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sunsetcurvetaintedhotdog · 3 years

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Let’s Be Kids Again ☀︎

Summary: Reader is having an awful day but luckily Luke is there to help her.

Warning: Probably some language and bad grammar

Word count: 1,766

Honestly, two more weeks left of school, and these teachers don’t give a crap. “UGHH!!” I quickly stood up from my desk because if I keep looking at all the missing assignments and projects that I have to turn in I’m probably gonna lose my mind.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like work just keeps piling up and it’s a never-ending cycle of turning in twenty assignments by the end of the week and then still being behind on fifteen more. I should be out right now not stuck inside on a Saturday. I could’ve gone to the boy’s rehearsal and just sat there. But no here I am stuck in my bedroom with papers all over the place.

I hear a knock at my door “Sweetie Luke’s one the phone come downstairs.” I quickly open my door and bolt downstairs.

Luke and I are best friends although I don’t really like saying it because it reminds me of how much I don’t want to be friends with him. I want more. I’ve had a crush on him for a while now still trying to adapt to the new feeling. I’m not gonna say anything tho it will ruin our friendship if he doesn’t like me back and just make everything awkward between all of us.

“Hey” I heard Luke’s mom talking through the other line “Luke wash the dishes before you leave please I don’t know how you could live in your own filth” on the other side of the phone Luke rolled his eyes at his mother exaggeration, there was only three cups in the sink “yea, yea, ok”. I started giggling at his antics knowing exactly he’s only saying that so she could get off his back. He’s not really gonna do the dishes.

“Hey, ok so I was thinking we could do something tonight. Reg really wanted to go to the new carnival that just opened. Something about needing to get his future told I don’t know” he let out a sigh “what do you think?” As soon as I was about to say sure I remembered the nightmare of homework I have upstairs waiting for me. “Ugh i cant i have homework sorry Lu”

“Forget about homework you could do it another day” “Lu I can’t just forget about it it’s due in a few days” Luke is now pouting “So, you’ve done a lot over the year getting a few bad grades won’t harm you come on party pooper” suddenly a light bulb goes off in his head “Bet i can win you at bumper cars loser has to buy the other one food?” He was teasing her and he knew it. Since they were little they always did bets sometimes going to far as none of them wanted to lose. He knew she wasn’t gonna turn down a bet.

“I hate you. You know that” Luke smiled in victory. “Yes, i love you too” he said with the biggest smile ever. He loved hanging out with her. More at carnivals her unmatched energy always amazed him she was so energetic and he loved it. Someone had to keep up with him right..

“Ok find I’ll meet you at the carnival” “ok see you there” I placed the phone back on the wall and went upstairs to change. Once I was done I headed out but my dad stopped me. “Finished your homework already?” “Uh...um... yea didn’t have that much apparently” yea that was a lie but that was tomorrow’s problem. I walked out and headed to the carnival which was only a few blocks away from my house.

“Hey there trouble” ah trouble the infamous nickname that Alex gave me when we were 12. Luke had made a bet on whoever can scare Mrs. Frances, our 7th grade science teacher, the hardest got to name the their band. Because of me the bands name is Sunset Curve, a huge victory for me but I can’t say the same for Mrs. Frances. She had to eat lunch with a frog that day...ops... yea no I wasn’t sorry it was hilarious but if it wasn’t for me Sunset Curve would be named Bloody Devils cause Luke thought it was cool.

“Hey Al, oh I like your.....” I was cut off by Reggie putting his arms around me and Alex. “WHOS READY TO RIDE THE HORSES!!” Yea Reg has a thing for horses that explains ‘Home is Where my Horse is’.

“Reginald relax go get a corn dog or something” Bobby rolled his eyes at the over excited Reggie bouncing on one leg. He truly loved carnivals. “Ok I’ll be right back after the corn dog we have to get our future told I heard the one here is really accurate I want to know if I end up marrying Reese Witherspoon.”

“Ok guys what do you want to do first? Ferris wheel, go-carts, games, ...bumper cars...” I side glanced at Luke and he was already looking at me. “Oh your on” with that me and him were racing to the bumper car line bumping into each other once we got there. He quickly grabbed me by the waist so I wouldn’t fall on the other people. We were both laughing and smiling like idiots. “We should’ve walked” I said wiping my tears off my face. “Yea probably” he chuckled. “Ok so Al and Bobby get to choose who wins.” i said “Ok deal if I win you have to buy me the biggest ice cream cone they sell here” he said “Ok and if I win....um I want.... “ I looked around and the saw the big pretzel cart “The biggest pretzel they can make” “Deal” we did our handshake and turned around to stand in line.

“Ok Al, Bobby, focus you need to make sure you watch to see who wins” Luke said Alex and Bobby nodded and we were off into our own bumper cars. Me and Luke were bumping off each other and hitting other strangers cars. I think I might get a neck cramp. But it was really fun and I think I won. We got off giggling “ Ok so who is the lucky winner” I asked “Luke I’m never getting a car with you, y/n won” Alex said “yea totally destroyed you dude” Bobby added. Luke let out a snicker “yea please I let her win..” “sure you did bud” Bobby patted Luke on the back and went off to flirt with a girl he had seen earlier in the line. Reggie isn’t back so he might be stuffing his face with corn dogs. “And then there were three” I sighed. Alex turned around from walking in front of me and Luke “yea well make that two there is this really cute skater over there and I think I might go talk to him so peace out” he turned around and walked away. He quickly glanced back and winked at me “have fun”.

“Ok that makes two then, you up to take me on the pretzel offer” I asked Luke, he looked down at me with one of his gorgeous smiles that can brighten up the whole town. Geez why is he making it so hard not to fall in love with him. “Anything for you” he kissed the top of my head and we headed to the pretzel cart. We ordered and sat down on a bench to eat the pretzel. He took many bites but whatever he did pay for it. Still I won so I don’t see how it’s fair he got part of the prize, oh well. “So homework is stressful right?” he asked. I groaned “ugh yes I just wish I could be a kid so I wouldn’t have to do so much work and the only thing I would have to worry about is sleeping in nap time” I rested my head against his shoulder and he rested his against mine. “ Ok then, let’s be kids again then” I looked up at him confused “what?” “Let’s be kids again, let’s ride everything here and completely forget that we have responsibilities for tonight. How does that sound” he was practically buzzing now with excitement “I’m down” I said. “First one to throw up cleans the others room for a week” he said “Bet!”. We got up and starting riding everything that we could.

It’s been two hours and I’m waiting outside the boys bathroom with a water bottle for Luke. Can you guess who won. “Ugh that last ride really pulled some strings” he said. I giggled at him handing him the water bottle. “Up for one more tho” he groaned “depends, i don’t think my stomach can take anything else. “Ferris wheel?” I asked. He nodded and we headed there. Now getting into the ride we sat next to each other and the ride starting going up. The sky was a beautiful mix of pinks, reds, yellows, and blues. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I laid my head on his shoulder while we just admired the sunset. Well i did, I didn’t know that Luke wasn’t looking at the sunset he was looking at me like if I were the most beautiful painting he’s ever seen.

“Y/n...” i glanced back up and what he did next really surprised me. He pushed his lips against mines and I didn’t react I was frozen in place. He was about to pull away when I finally starting kissing back. He took his hand and put it on my cheek and I tangled my hands in his hair. This was amazing I always loved carnivals because of the adrenaline a ride gave you but this completely ruled out that feeling it felt passionate and warm. My stomach was doing flips and I was loving it, everything about this moment was just perfect.

When we finally pulled away we pressed our foreheads together still with our eyes closed “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he let out a shaky breath “then do it again” I whispered. He leaned back in to kiss me. This kiss went on a little longer and it was even more passionate than the one before if that was even possible. Now there was nothing stopping us we both know how we feel about each other and we can be together now.

Now not only do I have my best friend with me constantly but I think I might have found my soulmate. I am completely utterly in love with Luke Patterson.

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cutelittlestar · 4 years

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Steal My Girl || Peter Parker x Reader {Smut!}

Summary: While on a trip, Peter plans to confess his feelings to you but everything is ruined by a boy who also has his eyes on you. Once Peter finally unveils the truth, things get steamy...

Word Count: 5.7k

Warning(s): fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, SMUT, language, MATURE CONTENT, 18+ (you & Peter are 18)

A/N: lordtt.....plz forgive me, for I have sinned. This has been secretly written in my notebook for quite some time, and I was always too scared to post it online. Now, I say fuck it. As always, I love you all and I hope you enjoy!!!😘💕❤️

For those of you who may be wondering about my other series, Maniac and Lone Wolf, it may be a while bc of college and work (being an adult SUCKS). But, I promise I’ll try and upload the chapters whenever I can!

*gif is not mine!

Once again, Midtown’s decathlon team was given another opportunity to travel to a different state for a tournament, where they would compete with other high schools for the national title. Peter was extremely excited because this was your first trip with the team, and he wanted you to have an unforgettable experience; that’s why Peter created a meticulous yet worthy plan that would help him accomplish his goal. His plan consisted of various things, such as taking you to popular locations, exploring the city late at night -despite curfew- and doing spontaneous activities he knew you would love. Most importantly, Peter made this plan in hopes that he could confess his feelings for you. He’s had a crush on you since freshman year, but he was always terrified to tell you the truth. Now that senior year was almost over, the pain of withholding his raw emotions was too unbearable to handle. It’s now or never, Peter thought to himself, and for a while, Peter believed his plan was going to work.

But, he was wrong.

Peter’s plan began to crumble the minute that Daniel Miller entered the picture. Daniel was everything that Peter wasn’t - he was perfect, a star-athlete, tall, and he had an impeccable character that made him lovable. Every girl had a huge crush on him, and they had every right to find him appealing. In the beginning, Peter didn’t really seem to care about Daniel, but now that Daniel was purposefully sabotaging Peter’s plan, Peter was beyond angry. Anytime that Peter was with you, you were whisked away by Daniel for various idiotic reasons.

The first time Daniel took you away, he lied and asked if you could switch seats with Flash because he was ‘severely’ allergic to peanut butter crackers. You, of course, offered to change seats, completely unaware that Daniel was luring you towards him. Peter felt his blood boil; he clearly remembers seeing Daniel eat a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup a couple of days before. The second time Daniel took you away, you were sitting next to Peter in the dining hall at the hotel before Daniel ‘accidentally’ spilled hot coffee all over his body; once again, you fell for his trap, and you offered to help him, despite Daniel being eighteen years old. The third time Daniel took you away, you were watching a movie with Peter; Daniel somehow convinced you that he needed your help and asked if you could quiz him for the upcoming competition, to which you agreed. Every single time that Daniel succeeded, he would give Peter a relish sneer, mentally gloating that he had successfully stolen you away.

Although Peter absolutely hated Daniel with every fiber of his soul, It’s not like Peter was going to force you to stop talking to Daniel - that would be a dick move - but if Peter had the chance to throw Daniel off a building, he would happily do it in a heartbeat. However, as you were spending more time with Daniel instead of Peter, Peter’s hope was gradually disappearing.

Now, Peter morosely sat in his hotel room alone, imagining Daniel constantly flirting with you the whole afternoon and evening. By making up a quick lie and telling Mr. Harrington that he had a stomach ache, Peter was able to sulk in his room while the rest of the group was exploring tourist areas in the city before the big competition. Peter had come to believe that Daniel had won and decided there was no point of trying to win you back; there was no way that you would ever love him, Peter thought to himself, not when Daniel is still around.

Meanwhile, as Peter was sadly believing that Daniel was now professing his love for you, you were sitting on your bed, your room right in front of Peter’s door, completely unaware that Peter stayed behind as well. You, too, lied and said that you were feeling sick, but in reality, you wanted some time away from Daniel. He was becoming extremely annoying, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth. While you assumed that you were going to have some peace and quiet, that dream was utterly destroyed. As usual, Flash opened his big mouth and told Daniel that you were in your hotel room, so now, you were sitting inches away from Daniel as a movie was playing in the background. You pretended to listen to the movie, but you constantly thought about Peter, wondering how he was doing. You felt horrible for leaving Peter alone so many times, and you wanted to apologize but you never had the chance to.

“You okay, Y/N?” Daniel confronted, noticing how your eyes were not watching the screen. You rapidly blinked, turning to look at Daniel before giving him a half-hearted smile.

“‘M fine, just thinking about Peter,” you honestly confessed, hoping that Daniel would further question you, wondering why you were so worried about Peter. Instead, he said the exact opposite.

“Meh, don’t worry about Parker right now. It’s just you and me, pretty girl.” You let out a frustrated sigh, to which Daniel didn’t pick up, and you mentally rolled your eyes, hating how Daniel always changed the topic whenever you would bring up Peter. If you knew that Daniel had this fuckboy persona, you never would’ve given him the time of day. You remained quiet and glued your eyes to the screen, hoping that Daniel wouldn’t notice your disinterest in the horrible movie he picked out. You faked a laugh as something ‘hilarious’ showed up on the screen, but then you felt your phone vibrate on the nightstand. You leaned towards the furniture, detaching your phone from the charger and unlocking your phone. MJ sent you a text; you assumed she sent you a photo of where they were at, but when you read the message, a frown settled on your face.

Peter is in his room right now, very upset. Do you think you could check up on him?

Without needing any more information, you turned off your phone and jumped out of the bed. You turned to look at Daniel, who paused the movie, and you gave him an apologetic look, hoping that he would understand what you were about to tell him.

“I’m sorry, Danny, but I just got a text from MJ. Peter is upset and I have to make sure he’s okay.”

“What?” Daniel responded in an annoying tone, hating that Peter, once again, was ruining his plans. “Are you serious right now? We’re watching a movie, you can’t just leave me here.”

You glared at Daniel, deeply despising the way he spoke to you, but you bit your lip, not wanting to argue back and forth. You slipped on your shoes and proceeded to ignore Daniel’s snarky attitude.

‘Daniel, I don’t get why you’re so mad. I’m checking up on one of my closest friends, what’s your fucking deal?” you snapped at him, causing Daniel to lean back in shock.

“My deal?” Daniel angrily repeated. “My deal is that you’re paying too much attention to him. We’re having a great time together, I just hate that Peter is getting in the way of that.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to believe that Daniel actually thought you were having a great time. The boy merely spoke about himself and nothing else, and you found him extremely boring. You let out a laugh, to which he didn’t like, but you didn’t give a fuck anymore. “Danny,” you started, “don’t try to control what I do. I’m leaving and that’s final.”

You angrily grabbed your phone, ignoring his protests and pleads, but just as you were about to open the door, the idiot had the nerve to open his mouth once again.

“Whatever, go run to Peter. But, I promise you this, he can’t show you a good time like how I can.”

You remained still, feeling your blood boil due to his vulgar comment. You were trying your hardest not to chuck your phone at his face, but instead, you turned around and gave him a smirk.

“I doubt that, Danny. From what I heard, you barely have four inches,” you retorted before opening the door and slamming it shut.

You mumbled curse words under your breath, wishing you could’ve smacked Daniel across the face, but Peter was your top priority. In a quick second, you were now standing in front of Peter’s door, and you anxiously knocked on it. Peter was pulled out of his thoughts once he heard someone knocking, and he got up off of his bed and walked towards the door, opening it halfway. To say the least, Peter was surprised to see you standing right in front of him, and he wondered why you were back so early. Judging by your irritated face, Peter knew something was on your mind and you wanted to get it off of your chest, so he moved to the side and fully opened the door. You walked inside, continuing to spew out profanities, but then you closed your mouth, remembering why you were here.

“Peter, is something bothering you? MJ told me you were upset,” you said, causing Peter to stiffen. Peter hoped that MJ didn’t tell you the real reason he was upset, but he remained quiet, wanting you to continue speaking. You walked towards the bed and plopped down, patting the empty spot next to you, signaling Peter to sit down. Peter obeyed, and you instantly leaned into him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“You can tell me anything, Peter. I’ll listen,” you remarked, hoping that Peter would tell you the truth. You hated seeing him sad, and you were willing to do anything to make him happy. Peter let out a big breath, slowly working up the courage to say what’s been on his chest for the past four years. You lifted your head, shifting your body so that you were now fully facing him. You watched as a shaky Peter was fidgeting with his fingers.

“You want me to be completely honest?” Peter timidly whispered, deciding that now was finally the time to say he’s had a crush on you since the moment he laid eyes on you. You nodded your head, eager to know the cause of his sorrows.

“Yes, of course, Pete,” you replied, getting anxious by the second as Peter was stalling time. Peter bit his lower lip, not knowing how to perfectly form his emotions into words, but when he opened his mouth, everything came spewing out.

“I’ve been in love with you since the day I saw you, and I made this very tedious plan to confess my feelings for you while we were on this trip - but then fucking Daniel ruined everything - and that’s the reason why I’ve been so moody. I was going to take you to various places in the city - and I even bought you a bracelet with our initials on it - but now that I’m saying it out loud, that’s kinda creepy and I’m sorry, and I’m rapidly speaking so I can run away from the inevitable - which is you turning me down because you don’t feel the same way.” Peter heavily panted as he finished his rant, but there was a long moment of silence as you stared at Peter with wide eyes.

“No fucking way,” you breathed out, unable to register what Peter was saying. All of this time, you thought that Peter didn’t like you, but when he finally admitted his feelings, you were completely taken aback. Holy fuck, you thought to yourself, Peter loves me. Peter loves me.

“I know, I know-,” Peter sorrowfully replied, rubbing his forehead, hurt that you were ridiculing him because of the way he felt about you. “It’s hilarious that a guy like me thinks that he can get with a girl like you. Hahaha, but it hurts, Y/N, I have feelings an-”

“Peter,” you interrupted him, moving closer until you were inches away from his face. Peter closed his mouth, feeling his heart rapidly beat in his chest as he began to cherish every feature on your face; his heart felt like it was going to explode due to the lack of distance, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you loved the effect you were having on Peter. You delicately placed your hands on his chest, and you discreetly remained calm, despite you being able to feel how strong his chest was.

“I love you, too” you heartedly declared, anxiously smiling as you waited for Peter to respond. You watched the corner of his lips curve upwards, and you lovingly stared into Peter’s eyes, noticing the crinkles around his eyes become more prominent when he grinned, and you absolutely adored it. He was like a ray of sunshine, his smile was more than his mouth; it was his voice and his words, and it was utterly beautiful.

His eyes briefly widened, but then they became soft as he now watched your cheeks turn pink like a spring tulip.

“Are you like, serious? You’re not messing with me right now?” Peter managed to say, unable to accept that the girl of his dreams just told him she liked him. You let out a slight chuckle, running your hands up until they peacefully rested on Peter’s neck; you slowly leaned your forehead against his, deeply staring into his eyes.

“I’m a hundred percent serious, Peter. I love you so fucking much.” You drew Peter towards you as much as you could, and in the first second, he inhaled your enticing scent. It smelled pleasant, light, and refreshing - there was a slight hint of fruitiness, but it wasn’t overbearing nor masking your natural scent. The next second, your lips are on Peter’s, and he openly invites you into his arms. For such a long time, Peter kisses you with such delicately and tenderness, and you didn’t want to pull away. This felt right, and you knew that Peter felt the same way. Peter was your perfect guy, and you were going to make sure he knew that every single day of his life until the day he dies.

Peter departs his lips from yours, despite you moaning for more, and he takes a moment to lovingly stares into your eyes, gingerly holding your face in his hands. Your eyes sparkled with delight, and if Peter could, he would freeze this moment forever, never wanting to move forward. Although Peter’s plans didn’t go the way he wanted it to, the outcome was, nonetheless, just as beautiful as he imagined it.

“Kiss me again, Peter,” you quietly demanded.

Peter leans into your touch, finding your lips once again - but then something inside of you changes. The soft tender kiss turned into a vicious, needy make-out session. The sweet, timid, and friendly girl Peter used to know was completely gone and was now replaced with a rough and aroused one. You gradually climbed onto Peter’s lap as you hungrily kissed him, and you feel a patch of wetness drip onto your underwear as your tongues fight for dominance. Peter is so enticed on kissing you that he fails to notice one of your hands firmly grasping his cock through his pants. The sudden touch causes Peter to ripple out a low groan, and you smile into the kiss, content that you were able to make Peter wither from just a single touch.

You repeat the same noise at a higher pitch as Peter roughly rubs your ass, disconnecting his lips before attacking your neck. You throw your head back in utter bliss, granting Peter more access, and you feel a bruise form as Peter continues to suck on a particular spot. While one hand is stroking Peter’s enormous cock, the other hand snakes its way under his shirt; another moan comes out of Peter’s mouth, and you loved hearing it.

In a blink of an eye, Peter’s shirt is on the ground, and yours follows as well. You push him down against the bed, and you seductively crawl towards him until you’re straddling his waist.

Your lips reconnect once more, and Peter’s fingers manage to unclasp your bra, which he recklessly tosses to the ground. “Peter,” you moaned in delight as his hands raked over your exposed chest, firmly gripping your breasts. Just as Peter is about to place his lips on your sensitive bud, a loud banging on the door prevents him from doing so. You let out a gasp, frightened at the sound, but then you hear the voice yell.

“Open up, Parker!” Daniel angrily announced, continuing to slam his fist on the door. “I know Y/N is in there! We need to talk.” You and Peter stare at each other, not knowing what to do, but then you vividly remembered Daniel’s words. I promise you this, he can’t show you a good time like how I can. A smirk grows on your face as you think of an elaborate and mischievous plan. Oh, you were going to prove him wrong. As Daniel kept screaming, demanding you to come out of the room, Peter became exasperated, completely annoyed that Daniel was ruining your intimate moment. Finally, Peter lets out an irritated groan, but just as he’s about to move you to the side so he can answer the door, you place your hands on his chest.

“Don’t move, I have an idea,” you say with a sly smug, but before Peter can ask you what your plan was, you let out a loud, compelling, and pornographic moan.

“Oh, God! Peter!” you yelled in pure ecstasy, grabbing your breasts in the process to keep you riled up. “Don’t stop! Keep going, baby.” The banging immediately stops, and you mentally give yourself a pat on the back, knowing that on the other side of the door, Daniel was extremely jealous, embarrassed, and frustrated. Peter’s eyes widen in shock at your reaction, but he’s ultimately aroused once more, loving how you wanted Daniel to know that he was fulfilling your sexual desires.

Peter disregards Daniel’s presence and attaches his lips on your nipple, causing you to loudly sigh in bliss as Peter sucks on it. The fake moans you were forming were now real, and you held Peter’s head in your chest as his finger roughly rubbed the other nipple.

“Fuck-” you loudly whined, unintentionally rubbing yourself on Peter’s crotch. A hefty groan comes out of Peter, and he detaches his lips from your breasts, easily lifting you up with one hand while the other begins to undo his pants. You mirror his actions, doing the same to your pants, tossing your bottoms and underwear to the floor. Peter wiggled out of his pants and boxers, his cocks twitching and springing up as your exposed core slowly rubbed itself on his shaft. You can already see the pre-cum forming at the head, and you eagerly lick your lips, wanting to wrap your mouth around his member.

Suddenly, Peter grabs you by the waist and flips you over so that he’s on top. As you expect him to unleash all of his strength onto you, Peter delicately kisses you, as if he’s afraid he’ll break you. While his touches send shivers down your spine, melting your heart, you’re impatient, wanting more. You softly push him away, and for a moment, Peter thinks he’s done something wrong.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” Peter anxiously asked, scanning your face to see if he could detect what was bothering you. You bit your lip in anticipation, petrified that if you said what was on your mind, it would ruin the mood. A million reasons swirled around his mind and he feared that he’s gone too far; he assumed you didn’t feel comfortable anymore to continue your sexual activities. What Peter failed to realize was that you didn’t regret anything. “Tell me, baby,” Peter reassured you, placing light kisses on your face and neck. You cave into his touch, and you feel your muscles relax.

“I want you,” you started off, raking your fingers across his chest. “But, I need rough sex, Peter,” you needily whimpered, biting your lip in the process, causing Peter to lean back, his eyes widening. “Please, fuck me as hard as you can. I want Daniel to know how good you’re fucking me.”

You intently stare at Peter’s face, scared that he was going to say no, but then you notice his pupils dilate, his eyes darkening as he listened to your words. The mere mention of Daniel’s name caused Peter to shake from rage, but then something switched inside of Peter, and a huge grin spread across his face.

“Damn Y/N,” Peter replies, biting his lower lip. A small moan escapes Peter’s mouth as he realizes what you’re asking of him, and he absolutely loves it; Peter feels his cock twitch from excitement as he repeated your words over and over again in his mind, and it drove him insane. Peter couldn’t believe it; here he was, thinking you were going to be an innocent girl, but oh no - he was wrong, and boy did he love it. Peter bit his lip in hunger, his eyes taking in your body once more. The thought of mercilessly pounding into you without anything stopping him caused more pre-cum to leak out of his cock, and Peter was more than prepared to grant you what so deeply desired.

“As you wish, darling.” Peter peppered kisses against the nape of your neck and before you know it, Peter firmly grabs you by the neck. You let out a soft gasp at his sudden change of behavior, but then a whimper escapes out of you as Peter crashes his lips onto yours, and you allow him to take full control.

“Fuck Peter.” You moan as you buck your hips up, needing him to be inside of you. You were becoming impatient, but Peter darkly chuckled as he brought his face close to yours.

“Oh no baby,” he scolds, a smirk forming on his face. “I’ll be inside you when I want to. You understand?” You feel as if you’re about to cry out in pain and pleasure, but you’re willing to do anything for Peter. You frantically nod your head, hoping it will satisfy Peter.

Peter’s grip got tighter, unhappy that you didn’t verbally respond. “You better speak right now or I swear, I’ll tease you until you’re a crying mess.”

“Yes, Peter. I understand, baby,” you affirmed as Peter hummed in satisfaction. Peter slowly released the tight grip he had before rummaging through the nightstand. Peter pulls out a condom but before you even have time to ask him where he got it, he tears it open with his mouth and puts on the safety. Without any warning or hesitation, Peter roughly turns you around, your chest pressed down against the bed. You immediately understand what he wants, and you quickly get on all fours, laying your head on the pillow and perking your ass up, giving Peter a complete view of your core. Peter groans at the sight as you flirtatiously wiggle your bare ass in front of him, and he leans back to admire the view for a short moment.

“Look at you,” he seductively whispered, causing you to become even more aroused as his words drip out of his mouth like sweet honey. “All ready for me, such a good girl.”

Suddenly, Peter slams into you, and you let out the loudest noise you’ve ever made, finally satisfied that he was inside you. However, Peter doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust to his large size, but you cry out in frustration, wanting him to pound into you mercilessly. You attempt to move, but Peter roughly grabs your hips, refraining you. Peter lets out a heavy exhalation, absolutely melting into you as he felt your pretty folds swallow him up. It was majestic.

“Shit,” Peter mutters, “You’re so tight, Y/N.” Peter slowly begins to move, but in an instant, his pace starts to accelerate. Peter pounds into your cunt; it was ruthless, exhilarating, and animalistic, and you rolled your eyes in utter pleasure, your mouth hanging open.

You’re a writhing mess, spelling out incoherent words as Peter tightly held onto your waist and slammed into you. You knew there was going to be bruises due to his death grip, but the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you made you totally forget. The slight pain was gone as pleasure overstimulated your body, and you arched your back in response, repeating Peter’s name. You clamped onto the sheets for dear life, your head laying on the pillows, your sounds being muffled. The sound of skin slapping echoed around the room, and Peter gasps and curses, becoming a panting mess as he doesn’t intend on stopping anytime soon.

Peter grabs a handful of your hair, forcing your head off the pillow, and your moans become louder. “That’s right,” Peter reassured, releasing your hair and moving his hand towards your neck. “Scream for me, baby. Let him know who’s fucking you this good.”

“Ah, Peter! Faster, please! Ohh fuck Peter, shit!“ you scream, holding onto his arm for support.

“Can Daniel fuck you like this?” Peter asked, digging his knees deeper into the bed and moving his hips at a faster rate. Peter’s cock was stretching you out, and you were loving every minute of it.

“No! Peter -Shit!- only you can! Only you can make me feel like this.” You cry out in pleasure, your hair sticking to your sweaty back and chest. Peter groans in satisfaction, your words encouraging him to move faster.

“Exactly, you’re fucking mine - all mine.” Your walls contract around him at his words, and Peter feels a familiar feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. He detaches himself from you, pulling out for a brief moment before forcing you to lay on your back. Peter’s hand gingerly returns to your waist, savoring this moment. Both of you heavily pant as you stare into each other’s eyes, and Peter leans in, passionately kissing you.

“Shit Peter!” you squeal in shock as you feel his cock enter you without hesitation, your nails clutching onto his contracting muscles.

“Whose pussy is this?” Peter grunted, fully slamming his cock into your pussy. A high pitch scream comes out of your mouth but you’re unable to form coherent words, completely discombobulated. Peter’s cock perfectly fills you up, and you desperately stare into his eyes, digging your sharp nails in his back. “I said,” Peter angrily repeated, tightly squeezing your neck. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” you mewl as you began to feel a knot form in your stomach.

“That’s right, baby,” Peter asserted, sweat trickling down his face, chest, and back. You closed your eyes, completely aroused by Peter’s rough side, and Peter couldn’t help but trace over your body. He admired the way your breasts bounced as he pounded into you, the way your face contorted in total ecstasy, and the way your hair was a mess - a mess that he made from fucking you so good.

“I’m so close, baby -Fuck I’m s-so close-“ You feel the knot get stronger. Peter continues to thrust into you, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Peter’s fingers find its way to your clit, rapidly rubbing circles, and you let out a whine.

“Come for me, darling. Come all over my cock,” Peter coaxed you, his words sending you over the edge. Your hands grip onto his arms for dear life as you let out a throat-ripping moan, your body shaking in the process. Peter comes right after you, his hands resting beside your head, firmly clutching onto the sheets as he, too, let out a groan. Peter’s body collapses onto yours, and your fingers find its way to the curls at the back of his head, burying themselves in his smooth hair. For a while, the room goes silent, and all you can hear are the heavy pants coming out of your mouths. Peter is still inside you, but you don’t mind at all. Peter’s body slowly rises and falls as he comes down from his high, and his hands cradle your face; Peter leaves a sloppy yet passionate kiss, and once again, you melt into his arms.

You whimper as you feel Peter’s member pull out, and you watch as Peter wobbly stands up to throw away the condom. You intently stare at his chest as he walks back to you, and you notice the fresh scratch marks you left. You feel your cheeks turn red, but Peter gives you a soft smile, mentally telling you that it was fine. Finally, Peter gets back into bed and pulls the covers over your bodies. Your turn to lay on his side, lovingly gazing into his eyes.

“Wow,” was all you managed to say, “That was fucking amazing.” Peter lets out a chuckle, becoming flustered as you continued to praise him.

“Do you think Daniel heard?” you wondered, softly rubbing Peter’s chest.

“I think the whole floor heard,” Peter truthfully responded, scratching the back of his head. You lightly laugh at his comment, your eyes glistening with joy, before pressing a tender kiss on Peter’s lips. Good, you thought to yourself, now everyone knows how great Peter is at sex.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked. “Did I hurt you?” Your heart melted in your chest as you realized how worried Peter was. You shook your head, easing him. “I’m fine, Peter.” However, the dryness of your throat made it hard for you to speak, and Peter knew that you needed something to drink.

“Let’s get you something to drink, there’s a vending machine right out the door,” Peter offered, to which you accepted. You were desperately craving water, but you also fancied a small snack to munch on. Peter and you got out of bed -despite how sore your bodies were - and you instinctively bent down and grabbed your underwear and Peter’s shirt. Peter felt an enormous grin grow on his face as he watched you, and you returned the smile when you felt his eyes on you.

You walked towards the door with nothing but his shirt and underwear whereas Peter was only wearing his boxer shorts; just as you opened the door and stepped out of the room, with Peter right behind you, your eyes landed on Daniel, who, as well, opened your hotel door the exact moment you did. Daniel tightly clutched his book bag, but as he turned around to head down the hallway, his eyes found yours. He deeply stared, noticing how your makeup was smeared, your hair was tangled, and Peter’s chest was covered with scratches and bruises.

You broke eye-contact, your face expressionless, as you turned to the left, heading towards the vending machine that was feet away from where you stood.

Peter bitterly glared down Daniel, but then Peter mirrored your movements, leaning against the machine. Peter took notice of how Daniel was glued to the floor, and Peter flared his nostrils, disliking how Daniel continued to gawk at you.

Yet, Peter didn’t mind that you were only wearing his t-shirt in the middle of the hallway. He knew Daniel had a perfect view of your ass, which was barely covered by the thin fabric, but Peter didn’t care because he knew that the moment you entered his hotel room, he was going to relentlessly fuck you again until you couldn’t walk anymore. As you were still deciding what snack to choose from, Peter slightly turned his head to the side, a smug expression cemented on his face as he watched Daniel awkwardly stand in front of your door. Daniel’s face was bright red, most likely due to his rage of knowing what you and Peter were doing, but Peter remained unbothered, rejoicing that he was able to rile up Daniel with so much ease.

Peter sent a coy wink to Daniel as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his arms and placing sloppy kisses on your exposed neck while still holding eye-contact with Daniel. You leaned your head back, exposing more skin for Peter, knowing fully well of what he was trying to do. However, you didn’t object at all. A pool of your wetness started to drip onto your underwear, and you softly let out a discreet moan as Peter’s hand tightly clutched your ass. You loved how Peter was gloating to Daniel, reveling in the fact that you were Peter’s and only his. Your lips curved upwards as you heard Daniel let out a huff of frustration, mumbling incoherent words as he stormed down the hallway.

Once Daniel was gone, you wrapped your arms around Peter’s neck, your fingers delicately playing with the strands of his hair as a giggle escaped from your lips. You placed a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away.

“You’re such an ass,” you joked, shaking your head as you divert your attention back to the vending machine. Peter shrugged his shoulders, not caring that Daniel was probably going to cry in his room, knowing you slipped away from his fingers. “Asshole deserves it,” Peter blankly declared. You bit your lip in frustration, your eyes glancing at the snacks before Peter rested his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist once again.

“C’mon baby,” Peter seductively whispered. His hands discreetly snuck underneath your shirt and his fingers started to play your nipples, slowing pitching them in the process. You let out a soft gasp, shocked that Peter had the courage to do this in the hallway, but then you felt yourself become aroused, ready to start round two. “We still have a few hours before everyone comes back,” Peter murmured, biting your earlobe in the process.

You let out a big sigh. “Screw it,” you said, quickly forgetting about the snack and grabbing Peter’s hand. Peter bit his lip, a devious smirk forming on his lips as you dragged him back to the room, eager to continue your previous activity.

Despite Peter’s plan not going accordingly, he was’t complaining. To say the least, Peter was fully satisfied, especially after the several rounds he had with you.

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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5, 8, 12, 23, 24, flirty asks!

5. How long do you need to know someone before you can develop feelings for them?

I think it depends? There’s that quote that’s all “someone can mean more to you in two weeks than someone else in two years” so it can definitely vary. I do definitely hold back if it’s a romantic situation, because i know how people can hide their true selves/their bad side doesn’t come out right away, but it depends on the person i guess?

8. What’s something romantic you wish someone would do for you?

Show up with flowers for no reason. Like, guys, it’s that fucking easy. I like pretty things, they don’t have to be expensive pretty things. My ex used to always pick up a thing of Reese peanut butter cups for me whenever he stopped to buy smokes on the way to my place (he was the smoker…not me lol) and it always made me happy lol.

12. How do you show affection?

Physical affection. And also just the little things like I’ll be at Starbucks and be all “i bet Katie would love it if i picked her up a refresher too…” so I’ll do it.

23. Describe a time you won someone over with flirting?

Omg. This is lowkey nsfw, and not really flirting, but one of the actors in the show and i had been hooking up, my other female friend wanted to join, but the actor’s family was all in the bar afterwards and even after a couple of hours he was still “i should really stay” her & i in turn went “but we have daddy issues” *pout* and he instantly was all “get in the car”

24. Describe a time someone won you over with flirting?

Lord….it’s been so long i cannot remember lolololol

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thestarsaroundyourscars · 5 years

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Reddie 75 and 87 pleaseee :)

Thank you for the prompt. Here it is!

75. “We may be soulmates, but that does not mean you can just waltz in here like you own the place! I could have been naked or something!”

87. “What? Sorry–I didn’t hear you. I was too busy getting lost in your eyes. Ow! What? I was just trying to seduce you!”

Eddie pushed open the door to the cinema, welcoming the feeling of the cool air from the AC against his skin after walking all the way there in the hot summer air. The place was empty except for one person wiping the concession stand distractedly. That person looked up as soon as Eddie walked in, dropping the rag to adjust his glasses.

“Eds my love!” Richie said, flashing him a huge grin.

“Hi Rich.” Eddie said. He had long ago given up on trying to get Richie to not to call him any of that, even if it still made his cheeks pink up every time.

“How was the arcade?” Richie asked, his task abandoned, his attention now solely on Eddie. “I wish I could’ve gone with you guys.“

Bill and Eddie went to the arcade earlier that day. They had asked Richie to join them and he would’ve, if he didn’t have a shift at the cinema.

That was probably the only thing Richie didn’t like about his summer job ⎯missing plans with his friends. The free candy, the free tickets and the money, even if it wasn’t much, almost made up for it.

Having Eddie visit him did too, he would often say.

He did it all the time, visiting Richie. When the rest of the losers were busy or simply when he wanted to be out of the house, he would hang at the cinema and keep Richie company. Sometimes Richie would sneak him into movies if his supervisor wasn’t around or slip him a candy bar or a bucket of popcorn for free and if the place was really empty Richie would sometimes join him and they would watch a movie together and talked as loud as they liked.

"It was good.” Eddie said, then grinned. “I beat Bill’s ass at street fighter and he had to pay for my ice cream.”

“That’s my Eds.” Richie said with a proud grin. Eddie’s cheeks flared up against his will. “You deserve a treat, pick anything you want.”

“You know what I want."

Richie grinned, reaching for a package of Reese’s cups, Eddie’s favorite. He slid it over the counter with a wink. "I always know what you want Eds."

Eddie rolled his eyes, unwrapping the candy and biting on it. He ignored Richie’s comment. "Slow day?"

"More like fucking dead. You’re the third person to walk through those doors since I got here.” Richie groaned. In slow days like this, time seemed to pass even slower. “Are you here to see a movie?"

Eddie shook his head, munching on his chocolate. "When Bill left I played a few more games but that got boring really fast so I thought I’d stop by.”

Richie offered Eddie a bright, smug smile. “Are you saying that I entertain you Eds?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, a smile threatening to break. “You amuse me at best.”

Richie grinned, pleased. “I’ll take that.” He said. “I’m really glad you came. I was one second away from bouncing off the walls.”

Eddie snorted, that didn’t come as a surprise. If he didn’t have anything to do, Richie tended to get antsy. “At what time do you get off?”

“Whenever you want baby.” Richie said with a leer.

“Shut up.” Eddie said with an eye roll, taking a step away from the counter. “I’m leaving.”

“No! No Eds, come on.” Richie said, reaching for Eddie over the counter. “I don’t think I’ll make it if you leave. I’ll die of boredom.”

Eddie chuckled at his friend’s dramatics, not planning to leave at all. “Fine but only because I don’t have anything better to do.”

At that moment two girls walked in, tickets in hand and headed for the concession stand. Eddie recognized them from school, they were one or two years younger than them and they were obviously checking Richie out, giggling at his stupid jokes and whispering to each other when he had his back turned to them while filling up their popcorn bucket. Eddie tried not to glare but he only relaxed when the girls paid and left to go see their movie.

When they disappeared behind the curtain, Richie was back with Eddie in an instant, leaning over the counter towards him and poking at the crease between Eddie’s eyebrows. “Don’t frown so much Eds, you’ll get wrinkles.”

Eddie schooled his features, blushing at being caught glaring at the girls, luckily for him Richie didn’t ask him what that was about. His arms were crossed over the counter and he was staring at Eddie intently, it made him fidget under his stare. “You⎯ uh. You didn’t tell me at what time your shift ends.” He asked, but Richie just stared at him with a funny look that Eddie couldn’t quite decipher. “Richie?”

“What? Sorry- I didn’t hear you.” Richie said, with a slight frown then he grinned and winked at Eddie. “I was too busy getting lost in your eyes.” Eddie reached over the register to swat at Richie’s head, while trying to will his cheeks to go back to their usual color. “Ow! What? I was just trying to seduce you!"

Eddie rolled his eyes with a sigh. "You know Richie, if you put half the effort you put in trying to seduce me,” He said sarcastically and making air quotes with his fingers, “In flirting with girls like the ones who were just here instead, you might actually get a date.”

“Yeah, maybe except that I don’t want to date those girls, I want to date y⎯” Richie cut himself off but not fast enough. Eddie stared at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “I mean⎯ uh. Hey, look, we’re almost out of⎯ uh. Gummy worms. I’ll be right back.” Richie rambled before disappearing into the backroom.

Eddie stared at him and then at the door once it swung shut. His mind was going a mile a minute trying to make sense of what had just happened. There was no way Richie was about to say you as in I don’t want to date those girls I want to date you as in I want to date you Eddie. He was probably going to say your mom or something like that. Yeah, that made more sense. Except why would he stop himself or flee if that was all he was going to say?

“What the fuck?” Eddie muttered under his breath before ducking under the counter and following Richie, storming to the backroom. He needed to know how Richie planned to finish that sentence.

He pushed the door open and it slammed against the wall, startling Richie who didn’t look like he had been looking for gummy worms but actually pacing around the small room, biting his nails. “Eds!” He said, voice coming out strangely high pitched. “Dude, we may be soulmates, but that does not mean you can just waltz in here like you own the place. I could have been naked or something.” He said with a laugh but it came out strained.

Whatever Eddie had been planning to say died in his throat and he arched an eyebrow at Richie as the door swung shut behind him. “Soulmates? Richie what⎯ and why would you be naked in here? That makes no sense!”

Richie simply shrugged. “This backroom has seen a lot of things Eds and so have I, you don’t wanna know.”

Eddie opened his mouth to ask but thought better of it, shaking his head. “Whatever.” He said, he gave Richie a pointed look. “What was that back there?”

“What was what Eds?”

“Don’t play dumb with me Richie. What you said back there⎯” Richie gave him an innocent look and Eddie let out a frustrated groan. “You said you didn’t want to date those girls and then⎯ what were you going to say then?”

Instead of answering Richie looked at the door, his only way out looking like he wanted to make a run for it. Eddie planted himself in front of the door, blocking him. Richie sighed, “Fuck.”

Eddie’s expression softened when he saw that Richie actually looked nervous and he approached him carefully, slowly. “Rich.”

“I was going to say I wanted to date you, not them.” Richie muttered under his breath but Eddie understood perfectly. He gulped, the hand that had been moving to touch Richie’s shoulder freezing in the space between them. “That’s why I flirt with you and not them. I mean I flirt with them a little I guess but not⎯ not like I do with you.”

“You⎯” Eddie frowned, genuinely confused. “Wait, you flirt with me? Like, for real?”

Richie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Pretty much since I met you Eddie, thanks for noticing.”

“But that was just you being you. Joking.”

“Yeah, no. I meant every word.” Richie said, hand hanging from his neck.

“What the fuck?” Eddie muttered under his breath, distraught. How did he miss that?

Richie grimaced, stepping away from Eddie. “Listen you don’t⎯ we don’t have to talk about this we can just forget this happened and⎯”

“Shut up. I’m not⎯”

“Mad? You seem pretty mad.”

“I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at me for missing this.” He said, gesturing between them.

“Okay?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Eds I don’t know how I could be more obvious buddy. I just figured you didn’t feel the same way because you never said anything and⎯” His words were cut off by Eddie taking two long strides towards him and pulling him down by his neck, bringing their lips together. The angle was slightly off and he ended up pressing his mouth against Richie’s bottom lip and chin but he hoped it was enough to get the message across. Once Richie processed said message, he cradled Eddie’s face in his hands and angled his head right and then they were finally kissing, for real. They only broke apart when someone rang the bell on the concession stand, the sound traveling through the door to their ears.

They stared at each other, blinking. “I⎯ I should get out there.” Richie said and Eddie nodded. “My shift ends in less than an hour though. Maybe⎯ if you want to wait, we can get dinner together? After?”

“Okay.” Eddie said and the bell chimed again. “Go, before they come here looking for us.”

“I’ll let you know when the coast is clear.” Richie said opening the door just a crack, blocking Eddie from view. Before slipping through, he turned to face Eddie one more time. “In case it wasn’t clear, I meant it was a date.”

Eddie’s face broke into a grin. “I know Rich.” He said. “And the answer is still yes.”

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stevesnailbat · 4 years

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drinking a little too much eggnog and confessing their feelings | steve harrington

twelve prompts of christmas: day five

warnings: underage drinking, plenty of fluff

word count: 1.3K

a/n: gif is not mine!! credit to the owner, i found it on google again :)

tags: @charmed-asylum

“What are you doing tonight?” Steve’s voice came through the phone.

“I’m watching Christmas movies by myself currently.” Y/N laughed, twirling the cord of the phone between her fingers. “That’s probably what I’ll do all night since my parents are gone.”

“I thought your friend was coming over?” he implored.

“She’s going to that party in your neighborhood tonight. I thought that’s what you were doing too?” she asked, laying back on the couch as she spoke.

“Not me. I think you’re thinking of your other best friend.” he chuckled, she could almost see the smirk on his face through the phone as she scoffed at his remark. “Tell you what, I’ll bring over some snacks and we can watch the rest of those movies you planned on watching together.”

“Steve, you don’t have to entertain me. Really, I’m fine —“

“I’ll be over in fifteen minutes.” he said before hanging up, leaving her rambling to a dial tone.

She sighed loudly as she hung up the phone, shaking her head at his persistence. Steve truly meant well, but he had no idea what he was doing to her. She was madly in love with her best friend and he didn’t help the situation. He always comforted her, went out of his way to talk to her, even jokingly flirted with her occasionally.

It all seemed so innocent at first, until she realized she was in too deep. She was used to the unrequited feelings, but she didn’t want to accidentally show him how she really felt. So, she decided that the best way to cope would be to be drunk when he came, which definitely was the wrong decision. She dug through her packed fridge after the phone call, finding the carton of spiked eggnog she had somehow successfully hidden in the back a week ago. It was supposed to be for her Christmas party later in the month, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Steve!” she exclaimed with the carton in hand when she opened the door, obviously not taking much for her to feel a little tipsy and a little bolder than usual.

“Hey, are you drinking?” he chuckled, raising his eyebrows questionably as she hid the carton behind her back.

“I would never! This is just regular eggnog, silly.” she joked, pulling him inside by the wrist. “I just put on A Christmas Story, come on!”

Steve followed her to the living room and set some grocery bags on the coffee table. As soon as she saw them, she dug through them until she found what she wanted: chocolate chip cookies and Reese’s cups.

“You know me too well, Stevie.” she giggled as she sat down next to him with the snacks, making his heart flutter at the nickname.

She didn’t know it, but he felt the same way about her. He tried to get close to her so she would get his hints, but obviously he wasn’t doing a good enough job. She told him constantly about how he was such a good friend, making him deterred from coming on to her again. But every time he thought she thought of him as just a friend, she would come back at him with slight flirtation to make him fall in love all over again.

After getting lost in thought for a moment, he snapped out of it and grabbed the eggnog she had left on the coffee table to take a drink of it. The look on her face was like he had just shot a puppy in front of her when he grabbed the carton. She snatched it back, taking a long drink of it as she continued to lock eyes with him.

“This is mine! Should’ve brought your own.” she mumbled, a small smile playing on her lips as she tried to stay serious.

“You’re gonna be drunk in two more sips, lightweight.” he joked, reaching for the carton again with a grin on his face that melted her heart. “We can split it, right?”

“I guess so. You owe me though, Steve.” she giggled, letting go of the eggnog as he took it.

Neither of them could really focus on the movie on the screen, their minds were elsewhere. To distract themselves, they talked about the holidays and memories from when they were kids.

“Do you remember that time your mom made you kiss me on the cheek for a picture when we were like eight?” Steve laughed, watching the girl in front of him finish off the carton.

“Yes! She thought it was the cutest thing ever and so did your mom.” she said, laughing loudly at the thought of them as kids.

Her laughter was cut off by a hitch of her breath in her throat, thinking about what it would be like to actually kiss Steve. The thoughts of the kiss swirled through her drunk mind as she tried to build her courage. She couldn’t think of the words to say, but she kept her mouth open like she was about to speak again.

“What?” Steve asked, his smile fading as hers did too.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again.” she said meekly.

“Doing what again, exactly?” he questioned, his tipsy brain unable to keep up with the conversation.

“Kiss you.”

“It was just a kiss on the cheek.”

“I know, I want to do it again. But on the lips.”

“Y/N, you’re kinda drunk—“

“A drunk mind speaks a sober heart, Stevie.” she retorted, smiling up at him from across the couch for a moment before it faltered quickly as a deep blush spread across her cheeks. “Never mind, you’re right I’m just drunk and stupid. Forget I said anything.”

“What? No, I didn’t say you were stupid, Y/N.” Steve said, reaching over to her hand as she looked away.

“It’s okay, Steve. I’m being dumb, forget I said anything.” she replied with a shake of her head, pulling her hand away from his as she started to pick up the things on the table in front of them. “Do you want to pick out another movie?”

“No, I want to talk about what you just said.” he stated simply, grabbing her hands to stop her from picking more up. “You can talk to me, you know that right?”

“I don’t want to.” she snapped, moving his hands once more. “You don’t understand.”

“What if I do?” he insisted, following her as she stood up from the couch to go towards the kitchen. “You want to kiss me, that’s what you said. What if I want to kiss you too?”

“Shut up, Steve. You don’t have to pity me any—“ she started, but was cut off by Steve’s hand cupping her cheek as his lips pressed against hers in a soft kiss.

His lips were softer than she expected, but the kiss was perfect. The alcohol running through her veins made her bold enough to deepen the kiss for just a moment, letting his tongue slip past her teeth. When she realized exactly what she was doing, she pulled away. She couldn’t tell if he felt bad or if he did it because he wanted too, so it confused her.

“You didn’t have to do that.” she whispered, the blush on her cheeks growing redder, if it was even possible.

“I wanted to.” he said, thumb still grazing the skin of her cheek gently as she looked away. “I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk, either. It’s taken a lot out of me to hold back how I felt for this long, but you’ve been on my mind for a while.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him as she locked eyes with him once more.

He pulled her into another kiss, this one a bit more passionate. He wasn’t afraid of how she would react this time, he knew she felt the same about him when she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips felt like they belonged against his, like it was meant to happen.

“Like you said, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.”

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wildandsexyjacks · 5 years

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Maybe It’s a Chicago Thing

I know we’re way past halloween, but here’s Johnny (no The Shining pun intended) + #2 and #56 from this halloween prompts list requested by anon

Hope you like it!

Word Count: 1.9k

“Do I really have to go?” You ask, playing candy crush on your phone while you wait for your friend to finish her make-up.

“Yes!” she shouts from the bathroom of your shared apartment “You promised me, remember?”

You roll your eyes.

“It’s not like you’re gonna miss me, being too busy swallowing Ten’s face and all...”

She laughs and sticks her neck out to look at you through the open door.

“Y/N, come on, you used to love those parties! Is this about Jaehyun? Because that was, like, ages ago. I’m sure he doesn’t even remember it anymore. Probably no one does.”

You throw a cushion at her and even though she actually ducks, it doesn’t even reach the doorway, landing right in the middle of the living room.

“It was literally last halloween.”

She shrugs and turns back to the mirror.

“Just stay away from jello shots or try not to throw up on anyone’s shoe this time and you should be fine.” after applying a heavy coat of red lipstick, she comes out of the bathroom with her hands on her hips “How do I look?”

You squint at her outfit, uncertain.

“Like a stripper dressed up as a nun.”

You have no idea what her costume really is and the comment was supposed to make her mad, or at least a little annoyed, but your roommate smiles brightly instead.

“You know, that’s why we’re best friends. You just.... get me on a spiritual level. Are you ready?”

When you get to your old college friends’ place, the infamous House 127 known to host unforgettable parties, Yuta is at the door, dressed up as Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist. He’s hugging a bowl full of chocolates, surrounded by half a dozen whiny children in cute halloween costumes.

“Come on, little dudes!” he orders, keeping the bowl out of the kids’ reach “Ten push-ups each or no one gets candy.”

Your friend charges at Yuta and punches his arm then takes the bowl from him to give a chocolate bar to each one of the kids. They all thank her very politely and run off to the next house.

“It’s called trick-or-treating for a reason, idiot.” she mutters, handing the candy bowl back to Yuta “They’re supposed to threaten you, not the other way around.”

“And where’s the fun in that? All right, whatever.” he rolls his eyes and gestures at the door “Hello to you too Slutty Nun, nice to see you Jello Shot. Welcome to our house of tricks, ladies, please come in.”

You pass by your friend, bumping her shoulder. “No one remembers, huh?”

The living room is heavily decorated, with purple lighting and spiderwebs and bloodstains on the walls - hopefully fake, but you never know with these guys, Doyoung sometimes takes things a little too seriously. There’s a table with snacks of all sorts and a silver platter with an unholy amount of the jello shots you need to stay away from. There’s also a beautiful jar filled with red wine punch, ice cubes shaped like tiny skulls.

You’re about to go for the punch but your best friend’s boyfriend - Ten - intercepts the both of you, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Then he looks at you and frowns.

“Where’s your costume?”

You point at your black smudged eyeliner and the Chicago Bulls shirt like it should be obvious.

“I’m Pete Wentz.”

“She’s lazy.” your friend corrects “And didn’t even wanna come, can you imagine that?”

Ten, you notice, is wearing a sexy french maid costume, and he looks utterly ridiculous but incredibly funny at the same time.

“I’m actually glad I came, though, otherwise I’d miss this.” you point at his costume “You two really deserve each other.”

“Thank you. Donut?” he asks, offering one of the pastries on the tray he’s carrying as part of his costume.

You’re about to take one but a large hand grabs your wrist. You look around - and then up because he’s super tall - to find a man you’ve never seen before. He’s got brown hair falling in front of his eyes, amazingly beautiful cheekbones, broad shoulders, and looks really good dressed in a black button-up and a white lab coat.

“Don’t take it, it’s a halloween prank. He filled it with mustard instead of boston cream.” he explains.

You want to slap Ten, but the nice-looking stranger is still holding your arm, so you stretch your leg and kick him instead.

“WHAT THE HELL?”

The boy almost drops the tray, hopping on one foot with a pained expression.

“Ouch! Thanks a lot, Johnny.”

So that’s his name.

“Thank you... Johnny, right? Are you dressed up as a doctor?” You ask, looking at his lab coat. He turns completely to you, so you can see the rest of his costume. There’s a tiny Snoopy plushie in his pocket, and you raise your free hand to touch it. “Oh! A vet, then?”

Your roommate sighs.

“Wow, you didn’t even bother, John. Congratulations, you’re literally dressed up as yourself.” She complains. “I bet you even came straight from work.”

Johnny laughs.

“No. If I did, I’d be covered in Mr. Flufflestiltskin’s urine. Big boy was really happy to see me today.”

“Oh, I can’t wait for that demon cat to be adopted.” She rolls her eyes, then smiles, holding onto Ten’s arm with one hand and waving the other to get your attention “Johnny is Ten’s best friend. He’s volunteering at our animal shelter while the construction company is setting up his clinic, he just moved back from... Oh.” staring at your Bulls shirt, she tilts her head to the side, a weird look in her eyes “You guys have a lot in common. You both like sports and suck at halloween costumes... Maybe it’s a Chicago thing, he was born there too.”

You look up at Johnny, and he finally realizes he’s still grabbing your arm, quickly letting go with an embarrassed laugh. Ten and his girlfriend exchange a look you know can only mean trouble and make up a poor excuse to leave, abandoning you to Johnny’s care. He looks around, eyes darting in every direction, not knowing what to say.

“Um... Thank you for saving me.” You say again, just to break the ice. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“No problem.” He shrugs “In fact, you should be suspicious of pretty much everything from now on, the guys have a bet going on and whoever pranks more people gets a reese’s peanut butter cups box and a month free of any household chore obligation. Trust no one tonight.”

“Not even you?”

You frown, but he shakes his head.

“I don’t live here. Besides, I know all their plans, which makes me the safest person to hang out with right now.” offering his arm, he winks at you “Wanna get something to drink?”

There’s really not much to think of. Your friend ditched you to make out with her boyfriend somewhere in the house, the other boys would not hesitate to prank your scaredy-cat ass... And Johnny looks really good. He’s also very nice, with his soft velvety voice and broad shoulders and warm smile. And he looks really, really good.

You grab his arm and take him to the food table. He reaches for the jello shots, but you tell him a quick variation of your sad jello encounter from last year - not getting into gastrointestinal specifics because that’s not something you tell a cute guy you just met -, and after laughing for a whole minute he ends up filling two cups with punch, handing you one.

With a steady hand on your lower back, Johnny guides you to one of the couches, and you sit down side by side. He compliments your shirt and starts a conversation about Chicago, then sports, then your interests. It’s easy to talk to him, he has a nice voice when he talks and seems genuinely interested when it’s your turn to speak. And you do have a lot in common, indeed. You talk about music, movies, sports, not even noticing how much time has passed since your friend vanished with her boyfriend.

A few punch cups later, when your favorite Fall Out Boy song starts playing, you drag Johnny to the improvised dance floor adjacent to the back door. He’s surprisingly good at it as well, especially for someone as tall as him. It makes you wonder if there’s anything he’s bad at, and you ask him just that.

“Flirting,” he replies with a cute laugh. “I’ve been meaning to ask your number for...” he squints at his watch “over an hour now.”

You take a step forward.

“Oh, I suppose it’d be useful.” you joke, smiling “I mean, you’re a vet and I have a goldfish at home.”

He comes closer too, only a little bit, subtly resting one of his hands on your hip.

“It definitely would. Goldfish need special care, it’s very important to have a professional at hand.”

One more step closer.

“It is isn’t it?”

You’re already on your tiptoes, hands on Johnny’s shoulder, and he’s leaning in... Until Haechan comes from nowhere running like crazy and bumps into the both of you, completely ruining the moment and making you jump back.

“If anyone asks,” he goes, barely stopping to talk to you “you never saw me.”

And just like he came in, he goes out with no explanation whatsoever. You and Johnny look into each other’s confused eyes before bursting out laughing.

“What was that?” he asks mid-laugh, shaking his head.

“I have no idea. He’s probably in trouble, but it’s not our problem...” you reach for his hand, a little shy, and clear your throat “Where were we?”

He glances at you, chewing on his lower lip.

“I’m pretty sure you were about to kiss me.”

You avoid his gaze, biting back a smile.

“Really? I think I don’t remember that...” going against your words, though, you move into his personal space, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well, in that case...” with his hands on your waist, Johnny closes his eyes and leans in again “I was definitely about to kiss you.”

He does so, and it’s unlike any other kiss you’ve ever had before. Johnny pulls you closer, running his hands up and down your back as you thread your fingers through his hair.

“Mmhmm....” he hums after you break the kiss “Just like I imagined.” smiling, he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers “Come on, let’s get a drink.”

You move back to the table at the same time as Doyoung storms inside coming from the backyard, carrying a half-empty reese’s box that was probably meant for the bet and looking seriously pissed.

“Who ate all my candy?!!” He yells, poking random people on the dance floor, looking for the culprit “I WILL find out who did it and WILL kill everything they hold dear, whoever and wherever they are!”

Johnny laughs and squeezes your wrist to get your attention.

“Perhaps we should go somewhere else before he finds out the chocolate thief has left already and things get real ugly... Would you like to go grab something to eat?”

You nod in agreement, and the both of you head for the door, hand in hand and twin smiles on your faces.

The house really is one to host unforgettable parties. This time, however, you’re set to make good memories and you’re very glad you came.

Not nearly as good as I thought it’d be, but here it is. Happy belated halloween everyone, and thank you for requesting, anon!

#johnny seo #johnny suh #johnny scenarios #nct scenarios #nct fanfic #nct 127 #nct johnny

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pandaboyadvance · 4 years

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Chapter : S.N

September 15, 2019

It was a decent winter breeze, traffic moving in and out of the town, many faces coming in and out of my restaurant, old ones, new ones and even little ones. But one face stood out of the blue. she was wearing a gorgeous smile, with lovely hazel brown eyes, a sight that could put you in awe.

she sat down at a booth near the window, i came by and asked “can i get you anything to drink?”, She replied “ just water please” as i gave her the menu i went to go grab her drink.

I couldn't help but stare for a bit at her, someone so gorgeous and lovely. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I came back to her table and placed the glass of water down and asked “do you know what you like to order today?”.

She replied “one Kow piek (Kow Piek = laotian chicken noodle soup) please with extra lime”. I replied “i’ll put that order in for you.” (with a bright smile on my face). I walked away and put the order in for the cooks. Minutes passed by and i heard the ring of a bell, “ding ding” her order was done, i picked the bowl up and some utensils, then proceeded to walk to her table, i placed the bowl down in front of her and placed the utensils on the side.

I asked “did you need anything else today?” (with a gleaming smile across my face). She replied “just the extra lime”. I replied “im so sorry, let me go get that for you real quick”. She replied “okay”, i came back with the lime in a side dish and placed it next to her. i asked “did you need anything else?”. She replied “Nope, thank you!”.

Time went by and she was eating slow while surfing through her phone. In my head i said “she probably has a boyfriend don’t even think about trying anything”.

after a few minutes have passed she came up to the counter to pay for her food.

I said “the total will be $10.55, would you like to pay with cash or card?”. She replied “cash, please”. She gave a $20 and i gave her $9.45 back. I told her “have a nice day!” (with a big smile). She replied “thank you, you have a great day!”

the rest of the day was pretty slow. But the next day was something else!

September 16, 2019

it was another breezy day but it was slower than yesterday, i picked up my phone scrolling through Instagram when i noticed a familiar face. it was the beautiful girl from yesterday, i didnt want to follow at first but a few minutes later i followed her. She accepted within the first 15 minutes, she had a live stream going on a Q&A. So i proceed to ask her “do you ever think you will get another tattoo?”. She replied “hell yeah i am! i wanna finish this sleeve on my arm”

After that i closed the live and proceed to go on with my day, but then a notifications appeared on my phone, it reads “S.N wants to messaged you” i open my phone and she messaged me “What’s that sc tho” “she sends her snap”. I replied “ i gotchu girl”. we started talking here and there flirting back and forth, weeks went by. Christmas came along and i bought her some presents, wrapped up for our time out. we sat in an opening at a park where the moon light and street lights would hit perfectly and she proceed to open her gift and read her Christmas card, she almost started to cry but she stopped herself and said in her head “a bad bitch cant be emotional right now” she kept digging through her gifts to find chocolates (reeses peanut butter cups and Ferraro Rocher) than she came to find the smaller box within her bag of goodies, it opened up showing a small white bear in a tutu skirt with a sign that says “I love you”, underneath that small bear was two small boxes and set piece jewelry, a necklace that had a glass ball or rod in it, when light shines through it, the necklace projects “i love you” in 100 different languages and in the next box it had a bracelet with the same projection. she smiled and we kissed the night away.

#s.n #start of a chapter #love #cheesy as hell #our start

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cupidmarwani-archive · 5 years

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Soulmate (Reesker)

Summary: Ava never thought she had a soulmate.

WC: ~1.4k

Ava Bekker does not have a soulmate.

Everyone does, but not her. By the time they’re in their early twenties, they meet the love of their life, and the space of their first skin on skin contact blossoms into bright colors, a beautiful and permanent mark. Latham’s is bright blue on his cheek, the shape of a gentle kiss. Connor’s palms are completely charcoal grey from grabbing Halstead by the face and kissing him. Halstead’s marks are a bright pink, like a permanent flush. Every patient she’s operated on over the age of 21 has a mark somewhere on them.

But not her.

Ava’s fast approaching her thirties, and still, the only marks on her body are various moles, a handful of scars, and bruises that come and go. If she hasn’t found her soulmate by now, it must mean she doesn’t have one, and she’d like to pretend that it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t need someone else to make her feel complete. She’s her own person, and she can keep on saving lives and sipping merlot by herself in the dark for the rest of her life, and she’s happy enough.

“This better not be one of your sugar bombs,” she says as Connor hands her coffee. “I’m not drinking it if it has any syrup.”

He laughs and pats her on the back. “No, no. Black and unsweetened, just like you.”

“I take no offense to that.”

She sips, and it’s exactly what he promised. Thank God, she needs the coffee today and doesn’t have time to deal with that bullshit. But this means it’s on her next time, and she dreads having to recite his annoying order for the barista. Maybe they should stop this stupid custom of buying each other coffee, but she’s a creature of habit, and the idea of changing up her routine makes her feel like throwing up. So she’s a bit stuck here, and she supposes it’s not the worst thing.

“So. What are we looking at today?”

He passes her his chart. “I’m headed down for trauma service, so you’re gonna have to look after my patients.”

“My patients now, actually,” she corrects.

Connor rolls his eyes, but she knows he expected the quip anyhow. He wishes her luck, reminds her to page him if needed, and disappears into the elevator, leaving her to look into the charts from before she arrived. His hands were the same grey as always, and she knows it’s because he’s found happiness. All day, he’ll be flirting with Halstead in the ED, and she’s happy for him. Just because she’s alone doesn’t mean everyone should be. But it’s a painful reminder of the fact that Ava will never have that.

Each and every patient she checks in on is marked. Their hands, their arms, their chests. They’re known and loved, they have soulmates. Families. Ava ignores each mark to dull the ache in her chest and does her job, meticulous as always. There aren’t any surgeries scheduled, and no one gets rushed to her. All in all, the day is quiet, and she hates it. Quiet days leave her dwelling too heavily on her own thoughts.

But then her pager beeps. ED. She leaves everything with the nurse, says to call her if there’s an emergency, and rushes down. There’s no information until she gets down there, and she has no idea what shape the patient she’s about to see is in.

Connor’s in surgery, so she runs to the nurse’s station and hits her hands on the counter. “I was paged?”

“With Halstead in three,” Maggie answers.

She sprints to the correct room, where Halstead, his marks bright in the fluorescents, is talking to a beautiful young woman. She’s not wearing a gown, but slacks, a nice top, and a white coat. A doctor, but not in scrubs, and not in clear distress at the moment.

Ava raps lightly at the door frame. “You called?”

“Yeah.” She pulls gloves on and puts her stethoscope in her ears as he talks. “This is Dr. Reese-”

“Sarah,” Dr. Reese interrupts, out of breath.

Halstead shakes his head lightly, a fond smile on his face. “This is Sarah, she’s like a little sister to me.”

“I hate you.”

“Shh. She started having chest pain, and her blood pressure is a little high. I thought CT would be the most help, but Connor’s in the middle of pulling a bullet out of a teenager, so.”

“I’ve got it from here,” Ava says, and pats Halstead’s shoulder as he heads out, leaving her and Sarah alone. “I’m Ava.”

“The famous Dr. Bekker. I’m honored.”

Ava smiles and takes a look at what Halstead wrote. High blood pressure, high pulse, blood oxygen pretty decent. Chest pain rated at level four. Sudden onset, now having a little trouble breathing. Her guess would be heart as well, but she’ll want to ask some questions and take a closer look.

“So, Sarah, is it alright if I listen to your heart?”

“Go for it.”

She lifts up Sarah’s shirt carefully, and presses the cold metal of the stethoscope to her chest. Ava’s deliberate not to let her eyes settle somewhere unprofessional, so she allows her gaze to land on Sarah’s face. She’s gorgeous. Welcoming brown eyes, a sharp jaw, pink lips that look so soft and kissable. Whoever Sarah’s soulmate is must be so lucky, waking up to this every single day.

Everything is quiet except for the sound of Sarah’s heart. It looks steady on the monitor, but this close there’s a slight murmur. Normally nothing to be worried about, but short of breath, chest pain- not promising.

“How’s it sound?” Sarah asks.

Ava settles her stethoscope back around her neck. “You’ve got a bit of a murmur, I’d like to run some tests to find out the cause, especially since it seems to be bothering you.”

“How long will that take? I- I’m on the clock, I’m the ED psychiatrist, and I can work through some discomfort.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea until we know what the cause is.”

Sarah sits up straight and fixes her shirt, still struggling a little with her breath as she swings her feet over the side of the bed.

“I’m serious, it’s my medical opinion that you’re unfit-”

The second Sarah tries to stand up, her legs crumple under her and she grabs Ava’s arm for support. In that moment, everything changes. Her entire body feels like it’s frozen and on fire all at once, and her heart feels like it’s leaping out of her chest. She might scream, she doesn’t know. But as soon as she regains her senses, there’s a bright purple handprint on her arm and Sarah’s crumpled on the floor.

“I need help in here!”

Halstead rushes back in and helps her put Sarah back into bed, reattach her to the monitors and get her on oxygen. But Ava’s just looking at Sarah’s hand. It’s colored now, a soft grey-green-blue. She can’t breathe very well now herself. But she has to take care of Sarah, take care of her soulmate first. Ava can be a doctor, that she knows well, as she pulls up the railings on the side of Sarah’s bed.

“I want a full blood panel and to take a look at her heart.”

She doesn’t want Sarah to die, not when she’s just found her. And she tells herself that’s out of the realm of possibility because frankly, Ava’s a damn good doctor and she’s not going to lose a patient this important. She just needs to calm down a little and focus.

“Bekker.”

When she looks up at him, he points to her arm. To her new soulmate mark.Yes,thank you Halstead, she’s aware of the mark she thought she’d never get. But she can’t think about that when Sarah can’t even stand up, and is now trying to bat away Halstead’s attempts to put her on oxygen. This is her soulmate. Ava takes the oxygen mask from Halstead’s hands and cups Sarah’s face gently.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to put this on your face,” she says as carefully as possible. “It’ll help, I promise.”

Sarah looks her over, and her eyes zero in on the fresh soulmate mark, still hot to the touch. Then she stares at her own now marked hand. And she nods, relaxing a little into the bed as Ava secures the mask. Trusting. She trusts Ava because they’re destined for each other, and whatever happens next, it’s going to be okay.

#reesker #sarah reese #ava bekker #might fuck around and make a whole au for this #mine #fic #sm!au

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jay-wells-writes · 5 years

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Just Let me Love You (Ralph x reader) smut

ok so I have to give a shout out to @smutfornerds cause she gave me the idea for this story. I haven’t written for our stretchy boi and needed to get something out for him ASAP, so it was mama to the rescue!!!

I will say that I wrote this a lot faster then normal and I think it was because it just came to me and wouldn’t stop till it was done. When I reread through it all sounded good to me so that means it is probably full of mistakes. If so I am sorry!!

Rated: Mature

“Caitlin? What are you doing here so late?”

“Y/N!!!! What are you doing here?”

Laughing you walked over the where Caitlin had been sitting. Holding some paperwork up you set it down next to her and then took a seat.

“I had this for Iris and she told me to bring it down here and leave it for her. So what are you doing here so late?”

“Oh… I had some uh stuff to do and figured it would be better to do it when no one else was around. You know how the guys get when there is nothing going on and they are bored.”

Laughing you spun around in the chair. “No I hear you. I once had them come up and run around trying all of the hands on things. Even though it was a bit annoying I have to admit it had been really cute watching them interact with all the kids. Cisco is like a really big kid and he manages to teach them while making them laugh,”

“What about Ralph?”

Looking down at your lap you could feel as your cheeks turned red.

“What about Ralph?”

“It’s just I thought saw you flirting with him a couple of times. So I thought that you would have been watching him more then you would have Cisco.”

“Of course I watched him with the kids and I can’t help but fall for him even more. He is just a big kid himself and he is great with them, and every time we flirt I try to hint that I would like more; but he either ignores me or doesn’t feel the same way and just doesn’t want to tell me. So I think I am just going to let it go.”

“I wouldn’t do that! I mean, I would keep at him. He once told me that he wasn’t made for love and that he was destined to be only.”

“Why would he think something like that?”

“I wish I could tell you. I guess he doesn’t think he deserves it? I know it sounds stupid. I tried to tell him that it wasn’t true and that there was someone out there for him. I don’t think he believed me much.”

“Why do men have to be such a pain in the ass?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“So if you think I should keep at him what do you think I should do? I mean I have tried everything I could think of. Except for stripping naked and dancing in front of him.”

Just as you had said that Caitlin had taken a drink and started coughing. Patting her back you suddenly felt embarrassed for saying that out loud. You got along with everyone downstairs but this was the first you actually had a deep conversation with her.

“I am sorry Caitlin, I guess that was a bit more information than you wanted to hear.”

Catching her breath Caitlin started to wave her hand. “No, no. You are fine. Just caught me off guard is all. Truthfully though; we both know the type of guy Ralph is. It actually might work out if you did do that.”

Laughing you got up from your chair, placing a hand on her shoulder you gave her a smile.

“Just might. For now I will keep that at the bottom of the list. Thanks Caitlin. Now I am just going to go home and enjoy my weekend by laying on my couch and doing nothing. ”

“No problem. Hopefully it works out in the long run.”

Saturday night you had been doing just what you told Caitlin you would be doing. One of the movie channels had been playing a marathon of all the Predator and Alien movies. You had been right at the point in Predator where the group was attacking the out post when you heard a knock on your door. Pausing the movie you got up to answer the door. Opening the door you were surprised to see that it had been Ralph.

“Ralph, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I was bored and I tried to get the gang to hang out, but everyone was busy. Then Caitlin told me that you might have wanted to do something so I figured I would call and see. Then I saw that a movie channel was playing all the Predators and Aliens and I remembered how we talked about your love for the Predators movies. So I figured that instead of going out we could just relax and watch the movies. I brought snacks?”

Holding up a bag you could see that he had brought things that you would see at a movie theater. Smiling you shook your head as you opened your door for him to come in. Walking into your apartment you saw that Ralph had been in a pair of lounge pants and a well worn shirt, instead of his normal outfits. As you were checking Ralph out he had been doing the same. Instead of getting dressed today you had just thrown an oversize t-shirt over your sleeping shorts and cami, but the way the shirt flowed it looked like you had nothing on underneath.

Walking up to Ralph you could see that your outfit was having an effect on him. Reaching for the bag he had been holding you started to look through it as you made your way back to the couch.

“So what do you have in here? I see the Sour Patch Kids, Reese Cups, Twizzlers, OH! you also got my favorite!!”

Looking back towards Ralph you could see that as you had walked away his eyes drifted down to your ass, but snapped back up to your face when you had turned.

“Uh yeah. I remembered you mentioning them before and I figured since we would be doing movies you would need your favorite snack.”

Giving him a small smile you thank him before looking down to the couch. Before he had showed up you had been laying acrossed the whole loveseat. Setting the bag on the coffee table you started to move things around so that both of you could be sit.

“Sorry, the size of the living room doesn’t allow for anything bigger than this and a chair.”

“No, this fine. It looks more comfortable then what I have at my place.”

Sitting down on one end Ralph let out a chuckle when he looked at your t.v. screen.

“I should have known you would be watching this.”

Tucking your legs up so that they rested between you and Ralph you rolled your eyes. “Watch it. Like you said I have a great love for the Predator movies and if you give me any crap. I will keep all the candy and kick you out.”

Holding his hands up Ralph looked at you with a serious look on his face. “I would never come between a woman and her love for all things Predator. I promise.”

Giving him a smile you reached for the candy he brought you and started the movie.

The first movie had just gotten over and you had started the second one when Ralph asked were the bathroom was. Telling him that it was down the hall you reached to pause the movie when he told you to just let it play. When he got up and made his way to the bathroom you had stretch your legs out in his spot. You had been so into the movie that you didn’t even realized he had came back till he was picking up your feet. Jumping at his touch you tried to sit up so that he could have room.

“No, it is ok y/n. You can rest your feet on me.”

You were about to object when he sat down and placed them in his lap and held on to them when you tried to move them anyways. Knowing that he wasn’t going to let go you turned back to the movie and tried to ignore the heat coming from his body.

You were unsure when it happened, but soon you started to feel Ralph’s thumb run across your ankle. When he realized you weren’t going to pull away, you felt his whole hand start to grab at you. Not wanting him to stop and wanting to see how far he would take it, you just laid there and let him touch you. Soon he started to move his hands up and down your calf, but before he went even further up your leg he stopped and took his hand away. Screaming in your head you thought back to yours and Caitlin’s conversation and knew that Ralph did not see himself worthy of affection. Pulling your legs from his lap you stood and told him that you needed to use the bathroom. Standing in the bathroom you looked into the mirror and asked yourself if it was worth the risk. After making up your mind you walked back into the living room. Ralph had been ready to say something when he saw you, but you didn’t give him a chance to. Because instead of sitting next to him, you planted yourself directly on his lap and kissed him.

To shocked to do anything, Ralph just placed his hands on your hip. When you felt his tongue run across your lips you opened them slightly and let his tongue invade your mouth. While his hands moved from your hips to your back and thigh; one of yours dug into the back of his head and the other ran up and down his chest. When you both pulled apart Ralph laid his head on the back of the loveseat and groaned. Looking back up you could see that he was getting ready to tell you that this was a mistake. Instead of letting him talk you placed your hand over his mouth.

“We are not having this conversation Ralph Dibny. I know that you think yourself unworthy of any type of affection, but I know damn well you deserve it and so much more. From what the others have said, from the very beginning you did everything you could to protect them and help them. You were even willing to die for them. If that doesn’t show you why you deserve it I don’t know what will. Maybe it has something to do with your father and him leaving. I don’t know, and right now it is not important.

What is important is I have had feelings for you for a very long time. I see how you act and you are funny, loving, loyal, and smart. I would love nothing more then to be in a relationship with you, but I know that it will be hard because I would need to remind you everyday you deserve it. So what I am going to do is, I am going to get up and head to my bedroom. If you want to see where this goes, you are more than welcome to follow me. If you truly don’t want this, then don’t. You are free to leave and we will never bring this up again. At least I would know where we stand and I would be able to move on.”

Letting out a scream you clung to Ralph as he suddenly stood up. Before you knew it he was throwing you on your bed and looking down at you.

“Like hell will I let someone else have you.”

Before you could say anything more Ralph was laying on top of you and kissing your neck, bringing his mouth back up to yours the both of you just laid there kissing and touching one another. Soon you started to get warm from Ralph’s body heat, reaching down to the hem of his shirt you started to pull at it.

“Ralph, I need this off. Like yesterday.”

Sitting up on his knees Ralph was quick to pull his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. Before you knew what you were doing you found yourself sitting up and running a hand from his collarbone down his chest. Slipping your fingertips into the top of his pants you pulled at them lightly.

“These too.”

Laughing, Ralph moved from the bed. Placing his hands on his pants he stopped and tilted his head to the side.

“Well if I am going to be showing and telling, I feel like maybe you should be too?”

Keeping eye contact with him you also stood next to the bed. Grabbing both shirts you pulled them over your head at the same time. Ralph had been so into watching you that he froze what he had been doing and just stood there. Slowly you pulled your shorts down, stepping out of them you stood there and let Ralph take his fill. When you started to make your way to him you could see him visibly swallow.

Standing next time him you looked up at him as you started to run your hands over his chest. You could hear his breath hitch when you followed your hands with kisses. Grabbing his hips you slid down to your knees. Looking back up you saw that he had a lustful look in his eyes, and his mouth was hanging open slightly.

“Looks like you could use a little help with these and since I am down here I may as well give you a hand. Don’t you think Ralph?”

Instead of answering you, Ralph thrusted his hips slightly. As you started to pull his pants slowly down his legs you placed light kisses on his stomach. When his pants were on the floor you tapped his legs one at a time and helped him step out of them. Running your hands up his thighs you looked back up at him as you moved him to the side and directly in front of the bed. Grabbing his hand, you felt him tug you up to your feet. Before he could wrap his arms around you though you pushed him onto the bed. Letting out a little chuckle you followed him onto the bed. Settling yourself on his hips, you could feel his cock as it slipped between the outer lips of your pussy. Rolling your hips slightly the both of you let out a little moan.

Leaning down you placed one hand next to his head as your other one dug into his chest. Bringing your mouth to his ear you whispered into it.

“This is all about you Ralph. I told you that I would show you why you deserved this and that is what I plan on doing. So all I want you to do is lay back and just enjoy.”

Looking him in the eyes you began to roll your hips. Bringing your lips to his neck you began to kiss him just below his ear. As you moved your lips to a different spot Ralph turned his head to give you better excess to his neck. Feeling his hands settling on your hips he soon was getting you to move faster against him. Running your nail over his nipple he let out a groan and thrusted up. You could feel him bending a knee slightly behind, allowing him to move easier.

Wanting to hear him groan more you worked your mouth to his collarbone and your fingers back to his nipple. Once you were ready you latched onto his collarbone at the same time that you twisted his nipple and grinded down on him harder. Instead of easing up when he gave a shout in pleasure, you continued to suck and lick at the bite on his collarbone. Before you realized what was happening, you found yourself looking up at Ralph.

“Sorry sweet cheeks, I couldn’t hold back anymore. Feeling the warmth and wetness from you was just teasing me too much and I just needed to be in you. I know you said that you wanted to do this for me, but believe me when I tell you that I have read your message loud and clear.”

Giving Ralph a little frown you slipped your hands from his sides to his back and ran your hands up and down his back. At your touch you saw Ralph close his eyes and moan slightly.

“But I didn’t even get to suck your cock.”

Resting his head on your shoulder Ralph let out a long moan as he trusted his hips into yours.

“Y/n, you can’t talk like that. I hate to admit it, but it has been to long for me and I am not going to last long. Right now I just need to feel you. Please, can I just….”

Instead of finishing comment Ralph just brought his mouth to your collarbone and groaned into it. Reaching between your bodies, you wrapped your hands around his cock. The minute your hand touched him, Ralph thrusted into it. Because he hadn’t moved his head from your shoulder you were able to bring your mouth to his ear.

“You really are close aren’t you? Your so warm and hard in my hand. I can also feel you leaking. Since you took away my fun you better make it up to me Ralph, don’t go slow and don’t go easy. That is the price you have to pay and since I can’t taste you like I planned I guess this will have to do for now.”

Removing your hand from his cock, Ralph lifted his head and watched as you licked your hand. Because you had placed him at your opening, Ralph was slamming into at the sight.

The hand you had been licking shot up to grab the pillow while your other hand dug into his back. Not giving you a chance to catch your breath, Ralph started to movie with short quick thrusts. Suddenly your eyes shot open and looked at Ralph. Smiling down at you he smiled before bringing his mouth to your ear.

“Yes, that is what you thinking. I figured you were set out to give me such a great gift that I needed give one in return and since getting my abilities I have been dying to try this.”

Even as Ralph was talking you could feel him growing longer, it seemed like every time he thrusted back into you he was longer then when he pulled out. Has he thrusted into you once again you saw stars and dug both of your hands into his back.

“There it is. Now it is your turn to lay back and relax sweet cheeks. Oh but before I forget I think I owe you something else.”

Before you could ask him what he meant, Ralph latched onto your collarbone and began to suck and nibble at the spot. When he was happy with his work, he slipped both of his arms under your legs opening you more. Grabbing onto his forearms you could feel them twitch with the strain they were under. Now that he had more room Ralph started to thrust even faster into you, this time pulling all the way out and slamming back in. Before you knew it, Ralph’s mouth was on yours and you were cumming. Thrusting a couple more times into you Ralph pulled out and started to thrust against your outer lips till he was cumming on your lower stomach.

Laying there catching your breath, Ralph moved his arms from your legs and fell on the bed next to you. Reaching for the tissues next to your bed he cleaned up his mess and pulled you to rest on his chest. You laid there and listened to his heart beat as he caught his breath. After he had calmed his breathing and his heart wasn’t pounding you started to run your fingers over his chest. Moving your head slightly you saw the mark you had left on Ralph, it wasn’t to big, but it was dark and noticeable.

“Don’t worry y/n, you got one too.”

Placing your head into his chest you groan out.

“Really Ralph. How am I going to hide this from everyone when I have to wear semi business attire?”

Rolling so that he was now on top of you Ralph leaned down and kissed where he marked you lightly.

“Well y/n, I don’t know how you are going to do that. I can tell you that I will wear mine like a badge and it will feel great knowing when I feel it that you have one just like mine.”

Shaking your head you pulled Ralph in for a quick kiss.

“You are impossible you know that Ralph?” Instead of looking happy Ralph suddenly looked upset and scared.”Ralph? What is it? What is wrong?”

“Y/n, there is something that I need to tell you. See…”

Placing a hand over Ralph’s mouths you stopped him from talking.

“I know what you are going to say and I already know and if you want you can had honesty to that list I gave you.”

Giving you a confusing look, Ralph slipped to the side of you.

“What do you mean you already know what I am going to say?”

“Because I do.”

“Okayyyy. So what was I going to say then?”

“You were going to tell me that the other night down in the Cortex it was you and not actually Caitlin.”

You watched as Ralph’s eyes got huge and he started to give you the fish impression.

“I…. What.. How did you know? And why didn’t you say anything!”

Laughing lightly you ran your hand down his face.

“I knew, because I saw Caitlin leave for the night; I actually talked to her. She had told me that you were downstairs working on your ability to change into other people. It was why I never mentioned or asked about the sweats you had been wearing. As for the not saying anything, I was hoping to find out if “Caitlin” knew anything about why you were not making any moves.

I wasn’t going to say anything because it wasn’t like I said anything bad. Then you shocked me by showing up today, so I knew that I needed to make the move cause you would never do it.”

You watched as Ralph got out of bed and pulled his pants back on. Your heart started to beat faster thinking that you had upset him and that he was going to leave. Instead of reaching for his shirt like you thought he was going to, he reached for your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed. You let out a shout when he then threw you over his shoulder. Grabbing a light blanket he started to make his way out of the bedroom. When you tried to move you could hear the smack he landed on your ass echo. After you stopped moving Ralph started to move again.

“Ralph, what the hell are you doing?”

“We are going to go finish the movies.”

“Okayyyy, well can’t I get dressed first?”

“Hell to the no.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I told you no.”

“And why not?”

“Because you need to be punished for not saying anything.”

“WHAT! WH…” Instead of finishing your sentence you let out a shout when Ralph smacked your ass again.

“Don’t Y/n. You are getting punished cause you let me believe that I had broken your trust. So for your punishment, you are to lay on the couch and watch all the movies with me.”

“I have no issue with watching all the movies with you, but why do I have to be naked?”

“Cause how am I going to play with you and make you cum when I want to if you are wearing clothes?”

“I think we have different meanings for punishment Ralph.”

“We will see sweet cheeks.”

#The Flash #ralph dibny #ralph dibny x reader #Wells family values

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vennilavee · 6 years

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Pairing: sam wilson x poc reader

Summary: You’re a pharmacist in one of the busiest pharmacies in Brooklyn. When some of the Avengers start picking up their medications from your pharmacy, you know life is about to get infinitely more interesting.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of anxiety/PTSD

Word Count: 2497

A/N: Pharmacists never get any love! ANYWHERE- in books, in television, in fanfiction or anything lmao (maybe I’m biased). and also sam never gets any love so here we are. I’m nervous for this cause I’ve never written Sam before, please let me know your thoughts! Enjoy!

12 hour shifts at the retail pharmacy were a walk in the park to you now, almost ten years after you had graduated from school. You remember when you were a fresh graduate and you remember how your feet and calves would ache from standing on your feet all day. You remember how you would always be hungry and you would end your shift with a pounding headache.

But now, you were a pro. You opted for comfortable shoes rather than stylish flats, you brought in enough food to last you the day, and you always kept cases of water and plenty of snacks in the pharmacy for you and your technicians.

Most of your patients were well-mannered and kind. You had come to get to know many of them over the years. They knew you by name and whenever they came to pick up their prescriptions, they would give you a quick update on their lives and ask you about yours. They were almost like your family, in a way. You felt the ache when people sometimes moved away and stopped coming to your pharmacy. But of course, there were people who gave you an attitude when their medications weren’t ready or when you couldn’t get hold of the doctor for more refills for their medications.

You gave attitude right back, though. In the beginning, you were afraid to. But then you realized that this was your house, that people shouldn’t talk to other people the way that they sometimes spoke to you. With their profanities and raised voices. So you gave the attitude right back, and you quickly became known as the pharmacist who would take no shit from anyone. You had thought that corporate would come down on you hard for being firm and feisty, but it was quite the opposite.

You were the only one who had lasted this long in this particular pharmacy, and it was a title you wore proudly. This job made you get a thick skin and taught you things about empathy that you thought you already knew.

Your staff was a godsend- always helpful, ready to take charge when necessary. They were like your family, too. You even hung out sometimes outside of work, when your schedules matched up.

Your pharmacy was busy almost all the time and Mondays were often the worst. Phones would be ringing off of the hook, people would be coming in and out. But you thrived in well-organized chaos. Because that’s what it was- despite all the noise, you were calm and level headed.

You think nothing of it while you verify prescriptions for Steven Grant Rogers. That was a common name, right? And then you verify prescriptions that a psychiatrist has called in for James Buchanan Barnes and Sam Wilson and you know this is not a coincidence. Your technician squeals in excitement- “do you think the Avengers will come here to pick up their meds?!” You scoff, because there’s no way that the Earth’s mightiest soldiers are going to pick up their medications at your pharmacy. Surely Tony Stark has his own personal pharmacy in that obnoxious tower that sat in Manhattan?

You are curious, though, at the medications that they’re taking. Some part of you is glad that they are treating their PTSD and anxiety appropriately, when you see the prescriptions for paroxetine, sertraline, and fluoxetine. You’re benignly proud of them for getting the help they needed. Your heart clenches at the thought of all the things they’ve gone through over and over and over again.

You sincerely hope they stop by.

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes walk into the pharmacy and they’re both pleasantly surprised when nobody recognizes them. Or if they do recognize them, nobody says anything. They’re greeted with eager smiles and starstruck eyes, that they return.

Bucky picks up a pack of peanut M&Ms and Reese’s peanut butter cups before following Sam to the back of the store, to the pharmacy. There’s a line of three or four people, waiting to be called upon. The pharmacy must be short staffed today, because he sees you running back and forth from the computer inside the pharmacy to the bins behind the counter and helping patients as quickly and efficiently as you can.

Sam watches you curiously when he sees your smile fall and your lips set into an annoyed line.

“Can I speak to the pharmacist, please?” The woman in front of them asks you, ignoring your white coat that has pharmacist emblazoned in black print.

“I am the pharmacist,” You say, not bothering to keep the bite out of your voice.

“Oh, but you’re so young,” The woman says quickly, “I was expecting someone... else.”

You want to say, “were you expecting someone that didn’t have brown skin?” But you refrain and physically bite the inside of your cheek. The woman asks you about refills on a medication that she wants to pick up, and you tell her that you were unable to fill the medication because the doctor had not sent over the prescription.

And then she raises her voice at you, her eyebrows furrowing in irritation. You sigh and take it, allowing her to use you to get her frustrations out. Because it was your fault that her doctor didn’t send over her medications, right?

Sam watches you grow almost bored at the interaction. You even play with the ends of your curly hair and push up your glasses, and he can tell you’re raring to roar back at her for raising her voice at you.

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to stop you right there. I can contact your doctor for you about the script, but I can’t fill something that I don’t physically have,” You say calmly, but Bucky and Sam can hear the venom on the tip of your tongue, “I would appreciate it if you didn’t raise your voice like that in my pharmacy.”

The woman sputters at you, as if you would dare to challenge her. She walks away, but not before timidly thanking you for contacting her doctor for her. You stop yourself from rolling your eyes as she walks away.

“Hey, how can I help you today?” You turn the charm back on and give the two men in front of you a wide smile. As if you hadn’t been thinking of twenty different ways you could feign sickness and close the pharmacy early for the day not even ten seconds ago.

You feel your stomach drop to your feet when you realize that Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson are standing in front of you, with grins on their faces. You’re certain you look like a fish out of water, with your wide eyes and mouth opening and closing without any words coming out.

“What happened to the woman who told that lady off not even five minutes ago?” Bucky smirks at you while glancing at Sam.

“Yeah, cat got your tongue?” Sam teases.

“Well,” You manage to say, “It’s not everyday I’m in the presence of greatness.”

You ask them to verify their birthdates before retrieving their prescriptions and try to keep your hands from shaking as you ring them up. You’re certain you’re drooling every time your eyes meet Sam’s eyes. He even winks at you when he notices your staring and you don’t bother to look away. Sam doesn’t miss you push back a stray curl behind your ear, or the way your lips curl up into a smile, or the way your eyes light up at him.

Bucky stares at the interaction between the two of you and feels like he’s watching a moment that maybe he shouldn’t be watching.

“That was the most flirting I’ve ever seen between two people who hardly exchanged fifteen words,” Bucky informs Sam once they leave and are in his car.

Sam pushes his shoulder and tells him to shut the fuck up before he shoves him out of the car and Bucky rolls his eyes.

Sam and Bucky start to become regulars at your pharmacy after that. You wonder why they venture all the way from Manhattan to Brooklyn, when there are dozens of pharmacies around the Avengers tower. You realize that they don’t all live at the Tower when you verify their prescriptions- Steve and Bucky live together in Brooklyn and Sam lives not too far from them.

You try not to feel too much like a stalker, but hey, it’s your job right? To make sure that your patients lived where they said they lived?

You’ve even met Steve. He was just as polite as you thought he would be, with a slight flair for sarcasm. You’re surprised by how quickly these three boys have wormed their way into your life in such a short amount of time. Despite your quick 5 minute interactions, you look forward to the next time you’ll be able to see them.

Your technicians are equally as starstruck as you were when you first met them when you told them to ring them up on a particularly busy day.

Bucky noticed Sam’s pouting that day. He wouldn’t shut up about how pretty he thought you looked, with your curly, black hair tied up and strands of it falling into your face, with your white coat and your quiet confidence. He wouldn’t shut up about how he wanted to talk to you, just to even say Hi.

“You just want to make eyes at her,” Bucky says in a sing-song voice later that day, “And you wanna love on her- you wanna take her out on dates, take her home, you wanna-”

“Dude, are you serious? Are you fuckin’ eight years old?” Sam rolls his eyes at Bucky and punches his shoulder, “Tin man thinks he’s got jokes, huh?”

“I’ve got more than just jokes, pal-”

Sam lets him punch his shoulder back and he thinks to himself well, he’s not wrong.

Robberies in pharmacies, especially in the city were pretty common. It had never happened to you, so you hadn’t really thought about what you’d do in the event of one. You had heard from friends and colleagues that people would come in and demand all the cash and all the oxycodone/hydrocodone/Adderall/Vyvanse/anything that could be sold on streets for a profit basically.

You should have probably prepared for this, you think mildly, as the man in front of you at the counter demands for all the cash while waving a handgun in your face. He is demanding for all the oxycodone, Adderall, Fentanyl, and Vyvanse in your safe. You barely even register the thundering in your ears or the shaking of your hands.

You had stupidly told your technician to go home early for the night, since it was a Friday night and Fridays weren’t usually that busy. You couldn’t even give a silent signal to let your technician know to call 911. You wished you had gotten that emergency button installed beneath the counter that would automatically dial 911 for you, rather than having to use your phone. Another stupid move on your part.

Your hands are up in surrender, ready to comply. But then you think, who the hell does this guy think he is?

Another stupid move.

“What could you possibly need all that for?” You can’t stop your voice or your lips from moving. You’re terrified and yet it seemed that you didn’t know how to act. He looks momentarily surprised at you. You’re glad that nobody else is in the pharmacy- it’s just you and the front employees who you’re not sure know what’s going on.

You could scream, you think. You could scream and you’d probably be shot in the face. You could try dialing 911 but then you’d still probably be shot in the face.

So the obvious solution is to be a sarcastic little shit. Until you got shot in the face.

“Are you stupid? You stupid fuckin’ bitch-”

“Alright, relax. There’s no need for names,” You say, gulping. Maybe you should stop being reckless and just acquiesce to his demands. You make your way over to the safe where all the pain medications, Adderall, and Vyvanse are stored.

Sam can smell the tension and he knows something is wrong when the store is eerily quiet. Goosebumps raise on his flesh unwillingly as he makes his way to the back, where he knows he’ll see your smiling face and your dimples.

He’s come alone this time and he came near closing time because he wanted to talk to you. Maybe even charm his way into getting your number. He doesn’t actually need anything, although he told Steve that he would pick up some Claritin since his allergies were picking up despite his super soldier serum. Old habits never really died, he supposed.

A frown his on his lips when he sees this man waving a gun in front of your face. And you’re mouthing off at him, as if his threats don’t scare you. As if you’re made of steel. But Sam sees your hands shaking and your eyes darting around for someway to get help. Your eyes meet his and you struggle to hide your surprise, but you manage to do it anyway.

Tension begins to leave your body when you realize that of course, Sam is here to save the day. His warm, brown eyes make you want to trust him, and you do. You did, almost instantly the first day you met him. You can’t thank his impeccable timing enough and you watch Sam disarm the guy from behind him. He didn’t even see it coming and within seconds, Sam has the handgun in his own hands and the man is on the floor.

All Sam wants to do is beat him to a pulp for threatening you, for waving a fuckin’ gun in your face. But he watches you, standing there warily. You lock up the pharmacy and dial 911 to let them know what has just happened.

You make your way to Sam and don’t realize that you’re shivering. The man is staring at the pair of you with such contempt in his face. It’s weird to you, that you’re staring the man who threatened to shoot you in the face right in the eyes, but here you were.

When the cops arrive at the pharmacy to collect the stranger, you’re left alone with Sam.

“Hey,” You murmur to Sam, “Thanks. For being a hero and shit.”

“Can this hero have your number?” He waggles his eyebrows and you can’t help the grin that breaks out on your face.

“I suppose my knight in shining armor can have my number,” You agree and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Walk me to my car?” You ask, leaving his embrace to gather your coat and purse.

This time, he’s the one who’s a little starstruck when you grasp his arm as he walks you to your car.

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson #sam wilson x poc reader #sam wilson x reader fluff #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #poc reader #my writing

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dictionarywrites · 6 years

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Rinch. 1.6k. Complete. First kiss. Set directly post S2.06: The High Road. Seeing John in a suburban setting has set Harold's mind turning over and over.

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Harold sits in front of the computer, listening to Zoe speak with the wife. “That one moment changed your whole life,” Connie Wyler says quietly, and Harold hears Zoe’s soft, rueful laugh. It is quiet in the library without Bear here, bringing him his tennis ball or slobbering over the doughnuts he’d bought, without John hovering over his shoulder. The suburbs… So close, and yet so far away.

“I can honestly say I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him.” Harold feels his lip twitch as he lays his chin on his hands, feeling something tug in his gut. Zoe is right, of course. She wouldn’t be here were it not for John, and yet…

Well. Nor would any of them.

♠ --- ♣ --- ♠

Harold doesn’t say a thing when John slips into the passenger seat next to him, after the heist is through.

He doesn’t say anything as he drops John back off at this apartment.

He keeps silent until John comes back from meeting with the Wylers and overseeing the pack-up of the objects in the house. Bear rushes into the library, launching himself at Harold’s lap, and Harold lets out a sharp sound of almost-pain as his lower back twinges at the sudden lunge. Bear whines apologetically, and Harold gently pats his neck as he leans back in the seat.

John smiles, adjusting his cuffs where they settle on his wrists, and Harold glances down at John’s hands, steady and strong.

“He missed you,” John says, sotto voce. There is a quiet significance to the words, and Harold smiles shakily, patting the dog’s warm flank before Bear pulls back and skitters across the wood floor, dropping heavily onto his bed and sprawling on his back. Harold can see him shift on the soft cushioning, pressing his scent back into it where it has faded in the few days he’s been gone.

“I missed him too,” Harold replies in an equally quiet tone. John’s thin lips quirk into a smile. Why is it so easy, Harold wonders, to use Bear as a surrogate for the affection they wish to level at one another? Why is it so difficult to do it directly?

“I wondered—” Harold stops. Inhales. Better to remain silent. John’s silver brow furrows slightly as he takes a step forward, tilting his head marginally to the side.

“Wondered?” John repeats.

“It’s of no great import,” Harold says, turning his chair away, but John’s hand catches tight on the back of the chair, turning it back toward him. At a glance, Harold knows, someone could easily mistake the dynamic of their unique relationship. So many times, he has seen the subtle shift of understanding in someone’s eyes as they realise Harold is the “boss” and John his employee (such a soft word, so meaningless, truly), but it is more than that. John might subtly push upon Harold’s boundaries, attempt to draw closer where Harold has laid out a clear map of his own territory, but—

In truth, John takes his little increments because Harold allows them to slide. And Harold – Harold knows this, unimpeachably, irrevocably, irreconcilably – that John is content under Harold’s command.

“Wondered?” John repeats again in a delicate tone, as if Harold hadn’t said anything at the first repetition. John’s hand has slid from the chair to Harold’s shoulder, his thumb tracing through the fabric of Harold’s jacket, and like this Harold can smell the slightly sweet, musky scent of the cologne Harold had bought him last Christmas, the cologne John wears every day. Harold’s breath hitches in his throat as he furrows his brow slightly, doing his best to hide his uncertainty.

“I told you,” he says, sharpening his tone. “It is of no import, Mr Reese.”

“Why do you lie to me, Finch?” John asks softly.

“I never lie to you,” Harold replies.

“Tell me what you were wondering, then.” Harold hardens his stare, and he doesn’t think he imagines the way John shifts back slightly, his shoulders loosening, his chin tipping a fraction back. Harold sees even more of his neck than he already can, given that John is standing and Harold is seated before him. Such a strong man, and yet… Such subtle submission. Harold is abruptly aware of precisely how dry his mouth is.

“Mr Reese,” Harold says, very quietly. “What, precisely, do you think you’re doing?”

“Playing the suburban husband,” John replies. He moves to adjust the set of Harold’s collar, smoothing away an imaginary crease. “I was thinking. Playing poker with Zoe. Flirting. Walking the dog. Nothing you couldn’t have done.”

“Providing back-up as you rob a bank?” John shrugs.

“Okay. Maybe one thing.” Harold laughs, unable to stop himself as the chuckle whispers out from beneath his lips. John is… Warm. Harold doesn’t have the greatest circulation, and he is almost glad to settle within this library when the New York summers settle in, where every room is stuffy and warm because they cannot open the windows, but now, in the autumn, where a slight chill settles upon the air? “You don’t think we could have pulled off the married act?”

“You don’t think we’re a little… Heterosexual for that?” John stares down at him, his expression completely neutral. Then, he exhales a short, sharp laugh.

“If you say so,” he murmurs, and he draws his hand away. Harold finds himself astonished by how cold he feels without John’s hand invading his space, John’s hand lingering on his shoulder, and before John can walk across the room Harold’s own hand shoots out without his permission, gripping tightly at John’s wrist. He feels John’s pulse under the flesh there, a slow and steady thrum of blood beneath the surface of his skin, and John’s fingers slide over Harold’s own wrist, dragging over the sensitive flesh where the veins are so close to the surface. Harold swallows.

“You’ve… Before, then?”

“There’s a verb missing from that sentence,” John says lowly, and Harold feels heat rise in his neck and his cheeks, where capillaries vasodilate under the stress of the situation, the excitement, and blood rushes to the surface of the skin, leaving it tinged pink and sensitive.

“Who’s Mr Vocabulary now?” John’s lips quirk up at the edges, and then the hand not clasped awkwardly against Harold’s own reaches out, two of his fingers ghosting featherlight against Harold’s cheek. Harold thinks of Grace, alone in her home, grieving him even now— Harold’s eyes close.

“I don’t have to. If you don’t want me to.”

“I never said I didn’t want you to.” Harold murmurs.

“Good,” John says. Harold can hear his trousers and his shirt rubbing against one another, can feel John’s body lean in closer and toward him, feel John’s hand cup Harold’s cheek properly. He feels the callouses and small scars on John’s palm and fingers, his hand so warm, and Harold cannot help but gasp as he feels the other man’s breath against his own. Harold’s lips are sensitive, and in many ways, he is careful about his sensitivities – Harold is a patient man, and he knows it is best to be temperate, to shy away from hedonism. He is a man tended to little pleasures, small indulgences – pastries in the morning, ice cream in January. John is an indulgence, but he is anything but small. Yet here Harold’s heart beats fast in his chest, pounding underneath his skin, and he lunges a little too fast, adjusting his posture and leaving a tingle of dull pain dragging across his left hip, but he ignores it.

The hand not entwined with John’s tangles itself in the other man’s white shirt, and he presses his lips chastely but hard against John’s mouth, feeling the sting of his stubble against his own bare chin. John’s lips part slightly, inviting him in, and Harold lets out a soft groan of sound as his tongue slides over John’s own, feels the heat of it, the clever, wet smack of John’s mouth against his own. Harold is embarrassed by the heady whine of noise that escapes him, and then—

“Bear,” John chides, and Harold laughs as the dog presses between them, nuzzling his nose against Harold’s belly. Concern shines in those intelligent brown eyes of his, and Harold laughs softly, scratching at his ears.

“Stupid dog,” Harold murmurs with affection.

“It takes him a while,” John murmurs. “But he gets there in the end.” Harold’s lips twitch, dragged sensitive with the other man’s stubble, and Harold reaches up with one hand, touching his finger to his lower lip. It feels flushed with blood, bruised just slightly by the force of Harold’s movement.

“We should walk him,” Harold murmurs. “Together.”

“You want to go for a romantic walk in Central Park, huh?” John smiles, thinly. “See? We can both do the suburban husband act.”

“You don’t belong in the suburbs,” Harold murmurs.

“Nor do you. Let’s go belong somewhere else.” He mutters a short command, sending Bear raring across the floor to run and collect his leash, and Harold watches John as he crouches on the ground, taking the leash and gently clipping it against Bear’s collar. Do you think we’ll ever have kids? He remembers the day like it was yesterday, remembers standing outside that sweet little girl’s new home, with John at his shoulder. He remembers how strange the words had felt, how startlingly domestic, and equally how relieved he was that it was all over. He’d never expected a dog. “You ready?”

“Yes,” Harold says softly. “I’m ready for anything.” John glances up from Bear, and he smiles, softly this time. His blue eyes glitter in the light that streams in through the dusty windows, and Harold feels another twist in his gut, a leap of his own stomach.

“Let’s go,” John says, and Harold smiles as he stands.

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An Ever Persistent Past

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*Having finally started settling down and getting used to the idea she would be with Team Flash and on this particular Earth for a very long time, a remnant of her old life comes back dredging up everything that had left her alone and what she had left behind. Now Emily must stop this invader before he hurts her new family, or worse.*

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**Note: Emily is my own custom character that has her own story line she belongs to. I just like sticking her in random places and seeing where my mind wanters to with her. My headcanon for her back story here is she’s aware the people she’s met and have relationships with are all comic characters, similar to how Deadpool can break the fourth wall, and has tried to inform them. They don’t quite believe her but tend to just shrug it off whenever she mentions it even noting her scary accuracy about certain things. Anyway, Enjoy!! Feel free to ask questions if you need clarification.**

Word count: 7,816

Warnings: language

Pairings: oc x canon lite

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Central city was busy as usual, Nash had settled in well enough and was coming in regularly fitting his Dr. Wells role quite well, the rest of the team getting back into their routine smoothly, and Barry was back on his regular patrols of the city. Emily continued her semi-permanent residence at the lab acting as an overnight guard, though would spend some nights at Nash’s given their growing relationship, habitually starting her day with something to eat while or before making her way to the Cortex. This is how she arrived, with a small container of vanilla bean ice cream complete with mini-Reese’s cups and fudge swirls, just after Barry had wrapped up apprehending a few small time bank robbers. “That’s not how you make a withdrawal,” he quipped dropping the newly empty pistols on the ground, clip out and separated from the firearm. “And I’m pretty sure you need an account first.” He smiles to himself before turning to the officers and nodding. “All yours.”

“Thanks Flash,” the officers responded picking up the thieves. “We’ll take good care of them.”

“Nice, Barry,” Cisco compliments. “I think that may be a new record.”

“Nah,” Emily dismissed as she entered the lab before shoving a spoon full of ice-cream in her mouth. “Pretty sure he was faster last week.”

“What? Are you looking at the same readings I am?” Cisco asked defensively. “Because I think you may need your eyes checked.”

“My eyes have been tested to be 20/20 and I can see a candle a football field away. I am clearly seeing your readings and probably better than you are,” Emily humbly brags.

“Ok, alright. Whatever wonder girl,” Cisco relents. “No need to burn me that bad. Wait—“ Cisco does a double take having glanced at Emily and noticed the ice cream. “Ice cream? Really? Did you even have breakfast?”

“This is my breakfast,” Emily said glancing at Nash. He hadn’t noticed before now but was now very interested in the ice cream. “What, you got ice cream? I want some,” he almost pouted half reaching for hers. “No, this is mine. Go get your own,” Emily said slowly licking the back of the spoon with direct eye contact, Nash’s face flushing at the overt flirt, just as her drone GP appeared in the room. “Hey, I picked up something funky,” he chirped. “It’s that weird signal that would occasionally crop up.”

“Oh? We got that one again?” Emily asked turning her attention away and absentmindedly handing her ice cream over to Nash, who happily took and began eating it. “Lemme see...” GP displayed the most recent signal finding and she hummed looking it over. “It.... looks like this was the strongest and longest reading we’ve ever gotten. Interesting. Definitely keep an eye out for more of that.” Nash peeked over to nose into her business when Cisco’s instruments began going off with an alert. “Uhhh, Barry, looks like a few people over by jitters just sent out an alert at the same time.”

“What’s the situation?” Barry asked already heading over. “Looks like.... violent disturbance and disorderly,” Cisco answered pulling up more specific info. “Apparently there’s a guy in some kind of future looking suit angrily demanding to know where someone is and it’s freaking people out. Aaaand he’s breaking things in the process.”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Barry boasted. “Ok, I’m here,” he announced skidding to a stop in front of the café just as a large man, about 6 feet tall decked out in some kind of military grade suit and visor, stepped out immediately making eye contact. “Ah, so that’s where I am,” he mused to himself taking a few casual steps toward him. “Look, you can’t go around breaking into places and yelling at people,” Barry started. “If you need to locate someone, the police are more than willing to help out. There’s no need for this.”

“No no,” the man retorted. “No, the police can’t help me find who it is I’m looking for. This is a little above their pay grade, not that they’re much help anyway. But you can. I’ll bet the little bitch has already gotten her hooks into you too.”

“Who are you and what do you want?” Barry asked after a suspicious pause. The man just smiled and laughed. “You know who it is I’m talking about already, just think. You’re really very smart, after all, Flash. Or should I say, ‘Bartholomew Allan’?” Everyone froze at the revelation, including Barry. Here was someone who seemingly knew who he really was, someone none of them had seen before, and was convinced he could help him find someone for some reason. “Who is this guy?” Cisco asked no one specifically glancing around the room before his gaze landed on Emily. He went on full alert seeing her current body language; stiff, wide eyed, almost choked breathing, her heart was beating so hard he could see her veins. “Ooohhh, no,” she muttered to herself. “Oh no no, you have to be kidding me.”

“Hey, Barry, Emily is.... freaking out over here. Are you alright?” Cisco checked in nervously.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Barry answered holding his hand to his ear. The man perked up cocking his head to the side. “And who might that be whispering in your ear?” He asked.

“None of your concern,” Barry replied. “But I’ll have to ask you to stop your questioning methods.”

“I’ll stop when you bring the girl to me. And don’t ask who it is I’m talking about, you know very well who.” Barry took a defensive stance realizing the man wouldn’t stop what he was doing to get what he wanted. “Then I’ll have to bring you in. You can’t be hurting people and destroying things like that.” The man just laughed. “Son, I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Are you sure about that?” Barry asked confidently.“Deadly,” was the only response given with him already prepared to attack. Barry just smirked, he may have gone up against the likes of Zoom, Reverse Flash and Savatar, learning that over confidence can get him in trouble, but he couldn’t quash it completely.

“Cisco, tell him to get out of there. Now!” Emily said beginning to panic.

“What?” Cisco asked surprised by the outburst.

“Now!” Emily yelled, her panic rising at the thought of Barry actually attempting to stop him.

“Barry, Emily is really insistent on you getting out of there.” Cisco relayed.

“I’ve taken down more imposing metas before,” Barry dismissed before charging at the man. He started running around him creating a vortex in preparation to hit him with a lightning bolt. “Barry, no, you don’t understand,” Emily snapped. “He’s trained to be highly effective to take *ME* down! Think.... Eiling, but not opposed to bringing you to brain death. Seriously, Get. Out. Now!”

“I’ll just hit him with some lightning, cuff him, then take him in. It’ll be simple,” Barry assures. Before Emily could even respond he aims and releases a powerful bolt making a direct hit. It almost seemed like he didn’t even attempt to move out of the way, and what was more worrying was his smile. Barry could tell he was in immense pain but he smiled through the whole ordeal. “Well well,” he said once he recovered. “Talk about a power up.” He grinned wider almost sickeningly excited. “My turn.”

Before Barry could completely register what just happened and react, the man careened into him with a shoulder check bull rush sending him flying and gasping for air. He slid to a stop but the man stalked toward him. “Ooohhhh crap,” Cisco mutters in concern looking at Barry’s vitals setting off alarms and going haywire. “What’s going on? Are you alright?” They couldn’t hear much other than the beating he was enduring and the taunts being given by the man.

“You know, I used to read your comics when I was a kid,” the man said casually. “I thought you were pretty cool. Always thought it would be great to meet you, but now?” Stopping a few feet from Barry he looked down at him, now grunting in pain, with disinterested eyes. “You’re actually kind of pathetic.” Barry only had time to look up before he was kicked in the gut and sent a few more feet and rolled to a stop.

“Hey, wait, did he say comics?” Allegra asked. “Does that mean he’s from the same place Emily is?”

“Would explain why she freaked out so bad,” Cisco agreed. “She knows him better than any of us, and seeing as the collapse of the multiverse was the only thing to really scare her, he must be a bad dude. Also explains how he countered Barry, he knows his full power set, even stuff we may not know about.” Allegra frowned groaning thoughtfully. “This is really bad isn’t it?”

“Shit,” Emily mutters before quickly turning to her drones. “GP, I need you to monitor his movements yesterday. Get eyes on him.” GP whistles heading out immediately. “Medi, I’m gonna need you to monitor my vitals closely. And Tinker, you need to start fabrication of that special tool right away.”

“What are you doing?” Cisco asked, fear creeping in his voice.

“I’m going to get his dumbass back here before he gets seriously hurt,” Emily declared suiting up. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“Really, that your honest to God best?” The man asked mockingly walking over to Barry again. “Really? No wonder the Reverse Flash is so much better than you.” Barry glared up at him, eyes flashing with anger, and before the man could strike him again Emily came out of nowhere kicking him square in the gut sending him flying. She stood guard for a moment before turning to tend to Barry. “Are you ok?” She asked kneeling beside him helping him sit.

“Who.... who is that?” He coughed.

“Ascoll,” she answered glancing back over to the man. “He’s not an ordinary man. In fact, he’s not a man at all.”

“What....?”

“He’s a highly advanced adaptive android. He was modeled after a decorated ruthless military man and designed to mimic the human body but withstand a great amount more of what typical humans are capable of. It was in an effort to fool me and my compatriots so we would be more complicit and less likely to attack them. So, like I said,” she turned to look at Barry with a very serious look in her eye. “Highly effective taking me down.” He nodded in understanding realizing the full scope of her worry when both their attention was drawn to where he landed hearing loud almost frenzied laughing. “Ah, there you are!” He called getting to his feet. “See Flash? I knew you would help me after all.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Barry asked. “I’ve never met you nor do I know who you are.”

“But I do know her,” he responded pointing toward Emily. “And she just can’t help herself. Always has to help out somehow. Isn’t that right, little halfbreed?” Emily just furrowed her brow growling at the nickname and implied insult. “Barry, get back to the lab,” she directed with urgency. “I’ll take care of him.”

“Didn’t you just say he’s designed to take you down? No, no way. I’m not leaving you here by yourself.”

“And if you’re here neither of us will be able to do what needs to be done and we’ll both be in trouble. Seriously, it’s better if you hang back and coordinate an evacuation. If I fail, you’ll have to do damage control.”

“You’re not gonna fail,” Barry insisted defiantly.

“Would you shut up already?” Ascoll asked rolling his wrist before pointing his arm in their direction. Just as they both looked over again, something fired toward them and stuck to Emily’s forehead. Stunned, she quickly let go of Barry before a powerful shock assaulted her nervous system bringing out a choked pained cry. She fell backward frozen in pain, Ascoll grinning in victory enjoying the fact he finally had her firmly under his boot for once. “Ah, glorious silence,” he mewed as she gasped for air before he finally relented, unable to move with her nerves still on fire making fine motor function nigh impossible. “What was that? What did you do to her?!” Barry nearly screamed looking her over. “Oh, nothing she won’t recover from,” Ascoll dismissed. “May take a while but she’ll be fine. I would advise you not get too close, step away from her please.”

Suddenly Medi started alarming displaying Emily’s vitals going crazy. “Crap! Emily are you ok?” Cisco called over her relay. “She’s been hit with a strong electrical shock,” Medi responded, “I don’t think she’ll be able to answer you just yet. Everything seems to be ok though.”

“She got shocked, how is everything still ok??” Allegra asked concerned.

“It disrupted her motor functions but her heart is still beating and I’m still reading nominal brain functions. She’s probably dazed but she’s ok,” Medi assures.

“And you’re sure about that?”

“She’s been to space, she’ll be fine. Make no mistake, I’m not taking it lightly; the shock was still serious but she’s durable. I’ve gotten quite familiar with what she can and can’t withstand so she’s still within acceptable vital readings.” They all murmured nodding their heads in acceptance though still concerned for her well being, especially Nash who had been silently staring intensely at the monitors.

Emily lied in the road gritting her teeth and grunting trying to form words once Ascoll finally ceased talking. “Guh-Barry...” she stuttered out. “Don’t..... don’t listen... to him. I promise I’m ok, but you need to get back to the lab. Eva— cuate the area. Keep them…. safe.” He just shook his head. “No, I can’t. I won’t.”

“You... will,” she declared. “Please, make sure Nash doesn’t do anything rash.” Reluctantly he nodded making Emily smile in relief before she tensed up again from yet another electric shock. “Stop it! Stop!! I’m not even touching her!” He yelled lifting his hands in the air showing the lack of contact and backing off. Ascoll just smiled wickedly leaving her in pain for a moment before relenting. Gasping again she can only look at Barry, who after a concerned moment looks down at her again as she mouths ‘go’. He nods just as a voice comes over his headpiece. “Barry, you listen to me,” the voice says with a grave seriousness. “Do not leave her there.”

“Run along now,” Ascoll chides with a dismissive hand wave. “Can’t have you getting hurt now.” Barry glares at him before looking back to Emily, her eyes becoming watery as she silently pleads with him to leave. “Barry, you can’t leave without her,” the voice, now identified as Nash, demand again. “Don’t do it,” he said almost pleadingly. Emily nods encouragingly again before he finally takes off toward the Lab. “Don’t!” Nash yells the moment he retreats. “Barry!” A second later he arrives back at the Cortex, everyone silent and tense as they monitor the situation that was unfolding. “Are you ok?” Cisco asked finding his voice again.

“Is he ok?” Nash growled spinning around. “What about her? Where is she?”

“Nash, I didn’t—“ Barry started before being cut off. “You left her there, alone. Why?” He snapped.

“She didn’t want me there and wouldn’t let me stay,” Barry explained. “I tried Nash, but she insisted I fall back. Keep you guys safe, make preparations if things get out of hand.”

“If you hadn’t been a coward it wouldn’t even be a concern!”

“Hey! Ok, woah!” Cisco cut in. “Lets cool off and think. She obviously knows how capable Barry is so if she’s telling him to retreat this guy is seriously bad news.” Nash just glared at Barry before maneuvering around him. “Where are you going?” Barry asked stepping after him.

“I’m going to help her, where else?” He growled in response slinging his pack over his shoulder.

“No, you can’t,” Barry protested.

“And why not? You aren’t going to do anything.”

“Because she told me to keep you from doing anything that would get you hurt,” Barry near yelled finally showing some frustration. “She sent me away not just to keep me safe but to make sure you were. That we all were, and if things went bad she knew we could handle it.” Nash stared silently, lips pressed together in a frustrated frown before his concentration was broken by Allegra. “Hey uh, guys,” she said getting everyone’s attention. “There’s talking going on over Emily’s relay.” The mood of the room shifted as everyone now listened to the conversation being transmitted.

“You certainly have your new dogs well trained,” Ascoll commented strolling over in her direction, an air of confidence woven into his voice.

“Yeah well,” Emily grunts stiffly rolling over still on the ground. “Can’t help they actually like me, y’know?”

“You always were rather good at misdirection and manipulation,” Ascoll countered.

“Not manipulation,” Emily argued. “That just tends to be the case with mutual trust and understanding, not just fear.”

Ascoll just laughed. “Really now? So you’re telling me they know everything about you?” Emily sits up with another grunt before picking herself up off the pavement. “I’ve told them enough,” she dismisses brushing her hair out of her face, the team was rather surprised at how casual their conversation seemed to be. It sounded like they had a similar conversation a few times before, were they really enemies and was Ascoll really as bad as Emily claimed?

Ascoll laughed again. “You expect me to believe you have told them all about what you are? What you can do? You claim you told them enough, but do they know— really know— who you are? That you’re practically a god?”

“I told them enough!” Emily shouted, voice wavering as fear was becoming apparent. “How did you even get here anyway?” Ascoll just grinned stalking toward her. “As you may have guessed, our previous little liaisons weren’t just for pleasure.” She cringed with how he seemed to linger on that last part; as if she didn’t need another reason to keep as much distance from him as possible. “Since you refuse to come quietly, we’ve had to resort to combat observation. Not that I mind really, you do know how to keep a man busy after all.”

“Uugh, this guys a real creep,” Cisco commented sourly.

“When I get my hands on him...” Nash muttered. “Emily, what’s this guy’s deal anyway?” There was a brief silent pause before he clicked the button again. “Emily? Can you hear me?”

“Thaaat’s a really creepy for statement, you know,” Emily’s voice said over the intercom. “Especially since I stopped aging at 17. Major red flag if you ask me, I mean does your girlfriend know about this?”

“Cisco, why isn’t she responding?” Nash asked nervously. “Did that shock knock out her comms?”

“I don’t know, hold on,” he replied going through a communications check. “Everything seems ok, she’s still connected.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Ascoll replied blandly. “Besides, speaking of creepy, with that argument in play wouldn’t whoever you date be just as if not more so?”

“You and I both know my dating life is complicated to say the least,” she defended. “One reason I don’t.”

“And yet, I can smell the scent of affection on you,” he sneered. “You’ve gotten close to someone, and more than just mere bonds of friendship. Disgusting thing, it’s a wonder you could ever catch anyone’s attention.”

“And still you have had your eye on me for quite some time. If it wasn’t already obvious, you’re just as disgusting.”

Ascoll smiled opening his arms in a grand theatrical fashion. “Then let us revel in filth before you inevitably succumb to my superior prowess!” Emily barely had time to brace herself before she was hit with a solid punch to the gut sending her flying. A near by streetlight stopped her momentum and she landed on the ground after spinning with loud pained coughs. Her vitals began alarming again registering a spike in adrenaline and a fair amount of blunt force trauma. “Guhhh, Medi? Is that bad?” Cisco shouted the question.

“Severe bruising, potential minor fractures. She’ll be sore but she’s still ok,” Medi responded bringing up detailed readings. “Emily always has a small amount of nanites in her system left over from previous repairs so she’ll be able to bounce back relatively easy. They dull pain and repair minor injuries such as fractures and small abrasions but have a short run time.”

“That’s pretty handy,” Allegra commented, she had taken to keeping close to Nash to act as a grounding presence in an effort to keep his panic minimal. “Hey, you alright Nash?”

“I’m no stranger to dangerous situations,” he said with eyes darting between Medi’s reading and the satellite feed of the fight. “Hell, I lost you- er- Maya to one, but….”

“Hey, you care, we get that,” Allegra assures. “We’re all concerned for her safety too.”

“Given her usual shenanigans, casually going into space and all, she’s more capable that she looks,” Cisco added. “Tough though this guy may be, I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

“I certainly hope so.”

“Damn, you really do fly don’t you?” Ascoll mocked stalking over to her. “I mean, yeah, kind of obvious given you’ve lost my people through the atmosphere, but damn girl. That was quite a lot of distance.”

“Probably could have gotten me further if you actually had a decent arm,” Emily spat. “All those upgrades and you still hit like a bitch.” Just as her eyes managed to meet his with a glare his boot caught her chin causing her to flip backwards. She landed with a cough and groan absorbing multiple kicks to the abdomen as she rolled to her side. “You just…. don’t know…. when. To. Shut. Up. Do you?” he asked between kicks. She rolled onto her stomach, holding it and groaning in pain once he stopped to inspect his handiwork. “Some… people… actually like my— my smart…. mouth…” she gasped out. Managing to prop herself up on her elbows and knees she gulped large quantities of air while he steeped in his disgust for her before his hand roughly and abruptly gripped her hair.

“Someone really aught to teach you how to speak to your superiors,” he hissed pulling her head back forcing her to kneel.

“Funny, aren’t you the one with the loosing streak?” Emily snarkily asked with a grin. Snarling, Ascoll pinned her head to the ground. “You little—“

“Bitch?” Emily cut off. “Jeeze, if you’re gonna…. call me names at least…. least be creative….. about it. Bitch just ain’t doing it anymore.” With another snarl Ascoll stood and, before she could even kneel again, he kicked her in the stomach sending her half a city block to a rolling stop. Taking the momentary opportunity to rest, she laid on her back groaning and panting in pain while he stalked over with an irritated but still proud smile. “You really do make a great punching bag, but I wish you fought back a bit more,” he lamented. “Honestly, where’s that fight I loved so much? I didn’t beat it out of you, did I?”

Staggering to her feet, she wiped some blood from her split lip glaring him down. “You can only give it your all for so long before things become routine,” she replied. “I’m the only one contributing any kind of spice to this relationship after all.”

“Then teach me something new.”

“If you were worth it, I would have by now.”

“Perhaps some incentive is in order then?” Giving another grin he charged at her, Emily deciding to take up the challenge and charged him as well. Their fists collided causing a loud noise ring out, similar to a heavy solid object falling down onto pavement. Wincing at the pain, she took her other hand and shoved his away, dodging a follow up left hook before throwing a few of her own. One, two, three mutual blocks or redirects passed between them before he made contact with her face. Taking the opportunity of her momentary stun, Acsoll planted three successive hits dropping her to her knees again. “You’re getting slow, almost…. predictable,” he lauded. “Pretty ironic given your previous statement.” Gritting her teeth she charged at him flinging him a few feet from a solid shoulder check before she stumbled. Managing to keep on her feet she watched as he righted himself and sighed. “A little weak,” he assessed. “But better than nothing I suppose.” With a grin he began singing a light song nonchalantly walking toward her, almost like someone casually strolling while listening to music.

*Everyday, it's a-gettin' closer*

*Goin' faster than a roller coaster*

*Love like yours will surely come my way*

*A-hey, a-hey, hey*

With a growl she charged again, landing a few solid hits she was able to drive him back a few steps before he back handed her spinning her around just enough for him to stick her with a shock device between her shoulders directly onto her spine. He so did love that method of subduing his targets. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked Buddy Holly,” He mockingly asked before a metal collar ejected from his arm and clamped itself onto her neck. “After all, you do sing quite a lot during our little dances.”

“Man, no wonder she had so many spikes in panic,” Caitlyn commented. “Not only does he like physical torture, but he’s psychologically doing so too.”

With a yell she forced herself through the shock after effects to try spinning around to kick him, only to have him intercept it and catch her by the ankle. With a grin he whirled her around by that same ankle throwing her a good distance away making her land a few feet away from some police cruisers. She lied on the ground for a moment breathing heavily before raising her head both to observe Ascoll and see who was in the cruiser. A small group of officers gathered behind Joe taking point behind the open door of his cruiser. “Emily?” He asked both confused and worried.

“Hey Joe,” he she greeted forcing a smile. “Fancy… meeting you here.”

“Are you alright? Who is this guy?” he asked looking from her to him while keeping his pistol trained on the latter. “Oh I’m peachy,” she replied shambling to her feet. “But he’s—“

“Bullets won’t work on me, captain,” Ascoll interrupted. “Just ask her.” An energy-like grapple appeared from the collar connecting it to his wrist allowing him to yank her toward him. The sudden force caused her to stumble into him, Joe waving his men to stand down when they attempted to intervene, and Ascoll pulled her face to his. “Go ahead and tell them,” he insisted. “Tell them, no matter how many holes are punched into me, limbs severed, or damage dealt, I can’t be stopped.” He grinned wickedly at her wide eyes. “You may be on a winning streak, but I just keep coming back. What’s a winning streak if you can’t keep someone down for good, huh?” He broke his stare to glare at Joe once his speech was done. “Listen closely, captain, because this is for you too. And I knoooowwwww Flash is listening in,” he hissed. “Before I drag her back to get ripped apart; once she can’t even lift her own head and just laying there; I’m going to take everything she has a connection to here away.” He leaned in close to her ear and growled. “And I’m going to make. You. Watch.”

Medi began alarming again pulling everyone’s attention. “What’s that one for?” Chester asked nervously.

“Adrenaline spike,” Medi responded mater-of-factly. “This makes three, of note anyway. There have been numerous smaller ones throughout the event.”

“Another adrenaline spike? Is that bad?”

“If it were in fear, perhaps.”

“If?” Caitlyn asked looking over the readings. “With the current levels displayed here, she should be incapacitated by a heart attack by now.”

“Given her particular genetic makeup, normal human limits don’t necessarily apply. While the levels are concerning, they are still within acceptable ranges. In fact, I’m surprised it took this long for her to reach this point. Quite an odd time to choose to exercise restraint.”

“Restraint? What to you mean by restraint?” Allegra asked suddenly concerned. “You mean to tell me she’s not been trying this whole time??”

“No, not what I said at all,” Medi corrected. “She’s been using restraint as to not hurt anyone near by while the evacuation was going on. Her fear is also well founded, given her accidental nature of arrival, there was no indication he would be capable of following. Seeing as she’s also been stranded for quite some time, it’s reasonable to believe he would be too and I don’t think you would want someone who had demonstrated such casual destruction to stick around very long. No, she’s been trying to keep her emotions in check to not only freeze up but needlessly destroy the surroundings.”

“Destroy….. how?” Barry asked staring at the monitor.

“NO!” Emily screamed whirling around shoving Ascoll off her. “You. Will. NOT!” Punching him square in the jaw sent him flying half a block backwards rolling to a stop. Emily stood defiantly as her hair transformed from red auburn to silvery white glistening in the light with brilliant holographic colors throughout.

“This adrenaline spike is indicative of not fear, but rage,” Medi continued. “Ascoll is only one of a handful to ever get her to this point.”

“Joe, take your men back to the evacuees,” Emily said with a level voice still staring at Ascoll. “It’s not going to be very safe here and they’re going to need reassurance.”

“What are you gonna do?” Joe asked with a tinge of fear in his voice.

“Exterminate a pest,” Emily replied matter-of-factly.

“What point is that?” Chester asked nervously.

“Berserk rage,” Medi replied.

“But, she’s not going crazy and just…. Breaking everything,” Cisco questioned. “Shouldn’t she be, I dunno, going out of control?”

“Contrary to popular belief, berserkers didn’t cause pointless havoc,” Medi explained. “They were just afforded more freedom, given the cocktail of alcohol and possibly certain forms of magic mushroom combined with the number of enemies they were tasked with destroying, being precise wasn’t high on their list.”

“So then, what is berserk mode,” Chester asked.

“Technically speaking, going berserk entails having a single one track mind, somewhat like tunnel vision, and little to no registration of pain or fatigue. While it traditionally is caused by substances, it can be achieved through mass quantities of anger derived adrenaline too.” Medi turns away from her screen to face the team. “Miss. Emily detests getting this angry and goes to great efforts to keep from reaching this point, so you can see why this is a very serious development.”

“Don’t get her angry, got it,” Allegra comments thoughtfully.

“Ah ha ha!” Ascoll laughed as he stood again. “Ah, I knew you were bullshitting me. I knew it!”

“You should really brush up on your reading; the Art of War. ‘Rouse him and learn the principle of his activity or inactivity. Force him to reveal himself, so as to find out his vulnerable spots.’” Emily took one step indicating her intention to attack, and in that moment, every window within a city block was shattered and their pieces suspended. Emily’s gaze never once left Ascoll.

“Holy mother,” Joe said to himself in awe seeing all the suspended glass shards hanging in the air. “Alright, everybody fall back,” he said turning to his squad mates. “Priority to the evacuees.”

“Ohh, fancy,” Ascoll mused looking around. “Learned a new trick did you?”

“Congratulations, Ascoll. You’ve managed to piss me off,” Emily snarled.

“Took long enough,” he dismissed.

“So, you want ‘fun’ huh?” Emily asked, hints of twisted amusement trickling onto her face. “Fine, science can be fun. Why don’t we do a little science experiment. Can you tell me what happens when super heated and condensed air suddenly explodes near a solid object?” Just as she finished her sentence, she sprang forward at incredible speed and, before Asoll could react, threw a punch. The resulting bang sounded like a canon went off and he was sent flying into a car with steam billowing out around him. Emily stood, fist steaming as well, ready for another attack and stared at where he landed.

“Ah, you’re getting stronger,” he groaned the compliment as he sat up. “Got a pretty good arm on you.”

“I didn’t even touch you,” she retorted.

“Hmm, pity. Not good enough for that, am I?” he asked charging her.

“Not even close,” she dismissed clasping her hands in front of her by her chest. He had only gotten a few steps closer when she moved them downward, as if to hit a post into the ground with folded hands, and flattened him into the ground again with a round depression imprinted around him. “Sit,” she commanded.

“I’m not one of your dogs!” He protested getting up again.

“Weird, you do an awful lot of barking for not being a canid,” she quipped back. Growling in growing frustration, Ascoll suddenly threw a small metal object at her, the device hitting its mark and embedding itself into her shoulder. She winced at the pain and reached over just as it administered a strong shock. Ignoring the pain, Emily grabbed hold of the small metal object and forcefully removed it; in the same motion of her ripping it out she returned it to Ascoll hitting him in the leg shocking him instead. “That hurt,” she growled as blood ran down her arm. “You should apologize.”

“I’m….. sorry….. that didn’t….. knock you on your ass,” he mockingly stated through the pain. “I’ll try harder next time.” Raising his arm and making a finger gun, multiple shots rang out. Emily didn’t even flinch as they stopped mere inches from her body. They hung there for a moment before they began to glow red hot and melt right before her. The glowing orbs elongated into knife-like forms taking up position behind her to look like wings.

“So, what was it you said? You weren’t one of my dogs?” she asked clenching her fists. “Good, because I don’t support animal cruelty.” She took a few steps before leaping high into the air and doing a few front flips using the momentum to power a rear heel kick into his back to send him sliding over the pavement on his stomach. “After all, you make a great…. What was it again? Punching bag?”

“Wasn’t… exactly a punch… just now…” Ascoll groaned rolling onto his back.

“I like to kick box occasionally, they use bags denser than you. Now, are you done?”

“Not a chance,” he denied standing again.

“Too bad, I am,” Emily stated taking pointed and deliberate steps toward him. The bladed ‘wings’ firing one ‘feather’ after another at him making small cuts all over and even through his body. Finally showing signs of the damage being dealt to him, Ascoll did the same albeit with moderate difficulty and a glare full of seething anger. As soon as he made a move to charger her, she kicked his legs out from under him sweeping him off his feet before quickly following with a high kick sending him flying vertically over head. Without giving him a moment of hang time, she brought her hand down in a chopping motion bringing a field down and Ascoll with it to the ground, finally dealing enough damage to his internal systems he was no longer able to get up. Giving a satisfied sigh of relief and rolling her shoulders, she strolled over to him; not quite casually but she now didn’t need to be so full on the attack.

As he laid there struggling to make even small movements, grunting a groaning demanding his body get up, he knew he was done. It was a scenario that had played out many times, 764 to be exact, with most resulting in him being utterly broken. He cursed his memory, a compilation of the other models before him in an effort for the next to do better, for reminding him of his near constant inferiority. The only solace he had in this play through was how submissive he managed to make her. *It never ends well when her loved ones are threatened,* he thought to himself. *When will I learn that?* He chuckled, painfully, to himself. It was a habit he fell into time and time again but he just could not help it. Straining to turn his head as Emily came into view, he smiled. Her eyes were cold, unlike the burning hatred that filled his, as she studied him. *Always cautious.*

“You’ve gotten quite strong,” he commented gritting his teeth.

“Curious you believe that,” she replied stepping over him. “Rather than realizing, it would be foolish to show the full scope right away.” His face dropped realizing everything he knew about her, even the maximum she could achieve, was all moot. She had been alive for a very long time, her abilities growing along with her. There was no telling what it was she could really do and he should consider himself lucky he’s gotten off with just beatings. “If you know your enemy and know yourself,” she continued, “your victory will not stand in doubt; if you know Heaven and know Earth, you may make your victory complete.” She paused looking down at him smirking as he took in this new information. “For as advanced as you say you are, you really are quite slow on the uptake.” Raising her hand toward the sky, Ascoll watched as a small object was dropped from high above them. “Good bye, Ascoll. Don’t come back.” Fear flashed on his face for a second when he recognized what she had caught just before her entire body fell to plunge it into his skull, just above the bridge of his nose and between the eyes.

A wave or relief came over her as she sat there, crouched over his chest as his processes shut down one by one. She stood, shakily, as Tinker flew down to her to oversee the disintegration of the body and information download. “Ah, sorry about that guys,” she said turning communication back on for her relay. “I needed to concentrate…. And there wasn’t…. Really any time to…. Explain….” She heaved heavy breaths as her body became flooded with serotonin and her adrenaline reserves began to deplete. “I hope I…. Didn’t worry you tuh—too much….”

“You,” Nash replied with a chuckle. “You really….. had us worried there. But, I’m sure I can speak for everyone when I say we’re glad you’re ok.”

“Oh, huh, man I— I don’t…. Feel so good…. Kinda… kinda dizzy….” she said taking a few staggered steps. Medi started alarming again as Emily’s stats suddenly started to drop. “Barry!” she called in alarm. “She’s crashing!” With just a nod Barry sped out of the lab and toward her last known location. She was stumbling around seemingly disoriented and muttered something about seeing a familiar man watching in the sidelines before she collapsed into Barry’s arms. He quickly returned to the lab putting her in the medical bay bed and hooked her up to monitoring equipment.

“What happened?” Nash asked as Caitlyn stepped in to stabilize Emily. Before she could answer, Medi flew in and began doing a comprehensive body scan. “It would seem she’s sustained a substantial amount of internal blunt force injuries,” she explained. “Tell me how to help,” Caitlyn offered putting on a pair of gloves.

“Keep a watch on her vitals while I mix a compound,” Medi instructed. With a nod, Caitlyn began monitoring the plummeting numbers giving her fluid to try to keep them up.

“How— when did this happen?” Barry asked. “She seemed to be doing fine before, she even seemed to brush off the attacks like nothing.”

“While it’s true she’s very durable, as she said before, we are unaware of exactly what Ascoll was capable of,” Medi explained. “This was the case for her as well, resulting in her fields not being complete enough to protect against the shock of the trauma. She’s not indestructible after all.”

“She’s most likely experiencing heavy internal bleeding,” Caitlyn added. “She had multiple center

-of-mass hits she needed to absorb.”

“She’ll be ok though, right?” Nash asked worriedly. “I mean, I know you said she’s durable but—“

“Hey, Nash,” Allegra said trying to distract him. “Why don’t we go wait over here and get out of the way?” Gently tugging on his arm, Nash was led away so Caitlyn and Medi could attend to the unconscious Emily. They wandered to the lounge and sat in relative silence for a while with Allegra trying to make small talk and offering him coffee in order to distract him. It was different, seeing him worry about someone other than her. She didn’t know why it bothered her but she would do what she could to calm his nerves. She liked her too after all.

——

A few hours had passed, though Emily couldn’t tell for sure how many, when she finally returned to the waking world. It was dark and quiet, the cortex empty as far as she could see, the soft glow of the monitoring equipment was all that lit her room. Medi hovered around monitoring her vitals as she laid there. She had an IV line in and a few different fluid bags connected with bruises covering her body, but that was the only thing to indicate anything had happened “Just in case you’re wondering,” Medi said just above her, “you had two broken ribs which caused moderate internal bleeding and severely bruised abdominal muscles. Minor neurological issues were present but went away rather quickly.” She stopped in fron of her face making what could be described as a sigh. “Not the worse shape you’ve been in but, it looks like you took your recovery slow this time.”

“Hmm, is that all?” Emily asked trying to lighten the news.

“Fortunately, yes,” Medi confirmed. “Though, you *did* make him rather nervous.” She bobbed down toward her side bringing Emily’s attention to the sleeping figure laying by her. She had vaguely registered a weight when she had first woken but didn’t realize it was the head of a slumped over and sleeping Nash. She smiled softly watching him breath with a slight bit of snoring too. She looked up hearing a shuffle from the cortex finding Barry peeking in to check on her. “Barry? What are you doing here so late?”

“Ah, just…. figured I’d check in,” he explained. “That was quite the impressive battle, and you did take a lot of damage. Just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“She’s alright, she was given synthetic building blocks for her body to heal quickly while using nanites to get the major damage taken care of before all the little things,” Medi explained. “The process doesn’t really negate pain so, we had to give her something for it. It’s why she was sleeping for so long.”

“Ssoooo….?” Barry trailed not quite understanding the explanation.

“She’s fine, just exhausted. The serum I administered acts like your speed healing but she had to deal with a lot of pain.”

“And you’re sure she’s alright?”

“A little roughed up but yeah, nothing she can’t handle with time,” Medi assured. He smiled nodding his head. “Get a lot of rest then, alright?”

“Of course,” Emily assured returning the smile. Just as Barry began turning to leave, Emily piped up. “Uhm, Barry,” she called sitting up a little and he stopped, turning to face her again. “I uh, back there. I thought I saw someone watching everything.”

“Uh, yeah, I thought I heard you say a name but couldn’t quite make it out,” Barry confirmed. “Who did you see?”

“Well, it’s possible it was due to the sudden drop in adrenaline and, you know, all the beatings causing delirium but, I’m positive I saw… Eobard…. Watching….” Barry paused studying her face, she was confident in her statement though could tell she was hesitant in telling him due to his history with the famed Man in Yellow. “Emily, Thawn is… not here,” he said slowly trying to assure her. “He’s been erased from the timeline, he doesn’t exist physically anymore. He’s just tachyons.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just…..” she trailed off. “I can’t shake the feeling that he…. somehow came back. You know how he is after all, steps ahead and all that.”

“Yeah, and I know what you’ve said. What you’ve proved to know, I trust your knowledge and input so… what does your experience tell you?” Emily stayed quiet thinking about the possibilities and collective 4th wall breaking knowledge. “It’s, difficult to to say but….. there is a possibility,” she finally admitted. “But I really can’t be sure. After the crisis and reforming of the multiverse into one, it’s become very difficult to tell which storyline we are on.” Barry stayed silent processing this information. “So there’s…. a possibility that he doesn’t, right?” he asked. She nodded in response. “Yes, it is possible.”

“Then, we’ll treat it as a story line where he’s gone for good going forward,” he determined. “And if it comes to pass, we’ll deal with it. But for right now, it’s not worth worrying about.” Emily nodded dropping her gaze to her hands. “No need in stressing about what might be when we have plenty of things happening now that we can worry about, right?” She nodded again before lifting her head to smile at him. “Yeah, doesn’t make much sense.”

“Now, seriously, get some rest,” he said smiling at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ok,” she nodded as he finally left the room. She watched him leave for a minute before her eyes fell onto the sleeping Nash. Somehow he stayed asleep through the whole conversation snoring all the while. She chuckled to herself running her fingers through his hair. *I loose a lot, often,* she thought. *No telling when I’ll get pulled somewhere else, may as well live in the now for as long as I can. I’m tired of worrying so much, when I’m so lucky to have what I have now. I’ll worry about what comes next tomorrow but…. Who says tomorrow has to actually be tomorrow?* Smiling again, she settled down to sleep the rest if the night away. Tomorrow’s going to be the start of something new.

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reese & kai april 12th

Reese along with Briar and their crew arrived fairly late to Carson’s houseboat party. They had pre-gamed and she was feeling tipsy when they arrived. She led them in and laughed as the boat rocked a bit. “Carson!” Reese shouted over the music to the girl and gave her a wave before heading to grab a drink. As she reached for keg tap she saw another hand grab it before her. Reese blinked a few times before noticing Kai, “Oh if it isn’t Seaboy?!? Didn’t realize you drank anything but salt water?”

Kai and Chase decided to go to CJ’s party on her houseboat after a long week. Chase excused himself while Kai hung out in the kitchen and his brows raised as he saw Reese, rolling his eyes at her greeting. “Who said this wasn’t salt water?” He asked with a brow quirked.

Reese narrows her eyes at him and tilts her head to the side, “Just because CJ is a wannabe pirate doesn’t mean she loves saltwater like a fish.” She takes the tap and pours her drink as she looks him up and down, “I don’t see your collar or leash, where’s Rose?”

He smirks a little, “Not here.” He starts to move his hand over Reese’s head, “No puppet strings, huh. Well Briar does have magic so I guess not feeling them doesn’t mean much. He here with you?”

She raises her brows at his hand before rolling her eyes and sips her drink, “I’m nobody’s puppet. But yes, of course he’s here how else will this night stay interesting?” Reese sips her drink and leans against the counter, “Unless you have a way to entertain me.”

Kai scoffs when she says she’s nobody’s puppet. “What would be in it for me anyways?”

Reese shrugs and smirks at him, “Well, it has to be boring doing the right thing all the time. Don’t you remember where you came from?” She quirks a brow and sips her drink.

He laughs and sips his drink, “Like I could ever forget it?”

She grins a little as she chugs her drink down, “And wasn’t it fun? Tormenting the isle and causing trouble?”

Kai furrows his eyebrows, “Basically starving and sleeping on cots on the floor? No.”

Reese rolls her eyes and waves her hand around, “Oh cry me a river. You got to leave well before the rest of us.”

He sips his drink, “I know, and now no one has to live like that anymore.”

She drops her head back dramatically, “Oh my god, give it a rest and try and have some fun. I don’t care about this whole better life bullshit.”

Kai rolls his eyes, “You asked about the isle, not me.”

Reese pours herself another drink and shakes her head with a laugh, “You’re such a know it all and goody two shoes.”

He laughs and shakes his head, “You really got me, Reese. But you didn’t always think that, hm?”

She scoffs and shrugs one shoulder, “On the contrary, you’ve always been the most annoying.”

Kai laughs loudly, “Sure, sure. It’s just cause you have never been able to get a rise out of me and it bothers you.”

Reese shakes her head and sips her drink, “I think your memory is going, Seaboy. You’ve been too influenced by the pixie dust in Auradon and think you are some prince now.”

He grins and shakes his head, looking down as he does, “I don’t think that at all.”

She watches him and raises her brows with a laugh, “Then why do you and all your friends think for some reason you are better than the rest of us? Oh you got the extra dose of goodness because you all are up Ben’s asshole?”

Kai arches a brow and crosses his arms, “Not ‘than the rest of us’, I’m no better than CJ nor Henry. I am better than Briar though, because I don’t get off on hurting other people. And that has nothing to do with BEN or goodness, but just not being a sadistic psychopath.”

Reese rolls her eyes dramatically and runs her fingers through her hair, “You don’t get it. None of Rose’s lackeys do. You all got treated like fucking heroes for just being picked out of a bunch. Briar especially because for some reason they picked Rose yet let him rot with Hades on the Isle. And how about me huh?” She tilts her head to the side, “I wasn’t even considered despite being your so called friend until the entire barrier was down.”

Kai lets out a deep breath and crosses his arms over his chest, “First of all, I’m not a lackey to anyone. Second of all, that wasn’t up to me. I’m not a hero, never asked to be treated like a hero, I’m just finally myself. But being upset about being left on the isle just proves that you didn’t think it was great there either.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “Of course I hated it but at least we had fun and didn’t feel like we had to sit there and act perfect like some people.” Reese shakes her head, “It’s fun to be bad and you clearly don’t remember that.”

He sighs and shakes his head, “No one is acting perfect.”

Reese shrugs her shoulders and takes a long sip of her drink, “Whatever you say, Kai. You’re never going to see our side but the least you can do is prove you still know how to have fun.”

Kai raises his brows, “Its not that I don’t see your side. I can’t imagine how hurt and angry it must’ve made you feel to be left behind, and how betrayed you must’ve felt. But hurting innocent people doesn’t change the past. All it does is affect your future and if Briar keeps leading you in this direction, you might not have one.”

She tilts her head back and laughs before shaking her head, “I don’t remember asking for advice or your opinion. Whatever I do with my life is none of your goddamn business.” Reese narrows her eyes at him.

He sighs and shakes his head, fighting a smile, “You’ve always been the most stubborn.”

Reese sips her drink and keeps her eyes narrowed at him, “I haven’t changed.”

Kai laughs, “Not much.”

She tries not to laugh and smirks a little, “Not like you.”

He raises his brows and grins, “Well we went a few years without seeing each other.”

Reese shrugs one shoulder and looks him up and down, “Well, you grew up at least.”

Kai chuckles and his cheeks flush, “That’s for sure.”

She smirks a little and finishes her drink, “Think CJ has anything stronger than beer?”

He laughs, “She’s Hook’s daughter. There’s definitely rum.”

Reese laughs and nods her head, “Valid point. Where should I look?”

Kai hums, “Under the sink.”

She raises her brows and nods before kneeling down to check under the sink. Reese grabs the bottle and grins as she stands back up.

He grins, “Called it.”

Reese rolls her eyes with a laugh, “Want any?”

Kai nods and holds his hand out for the bottle.

She hands him the bottle and goes to the fridge, “She’s got some soda we can mix it with?”

He takes a swig from the bottle and then looks at her, “That works too.”

Reese raises her brows and laughs, “Damn, I’m not in the mood for straight liquor but someone sure is.” She takes out a soda and pours half into a cup.

Kai laughs and fills the rest of her cup with rum.

She nods with a smirk, “Thank you.” Reese swirls the cup around to mix the two before taking a sip with a nod.

He grins, “Good?”

Reese laughs and nods her head, “Yeah, want one?”

Kai shrugs and nods, “why not?”

She pours the other half of the soda in a cup and holds it out for him.

He smiles and takes it, “Thank you.” He pours rum into the cup.

Reese nods with a shrug as she sips her drink.

Kai looks at her and leans back against the counter, “I missed you, you know.”

She raises her eyebrows over her drink before scoffing, “Sure.”

His brows furrow, “You know me, I don’t lie.”

Reese shrugs one shoulder and shakes her head, “Well, I don’t believe you Seaboy.”

Kai smiles, “Still meant it.”

She rolls her eyes and pushes his shoulder gently, “Stop it.”

He grins and gently knocks his side into hers.

Reese laughs before quickly sipping her drink, “You’re annoying.”

Kai laughs softly, “So are you.”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, “I’m not annoying. I’m always right.”

He laughs louder, “Oh, Reese.”

Reese narrows her eyes at him and sips her drink.

Kai grins to himself and drinks more from his cup.

She glares harder at him, “Stop it.”

His brows raise, “I’m not doing anything!”

Reese laughs and shakes her head, “You are thinking something. I can tell.”

Kai laughs, “I’m allowed to think!”

She sips her drink and shakes her head, “You’re frustrating.”

He grins at her and winks.

Reese rolls her eyes and laughs, “Wow, does that work on the Auradon princesses?”

Kai chuckles, “How would I know?”

She raises her brows with a laugh, “How would you not?”

He shakes his head and laughs, “How many Auradon princesses do you think I’m flirting with?”

Reese shrugs one shoulder and leans against the kitchen counter, “I have no idea. All of them?”

Kai smiles and shakes his head, “Not at all.”

She raises her brows again and hums, “Shocking actually.”

He laughs, “What about you? Are you and Briar a thing?”

Reese laughs and shakes her head as she sips her drink, “Not really. I mean things have happened but not since the Isle.”

Kai nods a little, “Seeing anyone else?”

She shakes her head with a shrug, “Nope.”

He nods, “The girl I thought I liked has a boyfriend now.”

Reese raises her brows as she sips her drink, “Oh? Who?”

Kai gives her a look and laughs, “None of your business.”

She laughs and shrugs one shoulder, “Well, I figured if you brought it up it must be for a reason.”

He shrugs, “Figured I was asking you, I might as well offer something up.”

Reese hums and sips her drink, “So are you heartbroken then?”

Kai shakes his head and shrugs, “Not really, disappointed but I hope she’s happy.”

She nods with a shrug, “Not worth your time to be disappointed anyways. It’s much easier to hook up.”

He laughs a little, "Oh, is it?"

Reese laughs and nods her head, “I mean that’s the only thing we did back home and it was much less complicated.”

Kai laughs, "I left before hookup culture became rampant."

She smirks and shakes her head a little, “You missed out.”

He shakes his head and sips his drink as he laughs.

Reese sips her drink and raises her brows, “What? Are you still a virgin or something?”

Kai raises his brows and laughs, "Not that that's any of your business, but no, I'm not."

She shrugs with a laugh, “Never know.”

He laughs, "I'm sure you'd want it for yourself if I said I was."

Reese raises her brows and hums, “Why do you think that?”

Kai chuckles, "The chance for you to take my virginity and hold it over my head and wave it all over the place? Why wouldn't you take it."

She tilts her head to the side and smirks, “I guess you are right. Damn it.”

He grins, "Knew it."

Reese laughs and shrugs one shoulder, “What about Chase? Is he a virgin? Just one of you will do.”

Kai laughs loudly, "No, no, he's not."

She sighs playfully and shrugs, “I guess I’ll just have to find something else.”

He grins at her, "You're funny."

Reese smirks and sips her drink, “I’m hilarious.”

Kai rolls his eyes and laughs, “Jeez.”

She nods to him with a laugh, “I’m not wrong.”

He chuckles, “I don’t know about hilarious.”

Reese hums and shrugs for a moment, “You keep laughing.”

Kai shrugs and smiles, “Situational.”

She laughs and tilts her head to the side, “Then what did you miss about me if it wasn’t my impeccable humor?”

He raises his brows and smiles, “Hmmm, well I guess you are kinda funny. You used to be a lot of fun too, always up for an adventure.”

Reese finishes her drink and nods her head, “I’m still fun, I just tend to stay on the reckless side rather the prom and proper.”

Kai looks at her, “Reckless is putting it generously.”

She shrugs one shoulder and takes a step closer to him with a smirk, “Well maybe if you had a little reckless in you anymore you’d have the girl and not some other guy.”

He raises his brows as he thinks about Mei, “No, that’s definitely not what she would’ve wanted.”

Reese rolls her eyes and taps his chest, “Then maybe the right word is bold. If I recall correctly you used basically rival Rose in being the confident leader.”

Kai looks at her and laughs, “Rose has magic, I don’t.”

She shakes her head and hums, “Not on the isle.”

He nods, “That’s why I stood a chance then. Power earns you leadership. You think that if Briar didn’t have any magic that you wouldn’t be bossing him around? Not a chance.”

Reese raises her brows and tilts her head to the side, “And who says I don’t boss him around? You really think Briar can be that smart? Please..”

Kai laughs, “I know Briar isn’t that smart, but I know you still let him boss you around. Rose has power but she doesn’t boss me around, she treats me as an equal cause we’re best friends.”

She narrows her eyes at him and shakes her head, “You have no idea what you are talking about. Briar is my friend and actually has been there for me when all of mine ditched me.” Reese pokes his chest, “Don’t act like you know anything about our friendship besides what you’ve brainwashed to believe.”

He looks at her, “I’ve never been brainwashed, Reese. I’m just commenting on what I’ve seen personally. Besides, we didn’t ditch you. We were whisked away and Briar took advantage of you when you were at your lowest. That’s not friendship, that’s manipulation.”

Reese crushes her cup and tosses it to the side with a glare, “Fuck off, Kai. You don’t know anything. You can keep living in your boring and safe world but stop trying to comment on my life and my friendships as if you give two shits about anyone but you and your friends.” She turns on her heel to make her way out of the house boat.

Kai gets up and he follows her, grabbing her wrist gently and pulling her back to him before pressing his lips to hers.

Reese gets ready to mouth him off again before feeling his lips on hers. She raises her eyebrows in surprise and pulls back after a moment, “What the fuck, Kai?”

His brows raise and his eyes widen a little, “I was being bold..”

She stares back at him for a moment before she shakes her head, “Fuck it.” Reese presses her lips back to his.

Kai kisses her back, his hands moving to her hips to pull her closer to him.

Reese slides her hands onto the sides of his neck as she kisses him a little harder.

He kisses her just as hard and parts her lips with his.

She tilts her head to the side as she opens her lips to him and slides one hand onto the back of his head.

Kai deepens the kiss further, moving his tongue against hers.

Reese makes a soft sound as she moves her tongue against his and presses herself closer to him.

He slides one hand onto the small of her back as they kiss.

She runs her fingers over the back of his neck as she kisses him deeper.

Kai kisses her just as deeply and pushes her back against the wall.

Reese makes a soft sound into the kiss and grips his shirt with one hand.

He breaks the kiss and heatedly trails his lips down her jaw to her neck.

She tilts her head to the side and keeps her eyes closed.

Kai nips at her skin and then sucks on it.

Reese whimpers softly before letting out a soft laugh, “That’s one way to get me to shut up..”

He laughs and pulls back, “I guess that’s true..”

She loosens her grip on his shirt and slides her hand down his chest with a smirk, “Not a bad way.”

Kai grins at her and grazes his lips over hers, “Not at all.”

Reese nips at his lower lip and grins back at him.

He makes a small noise and laughs, “So, how was that for bold?”

She laughs and shrugs one shoulder, “Not bad, not bad.”

Kai grins and bites his lip, “Do you wanna get out of here?”

Reese nods with a smirk, “Yeah. Lead the way.”

He takes her hand and leads her off the houseboat before texting Chase and letting him know he’s heading out.

She follows behind him and raises her brows at their hands.

Kai looks at her, “What?”

She shrugs and shakes her head, “Nothing.”

He nods and looks at her, "Wanna walk?"

Reese nods with a laugh, “Works for me, where to?”

Kai shrugs slightly, "We can go to my place if you want? Chase isn't home and it's just the two of us there now."

She shrugs with a nod, “Yeah, lets go there.”

He nods and starts in the direction of his place, “Where do you live?”

Reese follows him and glances over at him, “Just off the Main Street in an apartment above some hookah bar.”

Kai grins widely, “That must bring an interesting crowd.”

She laughs and shrugs one shoulder, “It’s pretty fun. We tend to hang out there a lot.”

He nods his head, “Sounds fun.”

Reese hums and nods her head, “What about you? When did Evie and Rose move out?”

Kai hums, “Rose a couple of months ago and Evie about a month ago. It’s weird but I didn’t realize how much space was actually in our place til they left.”

She raises her brows with a nod, “Space sounds like a dream to me.”

He grins, “Oh yeah?”

Reese laughs with a nod, “There’s four of us at my place and there’s only three bedrooms so there’s not much privacy. Plus they always have people over. But as the only girl at least I have my own room.”

Kai nods his head, “I think that’s why Ben and Rose got Evie her own place. Living with just me and Chase would maybe drive her insane. Who else lives with you?”

She shrugs her shoulders a little, “I’m used to it but I get it. Well Briar who also has his own room and then do you remember Patrick and Parker? Those two idiots.”

He laughs a little, “Wow, that sounds like a lot.”

Reese laughs softly with a shrug, “It’s fine. I’ve got noise canceling headphone and a lock on my door.”

Kai nods and smiles, “For the best.”

She nudges his arm and laughs, “I mean you lived with four people too. You should get it.”

He laughs, “Rose spelled the place so the rooms were soundproof.”

Reese raises her brows with a laugh, “That helps. Plus your house is bigger.”

Kai nods his head, “That’s true.” They get to the house and he opens the front door for her, “Welcome.”

She follows him inside and looks around, “I’ve only ever been here for a party or two.”

He smiles, “Makes sense.”

Reese hums and shrugs, “It’s nice. Not that I’m surprised you four got this kind of place.”

Kai nods, “We started saving the moment we got here.”

She crosses her arms and nods her head as she keeps looking around before glancing at him, “So..��

He laughs, “So?”

Reese shrugs with a laugh, “You invited me over so what now?”

Kai grins, “We could play video games, drink more, go up to my room?”

She hums and nods her head, “Lets start with a drink.”

He nods, “What can I get you?”

Reese raises her brows with a soft laugh, “What do you have?”

Kai smiles, “Beer, vodka, gin, rum, bourbon, whiskey, you name it.”

She nods with a small smirk, “I’ll just stick to beer.”

He nods and goes into the fridge, grabbing them two beers then opening them and he hands her hers.

Reese drops her arms and takes the beer, “Thanks.” She takes a sip and hums, “Show me your room then.”

Kai nods for her to follow and he brings her upstairs to his room.

She follows behind him and looks around as she does.

He motions to his bedroom, “This is it.”

Reese sips her beer as she looks around, “Cute.”

Kai laughs, “Oh thanks.”

She smirks with a shrug before sitting down on his bed.

He takes a swig of his beer and sits next to her.

Reese looks over at him and shakes her head with a laugh, “This was not how I expected my night to go.”

Kai laughs and grins at her, “Me neither. I’m glad that it did.”

She smirks and raises her brows, “Really?”

He grins, “I’m assuming you are too otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

Reese shrugs with a laugh, “Hm..we’ll see.”

Kai playfully rolls his eyes and smirks, “Yeah, yeah.”

She smirks and sips her drink with another shrug.

Kai laughs, “You don’t have to say it, I know it’s true.”

Reese rolls her eyes at him and shakes her head, “You don’t know.”

He smirks at her, “I do.”

She sips her drink with a huff, “Sure thing, Seaboy.”

Kai laughs and drinks some of his beer.

Reese wrinkles her nose and shakes her head, “So..how many Auradon girls have been in this bedroom?”

He laughs, “Why?”

She shrugs with a laugh, “Curious minds want to know.”

Kai chuckles, “Plenty.”

Reese raises her brows and laughs, “C’mon give me a number.”

He laughs, “Are you asking how many girls have been in my room or how many girls I’ve slept with? They’re not the same.”

She sips her drink with a shrug, “Whatever you wanna tell me.”

Kai chuckles, “Too many for me to count.”

Reese rolls her eyes and laughs, “Mhm..”

He shrugs and grins, “Why?”

She shakes her head with a smirk, “Just curious. Personally I thought you and Chase were just dating each other.”

Kai laughs, “No no, I wouldn’t be able to handle Chase.”

Reese tilts her head back and laughs, “Why’s that?”

He laughs, “He’s just different than me.”

She sips her drink and laughs, “Right because you’re so bold?”

Kai chuckles, “That’s not what I’m saying.”

Reese nudges her knee against his with a laugh, “How are you different then?”

He smiles, “I don’t know, I think he’s more traditional than me. Believes in soulmates and stuff.”

She quirks an eyebrow as she sips her drink, “You don’t? Isn’t that against the Auradon laws?”

Kai rolls his eyes, “I’m not Auradonian, I wouldn’t know.”

Reese rolls her eyes and shrugs, “Fine. I mean I don’t believe that shit either but just assumed with being in the future king and queen’s circle you would.”

He shrugs, “I think that they are special and things worked out great for them, but I don’t think I have some perfect other half out there waiting for me.”

She furrows her brow and sips her drink, “Probably not. I definitely don’t. And even if we think we have one, it’s not perfect probably won’t work out. Hell, I grew up with two parents but they are absolutely miserable.”

Kai nods, “Like it sounds nice but how many soulmates can really exist here?”

Reese shrugs with a smirk and moves her hand to his thigh, “So that’s why it’s more fun to just hook up.”

He looks at her hand and licks his lips with a smirk, “I guess..”

She squeezes his thigh and finishes her drink before standing with a grin, “How about another one?”

Kai grins and takes her hand, “Right now?”

Reese hums and nods, “Unless you have something better in mind.”

Kai laughs and pulls her to sit back down.

She smirks and raises her brows with a laugh, “Yes?”

He takes her bottle and sets it to the side with his before pressing his lips to hers.

Reese slides her hand on the back of his neck and smirks against his lips.

Kai deepens the kiss and moves his hand to her hip.

She returns the deep kiss and shifts closer to him.

He hums into the kiss moves his other hand to her jaw.

Reese leans into his touch and slides her free hand up his chest.

Kai kisses her harder and lays her back on the bed, keeping their lips attached.

She pulls him closer and kisses him even deeper.

He tilts his head into the kiss and rubs her side.

Reese brushes her tongue over his lower lip and grips his shirt.

Kai parts his lips for her and moves his tongue over hers.

She makes a soft sound as she moves her tongue with his.

He massages his tongue with hers and rubs her waist.

Reese presses her chest against his and kisses him harder.

Kai deepens the kiss and shifts on top of her slightly.

She slides her hands over his back and tilts her head.

He kisses her harder and tilts his head into the kiss.

Reese pulls him closer and nips at his lower lip before pulling back.

Kai looks down at her and grins a little.

She smirks and tugs on his lower lip.

He makes a small noise and smiles widely.

Reese grins and presses her lips back to his.

Kai deepens the kiss and rubs her hip.

She kisses him just as deeply and slides her hand under the hem of his shirt.

He tilts his head into the kiss and swipes his tongue along her bottom lip.

Reese moves her nails over his lower back and parts her lips for him.

Kai moves his tongue over hers and slides his hand under her shirt to rub her bare hip.

She whimpers into the kiss and pulls him closer.

He curves his body over hers as they kiss and he sucks on her tongue.

Reese moans and wraps one leg around his waist.

Kai makes a small noise and presses his hips to hers.

She whimpers into the kiss as she digs her nails into his skin.

He breaks the kiss and kisses down her jaw.

Reese tilts her head to the side and pushes his shirt up more.

Kai pulls back to peel his shirt off before kissing down her neck heatedly.

She slides her hands down his chest and smirks to herself.

He sucks on her skin hard and pushes her shirt higher up.

Reese gasps and closes her eyes as she moves her nails over his skin.

Kai leaves a mark on her neck and kisses to the other side.

She makes a soft sound before biting her lip.

He kisses her neck heatedly and pushes her shirt up higher.

Reese pulls back a little to take her shirt off with a smirk.

Kai grins and kisses down to her collarbones.

She drags her nails down his back as she makes a soft sound.

He kisses down her chest and to her breast bone, his hand moving beneath her to unhook her bra.

Reese arches her back and helps him pull her bra away.

Kai kisses down to her breasts and wraps his lips around one while his hand massages the other.

She gasps and leans her head against the pillows as she moves her hand to the back of his head.

He swirls his tongue around the peak of her breasts as he palms the other.

Reese whimpers and arches her back towards him.

Kai hums and sucks a little harder on her breast.

She moans softly before biting her lip and tugging on his hair.

He switches his mouth and hand, humming against her skin.

Reese tightens her leg around him as she whimpers softly.

Kai pulls back and kisses down her stomach.

She smirks and slides her nails over his neck gently.

He undoes her jeans as he kisses her stomach.

Reese looks down at him as she starts to help him with her jeans.

Kai tugs them down her legs and toys with the waistband of her panties, “This okay?”

She laughs with a nod, “I wouldn’t be helping if it wasn’t.” Reese smirks and raises her brows at him.

He grins and nods before bringing her panties down her legs and he brings her thighs over his shoulders.

Reese kicks off the panties and grins down at him.

Kai kisses along her inner thighs and hums.

She bites her lip with a whimper.

He smirks and nips at her skin before kissing her other thigh.

Reese shifts closer to him and makes a soft sound.

Kai grins and sucks on her skin.

She leans her head back and whimpers, “Kai..”

He smirks, “Yes?”

Reese narrows her eyes at him and tugs on his hair.

Kai grins at her, “Say it.”

She glares harder and shakes her head, “You know what.”

He kisses closer to her center, “Say it.”

Reese whines softly before she sighs, “I want you, now come on..”

Kai licks up her slit before sucking on her clit.

She leans her head back and moans as she grips the pillow.

He hums and swirls his tongue around her clit.

Reese rocks her hips up slightly and whimpers his name.

Kai hums and moves his tongue side to side against her clit.

She slides her fingers through his hair and moans softly.

He squeezes her thighs and laps his tongue up and down her center slowly.

Reese whimpers as she rolls her hips up slightly.

Kai hums and sucks on her clit.

She moans softly and grips the pillow tighter.

He groans against her and moves one hand to tease her entrance with two fingers.

Reese whimpers louder and bites her lower lip as she moves her hips into his touch.

Kai slips two fingers into her and keeps teasing her clit with his tongue.

She moans and gently grips his hair, “Fuck..”

He thrusts his fingers and sucks harder on her center.

Reese bites her lip to quiet a louder moan as she rolls her hips up.

Kai moves his fingers harder and looks up at her, and he reaches up with his freehand to tug her lip out from between her teeth.

She gasps before narrowing her eyes at him and grips his hair.

He slides his hand down to her chest to massage her breast and he chuckles against her before thrusting his fingers harder.

Reese whimpers and drops her head back, “Fuck..”

Kai works his tongue harder against her clit as he thrusts his fingers quickly.

She whines and grips the pillow tighter, “Don’t stop..”

He hums and sucks on her clit as he keeps moving his fingers in and out of her.

Reese feels her stomach tense as she tugs on his hair and moans.

Kai groans and curls his fingers as he thrusts them.

She moans his name as she tugs on the pillow and hits her climax.

He makes a small noise and licks at her clit.

Reese whimpers as her hips writhe slightly.

Kai pulls back and kisses back up her body.

She drops her legs from around him and keeps her eyes closed as she catches her breath.

He grins and shifts onto his side next to her.

Reese glances over at him with a soft laugh.

Kai grins, "What?"

She shrugs with a smirk, “Nothing.”

He laughs and rubs her waist, "Tell me."

Reese laughs and shakes her head as she leans over to kiss him again.

Kai smiles and returns the kiss.

She slides her hand down his chest and kisses him harder.

He hums and kisses her just as hard.

Reese smirks against his lips and pushes him onto his back.

Kai smirks and pulls her on top of him.

She straddles his waist and kisses him deeply.

He hums into the kiss.

Reese rolls her hips down against his and kisses him harder.

Kai whimpers against her lips.

She grins against his lips and slides her hand down his chest.

He grins and moves his hands along her back.

Reese moves her hand over the front of his jeans with a hum.

Kai makes a small noise as they kiss.

She grips his length through his jeans and tugs on his lower lip.

He whimpers and pushes his hips into her hand.

Reese smirks as she unbuttons his jeans.

Kai hums as they kiss and kisses her harder.

She pushes his jeans down as she kisses him deeper.

He lifts his hips and kisses her just as deeply.

Reese hums into the kiss as she rolls her hips to meet his.

He groans and sucks on her bottom lip.

She makes a soft sound as she moves her hand over his length again.

Kai whimpers against her lips.

Reese breaks the kiss and moves her lips down his neck.

He tilts his head to the side and catches his breath.

She gently nips at his skin as she starts to push his boxers down.

Kai makes a small noise and slides his hands along her back.

Reese smirks against his skin and kisses down to his collarbone as she wraps her hand around him.

He whimpers and grips her hips.

She looks up at him and hums as she brushes her thumb over his tip.

Kai makes a small noise and looks at her.

Reese smirks and nips at his lower lip as she moves her hand up and down slowly.

He groans softly and kisses her deeply.

She returns the kiss and grips his length.

Kai moans and tilts his head into the kiss.

Reese smirks into the kiss and moves her hand up and down a little faster.

He groans softly against her lips and lifts his hips into her touch.

She keeps moving her hand as she breaks the kiss with a smirk, “What do you want?”

Kai makes a small noise, “Your mouth.”

Reese nods as she nips at his lower lip before kissing down to his chest.

He watches her and bites his lip.

She hums softly as she shifts down and slides her hand down to his base as she moves her tongue against his tip.

Kai groans softly and closes his eyes.

Reese swirls her tongue around him with a soft sound as she looks up at him.

He moans and moves his fingers into her hair.

She wraps her lips around his tip and sucks her cheeks in.

Kai tugs on her hair and groans.

Reese smirks as she looks up at him as she twists her hand around his length.

He moans her name and lifts his hips up slightly.

She whimpers and moves her head down, taking more of him into her mouth.

Kai groans and grips her hair tighter.

Reese smirks and drops her hand as she bobs her head up and down.

He moans as he watches her.

She slides her hands over his thighs as she hallows out her cheeks.

Kai groans her name and tugs on her hair.

Reese whimpers and moves faster.

He feels his abdomen tighten and he groans.

She moves her mouth towards his base and looks up at him.

Kai lets out a breathless moan of her name as he climaxes and releases into her mouth, his hips lifting slightly.

Reese makes a soft sound as she swallows quickly before pulling back.

He catches his breath and watches her, “Damn.”

She smirks and shifts to lay down next to him with a shrug.

Kai grins at her, “Was not expecting this.”

Reese laughs and rolls her eyes with a shrug, “Eh..I thought it could happen eventually. I mean it was between you and Chase, I knew I’d hook up with one of you.”

He makes a face and laughs, “Oh come on.”

Reese smirks and shrugs again, “I mean I was leaning towards you. It was like 60-40.”

Kai laughs loudly, “How flattering!”

She laughs and runs her fingers through her hair, “I think you’re edgier than Chase though. He seems like he might secretly cry in bed.”

He shakes his head and smirks, “Hes not your type.”

Reese rolls on her side and leans up on her elbow with a laugh, “I don’t have a type. I don’t date. Besides how would you know?”

His eyebrows raise, “You don’t have to date to have a type. Because back on the isle, he was just never the type of guy you looked at.”

She smirks and raises her brow, “And you were?”

Kai shrugs a little, “I think I’m closer than he is.”

Reese hums softly and shrugs a shoulder, “So closer to Briar then?”

His brows raise, “I guess so.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “Nah, not even close. He would’ve never gone down on me first, he’s such a dick.”

Kai chuckles and grins at her, “Briar probably can’t even find the clit.”

Reese laughs louder and shakes her head, “I mean he can, he’s just selfish.”

He laughs, “Sure he can.”

She rolls her eyes and shrugs, “So what’s your type then? Who was the girl who got the boyfriend?”

Kai sighs, “I liked Mei Song. It’s fine though.”

Reese raises her brows and shakes her head, “Really? I don’t see it.” She smirks and shrugs a shoulder, “She’s way too cool for you.”

He laughs a little, “I know she is.”

She hums softly and raises her brows, “So you’re all heartbroken and hence this situation then?”

Kai shakes his head, “No.”

Reese laughs and shrugs one shoulder.

He laughs, “Why?”

She shakes her head with a hums, “Just curious. I mean you kissed me first so just wondering.”

Kai shakes his head, “It wasn’t cause of her.

Reese nudges her leg against his with a laugh, “Then why did you kiss me?”

He laughs, “I wanted to.”

She shrugs and shakes her head, “So you get turned on by my yelling at you? Interesting.”

Kai’s eyes widen, “Definitely not.”

Reese smirks and lays down on her back, “Mhm sure.”

He laughs, “We were talking before that.”

She nods with a laugh, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”

Kai grins, “Stop.”

Reese looks over at him and laughs, “Stop what? I’m innocent.”

He laughs, “Never have been.”

She smirks and shrugs one shoulder, “Good point.”

Kai laughs and rolls onto his side.

She grins and nudges her leg against his.

He smiles widely at her.

Reese laughs and raises her brows, “What?”

Kai shakes his head and laughs, “Nothin’.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “Really?”

He laughs and nods, “Really.”

Reese shakes her head and rolls on her side to face him.

Kai smiles and gently pushes some of her hair behind her ear.

She raises her brows and smiles at him.

He smiles, "Stay the night?"

Reese nods with a shrug, “Sure. Feed me breakfast in the morning?”

Kai grins and nods with a laugh, "Deal. What do you like?"

She laughs with a hum, “I’m not picky.”

He laughs, “Okay well savory or sweet?”

Reese hums and shrugs, “Savory is better.”

Kai chuckles, "Savory it is then."

She nods and pulls his blanket up.

He lays down completely and brings his arm around her frame, pulling her into him.

Reese smirks and tangles her legs with his, “Are you a cuddler?”

Kai closes his eyes and smirks, "Tonight I am."

She closes her eyes and laughs sleepily.

He holds her before starting to get tired too.

Reese slides her hand over his arm before yawning, “Night Kai..”

Kai speaks tiredly, "Night, Reese.."

She relaxes against the bed and drifts off to sleep.

He holds her as he falls asleep with her.

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