#so much as the feeling of rushing back to our room to watch an insanely memeyfied cartoon at 12 in the fucking morning

[daddyricsdoll]

@d3kstar @fakehappy27

Thank you so much 💗1k ✭ Celebration!!

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“Oh carino…” Carlos whispers in my ear, nose dragging along my hot skin. “You make me so insane.” His big hands grabbed my hips and pushed me further against the wall, taking away all my power and leaving me vulnerable to him.

Carlos’s mood already on a high since achieving a podium on the first race. Which left me with a need to give him a more intimate celebration. Going beyond the heated make outs and fingering. And venturing toward the only thing we haven’t achieved. 

I hadn’t even told Carlos what I hoped he’d do, but yet he showed a hunger for me that couldn’t be healed with a touch of fingers, but instead, his little virgins tight hole. 

A moan escaping my swollen lips and encouraging a groan to leave the Spaniards mouth. 

“Let me take your innocence hermosa.” Carlos grabs a hold of the end of my short dress, waiting for me to nod before he starts pulling the flimsy fabric up. Lifting my arms up and hearing the groan that flees between his plump lips. The cool air of the room brushes against my nearly bare body. Now only wearing light pink lace. 

Carlos does an easy job of ripping my lingerie, now revealing my pebbled nipples and core that gradually gets wetter and wetter by the second. “I don’t know how I held back so long.”

He takes a deep breath, holding my face and indulging both of us in such a love and lust inducing kiss. Only breaking the kiss to spread my legs and start rushing to undo his belt. Sliding it between each hole and throwing it to the floor before unbuttoning his trousers and leaving them to lay beside his belt. Leaving me with the outline of his dick through his boxers. My mouth opened and pussy throbbed at the thought of his size. Watching his hands pull the waistband down and expose his cock. Bobbing up and hitting his toned stomach. 

I didn’t know if he could fit, his fingers already being a stretch I’m not fully accustomed to. 

Carlos clearly ignores the worry on my face as he lifts one of my legs and pulls my body closer to his.

Holding his dick by my entrance and mixing his precum with my arousal to make it an easier job. My fingers make bruises into his shoulders as I grip him tightly, waiting for his inevitable push. “Fuck, don’t worry carino, I’ll make it fit.” Pushing himself in, inch by inch. Both of our breathing, uneasy and heavy. Pain sears through me, and just as a broken scream tries to leave my mouth, Carlos forces two of his fingers between my lips. Allowing my teeth to bite into them as he tries to distract the pain with pleasure. Other hand, rubbing my clit. 

I try to moan out his name, but it comes out muffled as Carlos gags me with his digits. Cock nearly bottoming out and already hitting my g-spot. 

“Te voy a abrir con mi verga.” (Gonna open you with my cock) Carlos starts moving again. Making small thrusts that eventually get bigger, and bring tears to my eyes. Finally managing to hold himself back as I endlessly clench around his dick. Carlos’s thrusts become rams and he treats me with only petite sprinkles of care. Just the way I would’ve begged him for. Satisfaction sparking through me at each rough snap of his hips. Hair perfectly falling and sitting in front of his mesmerising eyes. His stare not the usual one I’d disintegrate into, but grow more flammable. Turning the heat inside of me enough to make us both burn. 

The feeling of his cock, such a sensual ache. And as Carlos moves in and out I can only imagine how my slick covers his shaft. How tight I must be and how close he is to exploding. 

Bringing me back to the tight feeling in my stomach. A knot that just needs to be solved. And just as Carlos hits my g-spot with precision I ultimately let go. 

Digging my nails into his tan skin and creating crescent like shapes. My climax topping every other one that he’s brought me to. But my body doesn’t relax yet, still clenching and throbbing just waiting for Carlos to release. Hearing the way his grunts sound closer to moans and his dick starts spasming. 

Exploding and covering my walls with his cum. Marking me from the inside and out.

“Fuck Carino… I need more.”

[louvaine]

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader synopsis: sacred midnight moments spent with the love of your life, mulling over the doubts that are beginning to drive you insane.

“Are you awake?”

It’s whispered words in the dead of night while the rest of the world rests, the moon illuminating the dark skies above. A sliver of light creeps in through the condensation  on the window, dancing along the rumpled sheets strewn over a tangled mess of limbs. It’s in the slow breath of Aaron as he leans over you, forehead pressed down to rest against your bare shoulder, the warmth of his breath dancing flames across your skin.

“I used to think that nothing could break us.”

His hand finds yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. It’s intimate, soft even, something sacred in the world of blood, murder, and undeniable tragedy. He presses another feather-light kiss against your skin, moving upwards slightly so that his hair is brushing against your jawline, his scent overwhelming you. His touch makes the room warmer somehow, and your future within its walls seems a little less bleak with every passing moment that you’re wrapped up in him.

“I was naive, Aaron.”

“Don’t──”

“How can this life not? How can it not break you?”

He sighs, closing his eyes. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Maybe,” you placate, then add, “for now.”

His gaze is piercing as he reaches across, pulling you into his chest. His arm wraps around your waist, and despite the heaviness in your stomach, it flutters at the sensation of his body pressed up against yours. Almost like the first time you saw him propped up against the back wall of the bar your friends had dragged you to, watching you move in time with the low, intoxicating music: a siren calling out to prey. He fell for you, hook, line and sinker just as much as you fell for him.

“I can take care of myself.”

A flash of jarring memories fuels your anxiety──

Aaron in the hospital, his skin gaunt and body lifeless under harsh, fluorescent lighting. Aaron, bloody and bruised, knuckles cut and sliced open as he tells tales of defending himself and his team. There’s so many moments that flicker through your mind, so many instances where it’s tortured your heart, seeing him hurt and broken, waiting for you to patch him up, softening his barbed edges.

“Not always,” you say, voice barely a whisper.

“I’ll always protect you and our family. Whatever it takes.”

It’s a promise he’ll keep until his last dying breath; a promise that’ll take him to the grave. But it’s also the promise that’s likely to get himself killed if it meant saving you. Aaron is the stoic Unit Chief, cold and heartless, keeping all his emotions close to his chest except for when it comes to his family. That’s the only time he’ll break every single rule to keep you safe, to protect you.

“Don’t you know that’s what I’m worried about?”

He smiles sadly, thumb brushing your lips. “Is that what’s keeping you up?”

“I always worry about you. It comes with the territory of loving you.”

Aaron hums in response, rolling over quickly so that he’s on top of you, his weight pressing you down further into the bed. He looks serious for a moment, the humour no longer visible against the darkness of his eyes as he leans down, pressing his lips against yours. It’s not a kiss that’s fuelled by intense desire or lust, it’s not filled with passion, it’s not rushed or messy, it’s just this: a kiss that barely lasts a minute, but is somehow enough for you to sink into. It overwhelms you: how soft he is when it’s just the two of you falling in love all over again with only the moon as a witness.

It feels a bit like coming home; comfortable; safe.

“I’ve got people watching my back,” he replies when he pulls back, his forehead resting gently against yours. “We’re a family. Nothing will change that.”

“Aaron──”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s empty promises at best but you can tell Aaron doesn’t want to continue this conversation. He adjusts his body against you, running a hand through his unkempt hair. He glances up at the window, the light hitting his face in a way that only seems to emphasise his boyish features and it looks like the weight of the future has finally been lifted off his shoulders by the sheer strength of the moonlight. It’s a moment where you can see the warmth back in his eyes, his genuine smile erasing the sunken years he’d taken on in the last few months, and it’s as if he’s never been as happy as he is right now.

He looks content, almost.

It feels surreal.

Jack coughs, the sound echoing through the dark house, shattering the suspended moment where the world had dwindled down to just the two of you. He’s the wake-up call to reality, a constant reminder of the struggle that’s still ahead as Aaron tries to balance his commitment to the BAU and his commitment to his family. Sometimes his obligation to his job outweighs his responsibility to you, and the arguments in the aftermath leave you feeling hollow. But for every disagreement, every missed date night, every fight, it only serves to fuel your determination to fight harder because you’re not sure you can survive the fallout if this fragile thing between you breaks, and you don’t want to lose him.

“I love you.”

His lips twitch upwards. “I know.”

He leans over the side of the bed, grabbing some clothes to throw on before he goes to check on Jack, the crisp chill of the house ensuring that he doesn’t walk around half naked, much to your disappointment. He smiles fondly back at you, the sight of you wrapped up in his bed igniting a familiar warmth in his chest. He likes to think he’ll have you forever. He reminds himself that you’re not something he’ll ever give up without a fight, a promise he made to himself on the day you’d first said you loved him. 

He knows that you’d never let him leave without one either.

“Don’t be long,” you murmur, adding, “I’ve missed you.”

Between the endless cases, keeping his team in line, and his own demons that he’s still learning to live with, he rarely sees you anymore. This is the first time in a week that he’s spent longer than an hour in your presence. He watches you stretch your body out, rolling into the abandoned warmth of his side of the bed, like seeking him out has become one of your basic human instincts. He watches you for a moment, allowing his guard to drop long enough to treasure this singular moment with you.

It tugs at his aching heart; he knew you felt lonely.

But not to the extent where you’d willingly admit it to him.

“I’ve missed you too,” his voice is soft, gentle.

He thinks about the last week where you’d settled for salvaging a spare moment in the brief spaces in his busy schedule, sneaking around like teenagers, hiding in the shadows with Aaron’s lips on your neck. He’s kissed you a thousand times, pressing you up against the wall, stolen fragments in his office with the blinds drawn shut, away from prying eyes.

He’d wanted to apologise for it; to make up for it somehow. 

Except for you, there’s nothing to forgive him for.

He smiles to himself, saying, “I love you.”

A pause, and then, “I know.”

He stumbles at the open tenderness in your voice, back at your side within a second so he can lean down long enough to press a kiss against your temple. He only lingers for a moment, but there’s a faint curve to his lips as he’s leaving the room, knowing that he’ll be back in your arms before he knows it.

[demonpiratehuntress]

How the Straw Hats React to Your Period

Includes: OPLA!Zoro, OPLA!Sanji, OPLA!Luffy, OPLA!Usopp, f!reader

A/N: I actually have a one-shot written of Zoro's reaction to your period, which I'll post after this. But I hope you enjoy reading this :)

ZORO

"NO! NO! (NAME) I'M SORRY!"

Luffy's loud scream was what woke the swordsman from his nap today, one of his eyes shooting open to see what the fuss was about. Luffy zipped across the deck in front of him, holding onto his hat for dear life as you chased him around with a kitchen knife, curses and threats spewing past your lips.

"Luffy! Get back here!"

Zoro looked at Nami and Sanji, who were watching the scene while trying to stifle giggles. Usopp was behind Sanji, visibly shaking. The swordsman turned his gaze back to you and Luffy, where you were handling the captain by the collar of his vest. Before you could do anything to him, however, Zoro grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

"What now-" You turned, your eyes widening when you saw your boyfriend. "Zoro-"

"Why are you trying to kill our captain?" He asked, then paused. "Okay let me rephrase. Why do you have a knife?"

You suddenly burst into tears, and for the first time since Kaya's mansion, Zoro jumped in fright and alarm. It didn't take long for your face to be a mess of tears, and you were babbling something he couldn't hear through your sobs.

"Calm down," he let go of your wrist and gently took the knife away from you, handing it to Luffy before feeling you suddenly smack his arm. "What was that for?"

"Don't tell me to calm down!" You yelled, still crying but now very irritated. "He ate my food!"

"So?"

"So Sanji made it especially for me!" You whined. "He knows what I like on my period!"

At the mention of Sanji, Zoro growled and lifted you up, tossing you over his shoulders, "I also know what you like."

Minutes later, you were laying on his chest in his hammock, after he had brought you some more food and something to drink. He was lazily rubbing over your uterus, which he had learned - after three of your periods - calmed you down. You were content for now, eating an insane amount of food and cuddling your boyfriend, but he couldn't deny that he was a little afraid of you during these times. Still, he did his best to make sure you were okay, knowing how badly you cramped and how much pain your body was in during these days. Whatever you asked of him, he did without complaint.

SANJI

No one had seen you for hours now. That usually wouldn't be a problem, if it wasn't the middle of the day and if you didn't usually spend this time learning how to fish from Sanji. Everyone except Nami seemed to be confused, but she wouldn't tell anyone what was going on, too busy reading her charts. So your boyfriend decided to check for himself, regretting not coming sooner when he saw what state you were in.

"My love, what's wrong?"

The cook was by your side in an instant, his ears now picking up on the soft groans and whimpers you were letting out. You were clearly in pain, but you didn't want to lift your head up to tell him why. He had to gently remove the blanket from your face, and cup your cheek in his hand.

"What can I do to make it better?"

"Food," you mumbled, before groaning again and burying your face in his thigh. "And you."

That didn't really make any sense, but it didn't matter to Sanji. He didn't want to leave you alone while you were in pain, so he quickly brought a cloth he had doused in hot water and laid it over your uterus, knowing heat would help the pain. Then he kissed your forehead and promised the food would come soon, before rushing off to make your favourite.

"Where's (Name)?" Luffy asked Sanji, coming into the kitchen. "Haven't seen her all day."

"She's resting," the cook answered, before slapping the captain's hand away from the food. "That's for her."

Luffy was about to protest, but then he turned and went down to your room to check on you. Sanji would have warned him, but he was already gone before he could.

What came next was a loud bang and a the unmistakable sound of someone hitting the wooden walls of the ship. Followed by a dazed groan. Sanji tried not to laugh as Luffy came stumbling back into the kitchen, his eyes wide.

"What did you do?"

"I poked her cheeks until she told me what was wrong."

"Did she tell you?"

"No, but she punched me."

Sanji did laugh then, watching Luffy go back out to bother someone else - probably Zoro - as he gathered up the plate and hot drink he had prepared for you and went back to your room. He set the food and drink down, slipped into the bed next to you, and brought you close as he fed you the food and kept the heated cloth in place over your uterus. He was aware of how painful these few days were for you, so he tried his best to make it at least a little easier. And he always did.

LUFFY

THE MOST OBLIVIOUS MAN TO EVER LIVE. This guy has no idea what's in store for him, and he has no idea how to deal with it either. He can't help his annoying nature, but when you get your period he tries his best to shut up sometimes. Sometimes. He can't keep up with your mood swings, and even less with your cramps, but he tries. The poor guy. You always feel so bad after your periods, knowing you yelled at him for no reason or snapped unwillingly when he's never ever raised his voice at you or argued.

"(Name)!" Luffy whined. "That was mine!"

You had just swiped something off his lunch plate - something he did way more often to you - when those words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. He had - once again - forgotten what time of the month it was. He was reminded when your eyes glossed over with tears, and your bottom lip trembled. Everyone else flinched as you started crying, getting up to run off to somewhere else.

"Luffy!" Nami smacked the back of his head.

"Idiot," Zoro grumbled, face-palming.

Luffy looked confused, wondering why everyone was telling him off. Only when Usopp nudged him in the direction you ran off did he get it. He was slow, but he always understood - eventually. He got up to follow you, finding you curled up in the crow's nest, shaking and crying into your knees.

"Hey, (Name)," he sat down next to you. "I'm sorry."

"You're an idiot, you know," you grumbled, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.

He laughed, and you frowned, before he suddenly pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you. He extended them so they encased you like a cocoon, having heard from Nami that keeping you warm might help with the pain. But also, he knew how much you loved it when he cuddled you like this. All your pain and anger faded away, and the tears stopped as your body completely relaxed in his embrace. You felt yourself nodding off, and pretty soon you were fast asleep, head tilted onto your boyfriend's shoulder. He smiled. He was lucky that you were so patient with him. Because it took him a while, but he would always make sure you were okay during these few unbearable days.

USOPP

This poor, poor boy. Having been around Kaya for most of his life, he wasn't new to what periods were. However, you were not like Kaya. You were aggressive, you were angry, you were violent, and it terrified him to his core. He knew you didn't mean to be, but your fluctuating hormones made you so moody and grumpy that he was almost tempted to hide from you for those few days. But he knew you needed him. So he did what he does best, he told you funny, made-up stories to make you laugh.

They...had the opposite effect.

He was alarmed when you started crying halfway through his infamous goldfish story, instantly reaching out to take your hand, "(Name), what's wrong? Does it hurt? I can go get something-"

"Why did you punch the goldfish?" You sniffled, looking up him with teary eyes.

He was taken aback by your question, his jaw dropping. No one ever asked that, and he was wondering why you were worried about the goldfish when he claimed it was attacking him.

"Why-"

"It was an innocent animal!" You whined, smacking his arm suddenly and then crying even more. "It didn't do anything!"

Usopp stuttered and stammered and tried to defend himself, but you were so concerned about the fish you didn't want to hear it. Shaking his head with a sigh, he just slipped into the bed next to you and brought you against his chest, kissing the top of your head. You were very very emotional, but he was learning how to appropriately handle it. And you appreciated that he was trying his best to make you smile. He made your periods bearable.

[wosoamazing]

A New Chapter

Y/N Williamson Epilogue?? (My last fic before I refresh my page/content...)

IMPORTANT: This fic involves a heterosexual relationship between R and a Fictional character... If this is something you don't want to read I suggest you move on. WARNINGS: bad injury (hip), mentions of hospitals and surgery, moving away, rehab, heterosexual relationships, some swearing, periods, endometriosis, vomit/mentions of, being scared to return home, mild sickness, kids?, hints/links to miscarriage (not everyone will notice), suggestive?? - it's long so there are a lot, I have tried to list them in order, however if you do really want to read it but you can't bc of some of the warnings message me and I can see if I can cut that part of the story out for you. A/N: Not properly edited yet, I will edit it later - so sorry if any mistakes. Also sorry if the second half of it feels rushed, it was getting so long but I may have accidentally rushed it trying to make it not insanely long... (Word Count: 7462 - be prepared, hopefully it's not boring)

Your dream of playing in an Olympics Final came crashing down 15 minutes into the Matildas’ opening match of the tournament. A corner had been given, Steph kicked it in and the next second you were on the ground in agony, it seemed to happen in fast forward for you. However for Leah, who was watching at home, the moment unfolded so agonisingly slowly, she saw Frohms place a hand on your shoulder restricting you from jumping, as Oberdorf jumped into the air behind you, if it wasn't for Frohms’ hand on your shoulder the goal could’ve been yours, she was angry and hoped the ref had picked up on it, however she wasn’t angry for long, as she saw the trajectory Oberdorf was coming down on, her jump slightly too high meaning she lost control. Time slowed to an almost stop as Leah froze sat in front of the TV, watching as Oberdorfs midsection completely landed on top of your left shoulder, she almost felt her heart stop as she saw your left leg brace, watching as it popped out from the force of Oberdorfs head hitting your thigh, causing you to completely crumple onto the ground. Thankfully the players around reacted quick enough to grab onto Oberdorf and flip her, otherwise your injury wouldn’t have been the worst, and something unimaginable could’ve happened. She saw your body jolt as you were turned onto your back, the look on your face along with the scream you let out indicating your hip most likely popped back into place. The full weight of it all occurred seconds later when a phone was brought onto the pitch and steph did something on it, Leah’s phone started to ring.

“Leah, she,” Steph breathed out not knowing what to say

“I know. I saw. Can I talk to her?” Leah asked before hearing some shuffling from the other end, watching Steph crouch down next to you on the TV.

“Le-ah,” your voice came across the phone, it was full of pain and fear, Leah was honestly surprised you hadn’t passed out from the pain yet, but maybe you were running on adrenaline or shook, all she was certain about was that she needed to be there for you, in one way or another.

“Hi bug, you’re doing so well, being so brave. They are going to take good care of you, I promise. I love you so so much, and I’ll be there very soon, you’ve got this bug,” she told you before Steph took the phone back to her ear as the medics needed to move you, “we’re coming, our flight is in like an hour, we are actually about to leave now,” she informed her club teammate as she watched her fiance leave the bedroom wheeling a suitcase behind her.

______

You were immediately taken into surgery, where they did x-rays and scans. You woke up a few hours later surrounded by machines, unable to feel your left leg, but your left shoulder and torso ached badly, but quickly you noticed Steph, Sam, Leah, Lia and Alexia all sitting around the white washed sterile room. The people who you looked up to in your life and who inspired you, all in a hospital room, to be there for you, for some it meant taking time out of their teams olympic tournament. Maybe even risking unfair punishment and her mental health for one. For two others it meant getting on a plane last minute, dropping all other plans, including the IVF appointment they had waited a year for, not knowing when the next one would be, willingly letting go of their hope to have kids in the near future for you. In that moment you realised how much you meant to them, never before had the meaning of you to them been so tangible, they meant the universe and more to you, but maybe you meant ever more than that to them.

Leah noticed your eyes open and moved beside your bed, “Hey bug, how are you feeling?” she said ever so softly, and you just blinked groggily at her as she leant in to kiss your forehead mumbling “I love you very much,” before her hands moved to cup your face and her thumbs wiped away the silent tears that had started to fall from your eyes. The others all got up and left not only to find a doctor but give you two a moment of privacy.

“Hi, Y/N, nice to see you awake, I’m Dr NAME and this is Dr NAME, we were the two surgeons who operated on you,” one of the doctors spoke as they walked in, smiling at you, you kind of nodded at them and watched as their gaze turned to Leah before going through your chart, “and you’re Leah,” she nodded at them. “Okay so,” he started talking but you were too tired to listen and zoned out, hearing the words, dislocated, hairline fracture, Iliofemoral and Pubofemoral. You would eventually come to find those are the things that happened to your, during the fall your tore your  Iliofemoral and Pubofemoral ligaments, which then meant when Oberdorf’s head hit your thigh it was a lot easier for your hip to dislocate which it did, you had a hairline fracture in your femoral neck but it was unknown which mechanics of the injury caused that, sometimes they would insert a pin but as yours was only small and you were young, they didn’t, it also meant they likelihood of you returning to football was higher, however you still would most likely never return.

You were stuck in Paris until the end of the tournament, the risk of you flying back home versus the ‘risk’ of you staying there were incomparable and so you and your crutches, along with your bandaged hip, sporting the equivalent of a hinged knee brace but for a hip over your leggings, were dragged along to the final match, the first time you had been in the public's eye properly since your injury. You were dreading this match for multiple reasons. It meant you would be in the media’s sight, and you would also have to interact with the people you had been ignoring. But even more it meant you had to watch your teammates and ‘family’ get to do the one thing you had ever dreamt of, the thing that was almost never going to happen now. You stood alongside Sam during the national anthem, wearing an official match jersey, your own name on your back, as a tear rolled down your cheek, which after the anthem Sam wiped away before hugging you tightly. She understood the pain to some extent, however she knew well and truly before the olympics started the team could make it to the final and she would be standing on the sidelines, for you it was different, you should’ve been on that pitch today, if it wasn’t for your injury you would’ve been starting, as the main forward, but that didn;t matter now, you would probably never start for the matildas or any football club/team again, she knew it, the team knew it, the world knew it, you even knew it, you just didn’t want to have to face that reality.

The whistle blew and every single member of the Australian’s on the sidelines got up and sprinted onto the pitch, except you, every single A.O.C football personal was on the pitch celebrating, but you weren’t. You couldn't, you couldn’t get up, but that's not the reason you were not on the pitch, you didn’t want to be, you didn’t deserve to be.

The next second the whole bench shook, Kyra had catapulted herself into the row of seats in front of you, you looked up, her face shiny from sweat, holding the world's biggest grin, “come join us,” you just shook your head, “I can help, I’ll be sensible and careful. Please?” she begged, causing a tear to roll down your cheek, causing her face to quickly drop as she moved to hug you, making you cry more, causing more girls to start to filter over to you, all leaving with dampened moods, all having failed attempts at cheering you up and failing to convince you to join them. All celebrating as they walked across the stage receiving their medals, whilst they lifted the trophy, but the pain in their eyes was evident, you watched Kyra bite her nail nervously as she looked into your direction, you were still sat in you seat, having refused to collect your medal, you played 15 minutes you didn’t deserve it. You burdened the team, Steph spent way too long laying awake in her bed, the moment replaying in her head everytime she closed her eyes. Kyra cried herself to sleep almost every night, she missed you, you might’ve been with them physically but that was it, she knew she would have to go back to Arsenal without you and most likely never play with you again and that hurt her. Macca couldn’t shake the feeling of horror that ran through her body as she heard your scream so loud and clear from the other end of the pitch, she hadn’t even had her hearing aids in and yet it sounded like you were inside her ear. If anything the team had won in spite of you, you had in no way helped them get there, you were the cause for their pain, you didn’t deserve a medal at all.

“Bebita,” Alexia said softly as she bobbed down in front of you, “No,” you harshly snapped at her, “Et mereixes una medalla, les vas aconseguir aquí i vas formar part de l'equip sigui el que passi. (You deserve a medal, you got them here and you were part of the team no matter what),” you just shook your head at her, “Bé, doncs, almenys deixa'm agafar el teu i guardar-lo segur per a tu, per quan el vulguis després. (Well then at least let me take yours and keep it safe for you, for when you want it later.)” you shrugged your shoulders and so she placed your medal around her neck, for you. Before pulling you into a tight hug and not letting go for a very long time. The no you said to Alexia had been the last word you spoke to anyone before flying back under the intense supervision of the medics to England, where Lia and Leah meet you at the airport, taking you home.

______

“What’s wrong?” your sister asked, having put up with your attitude for way too long knowing you needed to break and rather than continuing to walk on eggshells waiting for you to break she decided to do it the hard way, allowing you to use her as a punching bag until you broke.

“What’s wrong, you’re fucking joking right, are you somesort of imbesile,” you sneered at her, “Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact I’ll never fucking play again, my career is over at 18, the rug has literally been swept out from under my feet, and none of it was even my fault, noone even got a fucking red, for ending my career, the ref decided that a career ending injury didn’t equate to a red. I had to watch as my friends my family lived out my dream, my fucking dream, I’m olympian, but am I really, 15 fucking minutes out of a minimum 540 minutes, I’m 2% of an olympian, I suppose that 2% counts though right? It’s not like I helped the team, I made it harder, I don’t deserve a medal but everyone else seems to think otherwise.”

“But you do bug, you were there, you got your team there, you were going to be the best young player of the year,” Leah tried to reason with you.

“Going being the key word there, I was going to win a Balloon d’or, I was going to be in the fifa best 11, I was going to win a golden boot, I was going to be and do so many things, but going is past tense, it’s never going to happen, I’m never going to get any awards ever again.” You shouted at her.

“Where are you going?” Leah asked as she watched you stand up, the room having fallen to silence moments ago.

“Away from you, I-, I-” you shook your head trying to clear your mind, Leah stepped closer to you, knowing your walls were about to crumble.

“What am I meant to do now, Le?” you asked, completely and utterly broken, “What happens now?”

Leah swallowed back her emotions “I don’t know bug, I’m sorry,” you collapsed into her and she picked you up being mindful of your hip, before lying down on the couch, your body on top of hers. You buried your head into her neck as you sobbed, your whole body shook, and all Leah could do was hold you, and try and comfort you and reassure you in a moment where there were no answers, how are you meant to comfort someone and give them reassurance when the doctors don’t even know. How are you meant to tell someone it's going to be okay when the only way to know what will happen is for them to go through an excruciating rehab process only to then very likely be told they could never play again.

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You were cleared to fly long distances 3 months after your surgery, 2 months since you returned, so that’s what you did. You flew to Australia, bought an apartment and started a new life essentially, one that not everyone knew your past in intricate detail, however being a Matilda most people knew who you were but it was different.

Charlie got Lachlan to keep an eye on you and so you did things with his friends and sometimes even his team. You found yourself getting closer to one of his friends in particular, he always made sure you weren't left behind because they were walking too fast, he was ‘coincidentally’ at the same rehab gym you went to when you first put weight on your leg still relying on your crutches heavily, he celebrated for you but quite, not to make you uncomfortable, he offered to drive you to your appointment the one where you were allowed to use only one crutch, he celebrated for you then too, a bit more openly but not nearly as enthusiastic as he would’ve liked. You invited him to the appointment where you would start walking without any assistance, he celebrated quite loudly for you that day, insisting he needed to take you out for dinner, you accepted it, hoping it would lead to something more, and it did. You quickly found yourself spending more time at his house than yours, more of your belongings there than you had at your own home. He was honestly perfect, and for whatever reason you had this feeling that a shoe would drop any second. 

— FLASHBACK — 

One night he woke up to you crying in your sleep, sitting up slightly he noticed there was blood on the sheets underneath you. Shaking you softly, he woke you up, before quietly saying “Baby, I think you’ve come on.”

“Shit,” you sighed out before curling into a tighter ball, “Why don’t you go have a shower and I’ll change the sheets,” He offered as he kissed your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, rolling over to your back, “why?”, “because I’ve bleed all over the sheets, sorry,” “Baby, it's just a little blood, it’s okay, don’t worry,” you nodded before getting up and hobbling to the bathroom.

“Hey, babe you okay?” he asked as he approached the bathroom door, having finished changing the sheets, you didn’t reply to him, but he heard the muffled sounds of you crying, “I’m coming in okay,” he told you before softly opening the door, seeing you on the floor, your legs curled underneath you, as you sobbed, he bobbed down next to you, placing a hand on your back, “Do I need to take you to the hospital? I don’t think this is normal,” you shook your head as you reached to grab his hand as another wave of pain washed over you, taking a deep breath you fought off the nausea before blurting out “endometriosis,” hoping he could make conclusions from that.

“Do you need your tablets or something?” he asked and you looked at him confused. How did he know?

“My sister's girlfriend has it, I don’t know much about it but I know some things. Are your tablets in the drawer in the kitchen with the tape and stuff, are they the things in the arsenal pouch?” He asked and you nodded, being in too much pain to talk. He quickly left and returned, with your tablets, some water and heat packs.

“Not blue box,” you told him and he nodded before popping out some of the other tablets as per the labels and handing them to you.

“Do you want me to hold you?” he asked as a tear rolled down your cheek, “But-” you tried to protest weakly.

“I honestly don't care. I just want to help, I want you to feel better,” you nodded shyly at him and he picked you up placing you in his lap as he handed you a heat pack, you curled up and hid your head in his chest, falling asleep eventually.

— END FLASHBACK — 

You met up with some of the Matildas’ for coffee during one of their camps, and he and Lachlan came, him on the basis he was Lachlan’s friend.

“How long?” Steph asked as she walked alongside you, both slightly behind the others.

“What?” “You know what I mean, how long?” “I don’t know, it started as friends and then the lines blurred and then somewhere along the way he asked me to be his girlfriend,” she hummed in response, “Have you told Leah?” “What do you think,” you asked her before Harper ran up to you.

Later that night you were lying in bed next to him, head resting on his shoulder as his finger drew soft circles on your hip, over your leggings, when your phone buzzed.

Steph: You need to tell Leah. I know you don’t want to, but just think about it this way, at least you won't be telling her in person. But no, I seriously think telling her sooner rather than later would be better.

You sighed after reading her message dropping your phone on the mattress next to you, you dreaded telling your sister, especially when you already barely spoke.

“What’s wrong,” he asked as you rolled on top of him, letting out a heavy breath.

“Steph figured us out and is insisting I tell Leah,”  “Oh, why don’t you want to tell Leah?” “Do you want to tell your brother?” “Shit no,” “Exactly,” there is a pause,  “but I do need to tell Leah, especially if I am going to go back when you go on holidays,”

“You can stay here, you know that right?”

“No, I have to go back. Barça wants to announce my departure officially anyway. I don’t have a choice,” you sighed out, “what if I messaged and then just threw my phone out”

“You know you can’t do that,” he chuckled softly, causing you to groan as you rolled off him.

“I don’t want to have to face them all, I ran away, they probably want nothing to do with me anymore anyway,”

“I don’t know if that’s true, Steph and Kyra were so happy and excited to see you today, so was the rest of the team but especially them.” he said and you nodded before he spoke again, “Well I don’t know about Charli, she was too busy catching up with Lachy to even notice you were there I think,” you laughed at his comment, you turned the TV onto the Arsenal match which was about to start as the pair of you feel into silence.

“Would you ever want kids?” he asked you out of the blue.

“Um, yeah, most likely, especially now it won’t be interrupting my career,” you tried to joke, “why?” “Oh, just curious, you were just really good with Harper and her little brother today, and I don’t know why but that thought came up. Also, doesn't Steph have a kid?” 

“Yeah, he stayed in London with Dean for this camp,” he just nodded as your attention both went back to the game.

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“What do you want for lunch?” Leah asked as you sat down in one of the kitchen stools as Leah and Lia walked into the kitchen. Leah had picked you up from the airport but as Harry was actually on holiday with his friends you went your separate ways, however you had a lunch planned for tomorrow with him, you, Leah and Lia.

“Not eggs,” Lia injected before you could answer, you were confused about her answer but just nodded anyway.

“Um, I don’t really care, I’m not that hungry anyway,”

They decided on Ham Sandwiches for lunch and as you ate you caught up with them, before ending up on the couch watching TV with them, they were still talking however you had fallen more silent, leaning into Leah’s side for a hug, “You okay? You’ve just gone a bit quiet and look a bit pale,” Leah asked looking down at you.

“Mmm, I’m just a bit tired,” you admitted.

“Why don’t you go up to sleep, we have no plans until tomorrow.” you nodded before moving to go upstairs.

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“Bug you okay?” Leah asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing her hand over your face causing you to stir slightly.

“Mmmm, sorry do you want me to go?” you mumbled half asleep.

“No, it’s okay, you can stay in here, just wanted to check you were okay,” you nodded slightly before letting out a rather chesty cough, “you sure about being okay?” you just groaned at her before rolling over, feeling her slip in behind you and pull you in for a hug, it felt just like old times.

“What are you doing in here?” Leah asked as she entered the bathroom, obviously just waking up from her midday nap.

“I feel like I’m going to be sick,” you informed her.

“Oh, scoot forward,” she instructed you and you moved away from the wall. She sat behind you before pulling you onto her lap, you collapsed back into her, resting your head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you said breaking the silence as you turned your head on her shoulder so you could look at her, “I should’ve told you, you did some much for me, you were there for me my whole life and then I just up left, no warning, nothing, and then I basically ghosted you,”

“It’s okay,” she told you

“But it wasn’t, I even told you about Harry over text, the first thing I told you in months after not even telling you I could walk without crutches was that I had a-” “Boyfriend,” “Well yeah,”

“I understand, and I understood, it was hard, don’t get that wrong, but it isn’t the only time one of us has just upped and left, I think you’d remember how once I got my professional contract and I had to move, I didn’t tell you, I couldn’t bare to see your sad little face when I told you, so I just left, at least you had a reason, I didn’t have one at all, and you technically had two reasons, the injury and payback,”

“I forgot about that, but thank you for reminding me, I will use it if Mum or Dad get angry at me,” 

“Please don’t, but I do understand. You did it for you, you needed to find yourself, figure out who you were without football, which meant you needed to be separated from everything that reminded you of what was once, of what you loved and still love, and that included us, and it;s okay. I was never angry, I just really missed you, you’re still my baby sister, and no matter what happens you will still be the most important person in my life.”

“Oh,” you felt your gut sink at her confession, suddenly the feeling of being sick became very real, “I’m sorry,” you replied quietly as you moved your head back flat against her shoulder, staring at the ceiling. You felt your mouth fill with saliva and closed your eyes taking some deep breaths.

“Should we cancel lunch tomorrow?” Leah asked as you continued to take deep breaths knowing why you were.

“No,” you said as you shook your head, the nausea having finally passed, “I’ll be fine, I just need to sleep more,”

“Okay, also Lia has an appointment with the medics tomorrow just so they can do some checks and stuff, it's before lunch but you’ll probably have to come and just hang out at the club because otherwise we might be late to lunch,” you nodded your head before you felt yourself dozing off.

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“Hey, how are you?” Aaron asked as he walked into the gym followed by Declan, you had decided to do some of your rehab exercises while you waited for Lia and Leah.

“Yeah, pretty good. You?” You replied kindly

“Alright, know much about your prospects yet?” he asked, referring to your hip, you froze, not knowing what to say.

“Um, not yet, still another month until I find out,” you lied, you had already been told, but you weren’t ready to tell anyone else yet.

As you continued with your exercises, you couldn’t help but notice your heart rate get faster and your chest get tighter as time passed. When you felt yourself slightly shaking you slipped out of the gym, sliding down the wall in the hallway, your actions didn’t go unnoticed by declan who quickly followed you out but walked past you down to the medics office. He returned following behind Leah, who bobbed down next to you before looking up at him.

“Please don’t tell anyone about what we were speaking about in there,” she asked him

“Of course I wouldn’t Leah, it’s your own personal information, I’m sorry for interrupting, it’s just that,” he gestured towards you, “and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“No thank you,” she said before shifting her focus to you.

“Hey, what's going on? You okay? Do you feel sick?” she asked in a soft, concerned voice, you couldn’t manage to speak so you just shook your head, “Take some deep breaths, you’re okay, it’s okay, nothing happened, you’re safe.”

“I can’t play,” you managed to get out after some deep breaths, the words almost immediately lifting a weight of your chest, “I’m never going to play again, I can’t,” you told her before breaking down into tears.

“Oh Bug, I’m so sorry,” she said as she pulled you in for a tight hug.

“How much longer are we here for?” you asked as you pulled away, having calmed down slightly.

“Probably ten more minutes. Have you thought about what you’re going to do?”

“A little, once I was out long term the offers started to come out anyway but I haven’t really considered them. I’m thinking of coaching though, I just can’t decide,” Leah hummed in response to you, and you sat in silence, just embracing her presence until Lia came out.

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After you spoke with Leah and Lia about not playing it was decided you needed to ask someone who wasn’t affected by your choice in any way. So you decided on going to Barcelona at the same time as Harry, for different reasons though. Hoping Alexia could help and give you some guidance.

So that’s how you found yourself sat in your seat on the plane as it sat on the tarmac waiting to disembark, your right knee bounced up and down uncontrollably as you nervously looked up and down the aisle. When you felt a hand placed on your knee, you jumped slightly before relaxing into the touch slightly, “It’s going to be okay, stop worrying, from what you’ve told me they will only care that you are okay and safe, they might be slightly annoyed but they’ll understand.” You nodded whilst stilling looking around, “and remember you can call me at anytime and I can come to you at anytime you want me to, the boys won't mind, they might just make a condition that they have to meet the team if that occurs,” you both let out a light laugh at that.

As you walked out of customs his hand slipped into yours, and you dropped your head onto his shoulder, causing him to kiss your temple. Just ahead you saw Lucy, who had raised her eyebrows, ignoring her you turned to him and hugged him. “I’m going to miss you so much,” you mumbled into his neck, “Same, but remember you can call whenever you need and I’ll call every night,” you nodded before you pulled your head out of his neck and your lips connected, your legs lifting to wrap around his waist as he wrapped his arms around yours.

“All right you two, stop sucking face, we need to go,” Lucy said interrupting you.

You huffed at her and she gave you the same look she would give you when you huffed at her for not getting you second ice cream when you were younger at England camps.

“Didn’t take you as someone who would be into PDAs Mini Leah,” Lucy teased you knowing the nickname would set you off.

“Well Lucy, when you’re in love, those things don’t matter,” you replied to her dramatically as you followed her out of the airport.

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Its safe to say walking into the place you called home two years ago was emotional, and as you stood there waiting for Lucy to get everything she needed out of the car, Alexia and Mapi walked by, however Mapi halted, she was stopped in her tracks, as she was behind alexia who hadn't noticed you, and kept walking.

“Ale, Alexia,” Mapi stood there calling for her, “Alexia” she shouted,

“Què (what)”, Mapi couldn’t do anything other than gesture to you with her head, Alexia came running back down the hall and froze when she saw you.

“What’s wrong with them?” Lucy asked as she finally walked through the doors.

They stuttered, not being able to get words out, Lucy just ignored them and pulled you along behind her, to the pitch, where everyone was celebrating. Making your way over to where Ingrid, Frido and Ona stood, all giving you a hug, before a small girl came running up to you, “opp, Klem,” she said whilst she made grabby hands at you, she was Ingrid and Mapi’s daughter.

“I’m sorry, I can’t pick you up because I have an ouchie hip,” you said as you looked at her softly before looking back up at your old teammates, who all gave you sorry looks.

“Please don’t do that, that’s not why I came,” you sighed out before walking over to where Olga was standing by herself.

“Hi,” she said as she smiled and hugged you, you caught Alexia looking at you with a concerned look from the corner of her eye, Lucy and Kiera were talking to her and Mapi, most likely about how you didn’t want to be treated differently etc.

“Hi, is she mad?” you asked Olga, stepping away from the hug slightly.

“What?” “That I didn’t come to the wedding?” “A little upset Si, but not mad, more concerned, but we understood.” you nodded at her “it did take a week to calm her down after she found out you left England, she wasn’t mad though, more scared of whether you were safe or not,” you nodded weakly as you bit your bottom lip.

“Bebita,” Alexia said as she came up to you hugging you, before standing between you and Olga, almost the whole team following behind, creating a circle as they all started talking, it felt just like old times, like no time had passed, but it had almost been two years, you were struggling to follow the conversation like you used to, having not used your spanish in so long, everything was bringing back old times, old memories, memories you wished you could keep living, but this chapter of your life was over now, you moved to stand in front of Alexia and hug her, she wraps her arms around you whilst continuing her conversations, your shoulders started to shake softly as you started to cry and everyone looked at her concerned however she shook her head, indicating for them to continue and ignore it. After a while you seemed to have managed to calm down and you pulled away from Allexia slightly, she cupped your face in her hands, “Whatever happens, it's going to be okay.” you gave her a weak nod before moving to stand next to her.

“We are going for dinner at Ingrid and Mapi’s tonight, most of the team will be there and I think Harder and Erikson are coming too, you can come if you want.” Alexia said as you entered the ever so familiar house.

“Um, okay,” you said as you placed your phone on the table and went to grab a drink from the fridge before hearing your phone ring, Alexia caught a glimpse of the screen as she handed it to you. She knew exactly who it was from the look on your phone, not who the person was but who they were to you.

“Don’t tell anyone please, not many know yet,” she nodded, “do I get to meet this boy?”

“Alexia,” Olga called out sternly from the living room, clearly she still was in charge, something that hadn’t changed.

“Maybe, I think his friends and him are going to the game this weekend,” you said before you answered the phone and retreated to the spare room noticing how it was still your room and not a spare room at all.

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You were sitting on the floor with Hailee, having been dragged away from your conversation with Mapi, Ingrid, Alexia and Olga by the small girl into her playroom. Not that you really minded though.

“They’ve told you you can’t play again haven’t they,” you were startled slightly by the unfamiliar voice, looking up to see Madga leaning on the door frame.

“How did you know?”

“I don’t know, I just could tell, maybe because I only knew you as football, where as they knew you as football and you, so they can’t see it. Does anyone know?”

“Yeah, Lia and Leah, and someone else, and now also you supposedly,” you flatly replied.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” you looked at her blankly, “I’ll take that as nothing, what if you came over to Frido’s while the team is at training and Pernille and I help you decide, we have no connection, it could help,”

“Bayern don’t need a new coach?” she shook her head, and you just nodded slightly, “okay so it’s settled then,” she said before turning around, “Frido, do you have a big whiteboard at home? If no, we need to buy one before tomorrow morning,” you heard her yell out as she walked away.

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Having made your decision with the help of Magda and Pernille you returned to England with Harry. To tell Arsenal, after it was official, just not yet announced, you went for lunch with Leah, Lia and Harry to tell them all, Lia and Leah took it well however Harry jumped out of his seat saying he needed to be somewhere, and since he wouldn’t return your calls, so you had no clue if you would see him or not, maybe he was leaving you.

“Turn around,” Steph said as she saw Harry running to the facility doors where you were waiting for Lia and Leah to get out of the car, having a chat with Steph.

“Will you move in with me?” He blurted out, slightly puffed as he reached you.

“What?” You questioned not understanding what he meant.

“I didn’t answer your call, or your message or your subsequent calls because I was doing something, for you, for me, for us. Remember how I played Rugby Union in high school,” you nodded, “well, I wasn’t ignoring you because I was mad you took the job, I wasn’t ignoring you at all, I was trialling for a rugby club, so we could be together, I love you too much and you mean too much for me to go back halfway across the world from you. They offered me a contract, it isn’t the greatest, but it will do, anything that means I can stay with you is perfect,” tears started to fall from your eyes, “I’m sorry,” he said slightly panicking, questioning if he said something wrong.

“No, no,” you said as you shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and picking your legs up “Thank you,” you mumbled into his ear before placing your head on his shoulder, not believing it.

“I’m assuming it worked?” Leah asked as she walked towards the three of you, he nodded in her direction as you let go, “ready to do this?” your sister asked as she looked at you and you nodded, starting to feel nervous agin.

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“I’m coming back to Arsenal,” you told everyone as you stood in front of them, Harry standing on the sides, Jonas inisting he come in considering he was there already, they all cheered slightly before you interrupted them, “but not in the way you probably all want, I’m going to be part of the staff, the coaching team, I-,” your voice cracked, as you took a shaky breath “I won’t-, I-I can’t ever play again. I will never be able to play again, it’s uncertain whether I will be able to run without pain, let alone play,” you sniffed, you felt panic rise within you, “I’m sorry,” you said quietly before walking out the door tears streaming down your face, trying to ignore the looks of sorry, disappointment or confusion. Leah’s immediate reaction was to stand up and go to you, but Lia tugged her arm forcing her back down in her chair, gesturing to the figure that was rushing out the door after you. 

-

“I’m sorry, I-'' you blubbered out as someone came towards you, “Hey, none of that, baby none of this is your fault, and you literally have nothing to apologise about,” he said as he stood in front of you, you immediately fell into him at the sound of his voice and felt his strong arms hold you tight as you buried your head in his neck, he started swaying you and gave you a small kiss on the side of your head every now and then, trying to calm you down, knowing that was probably one of the hardest things you had to say, he knew you always wanted to finish your career at Arsenal, and now that was never going to happen, at least in the way you wanted, you would never be a Matilda again, you would never walk out onto a football pitch in the same way again, your goals were changing and you were struggling with that. He knew that, no matter how much you tried to hide your feelings.

The door creaked as it opened and Harry looked over to it, seeing Steph walk out, who handed him a water bottle as she gave him a soft smile before walking back into the room. He continued to sway you both slightly, keeping one hand around you as he took a quick sip from the bottle.

“Baby, do you want some water?” you nodded, taking the bottle of him and drinking out of it.

-

Leah was still inside crying into Lia’s shoulder, most people had left the room now giving everyone a bit of space. “Do you want to go home? Is this about what just happened or this morning?”

“All of it. It’s stupid, I just feel like I’m losing her now too, and it’s dumb, she was never mine in the first place but-” Leah confessed, before getting cut off by Lia.

“It’s not stupid Le, we have a lot of things happening in our life, a lot of news, and not a lot of time to process it all, it’s hard, and I know you feel like you have to be strong for her, for me, for us but you don’t, it’s okay,” Lia tried to reassure her.

“I shouldn’t be upset, I mean you're the one going through it all, and here I am complaining about my life.” Leah hiccuped.

“Hey, I might be the only one going through it physically but mentally we are both going through it, and you have more on your mind then I do, I understand, you don’t have to apologise for being upset, no matter if I’m experiencing worse, we are a team forever and always no matter what happens, no matter whether we have an addition to our team or not.” Leah nodded before pulling away from her and standing up noticing you had come back inside.

She pulled you towards you and wrapped you in a much needed hug, you didn’t want to let go, and neither did she.

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2028 Olympic Games

As the final whistle blew your players immediately ran over to you and your staff, celebrating as a team. 

Commentator One: And they’ve done it, the Matildas have won the Olympics for the second time in a row. 

Commentator two: Y/N Williamson has led the Matildas to victory after a drought, a much needed piece of silverware for the team that was starting to lose the country's hope.

It was a risky decision for Football Australia to choose you as new head coach, even you knew it, especially as you would only be joining the team in person at camp three weeks before the Olympics started, due to circumstances, but you started work much earlier than that, much to everyone's disbelief. You were however quickly ushered away from your team for a post match interview, causing you to catch sight of your sister who has collapsed onto the floor in tears. Taking a mental note to go over and comfort her later.

“Do you want to go see your Auntie?” You said to the two small people who clutched onto your hands as you walked onto the pitch.

“We-ah,” “we see Weah,” they piped up at the mention of her and you let go of their hands, “go on then,” you watched as they ran over to her, smiles bright, not knowing the meaning of the moment that just happened, them being so happy just to see their Aunt. 

“Alessia, hand the baby over,” you said to her as she held the newest addition to the Williamson family.

“Do you want to go say hi to your Mummy?” you asked the 3 month old as you placed her against your chest.

Leah’s face softened even more as she watched you approach her with her daughter, “you know, I’m never going to be able to thank you enough or repay you for this,” she said as you passed Lilly over to her, “but maybe you taking the gold away from me, means I don’t have to.”

“I told you, it’s nothing, honestly, you don’t have to repay me, buuut…..” you dragged on, she raised an eyebrow, “can you take the boys tonight, I have some celebrating to do,” you told her as she rolled her eyes.

“You literally carried our baby for us, I do owe you, and yes of course I’ll take the boys tonight, I need some quality time with them before they leave me for Australia,” she replied.

“It’s only two weeks, it's just a short camp, and it’s time we went on one of Daddy’s camps and meet all their uncles, but they honestly think they are meeting Kangaroos, they don’t quite understand that Wallabies is just the name of the team” she laughed at your comment before pulling you in for a hug. It sounds cliche but you knew in that moment your life had turned out perfect, it is nowhere near what you imagined but you honestly couldn’t have asked for anything better.

[siriussslut]

hi! can i ask for something with marlene ? maybe that her roommate!reader has an obvious crush on her and marls knowing that decides to tease her (change her clothes in the middle of a room, purposely forget to take her towel to the shower etc.) and that leads up to them having sex? it's my first request ever and i decided to send it because i'm tired of seeing so little marauders era girls content:( let our girlies have their moment!!

yes oh my god!!! the girls are in desperate need of more content. i’m always down to write for them so please please please don’t hesitate to request stuff for them! anyways hope you enjoy <33

warnings: masturbating, fingering, & squirting

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you pause the movie right at the beginning, and go back to your phone as you wait for marlene. she’d gotten home only a few minutes ago after finishing work, and now she’s taking a quick shower before your movie night. tonight was marlene’s pick, and so you’re watching some horror movie.

the bathroom door creaks open and you look up, expecting to find her clean and ready, but she’s darting down the hall… naked. she’s quick, slipping into her room in less than a second, but you catch a quick glimpse of her.

she’s glistening and wet, drops of water sliding down her bare skin. “sorry, forgot my towel!” she says, rushing back to the bathroom.

your eyes fixate on the swell of her ass before the door shuts behind her, lock clicking. you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you try to remember every curve and dip of her body. you’d seen glimpses of her before, of course, being roommates, but never this much, never this exposed.

your hand slips under your pajama pants as you recall the quick flash of a breast, nipple hard and pointed. wetness pools between your fingers, pulse racing. just when you feel seconds before a release, the door clicks back open.

your hand flies away and you quickly wipe them dry on your clothes, leaving you aching. marlene grins. she’s wearing nothing but a towel, leaving her arms and legs are bare, but you want to see more. you look away.

“did you put the movie on?” she asks as the sound of something dropping to the floor rings in your ears.

“yep.” you glance at her and immediately falter. she’s changing. in the living room. her towel lays on the floor, as she pulls up her shorts, tits exposed and swinging slightly with the movement. you tear your gaze away, and look back at her face. something mischievous glints in her eyes.

you look away, eyes fixating on the blank screen. she shuts the lights and plops on the couch beside you, thankfully fully clothed. you try to ignore how good she smells as you press play on the remote.

you’re dying. you’re fucking dying. marlene is pressed against you, cuddling into you under a blanket. you can feel every crevice her body has to offer. her nipples poke into your side, driving you insane.

“you okay?” marlene asks innocently, glancing away from the movie.

you nod stiffly. “mhm.”

“you sure?” she leans forward, tits pressing even closer against you.

she moves her hand, resting it on your upper thigh. “i can help you if you want.”

“help me?”

she nods, inching her hand higher. “only if you want.”

after a frozen moment of shock, you jerkily nod. she breaks out into a grin and immediately straddles your thigh, fingers slipping into your underwear. she runs her fingers through your folds, collecting your slick.

“you’re so wet.” her voice is low and it sends tingles down your spine.

“can you fucking blame me?” you say, eyes fluttering shut as she begins to play with your pussy. she grinds against your thigh as she fingers you, releasing soft groans into your ear.

her fingers circle your clit, getting you even wetter. when you’re practically dripping she lowers her fingers, slipping one inside. “is this okay?” her voice is low and rough.

“m-mhm.” you say, throwing your head back as she thrusts inside of you.

you reach out for her as she continues, hand slipping under her shirt. your hand closes around her breast, fingers gently playing with her nipple.

she curls her finger inside of you, drawing a shaky moan from your lips. she thrusts deeper, still grinding against your thigh.

you feel a knot form in your stomach and before you can register what’s going on, you squirt into her palm, soaking your pants.

your face burns crimson, and you’re about to apologize, but she doesn’t seem to be upset. if anything, it turns her on further. she grinds faster against you, dampening the cloth of your pants.

she whimpers quietly as she comes, resting her head on the sweaty skin of your neck.

“was… was that good?” you ask after a moment of silence.

she smiles. “yeah. it was good.”

[sandy-the-glader]

Imagine Adrian’s girlfriend being super inexperienced and innocent, like Adrian is her “first” in everything, her first kiss (ever), her first sexual experiences (ever), and her first time

She’s all shy and nervous, unsure how to go about things, and he basically is guiding and teaching her 😭

Guide Me

Character: Adrian Chase x InexperiencedFem!Reader

Type: Fluffy Smut

Contains: Soft dom Adrian, Oral (Fem receiving), PiV, Praise, just soft Adrian talking you through it

Length: 1.6k words

Summary: You have had your first's with Adrian and now you are ready for your first time with Adrian. He guides you through it all.

A/N: I thought I'd do a small one-shot/Valentine's special since this request seemed perfect for it also I'm a little rusty for writing smut so I apologize. More requests coming soon!!!

At the beginning of your and Adrian's relationship, he was immediately shocked to find out you've never been kissed. You were the most perfect girl he'd ever met. I mean you were kind, loved his jokes, and could put up with his pointless rambles. Already wife material.

And besides he's had all his first times and he was.... well him.

He was also insanely (nervous) honored to be your first times. He made sure to make each of them as enjoyable and magical as he possibly could. During your first kiss, he held you carefully in his arms on the couch of his apartment. The kiss was deep and memorable. That scene was engraved into your everyday thoughts.

It was now Valentine's Day and Adrian went all out to make this day as special as he possibly could make it. He took notes from all the cute couples he saw online. The rose petals, the chocolate, and all his love. He was happy to have a day off in his week for this day and also he knew Fennnel Feilds would be loud and packed all night long. His lovely girlfriend didn't have it off though and he was disappointed but he would make up all the missed time later that night.

Adrian stood proudly in the doorway of your shared bedroom looking upon his works.

-

I dropped my bag by the door with a deep sigh. I was finally home and work was so stress-filled. I was just so happy to be home with Adrian. At the sound of the door opening, Adrian came rushing from our bedroom with a dorky grin on his lips.

"Welcome home honey." He enveloped me in a gentle hug. "Happy Valentine's Day." He said his voice filled with excitement. I was pressed up against his chest and I felt so comfortable.

"Hi baby, what's up?" I smiled sensing something with how eager he was acting. He grabbed my hand softly and led me to our room.

"I have a surprise for you and I think you're gonna like it."He said in a sing-song voice. My footsteps echoed in the hallway since I had yet to take off my shoes, We reached the slightly ajar door and he gestured for me to open it myself. I looked at him then the door and pushed it open.

There was a trail of rose petals leading to our bed and in the center were a few bags of chocolate followed by more rose petals. Candles surrounded the room making it feel romantic.

"This is all for me?" I smiled. Adrian nodded happily proud of himself. I walked into the room to see the whole thing. "Thank you so much!" I squealed. I turned to kiss him. He took no time to kiss back. He trailed his large hands up my torso creating an intense feeling to go through my body, his hand resting on my shoulder. My heart rate started to increase as his hands got needier and his mind got dirtier.

"Adrian." I gasped as he pulled me closer.

"Tell me you need this as much as I do," He said quietly against my lips. I nodded but he still waited for a verbal confirmation.

"I need you, Adrian please." I pleaded and he dove back in and kissed me again. He walked me backward to the bed until my legs made contact with our soft sheets.

I moved the chocolate to the other side of the bed, and Adrian laid me down. I watched him unsure what to do. Where should I put my hands? I just propped myself up on my arms. He noticed how almost scared I looked. I was only scared of if I messed up never because of Adrian.

"Here, I'll guide you." He reassured me. "Let's get these off." He started to unbutton my pants and pull them off, throwing them to the side. He looked so concentrated it was sweet.

He was a sight to take in. His hair was falling over his glasses as he was between my thighs. Shit, he looked good. His green eyes took in every inch of my body I had to offer. He slowly started to kiss up my thighs giving small rubs on the sides of them. My breath hitched to this foreign feeling.

"Let me make you feel good okay? If you need me to stop I will at any point." He said as he continued to rub the pads of his thumbs over my legs. I nodded. His thick fingers came and tugged my underwear down throwing them off the bed. "You look so pretty for me." He hummed. My cheeks grew hot.

"What do you want me to do?" I looked at him.

“Just stay still for me okay honey?” He asked. His hands trembled with adrenaline. I could tell he had been waiting for this very moment for a while now.

The way he looked at me every time I wore something ever so slightly revealing. Like he was starving. I brought myself a little bit closer and he threw my legs over his shoulders.

And just like that he held my legs and licked a line straight through my folds and a gasp rose from me. He looked at me making sure he could continue and I nodded. He licked stripes up and down. Slowly his glasses started to fog up. He looked at me so lovingly as he buried his tongue inside of me.

"Fuck Adrian," I whined and brought a hand to the back of his head, my hands tangling in his dark curls. More moans poured out of my mouth as his tongue worked so desperately. He didn't care about himself right now only the possibility of me coming undone on his face filled his need.

"Keep making those sounds for me." He smiled enjoying every second of this. He paid close attention to my clit, sucking in such an amazing way before slipping his middle finger into me. A moan erupted from me and he pumped it in and out. "You're doing so good honey.. look at you." He murmured already pussy drunk. He continued to suck at my clit and move his fingers faster inside of me. I started to feel the pressure building in my stomach and I threw my head back just trying to chase that release. Adrian stopped fully and removed his fingers.

"Why'd you stop?" I whined breathlessly. He smirked, enjoying the effect he seemed to have on me.

"As much as I would love for you to come on my face I need to be inside of you." I could still see my slick coating his lips. His dirty words made butterflies explode in my stomach. He pulled his shirt over his head and his biceps gleamed in the dim lighting of our bedroom. His pants followed quickly after. "Just lay back for me." I complied immediately. He pulled out a condom from his bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it down onto himself. " Are you ready?"

"Yes," I murmured out just watching the memorizing way his body moved. He hovered over me and brought my legs over his hips. Slowly he started to push his cock into me. My hands gripped his arms for support.

"That's it you're taking me so well." He sucked small hickeys onto my neck. "Good girl." He mumbled once he bottomed out inside me. He waited for a moment, waiting for me to let him know. It took me a minute to feel comfortable.

"I please move." I pleaded and he listened. He pulled out leaving me empty for a few seconds before filling me again. He moved slowly and I could tell he was holding back. I knew he wanted this for so long but a part of him was nervous to ask. The uncomfortable feeling melted away the pleasure started to take over.

"You can speed up." I let him know.

"Thank you, baby." He held my hips and started fucking up into me making him let out whimpers of his own. "Thank you for letting me take care of you. Fuck." He had just started and he was already finding that sweet spot inside my body. Every time he pulled out it left an empty sense that was always consumed by a delicious feeling of his cock ramming back inside of me.

I felt myself squeeze down on him, getting lost in the pleasure. His cock twitched inside of me and fuck I just needed all of him. He continued to speed up to what I didn't think was possible but Adrian was always full of surprises. Soon that feeling came back and that desire to release returned with it. I bucked my hips up to meet Adrian's thrusts.

"Fuck Adrian I think I'm close," I said breathlessly to him. That alone caused a moan from him. Any kind of pleasure from me seemed to set him off.

"Baby let go. Cum on my cock baby." He pumped himself a couple of more times before I reached my climax and came on him like he wanted me to. It didn't take him long to catch up with me. His final thrusts pushed him over the edge and he lost it.

"Fuck you're so good for me." Adrian collapsed next to me immediately bringing me into his arms. He already was mumbling more praise in between kisses in his fucked out state. He pulled a blanket over us keeping us warm in each other's embrace

"Happy Valentines." He smiled happily kissing the side of my head.

"Yeah, happy Valentines." I sighed comfortably in the arms of the man I loved so much.

[ghostchems]

infernal - terzo x f!reader - part three

art by the insanely talented @stainedlilac!

author’s note: sorry for the delay but i've been tinkering with this for a few months! i get married in a week so this is my wedding gift to you all. it's here and he's stoney-baloneyed and hot and bad and our poor reader is falling right into his trap. we got some defiling of a scarf this chapter. it's about 4.1k words. part one here, part two here. ao3 linky.

“She’s not even listening!”

Your eyes blink into focus on Catherine who is laughing. You groan and lovingly give her a dirty look.

“It’s Friday, let me zone out if I want to.” You slouch in your seat and twirl your glass in your hands. What had they been talking about? You try to remember but they are right — you absolutely have not been listening and you do feel bad about it. It’s been harder to make plans ever since you started your new job, despite the normal hours. Most nights you come home exhausted but also strangely excited for the next day to start. This is the first time you’ve seen your friends since and you should at least try to pay attention. 

“Okay, okay I guess zoning out is okay. I guess you can’t do too much of that at your new job?” Erica chimes in and leans over the table closer to you. “I feel like whenever we didn’t have calls we would always have these zone out staring contests.” 

“Oh my gosh, yes. And then we would realize that we’ve been staring at each other for a weird amount of time.” You give a soft laugh. You do miss working with Erica but you don’t miss the job. Catherine starts to chime in about how she barely has any time to zone out as a teacher and your mind starts to drift again, having heard this kind of talk from her so many times before. 

You think about what happened today. There have been situations over the last few weeks that made you ache in ways you know you shouldn’t for your boss but today might have been the most intense one yet.

You can’t stop thinking about it. 

***

You walk into the den and immediately smell the strong aroma of marijuana which means that you are getting goofy Terzo. There is still some hesitation in your steps, not wanting to bother him especially since from what you can see he is in the middle of watching something. You take a few moments to scan over the den. In the corner of the room is a wooden bar with a fancy cabinet behind it filled with fancy liquors and crystal glasses. You’re surprised by how stylish this room is compared to the rest but then again, the lights are off. 

Terzo is snuggled up on the couch in a t-shirt and shorts, his body draped across the couch entwined in a blanket. Your gaze drifts to the television and you gasp, giving up your position in the room. Terzo’s eyes immediately find you and he gives you a sleepy, sideways grin. His makeup is smudged which is common but it looks particularly messed up around his eyes. He’s been wanting you to come in here to see him, his mind wandering from the television every so often to think what would happen if you did — and now you’re here. 

“Ah, toppolino! Come, have a seat.” He slinks into the corner of the couch, offering you the space next to him as he gives it a few pat, heavy-lidded eyes giving you a flirty look. You swallow thickly, hesitating for what feels like an eternity before you relent, your feet feeling heavy as you walk over to the couch. You take a seat where he gestured and he’s quick to offer you the half-lit joint between his fingers, his shoulder leaning against yours as he quirks a brow. A breath catches in your throat — you’ve worked for him for weeks now and he always offered but something always held you back from accepting. 

Not today. 

You take a deep, long drag as he holds the lighter to the joint, his eyes never leaving your face. It burns but you don’t cough, perhaps trying a bit too hard not to. Terzo is so pleased, his smile only widening as he watches you inhale and exhale the weed. He feels a rush from you finally giving into this temptation, having tried to lure you in since you started. You don’t know that he’s been eagerly awaiting you to accept because he saw it as another step closer to doing what he wants with you. He’s slowly trying to wear away at your boundaries, especially after your reaction to him raising his voice to you. Terzo knew he could get you to play along. 

You feel him relax next to you, leaning in to rest his head on your shoulder as he turns his attention back to the television. Your eyes stay trained on the floor for a long moment, caught off guard by him. A blush rises to your cheeks. You choose not to think too hard about it and end up being your gaze up to focus on the footage playing. 

“I didn’t think you were in an acoustic band.” You say after a long moment of silence, becoming distracted by the video. It’s of him, dressed in the clothes you’ve grown so used to seeing in photos, performing to a small crowd of people, flanked by two men in masks. Terzo laughs, deep and full, and it makes you smile. He doesn’t laugh like that often. 

“I am a man of many talents, puffetta. This was to give the public a little taste of myself and the new album. We did a handful of these acoustic shows.” He picks up some blanket and smoothes it over your lap, heat rising through your chest up to your cheeks as his hand lingers in your lap for a moment. He notices. He always notices. Fingers lightly drift up the top of your thigh before he gently takes your hand in his. Your breath catches in your throat. Terzo’s touch is so soft, his hands feeling like butter as he places your own in his lap.

“You have a very nice singing voice.” Your voice comes out quiet like a house, almost shy about complimenting him on his talents. But in truth, it draws you in like a siren song. The way he moves his body, using his hands to accentuate the lyrics, and the deep eye contact with the camera and those in the crowd, is all but an act of seduction. You almost catch yourself swooning at the way he croons before remembering that he is sitting right beside you on the couch, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand that’s currently in his lap. The weed is hitting and you find yourself staring at the way his thumb moves, the way it feels against your skin, your eyes hazy and your cheeks starting to burn.  

“Grazie a mile. I see you like my dance moves too, eh?” He nudges you playfully and you giggle. Giggle! The weed is hitting. You are comfortable next to him, eyes hazy as your attention shifts from him to the videos and then back to him every so often. The more you look at him the more you notice how the brightness of his face starts to fade until his lips are pressed into a straight line. Maybe it’s difficult for him to watch this, his glory days, which seem to be such a thing of the past for some reason. 

“Have you thought about getting the band back together? Or doing some solo shows or something? You look like you belong on the stage.” 

“It doesn’t work like that, toppolino. My time was up and that was that.” He gives a sigh, shaking his head. There’s genuine sadness in his voice. You don’t understand how it could be so difficult for him to perform again but you choose not to pry. If he wants to talk about it, he would and his short response tells you all that you need to know. Silence passes between the two of you and Terzo lets go of your hand only to curl both of his arms around your waist. You rest your own hands on your stomach and he places his own on top of yours, fingers stroking gently at your wrists. It’s like he knows every way to take your breath away.

Terzo slips his shoulder behind your back, his chest pressing against you and he rests his head on your own shoulder. The two of you continue watching in comfortable silence, his wonderful singing voice filling your ears, his quips and jokes making you giggle. You feel moved by his former self and you feel… bad for him. You never had before but now, seeing how much he thrived in front of a crowd, how at ease he was and how their energy fed him compared to him living completely alone in a giant house makes your heart feel heavy in your chest. It doesn’t last too long, though, his deft touch and the way his exhales tickle your neck clouding your mind along with the weed.

Even with the slightly uncomfortable topic of conversation, Terzo is buzzing. It is taking all of his self control not to pull you into his lap and slip his hands between your legs, to feel if you are as aroused as he is right now. He wants to taste you. He wants to make you whine, to make tears stream down your face from how good he makes you feel, to hear his name dangling off your lips while you are completely at his mercy. Terzo grits his teeth as he holds himself back, trying to revel in the moment without pushing too far.

You start to feel hot. Tension building inside of you that is making it hard to focus on the video. You become all too aware of the way you’re breathing, chest rising and falling with each deep intake of air. Your head starts to feel heavy and you lean back, further pressing your back against Terzo’s chest. He makes a quiet, surprised groan, his hands squeezing your wrists tighter. Your cheeks flush and you feel a familiar throb between your thighs, shifting your body to try and stifle it but it just makes you press even further into him. It feels like something is about to snap inside, a bad decision about to happen even though it’s all you want right now until —

ZAP! 

You swear you see a flash of green and then there’s a sharp pain on one of your wrists. A surprised yelp spills out of you and you quickly snatch your hand from his grip. Terzo moves impossibly fast, somehow already on his knees in front of you, your delicate wrist already in his hand. 

“Oh no, have I hurt you?” He sounds sick with worry, his fingers lightly brushing over the spot.

“Just a shock. It’s all—“

“Non muoverti, prendo del ghiaccio.” Terzo murmurs and climbs quickly to his feet, leaving you alone in the room as videos of him play on the tv. You have no idea what he said. You run the pad of your thumb lightly over your wrist, reaching the mark only for it to sting from your touch. He’s back and on his knees before you again, already having your wrist in hand as he presses an ice cube wrapped in a paper towel to it. His sleepy, black locks fall into his face as he looks up at you. You watch as he stays focused on you and your reactions while he knits his brows, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. Care is written all over his face.

It makes you feel wanted. 

“I am so sorry, toppolino.” His voice cracks as his eyes drop down to your wrist. He wants to kiss it better so badly. How could he have done that to you? What even was that? Terzo’s mind flickers back to how you felt against him, how warm you were in his arms. He feels a pang of anger for having that moment ripped from him. You reach out and lightly tousle his hair.

“Don’t worry.” You smile shyly and pull the ice cube from his hand so that you can hold it yourself. “I should check how the landscaper is doing.” You almost feel guilty for leaving him but you’re a teensy bit too high to handle the intensity that is radiating off of him. Terzo nods slowly but he still stays kneeling in front of you as you stand. The look in his eyes sends shivers down your spine. You reach out and ruffle his hair as another reassurance but you can’t help but get caught up feeling how soft it is beneath your fingers before leaving the room. 

Terzo stays on his knees and presses his face against the cushion of the couch after you’ve gone. Your scent lingers on the blanket. He groans quietly and digs his hands into it, bringing it up to his face. He was so close. So close. Terzo could almost taste you.

How much longer could he wait?

***

“New job is taking up a lot of your time, huh?” Erica asks as you eye your drink, contemplating if you should have another. There’s judgment in her voice but you ignore it, chalking it up to her being maybe a little bit jealous that you’ve escaped the call center. 

“Oh, definitely. He’s kind of a mess.” You smile and end up sliding your drink to the center of the table, deciding you’re finished for the night. It is Friday but you still have to drive home and you’re not trying to stay out for longer than you have to. “Rich, though. And also loves weed.”

“He sounds perfect. Maybe you found yourself a sugar daddy.” Catherine speaks up and you find your cheeks flushing red. It’s not the first time you’ve thought of Terzo as daddy. 

“He’s already paying me a lot.” You give a shrug, attempting to push the thought of how he had yelled at you, his anger making your core ache for him in a way you’ve never felt before. “But maybe — I might be open to it.” They both giggle. Your mind starts to wander, thinking about what he might be doing now. 

Terzo clocked the scarf you removed from your neck that morning. It’s a deep red with a black floral design and a silky texture. You left it on the entryway table and when you left for the day you didn’t notice that it was gone. In fact, you completely forgot all about it. Terzo had grabbed it and slipped it into his pocket before scurrying up the stairs to hide it away in his bedroom. Now, he is laying in bed with it in his hands, feeling the soft satin against his fingers. Maybe he would keep it forever, hidden away in a drawer in his room for him to use when he is missing you. Maybe he’d start a collection of your things.

He hums quietly, tilting his head back against one of his pillows as he brings the scarf to his face. Terzo takes a deep inhale, breathing in your scent and then giving a rumbling moan. He was so close to having you today. He could see it in your eyes how badly you wanted him and then he ruined it. Terzo pulls the scarf from his face, dragging it down his chest before settling it against his shorts. His cock is already bulging and throbbing underneath the fabric just from your scent and reminiscing about earlier in the day. He is certain that the seed is planted, all it needs to do now is take root and grow.

But it would have been so easy to take you today. He could have moved his hand closer and closer to that spot between your legs, lightly drifting his fingers along the seams until you couldn’t take it anymore, begging for him to go just a bit further. You would have spread your legs wide from him as his hand slipped down your pants, toying with the waistband of your panties. 

“Fuck.” Terzo’s hips jerk from the scene he has come up with in his mind, pressing your scarf more firmly against his bulge. His thoughts are a blur now, jumping ahead in his little fantasy to think about how your tight little cunt might feel around his pulsing cock. Terzo would keep you in his lap, hands firm on your hips as he pushes in as deep as he possibly could. He imagines what you might sound like, soft little sounds spilling from your lips while you take him. And then, he would stay still and make you squirm, make you beg for him to move his hips, to take you and –

A growl catches in his throat as he makes a mess in his shorts, his hips stuttering and his free hand fisting into the covers. Terzo could never finish out his fantasies of you, always reaching the point of no return before any real action could be thought up. His chest rises and falls, giving strangled breaths as he closes his eyes. How long would he last when he finally fucks you? His lips curl into a small smile at the thought – even if he cums early he would make sure to play with you until you're a whimpering mess. He sits up in bed and lifts the scarf to examine the damage: if there are any cum stains on it. None that he could see. He hums in satisfaction, dropping the scarf back in his lap but his gaze stays fixed on it.

An idea crosses his mind. 

You’re about to ask for the check when your phone lights up. A frown crosses your face as you focus on the message preview.

You left your scarf. Come get it. Now.

“What is it?” The concern in Erica’s voice snaps you out of your trance. The color has drained from your face, anxiety brewing in the pit of your stomach from his tone. You left your scarf and Terzo sounds pissed about it. Is he in one of his moods? He has hardly ever texted you nor has he asked you to come by after hours before. You suck in a deep breath and grab your phone, slipping it into your coat pocket.

“Duty calls.” You offer a weak smile, your heart pounding in your ears. “Everything’s fine. Uh, just shoot me a venmo request for what I owe for dinner, alright?” Before they get a chance to respond you’re walking away from the table, brisk steps as your breathing starts to speed up. You can’t help but feel like you’re in trouble even though you don’t know how leaving a scarf could be a punishable offense. Your brain typically jumps to the worst possible conclusion, especially when your boss is the one aggressively texting you at 7:30pm on a Friday evening.

“Hey! Wait!” Catherine is chasing after you, nearly out of breath. You blink and realize you’re already at your car door, your feet having taken you where you needed to go while your mind raced. 

“I said you could shoot me a Venmo request—“

“No, no, this isn’t about that. I promised my brother I would ask you-“

“Dylan?” 

“Y-yeah, he’s been asking about you. A lot. He wanted me to ask if you were interested in getting dinner with him sometime.” Catherine is nearly out of breath as she rattles the question off to you. To say you are frazzled is an understatement. You’ve had a crush on Dylan since you were a kid and even though so much time has passed since then, the two of you having grown up, you still had a soft spot for him. You wish you could take a moment to fully comprehend the fact that your childhood crush is asking you out for dinner (through his sister, which isn’t the best but can’t win ‘em all) but the gnawing stress of Terzo’s text overrides everything. 

“Sure, yeah!” You are frantic, quickly getting into your car and then shouting through your window that is not rolled down. “Give him my number or whatever!”

And you’re driving away. There is no way you can think about anything right now, your thoughts running together in strings that make no sense. But there’s no way Terzo could be mad at you because you haven’t done anything wrong. Your feet slam on the breaks, throwing your car into park and opening your door in one swift movement. The rambling thoughts that had been clouding your brain disappear once you see him standing on his porch, waiting for you. You suck in a deep breath and hold it for a moment before getting out of the car, forcing yourself to mellow out. The last thing you want to do is march up there guns blazing. 

He is absolutely delighted. You came when he texted, sparing no time and not even giving him a heads up you were on your way over. He must have weaseled his way deep into your head and it makes groan to himself, eyeing you in your car. Terzo wonders what else he could ask of you. 

“Buonasera, toppolino! You did not answer my text.” Terzo waves to you, the scarf dangling off of his fingers. He doesn’t sound angry whatsoever which is baffling to you. You end up standing right in front of the porch steps and he is towering over you on the top step, his shoulders broad in his smoking jacket. Terzo’s face is blank but there is a spark of mischief in his eyes as he starts to twirl the scarf in front of you. “Is this a gift you left me, eh?” He’s wearing his smoking jacket again but with a dress shirt underneath that is tastefully unbuttoned to expose his dark chest hair. You’ve seen it plenty of times before — he had a knack for being shirtless in front of you but this felt far more enticing, like he had framed his chest just for you.

“I forgot it! I don't even remember wearing a scarf this morning.” You cross your arms, eyes narrowing at him. Still a goof it seems. “Was it really important to have me pick it up now? Was my scarf bothering you?” You’re teasing but there is an edge to your voice because how could you not be annoyed at the situation? He worked you up for no reason. You left dinner with friends for this. Terzo’s lips twitch into a grin and he tilts his head, eyeing you suggestively. 

“Scusi? I am being a gentleman, puffetta.” He dramatically walks down the stairs until he is on the last step, still towering above you as he brings the scarf up to your neck. Your breath catches when his fingertips brush along your neck, looping the scarf around your neck and making sure to touch your tender skin more than is necessary. “I don’t want that pretty little neck of yours to get chilly.” You forget why you were frustrated with him in the first place as he touches you, your lips quivering and your skin burning from the sensation. Terzo is so handsome in this light, the dark paints around his eyes making his mismatched irises glow. He cups your jaw and tilts your head back, looking over his work of tying your scarf firmly around your neck, thumb lightly grazing along your cheek.

You look delicious to him with your lips parted and your eyes half-lidded. Terzo could easily take it too far, he thinks about gripping your neck and squeezing just to see what would happen but baby steps. You would be begging for him to touch you sooner or later. His thumb swipes at the corner of your lips before pulling his hand away from you and taking a step back up another stair, miraculously not tripping over his own feet. The two of you stand still and stare at each other before finally you adjust the scarf around your neck that he tied just a tad too.

“What does puffetta mean?” You break the silence. Terzo’s brows shoot up as he tucks his hands into his jacket pockets, giving a small shrug.

“Smurfette.”

“Smurfette?!” That has never been one of your guesses. 

“A term of endearment, puffetta.” He watches you flounder deliciously. “I’ll see you Monday morning.” Terzo winks and turns on heel, walking inside his quiet mansion and turning off the porch light to leave you in darkness. 

The nerve of him. The absolute gall to have you show up here only for him to dismiss you so quickly. You breathe heavy, realizing that your legs are wobbling from the way he had touched you. 

You want more.

[hockeytrashgoblin]

Celebrating You- Auston Matthews

A/N: Hi everyone here is a happy playoff win smut for Auston. I know things aren’t looking so hot for the leafs right now so figured I better post it now before shit gets too depressing. Enjoy!

"Baby I'm so proud of you!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him as my husband Auston came walking over to me. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you babe." He said hugging me back.

He didn't seem all that excited and I was confused until he held my face and gave me a kiss that said it all. He was happy and excited he just didn't want to show everyone.

"Do you have team stuff you have to do?" 

"Nope. I already did the mandatory stuff. Some of the guys are going to a bar."

"Do you want to go?" I asked, anticipation building.

"No." He said giving me another intense kiss.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

"Let's go back to the hotel?"

"I'm in." I said taking his hand and leading the way out.

Auston got an Uber and the ride there could not end quick enough. The tension was insane and it took everything in me to not rip his clothes off in that car. I could tell he felt the same by the way his fingers were playing with and under the hem of my shorts. The scorching looks didn't help either as I could feel wetness starting to pool in my underwear as the ride continued through the traffic of Tampa.

Once we got to the hotel Auston got us out of the car and rushed, pushing me lightly towards the door. Not that he needed to. I was moving pretty quickly, desperation fueling my movements. He took my hand and led the way to the elevator. We had to be appropriate in the elevator though because someone else got in with us. They didn't bother us or anything but besides a kiss on the head and a squeeze of my hand we couldn't do anything which was agonizing as dramatic as that sounds.

We walked briskly through the hotel hallways on our way to the room. We got there and he fumbled with the door for a second before he finally got it open and pulled me inside. Once we were inside he pushed me up against the wall and his tongue was in my mouth in a heated kiss.

"Did you see my goal?" He asked as he broke away to take my shirt off.

"I did Aus, it was such a good goal." I kissed him again but he broke away again.

"We won."

"You did. I'm so proud of you and the way you played. My man was incredible out there." I said lowering to my knees in front of him, fumbling with his pants before successfully getting them down his thighs. "I've never seen you so focused and ready to win."

I took him in my hand and rubbed him a few times as he groaned. I put the tip on my tongue and swirled it around before taking as much of him as I could.

"Make you horny seeing me win like that?" He whispered, holding my chin to look up at him.

"Mhmm." I whined around him, sending vibrations down his dick.

"You're making me feel so good baby. As much as I love seeing you with your mouth full I want to stuff a different hole right now so how about you get those clothes off and we'll take it to the bed?" 

"Okay." I said nodding and taking off my shorts as we both went over to the bed.

"Lay down my pretty baby." He murmured, giving me another deep, searing kiss. "I wanna celebrate with you."

"Me too Aus, I want you so bad."

"How bad?" He teased with a grin climbing up the bed on top of me.

"Desperate for you to be in me right now. Feel." He rubbed his tip through my lips and groaned. "All that from you tonight."

"You're so wet babe, all for me?"

"All for you." I pulled his down to kiss him.

It didn't take long for the kisses to get more desperate. He put just the tip in as we kisses and I moaned trying to get more of him in me but he stopped me pulling out completely. He started kissing down my neck and left marks on my chest.

"Auston please."

"Can I go raw? I really want to feel you tonight."

"What about babies?"

"I wouldn't be mad watching you swell up with my kid. In fact I think I'd like it."

"Okay."

"Okay? You're sure?"

"Of course. I love you and want you so bad. Creampie me Aus."

"I will baby don't you worry. I'll give you exactly what you want. Take care of you."

"Please baby, I need it. Wanna make you feel good for playing so well."

"Thank you pretty baby." He leaned forward to capture my lips again and he slid his hard dick into me as I moaned into the kiss. "Such a good girl."

He started at a slow pace that gained momentum as we went. Soon his thrusts were hard and all you could hear was slapping skin along with our moans and groans. He kept up with that pace and I was a mess. He felt so good and I loved having him like this, really letting loose. Would I have bruises in the morning, sure. But it felt too good right now to even think of asking him to stop.

"Good God, look at you. You're doing such a good job baby. Feel so good. I'm not gonna last."

"Cum for me Auston. Cum in me please. Want it."

His hips thrust harder into me as he chased his high. The rhythm started to falter and I knew that meant he was closer. He held me tight and groaned roughly in my ear as he bit my neck to try and keep quieter as he spilled inside me.

"You feel so good."

"I love you."

"Love you too baby, thank you." He gave me a soft kiss as he pulled out of me. "I really want to go again."

"Already?" I asked laughing.

"You do things to me babe."

"We'll go as many rounds as you want my love. We're celebrating you tonight."

[yanderes-galore]

The Stick Of Truth concept of Kyle with a human darling that doesn't hate the elves, but is strictly loyal to humans overall not necessarily to Cartman, and won't betray them no matter what whether they reciprocate Kyle's feelings or not? Thank you!

Sure! I had to rewatch Stick of Truth's cutscenes as I finished it YEARS ago :) Takes place in a fantasy AU inspired by SoT. Aged up as usual. Feels rushed but I struggled on what direction to take it :(

Yandere! Elf King! Kyle with Human! Darling

(Stick of Truth Fantasy AU)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Kidnapping, Murder/Raiding, Forced relationship, Blood and death mention, Isolation, Implied brainwashing, Forced marriage mention, Fantasy AU so feel free to imagine him more elf-like.

Kyle is devastated at the fact his darling is a human.

You are from two different factions.

Not only are you on the side of the humans... but he's THE Drow Elf King!

By normal means you'd never like him or his kind.

However, you don't hate his side, according to his scouts.

Despite being loyal to your kind... you don't enjoy the fighting between the two races.

You may not be fond of your leader, The Grand Wizard King Cartman, but you're loyal to your side and people.

Kyle falling for you frustrates him.

He loves that loyalty of yours... yet it's directed towards the wrong side.

Can't you see Cartman is using you?

Blind loyalty will only hurt you.

Kyle's obsession leads him to send scouts to watch you.

He hates that he's unable to watch you himself.

Kyle feels you'll make a great ruler alongside him once he manages to obtain you.

Obtaining reports about you is the best he's going to get for awhile.

The more he hears about you and your personality... the more he sinks into his obsession like quicksand.

The issue is your loyalty to the humans....

His feelings towards you become obsession due to his inability to court you properly.

You see, if you were already part of his group or were an elf yourself, Kyle could simply claim you as his betrothed.

As a human... that isn't easy.

A conclusion that drives the king insane.

There's only one way to obtain your feelings if you won't leave the humans.

Kyle, as a king, knows to plan things out.

The Elf King gathers his forces in preperation for a raid on the human's keep, where you reside.

There is no reasoning with a king like Cartman.

So be it.

Kyle knows this... the humans will only listen to violence.

First, Kyle gives you an out via messenger raven.

If you do not give yourself up to the elves... the human keep will fall. You can come willingly to prevent the violence. That, or, allow the elves to pick you up from the wreckage.

This could go two ways.

You give yourself up for your kind... or you defend them with your life.

Kyle would prefer the first option.

He knows you care for the humans as much as he cares for his elven kin.

You hate fighting and this would give you a choice....

If you do pick option one, Kyle welcomes you to his home.

You'd be able to live in luxury with him and enrich yourself in his culture!

There would be no jail cell for you and you'd share a room with him....

He's loved you since he saw you with the humans in battle, now he can properly court you.

Then there's if you decide to defend the keep.

Kyle is disappointed, although that does not stop him.

Very well... the humans shall die.

Kyle approaches the keep with many troops.

He isn't backing down without you.

Since you refused his request, this attack is technically your fault.

Although it might have happened anyway for one reason or another... you feel like it's your fault.

After all... your home is set aflame, blood coating the walls with corpses piled high.

All because you said you wouldn't go to the elves.

You'll be crying in the middle of it all while the Elf King himself approaches you... lifting up your chin.

"I told you, didn't I? Your loyalty is misplaced... after I kill the wizard myself, we're going home. OUR home."

This route would result in you being thrown into a jail cell in elven territory.

Just until Kyle can retrain your mind through enchantment and spells.

Kyle doesn't mind how he gets you in the end, as long as he has you in his grasp.

You may not be happy with this... but you've forced his hand.

Kyle is a king, a king who's chosen you for marriage.

You may not reciprocate as much as him at first... but over time he's sure you will.

His bard will play the both of you songs, you'll be defended by his loyal warrior...

You'll enjoy it here with him.

Kyle tries to understand your culture and what you like/dislike.

The best way to convince you that he's your perfect partner would be to understand you, right?

Kyle's patient for the most part.

He's trying to cultivate your feelings for him, acting polite and nice towards you.

No matter how much you resist you won't be let out of his kingdom.

You have no home to run back to... they either think you're a traitor or are already dead from a raid.

You have only Kyle and his people to look for comfort in, now.

Surely you'll want to marry him after he casts a small spell, right?

[64yrsold]

lostmyhead

“Did you like the food?” he asked, a thumb skimming down the front of his tie. His fingers traced the buttons of his suit jacket as we walked through the lobby. It was hard not to stare.

“Yes,” I said, but he noticed the hesitation in my voice, “It was… very experimental.” I pressed the button to fetch the elevator.

“A bit pretentious,” he nodded, the elevator doors sliding open. We stepped inside, a buzzing heat between our hands. He pushed his hand into his pocket.

“We’re on the same floor, aren’t we?” he asked, and pressed the number twelve, turning to look at me. It was easy to sink into the darkness of his pupils, to descend into the endless depths of his eyes. I looked at my hands.

“Yeah, same floor,” I held my bag tightly, my fingers grounded by the smooth leather.

“I’m sorry you didn’t like the food,” the tip of his leather shoe tapped the ground.

“No, I liked it!” I assured him, and he gave me a laugh, “I promise.”

“Honestly, I’m starving,” he shook his head, and I hid my grin behind my hand, “Last time I’ll try to impress you with dinner.”

“Alright,” I murmured, the elevator doors rushing open.

“I didn’t mean-“ he sighed, running his hand through his hair, “I’ll take you out again. Just, somewhere else.”

“I’d like that,” I smiled, stepping into the hallway. He followed me silently until I reached my room, hovering behind me as I grabbed my keycard. The sound of his breath made my hands shake.

“Our rooms are close,” he gestured down the hallway, “I’m 1231.”

“That’s nice,” I managed, watching has hands run over each other. His thumb rubbed deeply into his palm, his skin white from the pressure.

“Did I fuck this up?” he blurted, eyebrows drawn together and bottom lip pulled into his mouth.

I shook my head. “Of course not.”

“I’m trying so hard,” he groaned, the heel of his hand pushed against his forehead, “I feel like everything is going wrong.”

“I…” I began, but took a breath. I reached out, wrapping my arms around him carefully. I pressed my chest to his, rising with his shuddering inhales.

“You don’t know how much I think about you,” he whispered, his fingers still on my back, “I can’t even tell you. I’ll scare you off.” His mouth was whispering against my ear, each word a kiss.

“I think…” my throat was warm against his shoulder, “I think about you more.”

“I dream of you,” a hand found the back of my neck, “I wake up to your face, your lips, your legs, circling in my mind. I get out of bed and you haunt me. I go for a walk and you follow me. Everything smells like your skin, everything tastes like your lips. I can’t escape you.”

I drew a breath to speak, but his thumb on my collarbone trapped my voice in my throat.

“Come to my room, tonight,” he pleaded, pulling back to meet my eyes, “I’m not asking to sleep with you. I just ache without you.”

“Don’t tempt me,” I cupped his face, tracing his bottom lip with my thumb. His eyelids were heavy, a whimper or sigh escaping him at my touch.

“Please,” his eyes were closed, eyebrows taut and begging, “I need you.”

My heart was threatening to crack my ribcage.

“Alright,” my voice was shaking with my pulse, “Just for tonight.”

“Not just tonight,” his fists closed on the fabric at my back, “I need all of you. All the time.” His face was buried deep in my neck.

“I don’t know what to say,” I mumbled, ears rushing with blood.

“Don’t say anything,” his lips were hot on my skin, “You can say no, but-“

“I’m not saying no,”

“You think I’m insane?” he sighed, searching my face again. I watched the line form between his eyebrows as he waited for my response. I couldn’t help but smile at his sincerity.

“You can’t be insane,” my voice soothed the tense muscles of his jaw, “If you’re insane, then I’m… I don’t know.” I laughed, and he giggled, dropping his forehead to mine.

“Delusional, maybe,” he freckled my cheekbones and nose with careful kisses.

“Yeah,” I breathed, lips burning.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asked again, the grit in his voice prickling my spine.

“Yes,” I tilted my chin to beg for his lips, “If you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have you,” he held my jaw, kissing me with deliberate, heavy lips, “I’ll have you.”

//

[quillthrillswriting]

The war has been ended, Ozai has been rendered helpless, and Zuko has reclaimed the Fire Nation with the promise of peace. Everything that Aang has been working towards since the moment Katara freed him from the iceberg has been done. He's saved the world. Now, all that's left is to confess to his forever girl. The two are finally free from all the responsibilities placed upon them by the war and the world- now, loving one another no longer means neglecting their sense of duty.

OR: Aang wakes up the morning after him and his friends saved the entire world, and the first (and only) thing he can think about is Katara. When they get a chance to talk, the two take a walk down memory lane.

---

For a moment, in his still dream-addled mind, Aang wondered what he had done to wake up this way, only to have the memories rush back the moment his fingers lightly grazed the marks. For the first time in technically a century, a looming deadline of responsibility and unfulfillable promises wasn’t hanging over him.

Had it really only been yesterday when he and his friends had saved the world?

---

He remembered seeing that Katara was okay and feeling the relief so intensely that it felt as though it had reached his soul. Holding her for probably a couple seconds too long. Not wanting to let go, out of relief that she hadn’t been hurt.

---

From his place on the floor, bending a sphere of air for Momo to play with, Aang watched his friends bicker over Sokka’s drawing of them and felt so overwhelmed with emotion that he could hardly contain it. He had needed to grow up so quickly in the last year, all of them had. War had pushed them so far- each of them had lost so much, and yet, they could still smile. Could live in the peaceful world they deserved. That Aang would now be able to help create. 

Aang felt tears prick his eyes as he wondered what Gyatso would say if he had seen what Aang had done. If he knew that Aang finally stopped running from destiny. 

---

He turned to look at her, and spirits , she took his breath away. She pulled him in, and he wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in her neck, savouring in the reminder that she was okay , that they were okay , that they would have time now.

---

Guru Pathik was insane, absolutely crazy, for thinking anyone could ever choose cosmic energy over this girl. 

---

When Katara had excused herself early, saying that she had to grab a few things, Aang waited until she left the hall before jumping up from his seat.

“I have to- uh- um- A-Avatar things. To grab, from, from my room? And I should probably- uh- check on Appa. See how the, um, sleeping on the balcony… went?”

“...Mhm.” Toph deadpanned, “Sure, Twinkletoes. Just in case you were wondering, Miss Sugar Queen’s on her way to the gardens right now. You can catch up with her if you take the stairs to your left and make a couple of turns.” She elbowed Aang, hard enough to crack a rib or two. “Go get her, tigerdillo.”

---

“As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right. It wasn’t the time, no matter how much I wanted it to be.” He bit his lip nervously, then reached for her hands, pulling them between the two. The water she had been bending splashed back down into her lap, and after she gave a startled giggle, Aang helped her bend the droplets of water from her skirt. He took her hands in his once more, caressing her skin gently with his fingertips. 

“But… now could be that time. If you wanted it to be.” He breathed the words, looking into her shining, ocean-blue eyes.

♥ the rest of the (completed) fic can be found here!! ->

[elisela]

‘I missed you’ + sterek

west coast swing sterek, wild about you, long distance relationship

—

Somewhere in the air over Colorado, Derek gets cold feet.

It’s insane what he’s doing, actually. It’s just—no reasonable person would buy a last-minute ticket halfway across the US just because they miss the guy they’ve been dating for all of six weeks. Even if he and Stiles talk and text so often that Derek feels like it’s been twice as long, it’s just not … it’s not him. It’s not something he would usually do, and the rush of adrenaline he’d felt buying the ticket and driving to the airport is starting to fade, leaving anxiety and doubt in its place.

He blames Kira. And Jordan, who’d made a considering face and said, “Actually, I think you should go for it,” when Kira suggested he go meet Stiles out west. Lydia had called out her agreement behind him so she’s also on Derek’s list of people to ignore for the rest of his life if this turns out badly; even Allison hasn’t escaped potential blame, because she’s the reason he has a rolled up, ratty poster in his carry-on bag.

This is a mistake. He should just grab a hotel in Anaheim for the night and fly back to St. Paul in the morning. Maybe call Cora and see if she’s still in San Diego, but if she’s not he’d have to explain why he’d asked and he’s not up for that. Another point to the absolute insanity of this decision—he hadn’t even thought to book a hotel before throwing clothes into his bag and leaving.

He needs to never listen to his friends again.

—

A notification pops up on his screen as he’s scrolling through available hotels, then a torrent of them—all the texts from Stiles he didn’t get while he was in the air. Derek hovers his finger over the screen for a few wavering seconds before tapping on it, watching as the screen fills with four hours worth of Stiles’ thoughts, questions, and right at the bottom—

Stiles Stilinski [2:34pm]: Sorry for all the messages I didn’t give you time to respond to

He frowns, swiping away the text from Lydia that drops down in order to respond.

Derek Hale [2:34pm]: I didn’t have service, sorry. Not ignoring these—composing my essay about the validity of pepperoni and pineapple in my head right now, you’ll get the fully edited version later tonight.

Stiles Stilinski [2:35pm]: Heads up that the peer review board is going to be striking that one down as soon as it’s submitted.

Derek grins at his phone and navigates away so he’s not tempted to spend hours talking instead of actually making a decision, then clicks on Lydia’s text so he can put off making said decision for a moment longer.

Then he stares.

Lydia Parrish [2:35pm]: Did you know Jordan’s never been to Disneyland? Unbelievable. No time like the present though, right?

He’d ask if it was a joke, but Lydia had apparently anticipated that and had sent a photo along with the message, Jordan’s outline silhouetted against one of the large airport windows.

Derek Hale [2:37pm]: I didn’t need a babysitter.

Lydia Parrish [2:37pm]: Of course not. I took the liberty of booking you a room at our hotel. The confirmation is in your email. Lydia Parrish [2:38pm]: Coincidentally, it’s the same hotel the team is staying at tomorrow night. Lydia Parrish [2:38pm]: Our flight doesn’t get in until much later tonight, I’ll text you when we land. Lydia Parrish [2:38pm]: Just know we’re doing this because we love you and support you, but also because we knew there was a 90% chance you backed out before the game.

Well—she wasn’t wrong. He sighs, pushes off the wall he’d been leaning against outside the Starbucks, and opens his email as he makes his way outside to where the line of taxis wait.

—

He buys Lydia and Jordan tickets to the game—another thing he’s putting firmly on his questionable decisions list, if only for the teasing that will occur once they realize what he’s brought with him. He goes to Disneyland with them in the morning, takes pictures he’ll share on his Facebook later, and picks up a pair of Yoda ears he thinks Stiles would get a kick out of. Halfway through the day he gets a text—Stiles complaining about an extra mandatory practice, followed by a half-hearted threat to trip and injure himself to get out of said practice. But he really must have to focus because he doesn’t text again until later, just as they’re leaving the park and heading back to the room to get ready for the game.

Stiles Stilinski [3:54pm]: Do you watch my games? Stiles Stilinski [3:54pm]: I should actually be congratulated on my restraint because I’ve been wanting to know if you’ve changed your mind about hockey for weeks but I held back. Stiles Stilinski [3:54pm]: There’s no right answer but there’s definitely a wrong one so you know. Tread lightly. Or lie.

Derek has not really changed his mind about hockey, but it’s not like he’s watching the games for the hockey aspect of it.

Derek Hale [3:55pm]: I watch most of them. Some of them start too late for me though.

And then—inspired, he texts again.

Derek Hale [3:55pm]: Do you want me to watch tonight?

Stiles Stilinski [3:55pm]: Derek Stiles Stilinski [3:55pm]: I kinda always want your attention Stiles Stilinski [3:55pm]: In case you hadn’t noticed

—

Surprisingly, there’s no teasing. It’s the opposite, in fact.

“This,” Lydia says, pointing at where Derek’s unrolling the Marry me, Stiles Stilinski sign, “is romantic. Jordan? I hope you’re taking notes. You could learn a thing or two.”

Jordan grins and rolls his eyes, even as Derek shoots him an apologetic look. “Got it. You want a sign asking you to marry me.”

“Ha, ha,” Lydia says, sinking back into her seat. “I do want some of those fish tacos though, if you needed ideas.”

“You can both go get the tacos,” Derek says, because players are starting to appear at the tunnel for warm-ups and he’d like them both gone. Or there and quiet, but he knows that will never happen.

“Oh no, we’ve got too many people to send videos and second by second reports to,” Lydia says sweetly. “Speaking of—I’m pretty sure that’s him, so—no, Derek, don’t cover your face with the sign, Jesus.”

Derek’s stomach is in knots. It’s too much, it’s not enough; he wants Stiles to come over and give him the same wide smile he’s been used to seeing every day and also wants him to skate by without seeing him at all. His hands feel sweaty as he grips the poster, plastering it to the glass in front of their seats, and he looks down at the concrete floor like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen the moment he sees recognition dawn on Stiles’ face.

“Derek,” Jordan says quietly, warm hand patting Derek’s back, “he’s smiling, man. Look.”

Stiles is less smiling than grinning maniacally, and he all but throws himself at the glass. “Derek!” he yells, and the knot that’s been in Derek’s stomach since Colorado vanishes. “What are you doing here?”

Derek grins back helplessly, and the words come easy in the wake of Stiles’ obvious joy. “I missed you,” he calls back.

Some of the exuberance slips off Stiles’ face, and Derek is suddenly looking at a smile that’s softer, much more private. “I missed you, too,” Stiles says.

—

Stiles Stilinski [1:38am]: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me

Derek Hale [7:35am]: I know

Stiles Stilinski [10:16am]: Nvm I take it back

Derek laughs when he picks his phone up, leaning back when he feels Stiles slide in behind him in line for coffee, a kiss being placed on the back of his neck.

You’re the best thing that’s happened to me too, he writes, and hits send.

[my-own-walker]

Hiiii can I request some kyle angst where him and the reader r dating but she catches him flirting with Zoe or something at a party and she storms off etc etc 🥲🥲🥲

In Love With A Ghost, Please Don’t Come Back

note: so because this request says angst and doesn't clarify otherwise, they're not getting a happy ending...mwahahaha

warnings: angst, cheating/pseudo-cheating, drama, college shit

+++

I still remember the way I smiled on the way home when I met him. I was a kid again, unable to sleep like it was the Christmas Eve. His charm enchanted me. It was as if he had a silver tongue, saying everything I wanted to hear.

‘I just think you’re cool,’ he’d said to me over the phone the day after. ‘Of course I want to see you again.’

I say all of this as if Kyle is a bad person. He’s not. What he is, however, is a flirt by nature. His words have the power to make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world.

I fell fast and hard for the blonde boy with the deepest brown eyes. It almost wasn’t fair how insane he made me feel. Kyle was attractive, sweet, and a giant goofball, so it was natural for any girl to want him. But I had him.

The world turned all around him. He was the sun and I was just a mere planet in his orbit. I don’t know how I ever could have lived without him. As soon as I met him, there was no ‘before him.’ His love was a caress I couldn’t escape, nor did I want to.

At the end of the day, though, Kyle was an idiotic college boy. He couldn’t see five feet in front of him. He lived exclusively in the moment and didn’t understand what he had until it was gone. It was tunnel vision.

Not to say my love for him wasn’t reciprocated. I was so happy with him. He treated me so well. He even lived with me in an apartment on campus. We were happy in our little blissful life together in our place.

Parties were another story, though. He was so easily distracted by everything around him. I’d stand in the corner, wordlessly watching, waiting by the window, feeling empty. I didn’t fit in at his frat functions. Not for lack of trying, mind you. It was almost like he was embarrassed to be seen with me.

Every attempt I made to join in was unsuccessful due to his flippant attitude towards me. His frat brothers changed him, made him someone in public that he wasn’t in private.

+

It was ‘Thirsty Thursday,’ as (insert frat here) called it. Kyle invited me to come along, god knows why. They hosted this party on one Thursday every month. It was just another lame excuse to drink too much and act stupid, as was any other function.

We arrived and once again, Kyle was immediately pulled away from my side, leaving me standing by the stairway alone. I only had eyes for him, watching as his frat brother Joey weaved him through the swell of people in the main room. God, I probably looked so pathetic.

I detached myself from my feelings of abandonment and pushed my way through the crowd to the backyard. There, more drunken 20-somethings were falling over themselves to get to the drinks at the pseudo-bar. It was really just a fold-up table with a smattering of large glass bottles containing hard liquor with a few feeble attempts at ‘chasers.’

When the swell near the table cleared up a bit, I snatched the nearest bottle of cheap liquor and poured a cup. It was bitter and disgusting, but as the warmth of it spread through my middle, I was pleased at the job it did. I needed to loosen up, after all.

The party had increased substantially in size when I got back inside. I stood awkwardly in the kitchen, waiting to see a passing glimpse of my boyfriend again. He was altogether there and not. It was grating on my psyche. I moved further into the house.

Eventually, my eyes fell upon a scene I had never seen at one of these parties before. Kyle, being still for a moment, not surrounded by frat guys. I rushed, as quickly as one can in a large crowd like that, toward him, but as I got closer, the circumstance became clearer to me.

In front of Kyle was a beautiful, doe-eyed brunette with long straight hair and full lips. Her black dress hugged her form just right. She giggled lightly as she spoke to him, taking a strand of hair in her fingers and twirling it. He looked down at her with a huge smile on his face, the corners of his eyes wrinkling in further emphasis of his joy. My stomach churned in the most awful way. That drink I had was about to come back up.

I stopped dead in my tracks to watch, building my case before taking up the issue with him. I didn’t want to storm in on an innocent conversation acting like a crazy bitch.

The two conversed for a bit. At one point, she even went to leave him, but he grabbed her by her arm to keep her there. The giggling and smiling continued. I tried to calm the quiet ball of rage that was forming in the pit of my stomach. My heart dropped when he leant down to whisper something in her ear. That’s when I decided to descend upon them.

‘Hey girl, is he bothering you?’ I asked the stranger. Kyle’s head snapped in my direction, a look of dread coming across his big dumb face.

‘Oh, uh, ahaha, no I’m okay!’ she stuttered. ‘Kyle was just-‘

‘Huh, we’re on a first name basis already?’ I snarked, looking Kyle dead in the eyes. ‘I’m sorry, what’s your name?’

‘I’m Zoe,’ she replied, demeanor changing. This poor girl.

‘I’m Y/N and I’m sorry, but this idiot wasted your time tonight, Zoe,’ I apologized. ‘He is unfortunately dating me, but maybe not for long.’

‘Oh god, Y/N, I’m sorry, I had no idea…’ she gasped. I turned my attention back to my boyfriend.

‘Kyle, care to chat? Outside?’ I spat. He simply nodded and followed like a puppy with its tail between its legs through the house and out the front door. The front yard was always less crowded. In this case, only two other people sat smoking on the stoop.

I marched a decent bit away from the house before rounding on Kyle.

‘Really, Kyle? What the fuck was that?’ I shouted.

‘Y/N, it wasn’t like that,’ he whined.

‘Like what? I fucking saw the way she was looking at you. The way you were looking at her. What do you take me for? You fucking asshole!’ I cried.

‘Listen, I’m not interested in that girl Zoe. Never was. I was just talking to her,’ he defended himself.

‘Oh yeah? Talking to her? The thing you’re too busy to do with me at parties? You’re so repulsed by acting like I’m your girlfriend in any way when we’re at things like this,’ I continued. ‘You don’t even LOOK at me when we’re at parties, let alone pause to have a conversation.’

‘There was nothing behind that, I promise. I trust you and know you’ll have fun without me, so I go have my own fun,’ he replied.

‘You think I have fun? I stand there alone and wait for you to tell me it’s time to leave. You call that fun?’ I scoffed.

‘I didn’t know that,’ he muttered.

‘Because that’s how fucking blind you are,’ I yelled. ‘You can’t even see how much I SUFFER. You only care about yourself.’

‘That is so untrue, Y/N, you know that.’

‘What I know right now, is that I feel like I’m in love with a ghost. Someone who only appears when it’s convenient for them to love me back. You did this to yourself,’ I spat.

He stood there staring at me with wide eyes, shaking his head. I had never blown up on him like this before.

‘Please, I implore you, don’t come home tonight. I don’t want to see you,’ I sobbed. I turned on my heel and began walking in the direction of our shared apartment, tears streaming down my face.

‘Y/N! Please! Don’t be stupid,’ he called after me.

I spun around. ‘I’m not the stupid one here, Kyle. Don’t come back.’ I walked off without looking back again, ignoring all of his pleas for me to stop.

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Ahhhh back to the writing grind. Missed it. Thanks for this request! Send more in. I’ve got a lot of time this week.

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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Lexi-Flavored Denial [11]

"Y/n-- take that ridiculous fucking mask off right now!"

I pinch my lips together in an attempt to hide the giggle that gets caught in my throat.

Ash and I have just gotten back into my hotel room after splitting up with the guys for the night. We took a taxi here and Ash shoved me into an elevator, ripped my door open, and is now staring at me with the cutest little angry expression I've ever seen on her face.

"Can't I go shower first or something?" I ask, purposefully trying to rile her up a bit more. I just can't help it, especially when she's trying to force anger that just isn't there.

Ash's eyes narrow as she kicks off her shoes by the door. "No. Take it off now." Her manicured hand lifts and she points an accusatory finger at me. "Miss 'I-won't-show-you-my-face-for-six-years.' I literally have not seen you since you were in high school, and that was only a singular photo!"

I snort. "Be happy with that one picture. You can wait a bit longer."

Ash groans, tilting her head up to the ceiling. She even lightly stomps her foot on the ground then grabs at the air. "I absolutely cannot wait any longer! I need to see the face I kissed. It's driving me insane. I just know you're hot." Her screeches are wild and crazed at this point, so maybe it's time I put her out of her misery.

With a little giggle that I can't quite keep in, I put my hands on the cheeks of my mask and push it up my face, then ease the band that held it to my head out of my hair.

I look up at Ash, a spear of anxiety rushing through me. It's not like it matters-- this is my best friend-- but it still feels a bit scary. I'm not all that pretty and what if she expected someone better looking? I don't even come close to comparing to The Faces.

Ash doesn't have a physical reaction-- she just stares, mouth gaping a bit. Her eyes flit over every little inch of me. It makes my anxiety even worse to the point that I'm twiddling my thumbs and looking at anything but her... and my feet seem extremely entertaining right now.

I've never ever been confident in myself and that's something Ash knows well. Watching her watch me but not say a word makes me feel like she doesn't think I look very good. Which, honestly, I'd rather her tell me the truth instead of lie. So maybe her reaction is better-- Ash would never lie to me.

I peek at Ash through my lashes, watching her smack her lips together, lick them, then gape at me again. Well fuck. It must be bad.

So I grimace and tilt my head down again. I'm about to just go take a shower and call it a night. Try to ignore the embarrassment barreling through me in a never-ending wave of remorseless shame.

"Y/n," Ash says, and I pick my head up again. She's still blankly staring at me. "I have made out with so many women in my life, just so you know. But I have to say that you are, by far, the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of kissing. Wow. I want to brag about you."

I gulp, heat enveloping my cheeks immediately. I'm relieved, even a bit shy as Ash's eyes start to go wide and she blinks at me, eyes going in so many directions as she looks over me some more.

Truth be told, I'm seconds away from either breaking down over her words or cackling at her manic eyes.

"Holy-- wow." Ash squeals, taking quick steps toward me and grabbing my warm cheeks in her hands. "And your little blush just makes you so much prettier. Do you even exist?" Her eyebrows scrunch together, accentuating her wide, bright eyes. "Bellissima, principessa!"

She puts her face right up to mine and my heart skips a beat as our noses brush together. Her wide, crazed, beautiful eyes clash with my own wide ones. Her warm coconut scent fills my senses and I have to blink through the strong, hypnotizing smell.

"Dude," she murmurs. "I'm going to kiss you again. That cool?"

I blink at her, my breath catching in my throat and my hands growing clammy. "Are you sure?" I choke out, chewing on my bottom lip. "I mean I don't really mind," my mouth continues blabbing even though I'm completely okay with another kiss-- I'm just nervous. Maybe Ash thinks I'm the most beautiful woman she's ever kissed, but she's the only woman I've ever kissed. Not to mention, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Period.

Ash doesn't say a word, just brings her mouth to mine, the remnants of her strawberry lipgloss melding our lips together. I'm filled with deja vu, the memory of our kiss from earlier tonight bouncing around my head. Fuck, now I'm going to associate strawberry lipgloss with girl kisses and Vegas. I'm going to get sad every damn time.

Ash pulls away as quickly as she began our kiss, her eyes shining ecstatically. I stare at her, still mentally stuck with her lips on mine.

Then, she screams.

"Fuck, you are so amazing! You're my best friend for a fucking reason. Holy hell, I got so lucky, you beautiful little bitch!" My eyes go wide as she continues to loudly ramble on and curse about how great this moment is, nuzzling her forehead against mine the entire time.

I'm still in shock as she lets me go and skips off to the bathroom, muttering something about taking a shower. I simply nod, unable to comprehend much.

Does she really think I'm that pretty? How is that even possible?

Either way, I feel like a little school girl as I grab one of the shirts I packed and slide it under the door for Ash to change into. My heart's racing, my lips are a bit sticky from lipgloss (I don't dare wipe it off, by the way), my body is on fire and frozen all at the same time. Because someone thinks I'm so pretty that they just had to kiss me again. I feel... I feel happier than I've been in years. I didn't think anything could top reuniting with my old friends, but this really comes close.

I bite into my cheek, trying to contain the smile growing on my face, but then I have no reason to hide it in the first place. So I let a powerful grin envelop my lips as I skip over to my bed and pull my phone out of my pocket.

I text my boss about having the flu then call dad and give him an update on my plans. He's excited for me, basically fangirling over the phone with me.

But Ash walks out of the bathroom as I'm talking to dad.

Her flushed, makeup-free face is set in a confused expression as she notes my phone held up to my ear. Her hair is twisted into a towel that sits on top of her head and she's in the shirt I gave her with just underwear. No shame whatsoever-- all beauty, legs, and a little bit of really nice ass.

I smile at her, waving her over to my side of the bed. "Hey dad," I say into my phone, cutting my poor father off as he's talking about how I need to go to the Venetian tomorrow. "Ash is here. Want to say hey?"

Before dad can even answer me, Ash is ripping my phone out of my hands and slapping it against her face, her lips parted in a huge grin that falls into her voice as she squeals. She wiggles around on the bed as she tells dad hello, giggling and cradling the device against her like it's a lifeline.

So I shower in the meantime, only to walk out and find Ash tucked under the comforter of my bed. She's sleeping with her mouth open and her leg taking up the entire mattress, but that's okay. I push her leg over, put a finger under her chin to close her mouth, then tuck myself in beside her.

And when Ash and I both wake up the next morning, I think it's the best sleep I've ever gotten in my life. Yea, even though Ash had every single one of her limbs on me throughout the night, it truly was the best sleep.

"Y/n!" Ash squeaks in the morning, waking me with an immediate start. She's prancing around my room like a deer, still no pants on just like last night. But this time, with the curtains to the window wide open.

Even through my groggy, disoriented mind, I can see the little problem.

I jump from the warmth and comfort of Ash and I's shared bed and throw the curtains closed with one single leap across the room. No, I don't think gamer and online personality Ash Campbell needs a scandal. Not in Vegas, at least.

With a huff, I throw my head over my shoulder to glare at Ash who looks... too happy for me to be angry about anything regarding her at all. So I smile instead as she yanks her shirt off and throws last night's dress on instead.

It's quick, like this is something she's practiced-- which, I wouldn't be surprised if that was true-- and then she's urging me to get dressed.

"We have to take a taxi all the way to Caesar's Palace, ma'am," Ash tells me a few moments later, as I'm staring into the hotel mirror and brushing my teeth despite wanting to sleep a bit longer. It's so hard to even open my eyes again after blinking.

"Thaethar'th Palathe?" I try to say around the toothpaste frothing in every corner of my mouth. But the point is that my interest is piqued and my eyebrows are touching my hairline.

Ash giggles at me. She's sat criss-cross in front of another mirror in the room while she carefully and expertly applies winged eyeliner to her eyes. Like paint to an already perfect canvas of colors. "Yes, Caesar's Palace," she says matter-of-factly. "The guys are fucking obsessed with The Hangover and insisted that we get a suite there. They wouldn't have it any other way."

Her mouth falls open a bit, face going slack as she switches over to applying mascara to her lashes now.

I nod understandingly. The guys have good taste in movies. I've wanted to see Caesar's Palace just because of The Hangover too. But something about the situation tickles my brain so I turn back to Ash with furrowed brows and my toothbrush hanging from the corner of my mouth, watching as she starts lining her full lips with what looks like a dark red pencil.

And then it hits me.

"Ash," I ask slowly, hesitantly. "Where the hell did you get makeup?"

She glances at me through the mirror and shrugs. "I brought the eyeliner and mascara in my little purse, but I bought the liner and lipstick downstairs when you wouldn't wake up earlier." She smudges the liner with her little finger, frowning momentarily before filling in the spot again. "Turns out the shitty little convenience store in the lobby isn't too shitty. I even scored a pack of tampons."

Can't argue with that.

Ash continues to work on her makeup while I get dressed. I choose to put on one of my last outfits-- which was supposed to be my flying outfit-- and call it an L for myself. It's fine. Sure, I'm in my comfort sweatpants: a black pair of Twenty One Pilots Clique merch, in fact, that I've had since I was 15 (they're falling apart but I don't fucking care). And to go wonderfully with it is a plain, black Deftones shirt. I'll be comfy for the rest of my time in Las Vegas.

I try not to let my anxiety seep in as I stress over my appearance. I'm going to be the odd one out in a group-- a very LARGE group-- of city-goers who will be decked out to the nines.

Not to mention, I'll have to attend the Dark Autumn Complex concert like this tonight.

I sigh at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, tongue in cheek as I try to stuff down all of my insecurities. Seeing Sally and that woman fawning over each other last night did nothing to help me. And again, it's all about my lack of self-confidence. I'm not jealous of anyone-- only jealous that I'm unable to do anything without stopping myself because I don't feel like I'm good enough.

It's going to suck staying here two more days with just clothes from the past day.

But like the godsend Ash is, she pipes up from her makeup. "Oh, and we're gonna stop somewhere and get you some clothes. I know you probably need some," she says cheerily. But then she's not so much of a godsend, and more of something that makes my heart skip a beat because no. Just no. "I'll pay for anything you want, so pick out whatever!"

"Ash--" I start to shoot down that offer, but she shuts me up with an icy look instead.

"I won't take no for an answer. Consider this a..." she ponders, pursing her lips and glaring at the ceiling before she looks back to me with a sly grin. "A reconciliation gift."

I still don't like this and she can see it on my face. I know she can because she starts trying to appease me.

Ash puts her tube of blood red lipstick down and frowns at me. "Look," she says softly. "If it bothers you that much, we can stop and get you some clothes from someone working at a restaurant for all I care. We'll sneak into the back and peel the fabric right off their bodies if it makes you feel better. I just don't want you to feel like you don't have options. Plus, I'm seriously dying to style you."

That makes me giggle a bit, but that can't happen so I'm still nervous about it. I'm stubborn, I know.

"How about we go halfsies on the price?" I ask sheepishly. I know Ash is trying to be nice, but it... I don't know. I just don't like burdening others.

She rolls her eyes with a scoff to follow, but nods her head regardless. And that makes me smile because thank God. I don't know if I'd be able to recover if she paid for all of my stuff for me.

My last little touch is to put on my mask while Ash adds some finishing touches to her makeup, then I'm tying the shoelaces of my Vans and walking around the hotel room to make sure I haven't forgotten to pack anything.

Ash and I are in the clear moments later, so we check out of my room, stop by a Marshall's on our way down the Las Vegas strip (much to Ash's chagrin as we pass up a Gucci store which, again, no. Absolutely not). I grab some clothes, all of which are just two skirts since jeans are way too expensive nowadays, fishnets, and two shirts. Thankfully, humanity is starting to finally notice how amazing the rock genre is because this store is just dripping with band merch. I manage to snag a Guns 'n Roses shirt and a Nirvana shirt. One is white and the other is grey, but that works fine with me. I can make do.

Then Ash and I are hobbling into Caesar's Palace with tons of Marshall's bags and my suitcases in hand.

But the weight doesn't affect me for long.

When we're finally fully inside the hotel, the ceiling seems to stretch on for forever. It's all eggshell white, tall glass windows, intricate and golden chandeliers, and so many Greek statues.

I feel like I can't breathe as I look up at the giant feminine statues that are almost two stories tall. Such beautiful representations of femininity and womanly beauty taking over every single sense I have. And that's not counting the dome, glass ceiling surrounded by painted art on every other part of the roof. If it's not painted, it's carved. And then the spiral staircases and instrumentals filling the air around me... I've ever been around so much grandeur in all my life.

I wish I could see this for the first time again.

"Holy hell," I murmur as Ash takes in the beauty beside me.

"I know," she says breathlessly. "I've taken my time to walk through every bit of this hotel that I can get too, but it never gets any less beautiful. Crazy, right?"

"Beyond crazy," I reply. "I don't even need to go to Greece anymore. I think I've seen it all."

Ash laughs lightly, her head tilted back to stare at the gorgeous architecture before she sighs happily and juts her head toward the spiral staircases-- fuck yea-- and says, "We've gotta take those, honey. Then we'll head over to the elevators."

I eye her carefully. "Do we really have to take the stairs?"

She grins sheepishly. "No," she admits. "but I know you want to walk up them anyway."

I try to contain the rising bubble of excitement and appreciation in my belly, but it doesn't take much to have me bursting in moments. "Damn right I do," I finally say, skipping over to the stairs as Ash jogs over behind me.

Just before we start heading upstairs, someone calls Ash's name. Her smile goes from 100 kilowatts to 1,000 kilowatts in just a millisecond as she turns to a group of girls who are grinning ear-to-ear.

"That's my name!" My friend says cheerily, a little high-pitched squeal following as she rushes over to what I can tell are young fans. She hugs each of them then takes photos before politely dismissing them with some kind of excuse I don't quite hear. I assume it has something to do with the tons of people suddenly invested in the fact that strangers are taking pictures with another stranger. Any more time to think about it and they'll realize it's someone famous, so Ash takes the liberty of practically shoving me up the stairs before a herd can jump us.

So maybe I'm not able to look at the lobby too much with Ash rushing me away, but I'll have plenty of time later.

Ash and I scurry off to the elevators and pile in with at least five other people. It's a squished ride to the very top of the hotel, but we make it without anyone realizing that Ash is a popular streamer.

Thankfully.

Ash and I step out of the elevator on the top floor and she lets out a breath that she must have been holding in for a while.

"I love my fans," she suddenly says, looking over at me nervously. "I mean, really, I absolutely love seeing their smiles and I appreciate them so much. But in a place like this... I'd get completely swamped. And I don't think that's very safe or healthy." She worries a bit more, concern and guilt dancing in her jade eyes. "Is it bad of me to.. to feel that way?"

My stoic expression deflates a bit as I take a step closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. "Oh, Ash," I say softly. "No, that's not bad of you at all. It's your right as a human to have personal space and privacy. And your fans should understand that. Don't worry." I offer her a little smile even as I stress over the situation. If I ever end up with even half as many fans as Ash, I'll be panicking over this too, specifically because it's hard to take my own advice even though I know I should.

Life just sucks like that, I suppose.

But there are always upsides and we all have to remember that.

Ash smiles back at me and places her hand on top of mine, squeezing it just like I did her shoulder. Then, she takes a very dramatic and audible breath before walking a couple more doors down.

Three doors down, to be exact. And as Todd would say, laughing my ass off.

And she throws said door open, showing off all three boys who had way too much fun in the suite on their own.

Larry is on perched on the edge of a white couch with an Xbox controller in his hands, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration and wide eyes glancing every which way at the TV screen across the room from him.

He's dressed in a ridiculous black tank top. I say ridiculous because he's toned as shit and I can feel metaphorical drool drip down my chin from just looking at every muscle hiding beneath his smooth, tan, tatted skin. Other than that though, he's in slutty grey sweatpants and black socks with little cats dressed as Abraham Lincoln on them.

I peel my gaze away from him with a shake of my head and look at Sal instead-- who is practically the exact opposite of his friend.

Where Larry is tense and alert, Sal is relaxed and kicked back, leaned on the couch with his legs haphazardly spread apart. Xbox controller in his hand, focused but lax look in his eyes, and the bottom of his prosthetic unlatched.

I'm curious about that at first, but then a puff of smoke falls from under his prosthetic and my questions are answered. But to follow those answered questions is a throbbing deep in my soul. Why is he always so damn hot?

He's wearing black Playboy Bunny sweats and a black Atreyu hoodie to go with it. Then a pair of red socks with the same photo of an orange cat in several spots on them. It's a real cat, that's for sure. I just wonder who's cat he has on his feet.

But his outfit shows every bit of him and nothing at the same time, which leaves me incredibly frustrated. He's gorgeous even in comfy clothes-- pale skin on display, blue eyes shining in the sunlight. And do I have to talk about the tattoo peeking out of the collar of his hoodie?

A muffled laugh falls from Sally's lips as Larry groans, effectively pulling me out of my little trance.

Sal tosses his controller to the side before he lifts a hand under his prosthetic. When his hand reappears a moment later, a cigarette is perched between his middle and index fingers just as he swerves his head to the side, a grin in his eyes while Larry throws his controller onto Sally's lap.

Larry has a sour expression on his face. "Really, man?" he grumbles. "Mortal Combat is so not fun when you just button smash and hope for the best. You need some technique."

Sally lifts his hands in lazy what-do-you-want-from-me fashion before chuckling some more. "Button smashing is working perfectly for me. You're just pissed that I'm winning and you're not," his uncharacteristically happy, but very characteristically smug, raspy voice fills me with so much energy that I feel like I could somehow brave the crowded bottom floors of Caesar's Palace for a moment.

But then I think better of that spontaneous assumption.

Ash walks further into the room now that Sally and Larry's game is finished. She throws the two boys a little exasperated look before heading for Todd who's sitting at a dining table with his phone in his hands and a laptop in front of him.

That leaves me with four plastic Marshall's bags, a suitcase, and a my airplane carry-on bag. Which, by the way, are going to take me a few trips to get into Ash's room.

Well, it would take me that long, but I'm a strong and brave woman and I refuse to make more trips than I have to.

So I drop the bags in my hands, throw my hair into a ponytail in true Rambo fashion, then pile the Marshall's bags onto one arm, my carry-on onto the other, and then start dragging my suitcase behind me.

I march my way past Sally and Larry with my chin held high and my brain on overdrive as I think about how dumb I must look hauling all this into the suite by myself.

But, apparently, I must not look that dumb because a loud cat-calling whistle echoes around me followed by Larry's wild exclamation of, "Go, Vi! You look damn good in sweats."

I throw my head over my shoulder and grin at him-- a grin that he returns with a bright one of his own. But then I look past him and at Sally who watches me with calculating, wary, agitated eyes.

Maybe he just won a match in Mortal Combat, but I think I just won a point in our little unspoken game. I caught him off guard.

"Ash, where's your room?" I grunt out once I stop next to her.

She looks at me, surprised as she notices all the bags in my hands. "Oh, Vi," she says softly. "Don't worry about those, I'll grab them in a minute. Get Lar to take you on a tour of the suite though! We have a balcony." She wiggles her eyebrows then tacks on a few more words as she looks past me and her happy expression turns to the glare. "A balcony that Sal should be smoking on instead of on the white fucking couch."

I can just feel Sally rolling his eyes.

His problem, not mine.

So I drop my bags, choosing to listen to Ash once the weight becomes a bit uncomfortable, and I turn my back to her and Todd, walking a little closer to Larry and Sal. I don't get too close though-- not with Sally's unpredictable temper.

Larry stands up and meets me halfway to the couch, wrapping me up in a huge hug that sweeps me off my feet. He swings me around and I giggle wildly, a smile forming on my face even though I try to will it away. But then he sets me back on my feet and takes a step a way.

"Twirl for me," Larry says, eyes narrowing slyly.

My brows furrow as I tilt my head a bit. "I don't even have a skirt," I tell him warily.

"But you have a fantastic figure." He shrugs like it's common knowledge. "Just twirl for me."

I watch him, debating in my mind. I could twirl— I mean, it's just me spinning. That's all it is. No big deal. But, again with the anxiety, I absolutely cannot get myself to do that.

So I blink and follow up the action with a bland, "No."

Larry pouts at me, but doesn't take that as an answer. He simply walks closer to me, grabs my hand, and spins me around slowly. He nods appreciatively and I suddenly feel like some kind of doll on display. A mannequin, maybe.

"Mhm, mhm," he says contemplatively once the spin is over with and I've taken a quick and shy step away. I put my head down and pull at the end of my shirt, hoping this situation is over with soon. Larry is too hot and I'm way too damn not. "I can't believe you're walking out here with that thang thangin' like that," he adds.

My head snaps up to Larry and my jaw just about drops. Did I really hear that right?

"Motherfucker," comes Sal's exasperated voice. I turn my head over my shoulder, noting the smoke billowing around his face, and then his narrowed eyes that are zoned in on Larry. Then, he tilts his head back and groans.

When Sally sits up again, he gestures a hand over at Ash and Todd and nearly yells his next words. "This asshole is fucking twitterpated!"

The word 'twitterpated' leaving Sally Face's mouth makes me almost double over with laughter. Honestly, this entire situation is bound to put me on my knees at some point.

I look over at Larry again as a giggle slips past my lips.

But Larry isn't amused, at least, he isn't showing it. A frown is marring his features and his brows are set in an angry glare that's centered on Sally. "Hey!" He all but bellows, making me flinch. Damn, he's got a powerful voice. "You fucking leave Bambi out of this!"

What in the shit is going on?

I watch as Sal and Larry throw out random Disney inspired threats and insults at each other back and forth, all the way up until Todd and Ash start to lift their heads and glance this way. And meanwhile, I'm caught in the splash zone simply because Larry just needed me to twirl and Sally couldn't help but call him twitterpated because of it.

At this point, I'm glaring into the back of Ash's head and praying she assesses this situation or breaks it up or... fuck, just that she does something. I can't do anything. I don't have the balls to step in nor do I want to.

But as I wait some more and the situation between Larry and Sally grows a lot louder, I wonder if maybe something else has spurred this argument. Maybe it's not as shallow as it was made to be.

Because Larry is in Sally's face, towering over him with harsh words and a mean expression to go with it. And Sally matches him head on with crossed arms and a glare in his pretty blue eyes, waiting for the taller man to finish talking about how Mulan could've squared Sal's ass up easily.

I absolutely agree, but that's not the point.

Is there something going on between them? Why else would they argue so horrendously? Fuck, have they always been this way? Because this isn't what I've seen online. In fact, I've never seen them act this way. Ever.

My breath catches in my throat as I glance between Larry and Sally, wondering what on earth has them so on edge. I feel... I'm scared. No one's stepping in to split them up and if fists start flying or their friendship ends, I'm going to feel guilty. Not that I am guilty, but hell. Everyone's standing around and watching like this is normal. And I'm definitely not a fan of aggressive arguing. I watched Mom and Dad do that enough to last me a lifetime.

I watch as Sal takes a quick step forward, his chest bumping into Larry's stomach (since Larry is a giant). It was supposed to be intimidating, but he looks like a little kitten beneath Larry. I almost giggle, but then the smaller man speaks.

It's aggressive, it's frustrated, and it's rushed. "Tiana wants her fucking hands back," he screams, voice deeper than I've ever heard it.

"What hands!?" Larry claps back, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. He looks appalled. "She's a fucking frog!"

"Exactly!" Sally exclaims, hands thrown up in exasperation.

And it makes no sense. I don't know what the guy was going for and I don't think Larry knows either. Truth be told, I think they're both a little shocked at the ridiculousness of that last, indecipherable Disney comeback.

"You know, her friend was pretty hot. The blonde one. Lottie," Larry murmurs softly after a moment, his face blank.

Seriously. What the fuck is going on between these two?

Sally's eyes light up as a muffled chuckle comes from his direction— his unmistakable, heart stuttering chuckle. "I know right?" He replies.

I'm stunned, lips parted and eyes wide as I watch both men launch into a discussion on why Lottie was the ultimate girlfriend, but how Tiana tops her all the way when it comes to taking charge, relationship equality, and moral support.

Should I even question anything at this point?

"Vi," I turn to Larry upon hearing my name and a spark of aggravation electrifies my body when Sally groans at the mention of me. "Lottie or Tiana?"

"Uh," I start, glancing between the two men. Do I have to watch what I say? I don't feel like getting dragged into an argument nor do I feel like taking my anger out in Sally. I'm just not in the mood... unless he gets me in the mood. That's different. "Can't I have both? Lottie and Tiana both have fantastic qualities."

"He asked for one or the other, not both." Sally replies, voice monotonous.

"You didn't specify that, so I asked," I snap, taking a breath to try and quell the brewing frustration in my bones. Why does he have to attach his dumb input on everything I say?

"Oh," Sally laughs humorlessly and tilts his head at me. "I get it now. So you're just an idiot then."

I swallow down the urge to gouge his eyes out for a moment, trying to get a grip on reality and the fact that gouging out his eyes would get me arrested. But the longer I look at his smug blue irises, the harder it is to resist temptation.

And then hands land on my shoulders from behind.

"I'm coming save the day since Todd and I have figured out our next two days," she says with a little breath. "Now leave my girl alone, will you?" she calls to the two men in front of us. "Why can't she be everyone's girl?" Larry huffs, crossing his arms with a little pout on his lips.

Ash doesn't bother answering him, simply rolls her eyes and turns to me. "Are you hungry?" she asks, walking toward the little kitchenette in the suite. "We probably have some leftovers, snacks..." she trails off as she opens a mini fridge. "And we definitely have alcohol," she murmurs next. I can't help but giggle a bit at that.

"Um," I start, closing in on myself when a gust of never-ending air hits me dead in the face. That's some powerful air-conditioning but it's way to cold in this room for all that. "I don't want to eat anyone's leftovers. I'll just get something when we go out later."

"We don't care," Todd says from the dining table, so I turn to him while rubbing my arms. "Honestly. None of us are going to eat the rest, so take what you want."

"Are you sure--" I start to say, but then Sally cuts me off.

"Don't eat my shit," he yells from the sofa, watching me with narrowed eyes.

I purse my lips and hold back a really vile retort. "If y'all are housing macaroni and chicken strips, I don't care who it belongs to," I reply. "I'll eat it anyway." I add quietly, sucking in a breath as I walk toward Ash as the cool air starts to become unbearable.

I lean down next to Ash to look into the refrigerator when Sally's running up beside us and shoving me back. "What kind of freaky fuckery are you up to?" he scoffs, grabbing a to-go plate of... oh crap. "I said to leave my food alone, you damn hog," he all but sneers before kicking the fridge door closed behind him.

Okay, so it was freaky. I somehow managed to correctly predict his leftovers of macaroni and chicken strips... but how the fuck was I supposed to know that he was a fan of my favorite meal too?  "I'm not a hog, you mannerless mongrel," I snarl back, directing my glare at the asshat just as he sticks his leftovers into the microwave. 

Sally punches in his time, then slowly turns his head to look at me. The meticulous way he moves his head makes me feel starstruck for a moment. His cerulean hair billowing in the strong air circulating in the room, his pretty fingers wrapped around a brand new can of Dr. Pepper that he grabbed with his food, and his neck tattoo on full, beautiful display.

He practically glows in any light, but when he's stuck up and far too confident, he glows most. He's also hella infuriating.

"You're the hoggiest hog I've ever seen," he says, like that's something he spits out every damn day. "And I'm absolutely a mannerless mongrel, but women dig that so I don't see the problem." A ridiculous sound of disapproval leaves my throat as I glare at him. But Sally doesn't say a word or acknowledge me anymore. He just grabs his food, tips his can of Dr. Pepper towards me, then walks back to the sofa and proceeds to light another cigarette. It's hot. But I'll never admit that. I'll ignore it for now. I'll let it go until I have the right moment to let out all my frustrations. Then he'll realize I am not to be fucked with--

--or he'll just fuck with me more. With a sigh that's meant to try and calm me a bit, I bend down and reopen the refrigerator. I grab a plate of what looks like lemon pesto pasta and start piling it onto a plate to heat it up. "I'm eating someone's pasta," I announce, "Take it from me now or forever hold your peace."

"That's mine," Todd says. He raises a hand, never looking up from his laptop screen. "Please eat it. It'll just rot otherwise."

I hold up the plate in a bit of a salute before putting into the microwave. "Sounds good to me. I love leftovers." But then my arms grow cold again. My small argument with Sal heated me up for a moment, but it's over now and I'm freezing again.

"Ash," I murmur, leaning toward my friend. "Can I borrow a hoodie or something? It might as well be snowing in here. I know you're all hot, but I thought that stopped at looks."

Ash scrunches her brows together at my last comment, but I just grin, waiting for her to get it. And she does-- shows that she understands by pinching my cheeks and smiling widely. I giggle with her before she breaks away. "Yea, there's a hoodie around here somewhere, Vi," she says, walking toward Todd who holds up a black hoodie. "And that was the best pickup line I've ever heard. Where'd you get that one from?"

"My brain," I tell her with a shrug before pulling my food out of the microwave.

I look up just in time for Ash to chuck the hoodie toward me. I catch it, folding it over my arm for a second as I place my food on the cabinet.

I spread the hoodie out and look at the front of it. It's a Breaking Benjamin hoodie. One from their Phobia album. It takes everything in me to not start bouncing around with joy.

I don't ask any questions, I just happily put it on and try not to squeal when it fits me perfectly. Fuck, I might ask if I can take this home with me.

For most of the day, I lounge around in Ash and I's shared room. She and I get dressed and she does my make up (after locking the door to stop anyone from walking in and discovering me, of course). 

At about 4:30 in the afternoon, the group of us are getting ready to head out to the concert and I can practically feel my soul shaking. 

I'm in the most basic of outfits when I walk out of Ash's room to meet up with Larry, Sally, and Todd-- that grey Nirvana shirt, a black skirt, and fishnets underneath. But it works. I still have the hoodie on though. I might as well keep it on for the night.

I wait by the door as everyone gathers their things. They all look equally as lavish and delectable tonight, as always. But Sally glances to me when he walks out of his room, then looks away. He's looking nice too-- not that I'm surprised. Black jeans and a white Ice Nine Kills shirt.

His gaze cuts to me quickly, eyes narrowed as he looks over me from head to toe. My fawning gets cut off by the wild look in his blue eyes and I hold my breath while red flags start floating around in my brain.

"Where the fuck," he growls out, shaking his head disbelievingly. "did you get my hoodie?" he finishes, voice high pitched and and full of anger.

My blood runs cold. This jacket will never be warm enough to melt the ice that forms in my veins once I realize what he's just said.

No wonder it fit so perfectly-- Sally is the only one that's anywhere close to my size in this room. What the fuck was I thinking? Why didn't I realize sooner? I--

I dip my head down and sniff the collar. Oh, hell. It even smells like him. And I enjoyed every stupid second. Within just a millisecond of finally realizing the severity of this situation, I damn near rip the article of clothing off my body and fast-ball it at Sally who catches it out of instinct, but then immediately drops it like it's burning hot. 

"It touched you!" he screams, looking up at me with wide eyes. "I don't want to fucking touch it!"

"Oh my-- Sally," I ground out from behind clenched teeth. "I don't have cooties. I don't have the fucking plague. Just take your hoodie back before I shove it down your damn throat."

His eyes narrow, animosity swimming in his bright irises. I automatically roll my own eyes. It's like his negative emotions can't take a fucking break.

"You're going to find out how much I'll be able to shove down your throat if you keep this shit up," he snarks. "How did you even get my damn hoodie?"

"It's not even my fault," I laugh bitterly, stretching my arms out in a come-at-me-bitch motion. "If you'd take a second and let me explain, you'd know that. But no, you're a damn wall and don't give a fuck about anyone other than yourself."

I hear him huff out a breath, and then he switches his stance-- goes straight into defense mode. "Oh, yea, bitch? Just who--"

"Can you two cut it out for, like, five seconds?" Ash asks as she walks out of our shared room, a sigh slipping past her glossy lips. 

She's dressed in black ripped jeans and a Dark Autumn Complex merch shirt. She looks so dark and sweet-- such a contrast compared to her usual self.

I mentally count to five in my mind, and the fact that Sal and I have both gone quiet seems to sate Ash. She huffs then plasters a smile on her face.

"Alright, I think it's time to go now--"

But I've reached five and I whip my head to Sal. Shockingly, he does the same.

He and I both start throwing out random, unintelligible insults and I almost laugh over our dynamic. Because, somehow, we both had the same idea to appease Ash with five seconds of silence before jumping into a vocal brawl again.

"Fuck," Ash groans and grabs my hand. She effectively cuts me off by yanking me out the door and nearly dragging me through the hallway behind her. "I can't stand you two together."

"That's what I'm saying," I grumble, glaring at Sal who appears in the hallway next. He matches my glare, but we at least stay quiet now.

I'll absolutely get him again later. I have too much pent up rage to let him go this easy. We take the elevator to the bottom floor— only to realize that we've ended up on the wrong side of the hotel.

Caesar's Palace is giant— so big and confusing that it's impossible to walk through the entire place in just one day. Ash stresses this as we realize we have to parade past the thousands of people littering the casino that separates us from where we need to be.

But it's easier to do it this way than to go around the behemoth building from the outside...

"Sal," Ash calls, head turning over her shoulder to look at the man behind me. "Please, if anyone stops you just let them know we have somewhere to be. Okay?"

I hear a grunt of disapproval from Sally— one that makes Ash frown.

"I can't do that," he grumbles, almost like he's embarrassed to say this. "You know I don't do that."

Ash simply sighs and looks ahead again. "I know," she says softly, sincerely. "It was wrong of me to ask that of you. If any of us get stopped, it's alright. We left early for a reason."

I know Ash is a bit insecure and nervous when it comes to interacting with fans. She loves them, but she's anxious about people flocking around her. She wants to blend in, show her love in a way that won't harm anyone. I get it, but... not everyone else does.

I wish there was a way for her to find a happy medium, but is there ever a way? Everyone's opinion is different. What matters to Ash won't matter to some of her fans. And you can't change a person's opinion. I can only hope that things will become easier for her with time.

Ash takes a breath, then starts walking forward— so the rest of us do too.

We move fast, watching the ceiling signs like hawks so we can navigate our way through this maze of a casino. It's not easy. We follow a direction only to find out we were led the wrong way, then we turn around and start the process all over again. But as we continue, any anxiety is absolutely stomped to hell and replaced with the most apparent disdain I have ever seen.

"Dude, the directions said this way. I don't know what to do," Larry says, completely flabbergasted as we meet a dead end disguised as a bar. Or the other way around. I'm not too sure.

"It wasn't a straight arrow," Sally huffs thoughtfully. "It was diagonal. We went the wrong way— which is what I've been trying to tell you guys." His voice isn't scolding. In fact, it's reassuring. "The signs are right, we're just terrible at reading directions."

Had I met this side of him— the side of Sally that's reassuring, thoughtful, intelligent, and not rolling his eyes at me all the time— our relationship would be much different right now.

But I lose the thought when he and I make eye contact. Because he rolls his eyes at me again and faces another direction, adding the harshness to his voice yet again as he says, "We need to go back to the center. Find the signs again."

"You know," Todd says with a sigh. "I could go ask the security guard right there. He'd tell us where to go."

Todd is on to something, as always. He's going to save the day—

"I absolutely fucking refuse," Larry's proud voice cuts off my thought, "to give into this labyrinth of alcoholic curiosities. This place will never consume me."

I blink. Is this motherfucker serious? "Fuck that," the words leave my mouth without my permission, so I just go with it. "Let's just ask someone."

"Hell no!" Ash exclaims, clapping a hand onto Larry's shoulder with a triumphant grin on her pretty lips. "I'm with Lord Lar on this one. Caesar's Palace will never eat me alive."

"I—" I start, unable to really understand the absurdity of this situation. I mean, come on. Who's this prideful? Not to mention, I've somehow managed to befriend two people who are this prideful. "We—"

"You're talking to a brick wall, dumbass," Sally murmurs behind me as I watch Larry and Ash turn to each other. They start speculating on what to do next.

I have the mindset to ignore Sally for once— my anxiety is a tripwire and I'm so close to hitting it right now. We need to find a way outside of this hotel or I'm going to flip the place upside down. But as I glance over to ask Todd what we should do, I see him conversing with the security guard he had previously mentioned.

Oh, thank God. He's handling the situation.

That means I can handle my lightweight as well.

I whirl around, facing Sally with my arms crossed over my chest. "So you must be the brick wall then, jackass. I can't recall a single time you've listened to me."

Sally scoffs, ring-clad fingers drumming against his biceps as he crosses his arms as well. "I can't recall you ever giving me any sound advice. More importantly, I can't recall ever asking you for advice. So I consider everything you say to be invalid and unworthy input."

Leave it to the hottest and most infuriating guy to piss me off when I think there isn't a single thing on this earth that can distract me from my nervousness. But in all honesty, I'd rather be  angry than nervous.

And I'm angry now.

"Invalid and unworthy?" I ask, my words clipped and aggressive. I chew on the inside of my cheek for a moment as his eyes light up. It's like he wants these fights. "I've never heard such a precise description of you in all my life, Sally."

And just like that, the light in his eyes evaporates and gives way to a darkness, one that he doesn't try to fight for long.

He uncrosses his arms and takes a step closer to me. For just a second, my instinct is to cower away. He's looking over me like some kind of monster— something to fear. But then I remember that I can't be afraid of him. I mean, what's there to be afraid of in the first place? I've never seen someone bark so much and never bite.

"You say that as though you're worth so fucking much," he says coldly. "No one even knows your damn name."

"Yet." The word leaves my lips immediately. I don't even think about it; it was instinct. And it worked because Sally narrows his eyes.

But before he can clap back at my "invalid and unworthy input," I see a little hand tap his shoulder from behind. He feels it at the same exact time that I notice it, and our aggressive eye contact softens at the interruption— simply because we have to put on a game face. We don't know who's happened upon us in the middle of an argument.

He spins around and takes a step to the side, unintentionally giving me a view of the two women standing behind him.

Both are short, pretty, and wearing little sashes that say "Birthday Girl" and I can only imagine how much damn fun they're about to have tonight. One has beautiful, natural red hair, while the other has the prettiest, most luscious brown hair.

"Holy crap," one says, bending her knees like she's about to fall, but then she catches herself. She slaps her hands over her mouth and says, "It's Sally Face!"

Sally turns into something I haven't seen before in a moment's notice.

His normal defensive nature is flipped in an instant and I watch the most innocent look envelop his ocean eyes. His entire aura changes into something positively unique and, all over, nice.

His shoulders relax compared to their earlier tense state. His fingers aren't flexed or balled into fists, they're relaxed at his sides and his head is tilted to the side.

Fuck, he looks happy.

"Hey, yea that's me!" He says to the woman who addressed him before glancing over to the other woman with a smile in his eyes. "Happy birthday to the both of you." His words are cheery and sincere and, damn, am I going to get whiplash? No way is this the same guy I've been bickering with for weeks.

"Thank you!" The redhead says, flashing a gorgeous smile— dimples and all. "It's our 21st."

"Really?" Sal says, a tinge of excitement in his voice as he sticks his hands into his pockets. "That's so exciting, especially since you're celebrating in Las Vegas. You guys hit any good bars yet? I'm gonna need some recommendations."

Holy shit? Is this really the Sally Face I know and despise? He's kind right now. He's being so sweet. And he's fantastic at small talk. It feels like he's really interested in what they have to say. I'm not on the receiving end of his words, but his sweet persona makes me feel special. That's how powerful he is in this moment.

"Oh my gosh," the brunette says, resting a hand on Sally's shoulder in excitement. She's eager to give him a good recommendation and it shows in the way her automatic response is physical touch. Honestly, it's adorable. "Yes! There's this restaurant slash bar in Excalibur called 'Dick's.' It's so damn funny." She laughs, pulling her hand away from Sally and looking down at her feet before continuing. "The waiters and waitresses insult you. Like, she and I walked in," she points to herself then to her friend, "and once we were sat down, our waiter came up to us and literally said, 'What you hoes want?'"

Sally laughs, I mean a full on, bent over belly laugh that makes the girls giggle along with him. "Damn, that sounds like a fun place. I'm gonna have to check it out." He pushes a hand through his hair, an action that I pay way too much attention to. "Were the drinks any good?"

The redhead winces. "I mean... I had the most basic drink. It was just a strawberry daiquiri." She shrugs, then leans forward. "But it was really good."

"I had a cosmopolitan. I'm not... sure what's in it," the brunette says sheepishly. She runs her fingers through her hair, an anxiety thing I'm sure.

I want to comfort her— let her know that it's totally okay. None of us know anything the second we try alcohol for the first time. And it seems like this is truly both girls' first times drinking.

But I don't want to butt in on their time with someone they admire. That's just wrong.

"Ah, there's nothing wrong with that," Sally reassures. "I'll be honest, I fucking love daiquiris. They aren't basic. They're delicious. And Cosmopolitans are pretty good too! You both had great picks."

The girls beam excitedly, little blushes enveloping their cheeks. I know the feeling. To be praised and acknowledged and validated by your idol? Absolutely nothing compares to how empowering that is.

"Can you, like, give us a list of drinks to try?" The brunette asks bashfully, kicking the toe of her high-heels against the carpeted floor.

"Yea, absolutely! I don't drink all that much though, so I'm kind of a lousy recommender." He chuckles lightly. "Try a hurricane if you can. It's a daiquiri, just really tasty. Um... lemon drops are pretty good too. Blueberry lemon drops are my favorite. Moscato white wine... a sweet one preferably. Um..." he trails off, covering the mouth of his prosthetic with his hand as he thinks. And dammit, just dammit. I want to give the girls a recommendation too. I want them to have fun while they're here because if they're anything like me, it may be a while until they're able to come back.

The girls smile as Sally sits on his thoughts for a moment longer, and then the redhead glances at me. She still has a sweet smile on her face, but I can see confusion and curiosity there for a moment too. I mean, why am I hanging around there watching them talk to Sally? I just know that's what's going through her head.

And maybe it's shitty of me. I should keep my mouth shut, but I decide to throw in one more drink to the girls. 

"Malibu and pineapple juice," I say softly, entwining my fingers together when an overwhelming wave of anxiety takes hold of me. Fuck, I can't believe I said that. They didn't ask for my recommendations.

Sally's head snaps up, his blue hair in his eyes. But it doesn't hide his eyes enough for me to miss the way they narrow in my direction. And upon noticing that is when a trickle of fear makes its way down my spine.

"Uh, what's Malibu?" The redhead asks me. She tilts her head, thinking about it.

I glance to Sally, note the way his eyes are drilling into me and not in a good way. But then I look back to the redhead who's focus is solely on me in the moment.

"It's coconut rum," I tell her happily, licking my suddenly dry lips. "It goes really well with pineapple juice. I mean, it's one of the best drinks I've ever had. It's like... the opposite of a Cosmopolitan but just as tasty, pretty much." I give them a little smile, wondering if I should apologize for interrupting their conversation.

But the brunette looks over at me with a hesitant smile. Then, she looks at Sally who's unwavering gaze (which is full of animosity) never leaves me. And gears start visibly turning in her area. Until she looks back at me with wide, unbelieving eyes.

"Holy crap," she says enthusiastically, shock sprawled across her freckled face. She's addressed me the same way she addressed Sally. "Don't tell me you're VioletViolence."

I gulp down my instant excitement as well as the nerves slowly building within me. No way this is happening.

After all the times I've been told that no one knows who I am, I started to believe it. But here I am, in the middle of Vegas, with a girl who's just spoken my name without me having to inform her of it.

I suddenly feel alive, like I can feel every little cell that makes up who I am thrumming with happiness and contentment. It's a battle of staying calm and throwing my arms around this poor girl who doesn't know how much she's just changed my life.

But I steel myself— force myself to hold my emotions at bay so I can have my first positive fan interaction.

Hopefully.

I smile at the girls. "Looks like we've got a Todd 2.0 on our hands," I say sweetly. "He guessed me right away too." Suddenly, both girls flock to me and I nearly regret it. I just stole Sally's thunder... and he's definitely going to show me just how fucked this is later. For fuck's sake.

"Oh my gosh!" The brunette says, hanging off of my shoulder. "I can't believe you and Sally are both here-- and alone at that! But to be honest, I was really hoping the animosity between you two was a farce the whole time because I love both of you so much so this just makes the little arguments even better since I know they're fake now." My mouth gapes as I look down at the girl wrapped around my arm excitedly. I should tell her the truth, she deserves to know that, even now, Sal and I are more than pissed about being stuck together. That every argument we've had thus far has been very real. 

But the happy, glistening smile on her face makes me hesitate, and I only gape at her some more while the redhead hangs back a bit and bounces on her toes excitedly while watching my every move.

I can't make myself say it. I can't get the truth out.

Sally's next to me all of a sudden, and I look up at him. He has the world's most vicious glare in his eyes, but only I can tell-- because it quickly changes into a grinning gaze as he throws an arm around my shoulders and looks between both girls.

He gives my neck a squeeze, and somehow, I interpret that as a sign to keep my mouth shut on the truth behind this topic. 

But his warm arm wrapped around me makes me tense up. No matter how angry he makes me, his skin on mine and any little bit of proximity we have makes me go crazy. Unintentional butterflies are making me nauseous, my cheeks are hot, and my heart is stuttering in my chest while my thoughts run rampant. It's a mix of confusion and questions and absolute anarchy.

Then he slams his other hand on top of my head and ruffles my hair. 

"Yep, all a farce. I can very much stand this bitch," he says cheerily to the girls, tacking on a little giggle that makes me want to punch him in his prosthetic face so hard that it actually manages to somehow hurt him.

Fuck butterflies. What the fuck is he trying to do? I can't tell. And all I'm getting out of this is extreme fucking anger. He really has the audacity to call me a bitch in front of both our fans?

The brunette's eyes light up and she backs away from me, grabbing onto her friend instead with exhilaration glittering in her eyes. They both squeal for a minute, then watch me expectantly.

So, how do I put my game face on? We're killing this situation with a mix of a lie and honesty-- so surely I can do the same.

I grab onto the jaw of Sal's prosthetic and jiggle his head around aggressively before putting my cheek against his. "This little shit eater is just so easy to be around. You have no idea," I chirp, going as far as to begrudgingly squeeze closer to him and shut my eyes as I slap a smile onto my face.

And then the rage is gone. I've gotten my revenge and I can already smell the way he's about to yank himself away from me and start screaming. It's going to be fucking epic.

But he doesn't pull away, just puts the hand that was resting on my shoulder onto the side of my face and uses it to keep me pressed to his side. 

I didn't expect that.

The smile drops from my lips for a moment, but I quickly throw it back on, no matter how hard it is. 

Sal's thumb is pressed against the corner of my lips, almost like the placement was thoughtful. Like he meant to put his finger there. But the contact also has me faltering a bit-- and the sudden tummy butterflies and excitement I convinced myself were misplaced feelings just moments ago nearly overpowers the instant anger taking over my body, but it doesn't. Thank God it doesn't.

"Aw, thanks Vi! So are you. You're constant bitching and chihuahua-like yapping just lights up the darkest of my days," he answers, but his voice is so happy that it seems more bitter than anything. 

His thumb brushes over my bottom lip and I nearly topple over at the contact. His skin is soft and the way he touches such a sensitive, hyper-aware, and intimate part of me makes me wonder what it is he's trying to do again. 

Clearly, he doesn't want our fans to know that our constant bickering and aggression is real, but then he's letting it slip through anyway. And he definitely did not need to touch me to make his excuses seem more plausible, and yet, he did.

Is he... is he trying to... fuck, is he trying to get clout off of this?

"You shouldn't have, Sally! Your shitty attitude and God's-gift-to-women persona is just so inspiring," I bite out, trying to keep positive sounding tones to my voice, though it's proving to be harder with each passing second. But this time, I try to separate myself from him. I don't want to be some publicity stunt for him because there's no way I'll be able to do this bullshit again for fans. I won't say a word about the truth of our weird relationship, but I'm not going to let him hang on me like we're besties because he thinks it'll gain some traction.

I really don't understand what's going on here. At all. And yea, I should expect everything when it comes to Sally, but this one hurts a bit.

I feel a bit better when Sally cuts his gaze to me, malice swirling in his icy irises. And then, he all but shoves me off of him. 

I try not to stagger away from him with the girls standing right in front of us, so I catch myself quickly and stick close to his side-- still trying to sell this bullshit he's yanked me into.

"Would you guys like a picture or something?" Sally asks them, his sickly sweet voice nearly knocking me over again. 

"Oh, yes, we'd love one with both of you if that's possible!" The redhead says, bounding a little closer to us, bouncing on her toes some more. She's adorable. 

"Absolutely, it would be our pleasure," I say as kindly as possible. These two girls fill my heart with joy-- not so much Sally, but he doesn't matter all that much when these two sweet ladies have just changed my life.

The brunette turns to Sally while the redhead looks for someone to take the picture for her. 

"Would you sign my phone case?" she asks sheepishly, wincing a bit. "It's about all I've got that's, like, sign-able."

Sally chuckles and takes her outstretched phone. "Of course. I'll sign anything," he tells her. It's so odd to see him acting this way.

But then I remember that he was this way with me once too. He was kind like this. He was gentle like this. He was actually enjoyable and even stole my heart for a moment or two.

Maybe he really isn't that bad. He and I just have some qualms-- and I don't know what those qualms are, but if we actually have a conversation, I think we could become friends. I'm willing to put everything aside.

Sally takes the small iPhone in his hands, flipping it over to show the clear case. His black fingernails are a contrast to the pastel yellow of the phone and his veiny hands are ridiculously noticeable in the low casino lighting. And not to mention, the light reflects off his metal rings and makes them glow-- it seems otherworldly, which only adds o the mystical, mysterious, and unique air about him.

I watch a light pink paint the brunette's cheeks just as I feel my own heat up. How embarrassing.

So I turn to look at my feet just as the redhead finds a couple to take our photo and has a quick chat with them, then they begin walking toward us.

"What's your name?" Sally mumbles as he fishes a random sharpie out of his pocket. Does he just carry that around everywhere? Holy hell, my heart is going to beat out of my chest-- he cares this much for his fans. I don't care how infuriating he is, that is just too adorable.

Okay, y/n. Don't lose sight of the truth. You hate Sal Fisher right now-- you hopefully won't in the future, but you definitely do right now. He can be hot, but you absolutely cannot fawn over him.

"Oh," The brunette perks up and glances at Sally's face for a moment. "My name's Lexi."

I stop breathing. My stomach falls straight out of my ass. And I suddenly feel like I'm going to vomit.

What are the damn chances?

I watch the moment the name resonates within Sal. I'm hoping he doesn't recognize it, just sees it as another name, but he actually flinches. A wave of recognition flits through his gaze as he snaps his head up to examine the girl closely. 

"Shit," he breathes, the word so quiet that the girl, Lexi as we now fucking know, asks him what he just said.

Sally shakes his head and throws a smile on his face if the crinkling of his eyes tells me anything. But there's still some kind of lingering emotion, something that looks a lot like guilt. 

"Sorry," he says to her then scribbles something else onto the phone case and hands it back to her. "Just recalling a friend I have. Her name is Lexi too." His voice comes out a little softer than usual, like he's reminiscing.

It's damn hard to keep my gaze directed past Sally and Lexi and not directly on them. I so desperately want to gauge his reaction and make sure he doesn't catch onto me. I'm scared. Horrified, really. 

This is the first time I've heard him mention Lexi. I'm actually shocked that he's talking about her at all, and that terrifies me even more.

"Wow," Lexi says, moving in next to him as her friend finally reaches us. "What a coincidence," she continues as Sal tucks her into his side, putting an arm around her shoulder and holding her close.

Sally smiles down at her then motions over to the other girl, opening his free arm up for her.

She happily skips over to him, scooting in beside him like it's natural for her. And truth be told, just the sight of the three of them together makes me happy. Everyone is content in this little picture.

But then the redhead looks to me. And she smiles so brightly that my knees nearly buckle. "Come on," she says, but hesitates after a moment. "Well, unless you don't want to anymore. I'm sorry, that was--"

I launch into a speedwalk toward them and curse quietly. "Oh, no, sweetheart," I try to reassure her. "I was stuck in my head for a minute. I don't mind a picture at all." I smile at her then wrap my own arm around her shoulder.

The second my arm settles right on top of Sally's, we both look up at each other-- a mix of fury and shock mingling in the air between us. My skin tingles from the warmth of his arm and it takes every bit of my dignity to not grab onto Sal whenever he rips his arm away from me, switching sides with Lexi so both girls can be between us.

We take a picture with both girls. They suggest a couple different poses, and Sally and I manage to laugh together over some of the stuff we do, but then Lexi and her other sweet friend, who we've discovered is named Kennedy, are leaving us to what we were previously doing.

All of the sweet things I'd witnessed within the past few minutes, all of the kindness and loving embraces-- all of it is washed down the drain the second Lexi and Kennedy turn a corner and are no longer in our sight.

Todd is talking with Ash and Larry at a slot machine, but Sally's whirling on me with the most hate I've ever seen him bear. 

"You fuck up absolutely everything," he snarls, taking a step toward me, and then another. Menacing, dangerous. And I nearly take a step back as terror sweeps through me, but I hold my own somehow. What helps is that I'm appalled at his claim that I fuck everything up. I've never done anything wrong.

He takes a deep breath, shuts is eyes in an attempt to calm himself, but then he groans frustratedly and looks into my eyes again. His gaze makes me flinch, and he notices, and fuck, he's got a lot against me right now and it's actually... I'm kind of scared.

"You can't just keep your mouth shut?" he whisper-yells, gesturing a hand out behind us. "Had you shut the fuck up for once, I wouldn't have had to lie. Clearly you don't know a thing about me-- but I will do everything I can for them. For my fans. Even if that means lying. But I don't want to fucking lie, and now you've made me do just that."

He's so angry and speaking so fast that his breath is coming out in pants and all I'm good for right now is sitting there and taking it. His words cut deeper than they should and I genuinely don't think I could stop him even if I wanted to. Lucky for both of us, I guess, I'm at a loss for words.

"And on top of forcing both of us into a lie," he continues, tilting his head in a threatening way. "I just remembered that you screwed up a lot for me and I'm only just realizing." He laughs humorlessly. 

Is he talking about Lexi? Me? Because if he is, that's all his doing.

I'm about to say that, but I think better of it. That would give me away. Worse, I shouldn't interrupt his little temper tantrum right now. I'll hit him where it hurts later, but for now, this is what's best. Even if it physically pains me to shut my damn mouth.

So much for trying to become friends with him.

"I can't believe some of the things I've said and done with you. More specifically, the fact that I just about fucked you over a phone call," he takes another step. Sal is suddenly so close that the tips of our noses-- prosthetic and mask-- brush together for just a fraction of a second.

And then his cool fingers are gripping my chin tightly, almost painfully. But instead of scaring me like it's meant to, a wave of warmth rushes through me. And I have to gulp down whatever physical reaction I almost instinctually act on.

I can feel his rings against my skin, the anger seeping through his cold fingertips and into my body, the tips of his fingernails digging into my jaw.

I find myself holding my breath again at his words and our proximity. I know I claimed that I didn't care f he kept his word, but now that he's regretting our little nighttime call and actually touching me at this exact moment, I think I'm about to be a little disappointed.

He would've been a good hate fuck.

"So don't expect shit from me. Because I'm better than you. And I deserve better than whatever kind of half-assed pleasure I was looking for in you." 

The words hit me straight in the gut, digging into me like a sharp sword that just keeps getting twisted. At the same exact time, he rips his hand away from me and takes a step away.

All of the insecurities I've been squashing down since last night rush to the surface. All of the hurt, all of the jealousy, all of the anxiety. Every single bit of it, even the parts I thought I managed to conquer.

I can't help but fold in on myself when Sally looks past me and then moves around my stunned body to reconvene with The Faces.

I stand there for a moment. I just stand with my arms wrapped around my middle, hugging myself since no one else can right now.

Sally and I's entire situation is less than ideal and we insult each other back to back with the intention of pissing each other off, but this is different. This wasn't him trying to make me angry, he was intentionally trying to beat me down. And now, I'm expected to stand around with him all night and act like what he just told me didn't tear me right open. 

It's not him, it's just the words specifically. I couldn't care less about who said them to me. But they were said. And one of my beliefs that I've never given up is that everything that's spoken has some kind of truth to it.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I pull it out as I bite into my cheek, trying to calm my racing heart and numb limbs.

When I lift the screen to my face, I see an unknown number and immediately scrunch my eyebrows. That's weird.

But then I see the text.

Unknown hey lexi, it's sal i know i never texted and i'm really sorry could we talk later?

My breath catches in my throat and I can't help but spin around to where my friends are standing. And there's Sally, looking down at his phone and tapping his fingers against the back of it. But then he quickly shoves it into his pocket and turns back to Ash, Larry, and Todd.

I really don't understand with him.

He's forgotten about Lexi this entire time and blames me for it. Why?

There's something weird going on with him and I don't know if I want to find out what that is or not.

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A/N:::::::::: I'M SORRY I'VE BEEN MISSING FOR SO LONG :((((((

i hated being away just as much as you guys have, but it couldn't be helped. on top of finals and the end of the semester, i also took a trip to las vegas and got to visit all the places i've been writing about! it was so amazing! so while i've been missing, my time hasn't been spent in vain. i've been researching and getting SUPER crunk in casino's ;)

but i'm home now and finally putting out this chapter! she's EXTRA long and she's mainly filler, but things will be getting spicy soon. and i am BURSTING with excitement over it :3 so stay tuned!

as always, i love you all with my entire being. thank you for being here. have a wonderful morning/day/afternoon/night! <333

[ilovefandoms102]

Royal Flush-Part 6*

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size Reader

Summary: After so much loss, will there be any light in the Drysdale family?

Note: I’m finally back sorry I’ve been MIA I’ve had a lot going on lately. I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings🛑: mafia!au, soft!dark!ransom, arranged marriage, forced relationship, manipulative relationship, loss of pregnancy, mentions of character death, mentions of firearms, mentions of blood, smut(dom/sub aspects, dubcon/noncon aspects, oral(f), unprotected vaginal sex, spanking)

Part 5

You’ll never forget the last 72 hours…

Ransom dying, being rushed to emergency surgery when they got a pulse back, 12 hours of surgery only for him to be in a coma for the unknown future. You sat alone in his room after ordering no one to enter, the looks of sadness and pity drove you further to insanity.

The next day, you woke up in a pool of your own blood.

At first, you thought it was a dream, but when Ransom’s nurse came in and gasped at your state, calling in other doctors and nurses that wheeled you to the ER. The doctor said it was common for first time pregnancies to miscarry, but you saw it as another failure.

You lost your precious baby, the only thing you would have had left of Ransom. It was Hector that held your sobbing body that time, then had to watch as you crawled into Ransom’s hospital bed and continued to let the tears fall.

Weeks had gone by, you never left Ransom. Your mother and Hector brought clothes and other necessities. Using the shower in Ransom’s hospital room wasn’t the same as when you got to share showers at home with your husband. Sometimes you sat on the cold tiled floor and wept for hours, the lukewarm water turning ice cold.

“Honey, you can’t sit here like this. There are things that need taken care of.” your father said, but all you could focus on was watching Ransom breathe through that fucking tube.

“He wouldn’t want you like this, I know it’s been hard with the baby-” your father continued.

“I’m not leaving him.” you hissed, keeping your eyes glued to Ransom.

“Y/n-” your father tried.

“I will take care of things, y/n is in no state.” Hector stepped in.

“Thank you Hector,” you whispered, glancing at him with a small, grateful smile.

“My beautiful love, my only love, god I love you.”

You jolted awake, checking your surroundings as well as Ransom’s monitors. Dreams of those last few moments with your beautiful man haunted you, every night.

Every

Fucking

Night

Wiping at your eyes, you burrowed further into your husband. You still slept at his side, careful not to disturb anything he was hooked up to. Dozing off again, you felt something flutter at your back. You thought it was your imagination until you felt a hand in your hair.

Sitting up sharply, you were greeted with shining blue eyes. Your husband’s eyes. The love of your life. Quickly, you hit the nurse button on his bed.

“Hi baby, hi.” you sobbed, a shaking hand reaching up to stroke his bristly jaw.

He smiled the best he could until a nurse came and carefully removed the tube. You held a straw to his lips as he sipped at a cup of water the nurse brought along. He went through four cups before he could muster the strength to speak.

“You’re even more beautiful than when I last laid my eyes on you.” he whispered, attempting that smirk which had you giggling through tears.

“I love you baby,” you smiled, Ransom reaching up and caressing your cheek.

“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone on this Earth in my 30 some years.” he professed.

You held his hand on your cheek, loving the feel of his touch.

“How far along are you?” he asked, your smile dying as a sharp pain struck your chest.

“Ransom…” you choked out, fresh tears running down your cheeks.

“No,” he whispered, his own tears shedding.

“I failed you, I-” you cried, Ransom’s hold tightening as he yanked you closer so your nose touched his.

“Stop it,” he growled, using his other arm to wrap around your middle.

“I lost our baby Ransom, our precious baby.” you hiccuped, shoving your face in his neck.

“You could never fail me my love, we can try again.” he murmured gently, his hand on your cheek moving to sift in your hair holding the back of your head.

“I wanted to name him Hugh, after his father. If they were a girl I wanted to name her Riley.” you croaked, crying harder.

“I’m so sorry sweetness,” he whispered, that name you missed so much.

Ransom was finally able to come home a little over a week later. He loved his wife, but she was running herself ragged hovering over every move he made. His wound had healed from the weeks he was in a coma, now he was working to get his strength back.

He spent lots of time in the home gym, much to his wife’s displeasure. The Franelli family seemed to have backed off for now, but Ransom knew it was only a matter of time before they struck again. He needed to make a statement as the head of their assets now. In his absence, Hector was able to get all of the accounts changed to Ransom and your names. This meant no one but he and his beautiful wife had access to their funds.

Ransom knew like him, the Franelli’s mostly dealt firearms. However, with their income there was no way they only dealt guns and ammunition. It was something much bigger, Ransom had an idea. He didn’t like it one bit, and he knew there was no way to get out of it.

“Honey, you doing alright?” he heard your angelic voice that snapped him out of his thoughts.

“I’d be a lot better you came over and kissed me.” he replied, smirking at the flushed look on your face.

You did as he said and walked the few steps to him, leaned and planted a soft kiss to his lips. Ransom however, was feeling starved. After so long without this, without you, he felt like he couldn’t get enough. So he quickly pulled you to straddle his lap, his hands firmly groping your ass while deepening the kiss.

“Ran-” you mumbled against his lips, attempting to push him away in fear of hurting him.

“Quiet,” he growled, giving a harsh smack to your ass which made you squeal in surprise.

It was safe to say you’d definitely ruined your panties. It had been so long since you and Ransom connected, it was about to drive your poor husband insane. One could say he was addicted to you, but it wasn’t like you minded. In fact, the same could be said for you about him.

“My beautiful wife, fuckin’ made for me.” Ransom grunted, switching so your back was on the bench and he was on top.

Your hands explored his naked back, moving to his chest and down. Reaching around and in, you dug your nails into his luscious ass, pulling him further into you. His teeth nipped playfully at your jaw, moving to trace from the base of your throat and up with his tongue.

“Please,” you whined, your clit pulsed hard as he ground his hips down into yours.

The both of you got naked, Ransom now with his pretty head between your legs devouring your pussy. His tongue laved, twisted and fucked into your wetness. It was almost to much, but you loved every second of it. His hands moved to firmly grip your tits while he feasted, his fingers teasing your peaked nipples.

“Baby, Ransom-” you moaned, holding his hands at your breasts.

“Give it to me.” he demanded, sucking your clit hard.

Your mouth opened on a silent scream, back arching on the bench, and thighs quivering as your orgasm ripped through. It had to easily be the best orgasm you’d ever had. You were still cumming when Ransom abruptly flipped so you were on your feet but bent over, ass in the air and hands on the bench. He shoved his cock hard into you, so deep you could practically feel him in your stomach.

“Jesus, fuck me. So perfect, tight, wet-fuck.” Ransom growled, pulling back before he started fucking the shit out of you.

You never stopped cumming as he fucked you, so it was hard to say if this orgasm was extremely long or it was endless orgasm after the other. Either way, it was fucking fantastic. God you loved this man.

“Look at you, this sweet ass in the air all for me.” Ransom teased, smacking your asscheeks multiple times one after the other.

“I love you so much,” you whimpered, crying out when Ransom tugged a fist full of your hair up so your face was right by his.

“Love you too baby,” he whispered, reaching his hand around and rubbing your clit mercilessly until you found it again.

Ransom went into hyperdrive, cumming hard into you and staying planted. Your chest heaved to catch your breath, turning your chin lightly to kiss Ransom’s jaw.

“Fuck I missed that.” he panted, kissing your lips firmly.

“Mhhmmm,” you hummed sleepily.

“Love when I fuck you so hard you get all sweet and cuddly baby.” Ransom grinned, carrying you up to the room you two shared.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, hearing Ransom’s chuckle as he laid you on the bed.

He crawled over you, kissing every inch of skin he could reach.

“Baby,” you whined again.

“You thought we were done?” Ransom asked, a wicked grin appearing.

You couldn’t help but to smile.

[sinkingnotsoslowly]

Sugar Rush Ride

Pairing: Gender neutral reader x Changbin

Warnings: suggestive, a few curses I think?

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“Sugar”

A nickname I never thought I would like until Changbin started to call me it. “You’re just way too sweet sugar”, he said, as he proceeded to cover my face with smooches.

He has been calling me that for as long as I can remember. Not that I’m complaining but there have been several instances when Changbin has hinted at something not so innocent associated with the name. 

It was on a Saturday night when we were both working in the same room. I looked away from the screen of my laptop for a moment to catch him staring intently at me. 

“You know you’re like a little devil who keeps trying to tempt me all the time”, I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at him, “And dare I say that you’re succeeding”. I went back to work, pretending I didn’t hear him mumbling to himself, so goddamn sweet to taste.

Another time was in the bedroom when we were -ahem in a moment. “Kiss you taste so kiss addictive sugar, can’t kiss live without you”, he kissed down my neck while breathing heavily. “Driving me insane just for a taste, so sweet you give me a sugar rush”. Never have I had a man speak to me such seductive words. How could he turn such a sweet nickname pun not intended into something so sinful without being abrasive about it? Well, he does write songs for a living.

The other time was when he was drunk. Changbin had gone drinking with boys after their schedule. With no other plans, I had settled into watching Howl’s Moving Castle for the umpteenth time. Not too long after I was very rudely interrupted by Changbin crying out my name from outside as if I were dying. “What are doing back so early?” I questioned the very not-so-sober man leaning against the doorframe. “What did you do to me, sugar? Why am I obsessed with your sweetness?”

“So you’re early because you missed me?”

“I’m early because you got me seeing stars whenever I’m with you. How do you do it are you a devil?”.

Changbin sure had a way with words. But what was very surprising was how he used the same nickname for different contexts- “Do you have any idea how much I love you sugar”, on a romantic night out, “Shit sugar, you feel so good”, in the bedroom, and also “Please sugaaar Binnie wants ice cream”, aegyo at 2 fucking a.m. But then I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t like it. The name sugar was extra sweet when he was the one saying it. I ate it up and he knew it. And he used that knowledge to his advantage. The boys had gotten used to the cringe at how often Changbin called me sugar in front of them. It was so bad at first. He would smirk and leave me with a flaming blush while some of the boys cringed and the others teased us about it. He enjoyed the teasing but I was just too shy. We certainly did grow out of that phase but Changbin never grew out of calling me sugar whenever and wherever. At times I suspect if he even remembers my name. But then again, I rather like the nickname, “Sugar”.