed into gratitude.

“I’ve been here probably a hundred times, so don’t take it personally when I don’t seem as excited as you.” Turning to him to watch his face as he spoke--which was filtered through a bluish tinge from the Antarctic setting-- you only caught a brief glimpse of it before he turned away. Huh. Maybe it was just you not paying enough attention. 

Either way, what came out of your mouth next would surely grab his. 

“Don’t worry about it. But hey, this is the first time you’ve been here with me, so look alive, won’t you?” It happened to be a slip of the tongue, something bold and improvised, but luckily, he reacted fairly quickly before the regret set in.

“Oi, you better not be flirting with me already,” Arthur grumbled, feeling another smile come as he heard you chuckle. Since when was he this expressive? He pinned it on the fact that he was starting to have a little fun himself. 

“Couldn’t imagine it.” Before he could add anything else, you hopped in front of the penguins and started waving your friend over with great gusto. “Ivan, c’mere. Arthur, mind taking a photo of us?” Once he joined your side, the two of you held up peace signs for the Brit to snap a photo. 

“Ivan, change your pose. We can’t have both of you doing the same thing.” 

The said man moved his peace sign to the back of your head so he could stick two fingers over it. “Is that better?”

“... Better.” Trailing his emerald eyes to you, he felt his cheeks heat up a touch at the sight of you grinning ear to ear. What the fuck, Arthur. Just take the damn photo. And that was exactly what he did, showing you both right after. Whatever just happened, he boiled it down to him idealizing a stranger. That was right. He had yet to get to know you, so his perception of you couldn’t be any better at this stage. 

But there was one thing he couldn’t deny.

“Damn, I look really ugly in this. You two better not post this anywhere.” You settled a hand over the screen to lower it with a nervous laugh. Then, you looked away, and what was that? You looked a little flustered. 

You were cute.

Hanging his head to look at the photo, he knitted his brows together. You? Ugly? He couldn’t imagine it. 

“... I bet I could take an even uglier one of you.”

Spinning back to him, you folded your arms. “What did you say?” 

“Nothing.” He shook his head slowly, and the amusement in his voice made it blatantly obvious he was lying. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

Walking off at that, Ivan followed. Because he was behind him, he could brush his shoulders against his. Arthur looked up at that, but almost wished he didn’t. Ivan was smiling down at him so shrewdly, it was threatening. Then, he raised a hand to his mouth so he could laugh softly. “Huhu. You like (F/N)~” 

His eyes flew open and blood rushed up to his face. “What the hell gave you that impression? I literally just met them!” As adamant as he sounded, he knew deep inside he liked you, but only platonically. Your personality was refreshing, and talking to you was as easy as breathing. Even if it wasn’t platonic attraction, he was endlessly frustrated the other figured it out earlier than he could. 

Whatever it was, he was certainly more sociable than usual, even to the point of being a tease. And not to mention the rosy cheeks. Maybe he should’ve just kept his trap shut--otherwise, his huge outburst let Ivan milk the obvious. Fuck. He even started to giggle like a schoolchild. 

Giving him a rough shove, he muttered a string of curses under his breath.  “I bloody hate your arse, you know that?” He hissed, his face now redder than a tomato. God, why he did have to be born so pale? Every slight change to his complexion was jarring, and it was embarrassing. 

“Don’t hate me because I’m right,” Ivan hummed, joining his side as your back came into view. “Once you realize, it’ll be too late. I’m not letting you have (F/N). I will always be (F/N)’s number one.” Lighting up at that, he skipped off to you in the front. “Wait for me, sunflower! Don’t leave me alone with Arthur!”

Arthur stopped in his tracks and clenched his fists. How annoying. If he was going to continue being a little tyke, then he figured he’d up his game as well. He didn’t know what that exactly entailed yet, but he’d do it. Ivan didn’t even sound like he wanted anything more than friendship, so what was with that? Pointing a finger at him as he walked off with you, his face scrunched up. 

“What did you even call me out for then, you idiot? I’m supposed to be guiding you both!” Picking up his pace at that, he slotted himself between you and him. Flashing you a brief smile, he gave Ivan another push without breaking eye contact. “It’s a tight fit for three, so he’ll stay in the back.” 

“Hey, no fair!” 

By the time the whole aquarium was toured, you and Arthur were laughing to yourselves while leaving through the exit. 

But the joyful atmosphere was short-lived. 

The Ferris wheel just outside was the next stop, and the Brit offered to splurge a little to have a carriage without strangers. That way, you could run around as much as you wanted, even if that meant leaving the two men to sit in their lonesome. While Ivan was sitting on the bench in the centre out of his own volition, the same couldn’t be said for him. 

Sitting back to back to the other, he pressed his legs firmly together and leaned over in a hunch. Then, he dug his hands through his hair, all while keeping his round eyes fixated on the ground. His heart couldn’t stop pounding, and his head was spinning like a carousel. What was he thinking, taking you here? That was right. This was an iconic destination you couldn’t miss, that was why. He was initially planning on staying back there on the ground, but you were so excited, he couldn’t help but hop on with you. 

Fuck. Maybe Ivan was right about him. But he wouldn’t let him know it. Speaking of the guy, he didn’t know if he was sitting there by choice, or just rubbing it in. While he was incapacitated by fear so he couldn’t even stand, he was sitting there because he wanted to. 

“You should’ve stayed on the ground if this was going to happen.” 

Arthur screwed his eyes shut and tightened his arms around his stomach. “... Shut up.” 

“I was just saying.” Ivan murmured, looking at him over his shoulder. Poor guy. He really was down bad, wasn’t he? Down bad for you, that was. Too bad Arthur was hoping he wasn’t convinced--but it was too obvious. So all Ivan wanted was to prove his point, and later on, keep you away from him. But maybe he’d save it until after the ride was over. “... This ride is thirty minutes long. You’ll live.” 

He heard the other groan. “Thirty minutes? How long has it been?” 

“Mm... Ten.” 

“Fuck me.” 

Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be long before you would pull away from the railing and return to the company of the two. Arthur had been praying that somehow, you’d leave him alone sitting there, pathetically, but he couldn’t expect something so cold from you. So while he hung his head, he wasn’t surprised to feel your hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, you okay?” He heard you ask, but he never looked up. 

“... Yeah. Just give me a minute.” 

“I have. Ten, actually.” Taking a seat beside him, you leaned down to peer at his face, which was a few shades paler than normal. He didn’t even have the energy to respond, and kept his eyes fixed to the ground. Concern immediately contorted at your features, especially when he looked so shaken. “Arthur, you look a little sick. What’s wrong? Can you talk?” 

He shook his head slowly before managing a weak smile at you. “Sorry, love.” It didn’t even faze him he just called you that. He was far too uncomfortable to feel the embarrassment from a nickname he should’ve saved until a little later. 

“I’m not... Too good with heights. Never have been... I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” His voice was slow and faint, and you were beginning to suspect he was having a panic attack. “... Sorry if I seem a little lame.” 

“No, of course not.” You frowned. “Things like this happen. Just breathe with me, okay? You can do it. Just count to ten.” 

Arthur took a deep inhale. “... Okay.” 

Around ten minutes later of these exchanges, he calmed down some, especially when you kept on reminding him that the carriage was finally descending. Once the ride was over, you had to help him up and walk him out. Now that he had his two feet planted firmly on the ground, it didn’t take long for him to recover. Even then, you remained rather cautious and stuck with him on your journey to Soho. By the time everyone took their seats in Circolo Popolare, a beautiful Italian restaurant Arthur so kindly booked, you were still looking out for him.

Leaning over to rest your head on the table, you glanced up at his face with a soft smile. “... You okay now?” 

A light blush dusted his cheeks and he nodded. You didn’t need to be this observant with him considering he was well now, but he loved your attentiveness. It wasn’t something he was used to. “Yeah, I’m fine now. Thank you. Now quit worrying about me, alright?” Rubbing the nape of his neck at that, you couldn’t help lingering on his body language for a moment.

It didn’t matter what he dressed like, or what his personality was. He could be endearing when it came to it, and a total softie too. And the thought made you smile even wider. If he thought you were cute, then you thought he was adorable. “Fine. I’ll leave you alone.” You slowly turned to Ivan, the action making Arthur tense up a little. 

Reaching out to your hand, he took it. “I didn’t mean it like that.” 

The feeling of his warm fingers around yours made your heart skip a beat. Did he just? Your thoughts manifested into your look of shock, and you darted your eyes over his neutral expression to try and decipher it. Before you could come up with anything, there was a phone in your face, followed by a flash. 

“Wha--?” 

He turned the screen to you to reveal a photo of you, and in your opinion, it was the least flattering picture anybody had ever taken of you. “I said I’d take an uglier photo of you, didn’t I?” Arthur grinned, the words acting like a cold splash of water to bring you back to reality. 

“... You sneaky little shit.” You growled. “Delete that right now!” 

“How about no?” 

“I’ll never forgive you for this, Arthur.” 

“I think you already have, love. You’re smiling right now.” 

You stared at him wordlessly for a few seconds. Then, out of nowhere, you reached out to snatch his phone right out of his hands. Tapping furiously on the screen to get rid of it, you heard his chair scrape back violently as he tried to retrieve it. “Why, you--” 

But it was too late. Gone forever. Lost in the abyss of cyberspace. And so, he immediately channelled his frustration by jabbing his fingers into your sides. “If I can’t have that photo of you, at least let me do this!” You burst into a fit of laughter so loud, nearby patrons turned their heads. Only then did he pull away, leaving you to recover through breathless wheezing. 

“Fuck you, Arthur.” You whispered, but it was on an affectionate note more than anything. As you glowered at him from your seat, you never noticed Ivan doing the same thing, but he was glaring at the Brit for an entirely different reason. Arthur had to be the most self-aware person out there, and to make a scene in a restaurant like this? He really fell for you, didn’t he? 

When he realized Ivan’s scorching gaze burning into him, he froze. 

Not just out of how intimidated he was, but the epiphany that he was right all along. Why else was he acting so out of character? The only explanation was this--in the short time of being with you, he may or may not have developed a little crush. But that was no problem, right? 

All he needed to do was to ask you out. 

But that would prove a task easier said than done, especially when Ivan decided to attach himself to you by the hip after that stunt. That cunning bastard knew what he was doing. After a little window shopping around Bond street and Mayfair, he stuck to you like a tattoo, and kept it up until night fell. While the group walked around Camden, Ivan kept you by his side with a firm grip on your hand. 

When you asked why he was suddenly so clingy, he simply justified it with, “It’s dangerous for small people like you to wander around at night!” 

But Arthur called bullshit. Especially when the other went ahead and smirked at him right after saying it. Maybe he liked you too, but was refusing to admit it. How hypocritical. If not, then he probably didn’t want you making friends when you were the only friend he had. Whatever it was, he wasn’t about to back down so easily. Camden may be the last destination for the night, and perhaps, the last time he’d see you again for God knows how long, but it was his trump card.

If this didn’t sweep you off your feet enough to get you to pull away from Ivan, nothing would. 

As a town famous for its thriving nightlife and punk culture, it encompassed everything he was passionate about, and he’d give anything to show it to you. So he included a visit to the bar here on the agenda today, one that hosted live music. While you and Ivan got comfortable in your seats, Arthur never made a move to sit down. 

It was already dim inside, so you never noticed him leave. The next time you saw him, it was a few minutes later when he was on stage with a few other musicians. Leaning forward with surprise, you watched him strap on a bright red electric guitar. Walking up to the microphone, he adjusted that. No way. 

You were still trying to process him being a professional performer, but a lead singer as well? 

The second he strummed the strings to start a guitar riff, he opened his mouth to start singing.

Play this while you read

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Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time

And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach

His fingers never stopped moving as he belted out note after note. His voice was so different to how he talked, you had to do a double take. He sounded a little more rasp, a little more punk. To say you were impressed was an understatement. 

Now dance, fucker, dance, man, he never had a chance

And no one even knew it was really only you

While he jammed out on stage, he was electric. The energy in the bar exploded, and he had everyone singing along. You could almost see the confidence in him shoot up from the excitable crowd, because he was smirking. 

Nice work, you did. 

You’re gonna go far, kid! 

Turning his head to you as he sung that line, you raised a hand to your mouth. Whether he did that on purpose or not was a mystery. But no words could describe how attractive it was. Hell, it even made you mind blank for a few moments. This was Arthur? He was like an entirely different person! Needless to say, you were completely star struck. 

You couldn’t even make out what Ivan was telling you when the music was blaring in your ears. But you didn’t care. Arthur had you caught in a trance with his voice and guitar all until the end. When the song finally ended, the band bowed graciously and threw up hand signs as the audience erupted in applause and cheers. 

When he stepped off the stage, you didn’t hesitate to run up to him. There, you practically pounced on him for a tight embrace. “Oh my god, you were amazing! I didn’t know you could play so well! And sing, too! Why didn’t you tell me!?” You exasperated, pulling away to be met with his dazzling smile. It was the first time you’ve seen him so energetic, as if performing sparked a fire inside him that burned with youthful intensity. 

“I was dying to show you all day. I wanted it to be a surprise, and I had to save the best til’ last, didn’t I?” He grinned, feeling his heart swell up with warmth as he watched you light up. 

“Well, good on you! I loved it!” Squeezing him again, you felt his chest shake under his laughs. When you pulled away, you reached up to cup his face. But it felt so natural in the spur of the moment, even he didn’t seem to care. 

“Thanks again for today, Arthur. I really appreciate you taking us out today. You completely blew me away.”

The way how you phrased it reminded him of why he was here in the first place. That was right. He still had to ask you out. And with Ivan watching on from afar, this was his chance. The thought reddened his cheeks, but while you had his face in your hands, he couldn’t feel more comfortable. “Is that so? If that’s the case, how about I take you out again?” His expression grew serious. “A proper date, I mean.” 

It was your turn to blush, but you managed a quick answer. 

“No need to look so serious, love. Of course I’ll go on a date with you.” 

He chuckled and leaned in to peck your lips. “Stealing my vocabulary now, are we?” 

“Stealing kisses now, are we?” 

“Touché.” 

Now a third wheel of the group, he breathed out a soft sigh and rested his cheek on his hand. “I guess my job here is done.” It didn’t really look like it, but he had been trying to play the wingman all along. Arthur was always one to go a little crazy when he wanted something, and only more so when he was desperate. So all he gave him was a little push in the right direction. 

Maybe he would thank him later, but for now, he’d leave you two be. 

This is a request. Thank you for requesting.

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Friday Night Stabby best quotes part 14 - Legacy Peeps edition (05/03/21)

people playing in this game: Skizz, Joker, Impulse, Zloy, Logic, Poppy (PoptartKatze), Pearl, Chim (ChimneySwift), Sausage, Avo (Avomance). prox chat is off bc the game updated and crewlink didnt work

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Chim: Okay, I’m here! Don’t start without me! Poppy: We just started without you. Zloy: We just started without you.

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*Impulse reports Skizz’s body* Impulse: Hello hello. Somebody killed my blueberry friend. Somebody killed my blueberry friend and I’m sad! Zloy: Quick let’s think about it: who had the motive? Impulse: It was in electrical, by the way. Poppy: I was messing with wires. Logic: That sounds very ‘electrical’. Poppy: Not messing with bodies! I was messing with wires IN electrical. Pearl: That’s where the body was, Poppy.

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Impulse: I’m just happy to be part of this crew :) Pearl: So happy you would stab somebody?

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Sausage: You voted for me?! Logic, get outta here! I didn’t even say one word, Logic!

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Pearl: Another body in electrical. Poppy, have you been playing with wires again? Poppy: I was… somewhere. Not in electrical, obviously.

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Joker: At the beginning of the game, I went into electrical and did my tasks and left and then I went ALL the way around to the other side to do asteroids in weapons. Pearl: I actually believe that; I remember seeing you in there. Zloy: I’m sorry, I was not listening. I was too busy voting you out of the airlock.

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Logic: *is the only one who voted for Sausage again* Sausage: Stop it, Logic! I hate you!

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Zloy, during the round: This is a public announcement that ghosts can and should do their tasks. Sausage: Roger roger. Logic: Roger roger. Zloy: It’s a public announcement, you don’t need to roger roger if I’m speaking over the intercom.

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Pearl: I think it’s Logic; all of us have been in the middle for the majority of the round. Zloy: I’m pretty sure Logic hasn’t been, so let’s yeet him. Impulse to his chat: Oh no. He’s getting yeeted.

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Zloy: Joker, can I have my lime back, please? Joker: What, Zloy? What’d you say? Zloy: Can I have my lime back? Everybody knows I’m lime. Since Avo stole green. Avo: I didn’t steal anything! *changes colour to brown* Zloy: *changes colour to green* There we go. Thank you, Avo. Avo: You are welcome, sir. Zloy: See? This is how you make friends. This is how you establish connections. Joker: Zloy, we’re- We’ve always been friends, though.

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Skizz: Okay, who was not doing tasks? We were down to one task for, like, a month. Joker: I want to say that I did all my tasks and that you should be proud of me. Skizz: Well, you WANNA say that but can you say it truthfully? Joker: I DID do all my tasks. Skizz: Well, atta boy. Joker: Are you proud? :D Skizz: I AM proud of you! :D

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*body is reported* Avo: Who did it?! Skizz: You make one heck of a detective.

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Skizz: I was 100% with Impulse, you’re absolutely right, but he cut into reactor and I went up towards upper engine. Avo: I did see Skizz in north engine. Joker: So you cut Impulse and then went up? Skizz: Okay! Well, you know what, don’t make me do it, Mister Joker! You’re adding all these extra words. Joker: Do what? You’re gonna kill me? Skizz: No, I- I could not be more- I’ve been playing with you a while. I have kind of a- It’s not fair, I- I’ve been playing with Joker for a while. This is how he talks when it’s him. Joker: What?! No it’s not! Skizz: And there goes the high pitched voice. Like a recipe. It’s like a RECIPE with you. Joker: You’re getting me confused with Impulse.

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Chim: So we’re voting for Poptart? Wait- Poppy: No! I FOUND the body. Chim: Oh. But how do we know you didn’t CREATE the body?

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Zloy: It’s like rock-paper-scissors. Skizzleman beats Joker, Impulse beats Skizzleman, Sausage beats… uh… what’s-his-face. Logic. Logic: What’s-his-face? What’s-his-face?!

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Avo: There’s a green body! Mister Joker in electrical, just as I went into electrical to do my electrical tasks. Chim: That’s pretty sus. Skizz: That’s what he gets! Sausage: Self-report. Poppy: Self-report for sure. Avo: It is not a self-report. I can put my hand on my Avomancian heart and say it was not I. Skizz: Wooow, that was diggin’. Pearl: Very sus. Zloy: Yeah, I was about to advocate that there’s no reason to self-report on the first kill of the game but you changed my mind single-handedly. *votes* Skizz: Whoa, Zloy! We need a little bit more. Little bit more.

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Avo: I’ve never been so hurt in all my life getting voted on that. Skizz: It was just Zloy.

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Skizz: I don’t wanna wrong Avo again. Avo: I’d be very disappointed if you wronged me again, Skizz. Impulse: What if I wrong you? Cuz I saw you and Logic take off towards electrical together. Zloy and I were still chilling, dumping trash. Avo: I was dumping trash with you, Impulse! For goodness sake! Impulse: Yeah, then you and Logic ran off together and you killed him. Chim: Wait, what about trash? Impulse: Avo just called Logic trash because that’s who he killed. He was taking out the trash, you heard it.

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Pearl: Make sure to vote, Chim. Chim: I did. I voted for “skip”. Whoever that guy is, he’s super sus all the time.

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Zloy: So it was a double kill, which means that we’re operating with people who are really, really comfortable being around one another. Chim: Or there’s a sniper. Zloy: A WHAT? Chim: A sniper. You know… like, a long-barrelled gun that shoots bullets at a long distance. Zloy: We’re on a SPACESHIP! Chim: That’s a good point. I’m getting too immersed.

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*Skizz and Pearl win as imposters* Zloy: Hey, remember when I said it’s competent people and my idea was that it was Skizz and Pearl because they were the only ones left who are competent? *everyone immediately protests*

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Zloy: Double kill by electrical. SPARKS were flying. Joker: If I get imposter, I’m killing you first, Zloy.

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Chim: I did a scan in medical. Impulse: Oh yeah? How much did you weigh? Chim: I don’t wanna talk about it. Impulse: What’s your blood type? Chim: What blood type is not sus?

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Zloy: Chim walked right past a body. Chim: Oh I did? OH! That WAS a corpse, wasn’t it? I thought it was, like, a pet. Literally, no joke, I thought it was a pet. I didn’t even- Zloy: I’m completely certain that you are a crewmate and I still want to throw you out of an airlock right now.

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Zloy: We had fun! Let’s go to medbay with everybody. It’ll be fun. You can watch your friends get undressed and scan themselves.

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Skizz: Maybe when you undressed for your scan, Chim, Zloy saw something that you don’t want him to tell the world about. Chim: Well, I mean… ;)

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Joker, getting voted out: Well, that’s rude.

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Chim: You can’t spell Sausage without ‘sus’. Skizz: Are you saying Sausage is a… SAUSpect?

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Skizz: I think he wanted a piece of the Skizz. He wanted a Skizz sandwich! Logic: Skizz, I would never do something like that to you! Never! Skizz: I was your first kill, homie.

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Chim: I have a body to report! Zloy: Boy do you. Chim: What? Why would you say that, Zloy? Zloy: Nothing. Chim: You know about a body? Zloy: I’ve just been staring at your butt for most of this round. Chim: Yeah, why’ve you been following me? Zloy: I’ve been following you because I needed a buddy. *later* Pearl: So what we’re getting at is it’s either Zloy or Sausage? Chim: No, I don’t think it was Zloy cuz he was honestly on my booty the whole time. It was sus but wasn’t THAT sus.

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*Avo kills Impulse and Skizz immediately walks in* Skizz, singing to the tune of Bad Romance: Whoaa whoaa whoaaaaa, your killer, he is Avomance. Pearl: What happened? Skizz: I walked into reactor as Avo is walking out and there’s bloody footprints as he’s walking away from the body. Zloy: I appreciate how extra you are.

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Zloy: Look, you can always trust a man who is not afraid to sing Lady Gaga. That man has nothing to hide.

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Joker: I found Poptart’s body in… Chim: In the cereal aisle? Joker: Yeah, in the cereal aisle. Haha. Um… Yeah, I found- Avo: THAT was sincere (/s)

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Impulse: I do feel kinda bad sussing [Avo] last round too but- I mean, he KILLED me! So hey. Avo: You deserved it, Impulse.

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Pearl: Could someone kill me? I haven’t been killed yet.

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Chim: Where’s the body? Joker: It’s where you left it.

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Joker: You were chasing me and then luckily, someone put up the doors and blocked you from getting to me. I also watched you stand on a vent, change your mind, and go the other direction. Chim: How do you know I changed my mind? You can’t see anything through my little spacesuit. And I was following you cuz you looked like a pro with your little party hat. I thought maybe you were going somewhere cool and I wanted to check out where you were going. Joker: You’re a horrible liar. I don’t even know you but you’re a bad liar.

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Skizz: Lemme tell you something there, Pearly Pop. I know that you loved killing me; I know you did. So I want you to know HOW you killed me. See, what you did was- I was wiring the ship. ‘Kay? I was saving lives, I was busy saving lives. You punched me in the head and I turned around and looked at you and you shot me right in the face. That was the animation that showed. Pearl: That’s great :D I love it.

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*vote ties between Chim and skipping* Skizz: Oh my gosh! Zloy: We were ALMOST free, everyone.

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Skizz: I’m done. Is anyone else done? Joker: I finished my tasks again, Skizz. Are you proud? Skizz: I AM proud of you! Joker: Look at me doing tasks! Skizz: I’m impressed! Joker: Thanks, man :D

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*Zloy’s body is reported* Avo: There’s a dead Russian outside navigation.

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Zloy: The reason [Impulse and Pearl] are so good as imposters is specifically because they know when to shut up.

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Avo: We don’t know that Pearl wasn’t a killer. Joker: Well, how do we know YOU’RE not a killer? Avo: You have my word as an English gentleman, obviously. Joker: You can’t fool me with your fancy accent.