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shotgun - daryl dixon

word count : 6.6k

summary : done with another stressful semester of your university, you invite your friends over for pizza and some pre-rolled joints you were dealt a few days ago. when a handsome stranger tags along, throwing all your plans off course, you fail to anticipate how well you flirt under influence.

authors note and warnings : daryl dixon/f!reader. drugs, shotgunning, unprotected piv sex, cum eating, some dry humping, religious guilt mentioned very briefly, build up, porn WITH plot, nsfw as fuck, high sex (both parties high and consent enthusiastically), daryl jerks you off as you jerk him off, reader with female reproductive parts. song for the fic also mentioned in the fic: girls need love by summer walker.

you don't remember the exact series of events that led a stranger to your bed, smoking your weed.

what you do remember is glancing at a text from glenn, your friend of five years, saying that he would be at yours for movie night along with his new roommate because "he seemed lonely and could use some friends."

to be completely fucking honest, you did not want to make a new friend. you did not need a new friend. you were fine with the way things were; glenn and his girlfriend maggie occupied enough of your social life for you not to feel lonely even in your one-bedroom apartment miles away from your university campus.

after an arduous day of working on your midterm papers, you just needed a good old movie night where you could sit in comfortable silence with your friends and then eventually pass out on the couch. the universe seemed to have different plans however.

it's not like you didn't understand why glenn was bringing his roommate over; you weren't heartless. hell, you have been in his position before: new to the town, no new friends, just you and four cartons of your stuff neatly packed with the help of your mother - who, by the way, did not make the move easy with her empty nest syndrome.

maybe this was a good thing. you often complained to glenn about how you needed to get out more and live out your college days to the fullest before you succumbed to capitalism and worked a dead-end job just to make ends meet. you didn't even have to go out of your house to make a new friend, he would be at your doorstep in about twenty minutes. and besides, glenn would bring free pizza from his work. you could play along for some free pizza.

the clock struck nine pm as you shut your laptop for the day and leaned back on your couch, exhausted. your fingertips hurt from typing incessantly, and your thighs were uncomfortably hot thanks to your piece of shit laptop.

tossing the device beside you, you walked to your bathroom to freshen up, try and look presentable. you wouldn't give a single fuck if it was only your friend group coming over, hell, they have seen you at your worst moments where you were crying over your life or throwing up from drinking too much and vice versa.

this was uncharted territory. sort of. you had seen glenn's roommate once when you visited glenn’s to grab the notes you lent him for intro to microeconomics. you couldn't even catch his name in the few seconds his room door was cracked open, followed by a wary glare through the sliver and a loud thud, shutting you out of his sight.

your eyelids dropped as you splashed water on your face, replaying your interaction with him to somehow analyze him by his dialogue, or lack thereof.

socializing had always been rocky for you, especially following social cues or maintaining a conversation without thinking that the other person could not give less of a shit about you.

if glenn's roommate was anything like glenn, a raging extrovert, he would do most of the talking and all you would have to do is nod and comment. judging by his reaction to seeing you the other day, however, you were afraid that he was more of an introvert compared to you.

as you picked an outfit for the night, something comfortable but presentable, you practiced your smile.

should you smile with your teeth, or offer an obligatory tight-lipped smile? did it seem fake? would it be interpreted as rude?

throwing on a black tank and some red flannel pants, some of your best clothes to sleep in, you felt anxiety glow red hot in your veins, twisting your gut horribly.

the way your body reacted to socializing was a bit much, in your opinion. you wouldn't actively worry about things, but your body acted in ways your brain didn’t. you couldn't figure out for the life of you what it was, and you weren't sure you wanted to.

a few deep breaths settled your stomach as you checked yourself in the mirror. you looked decent, and you could pass out comfortably in your living room. your hair was okay, not much could be done to it so you left it be.

it had been fifteen minutes, and glenn texted you saying that he was downstairs as a heads-up so you could "fix yourself up haha."

that little shit.

rolling your eyes, you texted him to fuck off and did a once-over around you to make sure your apartment was tidy enough. as you waited by the door, right foot tapping impatiently, that feeling returned, the one that made you want to throw up and shit your guts out simultaneously.

you heard a distant conversation from the hallway and straightened your clothes in preparation. as soon as you heard three raps on the door, you opened it immediately.

"wow that was quick, were you standing at the door waiting for us?" glenn greeted you with a box of pizza in his hand. you were about to tell him to eat shit but the smell of the food worked like a charm as you ignored his remarks and moved away from the door to let your friends, well, two friends and the stranger, in.

maggie’s arms caged you in, rocking you from side to side, "i haven't seen you in so long, how have you been!"

the girl smelled like roses, soothing your anxiety one nerve at a time. "i've been okay, just buried in exams and papers, like the usual..." you trail off, appreciating the bear hug she still had you in. you loved maggie, her voice, her energy, her eyes; everything about her made you feel lighter and absolved you of all worries.

so much so that you forgot about the figure standing awkwardly outside your door with a pack of beers in his right hand and his left stuffed in his pocket.

you widened your eyes, letting go of maggie with a kiss on her cheek.

"hey, nice to meet you, um... i'm sorry, i don't think we have met..."

"oh yeah! that's daryl, look at what he brought!" glenn exclaimed, setting the pizza down on the coffee table.

"beer," daryl commented, nodding to himself.

this is going to be fun, you thought, painfully, offering him a practiced smile to lighten his heavy aura.

daryl. his name certainly suited him. clad in all black, a silver chain hanging off his belt loops, and a top that looked like its sleeves had been ripped off. you didn’t hate the way that it revealed his surprisingly buff arms as he walked into the apartment, raising them and holding the booze, "where d'ya want this?"

his voice had a drawl to it; deep like a smoker’s, deeper with that country accent of his.

caught up in your own observations, your delayed response to daryl's simple question had glenn snicker, earning a quick and hopefully stabbing nudge from maggie.

pointing at your coffee table, you started, "so daryl, you new to this town?"

the man grunted a "yes" without any follow-up, which had you frantically search for the remote control of your tv, the best social lubricant at your disposal.

as you passed the remote control to glenn to put on a movie of his choice- since it was his turn this week- your view switched to daryl, sitting on the other side of the couch with his legs parted open and both arms resting on the cushions.

you tried overlooking the manspreading just this once.

he wore his hair down, strands covering his face dishevelledly. you wondered how it didn't bother him to have hair blocking his view or tickling his face. your gaze narrowed in, ignoring maggie and glenn arguing over which movie they wanted to watch.

daryl's eyes were focused… or too relaxed? you couldn't tell. the kajal on his lower waterline certainly made your gut flip in excitement, confusing you momentarily. he looked messy; the torn shirt, the ripped black pants, and even his greasy-looking hair for that matter. but even the short duration you knew him for, it suited him.

you kind of liked it.

“let’s watch jaws! please!” glenn protested, tugging on his girlfriend’s arm, to which she just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“how many times do you wanna watch it?! no, pick sumn else.”

daryl didn’t care for their argument clearly, scoffing and reaching for a bottle of beer on the coffee table. the bottle looked comically small in his hands as you watched him buck his hips to fetch what looked like a lighter from his back pocket.

at this point, glenn and maggie were basically non-existent as you observed daryl holding the butt of the lighter to the bottlecap and flick it off in one swift motion. the sheer ease with which he undid the seal made you widen your eyes, an amused smile painting your lips.

you heard the faint tune of the theme song of jurassic park. the couple must have settled on a movie, finally, you thought. your eyes trailed every movement of daryl’s, focusing on the way he brought the mouth of the bottle to his lips, chugging down almost half of the drink, his adam’s apple bobbing prominently.

a foreign feeling blossomed at the bottom of your gut, making you shift in your seat. you watched intently as daryl separated the bottle from his mouth, leaving a glossy sheen on his bottom lip.

what the fuck was happening to you?

you didn’t know jack shit about daryl, you didn’t know his morals, or his background, or even had a proper conversation with him before. so why were suddenly fixing your hair and adjusting your clothes?

why did you care?

peeling your eyes away with great difficulty, you turned your attention to maggie who was reaching for a slice of pie, “what toppings did you get?”

“half mushroom and half jalapeno, no pepperoni this time though, they were out,”

you nodded at her, knowing full well your attention was still hung up on the standoffish man sitting across you. turning toward the tv, you leaned back in your seat, puffing your chest out for a deep breath and settling into the soft cushion behind you.

daryl remained silent and focused on the screen, occasionally snickering at the jokes and mumbling to himself as he nursed his beer. he really was an introvert. not the kind scared to talk, but the kind who would rather not; save his breath instead.

at that rate, you weren’t going to get to know him at all, and the tension in the air seemed to grow by the second, at least for you.

halfway through the movie, you exhaled, breaking the deafening silence from the sheer lack of conversation. daryl and maggie’s heads turned to you; glenn’s vision remained glued to the screen.

“this movie is so fucking boring, glenn!” you interrupted, finally snapping the boy out of whatever spell jeff goldblum's chest hair had him in.

“this is not fucking fair, did i ever complain about any of your movie picks?” he rolled his eyes, setting his fourth slice down inside the box, clapping the crumbs off his fingers.

“ask me if i care. we aren’t even talking, we’re just staring at this screen. look at maggie! she almost dozed off a couple of times!” you responded, leaning forward in your seat and pointing at the poor girl trying to keep her eyes open.

defeat washed across your friend’s face as he swung an arm around maggie to pull her in.

offering him the most shit-eating grin, you began, “i recently bought some pre-rolls as an after-exam-season treat… it’s purely indica so it won’t have us neurotic…” you trailed off, scanning your friends’ as well as daryl’s faces for approval.

maggie straightened her back, a glint in her eye you rarely witnessed. you knew glenn would never say no to a little bit of relaxation, especially after a long day at the shitty job he works.

“fuck yeah, now we’re talking.” daryl sighed, rubbing his temples and setting his beer down.

oh, so he was bored as fuck before.

you knew it had nothing to do with you whatsoever, especially because glenn was clearly at fault, although you couldn’t help but feel like you disappointed him.

a complete stranger who happened to catch your eye and can’t leave your mind.

holding up your index finger, you rushed to your bedroom, giddiness blinding your senses just at the mere thought of being the perfect host for your guests.

when you returned to the living room with a flat metallic box, the movie was turned off and maggie succeeded to connect her phone to your bluetooth speaker, shuffling through her numerous playlists before finally landing on one.

“you’re gonna like this song…” the girl pointed at you, her eyes following your figure the moment you stepped into the living room. tilting your head in confusion, you waited for the song to begin as the speaker turned on with three little beeps.

“honestly…” you heard from the speakers, ears perking up instantly. your eyes widened at maggie in excitement, your mouth falling agape.

daryl and glenn observed the two of you, confused at the sudden change in atmosphere.

as the instrumental in the background progressed, you rushed to your seat, nudging the lid of the box open with the pad of your thumb. the scent of weed, not the kind that stinks but is subtle and almost nostalgic, enveloped your senses. your fingers found themselves picking the well-rolled joint in your hands and asking someone for a light.

daryl grabbed his lighter, which you noticed had a sticker of a skull on it, and extended his hand. his buff, well-defined, muscular-

“you think one joint’s gonna be enough? i’m not a lightweight unlike this loser here,” daryl spoke in a full sentence for the first time, gesturing towards glenn as he flicked the lighter on and looked up at you. placing the joint between your lips, you craned your neck forward and leaned in to meet the flame halfway, two fingers ghosting in a ‘v’ under the cigarette in case it fell.

“i have plenty, daryl. getting high won’t be a problem,” you glanced up at him, through the flame, paying close attention to his eyes for the first time now that his hair was mostly out of the way.

his face bathed in the orangish hue of the flame, as did yours, revealing the true color of his eyes. they were a deep prussian blue; not what you expected but certainly liked. the spark from the lighter chipped away at the twisted head of the joint and bit the ground-up grass eventually.

sucking in, you breathed life into the stick between your lips, the head pulsing red-hot as you inhaled the smoke into your lungs. momentarily holding your breath, you exhaled, feeling an itch in your throat.

you forced a cough or two out of you before leaning back in your seat and processing the hit. your hand mindlessly raised the joint to maggie on your right, who grabbed it a little too quickly.

“honestly i’m trying to stay focused”

the song commenced, curving the edge of your lips upward. it might have been a placebo effect, the fact that you were a lightweight, or that you just hadn’t smoked in a while. but some of those reasons were catching up to you. fast.

glenn took several hits with ease, throwing his head back on the cushion and handing the roll to daryl.

“you must think i’ve got to be joking…”

his fingers, too thick for the small joint, held it with such care. like he would break it if he gripped it a little too hard. you watched the man take a long drag; his lips gently kissing the joint, drawing out the smoke to hold it down briefly before blowing it all out.

“i don’t think i can wait. i just need it now…”

you don’t know what awakened in you; maybe it was because your favorite song was playing, or that smoking looked especially attractive on him, or a combination of both, but your eyes widened unnaturally largely as you traced his movements; the movement of his lips around the cig, his chest heaving after a hit, his sharp collarbones on shameless display as he threw his head back in relief.

you were entranced.

“here.” he offered, reaching across the seating area with the joint in his hand.

you tried to make the exchange non-physical. you really did. but his fingers enveloped most of the joint and you had no choice but to fumble with them until you grabbed hold of the cigarette, his touch leaving your skin burning hot.

“i just need some dick… i just need some love…”

this was not relaxing in any way. you sat with this stranger you wanted to fuck as a song about wanting to fuck played in the background. you monitored your breathing and your posture; all of these efforts to impress this question mark of a man in your living room.

“fuck, i think i’m already high.” glenn coughed out, his head resting on maggie’s shoulder. you chuckled, nursing the joint once again.

you were not going to lie. the drug had gotten hold of you by now; your reactions were slightly delayed, you took longer to process what the other person said, and your eyelids hung lower than usual.

and there's the cottonmouth.

what trumps all of the above, however, is the pure euphoria climbing every fiber of your body. a harmony of numbness and freedom flowing through you, dusting the weight off your shoulders.

“you could be the one. we can start with a handshake, baby, i’mma need more than a hug…”

you might have underestimated the effects of weed on you. not only did it make you giggly and careless and hungry, but it also made you unbelievably horny. you looked up at daryl, a blunt weight on your eyelids having you cherish the softness of the cushions behind you. the pillow resting between your legs brushed against your core, throwing gasoline to the flame.

the nape of your neck felt hot as you swallowed thickly, trying to distract yourself from the situation at hand.

the bass from your speakers stimulated your body, vibrations traveling between your legs.

“girls can’t ever say they need it, girls can’t never say now…”

fuck, you wanted someone.

normally, you were fine being alone; it was difficult enough managing yourself, let alone someone else. and it isn’t like you didn’t have experience with romance; you had a couple of relationships in high school that obviously didn’t last. coming to university, however, made you realize just how not-ready you were to be involved with someone.

“hey can i take a nap on your couch?” maggie began, gently nudging glenn to make room for her head on his lap.

“already?” you teased the girl with no actual annoyance in your voice.

maggie nodded, tired and laying down on her boyfriend’s lap. you swore you heard daryl scoff slightly as glenn stroked maggie’s hair. you flashed a small, sort of obligatory smile at the couple on your couch.

the distance between you and daryl seemed to lengthen as half of your smoke circle was now passed out, leaving no one to pass the joint. your back strained, trying to close the gap between you and the man who did not seem to get high at all.

“hey, uh.. daryl? you high yet?”

“nah, i can go for a few more rounds.” he grunted kicking glenn’s leg in slight annoyance.

your eyes widened, bottom lip jutting out in admiration of his tolerance level, “you smoke often?”

“a lot of shit happens around… just easier to tolerate if you can forget for a while,” he spoke, bringing the roach to his lips.

“why not drink instead? why do you smoke?”

you knew you were testing the limits with this closed-off man, but how else were you supposed to get to know him?

daryl cocked an eyebrow, and you could hear him question why it was any of your business to know anything about his life.

“i’m not a good drunk.”

silence washed into the room, leaving you pouting your lips, trying to segue the conversation into something lighter.

“i like your skull tattoo.” you commented, eyeing the back of his hand. you realized it looked exactly like the sticker on his lighter. that seemed to have caught his attention noticing his slightly raised eyebrows.

“can you guys shut the fuck up?” a drowsy voice interrupted your conversation.

“what the fuck do you want us to do huh?” you retorted, turning towards glenn, who was scrunching his face in irritation.

“go inside or something i don’t fucking know!”

you would have usually kicked him off the couch for behaving like the annoying brother he is, but you had to think this through. there was a way this could turn out well for you.

‘going inside’ meant that you would be alone with daryl, probably on your bed too since there wasn’t any other seating inside your room. you looked at daryl, raising your eyebrows suggestively.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

your room was slightly colder than your living room; something about the building ventilation being fucked up. daryl didn’t seem to care, shedding the sleeveless vest he had on, his biceps flexing in the process. you eyed the posters on your wall with criticism, hoping none of them were embarrassing.

“you like breaking bad huh?” daryl commented, pointing at your wall. you nodded, a smile pulling at your lips.

“good show. you got good taste.”

your chest swelled with pride, muscles around your mouth in pain from how hard you smiled. a chill from your aircon trailed up your spine, your arms hugging either side of your torso in an attempt to warm up. daryl glanced at you, specifically your breasts pushing up against each other, momentarily, before sitting on the foot of the bed with the dying roach in his hand.

you turned off the fluorescent white central lighting in your room before pressing the switch for your calmer, dimmer lamp.

“shit was hurtin’ my eyes, thanks.” you heard daryl chuckle.

“yeah, the landlord hates me, i swear. had to get candles because that light is just so fucking ugly,” you spoke, a laugh bubbling up. the smile on your face had not left since you entered your room. the full-body euphoria made you giggly, even in the company of a stranger.

sitting down on the other side of the bed, you dug into the metal box once again, fumbling with the tempting joints as your vision blurred softly. you felt his gaze burn into your skin as you sat in your dimly lit room.

“you play guitar?” he questioned, looking away from you and at the metallic blue electric guitar placed in the corner of your room.

“a little… i’m still learning though… you?”

“used to.” daryl responded, fishing his lighter out as soon as you stopped fumbling with the joint.

repeating the same routine; sticking the joint between your lips and leaning into him, overestimating the space between the two of you this time, you climbed toward him, fists digging into your mattress as you waited for him to give you the light.

you didn’t pay attention to the way your tank top dropped low in front of him, or how quick his eyes were to check you out before nudging the flame toward the joint.

you sucked on the cigarette, eyebrows knitting in pain from the delicious burn spreading through your lungs, not breaking eye-contact with the man in your bed. you exhaled slowly, the back of your head landing on the headboard with a thud, “fuuuuck… i missed this.”

daryl tilted his head, “yeah? why? you take a break?”

“well, i get addicted to things easily… and religious guilt and whatnot…” you answered, feeling weird about your sudden transparency.

daryl raised his eyebrows, “that’s heavy shit, you don’t gotta tell me twice.”

you pass the joint to daryl, his fingers sizzling against yours for the millisecond-long touch. the scent of weed fogged your senses as he blew the smoke out, coughing immediately after.

your nerves undid themselves one after the other, head swaying to a non-existent rhythm. this strain was strong. you had forgotten how dangerously easy it was to not give a fuck when you were high.

do something, say something, you scolded yourself, scanning daryl’s figure on your bed. it felt like the universe had dropped a gift on your lap and you, for some reason, refused to open it.

your inner teenager activated the second you sat down on your bed with him, letting your thoughts run wild.

the blunt ache between your thighs grew more unbearable by the second as you wondered how his lips would feel; how they’d taste.

you wanted to be near him and feel his fingers, his warmth around you. but nothing was going to happen if you didn’t close the gaping distance between the two of you. you parted your lips, heart beating faster than ever. if he shot you down, it would be the worst high of your life and you would just have to live with that.

your mouth acted before the sober part of your mind did, popping the first question in your mind.

“you ever shotgunned?”

daryl stopped fiddling with his lighter to look at you, darting his tongue out to wet his bottom lip; that same glossy sheen sent a jolt of lightning to the bottom of your gut.

you tried filling in the silence, “you know… inhaling smoke fro-”

the man nodded hesitantly, hair moving toward his face, “i know what it is.” the drone of his accent budded excitement in your chest.

you cocked an eyebrow and inched closer to him, “i haven’t.”

he stopped all movement, looking up at you to process the loss of space between him and you.

“how does it feel?” you tilted your head, shame or dignity nowhere to be found within you.

daryl’s chest heaved as he brought the joint in his hand to his lips. you watched him, processing his movements, heart beating faster than usual. his lips worked fast around the pre-roll, leaving you wondering whether he would look the same between your legs.

your thighs squirmed, body feeling smaller and smaller in front of the man leaning closer and closer to you. his hands cupped your face, the cool metal of his rings contrasting his burning fingertips.

your lips parted as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, surrendering into his hold. pulling your face in, he switched his gaze from one eye of yours to the other.

the strong yet subtle aroma of his cologne mixed with the frankly delicious scent of the drug scrambled your senses. daryl looked down, blowing smoke in a thin stream, refusing to look away from where the smoke met your lips.

like a reflex, you inhaled, hands grabbing at his legs for balance.

the room seemed to darken in comparison to the man holding your face. suddenly he and you were the only objects in the world, floating. daryl’s hold loosened as you inhaled for what felt like years of your life.

“how about that?”

your breath staggered, processing what happened a second ago. you nodded, not pulling away from him.

daryl was definitely high. a pinkish hue masked his eyes, eyelids drooping down lower than usual, and a mindless smile playing on his lips. you could say the same for yourself, still processing the position you were in with a handsome stranger you met, thanks to glenn.

“that was.. um… yeah. fun…” you struggled to find the words, still looking into his cold eyes. you shifted your weight, the flannel of your pants rubbing deliciously against your core, making you hitch your breath.

“you gon’ pull away?” he spoke, not letting go.

“you gonna let go?” you retorted, not pulling away.

you had to grow some balls. here you were, getting high with someone you actually were interested in after a long time. that was not the right time to second- guess yourself.

fingers tracing his jaw, you leaned in.

“daryl. can i kiss you?”

you could see the gears turn in his head as you waited for what felt like years for a response. not a word was spoken. the dim lamps lit the back of his head casting an angel like glow to his silhouette.

he brought the flaming end of the joint to his tongue, putting out the embers with a soft sizzle.

you widened your eyes, “what the fuck, how did that not hurt-”

silence.

the softest pair of lips on yours shut you right up, your nose finding warmth against his skin. daryl pulled you in, fingers reaching for your hair.

what was happening?

you kissed back, sitting up straight to find balance. his hands roamed your back and stopped at the small of it. he tightened his grip around the fabric of your tank top and pulled you in. your chest leaned flush against his, feeling the outlines of his several silver chains on your breasts.

your lips grew hot with every kiss you planted on his, his tongue swiping your bottom lip before biting it gently. the very involuntary moan he pulled out of you, had his chest heaving. your fingers found his small waist, relishing the way he felt under your touch.

daryl pulled away, muttering a string of “fuck”s , eyeing you head to waist, “you sure you want to?”

you deadpanned, mouth open at the man’s obliviousness, “yeah, i’m kissing you back because i don’t want you.”

“hey, no sarcasm. yes or no?”

“yes, daryl. you?”

“hell, yeah,” he nodded, pulling you in with one arm as he made himself more comfortable on your bed.

you pressed kisses on his neck, arms anchoring yourself around him on the cream-colored sheets. his shoulders settle, a long sigh escaping his lips. the grip of your fingers on his waist tightened when you caught the scent of his cologne mixed with the cigarettes you assume he had been smoking all day.

he leaned back on your pillow, eyelids dropping as he spread his legs to sink further down on the mattress. you tugged at the waistband of his jeans, signaling him to undo his belt. as he worked on his pants, you were quick to shed your tank, revealing your bra.

daryl stopped fumbling with his belt to look at you, breathing getting heavier, cock stirring at the mere sight of a topless you.

“daryl!” you reminded, noticing how distracted he was. watching him undo the zipper on his pants and push them down had you drooling in anticipation. you did not know it was possible to drool at the sight of someone, but there you were.

you started unbuttoning his shirt, peppering kisses from the nape of his neck to his collarbones, taking your sweet time to taste him. your other hand, having a mind of its own, palmed him through his boxers, fishing his first moan for the evening.

“you like it when i do that?” your open mouthed kisses made their way to the shell of his ear.

“fuck… yeah, do it again.”

following a soft chuckle, your legs straddled his waist as you helped him remove his shirt. you weren’t surprised when his tattoos were revealed, or his numerous chains for that matter. what you were intrigued about, however, were his scars.

scars scattered across his torso, some covered up with tattoos, some not.

“oh, um. yeah, these-”

“you don’t have to tell me.”

he nodded, relief washing over him. you sensed the hesitation in his voice as he tried to explain. you could tell that was not the time, clearly.

one of your hands slipped under his boxers, feeling his length. daryl’s mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back at your touch.

daryl was big. not just length-wise either; your fingers wrapped around him but barely met as you stroked up and down his shaft. his heartbeat quickened as he bucked his hips into your palm, desperate for more friction.

you had forgotten all about the pathetic state of your arousal between your legs, completely focused on making the guy writhing under your touch feel good.

so imagine your surprise when he mirrored you, his right hand sliding down your underwear to rub at your clothed clit.

you noticed daryl smile mindlessly, wondering what amused him in the middle of getting a hard-on.

“you get this wet for a stranger?”

a jolt of lightning shot up your pussy as you detached your lips from his neck, rocking against his thick fingers to meet his eyes.

“i wouldn’t be talking shit ab-... about someone who’s got your dick in their hand,” you replied, trying to concentrate on your hand and hip coordination.

“just a- fuck … just observing,” he whimpered through heavy breaths, eyeing your chest.

his fingers deftly hooked the fabric of your underwear to pull them to the side. before you could brace for impact, the coolness of his touch met the warmth of your pulsating clit, applying minimal pressure.

“daryl, fuck, can you just-” you pleaded, grinding harder against his fingers.

“nah,” you felt his smile through the kisses on your neck as his other hand unhooked your bra with ease.

you were so fucking close. but this was a competition, an unspoken one, but one nonetheless.

trying your best not to give in to his frankly skilled fingers working your pussy, your own stroked the head of his cock, earning a choked moan from the man who momentarily stopped all movement in utter surprise.

the bouts of energy shooting up your core were ten times more intense because of the weed. and maybe, probably, definitely because of daryl. that toy in your nightstand couldn't make you clench around nothing like his fingers did just a few seconds ago.

your biggest mistake was thinking that you had gotten the best of him. his focus, although seemingly on your breasts bouncing in his face, was on his own fingers, rubbing at your folds before sliding a digit down your slit and dipping into you.

head thrown back and eyes rolling to the back of your head, you gasped in your highest voice, painful pleasure coursing through your veins.

the pad of his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, the rest of his digits gathering your arousal to rub the folds of your pussy.

“this is to- too much, oh i feel so fucking good-”

“hush now, you don't wanna wake them up,” he reminded you, the stubble on his chin scratching against the soft skin on your tits. bringing his mouth to one of your nipples, he nibbled softly, massaging your other breast with his free hand.

you brought the hand previously wrapped around him to your mouth, spitting on your palm and pulling him out of his boxers before covering him with your saliva.

it was his turn to try and be quiet, teeth sinking down on his lower lip as he watched you jerk him off, smearing your spit on his tip and dipping into the slit of his cock with your thumb.

“where’d’ya lear- … learn all this?” the drawl in his voice grew raspier.

“i got my ways,” you looked up at him, mind hazy as ever, yet still focused on what was at hand. literally.

you don’t know what came over you when you pulled away from him entirely to take your pants off. daryl watched you strip, eyes raking your naked silhouette.

“what are you doi-” he began, trying to put two and two together. you climb back into your bed, pulling daryl in by his arms.

reaching for his cock, you straddled his waist, pulling your panties aside and slapping his shaft against your folds, the mere sound of contact sending shockwaves to your gut.

you rocked into his shaft, rubbing yourself up on him, your arousal smothering the tip of his cock almost immediately.

the warmth of your core sent daryl over the edge as his hands gripped firmly at your waist, rubbing his shaft up and down your slit.

your hands grabbed his thighs, massaging them steadily as the two of you continued to grind against each other, the tiniest of frictions bringing you closer to the edge.

“daryl, i don’t think i can last longer i-”

“me neither sunshine, you wanna do the honors?”

you nodded, wetting your lips and chasing your high. the sinful noises of his cock rubbing up against your pussy as you grow wetter by the second only help you as you bounce up and down against him faster and harder.

you panted his name, eyes shut and nails clawing his biceps, the tip of his cock swollen pink and pulsating.

as you focused on cumming, you didn't notice his thumb pressing down on your clit in one swift motion, sending white-hot flashes through your nervous system, your pussy clenching around nothing. his finger did not leave your clit, even when you fell back on the mattress, feeling your orgasm crescendo as your body shook in sheer euphoria.

you gripped your sheets, whimpering through the orgasm as you bit your fingers to stay quiet. tears of pleasure threatened to spill from your eyes when you arched your back at your final clench before letting go in exhaustion, clit throbbing bluntly from the aftermath of your climax.

your eyes flickered to daryl’s cock, the head leaking with precome as he watched you cum around his cock. he swallowed thickly, hands inching closer to your figure.

“daryl, you wanna come on my tits?”

eyebrows raised, he nodded hurriedly, climbing on top of a very topless you, and stroking himself. it still seemed as if he held back on cumming too soon even though you were the first one to do so.

cocking an eyebrow, you massaged the inside of his thighs, inching closer and closer to his pelvis before cupping his balls.

a guttural moan escaped his lips, the hand on his cock speeding up its pace. his mouth fell open, “fuck fuck fuck i’m coming, im coming-”

his climax painted your chest as his elbow propped himself up near your head, trying not to collapse on you.

your fingers played with the liquid, smearing it on your breasts before bringing them to your mouth and pushing them past your lips.

daryl, still recovering from his orgasm, took notice of that, a small smile playing on his lips before kissing you. the slightly salty taste of his own climax flooded his mouth as he felt your fingers thread his hair.

pulling away, you stared at him, the sheen on sweat on his forehead and chest a pretty reminder of what just happened between the two of you.

“you treat all your houseguests like this?” you heard him through the pulsation now in your ears.

that comment earned him a playful slap on the arm. “gonna help me clean this up first?” your eyes pointed toward your tits.

“depends, can i sleep over?” he questioned, already on his way to grab some tissues, letting you know he was joking around.

you giggled, sitting up to face him, “you can come over anytime you want daryl, you bring the weed next time though.”

you swore you heard him chuckle before saying, “deal.”

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ceilidho · 9 months

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prompt: possessive best friend soap (part 1)

You’ve known Johnny for roughly—

“Whassit been—like twenty plus years, hen? I ken our mams have been close since we were in nappies, so we sort of grew up together, wouldn’t ya say?”

—too many years. You’ve been putting up with him for too many years now. Not more than you can count, but more than you can be bothered to relay to your bewildered-looking date sitting across the table from you. Besides, Johnny hardly needs you to fill in the blanks; since pulling up a chair beside the two of you, he’s been quite happy to share the intimate details of your friendship.

“‘Fact, almost moved in together a coupla years ago. ‘Am no’ sure why we didn’t. Might still, at some point. But I bet you knew that, huh—what was it, Rodney? Yeah, Rodney. Kinda a strange name, isn’t that? We had a dog named Rodney growing up, do’ya remember, kitty cat?”

“Yes, John. I remember.” Your head is fully in your hands now, elbows leaning against the table because there’s no reason for table manners anymore. Not with the way Johnny’s shovelling your food into his mouth like he hasn’t eaten all day. It’s annoying that it’s still rather endearing; you push the plate closer to him so he doesn’t have to reach as far across the table and risk spilling your pasta all over the white tablecloth.

You’ve been trying to catch the waiter’s eye for the past five minutes, but it’s like the guy’s been paid off or blind or something because he does everything but look over at your table. What a waste of a night.

In fairness, the date hadn’t been going exceedingly well; Rodney had already made a couple of rather passive aggressive comments about your field of study and furrowed his brows a bit too tight when you mentioned wanting to order dessert.

“Sorry, I just need to—I’ll be right back,” you mutter, scooching away from the table and wincing when your chair scrapes across the floor. You scurry off to the bathroom while Johnny keeps prattling on about whatever inane topic he’s chosen this time to your date, who is looking increasingly agitated. His expression is pinched like he has a stomachache.

In the bathroom, you wet a paper towel and press it lightly to your cheeks so your makeup doesn’t smudge. They’ve been hot since Johnny sauntered into the restaurant and made a bee-line for your table, ignoring your repeated kicks under the table and you mouthing at him to leave. It’s not fair. You go out once a month if you’re lucky because work usually takes priority in your life and now Johnny’s on leave for the next month. You’ve made peace with the fact that you’re going to have to delete all dating apps off your phone for at least the next foreseeable month.

When you come back, you’re not altogether shocked to find only Johnny still at the table, your date long gone. He scoops up the leftover red sauce with the table bread, looking like he’s having the time of his life even on his own.

“Made a break for it, did he?” you ask, sighing when you collapse despondently into your chair.

“Sorry, kitty cat,” Johnny apologies with big, beseeching eyes. “Tried to tell ‘im he didn’t hav’ta leave, but he wouldn’t have it. Paid his bill at least, good lad. The guy's a pure fandan, wasn’t he?”

You don’t necessarily want to encourage his behaviour by agreeing with him, but you can’t help the soft sound that escapes you.

Only on the drive home—you’d walked to the restaurant, but Johnny drives the two of you back to his place because he insists on making it up to you with ice cream and a movie—do you begrudgingly admit to yourself that you’re glad Johnny interrupted your date. If he was going to intrude on any date, at least it was that one. An otherwise lousy date might still have a good ending.

“Yer too good for him anyway, kitty cat,” Johnny sniffs on the drive home. You glance at him from the corner of your eyes, scrunching up your nose. You hadn’t even brought it up. “Did’ya see the way he chewed with his gob wide open? Pure repulsive behaviour. Who does that in front of a lady?”

“I don’t remember asking you about my choice of dates, Johnny.”

He laughs, reaching across to give your thigh a little squeeze. You ignore the way it makes your stomach jump. “‘Said my peace. Just don’t wanna see you settling for some numpty who hasn’t got any common decency.”

You grunt because the alternative is opening your mouth and screeching at the top of your lungs. You know this. It’s not your fault that the dating pool in your town is small to begin with and you’re picky on top of that. There’s some criteria for Man etched into your frontal lobe that you can’t read but you know is there, and it rejects every single guy you’ve ever dated.

At his place, he gets you comfortable on the couch before going to the kitchen and coming back with a bowl of ice cream filled to the brim and a single spoon. You snap at him when Johnny sits way too close to you—so close in fact that you’re pressed up against the side of the two while there are two full cushions on the opposite side of him—but he just coos and feeds you anyway, making train noises when he brings the spoon to your mouth.

He’s a rapscallion. He’s incorrigible and a devil and you miss him so much sometimes when he’s away doing whatever it is he does in the military that it hurts your heart. It literally hurts when he’s away. So you let him spoil you when he’s back in town on his annual leave or when he’s granted an exemption for a wedding or a funeral. You soak up every minute with your blue-eyed puppy dog of a best friend, content to leave the dates and your other friends for when he’s gone.

That’s been the pattern now for going on several years.

Winter is the ascetic’s season anyway. You have no reason to keep trying once the weather gets colder. So instead, you go to work during the day and then hunker down at night, only seldomly going out for drinks with friends or visiting your family for weekend brunch.

Johnny must miss you too while he’s away because the man borders on feral when he comes back. Tactile as all hell. Nary a moment goes by when he doesn’t have his hands on you somehow—big hands smoothing over your shoulders when you complain about your back aching, a hand squeezing your thigh teasingly in the car, callused fingers pinching your cheeks and squishing them together like a fish.

“Okay, now say, ‘Johnny, thank you for chasing off my bawbag of a date and buying the choco-mint,’” he coos, squishing your cheeks with one hand, the other draped along the back of the couch behind you. He’s so close that you can smell the sweat on his skin, his scent a heady musk.

You glare up at him, mollified by the ice cream but annoyed that he won’t stop rubbing it in. “Jawny, yew are an idjiot.”

He shakes his head, eyes sparkling. “No, that's no’ right. You got wax in your ears, kitty cat? Do I need ta’ check?”

You screech when he turns your head to the side and bites your ear, trying to crawl off the side of the couch, but he pulls you back down. Nearly pulls you on top of him, blowing raspberries into your temple and laughing. It’s almost impossible to escape from his arms, beefy since he enlisted years ago. They tighten around you, holding you in place while he nips at your earlobe and nuzzles into the side of your head.

He’s near doubled in size since back then. Sometimes even the sight of him makes your head spin. He towers over you, not always the tallest in the room, but always standing the straightest, the proudest. Aware of the breadth of his shoulders and his physicality, loose and limber for the most part until someone gets on his bad side and you see the change wash over him. Cocky grin turned down and hard. Arms stiff by his sides.

Not now though. Not in the little warm bubble of his living room, breath punched out of you with shrieking laughter. It’s hard to remember why you were upset with him in the first place.

“Gonna need you to give me a break, kitty,” Johnny breathes into your neck when he finally turns the movie on, pulling your legs until they’re draped across his lap. “How’m I supposed to keep an eye on you from across the world?”

“You don’t have to interrogate all my dates,” you mutter, eyes sliding shut. It’s warm in your bubble and the warmth makes you sleepy. Too bad Johnny doesn’t have a guest room at his place. You’ll probably end up drooling on his bicep when he carries you to bed.

“Yeah, I do.” His voice is low, muffled against the top of your head. “No one’s good enough for my girl. Gotta make sure they know that.”

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Transferrable Skills

Part 1

Your therapist warned you about superstitious thinking. You've been working on it. In fact, you've been very good at catching it, challenging yourself to relax, and letting things go. Even before this big work trip, you consciously avoided the "unhelpful" rituals and reminded yourself that the little ones were just to make you feel secure, not to actually influence the future across an ocean.

"I'm very nervous," you had told Señor Snuggly two weeks ago. Your worn out stuffed lizard hadn't said anything back, of course. "That's normal, because it’s an international flight. So I'm going to give you a hug good-bye, and you're gonna stay here to watch the house. I know it's not going to change anything, but I'll feel better knowing you're here."

At the airport, you realized that you had forgotten your toothbrush. It had satisfied the part of your brain that was looking for one (1) thing to go wrong. Superstitious thinking, but the kind that helped you to relax and listen to music until you boarded.

Now, forced to sit on the floor, surrounded by shouting men with guns, your brain is stuck on your lopsided stuffed animal and blue toothbrush. Of all the things that could pop into your head, why those?

You almost let out a nervous giggle at the mental image of Señor Snuggly using your toothbrush as a shiv to save the day. And then the idea of what would happen if you started laughing right now almost startles you into another burst of giggles. You clap your hands over your mouth and curl into yourself a little bit more.

Next to you, your boss throws you a sympathetic look. "You okay?"

"No talking!" The nearest assailant yells in heavily accented English. You're pretty sure the attackers have been speaking Russian, but you could be mistaken. He brandishes his gun. "You want to die?"

"She needs to go to the restroom," your boss answers.

"No, I don't," you protest. You really, really do, and have for the last two hours. But being escorted out of the room alone seems like enough of a Bad Idea that your bladder can wait.

"No, she does not," the man confirms. "Shut up. Do not talk."

You meet your boss's eyes and try to silently convey, Why are you trying to get me killed?

His doughy face says back, I am a white man who goes to the gym once a week, and I really like the John Wick movies. I have delusions of being a hero. If one man takes you to the bathroom I have the mistaken belief that I can overpower two men with guns to save everyone. Also you're a black woman, so don't you have super powers? I believe in you, queen.

You may be projecting.

Ten minutes later, just as you're wondering if you should suggest a group field trip down the hall to the bathrooms, a series of gunshots rings through the building. The energy in the room goes from nervous to frantic in an instant. Your bladder shuts up. The Russian men start shouting and waving their guns, apparently too agitated to speak English. Two hostages start crying because no one else speaks Russian, just English, French and your half-forgotten, informal, Mexican Spanish.

Another three Russians come bursting in the room, snarling something you can’t understand. They grab at a couple of people, force them to stand at gunpoint and gesture to the rest of you. And then everyone is up and kind of moving in the direction of the door. But you can’t get out of the door because they’re blocking it, but they’re really agitated that the room is still full of hostages. And then some people are being pushed back down to the floor. Your boss ends up sitting back down again. A hard hand closes on your arm before you can get down, and you and four others are dragged out.

The leader says, “You all are dignitaries, yes? Your embassies will send money or they will watch you die.”

This is, potentially, the worst possible scenario. None of the five of you are even remotely important, let alone dignitaries. You’re not 100% sure about most of the others, but you’re an aid. An aid to an aid, really. The blonde woman with the remarkably sharp bob is a personal assistant. Today’s conference was about health data management, of all things.

You decide you’re not going to die with a full bladder. You look to the man holding your arm in an iron grip and point to the upcoming door on the right. “Can I please go to the restroom? I’ll be quick.”

He asks the leader something in Russian, and then you’re being shoved through the bathroom door. He doesn’t follow you into the stall, but it’s still so awkward to pee knowing that there’s a man with a gun waiting for you. You’re so glad you aren’t on your period - opening the wrapper on anything right now would feel louder than it has since middle school.

The door to the restroom opens just as the toilet finishes flushing. You hear a scuffle, an aborted shout, and then something heavy hits the floor. You freeze, heart racing. But then there’s no more sound.

You wait for what feels like an hour but must only be a minute before calling, “H-hello?”

You don’t get an answer. Unlocking the door and easing it open, you peek out and stifle a gasp. The man who had escorted you is on the ground, a pool of blood growing around him. His gun is gone.

You’re halfway through washing your hands before you realize you’re on autopilot.

It takes everything in you to fight down the urge to freeze in place and make yourself inch around the body to the door. When you poke your head out, the hall looks so normal that it makes you dizzy for a second. You try to decide what to do through the anxiety fog. You can’t hide in the bathroom with a dead body, and you probably can’t go back to the big room with everyone without getting shot. You have no idea where the other faux-dignitaries were taken. Apparently, there’s at least one person going around killing people in bathrooms.

You try to think of what your therapist would say in this situation. All of the options feel bad, she would say. So you can’t not do anything because it feels bad. Thank the anxiety for trying to keep you safe, then try to pick the least awful course of action.

“Fight, flight, freeze, fawn,” you whisper to yourself. Fighting is right out. “Flight, freeze, fawn.” There’s a body pouring blood right behind you. “Flight, fawn.” No one is around to appease. “Flight.”

Another gunshot and shouting. It sounds like it’s coming from the left, so you head right.

You shuck off your sensible kitten heels and fervently wish your otherwise sensible pantsuit wasn’t pastel purple in this very beige hallway. Not that a thicker-than-European-average black woman mincing around in a Swiss hotel and conference center would be inconspicuous in a black suit, your mind counters itself. You try to force your brain to shut up, with mixed success.

You wander a good five minutes, reminding yourself not to panic at every locked door you try. The halls are so quiet that you half convince yourself that you’ve gotten out of immediate danger. So of course, right as you’re about the round the next corner, one of the Russians appears, reeling backwards. And then he collapses, a knife sticking out of his neck.

You can’t really worry about that, though, because right after him comes one of the largest men you’ve ever seen. He must catch sight of you out of the corner of his eye, because his head snaps to look at you. You barely register the assault rifle in his hands because his eyes bore into you through the top half of a human skull.

Oh, I’m glad I already peed, you think, staring into the eyes of Death.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” the man says, growls really. “What are you doing here?”

“I… bathroom? Please don’t kill me. I’ll cooperate.” you squeak out. Oh, fawning! Cool.

“Price, I’ve got one of the hostages,” he says, nonsensically. “I’ve cleared the east wing.”

You jump when his walkie-talkie - of course it’s a walkie-talkie - squawks back an “Affirmative. Status?”

“She’s up and walking,” the man says, not taking his eyes from yours. “Seems uninjured.”

“Stow her somewhere safe.”

“Negative,” Death says. Before you can panic because what the fuck does that mean? he says, “Bringing her back with me.”

“Copy.”

When he takes a step toward you, you stop breathing. Everything in you is screaming RUN and DON’T MOVE at the same time. His second step in your direction results in a full body twitch. You get the impression that the gun is pointed at the ground, but the only thing you can really see is bone white over a black mask and what might be really pretty brown eyes, but the shadow from the overhead light really makes it hard to tell and your vision is going a bit darkaroundtheedgesandohI’mstillnotbreathingthat’snotgreat.

You’re shocked into gasping when a gloved palm touches the side of your face. The rough material helps you settle into your body, just in time to start hyperventilating.

And that’s when things get weird, because Death says, “Easy, lovie. Settle, f’ me, yeah? Deep breaths, like we’ve practiced.”

Your brain latches on to the familiar command to settle before you can even question why it’s familiar. The way the man makes a long, low shushing noise makes you so suddenly weak in the knees that you stagger where you stand.

And then it clicks. Holy shit. You know this voice. You know these commands. You’ve been listening to and learning them at least once a week for the last six months. He doesn’t even sound that different from over the phone or on a video call.

“There you go, that’s good,” Simon, the dominant you’ve been seeing online, tells you through his skull mask. “Keep breathin’. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”

It’s the second time in your life you’ve been surprised out of a panic attack. “W-what the fuck? Si?” you gasp. “What are you doing here? Did you kill that guy?”

“Questions are gonna have to wait,” he says. “Keep breathing. In for four, hold for two. In for two, out for eight. Can you do that?”

“Why are you in Switzerland?”

“Breathe,” he rumbles. “Settle.”

“No,” you hiss, even as your shoulders relax another fraction. The corners of your eyes start prickling with tears.

“This is a double red light situation,” Si says, staring into your eyes. “I know you’re scared, but I’m going to get you out of here. You trust me?”

“You are wearing a skull on your face.”

“And you’re wearing a purple suit,” he answers. “There are people who want to shoot both of us. You get one more outburst, then you’re breathing and following me. Acknowledge.”

What the fuck? “This isn’t a scene!”

His eyes bore into yours. “Might surprise you, but I’m aware. Acknowledge.”

A distant shout makes you flinch. You relent. “Acknowledged. Four in, hold two, two in, out eight. Follow.”

“Good girl,” he says, patting your cheek once. “Stay behind me.”

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 2 months

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second, never first

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 700+??

NOT PROOFREAD

sitting next to chris during a scary movie when he is being set up with your best friend is wayy more terrifying than the conjuring let me tell you that. anna may be my best friend but i know what she i capable of and lets just say i cannot let her find out what is going on right now. for the first 30 minutes of the movie it was calm, mini jump scares here and there. each time there was a jump scare i would just jump and cover my eyes. but the movie got progressively scarier and thats how i ended up curled up next to chris with my knees up to my chest, hands over my eyes, head on his chest and his right arm on my back.

since matt and nick were sitting on a different couch i had no one else to turn to and i am a fucking pussy when it comes to scary movies. im a romance girl my favourite movies include kissing and heartfelt confessions not people in chair flipping upside down because of a demon taking over their body.

“are you sure your ok to finish this movie, we can turn it off.” chris whispers looking down at me, “uhhh” i say out loud. “its ok i can finish it.” i say looking at him as he chuckles and rubs my right shoulder.

if the situation was different i would be ecstatic to be cuddled up to chris right now but its wrong. i moved to sit up and chris removes his arm from me and grabs his water bottle off the coffee table and sips on it. the movie finally finishes and i let out the biggest sigh when its done.

“jesus y/n you look scared shitless it wasnt even that bad.” nick says. “dont think i didnt hear you audibly scream like 20 minutes ago.” i snap back. “ok” nick says sarcastically.

i grab my eyes from my purse and start my car, looking out the window to see if it actually started. “your leaving now?” chris asks. “well we have school tomorrow no?” i reply. “oh yeah” he says. “im gonna go grab a water from the fridge if thats ok.” i say “yep go ahead” chris says holding his hand out toward the hallway that leads to the kitchen. as im walking out i hear the boys mumbling.

“matt snap out of it.” i hear chris say in an annoyed tone as i walk back out to the living room. “im gonna take off now and hopefully am able to sleep tonight.” i smile. “ok thanks for coming” matt says, i smile at him and wave them off as i walk out.

later that night i got a text from chris

sunday 11:29pm

chris: be prepared for anna tomorrow

y/n: what are you talking about?????

chris: she completely blew up on me when i told her we had a movie night

y/n: did you tell her that your brothers were also included..

chris: yep

chris: she is still pissed

y/n: ok so i guess i will just go fuck myself

ring ring ring

i answer the face time with chris.

“chris what the fuck do you mean shes pissed, like jealous?” i exclaim. i knew this would fucking happen, anna is going to think me and chris are crossing her. “like i mean she thinks were hooking up and im using a movie night with my siblings to cover that up.” he states. “your fucking joking.” i say, “why the fuck doesnt she believe you i mean you guys are practically dating kissing every weekend and she thinks i want you because i set you two up?” i breathe. “ok kid calm down, she just needs reassurance from both of us.” he says shifting in his position on his bed. “you like her why would she believe you would want me in the first place.” i say.

“i dont know kid you tell me.”

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auras-moonstone · 10 months

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mad woman — ethan landry (part five)

words: 1,769

pairing: ethan landry x gf!fem!reader

based on: mad woman by taylor swift

author’s note: only one more part left ! and the epilogue (if i decide to give y/n and ethan a happy ending).

previous part ; next part

Y/N AND ETHAN WOKE UP AT THE SOUND OF THEIR PHONES RINGING. The girl groaned in annoyance as she reached for the device laying on the drawer. Ethan mumbled something under his breath before grabbing Y/N by the waist to push her against his bare chest again.

The girl laughed kissing his cheek “Eth, it might be important” she whispered. He sighed, letting her go. She took her phone and read the texts that were sent to the group as Ethan pressed short kisses on her neck.

mindy

y/n, ethan we have a plan.

meet us at the park in an hour

tara

hello????

everything okay???

chad

answer us!!!

mindy

fuck he killed her

i told you not to go with him y/n/n

wtf mindy i’m okay

why would you text that if you thought i was dead??

mindy

idk maybe you are seeing me typing

maybe you are stuck in this world trying to get revenge

you want to haunt your boyfriend for killing you!

please stop watching paranormal movies minds

we are okay. we’ll meet you there in thirty minutes

chad

*20

we texted you 40 minutes ago, mindy told you to meet us in an hour

yeah we are not going to make it in twenty

we need to shower

sam

but you went to his dorm specifically to shower

why didn’t you do that already?

i did. but i need to shower again :)

mindy

i’m throwing up rn

tara

she literally gagged

chad

ethan my man!! so proud of you buddy!

he’s still sleeping i tired him out

mindy

DONT PUT MENTAL IMAGES IN MY MIND THAT IS DISGUSTING

lmao i’m just messing with you, minds

mindy

thank god.

because virgins survive, so you two might have a chance

oh i was kidding about him still being asleep

the rest was all true :)

mindy

just stop taking and meet us there🤮

“Why didn’t you get rid of Mindy instead of Anika?” Y/N groaned as they made their way to the shower. “I actually really liked Anika. And my patience with Mindy is running out. I swear next time she says something mean to you I-“

He cut her off with a kiss “God, I love it when you get protective” he pressed against the wall of the shower.

“The shower is for showering, babe” she pulled away.

“Can’t help it” he said kissing her neck and shoulders. Y/N smirked as she turned on the cold water, Ethan quickly stepped back.

“Y/N! What was that for?” he glared at her.

“You are in desperate need of a cold shower” she laughed “Come on, we need to hurry. Your dad said it was important for us to be there”.

Ethan sighed in defeat “Fine”.

“I promise that once this is over, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me” she gave him a peck.

“Anything?” he smirked.

“Anything” she confirmed.

QUINN ATTACKED GALE AT HER HOUSE, ALMOST BEING SUCCESSFUL IN KILLING HER. Right now, the whole group, minus officer Bailey and Kirby, were at the hospital lounge, waiting for any news on the reporter’s health.

Y/N and Ethan were internally fuming. How many fucking lives did Gale Weathers have? It was ridiculous. Though, they really enjoyed seeing Sam’s guiltiness eat her alive.

"What do we do know?" Y/N asked, sitting on Ethan’s lap. He tightened his grip on the girl's frame as she drew invisible circles on his chest.

"Maybe he gets to win this time" Sam said, her voice was a bit shaky. They all looked at her as if she was crazy. "He wants to punish me. Me. So maybe I'll let him. I'll just give myself up. If this is what I have to do, to keep you safe, it's worth it".

"First of all, you are fucking insane if you think we'll let you do that" Y/N told her, no hesitation in her voice.

Tara stood up. "Y/N/N is right. You always protect us, now it's time we protect you. We are a team, remember?".

"We are family" Y/N corrected, standing up and walking towards Sam.

"You can say it, Chad" Mindy said, standing up too.

Chad got into his feet and with a excited smile he said. "Let's go! Core five!".

"Core what?" asked Danny.

"It's an us think" Chad explained briefly.

"He's gonna keep coming after us" Sam warned them.

"Isn't there somewhere safe we can hold up in?" Ethan asked.

"He's just going to keep finding us" Tara told him, making him sigh. "We could use that, though”.

THE FINAL ACT WAS ABOUT TO BEGIN. The group planned on luring Ghostface into a secure location and trap him inside. The final reveal was getting close, and Y/N’s heart beat with excitement. She couldn’t wait to see the life draining from Tara’s eyes. And then, she would continue her life with the love of her life.

"Is this even a good plan?" Ethan asked, his hand gripping Y/N’s tightly, as they walked down the stairs to take the train.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to" Tara replied.

"So we just peel off so the killer takes us off one by one? No, thank you" the curly-haired boy said, making his girlfriend look at him with her eyebrows raised. "And I don't want to leave Y/N alone, of course".

The girl laughed. "You really don't have to come, you know? We are not going to blame you for not going".

Ethan sighed. "No. Like I said, I won’t leave you alone".

“Yeah, very romantic, lovebirds. Can you move now? We are going to miss the train” Mindy said annoyed from behind them.

They walked through the current of people, pushing and shoving to try to get into the train. Just as they were about to enter it, the doors closed right in front of their faces.

"The next one should be here any minute. We won't be that far behind" said Y/N to Ethan and Mindy.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go away" Mindy said to the boy.

"What do you mean?" the girl asked her confused.

"I don't trust your boyfriend".

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Mindy, not right now. Leave your stupid accusations aside, we need to stick together".

"Fine, you can stay with him. I'll wait a couple of feet away" she replied stubbornly.

"Mindy, come on" she said tiredly, but her friend didn't listen. She turned to face the tall boy. "Can I be the one who gets rid of her?".

Ethan tried not to laugh “I’m sorry but we have to take advantage of her stubbornness. Text Quinn, it’ll be less suspicious if you do it”.

“How disappointing” she scoffed, pulling her phone out.

hey quinn. we are about to take the train. we missed the first, so we are taking the next one.

mindy distanced herself from us cause she doesn’t trust your brother.

it’ll be a great opportunity to get rid of her

(i’m so jealous you get to do it btw).

quinn

roger that:)

aw i’m sorry, i promise i’ll be extra brutal for you :)

stop flirting with me!

quinn

no can do ;)

“Hey, what the fuck?” Ethan whispered, reading the conversation over her shoulder.

Y/N laughed “Don’t worry, pretty boy. My heart is only yours”.

“That’s right. You are mine” he said, gripping her hips.

“You are so hot when you get territorial” she said pressing a kiss on his jaw.

When they boarded the train, Mindy walked towards the end of the wagon, away from them but at a reasonable distance so she could keep an eye on Ethan.

“This is perfect” Y/N whispered, looking around. The train was crowded with people dressed as famous killers—Jason, Michael Myers, Ghostface, Pennywise.

"What’s your favorite scary movie, darling?” the boy joked. He was towering over her, and her back was pressed against a metal tube.

Y/N rolled her eyes "Shut up, idiot. I was never a fan of those types of movies”

“Maybe that could be one of our dates, watching scary movies”

“I’ll do anything as long as it’s with you” she smiled sweetly. He got closer to her, now they were chest against chest, and kissed her cheeks multiple times.

“Gross” said a familiar voice from next to them. Just after that, the light went out.

“That’s your cue, Quinnie” Y/N told her.

“Don’t call me that” she grumbled before starting to get closer and closer to Mindy.

On the next stop, when a big number of people stepped out of the train, the couple turned around to see Mindy sitting on the floor, hands pressed to her stomach and blood staining her shirt.

"No, fuck!" Y/N yelled faking concern as she ran towards her. She wanted to smile so badly at the sight of the girl in pain "You've got to be kidding me! I'm so sorry, Minds".

"Somebody help!" Ethan screamed, but no one moved one finger to do something. "Shit. We've got to get her out of here".

Y/N nodded. "Breath deep" she told her before pulling her to her feet. The girl let out a groan of pain as the couple lead her out of the train. "Thanks for nothing, assholes!".

"Somebody call 911!" Ethan yelled as they put the wounded girl on the floor of the station. "Are you okay?".

"Yeah, I'm so good" she said through her teeth.

"You're going to be okay" Ethan told her.

"Goddam it! I got it wrong again!" she cried. The paramedics arrived and started to check on the wounded girl.

"Is she going to be okay?" Y/N asked them.

"Yes, your friend will be fine, don't worry. We are going to give her painkillers, while we drive her to the hospital" they informed her.

“Minds, they need all the help they can get. I hate to leave you alone, but…” Y/N started.

Mindy nodded in understanding “You have to help them, it’s okay. Go”.

“If you need anything, call me okay?” Y/N told her.

“I’ll be fine, really. Just… be careful with him, okay? I know he’s your boyfriend and you like him, but never trust the love interest”.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay” she assured her before the paramedics took her away. “Heard that? I should be careful with you” she turned around with a smirk to face her boyfriend. “Are you gonna hurt me?”.

Ethan laughed “Depends, are you into those types of kink?”.

“You really should’ve taken that cold shower” Y/N said rolling her eyes, but smiling nonetheless. “Now, let’s go. It’s time for the big finale, baby!”.

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Lost Time ☆ G. Perreault

note: friends to lovers (is this...all i write? yes😭) with Gabe. Oblivious Gabe...and reader? abrupt ending! sorry baes

requested: yes

wc: 1.1k

You were sitting in the dining hall next to Gabe, pressed into his side, his hand on your thigh drawing patterns absentmindedly. The guys were bickering back and forth but he wasn’t really paying attention, he was too focused on you. He fights a smile when you steal another grape off his tray, trying to be sneaky.

"Oh before I have to leave…" you say turning your body even more in Gabe's direction and putting your hand on his thigh and scrolling through your phone.

He bites his lip and takes a deep breath, trying to stop the fluttering feeling in his stomach as you show him two pictures of different colours.

“Okay, this one or this one?” you ask, swapping between the two photos.

“I like that one more, it’s the school’s colours.” Gabe says referring to the picture of the maroon nail polish.

“I like that one too. I gotta go or I’m gonna be late, but I’ll see you tonight?” you ask, dropping a kiss to Gabe’s cheek as you leave, bidding goodbye to the rest of the guys at the table.

“Dude, when are you gonna ask her out?” Ryan asks

“Never, we’re not like that.” Gabe answers

“Really? Cause I’m pretty sure everyone thinks you guys are dating.” Will says and Gabe shoots him a look that says traitor.

“No they don’t” Gabe argues

“Uh yes they do. I thought you guys were a couple for the first few months after we met. And why do you think no one makes a move on her?…because they think she’s taken.” Cutter says

Gabe hadn’t really thought about the fact that guys hadn’t really approached you. He can’t deny that he felt a sense of satisfaction that people thought you were his. But there was also a sense of disappointment and longing, because it wasn’t true no matter what other people wanted to believe.

“I don’t care what other people think, we’re not together.” Gabe replies

“But you wanna be, right?” Ryan asks and Gabe sighs. He really didn’t want to talk about this.

“It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t feel the same way.” Gabe says, a tone of finality in his voice.

“You’re kidding right? When I assumed you guys were together, most of the time it was because of things that she did. I mean, just five minutes ago she was practically sitting in your lap, looking at you with heart eyes and kissing you goodbye…If those aren’t signs that she feels the same way, I don’t know what is.” Cutter says and when Gabe doesn’t respond the guys thankfully move on to another topic of conversation.

When Gabe goes over to your place that night, he’s still thinking about the conversation he had earlier that day. Were you giving him signals? Maybe he should just ask you? But what if you weren’t sending him signals and you didn’t feel the same. Gabe doesn’t want to risk losing you if you don’t.

When he enters your apartment, he’s immediately met with the smell of popcorn and the sight of you cuddled up on the couch, wearing his hoodie, popcorn sitting on the little table at your side. He chuckles a little at the sight. The popcorn bowl was bigger than your head. You always make too much, so Gabe had taken over popcorn duties for the last few movie nights but he was running a bit late tonight and you were impatient so you went ahead and did it.

When Gabe takes a seat next to you on the couch, you immediately cuddle into his side, where you stay for the rest of the movie. Gabe didn’t really pay attention to the movie at all, his mind still thinking about whether or not he should ask you how you felt. He was pulled out of his thoughts when you turned to him abruptly while the credits rolled on the screen.

“I forgot to show you my nails! Do you wanna see them?” you ask and Gabe smiles while nodding, finding your excitement adorable.

You hold out your hands and he takes them both, holding them gently and inspecting your nails. He was expecting the slightly longer than normal maroon covered nails, what he wasn’t expecting were the little golden 34’s on each ring finger.

“Do you like them?” you ask a little hesitant.

“I love them,” he says, kissing both hands and you smile.

Signals. Surely these were signs that you had feelings for him…right? Gabe couldn’t go on any longer not knowing. He was going to drive himself insane. He just needed to ask you and accept whatever the fallout was of doing so.

He takes a deep breath and holds on tighter to both your hands, for support. “I need to ask you something.”

“Anything,” you answer

“I like you, as more than a friend. And I’m sorry if this is gonna mess things up between us but I can’t go on any longer wondering if you feel the same. I just need to know so that I can either try to move on or…” Gabe says, unable to even speak the words into existence if there were no chance of them being true.

“Gabe of course I like you…I’ve been doing everything I possibly could to make it clear that I like you…short of kissing you or just telling you,” you say

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Gabe asks

“Because I was scared. Terrified really. That you wouldn’t reciprocate my feelings and our friendship wouldn’t be the same afterwards. I thought you knew. I was actually starting to think that maybe you just didn’t have feelings for me.” you say a little sadly.

“No, not at all! I do have feelings for you. A lot of feelings. I can’t believe we could’ve been together all this time…” Gabe says, a little frustrated with himself that if he had taken this risk sooner, you could’ve gotten together months ago.

“Don’t think like that. I love that we both cherish our relationship so much that we didn’t wanna do anything to risk it. We’re just gonna have to make up for lost time.” you say and Gabe smiles a little, loving that you always seem to see the good in every situation.

You shriek when he stands up and throws you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” you ask laughter bubbling out of you.

“I’m making up for lost time,” Gabe says walking towards your bedroom.

If things were gonna go like he hopes, you’ll have the rest of your lives to make up for lost time.

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intricatechaosofyou · 1 year

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ENCHANTED

Pairing: Bob Floyd x f!reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Summary: the last thing you wanted was a night out, but a certain WSO might change your mind

Based on Taylor Swift’s “Enchanted”

Part II

Warnings: drinking, alcohol, language

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day!! Here’s a little Bob one shot for everyone wishing he was here today.

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The last thing you wanted to do tonight was go out. It had been a long week and you just wanted to curl up on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and a sappy rom-com, but your friend had other plans for you.

“Emily, this is ridiculous,” you whined as your best friend coated your lips with a glittery gloss.

“Stop talking, you’ll mess me up. And stop complaining. It’ll be fun. We’re going to the Hard Deck.”

“That makes it worse,” you complained.

“That makes it better! A chance to hook up with a Naval officer.” Emily smiled wickedly and shot you a wink. “Why do you think I dolled you all up?”

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. At Emily’s request, you were wearing the sundress that only fell halfway down your thighs and pushed up your cleavage. She had even done your hair and makeup. She really had dolled you all up.

“I still don’t like this idea,” you admitted, toying with the end of your dress.

“You will,” Emily assured with a wink.

—————

It turns out, Emily was very wrong. You didn’t like this idea at all. The night had been horrible so far. Your best friend had disappeared five minutes after you arrived, charmed by a blonde aviator who introduced himself as Jake Seresin, callsign: Hangman.

You were about ready to go home. You had faked enough smiles and forced a few too many laughs for one night. Besides, it was still early enough for that movie you wanted to watch in the first place.

Still, you couldn’t leave without telling Emily. Even if she went home with Hangman, she’d still worry about where you were. So as you looked around the bar trying to spot your friend, you found yourself staring at a beautiful pair of cobalt eyes.

It was like you couldn’t look away once you saw him. You weren’t sure what it was but it seemed like time stopped, like everyone else in the room vanished. You weren’t one to believe in love at first sight, but this certainly seemed like it. With a blush you turned away from him and focused on the drink in front of you, suddenly enamored with swirling the liquid in your glass when you felt a presence to your left.

“The usual, Bob?” Penny asked the figure who was now seated two stools away from you. Turning to look at the customer you found the owner of the beautiful eyes. There he was, a few feet away from you. And he was even more attractive up close. The glasses that adorned his face fit him well and the khaki uniform he wore was oddly doing it for you.

After the man nodded to Penny, you decided to pipe up. It was now or never.

“Bob?” You asked, making the man in question turn to you. “Is that your callsign?”

The man looked bewildered to find you talking to him but nodded nonetheless. “Yes, ma’am. It’s not as interesting as some of the others.”

“I like it. Certainly much better than ‘Hangman,’” you scoffed.

“You know Hangman?” Bob asked, tilting his head.

“He charmed my friend about an hour ago. Haven’t seen her since,” you lamented. “I assume you’re familiar with the walking Ken doll as well.”

With a chuckle, Bob nodded.

“Does that mean you’re a pilot, too?”

“Weapons systems officer, actually. I don’t actually fly the plane. I manage all of our weapons and act like a second pair of eyes for the pilot,” Bob explained, waving his hands in front of him as he talked.

“Sounds important.”

Bob blushed, looking down at the bartop. “Yeah, you could say that.”

You smiled at the man. He seemed less cocky than the rest of the aviators in the Hard Deck. It was like a breath of fresh air. With a smile, you moved to sit in the stool right next to him.

He looked down at you, smiling shyly.

“Tell me more,” you prompted.

Over the next few hours, you and Bob talked about everything from your jobs to your favorite songs to why your friend had dragged you here in the first place. He was endearing, stuttering every once in a while when he stared at you for too long and gesturing with his hands whenever he got excited about a topic. Caught up in the playful banter, you lost track of time and when you checked your phone, you realized it was almost midnight.

“I should be getting home,” you muttered, playing with the hem of your dress.

“Oh, right.” Bob hesitated, running his tongue over his bottom lip before speaking again. “Do you need a ride home?”

“I’ll call an Uber. I don’t want to keep you if you need to get home to a girlfriend or something.”

“No, no girlfriend or anything,” Bob replied with a shake of his head. “It’d be no trouble to take you home.”

“Then, I’d appreciate it,” you admitted.

Bob closed the tab, insisting on paying for your drinks as well, as you texted Emily that you were leaving, having found a ride. When the two of you got to his car, he opened the passenger seat door for you and helped you in before getting into the driver’s seat.

As he drove, the only sounds were the radio playing some song from the 80s in the background and the occasional direction from you. It was comfortable. You felt oddly at ease in the passenger seat of Bob’s car even though you two had been strangers mere hours ago.

When you arrived in front of your house, you turned to the man. “Thanks for the ride, Robby.”

“Robby?” He questioned, small smile gracing his face.

You nodded. “Does that bother you?”

“Not at all,” Bob admitted. “Will…will you be at the Hard Deck next Friday?”

Humming, you shrugged, playful smile on your face. “Maybe. Got this weapons system officer I wanna see again.”

“I think he wants to see you again, too.”

You leaned over the center console and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, giggling as you watched a rosy color spread over his face. “See you next week, Robby.”

With that, you opened the car door and scurried to your front door. After you stepped inside and closed the door, you fell back against the wood, dreamy sigh escaping you.

God, you hoped you’d see Bob Floyd again.

I was enchanted to meet you

—————

The next weekend, when Emily suggested you go to the Hard Deck again, you immediately agreed.

“And here I thought you hated this place just last week,” Emily mused as the two of you walked up the path to the bar.

“I found a new appreciation for it is all,” you replied.

“Because of a certain pilot?” Emily wagged her brows at you, making you roll your eyes. After the previous night out, Emily made you spill everything about the man who drove you home.

“WSO,” you corrected.

Emily stifled a laugh at your response. “Oh, honey you are whipped.”

“Am not.”

“Whatever,” Emily replied, pushing the door to the bar open. Her eyes immediately fell on a tall blonde by the dartboard. “Hangman!”

The blonde’s eyes snapped up and a lazy smirk appeared on his face once he recognized your best friend. In a few short strides, he was in front of the two of you. “Hey, Emily. Good to see you again.”

Your best friend giggled out a reply to the man as your eyes searched the room for a glimpse of those glasses and cobalt eyes.

“Looking for Bob?”

At the mention of the man in question, you turned to face Hangman.

“W- what?” You croaked.

“Are you looking for Bob?” Hangman repeated. “Saw you two talking last time you were here. Figure you’re hoping to see him here tonight.”

Your cheeks heated up. Were you that obvious?

“Is he here?”

Hangman shook his head. “No, not tonight. Him and his pilot had to eject this morning. The hospital is keeping them overnight for observation.”

“What?” Your face paled, breathing becoming slightly labored. “Are they alright?”

Hangman nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, breathe for me, kid. He and Phoenix are fine. They’re only keeping them as a precaution.”

Nodding helplessly, you placed a hand on your chest, trying to stop the panic bubbling inside you.

“You want some water?” Emily questioned from your side.

You just nodded again and let her pull you towards the bar, leading you to sit down on a stool.

Penny placed a glass in front of you. Muttering a thanks, you brought the glass up to your lips and nearly chugged the liquid.

“Hey, little sips, little sips,” Emily reprimanded, pulling the glass away from you. “You okay, honey?”

“I don’t know, Em. Why am I so concerned about a guy I barely know?”

“I think you like him,” she replied.

You groaned, dropping your head down on the bartop. You knew she was right. But how could you have fallen for a guy you only met once?

—————

The next weekend, you and Emily were at the Hard Deck again. You were determined to see Bob.

As soon as you entered the building, you caught sight of the cobalt eyes you had been thinking about for the last two weeks. It was as if your legs acted of their own accord. You were weaving through the crowd, Emily shouting your name behind you. When you reached Bob, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Woah, hey!” Bob grunted as you collided with his chest, staggering a few steps back at the sudden weight. His arms instinctually wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“I was so worried!” You admitted, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

One of Bob’s hands came up to cradle the back of your head, gently threading his fingers in your hair.

“Hangman told me you ejected and you were in the hospital,” you ranted, pulling back from the man and cupping his cheeks in your hands. “Are you okay?”

Bob nodded, letting you tilt his face back and forth to inspect him for any injuries. “I’m okay, (y/n). I’m okay. Couple of bruises but I’m okay.”

You let out a shaky breath, wiping at some of the tears that had trailed down your cheeks. “Okay.”

Someone clearing their throat to your left caused both of your heads to snap in the direction of a few aviators, no doubt friends of Bob, staring at you.

“You gonna introduce us, Baby on Board?” Hangman asked with a smirk, one arm slung across Emily’s shoulders.

Bob blushed slightly and you stepped away from him, just keeping your hand on his elbow to remind yourself that he was there and he was alright.

“This is (y/n). We met a couple weeks ago,” Bob explained.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” you said with a small smile.

“Is this the one you wouldn’t shut up about?” The man with the mustache asked.

Bob’s blush darkened, free hand rubbing at the nape of his neck.

“Shut up, Rooster,” the only woman aviator of the group piped up, elbowing the man who had just talked. “It’s nice to meet you, (y/n). I’m Phoenix, Bob’s pilot.”

You smiled and shook her hand. Bob had talked about her when you had last seen him. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m glad to see you two safe after the ejection last week.”

“Me too. Million dollar plane taken down by a damn pigeon. Impressive, isn’t it?” Phoenix said with a sarcastic smirk.

The rest of Bob’s coworkers introduced themselves to you, happy to have you joining them for the night. You partnered with Phoenix to destroy Fanboy and Payback at pool, watched Hangman beat Coyote at darts, and sang along with everyone as Rooster played “Great Balls of Fire” on the piano. But throughout the night, you never strayed far from Bob. The two of you were always in reach of each other, sharing shy glances and smiles during the night.

When Rooster had started up his fifth Jerry Lee Lewis song, Bob tilted his head towards the door. You got the hint and followed him out of the bar.

The two of you leaned against the railing of the patio, staring out at the water before you decided to speak up.

“I was glad to see you here tonight.”

“I could tell. That hug caught me off guard,” Bob said with a chuckle.

You blushed, looking away from the man. “I’m sorry. I was just so worried when I heard what happened last week and I was so happy to see you safe. I don’t even know why I was so worried. We barely even know each other. I was just so enchanted by you when we first met–”

“(y/n),” Bob cut you off. “I get it. I felt the same way.”

Relief flooded you as you glanced back at him. “Really?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t get you off my mind the past two weeks. Your name just echoed in my head. I should’ve told you that night, but I didn’t.”

You stared at Bob, slightly overwhelmed by the eloquent admission.

“I’m sorry. That was really forward of me,” he began.

Without a second thought, you grabbed Bob’s collar and pulled his lips to yours before he could retreat in on himself.

It was slow and soft, everything you expected kissing him would be like. His hands moved to grab your waist as his tongue prodded at your bottom lip.

As you opened your mouth, letting his tongue in, you threaded your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him closer to you. It was instinctual, the way you needed him as close to you as possible.

When the two of you parted, you stared at each other, chests heaving as you both tried to catch your breaths.

“You free tomorrow?” Bob questioned, his country drawl a little thicker now.

“Yeah. What’d you have in mind, Robby?”

“Dinner?”

You smiled brightly, trailing your hands down his chest. “Sounds like a date. But for tonight, why don’t you take me home?”

Bob nodded and pressed a fleeting kiss to your lips before digging his keys out of his pocket. And as he drove the two of you to your place, hand grasping yours, you smiled.

Maybe going to the Hard Deck wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

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hoodharlow · 9 months

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Something More

AN: to quote @velvetstreets video "who are you to get me wet" also I'm using Antonella and Toni interchangeably but they are the same OC

Requested? My coochie

Warnings: smut 🤪🤪🤪

Word Count: 2.5k words

Jack was going crazy the more he watched Toni's Instagram story. He had his hand balled into a fist as he watched Toni rub up on someone who had no business being behind her. He hadn't seen Toni since the kickball game and now she was dancing with someone at a party. He had sent her story to his friends and Urban so they could figure out who she was dancing with, but they all came out empty. He didn’t know why he cared.

It’s not like Toni and him were an item. She was just another girl from a long and extensive roster he had. A roster that he had cleared months ago and he'd only been with her for months, his subconscious reminded him. He's even flown her out a few times to where he was in the last few months just so he could spend time with her. Obviously Jack felt like there could be something more between them but he was scared and didn’t want Toni to feel pressured by it. But he also didn't like that she was out and about when could be with him.

Jack paused the movie he had been playing for background noise and went to his room to get ready. He came out in jeans, a simple t-shirt and a flannel. Toni turned to putty whenever Jack wore a flannel. Most of his flannel collection was at her place.

Jack and Toni, whose full name is Antonella, have known each other since high school. They had some mutual friends and classes together but they were never close. Not until a few years back when she opened her own café where people can go and paint next door to Jack's parents' shop. Whenever he was in town he would make sure to host a private party at her shop with all their friends.

One of those parties was how they became friends with benefits. Antonella was cleaning up and prepping for the next day and Jack stayed behind to help. They talked for a bit, finally having a real conversation just between them. One thing led to another and Jack was on his knees eating her out while held on to the table for dear life. Antonella thought it was going to be a one time thing, but the following day Jack came with a plan and since then they've been hooking up. Their friends knew; it wasn't that hard for them to figure out. They stayed out of Jack and Toni's business, none of them wanted to be caught in the middle of their situation.

Jack parked in the back, near some bushes and made his way inside. He paid the twenty dollar fee and looked for Urban. He spotted his best friend with two redheads sitting on each side of him.

"Didn't think you showed." Urban said before taking a hit of his blunt. He pointed his blunt to a hallway leading to another room. "Last I saw, your girl was taking shots with Sam, Marni, and the rest."

"Thanks," Jack mumbled.

He made a beeline to where Urban said she was. Antonella was sitting on the kitchen island pouring tequila down Sam's, her best friend's, throat. Sam sat up, coughing. Toni placed the bottle next to her.

"Who's next?" Toni asked, holding up the bottle. Her eyes met Jack's and the bright smile turned into a deep frown. "You know what, let's go dance."

They held hands together and walked toward the sliding door leading to the backyard, where the main dance floor was. Antonella was at the end of the line so Jack reached for her wrist.

"Can we talk?" He asked.

Her friends all halted and looked between Jack and her. Toni was quiet. Not sure if she should go with him or with her friends.

"You have five minutes." Sam answered for Antonella.

"Seriously." Toni whisper-yelled.

"Yes, now go. That man looks like a lost puppy." She said, gently pushing Toni to Jack.

Jack and Antonella stood awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen.

"Let's talk out here." Jack said, reaching for her hand.

He led her out to where he parked. There were a few people but none of them that close to eavesdrop on them. Antonella leaned against Jack's car and inspected her nails. Jack took her in. She wore a cropped tank top with safety pins in the front with a denim mini skirt and a bright baby blue belt. She completed the ensemble with her ever-present paint splatter Doc Martens and Prada mini bag Jack got her for her birthday last year.

"So…" Jack said, testing the waters. He shoved his hands in his pockets and waited for her to respond.

"Why'd you drag me out of the party?" She asked.

"Why are you practically ghosting me?" He asked instead of answering her question.

"You were busy." She shrugged.

"I've been at my place doing nothing but play video games with PG." He told her, confused.

"Right." She smiled sarcastically.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jack frowned.

"Look, whatever we have going is cool but I would appreciate a heads up if you bring another girl here." Antonella snapped at him.

"Toni, what are you going on about? I haven't brought anyone over."

"Don't fucking lie to me. I saw it with my own two eyes." She couldn't believe he was lying to her face.

"You have astigmatism." Jack mumbled, fighting back a laugh.

"I had my glasses– that's besides the point. I saw you hugging a girl with brown hair and pink highlights at the kickball game." She crossed her arms.

It suddenly clicked.

"That was Autumn, Clay's girlfriend." Jack told her.

Antonella shook her head. "No, Autumn had turquoise highlights the last time I saw her."

"She dyes her hair every few weeks." He explained.

"Oh." She said quietly.

"Yeah," He grinned, noticing how slightly embarrassed she looked.

"Well thanks for clearing that up. I should get going. Sam is probably wondering where I'm at."

She began to walk, but he caught her hand and backed her up against his car. He pressed himself against her, caging her in.

"I still have some things I wanna clear up." He said.

"Like what?" She asked, her breath slightly hitching.

"Who were you dancing with?" He brought one hand down, sliding it slowly up her thigh.

"Why do you care?" She smiled slyly.

For once she had the upper hand on Jack. She was dancing with her friend Jalen but he had left because his boyfriend was feeling sick.

"Because I don’t want you dancing with anyone else but me." He mumbled against her neck.

"That's a shame because last I checked I don't answer to you and I can do whatever and whomever I please." She crossed her arms.

"As if anyone could get you off like it." Jack kissed and nipped her neck.

Antonella fought back a moan and cleared her throat. "You think too highly of yourself. You're not the only one who can get me off."

"Yeah, but no one knows your body like I do. No one knows how kissing your neck makes your pussy wet, Toni." He sucked under her jaw. Hr brought one hand up to play with her breasts. He tugged her left nipple, making her quietly gasp. "Or how your left nipple is more sensitive than your right one."

"You think you got me wet?" She asked in a challenging tone.

Jack pulled away from her neck and met her gaze. "You're telling me if I don't slip my hand in your panties–"

"I'm not wearing any panties." She cut him off.

Jack grabbed her face and leaned down to kiss her. Toni wrapped her hands around the openings of Jack's flannel and deepened the kiss. After what felt like an eternity later, Jack pulled away and dropped to his knees. He pushed Antonella's skirt up her to her waist. He turned his hat around so the brim would get in the way, but Toni took it off his head and plopped it on the hood of his car. She liked pulling his hair when he went down on her.

He didn't waste any time in devouring her. Jack placed one of her legs over his shoulder.

"Missed your taste on my tongue." Jack groaned.

Toni was done for. She could barely stay up but thankfully the grip she had on Jack's curls helped her stay up. Her grip only tightened as Jack squeezed her ass as he continued to have her. He inserted another while he pressed his thumb on her clit.

Toni felt something build up in her. She felt pleasantly overwhelmed with Jack's fingers and tongue. Jack felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly. Before she could process what was happening, she yelled out Jack's name pleasure. He continued to rub her clit until her high wore down. He gently dropped her leg and held on to her hips keeping her balance.

He lapped up her release and stood up. He tugged down Antonella's skirt, fixing it for her.

"You can go to your friends now." He said, putting his hat back on.

Toni crossed her arms. "What if I don't wanna go with them?"

"Don't fucking stop!" Antonella cried as Jack slammed his hips into her.

They didn't think twice before going back to Jack's place. They didn't even make it to his bedroom before Jack was inside of her. He had her against the door that led to his bedroom. Two orgasms in and it didn't seem like they were going anywhere.

Jack brought her face down and captured her lips. He halted their movements and they just kissed. She wrapped her legs ev4n tighter around him as he continued to roughly fuck her. His thrusts are now slow; painfully slow. Jack rolled his hips into her, earning yet another moan.

“Jack!” she panted repeatedly with each slow and agonizing thrust.

With one final thrust, she was pushed over the edge, and she repeated Jack’s name over and over until her high faded. Jack continued thrusting in and out of her. His thrusts grew sloppy.

"Come in my mouth." She whimpered.

"Yeah?" He asked.

Toni nodded.

Jack carefully set her down and pulled out of her. Toni took a step forward and lost balance. Jack caught her before she fell to the ground.

"Let's finish in my bed." He told her, picking her up bridal style.

He set down in the middle of the bed and laid on his side. Toni turned on her side and cupped his face. They made out for a while with a few teasing touches here and there. Antonella eventually reach for Jack's cock and slowly stroked him as they continued to kiss.

"'M close, T." Jack grunted against her mouth.

Toni pulled away and gently pushed him down on the bed so he wouldn’t be on his side anymore. She hovered over him and kissed down his body until she was situated in between his legs. She spit on his length and slowly jerked him off with both hands. Antonella slipped him as far as she could take him.

Jack let out an incoherent sound until she reached the back of her throat. Toni did it a few more times, egging him on. She pulled away, with a trail of saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth, and kissed down his length. One of his hands gripped the back of her head, keeping her in place as he thrusted into her mouth. Toni let out soft moans. Her hands gripped his legs, nails digging into his thighs, keeping her from losing balance. Minutes later he spilled in her mouth. She had pushed his hands off of her as she continued to stroke him as he came, taking all of his release. Toni swallowed every drop and licked her hand clean.

"You're unbelievable, you know that right?" Jack told her.

"So I've been told." She shrugged, making him chuckle.

They made their way to Jack's room to get ready for bed. They helped wash off their releases off each other's bodies. Once they were dry, they did their own little nighttime routines. Jack's medicine cabinet was filled with almost everything Toni had back at her place. The first time she saw them, Jack had explained that it was just easier for her to have her own set at his place so she wouldn't have to carry it around every time she would spend the night. She even had some closet space and a two drawers for her things, but she didn't think much of it.

Toni finished first as Jack was drying his hair with a diffuser. She had gone downstairs and picked up their clothes, bringing them back to Jack's bedroom. She put on Jack's flannel and got in bed. She was answering Sam when Jack finally stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of black boxer-briefs.

"Are you ready for bed?" Antonella asked him, plugging her phone in the charger he got her.

"I wanted to talk to you about something but I don’t know how you'll take it." He said.

"Oh, um, what's up?" She furrowed her eyebrows together, concerned.

"I meant it earlier when I said I didn't want you dancing with anyone else but me. In fact I don't want you to be with anyone else but me."

"I don't know what you mean?" She knew what he meant, but she needed to hear from him.

"I've had feelings for you for a while, T. I don't want to be your fuck buddy anymore. I want us to be something more."

"What about the other girls from your roster? I'm sure they–"

"I ended that roster months ago. I've only been with you."

"Jack…"

"I totally get if you don't want to and just wanna keep it how it was. Or end things because honestly, I feel a little embarrassed that I spring this on you. No hard feelings if you wanna end things. In my experience it gets weird once someone confesses their feelings and the other doesn't feel the same." Jack rambled on.

"Who said I didn't feel the same way you do?" Antonella frowned.

"You do?" He asked.

"You would have known that earlier if you let me get a word in." She said in a playful tone.

Jack's cheeks flushed. "Oh."

"Yeah," she nodded. "Why don't we take it slow? We don't have to tell our friend we're official. We can take it one day at a time."

"By take it slow do you mean–"

"We're still fucking, don't worry." She reassured him, knowing he was going to ask about sex.

He sighed in relief, "Oh, good because my dick was over my hand these past few days without being in you. I don't think it would have lasted more."

"I'm gonna regret this." Toni mumbled to herself.

"You won't." He said confidently.

Antonella rolled her eyes and got under the covers.

"Goodnight." She said, yawning.

Jack chuckled. He reached over to her lamp and turned off the light. He pulled Toni to his chest and drifted off to sleep knowing this was all he wanted.

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Five Hargreeves x Reader

It's the end of the world and everyone you know is gone. After you find yourself at the Hotel Obsidian, you realize you have something in common with the rest of the remaining population. When Number Five takes a particular interest in you, and your special ability, the evening turns into much more than you expected.

The universe may be hours away from imploding, but you and Five are going out with a bang.

WARNING: THIS IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT STORY, STARTING ON CHAPTER 3

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Chapter One: An Unexpected Guest

The Hotel Obsidian was a place you had passed many times in your life, but had never ventured into. It had always reminded you of something out of a horror movie and you figured no one in their right mind would ever want to hang out there, let alone spend the night. But as the city had gradually started to crumble around you, and the people in your life evaporated into thin air, it appeared to be the only building that was not affected. So, before your home could be destroyed out from under you, you had decided to head for the creepy hotel. Nothing could be as horrifying than what was happening outside of it.

When you had pushed through the revolving door earlier that morning, you weren’t sure what to expect. But running into one of the most famous faces in the city was not one of them. As far as you could tell, the hotel seemed fairly void of any occupants. However, as you walked further into the lobby, taking in the surroundings, you came face to face with Sloane Hargreeves, who immediately blocked your path.

You recognized her immediately, of course. Her and her siblings’ faces had been plastered around the city and on every magazine, lunch box, and action figure since you were a kid. There had even been a year when the entire Sparrow Academy came to your elementary school to give an assembly in the gym about the dangers of drugs. You hardly paid any attention to what they had been lecturing about because you hadn’t stopped staring at their faces and wondering what it would have been like to be a part of their team.

But that was a long time ago, and you were an adult now. And your entire life had now been turned upside down; so, meeting one of your childhood heroes didn’t have the same impact as it would have even several days ago. You just wanted answers.

After a brief introduction and explanation of how you had arrived there, Sloane seemed to take pity on you and led you into the lobby, sitting you down in one of the overstuffed chairs. She left briefly, but returned with a glass of water and a very tall man in tow. You honestly weren’t listening to what the two of them were babbling on about. Something about a grandfather paradox and time lines and a kugel-something. All ending in the current apocalypse, which you hadn’t needed them to point out to you. That part was fairly obvious.

Seeing your distraught face and blank stare, Sloane and the man who had been introduced to you as Luther, exchanged glances.

“You know what? We’re supposed to have a family meeting in just a minute. Why don’t you come along and you can meet everyone else,” Sloane chirped with much more enthusiasm than seemed warranted for your current situation.

But you shrugged and nodded, deciding anything was probably better than sitting in this weird hotel all alone. You followed the two upstairs and into a large sitting area where several more people were gathered. No one looked familiar to you, except for one other Sparrow. It didn’t look like any of the other team members were around. The group stopped talking immediately, eyeing you up suspiciously, and then erupting in a chorus of protest. You crossed your arms angrily over your chest at the outburst. The entire world was ending and these people had the nerve to get pissed at your continued existence?

But they were quickly shushed by Sloane and Luther and you were introduced to everyone. Most everyone glared back at you with narrowed eyes. All except for a slightly unhinged looking woman named Lila, who was grinning around the room, apparently pleased with the chaos that had broken out around her. The verbal assault was cut short, however, when a man stood up to address the group and everyone else grew quiet.

Well, maybe man wasn’t quite the right word. Kid? You weren’t sure. He certainly looked younger than everyone else there, but you’d never seen a teenager immaculately dressed in a three-piece suit before. Nor had you witnessed one take command of a room so effortlessly. All eyes were on him as he spoke with the irritation and lack of patience you would only have expected from a fully grown adult. Despite the obvious age difference, you couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself. Like he was smarter and more confident than anyone else in the room, and he knew it.

The initial interest in your arrival faded quickly as the rest of the group dissolved into arguments; yelling loudly at and over one another. The argument was about how to best try and save the world, but after listening to the kid they addressed as Five, they finally stopped. You weren’t sure what any of it meant, but the look on Five’s face as he told them all there was nothing left to do, left you with a feeling of sadness. You could have easily figured out everything he was feeling, but you weren’t going to do that. Not here.

Five’s eyes eventually landed on you at the back of the room. His intense gaze never wavered as he looked you in the eyes. You shifted slightly on your feet, his stare making your heart beat just a little faster. There was no denying how good looking he was, or how that ridiculously out-of-place suit looked like it had been made specifically for his lean body. You had the sudden desire, among other things, to punch yourself directly in the face for being so gross. After all, he was probably not even older than 16 or 17; more than a full decade younger than you.

He finally looked away when he realized Sloane and Luther were making some sort of wedding announcement. The general consensus seemed to be irritation and annoyance, which you could hardly blame them for. Who the hell gets married when the universe is about to end? So far, nothing you had encountered since arriving had been normal in any way.

The group dispersed, and you were left standing there with only Five eyeing you up from across the room again. He didn’t say anything to you, and you weren’t sure how to interpret his stare. But you couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze roamed slowly over your body before landing on your face. The heat you felt rise to your cheeks was embarrassing and you looked away. When you looked back, he had turned and was walking away, leaving you alone and slightly confused.

Not sure what to do with yourself, you made your way back to the lobby, remembering there had been a bar there. A drink, or two or three, would be very welcomed at the moment. As you made your way over, you were stopped in your tracks when you saw the very familiar figure of Reginald Hargreeves stride across the lobby. You gasped and took a small step backwards on instinct. He hadn’t noticed you, however, and he walked right on through and off to another part of the hotel.

You found a comfortable looking chair near the bar and you sank down, suddenly feeling very tired and very overwhelmed. A drink still sounded like a good idea, but the bar was occupied by Five; seemingly mixing up large amounts of random alcohol and throwing back shots like a professional. He wasn’t paying you any attention, but for some reason he still made you nervous and you watched from a distance. No one seemed to care that this kid was working on making himself black-out drunk, but most rules had probably gone out the window at this point.

As you were lost in thought, a figure came over to you and sat down in the chair next to you. It was a man you hadn’t been introduced to you yet and he gave you a friendly smile before extending his hand. You couldn’t help but noticed the already odd ensemble he had on was ripped apart and covered in blood. But you returned his handshake anyway, because why not? This day couldn’t get any fucking weirder.

“I heard rumors we had a new guest, so I assume that’s you. Hi, I’m Klaus. I hope my family hasn’t scared you off too much. They don’t take kindly to strangers sometimes.”

You offered a half-smile. At least he seemed like he was trying to be nice. “Yeah, I kind of picked up on that. I wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms.”

Klaus nodded. “How about I get us a couple drinks and you can tell me how you ended up with us?”

A minute later, Klaus brought back two glasses of amber colored liquor for the two of you, having spoken briefly to Five before receiving the same irritated look that the kid seemed to reserve for everyone. You accepted one of them gratefully and took a sip. The whiskey felt good as it burned slowly down your throat and warmed your insides.

Klaus sat and chatted with you for a while; asking how you ended up at the hotel and sharing bits and pieces of how the world had ended up this way. You didn’t really grasp much of it, and you were too busy catching glimpses of Five over Klaus’s shoulder to ask any follow up questions. After a while, Five caught you watching him and the effects of the drink had lowered your inhibitions enough to not look away.

He looked at you with vague curiosity, and you could see the alcohol seeping in already; his facial features becoming more relaxed and his eyes trying to focus. His look didn’t linger on you for too long, before he was back to looking bored and mildly irritated. His downward spiral into drunkenness was only masking the underlying anxiety you could still see lurking within him. You knew, because you’d been trying to mask that same anxiety all of your life.

“So, what’s his deal?” you asked Klaus, after you had drained the rest of your glass in one gulp. You pointed your chin in Five’s direction.

Klaus glanced over his shoulder. “Who, Five? Oh, he’s just an old grouch. Don’t pay him any mind. And if he says something incredibly rude to you, just ignore him. The old man wouldn’t know how to loosen up if it was the end of the world!” Klaus laughed at his joke and you smiled.

“Old man? Isn’t he your younger brother or something?”

Klaus waved his hand in the air. “Oh, right, I guess you wouldn’t know about his…special circumstances. Long story short, he bounced around time like a ping-pong ball for years, and then he screwed up his destination ETA and voila! You get a 58-year old man in a 17-year old body. How’s that for the most fucked up thing you ever heard?”

As Klaus giggled and took another sip of his drink, you looked back at Five thoughtfully. Eventually, Klaus left, but not before insisting that you come with him to the wedding later that night. You were pretty sure you were not invited, but Klaus wouldn’t take no for an answer. He told you to raid one of the lobby clothing stores for a dress and he would see you later. You found yourself alone once again, with only Five in the room with you. This time, he didn’t ignore you.

He walked over, somewhat unsteadily, and sat down across from you, his eyes never leaving yours. His look was intense and you found yourself glancing away, which was really starting to annoy you. When you looked back, he was leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

“So, what’s your deal?” he asked, barely hiding the snarl in his voice.

“That’s funny. I just asked the same thing about you,” you barked back at him.

He gave a short laugh and an unpleasant smile. “I don’t think you have any right to be asking questions around here. I know why we’re all here,” he gestured vaguely to your surroundings, “But I don’t know why you’re here.”

You matched his intense gaze this time, not backing down. “Do you mean, why am I still alive when all of humanity has seemingly been wiped out?”

Five nodded. “Something like that, yeah.”

Suddenly, all of the things you had been holding back came rushing out. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was Five. But you found yourself blurting everything out.

“Well, I would love to fucking know that myself, actually. You see, for as long as I can remember, I was told to never, ever, cross paths with Reginald Hargreeves or his children. That he was dangerous and his Sparrow Academy was just a front for something more sinister. This was drilled into me. By my parents, my family…everyone.”

You swallowed and choked back the tears you were determined not to let this little creep see. “And now, my entire family is dead. My friends are dead. Literally everyone I know is dead. So, I’m sure you can imagine how extremely fucked up this whole situation is for me. That the very same people I was warned about my entire life are now the only people, besides me and a few others, that are alive on this planet.”

Five sat back, glass in hand, and took a sip of his drink, all with narrowed eyes.

“Why were you warned against coming into contact with Reginald?” he asked, his voice slightly less edgy than it had been before.

You looked away again, and then took a drink from your own glass. “It doesn’t really matter, does it?”

“It matters a great deal, actually.”

When you looked back at Five, he didn’t have as hard of a look on his face anymore. His features had softened and his initial suspicion seemed to have changed to curiosity.

“I…I don’t really want to say,” you answered quietly.

After a moment of silence, Five leaned in again, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes traveled up your bare legs to the cutoff shorts you had thrown on that morning.

“Let me take a wild guess. When you were born, let’s just say it was a major shock to your parents. A few days later, Hargreeves shows up at their doorstep offering a large amount of cash to buy you from them. They refused. You were raised by them, but they soon realized you were different. You weren’t like the other children your age. You could do odd things.”

From the shocked look on your face, Five smirked, but continued on, leaning back in the chair and casually crossing one leg over the other.

“You have powers. Abilities others don’t have. But your parents wanted to keep you safe from the one other man that knew your secret. How am I doing so far?”

“That’s…yeah…how did you...”

Five nodded, still smiling like there was nothing more he enjoyed than being right. Then in a weird, electrical blue flash, he disappeared. A second later, he was back, only this time he had a full bottle of champagne in his hand and he slammed it on the small table next to you both.

“Because that could have been all of our stories. The only difference is, your parents weren’t lured by money, and our parents gave us up for a couple thousand dollars.”

“Holy shit,” you breathed, taking a look around you. You didn’t even notice Five filling your glass up for you again.

“Yep. Holy shit,” he repeated dryly while leaning back into his chair again.

“So…all of you?” you gestured vaguely around the room.

Five nodded. “Well, except for Chet over there. But I expect he won’t be with us much longer.”

You eyed the strange old man behind the hotel desk before turning back to Five. “But you aren’t part of the Sparrow Academy. If you have powers and you were raised by the same man, why were you left out?”

Five shrugged off his suit jacket and uncuffed one shirtsleeve at his wrist, rolling it up over his forearm. Then he stretched out his arm to you, showing you a faded black tattoo of an umbrella. You shook your head.

“So, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“We’re his children from another timeline. A different, more fucked up but less successful academy than this one. But we’re not supposed to be here; we shouldn’t exist. We’re also the cause of this unusual weather pattern we’re having lately.”

He chuckled into his glass as he took another drink of what had to have been a horrible mixture of liquor and champagne at this point. You took in the information he gave you, sort of understanding more now, but not entirely.

“So, you can teleport, obviously. What can everyone else do?”

Five sighed, clearly not interested in the subject of his family. He was much more interested in you. “I want to hear what you can do.”

“Oh…uh well, it’s kind of like a mind thing?” you answered as you twisted your hands nervously in your lap again. You found your body reacting to the way he was looking at you and the way he spoke to you. You felt warm and tingly all over, and you were pretty sure it wasn’t just the liquor.

Five raised an eyebrow. “A mind thing? So what, you’re like a telepath?”

You took a deep breath and shook your head. It hardly mattered if anyone knew your powers now. The world was going to end and you’d be dead soon anyway.

“No. I can’t read minds. Well, not really. It’s more like…I don’t know how to describe it exactly. But I call it a download.”

Five’s face looked dubious, but he didn’t interrupt and he let you continue.

“I can transfer information into someone else’s mind. Like downloading a file from one computer to another.”

“Interesting. Can you give me an example?”

You cleared your throat. Something about his eyes on yours was unnerving. But not necessarily in a bad way.

“So, let’s say I speak fluent Mandarin, and you don’t. I can use my power to transfer all of my information on the subject into your mind. And then..poof! You’re fluent in Mandarin.”

“And do you know Mandarin?”

You looked down, trying to hide the blush you knew was creeping across your cheeks. “No. That was just an example.”

Five gave a short, unimpressed laugh, and rolled his eyes. “Ok.”

Getting defensive, you sat up straight. “I was just using that as an example. I’m sure there are plenty of things you don’t know that I can transfer to you.”

“I highly doubt that.”

The snort of derision from him had you bristling. But you chose not to say anything, knowing you’d be able to show him up eventually. You thought for a moment.

“Do you know how to make cinnamon rolls?”

“Cinnamon rolls?”

“Yeah. I make the world’s best cinnamon rolls. And I bet you don’t even know how to turn on an oven.”

He rolled his eyes for about the fifth time since you’d started talking. “No, I don’t know how to make cinnamon rolls. It’s not something I’ve ever considered learning how to do.”

“Well, let me show you, then,” you offered with a smile and one raised eyebrow.

Five thought for several seconds and then he sat his glass down on the table. Then he sat up straight and rolled up his other shirt sleeve. It was hard not to notice the obvious strength in his arms but you tried not to linger there. Instead, you looked to his face and the expression of condescension that had fallen over it.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Go ahead. Wow me with cinnamon roll knowledge.”

You were the one to roll you eyes at him this time, but you chose not to say anything. Instead, you closed your eyes and conjured up the recipe for the cinnamon rolls that you knew by heart. You liked to think of the little bits of memories and information in your brain as files and you searched around for the correct ones that you wanted to download into Five’s brain. Files that contained things like how to knead the dough and the perfect type of cinnamon to use, among other things.

The process only took a few seconds, but during that time a small golden orb of light had formed in front of your head, floating in the air. The more files you transferred over, the bigger the orb would get. This one stayed relatively small.

With one mental push, you sent the orb into Five’s mind and it disappeared. His eyes were filled with a golden glow before returning to their normal green again. It took just a moment for everything to sink in, but then he stared back at you, a look of shock on his face.

You gave him the same type of arrogant smirk that he had been giving you earlier. “Pretty cool, huh?”

“That’s amazing. I feel like I could go into the kitchen right now and make up a batch of cinnamon rolls.”

You nodded. “Yeah, that’s the point.”

Another look of serious thoughtfulness came over his face and he tilted his head slightly. “So, is that all you can do?”

“What? Not impressive enough?”

“Oh no, it’s impressive. It’s just that if Reginald wanted you, there was probably something in your powers that would make you valuable to him. Something that he could cultivate and use to manipulate others in some way.”

You hadn’t wanted to admit that part of your powers, but now Five had called you out on it so you reluctantly conceded.

“Yes, there’s more. I can’t read minds, like you asked before, but I can read feelings. Sadness, anger, fear…even if that person is hiding them very well on the outside. I suppose it would be a way to unlock another person’s insecurities and use them against them?”

Five’s body position changed just slightly, as if that little detail made him uncomfortable. You held a hand up in protest.

“I don’t do that, though. I was taught very early on not to use the empathic part of my abilities. It’s an invasion of privacy and I will only do it if someone allows me to.”

Five nodded slowly. “Interesting,” he said again. “My hunch is that if you were raised by my father, he’d have figured out a way to make you use that against people. You may even be more powerful than you realize. It’s just that no one has bothered to relentlessly prod you into revealing your true strength.”

Your eyebrows creased together as you thought that over, which eventually led to thoughts of your parents and how they had raised you. They were kind and wonderful and you had loved them more than anything. And now they were gone for good. Swept away with everyone else. And maybe you should have been angry with Five and his family, since he admitted they were the cause of it all. But all you felt was sadness and your chest was tight with sorrow.

“I’m sorry,” Five said to you, suddenly seeming more sober than he had in a while.

“For what?” you asked, brushing away a tear.

“For everything you’ve lost. Your parents had been right in keeping you away from Reginald. Nothing having to do with any Hargreeves ends well.”

He seemed sincere in his apology and you smiled slightly. “Thanks. At least you get to be with your family at the end.”

Five laughed sarcastically. “You obviously haven’t spent much time around them yet. But if you do, you’ll understand why that’s not exactly like winning the lottery.”

Neither one of you spoke after that and the silence hung heavy between you. Five continued to look you over with that intense gaze of his, making you shift in your seat. It could have been the booze clouding your mind, but you were almost positive that the look was more than just curiosity. There was something else behind those pretty emerald eyes. Something feral and predatory and it made your pulse and breath quicken as he scanned your body, not even trying to hide it this time.

You couldn’t deny the fact that you were doing the same thing in return, though. You liked the way his hands moved when he talked, and the way the muscles in his jaw worked when he was deep in thought. You found yourself wondering what his hands would feel like on your body, or the way the smooth skin of his jaw would feel if you ran your lips across it. Without meaning to, you bit your bottom lip with your teeth at the thought. When he caught your obvious reaction, he smiled like he knew something you didn’t and you felt your cheeks burn.

“See something you like?”

The comment caught you off guard and you became flustered and blushed even harder. “What? I don’t…that’s not…I wasn’t…”

The rest of your feeble protest trailed away and Five stood up, taking one step closer to you, that overly confident expression of his written all over his face. He knew he looked good, that little bastard. And he knew you knew it, too. But being suddenly called out on it was humiliating. Especially when you still couldn’t stop your heart from beating faster as he loomed over you.

“I expect I’ll be seeing you later this evening?”

You nodded dumbly before finally finding your voice again. “I suppose so. Klaus said I should find a dress and go. And turns out I don’t have any other plans.”

It was a joke, obviously, but Five didn’t laugh. He just kept looking at you like he was contemplating something. Then he nodded.

“Good,” was all he said.

He picked up his jacket from the chair he’d been sitting in and slung it over his shoulder. Before turning to leave, though, he leaned in closer to you, bending slightly at the waist.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m old enough to be your daddy.”

As your jaw hung open in pure disbelief, you watched him stride away, and you had to clutch onto the arms of your chair just so you wouldn’t slide right onto the floor. What in the actual fuck was that? How did a conversation that started with overt suspicion and borderline dislike for you end like that? You couldn’t wrap your mind around it, but your body had no problem reacting, and you squirmed around a little so that the seam of your shorts pressed harder between your legs. This was stupid. The entire universe was ending and the only thing you could think about now was getting fucked by someone that looked like they just got their driver’s license.

Deciding you were being ridiculous, and managing to pull yourself together, you stood up and looked around. You had noticed the clothing stores in the lobby earlier, so you figured you might as well go check them out. Hopefully you’d be able to find a suitable dress for this weird ass wedding later. And maybe a new pair of dry panties, as well.

Chapter Two: What's Your Fantasy

You had found the only dress that was your size and also not completely hideous on one of the mannequins inside the store. No one was around of course, so no one cared, but you still felt guilty when you went to remove the dress and the poor girl’s arm fell off and clunked to the floor. When you tried to put it back on, one of her legs fell off in the process, so you gave up; kicking the appendages under a rack of clothes while looking over your shoulder as if a store manager was going to come hustling out of the back to yell at you.

After finally freeing the dress from your dismembered statue friend, you looked around for shoes. You couldn’t very well wear the white sneakers you were currently wearing, and besides, you liked a nice strappy heel. As luck would have it, there were a pair in your size and they happened to go very well with the short, velvet dress you held in your hands.

Admittedly, the dress was a bit out of style. Who knows how long it had been sitting in that store. But it was actually kind of cute and with your short legs and round butt, it was much more flattering than a long ball gown that would have made you look like you were nine months pregnant and wearing a mu-mu.

The only other thing you were lacking was makeup. In your haste to leave your house, you had stupidly left everything behind. Even your purse. Clearly you were not built for end-of-world survival. The thought of asking any of the other women to borrow their makeup was intimidating, though. Sloane was nice enough, but she was preoccupied with wedding stuff and you didn’t want to bother her. Lila was wrapped up in her own drama; not to mention she was kind of scary. And then there was Allison, who in the little time you had seen her had done nothing but give you the evil eye. But after another raid of the sundries store, you found some cheap eyeliner and mascara, a toothbrush, and some much needed deodorant.

You hadn’t seen Five since your earlier conversation, but that didn’t mean you weren’t thinking about him. The weird thing was that you had technically had a boyfriend when the strange pulsing waves started washing over everything and people started disappearing. But the relationship had been short lived and it was already fizzling out by the time he was gone. Your friends had been trying to convince you to break up with him, but you had been dragging your feet; he was a nice a guy and clearly more in to you than you were to him. When he presumably vanished into thin air you weren’t even that upset about it, as bad as that was. The worst part was when you went to tell your friends and realized they were gone as well.

So, the fact that Five kept creeping into your mind, when you should have been wallowing in grief, or at least mourning those that you had lost, was a little concerning. You blamed it on the immense shock of the situation and assumed your brain must have gone into some kind of self-preservation mode that wanted to keep the bad thoughts out and the good thoughts in. And there were definitely some good thoughts roaming around in there.

Why was this smug little asshole getting to you? He was a teenage kid for fucks sake; you didn’t care how old his consciousness might have been. You had barely interacted with him, and in that short time he managed to cut straight to your core with his arrogance and lack of giving a shit. It was maddening, really. But the truth of it was, he was the only person here that had put two and two together and uncovered your secret. He was the only one that wanted to know more about you and seemed sorry that you were in this situation in the first place. While everyone else viewed you as either a mild curiosity or an intruder, Five seemed to understand that you didn’t want to be here anymore than they wanted you here. He understood you were just as much of a victim as the rest of them.

And while all of that was fascinating in and of itself, the real kick in the crotch was how much you couldn’t stop all of the dirty thoughts from creeping into your mind. You had always had a high sex drive, and had no problem telling a guy what you liked or didn’t like. That was one of the issues you had with your most recent boyfriend. The sex had been subpar and you just couldn’t get past that. You needed someone with confidence and strength, and someone that could and would overpower you in the bedroom. Not that you didn’t mind doing a little overpowering yourself.

You would find yourself periodically staring off into space, your mind preoccupied with Five and how you imagined it would be like if he fucked you. You wanted to know what that young body looked like underneath that suit. You wanted to see his muscles flexing and contracting as he thrust himself into you. And you desperately wanted to feel the weight of his body on yours, covering you and engulfing you; smothering you with the heat of his skin. On top of you, under you, behind you; you didn’t care. You just wanted him. And that could not be normal.

You spent the rest of the afternoon by yourself, just kind of wandering around and waiting. When evening approached, you changed into your dress in one of the public bathrooms, not wanting to bother anyone by asking to use their room. The black velvet dress fit you perfectly and showed off your curves nicely. The thin straps and plunging neck line accentuated your collar bone and shoulders and made your tits stand out. The short skirt rose a couple inches above your knees and the black strappy shoes you had found completed the outfit. After applying your eye makeup and combing your hair out as best as possible, you shrugged at yourself in the mirror and walked back out into the lobby.

A few of the others had started to make their way up to the ballroom, and you almost ran right into Klaus and Ben. Right behind them was Five and your heart skipped a little when you saw him. He was still dressed the same, but in the couple of hours since you had seen him you could have sworn he had somehow gotten hotter. If he thought the same about you, he hid it well and only gave you a stiff smile; somehow managing to look both amused and bored at the same time.

Klaus whistled when he saw you. “Looking pretty fine, there, lady! I knew you’d find something good in that place. I mean, look what I found!”

He gestured with pride at the green velvet suit he was wearing and even though it was about the most awful thing you had ever seen, he managed to pull it off quite well.

“You look nice, Klaus.”

You noticed Ben looking you over with a small smirk, and you’re not sure what came over you but it was suddenly very important that Five pay attention to you.

You smiled and flipped your hair over your shoulder, shamelessly batting your eyes in return.

“Oh, hi Ben. We didn’t get to talk before, but I just wanted to tell you I am a huge fan. And I may have had just a little crush on you when I was little.”

Risking a quick glance in Five’s direction, you saw him roll his eyes dramatically. Ben’s face broke into a suggestive smile and he reached out to lightly touch your arm. Normally this would have made you cringe, but right now it was exactly what you wanted.

“Well…always nice to meet a fan. Maybe we can talk more later, huh?”

You smiled and nodded as Klaus looked back and forth between the two of you, eyebrows creased with concern.

“Ok…if you’re all done making everyone else uncomfortable, can we get this show on the road?” Klaus asked, pointing towards the elevator that would lead up to the ballroom.

Once you were all inside and the elevator began to move, Klaus started talking to Ben about something in a very hushed tone while Five stood next to you, his eyes focused on the changing floor numbers, his hands clasped behind his back.

“You look nice, by the way,” he said dryly, still staring ahead.

“Thanks. So do you.”

He turned his head and you watched as his gaze immediately flitted to your chest and the exposed cleavage there before he turned away again.

“See something you like?” you asked with a smile, echoing his question to you from earlier.

At that moment, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Klaus and Ben stepped out and Five stepped aside for you to go ahead of him. As you walked through the doors, he leaned in when you brushed past him, the material of his suit jacket rubbing against the bare skin of your arm and the subtle scent of soap and cologne wafting off of him.

“I do. But I want to see more,” he said softly but assuredly.

Once you were outside the elevator, he walked right past you without another word, leaving you speechless once again, and hoping no one would notice the pink hue that had flushed across your chest. You were supposed to have gotten the last word in this time, but god damn it that little shit was good. You’d never met anyone that simultaneously turned you on and made you want to karate chop them in the face.

The first part of the evening was uneventful. You sat through the short ceremony and then helped yourself to drinks and food. The alcohol and atmosphere seemed to have made everyone loosen up a little and they weren’t quite so suspicious of you anymore. Except for Allison, who you were coming to realize hated everybody, and Viktor who just sulked in the corner most of the time.

Your big secret seemed to have made its way around the group, as well, and you had to demonstrate a few times. Like a party trick, you would come up with some random thing to download into someone else’s mind and then watched their amazement.

You had let Lila and Diego drag you onto the dance floor and every so often Klaus would come by to check on you. Five sat in pretty much the same spot most of the time, only getting up to freshen his drink supply. It was clear that he wasn’t drinking quite as much as earlier in the day, and he still appeared relatively sober. But that didn’t stop him from conveying a general look of annoyance at the party in general. Every so often, your eyes would meet across the room, but he never came over to talk to you and you didn’t approach him either. You didn’t know what his reasoning was, but yours was partly due to the fact that you were afraid of what you would do if you were close to him again.

Halfway into the evening, your good mood was altered when Reginald Hargreeves entered the room. It was obvious he wasn’t a fan favorite among most of the people there, but he stayed and you watched as he walked around, stopping to converse with each of his children. You weren’t really sure if you needed to be afraid of him anymore. After all, what else could he do to you? But an entire lifetime of warnings about this man had you visibly worried.

You had tried to blend in, sinking into a chair in the corner of the room. At one point you lost track of him, though, and decided maybe you should just leave altogether. When you got up and turned to make your exit, however, you let out a soft squeak as you came face to face with the man himself.

He smiled genially down at you, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he was probably a nice old man. But even Five had warned you about him and you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat.

“I never expected I’d be seeing you again in this lifetime. Although, I suppose it has been close to 30 years since we last met. It’s good to see that you are well.”

You didn’t answer him, but when he addressed you by your full name, you frowned.

“How do you know my name?”

“My dear, I make it a point to know all the names of my intended children. Whether I was able to acquire them or not. But I do keep track. Of all of you.”

He said it in such a loving way that it almost didn’t sound as horrible and creepy as it really was. Almost.

“Why? Tracking me for what?”

He glanced around the ballroom. “For Project Oblivion. In the case that I am unable to convince enough of you that I am right. It’s always good to have extras.”

You had no idea what he was talking about and you didn’t really want to find out. As you took a small step backwards, Five appeared out of thin air, inserting himself between you and Reginald. He glared angrily up at his alternate father.

“What’s the matter, Reggie? Haven’t ruined enough lives yet? Thought maybe you’d get another one in just under the wire?” he snarled through clenched teeth.

Reginald held his hands up in front of him in surrender. “You misunderstand me. I’m trying to help you children.”

“I think we’ve had enough of your help for one lifetime, and maybe a few more.”

You noticed that even though Five hadn’t looked at you or addressed you in anyway, he had positioned his body protectively in front of you, screening you from Reginald. As Five stared his father down, Reggie finally backed down and began to walk away. But as he passed near you, Five took your arm and pulled you behind him again. Once the threat was gone, he let go.

“Thank you,” you said to Five as he turned to look at you. “That was about the creepiest thing that’s happened to me in a while. And that’s saying a lot.”

“You have every reason to be creeped out, believe me. But I don’t think he’ll bother you again. He’s got bigger fish to fry at the moment.”

You nodded. “He said something about a project? Oblivion I think?”

Five rolled his eyes. “Another fabulous idea cooked up by dear old dad. It’s a long story and not one worth telling.”

There was an awkward silence and you thought maybe Five would take the opportunity to make some sort of move on you. Since it was clear as day that he wanted to, and his eyes never left your lips as you talked. It had only lasted a second, but you could still feel the warmth of his hand on your arm where he had touched you. It felt good. And it wasn’t enough.

But he was taking too long, just standing there appraising you like some rare object he was considering taking home, and you were annoyed by his lack of assertiveness. If he thought you were going to break down and make the first move, he didn’t know how well you could play this game. You would make him come to you. And you knew exactly how to do it.

With a half smile and a condescending pat on the arm, you thanked him again for his chivalry and wandered off, making certain he got a good glimpse as you walked away. You resisted the urge to look back, but you could almost feel the astonishment that you knew was plastered all over his smug little face.

He didn’t stop staring at you the rest of the night. Even when you weren’t facing him, you could feel his eyes on you. Traveling up your body and taking in your every move. You started making your movements just a little more deliberate; making sure you crossed directly in front of him, letting him get a good look at your ass and hips. You made sure your hair swayed back and forth between your bare shoulder blades, and you touched the tips of your fingers to your exposed collarbone while in conversation. You ran your tongue seductively over your lips after every drink of a cocktail.

It wasn’t long before Ben found you, bringing you a drink of something you didn’t like and that he never asked if you wanted. But you accepted it politely and pretended to listen as he bored you with Sparrow Academy stories; all of them featuring himself as the star. Under normal circumstances you would have removed yourself as gracefully as possible and avoided him for the rest of the night. But Five was watching.

Even without looking over at him, you could feel his eyes on you. And you wanted him to squirm like a worm on a hook. So, you stayed and listened to Ben drone on and on, looking as enrapt as possible, and occasionally shifting your hips to draw attention to your legs. When you did finally venture a look over at Five, it was clear your little stunt was working. His face was clouded with jealously as he watched your interaction with Ben, his arms folded angrily across his chest.

It was when you started laughing loudly and touching the lapel of Ben’s jacket that he finally snapped. Storming over to you, Five grabbed your wrist and pulled you away without a word. You could only make out the faint yell of protest from Ben before Five had dragged you out of the room and into a side hallway.

The hall was dimly lit and quiet. The only sound was the faint music coming from the ballroom. No one else was around; obviously.

Five slammed your back into the wall, his hand still gripping your wrist tightly. He was breathing hard, practically hissing through clenched teeth. You made a small cry as your body hit the wall, but it was cut off immediately when Five’s mouth collided with yours. You could feel the heat pulsing off his body as he pushed himself against you, flattening you even more into the wall. He let go of your wrist, fisting both of his hands into your hair, while he continued to devour your lips.

Your initial shock faded quickly and soon your arms were around his back, your hands clutching at the material of his suit jacket, bunching it into your hands like you were going to rip it off his body. There were so many things running through your mind. Like how good his mouth felt on yours, licking and biting at your lips like he couldn’t get enough. Or the fact that he was more than ten years younger than you, basically a child, but then again, not really. How he was just forcing himself on you, and you didn’t care. And how all of this was happening while the world was crumbling into nothing just outside of the hotel walls.

Five pressed himself into you again, moving his mouth down to your neck, and suddenly nothing else mattered. There had probably been other men that made you feel like this before, but at the moment you couldn’t think of one. And you didn’t care if it was the end of the world. In fact, that just made it more of an urgent matter.

With his lips grazing over your neck and back to your mouth again, he murmured in between pants and burning kisses.

“You’re such a brat. Teasing me like that.”

His hands moved down your sides and onto your hips. You could feel the strength in his fingers through your dress as he pressed them into you. Just the thought of those same fingers doing other amazing things to you made a small whine rise up from your throat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Ben is very interesting,” you lied, in between gasping for air and going back in for more.

Five drew back to look at you, a conceited smile on his face that somehow made him even sexier. “Ben is an asshole. And I’m not an idiot.”

“Well, did it work?”

With a flick of his tongue across your lips, he pulled you in to him with one forceful tug on your hips before playfully biting your lower lip. Your lower body slammed into his, and the effect on him was evident from the hard bulge in his tight, tailored pants.

“What do you think?”

“Oh shit…” you groaned, pushing back into him and snaking your hands under his jacket; running your nails down his back.

Both of you were breathing hard as you ran your hands over one another’s bodies, not able to stop your growing hunger for each other.

“Do you want this?” he asked before kissing you again, his mouth hot against yours.

“Fuck yes,” you whispered, your body aching with desperation.

Five stopped his groping and kissing abruptly, but he didn’t pull his body away. He rested his forehead against yours and took your face in his hands.

“Then I need you to do something first.”

Confused, you pulled your head back slightly to look at him clearly.

“What?”

“You have to understand something. I haven’t exactly been afforded the opportunities most other people have had in life. And that includes sexual experiences. I figured once I ended up in this,” he gestured to his body, “that maybe I’d get that opportunity. But then the world decided to end for the third fucking time in a matter of weeks and I figured that was a sign from the universe that it wasn’t meant to be.”

He spoke with no sign of embarrassment. Just laying out the facts for you. You realized what he was saying and even though you didn’t mean to, your grip on his arms slackened a little.

“Oh. Ok.”

You felt bad, but you weren’t sure what else to say. The fact that he still looked like a kid, compounded with this little bit of news, was quickly unraveling the perverted apocalyptic fantasy that had been forming in your head.

But when he broke eye contact and his lips softly traced over your jaw, his hands running down your arms, fingers latching on to your wrists again, your pulse quickened and you sucked in a sharp breath.

“But I want you. Christ, I want you so badly right now,” he murmured over your skin, and you felt the slightest hint of his teeth scrape across your neck. If you moaned out loud, you wouldn’t have been surprised, but your mind was so focused on his body on yours that it was impossible to know.

“But what do you need me to do?” you asked, right before gasping loudly when he pushed his knee between your legs.

“Download all of your sexual knowledge and fantasies into my mind. Show me what you want and how you want it. I want to learn it all. And then I’ll give it to you.”

This time, you did hear the sound crawl out of your throat; some sort of cry or whine, you weren’t sure. The way he was talking to you, the things he was saying. Jesus, you felt like you were going to explode with how badly you wanted him and you had to concentrate on not grinding onto his thigh, trying to preserve just a little bit of dignity. Although, that was a battle you were quickly losing.

His mouth found yours again, kissing you long and deep before taking your arms and pinning them above your head, his fingers latched tightly around your wrists.

“When I do something, I do it right.” His mouth moved close to your ear. “And I’m always the best at everything.” He placed a small kiss to your temple, making you shudder. “Always.”

You could hear the complacency in his voice, and if anyone else would have made such a ridiculous claim, you probably would have laughed in their face. But when he said it, you believed him. Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“Ok, yeah. I can do that.”

Your answer was like gasoline on a fire as Five attacked you with persistent kisses, his mouth reaching for any spot he could find as he grabbed your ass tightly with both hands, tugging up the skirt just a little bit. You were just as bad though, desperately trying to get more of his body on yours as you pulled him closer.

You continued aggressively making out as you both made your way to the elevator, occasionally slamming into a wall or door frame in the process. When you reached over to press the up button, Five pulled his mouth away from you long enough to breathe out a question.

“Where are we going?”

You shook you head, trying to catch your own breath. “I don’t care. Somewhere with a bed. Or a floor. Or a fucking rock. I don’t care.”

Five laughed at your desperation, but when the elevator doors opened, he pushed you inside and was on you again, shoving his hand up your dress and pressing you into the wall. You reached over and pressed a random button, not caring what floor you were headed to. You just needed to get somewhere fast. Or else you were going to be fucking him right there in that elevator.

You wound up on the third floor and as you both stepped out, you looked up and down the empty hallway before walking to the first room that was nearby.

“Wait here,” he told you. Then he disappeared again, presumably into the room you were standing in front of.

After a few seconds, Five opened the door for you, stepping aside to let you in, and you glanced around. It didn’t look like anyone had been using the room recently, which was lucky. You really didn’t want to be reminded of the impending doom of being swept away or kugel-whatevered into nothingness.

Five’s arms were around you again, this time from behind and he pushed your hair to the side as he kissed your neck and exposed shoulder. You let your head fall back against him and closed your eyes.

“Now let’s have some real fun,” he said as he breathed in the scent of your hair.

When you spun around, loosening his arms from around you, you took him by surprise and he lost his footing slightly, staggering back a little. As he straightened up again, you grabbed his tie and pulled it out from beneath his vest, running your hand slowly down the silk before letting it go again.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Let’s have some fun.”

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heart in hand - chapter one;

things haven't been the same since you came into my life

summary: Summer of 1995 finds you in a cafe with a new-to-town Natasha Romanov. Little do you know, this day is going to change your life.

warning(s): swearing, slight mentions of guns & bullying.

word count: 1,087 words

author's note: i don't have access to the app i use to make covers/headers/dividers for my fics, so this canva one i threw together literally five minutes ago looks good enough. the dividers i used are by @cafekitsune. reblogs would help <3 i'm open to constructive criticism! i especially hope that one anon who helped a lot earlier likes it!

It all began in the summer of ‘95, in a little shop north of town. You sat there every day for want of something to do, someone to talk to. Being the friendless nerd was fine during the school year, but in the summer you always shifted from being alone to lonely.

Your fingers tapped out an errant beat on the countertop, and you hummed a mindless tune. Your eyes droved over the menu as though your were trying to find something you wanted; as though you hadn’t already memorized it in your countless trips to the shop. In the end, though, you picked your usual - a sandwich, a doughnut, and a Coke. Picking the items up off of the counter once you got them, you sat at the only empty table there - a two-seater near the very back, where no one could see you. Figures. Invisible everywhere in the world, it seemed.

As you started to munch on the sandwich, interspersed with sips of your drink, your eyes watched the windows. Maybe you’d have your ‘movie moment’, where someone walked in that you fell in love with. Maybe it would be the person of your dreams. You looked down for a moment to pick up the cup, and within those few seconds, the door opened and a bell jingled. You looked up.

Y/n: I don’t know, it was fate or something. This absolute bombshell of a girl walked in. Her coppery-red hair tumbled over her shoulders, her eyes were bright, and she had the perfect red lip. She wore a thin white shirt, clinging to her with sweat. Her shorts were blue, and truly made her look like she had legs for days. When she ordered and got her food, she just wandered around for a minute before she saw me. Saw the seat in front of me. She smiled, asking if she could sit. Of course, I agreed. Neither of us knew it yet, but it was the start of something truly iconic. The girl, of course, was Natasha Romanov. We were both seventeen at the time.

Excerpt from ‘Mic in Hand, Heart in Throat’ by Kat S. Releasing 1 May 2028.

You introduced yourself, and started to make small talk about the weather – sweat-soaked Natasha’s body was a sight to see, and under the A/C breeze, her hair fluttered around her face. You were flushed, but you could pass it off to the heat, too. As Natasha waved over a waitress and placed her own order (a strawberry milkshake and a sandwich), you took the time to observe her.

She had her bicycle keys in her pocket, and two bracelets hanging from her arm. One was beaded, with the little alphabet charms reading N A T in different colours. The other was a few simple strings wound together and tied, giving the effect of a young child having made it. Now that you were closer to her, you could see the bottom of her hair bleached and cool-toned, showing her having dyed it blue a while back.

“Y/n? Do you want something too?” asked Natasha, a silent smirk in her eyes. She knew what you were doing.

Eventually, once the waitress was gone, you and Natasha struck up an easy flowing conversation. She confessed that she had biked here in the heat to get out of town, have her own ‘summer experience’. She was new. That explained why she hadn’t been in high school with you. You smiled and told her all about the high school she’d likely be joining, and joked about how she should make it a point to stay away from you. It would be social suicide, you explained.

Natasha turned slightly away at the comment, something catching her eyes, but looked back with a frown on her face.

“I think people should be lucky to know you, Y/n. You’re a good – a good friend.”

Through the chat you have with her, you discover that not only can she play the guitar, but also the drums. She can also sing, insanely well if the competition awards aren’t a lie, and she’s just a fucking dream. She gave you her home-phone number, and her address. Call me, she wrote on the paper napkin, like she was some kind of rogueish flirt and not a schoolgirl still in her teens.

You took the napkin home with you and pinned it onto a little board, fingers moving over the bumps in the paper where she had pressed too hard with the pen. Call me. Come over sometime. You smiled, idling near the telephone. Maybe you would call her later, you thought.

Natasha Romanov: Y/n, they were an interesting person. My first friend who wasn’t my sister. We’d both been adopted, and been the town freaks for a while. Yelena, she was all spite and rage packed into a little spitfire of a ten-year-old child. It didn’t help that she wanted to give her opinions freely. It was my job to protect her, and when that backfired, we had to move. This far into the story, you already know I wouldn’t be too cut up about it. I had my sister and my adoptive parents. End of fuckin’ story, right? And then the chapter turned. After I met Y/n that day, everything changed. I finally had a reason to stay in the new town. I had made a friend.

Excerpt from ‘Mic in Hand, Heart in Throat’ by Kat S. Releasing 1 May 2028.

As you lay in bed that night, all hot and bothered about the day you’ve had, words start to form in your mind. Fragments; not enough to be worth writing, but you can see where you’ve started to... well, you’ve started thinking up a song.

The next morning, you wake up from a rather pleasant dream to hammering on your bedroom door.

“Wake up, kid! It’s time to go!”

Oh. It was your mother, a staunch stickler for early-birds-get-the-worm. You would’ve far preferred to sleep in, especially in the summer, but the thoughts from the previous night – the song you thought of – had finally almost fully formed in your mind. You were eager to pen it down in case you forgot, but first, to appease your mother, you showered and had some cereal. Then you were back in your room, ready to write.

She’s got blue hair and a pretty pink smile

Looks that can kill and hands in mine

She’s a girl she’s a gun she’s the newest chapter

She’s a dream and what my heart’s been chasin’ after…

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hannahssimblr · 3 months

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Agnieszka is available, actually, likely because our family pays her more than most people pay babysitters. I don’t think they’re being deliberately generous to her or anything, it’s more likely that they don’t really have a concept of how little babysitting teenagers earn. Recently Ivy asked my father what minimum wage was after hearing it discussed on the morning radio and he suggested that it was very little money. Something like thirty euros an hour, probably.

She arrives in her usual furry coat and uncomfortable looking high heeled boots with the chill from outside clinging to her, and I invite her. I give her the awkward spiel about being allowed to watch any of the channels on TV and take what she likes from the fridge as though I am a fully grown adult, not a school boy two whole years younger than she is and then finally, forty five minutes later than I had planned, I leave the house.

It’s Jen who answers the door when I knock, and she has an amused look on her face, “I thought you’d chickened out.”

“No,” I shiver as I step into the warmth of the hallway, kicking off my shoes and shrugging out of my coat and bag “It was my mom. She decided she had plans and left it to me to sort out a babysitter at the last minute.”

“Colette had plans?”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, she doesn’t have any friends, I don’t know what the hell she was doing.”

Jen leads me into the kitchen where she fills a glass of water for me, “Is it a work thing?”

“On Saturday?”

She shrugs, “Maybe she’s having an affair.”

I take the water and chug it, parched after my sprint down the seafront, “Yeah. maybe.”

“Good for her.”

I snort.

“There’s potential in this, I think we could run with this theory.”

“I love how much you love theorising about my parents. But they’re just not interesting enough to do any of the crazy things you like to think they do.”

“So you don’t think your dad is fucking the babysitter?”

I pull a face, “No. Why would she fuck him?”

“Uh! Because he’s a stone cold fox.”

“Ugh.”

“When you remove his odd personality from the equation, like, yeah, he’s objectively hot. Michelle and I had a conversation about this a while ago, and of all the parents we know, your dad is the most physically attractive.”

“God!” I let a full bodied shudder rip through me at the thought of anyone having ogled my father when he ventured downstairs to frown at us when we made too much noise at home.

“Oh don’t be so disgusted, take it as a compliment. You’re all him. You’re just like a mini Christopher.”

I’m aware of this, of course I am, but still, hearing this fact aloud makes me queasy. All I’ve ever wanted for myself was to be so supremely unlike Christopher that similarities were nowhere to be found, for people to say ‘No way. You’re related to that guy?’ But looks, my colouring, my height, my bone structure and that slight romanesque curve of my nose give it all away, these things I cannot easily change. I’ll always be recognisably Dr. Christopher Turner’s son, and every teenager in Clontarf is going to think so when they're lying in his chair watching him tighten their braces.

I shake the thoughts away, “Have you started the movie yet?”

“Started it? We’re like halfway through now.”

“I didn’t expect you to be so punctual.”

“Half seven means half seven.” She points out, “You snooze, you lose. But still, come into the living room and watch the end of it. You might be lost but that’s not my fault.”

We creep into the darkened room together, where the only light is from the glow of the TV. It’s a particularly quiet scene in the film, and all of the emos snap their necks around to glare at me as I create noises of disturbance with my entrance.

I whisper that I am sorry and find a place to sit on the floor near that girl with the pink hair. I touch her accidentally with my elbow and she flinches away like I am an escapee of Leper Island so I shift a good metre to the left in case I inflict myself upon her again.

Wow. I think to myself after five minutes of concentrated silence. They’re really, actually watching the movie. Whenever I hang out with my other friends we just blab our way through it, making stupid jokes and saying ‘that’s you’ whenever someone ugly comes on screen. I don’t know what this movie is but at some point a zombie with bits of rotten flesh hanging off his face claws his way through the earth to stagger toward an oblivious canoodling couple, and I bite my lip to try and stop myself from saying it to Jen. I know it would be so funny but she would be the only one to think so.

It’s a long film and I never fully understand what is happening, so I’m glad when the credits roll and I can get up to stretch my legs. The lights come on then and I get to see them all in their outfits, and me in the middle of them all in mine: tracksuit bottoms and a football t-shirt. The fact is that when we’re in our uniforms it’s way easier to ignore the contrasting details about us, but now as I look at them and they all stare back at me I wonder if there is true merit to this deep seated feeling I keep getting that I naturally belong in that reeking changing room, discussing the Premier League and the merits of Kid Cudi's Day 'n' Nite music video with the rugby boys instead.

“Are we out of snacks?” Jen says as she peers into empty bowls dotted around the floor, “Damn, okay, I’ll run down to the shop for more before we start the next film, I suppose.”

“I’ll come too,” Michelle raises herself up from the couch, all legs in her fishnet tights, and then Evan does too, and I know I’ll have to go with them in case the rest of the room starts feasting on my innocent flesh while I’m left alone and vulnerable with them. It works out well this way, because there was something I was planning to talk to Evan about.

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#lucky boy 2009 #totally not listening to Kid Cudi's Day 'n' Nite rn #what a year 2009

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daydreamingyuta · 11 months

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Could I request for a fluff of bf jaehyun making his s/o jealous as a joke and s/o gets her revenge by making him jealous too? Hehe

Jealous | Jaehyun

Genre: romance, fluff

Paring: Boyfriend!Jaehyun x Reader

Word Count: 1700

A/N: Hi! Thank you for requesting! I literally had so much fun writing this so I hope you enjoy it! <3

Sitting on the couch and watching a movie with your boyfriend, Jaehyun, was a typical Friday night for the both of you. It gave you both a chance to finally relax and unwind at the end of a long week. This week, a new movie just came out on Netflix, in which your biggest celebrity crush plays a role in. Jaehyun is almost always down to watch anything, so he didn’t ask any questions before getting into the movie. But about five minutes in, he knew that they were the sole reason why you wanted to watch it.

But as a good boyfriend, he’s totally fine with your little celebrity crushes and will watch or listen to anything they are in, as long as it means he gets to spend time with you. But an hour into the movie, he decides he can’t take it anymore. This movie might be the worst thing his eyes have ever had the disadvantage of seeing.

“Y/n. This movie is so bad, can we please watch or do anything else?” Jaehyun says, pausing the movie and sitting up to look at you.

“It’s not bad! You just haven’t given it a proper chance yet, it’s probably just about to get good.”

“We are an hour in!”

You don’t have anything to say to support your argument. You know it’s bad, and the only thing keeping your attention is how good they look. “Ok, It’s not their best movie.”

“No. And It’s good that you can admit that, that means we are making progress.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Ok but listen, what if I meet them one day and they ask me if I watched this movie? I obviously have to say yes so that means that we have to finish it babe.” You say with your best puppy dog eyes.

Your attempts at being cute makes Jaehyun laugh, which is not what you were going for, but he agrees to finish the movie so it’s fine.

While the movie finished, Jaehyun’s mind wandered. You crushes have never been a problem with him. He’s not the insecure type but as he loses another hour of his life to bad cinema, he decides that it would be fun to give you a little taste of your own medicine as a joke.

⸻

When next Friday rolls around he tells you that he has a movie in mind for you two to watch. Throughout the week he has been subtly mentioning Vivienne Foster, an actress around his age that he finds attractive but has never really gave any mind to. Until he was trying to find the perfect person to make you jealous of for his little joke.

The movie starts and you are pretty excited about it. It came out about a year ago and got good reviews, but you just never got around to actually watching it. About thirty minutes into the movie, Vivienne appears on the screen and immediately your mind starts connecting the dots, but you think your being silly because he isn’t the type to want to watch something based on who’s in it.

You continue watching the movie until a scene come on where she is walking in slow motion in a tight black dress. You hear Jaehyun whisper next to you, “woah!”

You pause the movie and look at him. “Woah? What do you mean woah??” You say, not really mad but confused because Jaehyun never acts like that.

“Oh did I say that out loud?” He says with a smirk, seeing you jealous is surprisingly very entertaining for him.

“Are you really trying to make me jealous? Because it’s not working.”

“Ok then let’s keep watching.”

“Ok.” You say as you cross your arms after you hit the play button. You couldn’t help yourself from looking over at Jaehyun every once in a while just to see his reactions. You knew he was playing a game but seeing him like this was making you feel some type of way.

Eventually Jaehyun could tell that you were watching him more than the movie, so he stopped it.

“Why’d you stop it? I was enjoying it.” You say, trying to be unbothered.

“Uh-huh, well even if my attempts at trying to make you jealous ‘failed’, I’m tired of pretending like I have eyes for any other person besides you.”

“Your sweet words won’t make me forget this Jaehyun.”

“Maybe these will?” He says as he pelts you with a thousand little kisses.

“No they won’t” You say giggling.

⸻

You were actually going to let it go. It was just a little joke and he made it up to you the next day with flowers and some cupcakes from your favorite bakery. But then your ex texted you out of nowhere telling you that he’s in town and would love to catch up at ‘delight cafe’. The same cafe that Jaehyun goes to every weekday to get a cup of coffee.

Who are you to say no to the perfect opportunity for revenge when it presents itself?

Jake was your second ever boyfriend from high school. You two ended things on good terms and have remained friends, which you’re really happy about because he’s a good person, just not your person.

You had even introduced Jaehyun to Jake a while ago, but they didn’t exactly hit it off like you hoped they would. Jake just happens to be very touchy, he’s like that with everyone he knows, and of course, Jaehyun wasn’t too fond of that. It’s actually the only time you had ever seen him even a little bit jealous, which is why this is perfect.

You text Jake and say that Tuesday is a good day for you to meet up.

⸻

At around eleven on Tuesday you start to head over to the delight cafe. Jake’s hotel is a not too far away but you are still able to get there first. You order an Americano and find the perfect table to sit at, where Jaehyun will notice you and Jake sitting there right away.

A twinge of guilt washes over you as you wait for Jake to come. After all, his joke was not that serious, and you weren’t even mad, but it’s kinda too late to back out now.

Jake arrives five minutes later and he comes over to you before he orders and gives you a hug. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in so long, you look great y/n!”

“Thank you, so do you!”

He goes back towards the entrance so that he can order and when he comes back with his coffee, he sits directly in front of you. You two have the usual small talk of two old friends that haven’t seen each other in forever.

“Hey, you know that tattoo design that I showed you when we were like sixteen?”

“Did you finally get it?”

“Well I changed it a bit but the basic outline is still the same. Do you want to see it?” Jake says as he raises the sleeve of his left arm.

“You actually got it! It looks so good.” You say as you subconsciously reach over to his arm and start to lightly trace the tattoo while admiring it.

You were so engrossed in his tattoo that you didn’t notice Jaehyun walk into the cafe. And you didn’t notice Jaehyun notice you sitting down, caressing another mans arm. And you also didn’t notice Jaehyun walk over to you until he was standing right beside you.

His presence makes you to jump which causes you to fling your coffee right out of your hand, making a mess on the floor.

“Hey babe.” Jaehyun says, clearly not happy.

“Hi Jae! I was just-” You were about to explain everything because this looks way worse than what you were intending. But then Jaehyun sits down next to you, puts his arm around you and gives you the biggest kiss that lasted way too long. He keeps his arm around you, gives you another quick kiss before finally acknowledging Jake with a simple nod.

“Jaehyun right?” Jake says trying his best to diffuse a very awkward encounter.

“Yeah, nice to see you again Jake. Is there a reason why my girlfriend had her hands all over you?”

“Oh! I was just showing off my tattoo.” Jake says while lifting up his sleeve again to show Jaehyun.

Jaehyun doesn’t say anything, he just nods, which is very unlike him. You had never seen Jaehyun like this and you really didn’t know how to act. Thinking about it now, you didn’t know what you were expecting to happen trying to make Jaehyun jealous but now all you wanted to do was get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

Luckily, Jake was thinking the exact same thing. He cleaned up your coffee for you, probably to busy himself, but when he was done, he came up with an excuse to leave. You knew his excuse was a complete lie but you were very thankful for it. Jaehyun watched Jake until he was completely out of sight.

“Did I give you the reaction you were hoping for?” Jaehyun says smiling.

“You knew what I was trying to do? Why did you have to make it so awkward?” You say playfully hitting Jaehyun.

“You’re the one that created the situation. What was I supposed to do, feel up his biceps too?”

You can’t help but smile at him, “You didn’t have it all figured out right away, you were jealous for at least a few minutes.”

“Nah, I know how obsessed you are with me so I figured it out pretty quickly. Plus nobody could ever compare to me so I know there’s nothing to be jealous of.”

“Nobody can compare to you?”

“No, and nobody can compare to you either ok? You’re my girl and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I know.” Jaehyun says matter-of-factly as he kisses you on your temple.

“We should probably apologize to Jake.”

“He deserved it.”

“He didn’t do anything Jae!”

“I know, but I just don’t like him.”

#nct #nct 127 #fluff #jaehyun #imagine #k-pop

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milawritesstuff · 1 year

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Hey can u do a love triangle between the reader gavi and pedri <3 xx

A/N: ok this one really made me soft. And when I reread it to proofread it made me sad 🤣

Please give me all of your feedback. This is probably one of my favorites I have written if we are being honest.

Warnings: none

Update: Prequel, when reader and Pedri merry can be found here!!!

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You could feel Pedri’s stare piercing through you as you and Gavi sat across from him waiting to go into the movie theatre. It had surprised you he had accepted to go out with the group despite not having a date and now you wished he would not have came along. He was making it all feel awkward. Gavi was completely oblivious to Pedri looking.

A few months back Pedri and you had met. There had been flirting back and forth but he always sent you mixed signals. Minus a heated makeout session after he offered to take you home from Val’s party, nothing else had happened. He had asked Val for your phone number which resulted in random messages every few weeks. After a few weeks you decided to step away and not get your hopes up. You were attracted to him but knew he was too invested in his career and you would end up broken hearted.

In contrast, Gavi went all in. Two weeks ago you and Gavi had ended up at the same event. That night he had asked for your phone number and here you were on your first unofficial date.

The next afternoon as you were walking to catch the metro after your last uni class you heard a honk. You turned around and saw a green mini copper nearing you. It was Pedri. You leaned into the passenger window. “Hola Pedri.” He smiled. “Going home?” He asked. “Yeah.” “I’ll take you, it’s on the way.” He had just finished some meetings at camp nou which was about five minutes from your school. Sitting in the car with him gave you butterflies because it reminded you of the night you two made out.

“Did you like the movie yesterday?” You asked as a way to break the ice. “I did, you?” He asked with his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “It was good.” You responded. It took Pedri less than a second “Did you watch it? I thought you and Pablo spent the whole time sucking each others faces.” Ouch. Pedri had sat at the opposite end of the row from you and Gavi, you didn’t think he had noticed. “And? Are you jealous or something?”

Your question caught Pedri by surprise. He stayed quiet for a moment. “And what if I am?” He said and you could feel your heart being to beat extremely fast.

Pedri remembered the way to your home. He pulled up to the same spot where you two had made out that first night. He stopped his car and looked over at you. “So what’s going on with you and Pablo?” Part of you wanted to tell him it was none of his business but another part of you was intrigued.

“I guess we’re casually dating. I don’t know.” You said. Which was true, you weren’t exactly sure where you and Gavi stood. You knew you liked him though. “You like him?” Asked Pedri. And the truth was he wasn’t sure why he had asked that. Pablo had become his best friend in the short time they had known each other. He knew he couldn’t betray him even if he had seen you first. “Maybe.” You said. But before Pedri could say anything you added “But I also like you.”

Your eyes met and despite his good intentions Pedri couldn’t fight off his desire. He leaned in and kissed you. When you two parted away you were lost for words. His kiss was just as you had remembered. Unfortunately before you could say anything Pedri proceeded to say goodbye. “You’re home safe Y/N, I’ll see you around.” You took the hint and got off of his car. Before you even made it to your front door Pedri had already sped away.

The next day Pedri, Gavi, and the rest of the team were flying out for a game. Pedri like always sat with Gavi. “What are you smiling like that for?” He asked Gavi who was looking at his phone. “It’s Y/N” said Gavi as he waved his phone in front of Pedri’s face. “You really like her?” Asked Pedri.

What Pedri wanted to hear was that no Gavi did not like you. That he just wanted to have fun because then it would be easier to tell him to back off because he had claimed you first. “It’s weird,” said Gavi bringing Pedri out of his thoughts. “I really do think I like her.” Pedri smiled politely at Gavi despite burning with jealousy inside. If he had just told you how he felt about you months ago this wouldn’t be happening. If he had told Gavi why he was acting weird every time he asked, this wouldn’t be happening. But he didn’t. And it was happening.

As soon as the team landed in Madrid Gavi messaged you. Seeing his messages made you smile with anticipation. As you were responding to him you realized another message had came in, this time from Pedri. You opened the message history for Pedri which showed his last message had been three weeks ago. “He’s really into you.” Read the new message.

You had waited long enough to where you knew Pedri would be in his room when you decided to call instead of message him back.

“Y/N?” He answered. “Are you alone?” You asked. “Yeah.”

“I know Gavi’s into me.” You said very matter of factly. Pedri scuffed. “That’s what you called me for!” He asked. “No, I-“ You stuttered. “I called you because Pedri I was head over heels for you and you did nothing about it. How was I supposed to know you liked me? It’s not really fair now.”

“Well now you know.” He said. You could tell he wanted to say more but he didn’t. “I like you too Pedri.” You whispered. Pedri was annoyed because no matter how much he wanted you he knew he couldn’t have you. It would end his friendship and shatter Gavi. He’s liked you but he was a loyal friend. “Don’t.” He said. “I want to see you when we get back, if that’s okay.” You agreed you would meet with him once the team was back in Barcelona.

That night you and Gavi talked on the phone until the late hours of the night. Pedri made you feel safe but Gavi made you feel adventurous and free. It was a Jekyll and Hyde thing.

A week later you found yourself waiting near your university for a green mini copper. When you saw Pedri approaching you waited to get in his car and he drove off. He was silent most of the car ride. He held on to your hand as he keeps his eyes on the road. And despite being silent that little gesture told you so much. “Where are we going?” You asked Pedri.

“On our first and last date.” He said. Pedri drove up to Montjuïc where you two could get lost in between the crowds. He held your hand as he led the way. He showed you his favorite view of the city and you walked through the gardens.

“What are we doing?” You asked him as the two of you sat on a bench. “What do you mean?” He asked. “What is all of this, Pedri?”

He sat there in silence. Then he turned over to you and took you in for a deep and long kiss. “That’s the last time I do that, I promise.” He said.

“Pedri. Pablo asked me to be his girlfriend last night.” You said as you bit your bottom lip. “I know.” He responded. The truth was that Gavi had planned his proposal during the plane ride back to Barcelona. He had asked Pedri, his best friend, for advice. Which was why he had brought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Which Gavi had no idea what they were but Pedri remembered.

“That’s why I said this would be our first and last date.” Said Pedri with a low and defeated tone. “He’s a great guy, Pablo. He’s head over heels for you.”

“Why Pedro? I waited days for you to call me after we made out and nothing and when you did reach out you didn’t mention anything.” You didn’t realize until that moment that you had some bottled up resentment for him. “I got scared.” He said. “I want to focus on my career and that night you really made me doubt if that should be my priority.” He explained.

“So what now?” You asked. He looked at you with a piercing look that sent shivers down your spine. “Now you’re Pablo’s girlfriend.” He said. “And I lost my chance.”

#pablo gavi #pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #gavi fluff #gavi imagine #gavi x reader #pablo gavira #pedri x reader

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sarahisgay01 · 2 years

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can u write RobinXReader smut? maybe with a side of dominant robin? 🥺

Yes of course!!😊💖

MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY!!!)

Mint Chocolate Chip-

(Takes place in s3)

(Not really proofread)

Dom!Robin x Fem!Reader

I hope you like it🥺

You had just moved to Hawkins a couple weeks ago, your parents wanted to have a fresh start. You hated it here, until one day you laid your eyes upon the most beautiful girl you had ever scene. You were at the mall just walking around and saw a sign that read “Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor”. You had been craving ice cream, so you walked over. There was a small line and when you got to the front, you froze. The girl in front of you was wearing the cutest little sailor uniform, she had the cutest freckles, and you loved her bright red lipstick that matched with her uniform. She said, “Hi, I’m Robin. What would you like?” You said, “H- Hi, Robin. I’m (Y/N). What uh- What flavor do you recommend?” You hate that you stuttered in front of her, a habit you have when talking to pretty girls. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Hmmm, my favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip, but-” You interrupt her and say, “One scoop of that in a cone please!” Robin smiled and scooped it for you, then handed it to you. She said, “I’ve never seen you before, are you new here?” You smiled and said, “Yeah, my parents decided they wanted to move and get a fresh start. Why they chose here, I have no idea.” Robin laughed and said, “Well, maybe I’ll see you around more?” You nodded, “You definitely will, ice cream is my weakness.” She laughs again and you ask, “How much for the ice cream?” Robin says, “Don’t worry about paying, this one’s on the house.” You smirk at her, “And why is that, Robin?” The way you say her name makes Robin melt like ice cream on a summer day. Robin says “Pretty girls deserve free ice cream.” You’re trying your best to stay calm, not to get worked up, but her calling you pretty, it sounded so nice coming from her. Her voice, god you loved her voice, the raspiness of it, every time she talked you felt like you were turning into a puddle. Your cheeks were bright red and you completely zoned out. Robin was testing to see what your reaction was to her calling you pretty. She could tell by the way your cheeks turned bright red that you were into her. She asked, “Uhhh- (Y/N) I could totally be getting this wrong, but do you want to come over to my place later? We can uh- watch a movie, if you want. My parents are out of town too.” You smile and say, “God, yes.” She smiles back at you and says, “Okay! I get off work at 8pm. So, does 8:30pm sound good?” You say, “Yep!” then Robin gives you her address. You say, “I’ll see you then, bye Robin! Thank you for the ice cream!” Robin smiles and waves as you walk away. Steve comes out from the back room and gives Robin a thumbs up. As soon as she no longer sees you, she starts smiling and getting really exciting, almost jumping up and down excited. She tells Steve, “Steve, she is the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on.” Steve smiles and says, “I can’t believe you got her using one of my lines.” Robin smiles at him and says, “I guess I just say it better than you.” He glares at her while she laughs. For the rest of her shift, Robin doesn’t stop thinking about you.

It’s 8pm and you’ve gotten yourself ready to go to Robin’s. You grab the keys to your car and you start driving over there. The entire way there you’re thinking about Robin’s perfect red lips and what’d they’d look like all over your body. Her kissing you so much that it ends up smudged all over her face. You ended up getting distracted and ran through a stop sign. When you realized, you quickly snapped out of your imagination. You arrive at Robin’s at 8:20pm and you sit in your car for about five minutes. You were nervous and had to take some deep breaths before knocking on her door. When Robin got back to her house she changed into a black t- shirt and flannel red and black pajama shorts. Then she made some popcorn, put it in a bowel and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. She grabbed some blankets and a couple movie options to also place on the coffee table. By the time she had everything situated the way she wanted, there was a knock at the door.

You knocked on her door, you were slightly shaking, so anxious to be alone with a beautiful girl like Robin. She opens the door and smiles “Hey (Y/N)!” You almost melted at the sound of your name coming out her mouth. You stuttered and said, “H- Hi, Robin!” and started fiddling with your fingers. Robin could tell you were nervous, so she started talking to try and ease some of your anxiety. She said, “Okay, I made some popcorn for us. Not sure if you like popcorn, if you don’t I can make you something else. I put some blankets over by the TV and also placed some movie options. (Y/N), follow me.” You follow her over to her living room and sit down next to her, not too far away, but not too close. You sit up and look at the movie options. You picked one and Robin put it in, she asked, “Are you comfortable?” and you smiled and nodded. As you guys were watching the movie, every now and then, you and Robin would look at each other. About halfway through the movie you feel Robin’s hand on your thigh. You look over and she asks, “Is that okay, (Y/N)?” and you nod. You wanted her to keep going, you want to kiss her, so you did. You cupped her face and gently kissed her. You pulled away after and said, “Was that okay?” and Robin said, “more than okay, (Y/N). Can I kiss you again?” and you nodded. She said, “(Y/N) be a good girl and use your words for me.” You let out a small whine, you weren’t expecting her to say something like that. You said, “yes please” and Robin said “good girl” then kissed you. This kiss wasn’t like the last one, it wasn’t gentle, it was more sensual. Eventually, you both had to pull away for air and when you looked into her eyes, you saw how blown her pupils were with lust. After catching her breath, she kissed you again and she lightly bit your bottom lip. You let out a slight moan and then Robin slipped her tongue into your mouth. She swirled it around yours and then she pulled away. She went kiss your jaw and then made her way to your neck. She lightly bit a tender spot and you moaned, then you felt her flat tongue lick where she just bit. Her lips were next as she started sucking a bruise onto your neck. You moaned and when she released her mouth said, “God, (Y/N) you have the prettiest moans.” Then she returned to sucking bruises onto your neck and hearing your pretty moans in her ears. After she was satisfied with leaving a couple bruises she said, “Do you maybe wanna move upstairs?” You nodded and said, “Yes please.” She smiled and grabbed your hand and led you into her room.

When she closed the door, she looked at you standing in the middle of the room biting your lip, staring at her. She walked closer to you and tugged at your shirt and asked, “(Y/N), can I take this off?” and you said, “please.” It sounded almost like a whine, which made Robin grin. You lifted your arm over your head to help Robin take your shirt off. When she saw your laced black bra, her eyes couldn’t leave your chest. She looked up and kisses you, then moved her hands to your bra clasp. She was waiting for your nod, so she could remove it and soon as you nod, it was off your body and onto the floor. Robin released from the kiss to look at breasts and when she saw them let out a small moan. Then she said, “(Y/N), you’re so beautiful.” You blush and then you feel her hands by your waist and playing with the button on the jeans you were wearing. Before nodding you tugged at the back of Robin’s shirt and she took it off with one hand within a second. Then you nodded as she rolled down your jeans. Now kneeling in front of you she saw that your panties matched the laced black bra you were previously wearing. You felt her hands go for the waistband of your panties and you were already nodding by the time she looked up at you. When she took them off your legs and picked up your bra, holding them up looking at you. She said, “(Y/N) did you wear a matching set cause you knew I was going to take them off of you and fuck you?” You sharply inhaled at her harsh phrasing and your face turned a bright red, you were red hot. You’re reaction made Robin giggled. Robin got up off her knees and kissed you, backing up to the foot of the bed. She released from the kiss and lightly pushed you down, then towered over your body. She said, “Fuck (Y/N) you look so good like this. Can you be a good girl for me and move back a little, baby.” You immediately scrambled back and Robin giggled at how needy you were for her. She said, “Needy are we?” and you nodded. Robin said, “use your words sweetheart.” You whined at the nickname and said, “Yes, touch me please.” Robin laughed and said, “Baby, I haven’t even had my fun with you yet. I guess you’ll be learning patience today, (Y/N).” She smiled as you whined, but then she came down and kissed the middle of your chest. Moved over one of your nipples, pointed her tongue and began flicking it. You moaned out, “Fuck, Robin” and then suddenly you felt one of her other hands on your other breast. Her thumb and index finger pinching your nipple. She was being soft and then did a rough pinch and a loud moan escaped your mouth. Robin moved her mouth to the other side, giving your other breast the same attention. Once she was satisfied, she kissed down to your stomach. She left a few marks there, sucking and biting your skin. Then it was time for Robin’s favorite parts, teasing you in between your thighs.

Robin loved teasing you in between your thighs and seeing your whole body squirm. She lowered her head so it was positioned in between your thighs and said, “(Y/N), be a good girl and spread your legs wider for me.” You moan slightly at her calling you a good girl and say, “yes, Robin.” You open your legs wider and she says, “That’s my good girl.” You moaned again, then you moaned louder as you felt Robin’s lips against your inner thigh. She sucked a path of marks up your inner thigh leading to your pussy. By the time Robin finished marking your thighs up, you were dripping went, squirmy, desperate, and begging for Robin to touch you. You were saying, “Robin please, please touch me. I need you to touch me. Please, Robin!” Robin looked up at you and said, “You’re this wet for me? I haven’t even touched your pussy yet, (Y/N).” The way she said your name made you whine, you loved the way it sounded with her voice. You nod rapidly and say, “mhmmm, just for you, only for you.” She smiled, then took her tongue and licked from the bottom of your entrance to your clit, but then she pulled her head away. You let out a moan and then a loud whine after she takes her head away. She looks you in the eyes and says “Mmmm baby, you taste so good. I could eat your pussy for hours.” Your eyes are tearing up, she’s been teasing you for too long, but then you feel her tongue rapidly start licking your clit. A loud moan escapes your mouth, “Fuck, Robin!” You can feel her smile as she’s licking your clit, you’re getting so close. Your legs are starting to shake and you can’t stop moaning. You start begging, “Robin, please let me cum, I’m so close. Please! Please let me cum, Robin.” She smiles and says, “Cum for me, (Y/N).” A couple seconds later and you did just that, you screamed Robin’s name as you came all over her face. Robin wasn’t done with you though, she continued rapidly licking your clit and then slowly inserted two fingers into your entrance. You screamed out, “FUCK” and your entire body arched up. Robin slowly fingered you, but the licks on your clit were still rapid. She felt your walls tighten and then she curled her fingers and you loudly moaned and came all over her fingers. She slowly took her fingers out and sat up, she said “(Y/N) look at me.” You looked up and she put her fingers that were covered in your cum into her mouth. You let out a small moan as she rolled her eyes to the back of her head, pleased from the taste. She says, “God, baby you taste so good. Have a taste.” She started climbing up your body until you were eye level with her, then she leaned down and kissed you. You loved that you could taste yourself through Robin’s kiss, your wetness all over her lips. She asks you, “Can I clean you up now? I’ll be gentle. Promise.” You nod and she goes back between your legs and gently licks up all your wetness, then grabs a towel to finish everything. When she was done she gave you another kiss and then plopped down next to you on the bed. You moved to cuddle with her and she looked at you and asked, “So, how’d I do, baby?” You smiled and said “So good, my legs are still shaking.” She smiles and lets out a little giggle as she looked down at them. Robin starts playing with your hair and a couple minutes later says “(Y/N)?” “Yeah?” Robin starts fidgeting with her rings, obviously anxious and asks, “Will you uh- Will you be my girlfriend?” You giggle and say, “Yeah, Robin. I’d love to.” You popped your head up and gave her a kiss. She had a huge smile on her face as she continued playing with your hair. You were so relaxed and tired that you fell asleep, Robin noticed and turned off the light, falling asleep shortly after.

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