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skzstannie · 6 months

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"Do you want to start over?"

SKZ-> Bang Chan x Reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, exes to lovers wc: ~4,100 cw: arguments, mentions of alcohol and Chan's drunk, use of Y/N (soz, I tried not to), reader’s a university student

summary: a fun night out leads to a much needed confrontation

A/N: Hiii! Some romantic angst for today with Chan. I'm on break for the holidays, so expect lots of fics during the next few weeks!

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"We have got to get out more! This is so fun!" your friend yells over the loud music playing in the bar.

The time reads 12:30 A.M, and as much fun as this is, you can't deny the fact you're getting tired.

"For real, I could go all night!" another one of your friends says, her arms swinging over her head to the beat of the music.

Your eyes widen at that- all night?

"Come on Y/N, dance! You don't even look like you're having fun." They grab your arms, swaying you back and forth.

You let them have their fun for a few more songs, allowing your whole body to feel the music.

The time slips away from you, the rampant atmosphere providing you a distraction from your drowsiness. Your alcohol intake is definitely a factor, as well.

Your phone rings in your pocket, bringing you back to reality. You unlock it to reveal Changbin's name. You haven't heard from him, or any of your ex's other friends, since the breakup. Not that you were expecting to, but it's definitely strange for him to be calling you now.

Figuring it could be an emergency, you excuse yourself from the dance circle your friends have created and step outside to take the call.

"Hello?" you answer, your voice timid.

"Hello? Y/N?" you hear from the other side. He sounds a little out of breath, a hint of panic coming through.

"Yea, Changbin, is everything alright?" you question, your concern growing.

"Um, kinda? I don't know," he responds, sounding distracted. He sounds distant now, like he's pulled the phone away from his ear.

"Where are you? Do you need help?"

"Well, I'm with Chan. We're in the park, just off your university campus. He's refusing to go home until he sees you. He's pretty wasted right now, but I can't get him to come home, so I figured giving you a call was worth a shot."

Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear Chan's slurred words in the background. "Is-is that Y/N? Let me talk to her."

"No, Chan, just sit back down." You hear some shuffling from the other side before Changbin's voice becomes clearer again. "Hello? Are you still there?"

You debate hanging up. This was not supposed to happen tonight. Your friends brought you out to forget about him, not go and see him all desperate and drunk for you. Somewhere in the back of your tipsy mind, you know you want to see him, to touch him one more time.

Your breakup was sad for both you and Chan. You were the one who ended it. It was nothing Chan did; you were just far too stressed with everything you had going on, and you didn't feel like it was fair to Chan. He was always busy with producing, and if he wasn't producing, he was in meetings or hanging with the boys.

You always had class and work, and you felt like you were starting to neglect your studies. With you nearing the end of your degree, entering your senior year a few months prior, that was the last thing you needed.

So, for the sake of both of your education and futures, you broke it off. It was sudden, and you caught him completely off guard with it.

You remember how absolutely heartbroken he sounded, the sounds of his choked up words forever tattooed on your brain. "What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?" He'd grabbed your hands, pulling them close to his chest. His heartbeat was erratic, similar to his breathing, and the tears welled in his eyes so fast you feared they'd spill over before you could even respond.

"I just think it's for the best," you had replied. You were cold and emotionless with it, trying to protect your own heart in the process of breaking his. You never did tell him why you were ending it. You were scared he'd call you ridiculous, saying that that's no reason to breakup, and that he could fix it.

That's not what you had wanted to hear at the time. You felt you were doing the right thing for both of you.

It had been months since then, and your heart never healed. You still loved him, but you were always too embarrassed to reach out. After all, it was your fault. You were the one who broke up with him, not the other way around.

You never heard from any of the other boys either. You knew they were a tight-knit group, so you assumed they hated you. You hated yourself too, in a way. You broke his heart into a million pieces and never even told him why.

You wanted him. You needed him, so so bad. You've been waiting for this moment for months. Sure, maybe you weren't expecting him to be completely wasted, but you couldn't let this opportunity slip. Your friends would be upset, probably tell you it was a bad idea and drag you home. That's why you weren't going to tell them the details.

"Where are you? I'm coming to get him." You hear Changbin's sigh of relief from the other side of the phone as he tells you exactly where they are.

You hang up and send a quick text to your friends who are no doubt still dancing up a storm inside the bar. You're brief with them, telling them something came up and you have to run home. You don't wait for their reply, hurrying off to hopefully fix the biggest mistake of your life.

~ ~ ~

"Y/N, thank God you came. He's been out of his mind for hours now," Changbin tells you as you walk up to them. You see Chan sitting on the park bench beside him, and his head whips up at the sound of your name.

Chan's eyes widen at the sight of you. He jumps up, stumbling a bit, but he's able to regain his balance. He's surprisingly quick in making his way over to you.

You can smell the alcohol on him from a few feet away, but you don't pay it any mind as he throws himself at you, his arms heavily hanging over your shoulders. "Y/N," he slurs, "You're here."

He sighs into your neck, his head leaning to rest on your shoulder. Your arms come up around his waist, holding him up. He's not putting all his weight on you, but you still struggle to keep him upright, his drunken state making it hard for him to stand straight.

You look to Changbin, your arms straining around Chan's body. "What should we do?" you ask him. You're not sure what the rest of Changbin's plan was. You come here to see him, then what? Take him home? Send them back on their way? You're not entirely sure which you'd prefer, to be honest.

"I wanna go home with you," Chan whines in response before Changbin has a chance.

"I don't know, Chan, I don't think-" Changbin is quick to cut you off.

"I'll help him to your place." He walks over to you guys, practically ripping Chan off you. He drapes one of Chan's arms over his shoulders, holding up most of his weight.

You stop and think for a moment.

What are you doing!? You can't bring your ex back home! Your tipsy, and he's absolutely wasted. Even if you were to ever reconcile, you certainly didn't want it to be under these circumstances.

"Changbin, I-"

"Nope, this is your mess, and you know you need to fix it." He starts to drag Chan in the direction of your apartment, Chan letting out incoherent babbles along the way.

You're still stood in the same spot, but you rush to catch up to them.

"Excuse me?" you let out in disbelief.

"You heard me," he sasses back, leaning forward to make eye contact with you around Chan's hanging head. "You know what you did wasn't right, and I know you regret it."

Your jaw drops. How did he know this?

"You can't just assume I've wanted to run back to him all this time," you rebut, draping Chan's other arm over your own shoulders to help him walk a little steadier.

"I'm not assuming anything. Your roommate told me. We know you've been just as much of a wreck as he has been."

You scoff but leave it at that. How could you argue when he knew? He knew that you've been struggling ever since, crying day and night. Embarrassment washes over your body, already planning out the conversation you'll have with your roommate about sharing your personal problems with your ex's best friends.

It's silent for a few minutes. You're nearing your complex now, the light from the streetlights dimming, transitioning into the light from your neighbors' porchlights.

"How much did she tell you?" You ask as the three of you approach your front door.

"Enough to know you need this just as much as he does."

~ ~ ~

You unlock your front door, Chan breaking free from Changbin's hold and stumbling into your apartment. You watch from the foyer as he trips over his own two feet, falling onto the couch. You allow your gaze to travel over to Changbin, assured that Chan will be staying in one spot for at least a few minutes.

"You ok?" he asks, his concern for you showing for the first time that night.

While your roommate never made it known to you, the boys had texted her just days after the breakup, asking what had happened. She had explained your side of things to them, and she made them promise not to tell Chan. She didn't want to meddle in your love life like that. As stupid as she thought you were being, it wasn't her place, or his friend's place, to tell him anything.

They agreed not to tell Chan anything, if and only if she agreed to keep them updated on you.

"I'm fine. Yea, this is fine," you rub your hands over your face, trying get rid of the tiredness surely covering your features.

"I'll text you guys tomorrow afternoon," he says, turning to head back to the front door. You follow him, seeing him out.

He steps outside, turning back around and catching the door before you can close it. "I know we sprung this on you, but don't stress out about it. Just do what feels right," and with that he turns and walks down the stairs, not waiting for your reply.

You slowly the close the door, allowing your back to slide down it. You sit on the floor, your elbows resting on your knees, palms holding your head up.

Your heart races knowing who waits for you in your living room. What do you say? Do you wait until morning to hash it out? That would probably be best, but what if he wants to talk about it now?

Heavy footsteps bring you out of your thoughts. Your eyes snap up from the ground, seeing Chan making his way towards you.

He clumsily settles himself in front of you, crossing his legs as he leans back on his arms, his palms resting flat on the floor behind him.

His eyes are glossed over from the alcohol, a lazy smile gracing his lips. "I've missed you."

Your heart flutters at that. You feel the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach, and you're not entirely sure how to respond. With the exhaustion from your night's activities taking over your body, all you really want to do is go to sleep. Your mind is not in the right space to have a conversation with him right now.

"What do you want me to say, Chan?" you let out a breathy chuckle, your cheeks flushing pink. As tired as you are, his words still have an affect on you.

"Preferably that you've missed me, too."

"This isn't the right time to have this conversation. You're drunk, and I'm tipsy and exhausted. Let's go to bed, and I promise we'll talk about it in the morning," you tell him, rising to your feet. You reach a hand out to him, offering him help to stand.

His face morphs into a pout, and he holds out his pinky towards you from his spot on the floor. "Promise?" his voice wobbles, tears springing into his eyes. He'd always been an emotional drunk, his vulnerable side surfacing at the mere sight of alcohol.

Pinky promises had always been your thing when you were together. Until this day, neither of you had ever broken one. It was honestly a really important part of your relationship. Your plans would fall through sometimes, or somebody would forget to pick up dinner, but if you guys pinky promised, you knew you could fully trust them. Him remembering this in his drunken state does something to your insides, pulling on your heart strings a bit.

You hesitate, taking your lip in between your teeth, but eventually latch your pinky onto his.

"Pinky promise."

~ ~ ~

"Alright, here's a couple blankets and a pillow. The T.V. remote is right there, and I'll get you a glass of water and some ibuprofen for the morning. Anything else?" You set the bedding onto the couch, smoothing out the sheet you had laid there beforehand.

"Hmmm," he hums, bringing his finger up to his lips, portraying a very exaggerated thinking face. "Will you stay with me?" He tilts his head at you, patting the spot beside him.

"I will not. I will be sleeping in my own bed."

He pouts at that, and you quickly turn away, fearing you won't be able to hold strong if you look at him much longer.

You get ready for bed, making your way around your apartment turning all the lights off. You flip the lights out in the living room, the television providing a soft glow to it's surroundings.

"Goodnight Chan, sleep well." You wait a few seconds for a reply, but all you hear in return is his heavy breathing, small snores escaping his lips every now and again.

~ ~ ~

You're awakened from your slumber at the sound of your door creaking open. Your head jumps off your pillow, abruptly sitting up in bed.

You let your defenses down upon seeing Chan's face, slightly puffy with sleep.

"Do you need something?" you ask softly. You glance beside you at your alarm clock.

4:43 A.M. Way too early to get up.

He doesn't respond, the only noise in the room coming from the sounds of his socks shuffling against your soft carpet. He makes his way to the side of your bed, looking down at you sleepily.

"Chan, go back to bed. It's too early." You roll back over, too tired to play any games so early in the morning.

It's silent for a moment, and you almost allow yourself to fall back to sleep, but you jolt at the feeling of your bedding dipping behind you. Chan pushes up against your back, moving you further away from the edge of the bed.

He slides underneath the covers behind you, his strong arm coming up to wrap around your middle, pulling you closer to him.

He's incredibly warm, and you can't help but cuddle into him further, feeding off the heat his body is providing you.

He lets out a long sigh, his breath blowing up against the back of your head.

You lay there, stiff as a board. Your mind wanders to all the nights spent like this when you were together. How nice it always felt to lay in his arms, comforted and safe. You breathe deeply, inhaling his woodsy scent you've missed all those months.

His breathing has slowed and evened by this point, and you're sure he's fallen back asleep. You do the same just minutes later, unable to resist the invisible pull of your eyelids, shutting them and allowing you to fall asleep once again.

~ ~ ~

You're eyes open and you're met with the bright sunrays coming through your window, making you squint. You feel around behind, the warm body next to you nowhere to be seen, leaving nothing but the cold sheets in his place.

You jump out of bed, scared he may have run off early in the morning. Scrambling, you throw on a hoodie from your floor and hurry out your bedroom door, rushing towards the living room.

You stop in your tracks when you get there, seeing him sitting on your couch, legs crossed over each other on your coffee table.

You stand there another few moments, waiting for him to see you. He turns his body, "Are you just gonna stand there?" he asks, the teasing evident in his voice.

You don't know what to make of all this. He should hate you. He should've left as soon as he felt well enough this morning. You broke his heart for God's sake. You broke his heart into a million pieces, and never even tried to put them back together.

You slowly make your way over to him, sitting beside him on your couch, making sure to leave a safe amount of distance between the two of you.

"Sooo..." you start as he clears his throat. You both laugh, the awkward tension slowly melting.

"You go first," you tell him. You weren't really sure what you were going to say anyway.

"I apologize for last night. From making Changbin call you, to making you take me home, to getting in your bed in the middle of the night. I'm sorry if I crossed boundaries, I mean, I'm sure I did," he looks to you for assurance that it's ok if he keeps going.

You give him a small shoulder shrug. You don't know if he really did cross any boundaries. He obviously didn't make you take him home. If you really didn't want him here, you would've told Changbin yesterday. As persistent as he seemed last night, you know he wouldn't have pushed that hard if you were truly uncomfortable.

"It's ok. I answered the phone call, I brought you here, and I let you in my bed. This goes both ways, and if I wasn't comfortable with it, I wouldn't have let it happen."

His eyes soften at this, his shoulders releasing the visible tension he's been holding there all morning. "Ok, good." He hesitates for a moment, wringing his hands in his lap. "I guess, I just wanna know why, ya know? Why did you end things the way you did?" His eyes meet yours, and it's hard for you to decipher the emotion behind them. Anger, sadness, regret- you're not sure. You're pretty sure they're all present to some degree.

You pretend to think, although you know in your heart you don't have to. You know exactly why you ended; if only you'd let him in on it a little sooner, it probably would've saved him a lot of heartache.

"I was overwhelmed," you pause for a moment, and he nods his head, encouraging you to keep going. "I had so much going on, school was hectic, my job had my head all over the place, and I felt like what I had left to give you just wasn't enough."

He doesn't say anything for a few moments, his eyes glued to his hands. "You could've just talked to me about it. I would've understood, and we could've figured it out." His voice comes out weak, like I've struck a nerve that was never meant to be touched, let alone toyed with and tore.

"That was exactly what I was scared of. I really thought that what I was doing was what was best for both of us."

"You don't get to make that call, Y/N," his words come out strong, his eyes finally meeting yours. "I loved you, and I still love you," he scoffs, "Can you believe that? After all the hell you put me through, I still love you." He gets up from the couch and begins to lightly pace in front of the T.V.

He runs hands through his hair, brushing it back from his eyes. Tears well up in yours, and you quickly wipe them before they even get the chance to fall. You don't deserve to cry. You did this to him.

"I'm so sorry," you choke out. "I regret it. I regret it all. I can't imagine how much I hurt you, but I know I did, deeply. I want to make sure you know that it wasn't easy for me, either. I haven't been myself all these months. I stopped going to my classes, and last night was the first night I'd gone out in months."

He stops his pacing, standing right in front of you. He just stares, and your emotions run wild when you can't decipher how he's feeling.

"I'm so sorry," the tears you tried to keep at bay flow freely down your face now, "If I'd have known what it would do to both of us, I would never have done it. It was a stupid, spur of the moment decision, and I felt like I had control. If I had the control, everything would be ok," your words break through your sobs, "but it wasn't ok, and I'm so, so sorry!" Your hands cover your eyes, your head bowing to your knees to hide your grief-stricken face.

He still stands there, in the same spot, just staring. You're too overwhelmed by your own guilt to notice him moving closer to you at a feverish pace.

He rips your hands from your face, pulling your wrist until you're standing in front of him. He forcefully grabs your jaw, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is short, but you've never known such passion could be passed on through a kiss.

All the pent up anxiety and guilt melts between the two of you, your emotions mixing together like sugar and water, dissolving between the two of you until they're one.

He pulls back, his breathing quick. "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

You look at him, shock prominent on your face. "How can you do this?"

His eyes widen, scared he's crossed the line yet again. "What?" he stutters.

"Why don't you hate me? I expected you to yell at me, maybe even call me a few names. Why are you standing in my living room kissing me like all this never happened?"

"I could never hate you," his fingers run along your jaw before settling softly on your cheek. "As much as I’ve wanted to these last few months, just to help myself get over you, I could never. I've been going crazy without you."

"How could you forgive me, just like that?" You're confusion seeps through your tone.

"Because you're perfect. We all make mistakes, and I've had months to deal with this one. Now, knowing why you did it makes it all the easier."

You still just stare at him, almost expecting him to say "Just kidding", laugh in your face, and run out the door.

But he doesn't. He's still standing in front of you, holding your face so gently that you can barely feel his calloused hand, his fingers gently caressing your cheek.

"I know this is a lot, and maybe I'm crazy, but do you want to start over?"

Your confusion becomes more evident, your brows furrowing lightly.

"Let's redo all our firsts. Our first date, our first kiss, our first 'I love you'. I'm willing to move past this if you are."

His eyes are filled with hope, sparkling in the light coming in from the window.

"I don't know Chan..." you trail off, "I'm not sure I can ever forgive myself. I hate what I did to you, and I've hated myself ever since because of it. I don't know how to come to terms with your forgiveness when I don't deserve it."

"We can work through it together. I will be there with you every step of the way. I promise, pinky promise," he's persistent, his pinky reaching out towards yours.

You stare at his hand, remembering how nicely your hands fit together. That's how everything feels with Chan. Your body has always fit perfectly with his, your personalities meshing like nothing you've ever experienced before.

"So what do you say?" your gaze raises until it meets his, and you realize you'll never be able to say no to those eyes. "Will you go on a date with me?" His smile widens, his pearly teeth on full display.

"I think- I think I'd like that a lot."

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earthtoharlow · 3 months

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Faux Love

This was supposed to be easy, right? Pretending to be in love with my best friend, just to satisfy our families’ constant nagging about us getting together. After all, we know each other inside out, every quirk, every flaw. We could easily slip into the roles of a couple without missing a beat.

But as we share knowing glances and laugh at each other’s jokes, I realize that our friendship has always been the foundation of something deeper. It’s as though the love was already there, quietly simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself….

“Hi, can I get a venti, half-caff, non-fat, extra-hot, caramel macchiato with three pumps of vanilla syrup, please?” Jean asked, pulling out her wallet for some cash.

“Name?” The man behind the counter asked.

“Jean Louise.” She replied, handing him her cash.

He shook his head at her before nodding behind her. “It’s already been taken care of.”

She followed his line of…head nodding and saw the gentleman who paid for her drink. The man was tall, hair was cut into a mullet. A curly one at that. He wasn’t looking her way but the way he was smirking and pretending to flip through a magazine, confirmed he was the one who paid for the drink.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” He said, extending his hand for her to shake as she stood by the counter to wait for her drink.

Jean ignored his hand and began texting on her phone. She responded without looking up at him. “Jack? That’s kind of boring, don’t you think”

Jack grinned, feeling a surge of confidence at her comment. “Actually, it’s short for Jackman,” he corrected her with a playful tone.

“Jackman? Now that’s more interesting,” Jean replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“So, Jean Louise… would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” Jack drawled, Kentucky accent coming out full force.

Jean stared at him for a moment, really taking him in. She first noticed his lazy eye that she couldn’t help but find endearing. He stood in front of her nervously running a hand through his interesting looking curly mullet. He was attractive, very attractive.

“The hottest tea we have for Jack!” The man behind the counter yelled out.

Jean couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he grabbed his tea and took a small sip. Jack smirked before holding the tea out, offering some to her.

“No, thank you.” Jean laughed, pushing his hand away.

“What time should I pick you up tonight?” He asked with a big smile as he leaned against the counter.

That damned smile.

“A very complicated order for Jean Louise!” The man behind the counter yelled out.

“Ok, Jackman.” Jean said, grabbing her drink and a napkin. “If you can find out where I live, then you can take me out at 7pm. Thanks for the drink!”

Was Jean being kinda rude? Probably but she was nowhere near ready to be in a relationship. And she wasn't a big fan of one night stands. She was 26 for crying out loud! She was done with that. Jack was very attractive though…

***

It was around 6:30 when Jean heard her buzzer go off by the front door, she sighed as she had just sat down on her couch, getting ready to rewatch Gossip Girl for the 20th time.

“Yes?” She called out pressing the button.

“Uh, it’s Jack!”

“Jack who?”

“Man? Jackman, I mean. I know I’m a little early but I gave myself extra time just in case I got lost. I’ve actually been driving around since 6:15 but I didn’t want to seem like a weirdo for arriving so early.” He rambled against the speakers.

“How the hell did you find my location?!”

“You were in such a rush to leave that you left your wallet at the cafe, so being a good samaritan I opened it to find your address and return it. Also, are you going to let me in? It’s starting to rain.”

Jean was too shocked to do anything but buzz him in. She then ran down the hall to her bedroom to find something to wear.

She wanted something that said “I’m not a whore, but I’m not a virgin either.” Not that she planned on having sex with Jack. She was actually going to tell him that they should just be friends, after enjoying this free meal.

She threw on a little black dress, because you can never go wrong with that. And began quickly applying on makeup so that she looked alive.

Jean ignored the knock on the door, Jack could wait a few more minutes. It wasn’t until she heard thunder that she decided to go open the door.

When she opened the door, Jack stood there with that damned smile holding out her wallet for her to grab. Jean grabbed her wallet before walking back to her closet to find some heels to wear.

“So, where are you taking me? I’m starving!”

***

As Jean sat across from Jack at a private bistro, she couldn’t help the feeling of skepticism creeping into her mind. Jack was charming, and everything was going too well. He was different, refreshingly so. She felt more comfortable with Jack than she had with any guy before. Jack seemed to genuinely care about what she had to say. It was weird.

“So, your name?” Jack questioned as he offered Jean a helping of his pasta. Jean opened her mouth and let him feed her.

“Yeah, my mom was really big into literature. Her favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird. My brother's name is Radley.” Jean explained tracing a finger around her glass.

“I love that, hm I’ve never met a Scout before.”

“Well, Jackman. I can guarantee I’ll be your favorite.”

With each passing moment, Jean found herself slowly lowering her guard, allowing herself to enjoy the conversation and appreciate Jack's genuine interest in getting to know her.

After spending the rest of the night talking, Jack dropped Jean back home, walking her to the front door. What shocked Jean the most was that he didn’t lean in for a kiss or ask to come inside. He just said goodnight with a hug.

Maybe she judged Jack Harlow too soon. Of course she knew who he was. He might as well be the mayor of Kentucky. He was nice and seemed like a genuinely good person.

It was a shame she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend right now.

***

AN: New Series!!!! Let me know your thoughts 💋

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tonyspank · 10 months

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CHAPTER TWO | RECKLESS

Tara Carpenter x G!P Reader x Female OC

Warnings: zombies, near death experience, violence, frankie, and idk

A/N: i imagine heather to look like beabadoobee + this is like 6k words or sum like that

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It's your first day in the neighborhood, and you're already behind bars. You quickly get up as the door to the room opens, revealing a stern-looking police officer. She glances at you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, making you feel even more uneasy.

The blonde woman then begins laughing. Her laughter echoes through the room, breaking the tension that had been building up. You can't help but feel a sense of relief as her laughter seems to lighten the atmosphere.

"If it were up to me, I'd let you out tonight, but Dewey wants you to think about what you've done. Frankie always edged me the wrong way as soon as he got here, he's too childish. I'm Officer Kirby, by the way." Officer Kirby's voice is surprisingly friendly, contrasting with the initial air of suspicion.

She leans against the wall, her expression softening as she continues to speak. "Dewey just wants to make sure you understand the consequences of your actions. We're here to help you, not punish you."

You nod at her words, "Thank you." Officer Kirby nods back, a reassuring smile on her face. "You're welcome," she says, her tone filled with genuine sympathy. "I'll let your visitor in."

Visitor? Was it Iris? You wrap your hand around the iron bars in front of you, waiting for Kirby to bring your visitor in. The sound of footsteps grows louder, and your heart skips a beat as the door swings open to reveal... Tara?

The freckled-faced girl walks towards you with a hesitant smile. "Hey," she says softly. You send her a tiny smile, your voice as low as hers. "Hey."

Tara's visit catches you off guard, and you can't help but wonder why she is visiting you in this place. As she reaches the iron bars, you notice a hint of nervousness in her eyes. "...Thank you. For, uh, not letting me leave with him." You nod, understanding her gratitude. "Of course, Tara. I guess we're even now, huh?"

Tara's eyes widen slightly. "Yeah, I guess so. I still feel like I owe you one." You give her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease any lingering doubts she may have. "Don't worry about it, Tara. Just glad I could help."

Tara stares at you a bit before shaking her head, "Yeah, I don't know. I think I was more messed up than I realized." You slip a finger through the bar, reaching out to gently touch her hand. Tara eyes your hand for a bit, hesitant at first but eventually allowing your touch.

"It's okay, Tara. Plus, I think we were all a little messed up at that party. I thought I landed all my punches until I realized I saw three Frankies instead of one."

Tara gives a small chuckle, her dimples deepening as she looks up at you. You smile at Tara's chuckle, relieved to see her mood lighten. Your own smile begins to fade as you ask, "Hey, do you know anyone named Iris here?" Her eyebrows furrow, and she slowly nods her head.

"Iris? Yeah, I know her. Her and Chad are supposed to be a thing. Why do you ask?" Tara's voice carries a hint of curiosity as she waits for your response.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should confide in Tara. But after a deep breath, you decide to trust her. "I knew Iris before...you know, the walkers. She was my girlfriend."

Tara's eyes widen in surprise, "Are you serious?" You nod, pulling your hand back behind the bars. "Yeah, we've been together since high school. It feels like a lifetime ago now," you reply, a hint of sadness in your voice. Tara's expression softens.

Before she speaks, you noticed a mix of emotions flicker across her face: empathy, understanding, and perhaps a touch of curiosity. It's clear that Tara wants to know more, but she respects your vulnerability and decides to give you the space to share at your own pace. "I'm sorry..."

"It's nice to know she's safe, though. I've been stressing myself out about it." You clear your throat, and tears begin to well up in your eyes. Fuck. You were really about to cry in front of Tara. She frowns at the sight of your tears, worry evident in her expression.

Tara reaches into the cell, her hand barely brushing your forearm "Hey, it's okay to let it out," she says softly. "I'm here for you, whatever you need." You take a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over you at Tara's words.

Her empathy and support make you feel seen and understood. With a shaky voice, you manage to say, "Thank you, Tara. I just... I've been holding it all in for so long, and it's been overwhelming."

You lace your fingers together, trying to steady yourself. Tara's presence provides a much-needed sense of comfort and safety, allowing you to finally release the emotions that have been weighing you down. As tears stream down your face, Tara begins crouching down, allowing you both to sit down on the floor together.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Tara's eyes soften along with her voice, "You don't have to apologize. Now we're even." She jokes, trying to lighten the mood. You manage a weak smile, grateful for Tara's attempt to brighten you up.

The two of you sit in silence, finding solace in each other's presence as you navigate through the overwhelming emotions together.

You don't know how long you've been sitting there, but soon Officer Bailey walks inside the room. Officer Bailey's stern expression softens as he takes in the scene, a small smile fighting his lips. He clears his throat, breaking the silence, "Tara. Visiting time is over."

Tara looks up at Officer Bailey, her eyes filled with sadness but also a sense of acceptance. She squeezes your hand gently before standing up. "Okay." As she walks towards the door, she turns back to give you one last reassuring smile, which you return.

As Tara exits the room, Officer Bailey follows closely behind her, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. You watch them disappear from sight, letting out a heavy sigh.

How could Iris move on without knowing you were okay? Did she even care about you anymore? These questions lingered in your mind, causing a pang of uncertainty. You couldn't help but wonder if Iris had truly moved on or if she still held a flicker of love for you deep within her heart.

You remind yourself that people change, and perhaps Iris had her own reasons for moving on. But somewhere deep down, you still held onto the hope that she had not completely forgotten about you.

It's now afternoon, and you're back in Gale's living room. "Officer Hicks told me what happened at the party." You open your mouth to speak, but she interrupts you.

"I'm not mad! Just a little bit disappointed. I understand that things can get out of hand sometimes, especially at parties. But I hope you realize the importance of making responsible choices and considering the consequences of your actions. I'm also not saying you were in the wrong, but violence was not the way to go about that." As Gale speaks, you feel a sense of relief knowing that she isn't holding any grudges against you.

You nod, grateful for Gale's understanding and willingness to let go of any lingering resentment. "Thank you." You say sincerely, and Gale smiles warmly, believing in your ability to grow from this.

"Anyways. About your job." You perk up, eager to find out what role Gale has assigned you. Gale continues, "I've been thinking about it, and I think you'll be a great runner of ours. You'll be stationed with Chad, Wes, Ethan, and Danny. Sometimes it's about supplies, and other times it's about taking out a herd that's getting a bit too close to home." You feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of being part of the team and contributing to the community's safety.

Gale assures you, "Don't worry, we'll provide you with all the necessary equipment you'll need to handle any situation that may arise." She explains that the team has a well-stocked supply room with everything from weapons to protective gear. Additionally, Gale mentions that they regularly conduct training sessions to ensure everyone is prepared for any challenges they may face.

"Do you have any questions? —" The front door is loudly slammed open, causing you and Gale to rise from the couch. "Sorry, Gale! She wouldn't listen to me." You recognize that voice as Sidney's, but the figure that makes its way down the hallway isn't Sidney, but Iris.

Iris has a distraught look on her face, but anger is also evident in her eyes. She storms into the room, ignoring your presence, and confronts Gale. "Tell Dewey to get a team ready to look for my sister now! Not later now! How could you wait? What if she's in trouble? What if she's bit?"

Iris's voice trembles with worry as she pleads with Gale, her words filled with urgency and fear. Gale's gaze flickers from Sidney's to Iris's, unsure of what to do. You speak up, "Heathers in trouble?"

Iris turns towards you, her eyes filled with desperation. "Yes, Heather's been missing for hours now. Richie returned without her. We need to find her before something bad happens," she says, her voice stern.

Gale's expression softens as they realize the gravity of the situation. "Iris is right, we can't waste any more time. We need to gather a search party and start looking for Heather immediately," Gale declares, determination shining in their eyes.

Everyone rushes out of the house, splitting in different directions as they set up for a search party. You follow Gale the entire time, who turns around as the two of you hand out weapons. She holds out a pistol, "Are you ready?"

You take the pistol from Gale's outstretched hand and say, "More than you know." Gale smirks at your words, and Ethan comes behind you, patting your back. You smile at the curly-haired boy who makes his way inside the truck.

You then glance to your left, Sam is hugging Danny goodbye, and Chad... Chad held Iris's face in his palms, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. Chad whispers something to Iris, and she nods, her eyes never leaving his.

You swallow the lump in your throat, jealousy running throughout your body. Suddenly, a hand lands on your forearm, causing you to jump. You turn around to see Tara, who gives you a subtle smile. "Don't die out there. You owe me for last night."

You give Tara a grateful smile and nod, appreciating her support. "Thanks, Tara. I'll make sure to come back in one piece," you reply, a smile on your face. Tara's heart flutters. She doesn't know what it was, but there was something about your smile that made her feel fuzzy inside.

As you turn back towards the truck, you take a deep breath and remind yourself of the mission ahead, pushing aside any lingering feelings of jealousy.

"Hey? Where the hell is Wes?" Chad asks, moving away from Iris. Tara's smile fades slightly as she scans the area, realizing that Wes is nowhere to be seen. As if on cue, Wes emerges, but with crutches, limping towards the group.

"Hey, man? What happened?" Chad asks, you furrow your eyebrows too, as Wes was just fine last night. Wes looks down at his crutches and sighs. "I had a little accident this morning," he explains. "Fell down the steps and twisted my ankle pretty bad." You feel a pang of sympathy for Wes, hoping he's okay.

Ethan is now out of the SUV, frowning at his friend's injury. "Won't that mean we need someone to replace him for the mission?" Danny glances at Ethan, nodding.

"Yeah, we might need to find a replacement," he says, considering the implications of Wes' injury on the mission. "We can't afford to have someone who can't keep up."

"Gale!" Danny calls out, catching the attention of their dark-haired woman. Gale looks over, curious about the urgency in Danny's voice. She holds up a finger at Richie, who nods, looking back down at a map to try and pinpoint exactly where Heather could be.

"We need someone to step in for Wes," Danny explains, gesturing towards Wes. Gale nods, processing the information quickly. "I can." Another Office that you haven't met says, walking closer to the group of people. Wes eyes widen, "Mom! No."

The officer ignores Wes's protest, her drive unwavering. She looks at him with a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine, Wes. We need to find Heather as soon as possible." Gale gestures to the blonde haired woman to speak with her privately.

Gale leads the officer away from the group, their conversation filled with hushed tones and concerned expressions. You furrow your eyebrows.

What could they be talking about that they can't announce to the group?

As you watch Gale and the officer converse, a sense of unease washes over you. You wonder if there is something more serious going on than just finding Heather. The hushed tones and concerned expressions make you question if there is a hidden danger or threat that they are discussing.

The officer nods, walking away from Gale. Gale walks back to the group, "Frankie will be joining you guys. Chad, speak with Richie." Gale sends everyone a glance before walking away, with Iris and Wes following. Chad quickly nods and approaches Richie, who points at the map and discusses where to look for Heather.

You turn to Ethan, "What's that all about?" He just shrugs and says, "I'm not sure, but it seems like something serious. We should stay alert and keep an eye out for anything unusual while we search for Heather."

He goes back into the SUV, and you turn your head, noticing Tara's stare on you.

She's been staring at you so long that she didn't even notice Sam walking away, leaving her alone. You meet Tara's gaze and raise an eyebrow, silently questioning her.

She quickly looks away, blushing and pretending to be interested in something else. You smile to yourself before following Ethan into the SUV, maybe Tara does like you after all.

The door opens, revealing Frankie. Frankie scoots inside, obviously upset at the fact that you're in his presence. You can't help but crack a smile at his swollen cheek since it appears one of your punches did connect from last night.

Ethan glances at Frankie's swollen cheek and raises an eyebrow, amused by the evidence of your altercation.

He then taps your shoulder, allowing you to take his seat as he sits between you and Frankie. Just as he does this, Chad and Danny get into the truck, glancing at the three of you. "Everyone good?" Ethan nods, raising his thumb with a wide smile on his face.

Chad and Danny exchange a knowing look before shrugging and starting the engine. The truck begins moving down the road, the engine rumbling beneath you. As the truck gains speed, along with your heart rate. You wonder if Heather is safe, and you wonder if you'll return home well and alive.

You steal a glance at Frankie, who seems equally concerned. The uncertainty hangs heavy in the air, but you try to push those thoughts aside and focus on the present moment, gripping onto the seat tightly as the truck continues its journey.

You're miles outside of the community, stepping on branches and leaves as you navigate through the forest. A walker slowly but surely begins approaching your group, its decaying limbs dragging along the ground. You grip your knife tighter before raising it. The walker attempts to grab you, but it's limps fall flat as your knife digs into his skull.

The metallic tang of blood fills the air as you swiftly dispatch the walker. You look at Chad, who nods, ushering everyone to follow him. Chad's leadership skills shine through as he confidently leads the group deeper into the forest, his knowledge of survival tactics evident.

"It should be up here." Danny whispers, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. The group moves silently, their senses heightened, ready for any potential danger lurking in the shadows.

An abandoned shed comes into view, its weathered wood creaking in the wind. Chad cautiously approaches the entrance, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon, prepared for whatever may await them inside.

As Chad pushes open the door, a musty smell fills the air, adding to the creepy ambiance. The group steps inside, trying to adjust their eyes to the dark interior. Thankfully, Ethan turns on his flashlight, illuminating the room and revealing the decaying furniture and cobwebs that cover every surface.

"She can't be here." Ethan whispers, looking around at the group. Chad sighs, clenching his jaw in frustration. You search around the room, hoping to find any clues or signs of Heather. The silence is broken by a faint creaking sound, causing everyone to freeze in anticipation, your hearts pounding in your chests.

Everyone raises their guns, gripping them tightly, ready to defend themselves if necessary. The creaking sound doesn't repeat itself, but the tension in the room remains palpable. Ethan's eyes dart around, scanning every corner for any movement. Chad takes a step forward, his voice filled with determination. "We need to keep searching," he says, his tone commanding.

Your foot hits a loose floorboard, causing it to let out a small squeak, nobody else heard it but you. You then crouch down in front of it, examining the floorboard closely. It appears to have been recently disturbed, with fresh scratches and marks. A sense of unease washes over you as you wonder what could have caused this and if there's something hidden beneath it.

You glance up at Chad, who seems to have noticed your sudden interest in the floorboard. His eyes narrow, mirroring your own unease. Without a word, you both exchange a knowing look, silently agreeing to investigate further. With renewed determination, you pry the loose floorboard open, revealing a hidden compartment underneath.

Abruptly, you're punched in the face, knocking you off balance and sending you sprawling onto the floor. Chad reacts quickly, lunging forward to defend you from the unseen attacker.

A dark-haired girl emerges from the compartment, throwing someone in Chad's face. You squint your eyes, recognizing her—it was Heather! You quickly stand up, but your eyes dart to Frankie, whose finger is about to squeeze the trigger. "Frankie! Don't!"

You shout, desperately hoping to stop Frankie from pulling the trigger. You push the gun away from Heather as a shot rings out, shattering the silence. The bullet narrowly misses Heather's head, grazing her ear instead.

The sound of the gunshot echoes through the air, sending a shockwave of fear through everyone present. Time seems to slow down as Heather stumbles back, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch her wounded ear.

The pain and confusion in her eyes are mirrored by the collective gasp of the group, their faces frozen in a mixture of horror and disbelief. As the gravity of the situation sinks in, chaos erupts around you, with people scrambling to Heather's side and people confronting Frankie.

"Frankie! What the fuck!" Danny shouts, helping Heather get to her feet. Frankie's face pales as he realizes the consequences of his actions, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He stammers, desperately trying to explain himself amidst the chaos and commotion.

"I-I didn't know!" Frankie's voice cracks with fear as he looks around at the accusing glares from the group. His words hang in the air, overshadowed by the weight of his mistake.

"We have to go, now!" Chad announces, grabbing Frankie by the arm and pulling him towards the exit. The group follows Chad's lead, Danny wraps an arm around Heather, helping her the best he can.

Ethan kicks open the door, everyone falling behind him. "You dipshit, you just alerted every single walker in our area with that shot!" You can hear the panic in Ethan's voice as he berates Frankie for his careless action.

"You think we can make it to the truck?" You ask Chad, who pushes Frankie in front of him.

Chad glances back at you, his eyes filled with focus. "We don't have a choice," he replies firmly. "We have to try." With that, he quickens his pace, leading the group towards the distant truck, their lives hanging in the balance.

Danny tries his best to comfort Heather, who is visibly shaken by the close encounter. "We'll make it out of this," he reassures her, his voice filled with persistence. "We just need to stick together and keep moving." Heather nods, finding solace in Danny's words as they continue their treacherous journey towards safety. "I don't know if it's because of all the blood I've lost, but...is that Y/N?"

You smile at the girl beside you, jumping over a fallen tree trunk. "The one and only." You smile. Heather's eyes light up, a glimmer of hope shining through her exhaustion. "I knew you were alive."

Your eyes snap back to the path in front of you as Ethan's boots skirt rocky path, almost sliding. "Watch out," you warn, reaching out a hand to steady him. Ethan nods gratefully, his face pale with fear.

"Wait!" Chad whisper yells, causing everyone in the group to pause. "Do you guys hear that?" You strain your ears, trying to catch any sound that Chad might have heard. The forest is eerily quiet, but then you hear it too—a faint rustling in the distance. It could be the wind, or it could be something else.

"Is that a herd?" Danny asks Chad, squinting his eyes as he tries to make out the source of the sound. Chad nods his head, his expression turning serious. "I think so," he replies, his voice filled with concern. The rustling grows louder, and you can now hear the distinct sound of branches snapping. Your heart starts to race as you realize that whatever is approaching is getting closer and closer.

Groaning and loud moaning from the dead are now added to the mix, sending chills down your spine. "Shit...run!" Ethan yells, his voice filled with panic. Chad and you exchange a quick glance before sprinting, adrenaline coursing through your veins. The sounds get louder, which only fuels your fear, urging you to run faster and escape.

As you run, the smell of decay fills the air, intensifying the horror of the situation. Each step feels heavier as you push yourself to your limits, desperate to put as much distance between you and whatever lurks behind.

You trip over a fallen branch, trying to get back up, but it seems your leg has gotten caught. Panic sets in as you struggle to free yourself, with the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out everything else. You see a walker in the distance gaining on you, causing you to frantically tug at your trapped leg, desperate to break free.

No one seems to notice you've fallen behind—except for Frankie. He stands there in fear and uncertainty, torn between running ahead to safety or staying to help you. His eyes dart back and forth, searching for a solution, as he weighs the risks of leaving you behind. Time feels like it's slipping away as the walker draws closer, and you can only hope that Frankie makes the right choice before it's too late.

He decides to run away, and you watch as he disappears into the distance, leaving you behind.

"Fuck!" Panic sets in as you realize you're on your own with no one to help you escape the approaching danger. Your heart races as you desperately try to come up with a plan to free yourself from the trap and catch up to safety.

The walker is getting closer and closer, its moans growing louder and more desperate. You reach for your knife, which fell when you did, and your middle finger barely brushes against the handle. Your fingers tremble as you struggle to grip the knife, your mind races with thoughts of survival.

The gut hungry walker falls on top of you. Its decaying breath fills your nostrils, causing you to gag. Panic sets in as you feel its cold, lifeless hands clawing at your flesh. You fight back, desperately trying to push the walker off of you.

With a surge of determination, you manage to snatch the knife and tightly grasp it in your hand, digging the knife into its head. The walker's grip weakens as its body goes limp, finally releasing you from its clutches. You let out a heavy breath, pushing it off of you and using your knife to break free from the trap.

Rushing up, you gather anything else you dropped before rushing in the direction of your group, angry and relieved that you're still alive.

"Where's Y/N?" Chad asks, scanning the group for your face. Everyone has made it to the car besides you and Frankie. Frankie finally catches up to the group, out of breath. "I saw Y/N get bit," Frankie pants, sweat dripping down his forehead. "She's gone! It's too late."

Chad's face turns pale as he processes Frankie's words. The group falls into a stunned silence, grief and shock filling the air. Danny leaves the back of the truck, Heather safe and asleep. "What happened?" He questions, unaware of the news.

Frankie takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Y/N got bit by one of those things," he explains, his voice trembling. "I couldn't do anything to save her. It all happened so fast."

Chad's eyes well up with tears as he struggles to find the right words to respond. The weight of the loss hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their already tragic situation.

"We should get her body. To be bury her." Ethan announces to the group. Chad nods solemnly, his voice barely a whisper. "You're right. She deserves a proper farewell."

Abruptly, you appear from the forest, startling everyone. "What the—" Ethan's voice is cut off by you pushing Frankie against the truck, your face contorted with anger.

"You think you can just walk away after what you did?" you seethe, your voice filled with rage. The group watches in shock as you confront Frankie, "You just left me out there to die!"

Frankie's eyes widen in surprise, his voice shaking as he tries to explain himself. "I... I didn't mean to. It was a split-second decision, I panicked." Your nostrils flare before you look at the rest of the group, "We should move, the herd isn't too far behind."

Chad nods and says, "Let's go." Frankie swallows a lump in his throat before joining everyone in the SUV. The SUV speeds away, tension hangs heavy in the air. The group remains silent, each lost in their own thoughts, contemplating the consequences of Frankie's impulsive actions. The trust that once bound them together now teeters on the edge of collapse.

When you arrive at the community, you're greeted by a doctor, the police force, Sam, Quinn, Tara, Iris, Gale, and Sidney. Iris and the doctor rush Heather to the infirmary, while the police begin to put away the weapons and supplies that were used during the mission.

Sam brings Danny into a kiss, relieved to have him back safely. Ethan rushes to his sister, overwhelmed with worry and relief as he embraces her tightly. Chad walks toward Gale and Sidney, informing them about what happened during the mission. You glance at Tara, who smiles at you before walking toward you.

She brings you into a surprising hug, which you hesitate to return. She notices this going to pull back, "Shit, I'm sorry if I crossed a boundary," she stammers, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "I just... I'm really glad you're okay."

You quickly reassure her that it's alright and reciprocate the hug, feeling a fuzzy sensation spread through you as you hold her. She smiles once more, genuine concern and affection visible in her eyes as you start to back away.

You look back at Frankie, who's been leaning against the car ever since you've arrived. You clench your jaw, remembering how he just left you to die. "Hey..." Tara speaks, and your head turns back to her. "What happened?" You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain the situation.

"Frankie... left me," you say. "My leg got trapped, but luckily I managed to escape." Tara's expression turns serious as she listens intently, her eyes reflecting a growing concern for your well-being.

"He just abandoned me, Tara," you continue, shaking your head as the moment flashes before your eyes. "I couldn't believe it. I thought we were a team, but he left me behind without a second thought. And he shot Heather!"

Tara's brows furrow in disbelief, and she reaches out to gently touch your arm, offering comfort and support. "What the fuck? Are you serious? What an asshole." She mutters, glaring at the boy behind you.

You let out a chuckle, placing a hand on top of hers. "Yeah..." Chad, Gale, and Sidney turn to look at Frankie, whispering amongst themselves.

"I can't believe Frankie would do that," Chad says, shaking his head in disappointment. "I thought he was better than that." Gale nods in agreement, adding, "It's a shame. We trusted him." Sidney chimes in, her voice filled with frustration, "We should give him a new job. It's obvious he doesn't belong out there. I mean, what if Y/N died?"

You stare into Tara's eyes, getting lost in them. "Did I ever thank you for taking me back here? And saving my life?" Tara's face breaks out into another smile, "I think you did about the saving your life thing, taking you back? Not yet." She jokingly adds, "But don't worry, I'll be expecting a heartfelt thank you soon."

You chuckle and playfully nudge her shoulder. "...Hmm, I can't think of a thank you right now."

Tara playfully rolls her eyes and says, "Well, I guess I can wait a little longer for that thank you. Just don't forget, I'm here for you."

You smile and say, "Likewise." You then let go of her hand, taking a deep breath. "I'm going to see if Heather's doing okay."

Tara nods, giving you a reassuring smile. "I'll see you later." You give Tara a grateful nod and head towards the infirmary. An older man, Iris, and Heather turn their heads to you, and Heather's face lights up when she sees you. Iris gives you a nod of acknowledgement, and you can see the worry in her eyes. "How's the ear?"

"Dr. Danny Orth said I'll be fine. Just lost a bit of my ear." You nod at her words, sitting down beside Iris, "Well, I'm glad you're okay." Heather smiles weakly, "Yeah, it was a close call. I'm just grateful to be alive." She stares at you, her smile widening. "I still can't believe you're here."

You chuckle and reply, "I missed you, Heather." You reach out and squeeze her hand, returning her own smile before standing up. "Rest, okay?" Iris tells Heather, who playfully rolls her eyes with a nod. "I will," Heather assures Iris. Iris then sends you a look, which you read.

It's as if she is silently thanking you for being there for Heather in her time of need. You walk closer to her, whispering. "Can we please talk?" Iris looks into your eyes before glancing at her sister, whose eyes are closed. She nods and leads you out of the infirmary.

As you step outside, Iris takes a deep breath and turns to face you. "I appreciate you being there for Heather," she says softly. "It means a lot to both of us." You nod, feeling a sense of gratitude for the bond that has formed between you and the sisters during this difficult time. "I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay too," you say, concern evident in your voice.

"I'm okay." You nod. Silence begins to fall over the two of you, unsure of what to say. "How, um, handling all of this? It still feels like I'm stuck in a nightmare," you say, a nervous smile on your lips.

"I've been managing," she replies, a hint of sadness in her eyes. Silence again. She wraps her arms around herself, as if seeking comfort. "I...I missed you. I was so worried you were...dead."

Your eyes begin to water, and you reach out to gently squeeze her hand. "I missed you too." You step closer to her, "The day...the dead started walking, I went back to the apartment... to, uh, to look for you. And after that, I looked until I finally gave up. "

A tear falls from your eyes, and you wipe it away quickly. "I'm so sorry, Iris." you apologize, your voice trembling. "I'm so sorry that I stopped looking for you."

"It's okay," she whispers, her voice filled with forgiveness. "I know how chaotic everything became after the outbreak. We were all just trying to survive." She takes a deep breath, her grip on your hand tightening. "But now that we've found each other again, we can face whatever comes our way together."

You nod, sniffling. "I also...heard about you and Chad." You pause, unsure of how to continue. "I hope you know that I never stopped thinking about you, even when things got tough. And I understand if you've moved on, but I just wanted you to know that my feelings for you never changed."

Iris shakes her head. "Chad...he's a sweet guy...but I don't... I don't want to get attached to someone during these times. Especially after you, it...took a while for me to heal and find myself again. I appreciate your honesty, and it means a lot to me that you've always kept me in your thoughts. But right now, I don't think...I can."

You look at Iris, feeling a mix of disappointment and understanding. You respect her decision and silently hope that one day, when the timing is right, your paths may cross again. "Friends?"

"Friends." You both smile at each other, knowing that maintaining a friendship is the best option for now. You both understand that healing and finding oneself takes time, and that maintaining a friendship allows for growth and support without the pressure of a romantic relationship.

As you part ways, you feel grateful for the connection you share with Iris, knowing that it will continue to evolve in its own unique way.

"Is she okay?" You hear someone say while you're walking home. You turn your head to Amber, who sits on the curb of her house. "Heather?" She says, trying to be more clear.

With a gentle smile, you respond, "Yeah...you should go visit her." Amber shakes her head in disagreement, "No. The last time I saw her, I was yelling at her. I feel like such an asshole." You pause for a moment, understanding Amber's guilt.

"I think she would appreciate seeing you, regardless of what happened before. It's never too late to apologize," you suggest gently. Amber looks thoughtful, contemplating your words before nodding slowly.

"You're right." You smile at her. And she raises her eyebrows, "Tara's right. You do look attractive when you smile." Amber's comment catches you off guard, and you blush in response.

"Well, thank you," you reply, laughing a bit.

The tension in the air seems to ease as Amber chuckles softly. You furrow your eyebrows and say, "Wait. Am I not attractive when I don't smile?"

Amber chuckles again and shakes her head. "No, that's not what I meant. You're attractive either way, but your smile just adds an extra charm to your personality." You hum at her words, "Oh. Well, thanks again."

Amber playfully rolls her eyes, "I definitely just boosted your ego." You laugh, walking away. "You definitely did!"

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~Call On Me~Chapter 1

"Bloodline you're on in 5.. 4..3..2..1" the director said not even above a whisper.

"Now.." The director says right on cue.

Roman turns his head from the tv backstage in the bloodlines locker room, slowly , with sort of a smirk on his face, yet a confused look at the same time.

"I don't get it .. Wiseman.." Roman spoke, turning his body to Paul, not all the way , but just enough to know that he's talking to him.

"Yes my tribal chief ?" Paul's says quickly leaning into Roman's frame, listening to his voice of concern.

"Why are they on my show?" he says referring to Randy and Matt Riddle whom had just had a match with Sami Zayn, as both men in the end had stood tall with their raw tag team champions. "I mean we already smashed RK-Bro, we done with them man , they must be desperate.."

"I mean we already whooped them at backlash uce, and they out here still talking Trash !" Jey chimed in with a hint of aggravation in his voice.

"Yeah, they not just talking trash about the tribal chief uce" Jimmy joining in also. "They not only doing that , but they disrespect the usos too !" He said looking back and forth between his twin brother and older cousin. "Saying we can't do nothing on our own.. saying we need you to do everything for us" he says , with his eyes on Roman's. "Man.." he countinued. "We the longest reigning smackdown tag team champions nearly 300 days for a reason !"

"No cap" jey says agreeing with his brother.

"But it's all good uce ! We do this for the bloodline, and most of all we doin this for family ! Tonight uce ..the whole world will acknowledge the tribal chief ."

The camera pin points on Roman as he looks on with a serious expression, clearly taking in everything the brothers just said, nodding his head, he was satisfied with what he heard.

"Tonight ..we gone give them an answer" Roman says.

The odd silence fell from the room when the director had yelled "cut !". Everyone had got up from the nice cushions they were sitting on, making their way outside of the locker room, to prepare for the events that would happen later that night , involving a in ring segment with Riddle and Randy.

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Outside the locker room, was where she stood waiting for Roman. Ever heard of the catchphrase "behind every successful man there is a woman"?

She in this case , was definitely that woman. Olivia Ouelett was her name. She and Roman had been married for quite some time now , and it was very evident that these two were so in love with each other , even now with the wave that Roman and his cousins are on , she's extremely proud of him . He's worked hard to get to where he is now, and it first it was a struggle , but that's apart of life .

All people tend to go through struggles, but that makes them who they are, and if anything that ought to make a person stronger , fueling the passion deep within one's heart.

Roman embraces his beautiful wife, closing the now gone distance, between them.

Olivia smiled as she took in her husbands warmeth against her body. He then pulls away, looking at her up and down , observing the very short red dress that had a low cut , enough to reveal her breasts, hugging her tight frame ,with her blonde loose curls, flowing down her back beautifully.

Olivia, to simply put it was just that girl.

A smirk forms at his lips, As his eyes still can her amazing features.

"I don't know what it is ..but it's something about this dress that's taking everything in me to not rip it off of you right now" he says suddenly. This time with more of a serious, thus far desirable look.

Olivia giggled at her husbands words.

"Mm, eh bien, si cela ne tanait qu'a moi, je te ramenerais dans ce vestiaire tout de suite" she said, speaking in her very strong French Canadian accent.

"English ?" He asks, his hands moving down to her waist.

"I said , if it were up to me I would take you in that locker room, right there..now." she says pointing over at the locker room door that he as well as his cousins had just came out of.

He bit his lip , turned on by her words. "Well how about we -"

"Ay yall chill on the pda. We know yall married but damn, do everybody gotta know?" Jimmy says , interrupting the moment like he always does.

Joe sighs at yet another moment being ruined. Meanwhile Olivia just laughs.

"Uce why you always gotta say something" Jey says tapping his brothers arm, causing him to flinch.

"What you mean ?! I ain't even do nothing , all I asked was a damn question! I can't ask questions now ?? and secondly what the hell you hit me for ??"

"Cause of yo damn foolishness that's why, now come on so we can go to get us a quick bite to eat at catering before this segment tonight" jey says walking off.

Jimmy rubs the back of his head and just looks at his brother walking away, then he looks between Roman and Olivia.

"Ay uh, I'll catch you later then big uce" he says dapping Roman up , and walking off behind his brother.

Roman shakes his head and looks back at Olivia. " I can't stand them sometimes" he says with a bit of a chuckle.

Olivia laughs.

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Later That Following Night

The Bloodline had cut their in ring segment for the night , and were currently walking backstage.

By that point everyone was ready to load and get ready to go. Hoping that they all could get a good nights rest , and just like that be on to the next city..

Roman and Olivia walked hand in hand as they went back into the locker room, having faith that they would get some kind of alone time tonight.

As soon as the door is opened Roman goes to plop down on the couches soft cushions, instantaneously letting out a loud groan. Olivia joins in, sitting beside him.

He lies his head back, gazing up at the rooms lights. Olivia comes into him closer, closing the space between the cushions.

Her hand begins to fidget with the zipper on his jacket that he was wearing , the other one was playing with the likes of his hair that was slicked back into a man bun.

He looked over at Olivia , adoringly as she toyed with his hair . He pulled her in , only for him to place a light kiss on her lips.

She swooned at the touch of his lips, already missing the feeling of them. Without saying another word she leans her head down to give him a smother of pecks on his lips, grabbing a hold of his thick beard she begins to stroke it lightly.

A slight moan falls from Olivia's lips as the kiss gets sloppier. Their tongues dancing like no other, feeling the heat of the moment.

Just like that Olivia lifts her right leg up to put it over Roman's lap , practically straddling him, with their lips not once leaving each other. Olivia's dress rises up by the minute as Roman starts to rub his gigantic hands in circles over her ass.

Her moans intensify as he tugs at the back of her dress , pulling it over, to reveal her bare, but perfectly rounded butt.

He places a hard smack against her sensitive skin. She moans In return, his lips leaving her mouth to then only attack her neck.

His hands roamed her back , tugging at the back of her dress once more.

"Take this off" he growled against her skin, unzipping the back of her red fitted dress.

She did just as he said, sliding her dress down over her shoulders, revealing her black laced bra, with the panties to match. Pulling her dress all the way off, she throws it to the floor.

His hands immediately fall to her breast, groping them, liking the feel. Her hands lay on top of his, rubbing his hands against her breasts.

Suddenly he stops, lifting himself up , with her weight still on him , as he began to unzip his jacket and take it off of himself, along with his shirt, showing his toned body that was both tatted and Muscular.

He positioned himself back to where he was at first, just gazing at her and her beautiful adolescense.

"You're so perfect" he softly spoke, pulling up to Kiss her lips again.

She giggles. "Thank you"

Before saying another word, they find themselves kissing each other nonstop , his hand caressing her back , soon coming down the front of her. His hands went down her stomach , pulling at her black laced panties.

Looking down he notices how wet she is, so he takes his finger and slowly inserts it inside of her.

"Oh, oh my god" she spoke.

"Feels good don't it ?" He whispered against her ear.

"Yes.." she whined to him.

While he was pumping his finger in and out of her , his free hand went to her bra, pulling it down, unveiling her double d's .

His mouth watered at the sight of them, quickly attaching his lips to her left breast.

He took his time working on her left nipple , soon going over to latch his lips on the other one. She moaned, looking up at the lights, laying her head back as far as she could, only to bring her head back down again to look at his finger as he slid in and out of her wet folds.

"Mmm.." she moaned moved her hips back and forth against him, as he fingers worked her, picking up his pace.

Her hands went around his head , as he had finally unattached his lips from her nipple. He pumps in to her more as she feels herself starting to come of an extremely high orgasm, her moans more vocal than ever.

"Mhmm, tell your tribal chief what you want" he moans.

" Je veux que tu me baises, I want you to fuck me" she said with a pleading tone.

Hearing those 6 words, he took his fingers from her sticky folds and put it up to her mouth, allowing her to get a taste of herself.

Taking his finger from her mouth, he pulls his joggers down along with his underwear, to see his 7 inch shaft , spring out , rock hard against her slickness.

He picks her up, cupping both of her cheeks , and placing them on his dick. She moans at the feel of him inside of her.

His thrusts started slow as she mosned to him , fulfilling her every desire in that moment, that pleased the both of them, as they had moaned together in unison.

"I can feel how wet you are for me .."

A moan was all that feel from her tounge, until he planted a hard smack on her ass.

"Uhh yes ! I'm so wet for you !" She loudly moaned.

He countinued to slap her ass, rolling her hips into his , riding the waves of ecstasy , watching her body go back and forth.

"Tell daddy what you want again" he says, placing a tight grip on her hips.

"I-I .. I want daddy to fuck Me!"

And that he did as he had moved with a quickness, his balls slapping against her skin, his mouth widening at the pleasure he was giving , as they fucked each other in pure bliss.

"You love this dick huh?" He says cupping her ass checks, to go down harder on his member.

"Yes! I Love it !"

"Then you gone cum for me right?" He whispered against her ear.

"Uht, yes-"

"What you say, I can't hear you baby" he said pounding into her much faster.

"Y-Y-Yesssss! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She moaned, feeling her walls closing in.

"Fu-"

That's when their was a twist on the door knob, and with Olivia and Roman not paying to much attention, they hadn't even noticed that the door had opened.

"Ay, Uce-" jey said stopping dead in his tracks, as his voice echoed throughout the room , causing Olivia to jump up within a matter of seconds, gathering her clothes to cover her, running into the bathroom.

" shit, shit ! My fault uce !" He said quickly going back outside the lockeroom, in absolute embarrassment, knowing that he had just walked in on his cousin and his wife 'doing it'.

Once Jey had gotten out of there sight, Olivia peaked her head in from the bathroom.

"Relax baby he's gone, you can come out of hiding now" Roman said dropping his hand down over his face.

She came out of the bathroom , looking straight at Roman like he was crazy.

"What?" He asked looking over to her, adjusting his joggers.

"Why didn't you lock the door !?!" She shrilled at him.

"Why didn't I lock the door ?? What do you mean , you came in last following behind me, why is it me, that was supposed to lock the door!?!"

She rolled her eyes at the thought of their carelessness for fucking in their locker room, and not only that it was the bloodlines lockeroom.

"Whatever" she shot back at him, going back in the bathroom.

" Are we finishing this back at the hotel though ?!" He asked.

"No! Since you thought it was you that wasn't supposed to lock the door!" She shouted from the bathroom.

"What - Olivia I did not say that !"

"Didn't have too !" She hissed.

"But you came in last" Roman said still trying to defend himself.

"Whatever Roman!" She says in annoyance at the topic.

He didn't bother to say anything else, because he personally saw no point if she was going to shut him down everytime. But he still needed the reassurance.

" wait so you really not gone give me no more at the ho-"

"NO."

"Damn" he muttered to himself , wishing that he could've went back and locked that door.

Y’all this is my first fic on here I hope yall enjoy it , and this is also posted on my wattpad , Celeste798 in case yall wanna check it out ! But anyways here yall go ! And y’all’s comments and votes would be very much appreciated 🌞❤️..

#jey uso #wwe superstars #the usos #jey uso smut #jimmy uso #roman reigns

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 10 months

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Can we please have some Funny Valentine content of your choice?💕👀 Like Hcs about his kinks/what he likes in a girl...etc.

Whatever you enjoy kween, your writing is on another level and we're being blessed

Thank you for the kind words omgness 🫶🙀 I’m so happy you guys like my writing!!

Funny valentine kinks/ what he likes in a girl hc🩷

F!reader!!

Kinks:

Something Funny definitely is when you try to get him riled up when he’s busy. Like wearing something sexy under your modest clothing and subtly hinting to him that you’ve got a surprise by lifting your skirt up just a tiny bit to reveal your lacy thigh high leggings. If you do this while he’s hosting a “party” for his superiors or people watching the race he will go crazy! His reputation is very important to him so don’t think for a second he won’t shut you up right then. Excusing himself to the restroom just to spank you and fuck you braindead, then using a lame excuse for when people ask where you went like “oh she tired herself out.” Or “she wasn’t feeling well”

Ex:

When you walked out in a tasteful two piece skirt down past your knees and blazer your president already knew what you were up to. Pulling you aside

“What are you up to, y/n? Need I remind you my superiors are here tonight.” He whispered into your ear as he gripped your arm

“Well I guess they can get a peek at the show aswell..” you yanked your arm from his grip and walked off

You walked off knowing the decision you had made was going to bite you later on but you didn’t care. He was rougher when he was angry and you liked that.

The president knew something was amiss when he spotted you playfully talking with of the higher ranking people there. He walked over and sat down, engaged in the conversation happily. Only excusing himself and you when you began rubbing up his thigh underneath the shared table.

“Excuse us would you.”

You knew exactly what was to come and you could not wait.

He love Love LOVES when you give him a blowjob under the table when he’s working, if his wife walks in at the same time it’s a double win. You have him balls deep in your throat and he’ll just sit there mumbling to himself and his wife until she leaves, then he’s all yours, grunting and leaning his head back against his chair as he guide your head up and down his cock. Fucking your warm throat until your eyes are all teary and you’re fucked out. Then he cums all over your teary red eyed face.

Ex:

You were under the desk of the president who was supposed so modest and had so much self control. He was running the country after all its only reasonable to think that…But here he was doing paperwork as you were sucking his cock dry. Occasionally bucking into your throat making you gag around his thick dick.. until a knock fell on the door.

“Come in.”

What was he doing?! Doesn’t he know you both could be ruined if anyone found out about this??

“Funny, dear, when will you be done with your paperwork?” His wife, scarlet said glancing at the stack of papers that he was continuously taking one piece a time out of.

“I don’t know.” He was so dismissive of her

“Well..” she moved closer to his desk where you were under “I was going to ask you about trying again tonight, who knows maybe I’ll like being a mother..”

His hips bucked into your throat, you tried your best to not gag as he did this. You didn’t want to get caught by his wife of all people

“Maybe. He scooted his chair under the desk more

His wife planted a kiss on his forehead before she left the room

He slid his chair back, admiring his cock stretching your mouth. “Good girl, princess. You didn’t gag once. You’re getting better at this aren’t you?”

His hands found the back of your head as his head fell back onto his chair. Grunting your name and other slurred curses along with it. Hitting the back of your throat as he did so. You looked up at him as he abused your sore throat. He pulled his cock out and you grabbed it from his hand to help him cum on your face. Coating your teary face in his hot semen

“Good girl.” The president huffed out

Breeding (obviously) he wants a baby. He wants a family, a child who can carry his name and legacy on after him. So, naturally he has a thing for filling you up like a cream donut🤷‍♀️. He loves bending you over and having you beg and plead for his load, begging for his child, for a child between the two of you. Filling you up several times in one round is his favorite mostly because he can watch it all drip out of your soaked pussy and slip down your legs on the hard wooded floor.

Ex:

“Fuck! Mr. president!” You moaned out as he slipped his cock in and out of your needy pussy

“Tell me, y/n. What do you want me to do? What do you want most of all?!” He said as he thrusted harder each time he spoke, hitting every spot in your sensitive cunt

“Your baby! Please Fuck me full of your cum! I need it! Give me your cum, Mr. Valentine!!” You said as your gripped onto the side of his desk

The president chucked as he happily obliged your request, gripping your hips hard as he filled your pussy to the brim with his seed. You let out a sigh of relief, happy to be filled. You let your hot body rest on the cold hard desk.

“I hope you enjoyed that y/n.. because we’re not done”

What he likes in his wemon.

Someone submissive, who will do whatever he says without questions. Period. If he told you to jump you’d better ask “how high.”

He loves a soft women who are femmine and do feminine things aside from cleaning, cooking and things of that nature because he of course have people assigned for that already. Just a nice woman who he can go to after work and fuck mindlessly. Essentially a trad wife.

They have to want to have children because again he wants to preserve his legacy and keep his name alive.

Someone who waits on him. Definitely not a must but he likes it. It is the 1800’s after all.

He wants to be the provider for his lady, not having her have to worry about anything but pleasing him and that’s it.

Again 1800’s so he’s pretty closed minded🙆‍♀️

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Buy me a Kofi!☕️

Definitely not required but they do help :)

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dumplingsjinson · 1 year

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sooooo, i know i said i wasn't going to post anything personal, at least in regards to my dating life, on here but lo and behold! i'm a liar, but the person who found out about this account might never go onto my blog again (if you're here for some reason then hi? idk why you'd come back here but okay. i hope you're okay. and if you're not, i hope you will be okay. and also, this is NOT about the long distant guy that maybe one or two of you are familiar with). so, here goes: we broke off whatever it was that was going on. i don't like them back that way, and i don't see myself liking them back that way in the foreseeable future.

so we broke it off on good terms.

we're not going to talk anymore, and it definitely will take time getting used to since we did text back and forth everyday for the past two months, up until today. it will take time to get used to not seeing their name on my phone constantly, or waking up to their messages, but it'll eventually go back to how it used to be, when we never spoke before.

i admittedly do feel a little empty as of right now, which is a me issue entirely. maybe i'm dealing with the sadness of losing a connection i've made with someone? maybe i don't deserve to feel this sadness. i don't know. there was definitely a bit of a connection there, though ephemeral, even if it wasn't a romantic one. i think (i know) i'll be okay, and i really, really hope they'll be okay, too (because rejection doesn't feel good. it's never an easy pill to swallow, knowing you're not the one for that someone. it doesn't feel good to reject someone, either).

i think it'll be good for the both of us in the long run.

i'm still processing this whole thing, but i think it'll be okay soon. :) and i hope they find someone who will like them back, just as much, and if not, more, because they're someone who truly deserves that.

goodbyes aren't easy, and they hurt even when it comes to short-term bonds that were formed. that's all i can say.

(also that whole unmatch thing rant in which i've deleted by now is because i got my feelings hurt for like a day, and then i got over it really quick lmfao. i was talking to some other guy i matched with, and we vibed for a few days, and then he unmatched while we were setting up the date and that hurt translated into frustration and anger and a bruised ego, but i'm okay now, and to whoever said it was a bad break up or something - it wasn't lmao, i was just being a little wuss and had to vent. but i will die on the hill on how you're an asshole if you unmatch without any explanation, especially when you're in the middle of setting up a date. you're just bad at communication and it really, really shows. please work on that if that's what you do to other people, because it's never fun being on the receiving end of being basically ghosted.)

anyway, i'll try to post another prompt list tonight. these babies are pre-written, so my mood right now's not gonna affect them aha.

i will probably post more of my love life (read: online hoe life) again to the one person who bothers reading this shit, simply because nothing's stopping me, and i ALSO am NEVER going to be so dumb to accidentally give too many hints and reveal my tumblr like that to someone ever again lmfaooo. my mask stays ON, bitches!!

(and on an entirely different note that's not so fucking depressing and also very non-serious, i'm going on a date this sunday, and we're going to have oysters lmfao - i might end up calling him oyster dude - but i also don't have much expectations lmfao. they did ask me if we're still on for sunday just earlier today, and i said yes, but i'm prepped for getting unmatched outta no where because some of you men are Cowards. aNYWAY.)

this was a rollercoaster and a very undelightful mess, i'm tired, i have to wake up at 5:30 am tomorrow for work, two of my brackets came fucking loose so i have to go to the ortho on monday to get that fixed, and i lowkey wanna die because of that, goodBYEEE.

#long post #i probably won't delete this but yeah #personal #putting my clown ass on display rn

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eloisegrant · 2 years

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Premiere Night

This has been in my drafts for a while now, so enjoy.

Word count: 629

Pairing: Oscar Isaac x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

The red carpet was sparse, all throughout, the beaming lights lit up the evening sky. It was only the beginning of the night, people were beginning to arrive at the premiere, but you were already on the carpet. As the main star of this movie, it was only a good sign of appreciation to arrive on time.

“Oh my goodness look what we have here!” The entertainment tonight reporter makes way for you, looking absolutely stunning in a blue sparkling dress with a tight fit accentuating your hips and waist.

“Hi, Maria, you look fantastic, yourself!” A bright smile peeks towards the camera, you playfully flirt with it with a soft wink.

The reporter grabs you gently by waist to move you closer, “So tell us, who are you wearing?”

“I have the privilege of wearing Ms. Donatella Versace.” You giggle before giving the camera a twirl.

“Well she really knows how to tighten those curves!” The reporter compliments you once again, “So tell me, what does your character do? What’s their M.O.?” The reporter turns a bit more serious.

“Well my character has been through a handful of um… experience, so to speak?” You laugh, hinting on what to expect with your character, “Marvel has been very effective in bringing characters to life so I-”You get cut off by a soft peck on her cheek.

“Sorry, sorry…” Oscar Isaac’s voice beams through the interview, “Just had to come here and say you look phenomenal.” His arms slide around your waist, pulling you close to his side.

“My goodness, darling.” You wrap your arms around the front of him, “You look dashing, yourself.” You look up at him, scrunching your nose ever-so slightly, nearly blushing at the compliment.

The interviewer takes this as a chance to poke fun and so did the surrounding paparazzi. “Oh, watch out everyone, it's the couple of the night!” She blares out through the mic.

“You can say that again.” Oscar winks at the camera, hands never leaving your side.

You lightly place your hand on his chest and looks at the interviewer, “This guy has been an absolute delight to work with,” You move away slightly towards the mic, “And a delight to be a love interest to.” A small wink goes across your face gaining a joint laughter amongst the three of yoy.

“Mutual feelings, she definitely deserves to be here.” Oscar pulls you close again, an agent whispers in his ear prompting both of you to make your way down to the paps.

“Alright, you guys have a beautiful night! Congratulations on the movie again, y/n!” The reporter shouts softly to the you guys, as you make your way to the center of the carpet. You decide to show off your personality and sweetness with a few waves and a few blown kisses to the paps.

“So why are you late?” You whisper to Oscar’s ear. The two of you still wrapped around each other, looking at one another as the paps call out your names.

“Gorgeous y/n! Just gorgeous!”

“A couple reveal?”

“Fantastic looking duo!”

“Give us a smile, Oscar and y/n! Give us a sweet smile!”

Oscar looks back at you with loving eyes which only fuels the influence of their love team, “Got backed up by the 16th.” He glances back at the cameras and pulls you close. A giggle comes out of your lips as you wrap around him even more, hugging his body fully.

“Oscar Isaac, everyone!” You release the hug and bow down on the side, doing a slight curtsy as one of your hands holds his own hand up.

As a response, he replicates the gesture. Well kind of. He lifts you up with both his arms as he screams to the paps, “Y/n y/l/n, everyone!” Carrying you to the next area, near the theatre, a la bridal style.

Once you reach the skde, he gently places you back down. Still in view of the You give him a quick peck on the cheek, “You are so cheeky.” You tease, cupping his cheeks between your palms. As the blinding lights capture every single exchange between you guys.

Oscar places a soft peck on your cheeks, before waving off to the crowd. “You have no idea.” He whispers into your ear as you walk into the building.

#oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #steven grant #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader

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amaranthkick · 1 year

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Spy Games Ch 3

(ao3)

Lance drummed his fingers on a table, wondering what to do. He sighed sadly, he really wanted to meet that awesome stranger again. But Lance didn’t catch the stranger’s name before Lance had to go or any way to contact him for that matter.

He thought they really hit it off. The stranger seemed a bit nervous but was happy listening to him.

Maybe if they got to know each other more, they could become closer and… Lance sighed dreamily as he imagined the stranger dipping him for a kiss with those strong arms.

Lance shook his head, staying on his butt daydreaming wasn’t going to help him find the stranger. He could try staking out at the bench where they met. That was as good a plan as any.

He could practically hear Hunk saying, “You know there’s a very low chance you’d meet like that, right?” He knew the odds were against him but he could dream, right?

---

Shiro stared intently at the map as if it would reveal all its secrets. They caught wind of the Galra storing weapons somewhere in the city. If they could just find it before the weapons were distributed, that would hurt the Galra’s firepower.

He heard Allura sigh as well, having as much luck as he was.

They needed some stroke of luck to find these weapons… luck?

Shiro instantly thought of the informant who led them to the Galra Casino. When he asked his team about him, strangely Keith and Allura grimaced. The informant was not what he was expecting but was otherwise a pleasant guy.

Coran did explain though, “Let’s just say it’s a case of clashing personalities. They just need some time to mesh together like his two uncles! They were ready to tear each other’s mustaches off but with a life-changing no, hair-raising time in the jungle…”

Shiro kinda blanked out at Corans long yet outlandish tales.

“...then they returned with one eyebrow burned off but were thick as thieves. Now what were we talking about? Oh, yes! The informant had to uh, lay low for a bit after the raid on the casino. He did give us that info, right?”

Shiro nodded. It had to be done but it still didn’t sit well with him to have inconvenienced a good, potential ally.

“I did ask him about our current target and if he found anything he’d meet you at the previous spot.”

Shiro decided to take a chance hoping he gathered some kind of lead by now. And even if he didn’t, it would be a nice change of pace from staring uselessly at a map.

—

Lance waited for a while, keeping a lookout for the stranger. He imagined different scenarios for people passing by.

He got more disheartened the longer he was there. But he shook his head to shake off that feeling. It was just one day.

Lance took out a flier someone handed to him on his way to the park. There was a concert tonight. It could be a nice distraction, too bad he was going to be busy helping Hunk with the dinner rush.

—

He’s there! Shiro spotted the intel agent sitting where they met.

Shiro greeted him, he looked up from a piece of paper and seemed pretty excited to see him. Did he find the information they needed?

They finally introduced themselves, so Lance was his name, huh? It suited him.

“I was waiting for you! Glad we thought of meeting at this spot. How were you?”

Was this to keep appearances? Shiro nodded. He understood what he was getting at, never knew who was listening. But still… It’s been hectic with their current mission. It felt nice for someone to ask how he was doing that he let slip how he was feeling.

“Stressful day at work, the usual.”

“I feel that. Oh, how about this? Could be a good distraction if you’re not busy tonight.” Lance gave the paper he was holding. It was a flier to a concert, perhaps a hint for his mission?

—

They exchanged goodbyes and Lance waved him off as he left. Lance had a hop in his step, he couldn’t wait to tell Hunk who he happened to come across. So much to tell, their established special spot in the park, stories they exchanged, Shiro’s interest in the concert flier he handed him.

Hmm, did Shiro like that band? Lance sighed sadly, he couldn’t join but if Shiro enjoyed it then Lance was happy.

—

The dark night was filled with bright, colorful lights and loud music.

Shiro was perched on the roof of a building a few blocks away from the concert looking at the concert through binoculars.

He scanned the surrounding area, searching for anything out of the ordinary. A glint caught his eye.

He focused on workers loading crates into a truck at a warehouse near the concert. A crate had accidentally been dropped, there were people getting yelled at for it. But the important part was the Galra weapons that spilled out of the crate.

This was it!

Lance was right! The concert was a distraction. The noise and lights would draw attention away from trucks. He had to inform Allura and Pidge quickly.

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Pidge flatly stared at Shiro having a conversation with Coran and Allura. They were tasked with subtly getting more info out of Shiro about this… Lance. Shiro still seemed to be singing his praises.

Shiro had beamed about their informant, how hard he must have worked to track down the Galra weapons. Shiro was grateful Lance got the info in time to stop them.

While it was thanks to him they were able to stop weapons distribution, the problem was they had no informant named Lance. Who was he? Was that even his real name?

The worst case scenario would be that he’s a Galra agent. But he has been giving scary accurate tips that did help strike a blow to the Galra. The Galra always seemed surprised when they got the jump on them. It didn’t make sense.

Allura swapped with Keith so he could keep Shiro busy and she could tell Pidge more about this informant. Pidge searched for any matches of 'Lance's and comparing them to any camera feeds around the park. There was one that matched Allura's info but... there wasn't anything suspicious about him.

There’s no way he could be just some average civilian that sent Shiro to the right places by pure luck, right? What are the chances of that?

#shance #spy au #writings #chapter has been fighting me #but looking back at my previous posts about this au is always a fun time uwu

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casspurrjoybell-21 · 8 months

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Pirate Chains - Volume 2 - Against Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 2 - I'm a Pirate too - Part 3

Nyx

Agenor looked at all the excited eyes around him.

"Avast ye. Be ready freebooters, we'll be having dinner on land tonight."

The cheers grew stronger and higher. All the troublesome moods were wiped in a second. Some were even whistling and jumping. I wanted to step back to give them more space to stomp around and lean on the edge of the deck to watch the approaching island. I felt Agenor squeezing a little on my shoulder so I turned to look at him. His eyes had a hint of doubt that surprised me. I tried to read him as to why his gaze didn't look happy like when he was talking to his crew but he looked away from me.

"I guess we'll be skipping our training for today," Ace said to me and I nodded.

We've fenced almost every day now, and that was one of the best times of the day.

"Alright," Ace ordered, totally un-phased by all of this. "Heave ho everyone, we got two hours to get all the crap on the deck or you will be missing dinner. Bring everything we need to sell or fill in the deck, only then you can go get your duffles."

Okay? Most of that reached my ears like a foreign language but seeing how everyone got back to work with more strength summed it up for me. Agenor led me to the forecastle with him, where he lighted a cigarette and started blowing the smokes free. I was about to go do what Ace ordered us but I had one last detail to deal with.

"Agenor. Where are we?"

I finally did it. I asked the forbidden question and my mind hustled with prayers.

'Eboa. It has to be. Yes. It is Eboa.'

He was silent for a moment. One that seemed too long for me. I knew him enough to be sure that he was doing it on purpose, keeping me waiting while he thought about things or maybe just for the fun of it. He took a deep breath of fumes then finally answered.

"Esme."

And for a second I wished I hadn't asked.

'Esme? We have reached Esme already?'

Esme. One of the Shadow Islands. The refuge of all outcasts and the heaven lands for bounty hunters. I looked at the island that I waited so long to meet.

"It can't be. We were supposed to go to Eboa."

I didn't even know I said that out loud until he smirked at me.

"Eboa? Why the hell would we go to Eboa?"

"It's not far from here."

"True. But Eboa is heavily guarded, especially this time of year. Besides, Esme is as interesting as Eboa, only more suited for our kind."

Noticing my silence, he walked to tower over me. His eyes narrowed as he studied my face.

"What is it, was Eboa more to your liking, Nyx?"

'YES. A thousand times YES.'

I shook my head vigorously.

"No, it's just Esme is one of the Shadows Islands. It's quite dangerous."

His face softened and I breathed to that.

"WE are one of the main reasons why Esme is called like that, so don't worry about such things Nyx. You're part of the Martina now, remember?"

I nodded slowly and watched the island reveal green mountains and forests.

'So what if it's one of the Shadow Islands? It's still an island. We'd still be able to rest and walk on a wave-less ground. I don't think my father or my uncle's name would ring a bell around here. But I'm not going to think about such depressing thoughts. I'm going to enjoy stepping on land and well, hope not to meet new people.'

Despite the slight fear, I still felt happy and the excitement sneaked back to settle inside me.

"I should go help the others."

"Wait..."

I halted but before Agenor could continue, the forecastle was invaded. Everyone was following Pin who held a bouquet of straws.

"Captain, shall we?"

Agenor looked a bit irritated at being interrupted but he nodded anyway and everyone stepped forward to Pin who snarled at them.

"Step back or I'll gut your balls."

My eyes widened at the threat.

"What's going on?"

Ajax rubbed his hands together in excitement and answered me.

"This is it, baby. This is the time we decide who's going to land and who's staying on the ship."

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Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids.

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint?

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower.

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes.

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer.

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest.

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

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realcube · 3 years

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OVERHEARING SOMEONE TALK ABOUT THEIR S/O

characters ♡ baji, mikey & mitsuya

tw ♡ insults (in reference to the reader), violence & robbery

KEISUKE BAJI

♡ baji never mentioned that he was dating you to anyone in toman

♡ in fact, he hoped that none of them even knew about your existence, because that would only lead to trouble; and he was correct

♡ he was simply taking a puff on his stationary motorcycle, when members of the division started to filter into the parking lot that he was currently trying to relax in

♡ usually he’d try to ward off strangers so he could enjoy his time alone but he knew these guys from toman, so he allowed them to stay as long as they’d keep their voices down and not bother him

♡ most of his attention was on his own thoughts, but it was immediately redirected when he heard your name brought up in their conversation

♡ only your last name, so he wasn’t even certain whether they were talking about you, but still his interest was piqued

♡ “they are on shift friday night, the only one left at eleven,” one of the guys explained, gesturing to his bat with a wicked smirk, “we’ll break in then. i’ll drive getaway.”

♡ “what if they call someone? shouldn’t we wait until they’ve left?” another suggested but was quickly corrected.

♡ “once they lock up the security system activates and it’ll be impossible to get in without alerting the cops. so we may as well bust in, handle them, and then steal the bikes.”

♡ baji cringed, since he was certain that they were talking about you —since you happen to work at a motorcycle shop on friday nights — he hated to think about what they meant by ‘handle’.

♡ “now stop askin’ stupid questions.” the same guy scoffed, twirling around his bat, “i used to work there, idiot, obviously i know what i’m doing.”

♡ the group of six all laughed at the one poor guy who asked the question, and baji did too

♡ he laughed at the irony behind how they were calling each other idiots, when they were all the ones talking about auto theft in broad daylight, and discussing doing unspeakable things to a person, when their boyfriend was standing in ear-shot with a bat and a motorcycle ready

♡ he did give them the benefit of the doubt in the latter aspect though; how were they supposed to know that y’all were dating when you are never seen spending time with each other?

♡ baji suddenly felt bad; it dawned on him that perhaps he had been neglecting your relationship as of recently. of course, it wasn’t with poor intention, in fact he thought he was taking the moral course of action by avoiding a situation where you are harmed because of his ties with toman

♡ however, being in a gang was no excuse to be a bad boyfriend, he figured

♡ for now, the least he could do was take care of these guys to save you the trouble

♡ but perhaps that wasn’t his brightest idea, he realised as he stood amongst the dejected bodies scattered across the ground, “i know you are all alive, so consider this a warning.” baji chuckled at the grunt one produced as he kicked him aside to head back over to his motorcycle

♡ before he left the area, obviously he stole all the cash he could from those guys, which gave him enough to buy the thing he had been eyeing for you

♡ though it took him a while to get his hands on it, it left him with the perfect opportunity to give it to you

♡ “oi, open up!” baji hollered as he pounded on your door; if baji wasn’t such a bruiser, you would’ve thought he was dying

♡ “what!?” you hissed, throwing the door open to reveal your frantic state.

♡ you were half angry at how loud he was being, and the other half at how he has been ignoring you for the past two weeks and finally decides to show up just as you were about to leave for work, in fact, you were running late for your night shift

♡ “no need to rush.” baji said, an odd sense of sincerity in his voice as he motioned for you to stop putting your shoes on, “you’re not going to work today.”

♡ you simply laughed, ignoring him and gathering your stuff to leave, “and why is that?”

♡ “well,” baji started, rubbing his chin for effect, “these guys from toman plan on robbing the place tonight. i did give them a warning, but they might still do it. and you know i just want you to be safe.” he said with a mischievous grin, as you both knew there was no way your shop was getting robbed tonight, unless the dudes wanted to try it with both arms broken

♡ “so did you just come here to tell me that, or is there something else?” although you tried to hide it, baji could tell by your subtle flustered expression that you were thankful

♡ “i found this.” he lied, cupping your hand to lift it and drop in a gold bracelet, “one of the guys had it on him.”

♡ you gasped, taking the bracelet to examine the fine details, and noticed how it had a small crystal heart attached, “yeah, i’m sure a member of toman just so happened to be wearing a charm bracelet.”

♡ “i never said he was wearing it!” baji spat, swiftly snatching it from your hand and holding it above his head, “i can pawn it if you don’t want it.”

♡ “i like it, though!” you said, reaching up for it, only for him to grab your wrist and put it on you

♡ “then forgive me for not hanging with you.” he muttered, angrily clipping the bracelet through furrowed brows, while you leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead

♡ “it’s fine. i forgive you.” you couldn’t help but snicker at his word choice of ‘hanging out’, which resulted in you getting a swift flick to the forehead

♡ but before you could whine, he quickly followed it up with a kiss <33

MIKEY

♡ one day he was visiting mizo to find takemichi and he happened to walk passed a group of guys talking about how one of them planned on asking out a person from a different school

♡ at first he didn��t pay much attention since it was none of his business after all, until he heard that the person’s name and description just so happened to match yours

♡ so like any good boyfriend would, he halted and told draken to grab takemichi while he listened in

♡ as he gained more insight into the situation, he learned that the person happened to go to the same academy as you and had the same bus schedule too

♡ it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the person they were talking about was you

♡ as it turns out, the guy who planned on asking you out had your bus times memorised so if he was able to run fast enough, he would be able to reach your stop before you got on the bus, which is when he will ask you out

♡ or at least, that is what he hoped would happen if everything went smoothly and there was no unexpected interference from a group of delinquents

♡ mikey had many options on how to deal with this situation

♡ he could ask you to take a different bus, he could do nothing (because he trusted that you’d reject the guy either way) or he could beat them up right now to save himself the hassle later

♡ however, he decided to go with a more peaceful approach

♡ he continued eaves-dropping until everyone besides the lover boy had left, so he could have an amicable one-on-one conversation with him — definitely no threats involved — and advise the guy to stay in his fucking lane and never go near you ever again, kindly.

♡ when the day of the proposal arrived, mikey paid you a surprise visit after school and offered to walk you to the bus-stop; not because he was afraid that the dude might confess, but rather since he had booked you both tickets to the movies!

♡ but once you both arrive at the stop, you were greeted by the guy standing there holding a measly bouquet of flowers, looking quite taken back by the fact you were with someone else; even though mikey had done him the courtesy of explicitly telling him to back off

♡ though he must’ve not got message despite the hand-holding, and he obviously didn’t recognise mikey, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have continued to confess, albeit with quivering limbs and a black eye

♡ but before he could even stutter out a greeting, mikey hissed at him, “what the are you doing?” yet the guy only replied with a shrug

♡ upon observing the interaction, your eyes widen as you turned to look at mikey, “do you know him?”

♡ “never seen him before in my life, dear.” he smiled sweetly, but it was ineffective; you already knew he was lying as soon as he called you ‘dear’.

♡ “(y/n)!” the guy yelled, trying to catch your attention, but only shaking even more as your gaze fell on him, “i was going to ask you, if—”

♡ mikey let out an exaggerated yawn, widely outstretching his arms to distract both of you, “this has been fun, but we’re running late for the movie.”

♡ “but i’m not fin—” the poor boy was once again interrupted by mikey waving him goodbye, grabbing your hand and swiftly guiding you around him, back on the route to the cinema

♡ before he even got the chance to cry another plea, you had both already disappeared around the corner

♡ once mikey had dragged you both far enough away from the bus-stop, you began your interrogation, “seriously, who was that? and what was he trying to say? did you give him the black eye?” you had to stop to take a deep breath, “also, you said the movie would start in the evening!”

♡ mikey brought your hand up —which he had a tight grip on — and kissed the back of it gently, “my bad,” he chuckled slightly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, “i forgot to mention him. i met him a few days ago and he was planning to ask you out so i politely informed him that you were taken.”

♡ “for some reason, i don’t believe that last part.”

♡ he snickered, “and yeah, the movie starts in the evening so we’re not running late. but he wasn’t taking the hint!” he whined while clinging to your arm, as if you were going to run away from him at any second, “forgive me?”

♡ “sure, whatever.” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you watched his expression light up, “but next time, mind your own business! i could’ve just said no, instead of you beating him up, or whatever you did.”

♡ “noted.”

MITSUYA TAKASHI

♡ during his time as the second division leader of toman, he’s overheard all kinds of stuff that he probably wasn’t supposed to; awkward small talk, plans to commit felonies, deep conversations, weed brownie recipes, discussions about health issues — the list goes on forever!

♡ however, one topic he has never heard any one ever have the audacity to speak about (within a ten mile radius of him), is you. even though, your relationship was public to toman.

♡ your name was often kept out of people’s mouth since you rarely interacted with any of the gang members when you visited, hence they didn’t really have anything bad (or good) to say about you. none of them knew you besides the title ‘boss’ partner’.

♡ so, that’s why mitsuya had to do a double take when he heard someone in his division mutter to the guy beside him, “why does his friend keep visitin’? it’s annoying. plus, they just sit and don’t talk to anyone besides ‘im. they must think they’re better than us or something.” right after mitsuya mentioned that you were visiting toman.

♡ he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow; did that guy really think that he was being sly and quiet? by the look on his face, he seemed pretty self-assured.

♡ “um, i heard you, idiot.” he hissed, pinching his nose and shaking his head as he watched the knucklehead stare at him dumbfounded, as if the whole room hadn’t heard him too.

♡ “don’t say shit like that. they don’t think they’re better than anyone.” he scorned, balling his fist and almost twitching with anger, fighting the urge to pummel that guy for the sake of his own reputation in toman

♡ and that impulse almost immediately dissipated as soon as you entered the room; his hand loosened and opened to cup your cheek

♡ he was as sweet as can be for the rest of the night, of course, and he still managed to send that dude daggers whenever he got the chance.

#baji x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #mikey x reader #mitsuya x you #baji x reader #baji x you #baji fluff #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya fluff #mikey fluff #mikey x you #mikey x y/n

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chericarlisle · 3 years

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You asked for Carlisle Cullen requests and I am here to deliver❤️ can I ask for a fic where the reader finally confesses to Carlisle they are in love with him? Preferably fluffy with some kisses 😌, I would also prefer the reader not be a doctor or nurse if possible! Thank you so much!

𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞 || 𝐜.𝐜

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: carlisle cullen x human reader

(𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

𝐚/𝐧: i hope you enjoy this! i tried to think of a way to get the two to meet, but have it still correlate! so the reader will be Alice’s friend :) thank you for requesting <3 please know that the reader is NOT a minor!!!

For the years that you had attended Forks High, you had grown close to a certain Cullen daughter, Alice. Her personality was that of a pink rose and its symbolism. She was more than one could want in a best friend, and between her amazing advice or sense of fashion, there was never a dull moment.

Unlike a majority of the students, Alice was genuine and welcoming, causing the two of you to grow close as friends. It made you feel like high school wasn’t so bad after all.

As you talked more and more with Alice, you often wondered why the rest of her family was so reserved. They rarely interacted with any one else who didn’t share the last name ‘Cullen’. Alice, though, was the exception, having branched out to you.

It seemed that being friends with Alice was something that was a package deal because on occasion, she’d bring along her boyfriend Jasper. You didn’t question their family dynamic as Alice had already explained in simplest terms who they were. It was a much better definition than what Jessica had told you and the rest at that table on the first day. Looking back, it was more petty gossip than it was useful information.

For the first summer, you didn’t see much of Alice and rather texted her much more. You’d invite her over, but it appeared that they were on a long family vacation that summer. It was then that you truly realized that you knew nothing about Alice, let alone the Cullens, aside from what you had been told at school.

There was something that constantly affected Alice’s decision making, along with her siblings, but you didn’t yet know that factor, and you wouldn’t for a while. Instead, you let your mind consume the harsh option that Alice wasn’t exactly the person you thought she was. Maybe she really was just like the rest of the Forks High students.

Fortunately, your fears were consoled that next school year.

After much consideration, Alice eventually invited you over to her house where you officially met the rest of the Cullens. Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper acted so much differently than they did at school in the way that they even acted at all. Normally, they would just go through the school day rarely interacting with any one or anything else but themselves. It made you curious as to why they weren’t like this at school. They seemed to be such lovely people so why would they be so monotonous for eight grueling hours of the day.

You were able to see where they got those characterful values from. Well, more so who.

Dr. Carlisle Cullen, their adoptive father who looked too young to be a father at all and was so perfect that he must’ve been a hallucination.

Since that moment three years ago, you’d gone over almost every other weekend to do whatever extravagant thing Alice had planned for you. She hadn’t had a real friend in so long that she wanted to make up for all the missed time.

Over the course of time, the man, who you knew only as Dr. Cullen, had caught your eye. His compassionate mannerism and old fashioned style was something that just seemed to make you fall head over heels. At the mere sight of Dr. Cullen, the heat of your cheeks would make itself known and you wanted nothing more than to slap some sense into yourself. Whenever he spoke, you shamefully latched onto every word, his voice ever so comforting. The small smile resting on his lips whenever he spoke to you added even more charm and there was no hope left for you. This man made you swoon and you were so embarrassed over the fact that he was the adoptive father of your best friend.

High school graduation arrived in no time and along with it a huge family secret. A family secret that wasn’t yours, but once again, relating to the Cullens.

The family revealed it at a dinner, which was a rare occasion, considering that you hadn’t ever really seen them eat. You came over to their house like any other visit, except this time, the inviting smell of a freshly cooked dinner greeted you at the door.

The lovely dinner and charming smiles were all just the calm before the storm. Playful conversation ceased and suddenly Carlisle was speaking on behalf of everyone at the table. In a matter of seconds, it went from ‘casual family dinner' to ‘game show questionnaire' that was borderline an interrogation with the lack of feedback you were receiving. None of the Cullens, not even Alice, would confirm or deny any inquiries that left your mouth, leaving you to your own judgment. It was almost like your speculation was crucial to ending the slew of questions.

Eventually, you drew up the conclusion that they were vampires. You said this with such lighthearted intent that you were waiting for the big joke until you scanned the tables and saw their emotionless expressions.

All that you could really remember was falling from your dinner chair with Carlisle, who was sitting right beside you, catching your fall before you became close friends with the hardwood floor.

Needless to say, it took a moment to process this information, but you still continued on with Alice and her family. They were still the same Cullens you had known since the beginning and a small sliver of their real life wasn’t going to change who they were to you.

A couple of months later, you were spending the night with Alice for the weekend. She wanted to go visit Seattle for the day and do some holiday shopping. You readily agreed, remembering that you had to get some gifts for your own family. Shopping with Alice was always an experience, but an entertaining time nonetheless.

You had gotten there Friday night as both you and Alice planned to leave the next morning. There was no point in leaving now as the stores had been closed for at least a couple of hours.

Walking in the living room, you saw Emmett and Rosalie thoroughly invested in a comedy on tv. You had invited Rosalie to go shopping, but long hours with Alice in a store was not an activity for the less patient and she knew this. Edward was apparently missing from the scene, but Jasper, who was standing afar, greeted you and said that he was out with Bella. Jasper had finally loosened up around you, and after the family’s confession, you understood why he looked so uncomfortable all the time. The willpower these people had astonished you.

Alice had disappeared after letting you in and it wasn’t until she returned with Dr. Cullen in tow, that you truly noticed she was gone. You bashfully greeted the doctor to which he returned with his signature smile that could make you melt.

“I know this is bad timing, (y/n),” Alice walked to stand beside you, “But I have to go hunt, as do my siblings. You’ll stay here with Carlisle. He doesn’t need to go with us right now and we can't leave you alone.” By the end, the petite vampire was smirking and you jokingly scowled at her little plan. She knew of your silly crush on Carlisle and would relentlessly tease you about it, as a best friend would.

Before you could even answer, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, and Alice were out of the room without so much as a peep. You shook your head at Alice’s sneakiness, forgetting for a second that a certain someone was left with you.

“How about I make you some dinner, (y/n)?”

The way he said your name was something you could never handle. It just rolled off his tongue like any other word would, but with the hint of his accent, it sounded so lovely.

“I don’t mean to be a nuisance. Dr. Cullen.”

Already flustered with the whole situation, the last thing you wanted was to bother Dr. Cullen any more than you thought you’d already done.

As if he could read minds, the blonde stopped in his tracks to face you. “Please, call me Carlisle and you are never an inconvenience, (y/n). Besides, I’ve already hunted so I’m more than happy to be here with you.”

Carlisle, being kind as usual, shouldn’t have said such words because your brain was currently going into a frenzy as his thoughtfulness. If it was possible, your heart must’ve been beating faster than what would be considered healthy for someone actively working out.

You weren’t able to find the words, but instead able to offer what you hoped was an endearing grin.

In the kitchen, Carlisle searched the desolate fridge in hopes of finding some food. The kitchen and its appliances were more of decor than they ever were useful.

After a minute or two, Carlisle closed the freezer door of the fridge, a pack of steak in his hand.

“It seems steak will have to do tonight.”

You shot him a pleased look. “You can’t go wrong with steak.” Famous last words.

While you insisted on cooking your own food, Carlisle returned the same persistence and eventually you gave in.

The two of you carried on a conversation while he cooked. Talking with him seemed so natural that for a moment, you weren’t nervous about talking to this man.

Carlisle plated the steak and brought it before you, an excited look painted on your face. He sat down beside you and eagerly waited to see how the steak turned out. At first, you felt a bit bad that he wasn’t going to eat anything, especially after all the trouble he had gone through.

“Carlisle, are you sure you’re fine? It just feels so wrong eating in front of you like this!”

He chuckled, quickly placing his hand on your own to reassure you. “I’m fine, truly. I just hope it’s edible.”

You grabbed the steak knife, jokingly rolling your eyes at his statement. Upon cutting into the steak, an unpleasant rush of cow blood came out revealing that the steak was far from even being rare.

Immediately your plate was being scooped up and brought to the kitchen counter where you joined Carlisle.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, it’s been some time since I’ve cooked anything and it seems that I haven’t caught up with modern cooking principles.” Carlisle looked a bit sheepish at the moment and you couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from your lips. You weren't sure if it was the unintentional term of endearment or his adorable attempt at cooking. Either way, Carlisle was relieved to see that you weren’t upset, but rather enjoying this moment.

You stepped up beside Carlisle at the stovetop, shoulders touching as you reached across for the seasonings. “Here, we should probably season the steak a bit and clean off the pan.”

As you continued to do your own thing and guide Carlisle in cooking, he carefully took each word of your advice.

“See, you did everything right, Carlisle. It was just the heat and time that threw off the doneness of the steak, a bit.” Your words ended with a small twinkle as you turned to face the man who’d been so intently watching. He seemed to be so entranced at the moment… and by you.

It was like time was frozen and everything moved in slow motion, something you’d only see in a cheesy movie scene, except you were living it. Suddenly, life sped up and Carlisle’s cold hand was cupping your face and bringing you in for a kiss. You were happy that this was how you’d “confess” your love to Carlisle because words weren’t exactly your strong spot given the circumstances.

You two stayed lip locked for the longest moment in time, just pure bliss. It seemed like the kiss would never end until the smell of burnt oil hit your nose. Carlisle could feel you smiling against his lips and you began to peep out a small laugh.

“I think we overcooked this one a little too much.”

a/n: i’m sorry if this is cringe-worthy, i wrote this at 12:30 am. i swear it will get better lol i just need to stop writing at ungodly hours of the night--

#carlisle cullen #carlisle x reader #carlisle cullen x reader #twilight carlisle #carlisle cullen fanfiction #twilight #twilight fanfiction

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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can’t buy me ~ jimmy smith jr.;8 mile

word count: 1577

request?: yes!

@girl-toxxic "reader and Jimmy are in a relationship not long ago but Jimmy was always in love and they both live in the same place, ok but let's say that reader meets a new friend at work (she is a waitress or can be a babysitter for a rich girl) and this new friend has a lot of money and is very interested in reader and the reader get along well and this makes Jimmy insecure, since reader's friend gives him small gifts and helps him a lot. But you can add something that is more interesting as the boy confesses his feelings to the reader and she rejects him since Jimmy is her great love and he tells her how can she go out with that poor devil ... or something else interesting what occurs to you. And that this ends in a lot of love and smut, bah if you feel comfortable🤗💕💕"

description: in which her new friend keeps trying to make advances through gifts, but her heart belongs to one man

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I walked through the door and made a beeline for the kitchen to throw away yet another gift from my not so secret admirer. The last thing I needed was for Jimmy to see what Mark had give me and to get upset about it.

I worked as a waitress at a bar and grill down the road from mine and Jimmy’s house. The hours were only okay, but the tips more than made up for it, especially after our newest regular, Mark, started dining there and specifically asked to have me as his server whenever he was in.

Mark was in his late 30s, handsome, worked a good job that paid good money. He came in one night after he had a particularly hard shift. He sat at the bar, and it was the night I was working it, so I talked him through his rough day. Next thing I knew, he was coming back and asking for me again. We became friendly, but it took me a little too long to realize he wanted to be more than friends.

I turned the corner and yelped as I realized I wasn’t alone. Jimmy was leaning against the counter, almost like he was waiting for me.

“Hey babe,” I said. “I thought you were at the Shelter with Future tonight.”

His eyes flickered to the gift bag in my hand. “He wanted me to come home. We haven’t had a night together in months.”

“Doesn’t help that we both work late night jobs,” I tried to joke. The bag felt heavy in my hand as Jimmy kept looking at it.

“That rick prick buy you more useless shit?” he asked.

“Jimmy,” I sighed.

“Sorry, I forgot it was okay for some rich jackass to buy my girlfriend expensive gifts.”

He wouldn’t meet my eye. He kept glancing around the kitchen, every so often looking down at the bag in my hand. I dropped everything I was holding onto the floor, including that stupid gift, and raced over to hug him.

“Hey,” I said, softly, resting my head on his chest. “Hey, you know there’s nothing to this. It’s just a guy who doesn’t understand I’m not interested.”

“It’s a guy who has money.”

I lighted my head to look at him. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Jimmy shook his head. “Nothing, never mind.”

I pulled away from him. “No, tell me.” When he didn’t speak, I took his chin in my hand and forced him to look at me. “Jimmy, do you think I’d leave you for someone who makes more money?”

“He’d be able to give you what you deserve,” he responded. “A house, a car, expensive gifts - ”

“We have a house,” I cut him off. “You have a car, and I don’t want expensive gifts. I don’t want materialistic things, I want happiness and love, and that’s what I get with you. You really have nothing to worry about in regards to Mark. You’re the one I’ll always want.”

Jimmy sighed and pulled me close. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll give you that reassurance any day.”

I leaned up to kiss him. He relaxed into the kiss and I leaned into him more.

When he pulled away, Jimmy turned to look at the forgotten present on the floor. “What did that asshole get you this time anyways?”

I picked up the bag and pulled out the box that was inside. Jimmy opened the box to reveal the gold necklace Mark had given me. The pendant was gold to match, and it was my initial.

“I was gonna chuck it when I got home,” I told him. It’s way too flashy for me, it wouldn’t match anything I own.”

“Don’t throw it out. This is, like, real gold. We can sell it for a good chunk of money.”

I smiled. “I like the way you think, Rabbit.”

~~~~~~

The next day, Jimmy had the night off from the Shelter so he drove me to work. He followed me into the bar and grill with the intentions of sitting at the bar for an hour or two before going home. One of my co-workers spotted us as we walked in and gave me a panicked look. I immediately knew what she was trying to tell me.

I saw Mark sat at the bar before he saw me. I was about to turn to Jimmy to warn him when Mark spotted me and rose from his seat. He had a wide smile on his face, until he saw Jimmy behind me.

“Two nights in a row, Mark?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Those wings and nachos are gonna start getting to you.”

“I went to the gym this morning, so it cancels out,” he responded. “Who’s this with you?”

“This is my boyfriend, Jimmy. I told you about him, remember?”

“Oh yeah, the...rapper,” Mark said. I didn’t miss the way he sneered the word “rapper”, and Jimmy didn’t either.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mark shrugged. “Nothing. Just stating a fact that (Y/N) told me. Although, rapping at that rundown warehouse probably doesn’t pay as much as a real job would.”

Jimmy stepped towards Mark, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. “Hey, he’s not worth it. Just go home. Thank you for the ride.”

Jimmy glared at Mark before turning to walk away. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the situation seemed to defuse easily.

And then Matt spoke again, “Yeah, go back to the trailer park, white trash.”

Jimmy snapped and charged at Mark before I could stop him. He knocked Mark to the ground and reared up to hit him. I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled as hard as I could until Jimmy was off of Mark.

“Get out before security gets called,” I told him.

He got to his feet and walked out the door before anything else could happen. Mark was getting to his feet and adjusting his clothes. I was trying to calm myself down as I regarded him.

“Please leave, Mark.”

“Seriously? Your trailer trash boyfriend attacked me, but you’re kicking me out?”

“You provoked him.”

“I wasn’t saying anything he hasn’t heard before, or anything that wasn’t true.”

“Fuck off!” I snapped, my anger finally bubbling over. “You are fucking insufferable! I’ve told you on multiple occasions that I have a boyfriend, that I’m not interested. Most people would take the fucking hint and move on. The way you’ve been acting, especially tonight, is way out of line. I want you to get the fuck out and if I ever see you here again I will contact the authorities and have you charged for harassment.”

Mark blinked, realized I was being serious, and finally left. He muttered some less than ideal names towards me as he walked out the door. I sighed and buried my head in my hands. I was grateful that there wasn’t many customers in the area as all of this went down.

“Hey.” I looked up at my co-worker, who was now in front of me. “Go check on your man.”

I thanked her and quickly walked out the door. I didn’t expect him to still be outside, so I was surprised to see him stood by his car, almost like he was waiting for me to come out.

“Did I get you in trouble?”

I gave him a small smile and shook my head. “No. If anything, you did me a favor. When it became evident that Mark wasn’t taking no for an answer, all of us wanted to ban him from the place entirely, but we weren’t allowed unless he really caused trouble. I think it’s safe to say starting a fight is more than probable cause to make sure he never comes back.”

Jimmy was nodding and rubbing the back of his head. “I probably could’ve handled that better though.”

“I didn’t expect you to handle it any other way,” I said. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Are you okay?”

Jimmy chuckled slightly. “Cocksucker didn’t even try to hit me. Did you see his face when I tackled him? He looked like he shit himself.”

I giggled. “Yeah, he’s definitely not a fighter. He’s too much like a high school mean girl for someone who works an office job and makes as much money as he does.”

Jimmy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him, resting his chin on top of my head. “I’m glad you stopped me. I wouldn’t beat the shit out of him if you didn’t.”

“I would’ve liked to see that.”

We both stood in silence for a while. I buried my nose in Jimmy’s sweater, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne. It made a warm feeling swell inside of me, like a safe feeling. It reminded me of how I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than in Jimmy’s arms, or with anyone else besides Jimmy. No amounts of money, or people like Mark could ever change my mind about that.

“I should actually go to work,” I said, reluctantly untangling myself from Jimmy’s arms. “I’ll see you when I get off?”

“Of course, I’ll come pick you up.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek. I started back towards the restaurant, but paused to turn back to Jimmy. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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novaiya · 3 years

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Good Things Come in Three - Arthur/Reader/Sadie (NSFW)

Summary: You and Arthur skip the gang's celebratory party in favor of some alone time, barely closing the door of the hotel room before freeing each other of your clothes. Naked and on the bed, you almost get down to business when Sadie knocks on your door, asking if she could join the fun. You didn't expect the night to take such a turn, but that's not to say you're opposed to what she's suggesting.

Words: 5,157

Warnings: threesome, girl on girl kissing, face sitting, honestly, nothing too out of the line, just some good ol' F/F/M

A/N: I've wanted to write an RDR2 threesome for months now, and finally, it happened! Hopefully there'll be more to cum (lol) I actually have a rough draft of a Arthur/Reader/Charles sitting in my folder, so maybe I'll do something with it soon. Also, I'm going to horny jail.

AO3 Link.

With successful completion of a big score came a big celebration. The job was two weeks in the making and involved half a dozen members of the gang, you included. A small bank in a cholera ridden town, though heavily guarded with lawmen both inside and around it; you knew there was more to it. After a little bit more digging, you discovered that one of the residents of town struck gold and was keeping his findings there for the time being. It took careful planning and rigorous preparations but on the chosen day, you were all ready.

Contrary to how the gang’s plans often went, this one went rather smoothly (probably due to inclusion of you and Sadie, women’s touch as they say) and not a day later the gang was about $40,000 richer, a few gold bars heavier and miles away.

The spirits were high; Not only did the job go smoothly, but nobody got hurt or caught. Dutch was ecstatic and decided that celebration was in order. As soon as you came upon a town with a functioning saloon in it, all the horses and the wagons were stopped and everybody went inside.

The saloon, which only a few minutes before was quiet and deserted, with only the barman standing and polishing the empty glasses, quickly filled with two dozen of the gang members and their combined laughs, cheers and songs.

“What’s your name, mister?” Dutch said to the barman as the gang filed into the saloon.

“Howard, sir.”

“Howard,” Dutch repeated as he shook Howard’s hand and inconspicuously slid a few bills into his hand. “These people,” he said and motioned to the members that had already scattered themselves around the saloon, some at the poker table, some by the bar stock. “They had a rough go at it. Can you please make sure they have a pleasant evening?”

“Well, of course, sir!” Howard beamed, already putting the bills in his back pocket. “I’ve been serving drinks at this saloon since before the war, sir, I know what people need.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Dutch said, patting Howard on the back. “Now, people,” he turned his attention to the gang, his voice raising a few octaves. “Tonight, we celebrate. I want all of you to enjoy yourself. Drink, eat, gamble and do whatever else you want, as much as you want. You deserve it.”

Dutch’s address was met with loud cheers and long applause and thus, the night began.

The last time Howard served so many people so quickly was in ’65 when the war ended. Yet, even then he didn’t remember having to go into the basement to bring more stock and having to wake up his sons so they could help serve the patrons quicker. As he filled each glass to the brim, he wondered how people could drink so much.

You wondered too as you watched your fellow gang members down one drink after another after another. Some fared better than others. Dutch and Hosea, preferring to enjoy their liquor rather than get wasted, sat in the corner of the room by the fire, nursing their whiskey and already planning their next move. Lenny, still being young and inexperienced, was already dancing hand in hand with Sean, who despite not being new to drinking, couldn’t hold his liquor. Pearson, along with Uncle, started playing their instruments and added live music to the mix of singing, laughter and talking that already filled the saloon. Even Charles joined in on harmonica a few times.

Howard wondered what the lot of you did to call for such a celebration, but he knew better than to ask questions. The money was paid and the drinks were sold; that’s all that mattered.

To say that you were tipsy was an understatement. Perhaps drinking a shot of whiskey and chasing it with a beer was not a good idea, but good ideas rarely made their way into your head, especially when running with the Van Der Linde gang. You were sitting in Arthur’s lap, your arms draped lazily over his form, your head on his shoulder. The two of you were sitting at the poker table, with the other players being Javier, John and Micah. All four of the men were far too drunk to make the right moves or plan their strategies, yet it didn’t stop them from gambling their share of the bank job and hoping for the best.

Unsurprisingly to you, Arthur was winning. Out of all the four men, he was the least inebriated (no thanks to his big size and ability to hold liquor), and even when the drinks were not in play, Arthur was generally a good player, knowing when to hold, to fold, or to walk away. Each time he won some, you’d land a kiss on his neck or his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Good job, love.” The stoic, ruthless gunslinger would turn into mush at your words and your touch, and with a pink blush on his cheeks would say, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Despite enjoying a game of poker from time to time yourself, you found yourself a little bored and were looking forward to when the game would finish. As you sat in Arthur laps, waiting for the men to call it a night, your eyes traveled over the saloon, taking in the scenery around. It was a nice change to see the gang members so happy and carefree, the only thing on their mind, their next drink.

As you scanned the room, your eyes met with Sadie’s. She was leaning against the bar stock with a drink in her hand. You couldn’t read the exact look in her eyes; it was fierce, determined and hot. Hot. That’s exactly how you felt under her gaze. You shifted under Arthur, suddenly too aware that you were sitting on his lap. He groaned a little, one of his hands coming up to your hip to stop your movements.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he said under his breath, loud enough only for you to hear. You could still feel Sadie’s gaze, could see it from the corner of your eyes. His hand massaged your hip a little and he added, “I’m almost done here. Wanna go upstairs?”

A salacious smile, fueled by the alcohol in your veins and Arthur’s body against yours spread on your lips, and you hid your head in the crook of his neck, whispering, “You know I do.”

Arthur chuckled, before turning back to the game.

“All in,” he said.

Javier dropped out, but John and Micah went along, going all in.

One card up, second card up.

“Yes!”

You almost jumped out of Arthur’s lap as he roared, scooping up his winnings in no time.

John groaned, dropping his head onto the table with a loud thud, already preparing himself for Abigail’s wrath as soon as she would find out. Micah, on the other hand, was fuming, and his face was almost as red from the rage as his shirt. “Stupid game,” he said as he got up from the table and went to the barman, getting himself another drink.

“I got lady luck in my lap,” Arthur said before turning his head to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You moaned against his lips and waved your fingers through his hair, not caring even a bit at the John and Javier present, the latter even whistling at your display of love. One of his hands was on your hip, and the other started to make its way up your leg and under your skirt, dangerously close to the hem of your drawers.

You broke the kiss, panting slightly, and said, “How about we get a room?” you said before kissing his jaw and adding, “Unless you want to take me right here at the table.”

He could feel himself stiffen at your words, and without wasting anymore time, got up from the chair and took your hand in his. No one paid you and Arthur any attention as you traversed through the saloon, everybody too busy with their own conversations or drink, except for Sadie. You could feel her eyes the entire time as you walked across the room to the stairs, and your mouth felt dry when you walked right past her, her deep, brown eyes staring right into your soul and calling out to something. As you walked up the stairs, you turned back one last time, and saw her sending you a warm, though hinting, smile.

The two of you giggled and laughed as you tried to undress each other, the alcohol doing its job at making your fingers nimble.

He pushed you against the door as he ravished your mouth, making your head feel dizzy and your need for air almost as strong as the need for Arthur. When he broke away from your lips, his mouth turned to attacking your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys all up and down the column of your neck as his hands worked on undoing the buttons of your blouse.

“Oh my god, Arthur,” you moaned, your eyes closed as Arthur finally discarded your blouse and revealed your chest to him, his mouth landing on one of your nipples while his fingers worked on the other.

“Been hard since the moment you sat your pretty little ass down on my lap,” he groaned against your chest. He sucked on one of your nipples, covering it in his spit before adding, “Thought of taking you right then and there when I felt your nipples brush against me.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, your fingers in his hair as he placed his mouth back on your chest, giving your other nipple the same treatment.

“You sure were as good with them cards tonight as you are with your mouth,” you said breathlessly when he released your nipple.

“Darlin’,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and having a dangerous edge to it, “There’s a lot of things I’m good at.”

“Then show me, cowboy,” you said as you pushed him a little before dropping your skirt together with your drawers on the ground, presenting yourself to Arthur in all your naked glory. He could feel his mouth go dry upon seeing your body, illuminated by a faint light from the lantern. No matter how many times he saw you naked, you always managed to take his breath away and wonder what he did to deserve a creature as marvelous as you.

He picked you up effortlessly and carried you to the bed. The cotton sheets felt cool and soft against your skin as Arthur laid you down before covering your body with his, his mouth on yours in seconds.

“Too many clothes,” you mumbled against his lips and pulled on his suspenders, the strap hitting him with an audible slap when you released it.

He didn’t waste much time, pushing his suspenders to the side and pulling out his shirt before throwing it on the floor, revealing his golden chest and torso to your eyes. You ran your hand up his torso, through the light blonde hair that covered it and up to his chest where you could hear his heart beat wildly. His hands were on his pants, ready to pull them down and reveal his leaking cock when a knock on the door froze both of you. You both darted your heads to the door, wondering who and for what reason would knock on your door. Perhaps it was one of your drunk friends, lost and trying to find an available room.

When neither of you answered, keeping still and quiet despite your breathing hard and heavy, a voice spoke from behind the door.

“It’s Sadie,” she said as if mentioning that it’s her and not one of the drunken boys would make a difference and by god, it did.

Her intense stare flashed before your eyes and you once again felt the weight of it over you. Perhaps the alcohol was doing it’s job, making you bolder and daring, but you turned your eyes at Arthur, searching for something in them; a visible ‘no’, a confusion or some sort of opposition, but when none came, you turned back towards the door and said, “Come in.”

You saw the doorknob twist before the door opened with an audible creak. As soon as Sadie passed through the threshold and closed the door behind her, her eyes landed on the two of you on the bed.

Arthur was just in his pants, situated between your naked, spread legs. Her eyes raked over his golden chest down to the bulge in his pants before darting to you, your nipples perky and at attention, your chest rising and falling each time you took a breath. It didn’t miss you when she licked her lips, her eyes still on your naked body.

“I…” she began, sounding just a hint sheepish, “I’m interested in joining. If it's okay with the two of you that is.”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing and your heart rate pick up a few beats upon hearing her words. From the way she occasionally watched you and Arthur engaging in some PDA and the looks the two of you would often share, you could feel something more than friendly feelings floating in the air. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t curious; Sadie was a beautiful woman; from her piercing brown eyes, to her full lips and her dirty blonde hair. You caught yourself thinking that she reminded you of Arthur in some ways, both of them having a similar, burning fire in them, bravery that could rival anyone else’s in the gang as well as a softer, caring side. Maybe that’s why you liked her and weren’t opposed to what she was suggesting.

You licked your lips and was more than ready to say yes, but turned to Arthur. After how long the two of you had been together, you didn’t need to use words to communicate. You looked at him, raising your brows slightly, silently asking, “Are you okay with this?” He gave you a lopsided grin, nodding his head just a tiny bit, his way of saying, “If you are, I am.”

You smiled before biting your lip and turning your head to Sadie. Arthur moved to the side, making room for you so you could get up from the bed. “Join us,” you said when you came to stand next to her, taking her hand in yours. She flashed you a smile, the one that was making you weak in the knees, before one of her hands made its way to the back of your head, bringing your head closer to hers. You could feel her breath against your lips, could smell the strong scent of whiskey on them. It felt that just by inhaling the scent, you were getting more intoxicated.

Her lips were soft and warm as she pressed them against yours, stealing your breath away as she kissed you. You tangled your fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss and moaning against her mouth when she slipped her tongue in. All tongue and teeth, the kiss was desperate and needy, as if the two of you were starving for each other. Arthur could do nothing but watch as the two of you kissed, his mind on fire at looking at one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen in his life. He could feel himself become rock hard to the point of pain, and palmed his erection through his pants, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Her clothes dropped on the floor in a pile as you helped to disrobe her, your lips not leaving her for more than a few seconds as you helped her pull her blouse over her head and her pants down. Your lips were swollen and wet when the two of you finally broke apart, lazy grins on your faces. You turned around to look at Arthur; he looked desperate and needy as he sat on the bed, his cock already in his hands, rock solid, leaking and red at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and you smiled at Sadie before the two of you made your way to Arthur.

“Ladies,” he groaned as the two of you got up on the bed, making your way to Arthur like panthers to their prey. You pushed his hand aside, replacing it with yours. If there was heaven, then this was certainly it, Arthur thought when he watched the two of you bring your lips to his cock, your mouth on his tip while Sadie’s on his base. He fought back the urge to snap his hips forward, pushing more of himself in your mouth, and decided to simply take what the two of you were giving him. While you sucked on his head, popping the head in your mouth from time to time before sucking on it, Sadie was kissing up and down his cock, making a mess as her spit covered him from the base to the middle. Arthur couldn’t help but twitch when she took one of his balls in her mouth, and you took his cock deeper, the head hitting the back of your throat. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned loud, perhaps too loud, at all the attention he was getting.

Thankfully, the two of you didn’t torture him for too long or otherwise he was sure he would’ve been cumming down your throat within minutes. As Sadie popped his balls from her mouth, and you took his cock out of yours, you kissed once again. Neither of you minded the taste of the man on each other’s lips, perhaps even chasing it as your tongues clashed against each other.

You turned to look at Arthur, your eyes almost completely black and full of lust, and said, “Arthur, I want you to fuck Sadie.” Your hands ran up his cock, giving a few slow, sensual strokes and earning a groan from him before adding, “I want her to feel how good your cock is.”

To say that he was expecting the night to go down like this would be a lie, but that’s not to say that he wasn’t enjoying it. He didn’t trust his words, so he simply nodded his head and pushed his hips a little for emphasis.

Sadie’s hand was in yours as she moved to straddle Arthur, his cock right against her nether lips. He could feel her witness coating his member, the heat from her lips already spreading over him. Arthur held himself in his hand as Sadie lowered herself on his cock, moaning at the stretch of being filled by him, pleasure bordering on pain from how thick he was. You kissed her all over, her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her chest, as she took him inch by inch, her breathing ragged and her eyes closed. When he was all the way in, his pelvis flush with her, it was as if everybody breathed a sigh of relief. Sadie felt full, unbelievably so, and without even moving, she could already feel unbelievable pleasure filling her.

You lowered your head to Arthur’s, kissing over his neck before bringing your lips to his ear and said, “Make her feel good, Arthur.”

The first pull and push of his cock had Sadie cry out in pleasure, her face contorted in ecstasy as Arthur pushed deep inside her. His hands were on her hips as he held her in place, pistoling his cock in and out of her wet channel. You could feel your wetness run down your legs as you watched her, so lost in pleasure and so beautiful as she moaned.

With his hands still on her hips, he turned his face to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You could feel his hunger and desperation as his tongue danced around your’s, making your head spin from the intensity of the kiss.

When he broke away, a spit connecting your lips just for a moment, he said, “I want to feel you too.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. With excitement and lust and arousal coursing through your veins, you sat up on the bed before swinging your legs over Arthur’s head and bringing your soaked pussy over his mouth. He removed one of his hand’s from Sadie’s hips (who was now riding him in earnest herself, taking her pleasures from his cock) and placed it on one of your thighs to bring you down over his mouth.

Your moans joined Sadie’s as Arthur sucked on your sopping lips, before diving his tongue right into your hole. The room filled with nothing but sounds of moans, groans and skin slapping against skin. Perhaps, if someone looked up a definition of hedonism, a picture of the three of you would be there, indulging in your most basic carnal desires and chasing your pleasures.

With your eyes closed and your mouth open, you could do nothing but shake with pleasure as Arthur ate you out, his skillful tongue working between plunging itself into your hole and sucking on your clit. The feeling of Sadie’s hand on your cheek made you open your eyes. She was completely debauched, her face flush from arousal, her pussy wet and dripping as Arthur fucked into her. She brought your face to hers and kissed you, her tongue pushing past your lips right away. From Arthur tongue in your pussy to Sadie’s in your mouth, you could feel yourself nearing the edge.

“Fuck!” Sadie cried out, breaking away from your lips as her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. Arthur didn’t let up for a moment, pistoling his hips in and out of her quivering hole until she couldn’t take it anymore. She felt herself gush all over him as he brought her to the peak of pleasures to the point where it was becoming all too much and she had to stop. She breathed heavily as she recovered, sitting to the side and waiting for the ringing in her ears to pass.

Satisfied with making one of the women happy, Arthur turned his full attention to you, both of his hands on your thigh, bringing you impossible close to his face, so much so that you wondered how he breathed.

“Arthur,” you moaned as he fucked you with his tongue and brought his thumb to play with your clit.

Sadie was at your side then, kissing down your neck till she reached your nipple and sucked on it.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as all the sensations were becoming too much. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you said to both of them, and not a moment later, you did.

You kept riding Arthur’s face as you chased your orgasm, crying his and Sadie’s name as they kept bringing you higher and higher. After a few more moments, you finally came to a stop, your thighs still shaking as Arthur helped you from his face down to the bed, laying at one of your sides while Sadie laid at your other. He kissed up and down your neck, leaving small bites and hickeys all over, while Sadie kissed over your chest, marking you as well.

Only after a few moments did it dawn on you that despite making the two of you cum and see stars, Arthur still hasn’t, his cock rock hard.

As if thinking the same thing, Sadie looked up at your from between your breasts, saying, “I wanna watch him fuck you,” before licking your nipple.

You moaned at that, your pussy twitching in anticipation, and looked at Arthur.

You were still sensitive from your orgasm, but you wanted to watch Arthur cum, so you spoke against his lips. “Arthur, please.”

He could never say no to you, not when you spoke his name with such a need in your voice. He smiled against your lips, brushing his nose against yours before saying, “Anything for you, darlin’.”

You parted your thighs to accommodate him and licked your lips when he took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few pumps before pushing just the head of his cock in. There was more than enough preparation, your own wetness and Arthur’s spit running down your pussy and your thighs, yet you still felt that familiar burn as he split you open, pushing more of himself in.

Inch by inch, he filled you, taking a pause here and there to let you get used to the feeling of him filling you to the brim. When he was all the way in, the head of his cock pushing so deep inside you you could practically taste it, you sighted his name, your head rolling back on the pillows and your fingers clawing at the sheets.

Sadie’s hand was on your lower abdomen, right where she could feel Arthur push in you.

She licked her lips before turning to him and said, “Fuck her proper, Arthur.”

The drag of his cockhead over your insides had you clench around him, the tears in your eyes coming back as your sensitive walls spasmed over him. One of your hands was clawing at the back of your pillows, the other at the sheets under you, and you could do little more than simply take Arthur’s pistoning, his cock reducing you to cries and moans of his name.

Sadie turned your head towards her, capturing your lips in her once again before speaking against them. “Tell me how good he’s making you feel,” she said.

You tried to speak, but as you opened your mouth, a moan came out as Arthur delivered a particularly rough thrust, hitting that special place inside of you. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see him smirk.

“So good, Sadie,” you finally managed. The bliss you were feeling had your mind going haywire as Arthur’s thrusts pushed you closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. “Fuck. He’s fucking me so good,” you moaned, your words no doubt feeding Arthur’s ego, making him puff out his chest more and fuck you harder into the mattress, “He’s gonna make me cum.”

Sadie smiled before kissing you once again, alternating between sucking on your tongue and delving hers into your mouth.

Arthur was at the end of his rope. He was holding out his own release, hoping to deliver you to yours first, but it was proving hard when your cunt spasmed over him each time he pushed inside. It didn’t help either that you and Sadie were all over each other, your lips against one another, your hands exploring each other’s bodies. Not even in his wildest dreams or fantasies had he seen something like this.

He placed both of his hands on the back of your thighs before pushing them up so your legs hung on his shoulder, kissing one of your ankles as he did so. Your legs twitched each time he slammed back in, the new position making him go in even deeper if that was possible, and if it wasn’t for Sadie’s mouth on yours, you were sure your scream’s would’ve definitely alerted somebody.

Delicate and slow, her hand traveled from one of your breasts, down your stomach and to your wet pussy. She could feel where Arthur was entering you again and again, the wetness around your walls making for an easy, though loud with sloppy sounds, entrance. Using two of her fingers, she started to add small circular motions around your clit, making your toes curl.

With the combination of Sadie’s fingers on your clit and Arthur’s cock in your pussy, you came, arching your back from the bed as pleasure coursed through your veins, so hard you thought you were gonna blackout from it. Sadie kissed you through it, muffling your cries and moans and screams with her mouth. The orgasm swept over you like a hurricane, leaving you completely boneless as you laid there, managing to do nothing more than keep taking Arthur’s cock.

The feeling of you spasming and tightening over him was too much for Arthur. “Fuck, darlin’, I’m close,” he said, the sweat on his face making it shiny.

With Sadie’s mouth away from yours, you managed a broken cry and a small, “Yes” moving your hips just a little to help Arthur to his release.

Sadie moved her hand from where it was near your clit to where Arthur was entering your sopping pussy again and again. With a mischievous smile, she took his balls in her hand and fondled them before saying, “Fill her up, Arthur.”

Arthur came with a heavy groan, his pace all out of rhythm as he kept pushing his cock into you, stuffing you full of his cum until you could feel it running down your thighs.

At last, he stilled, his breathing heavy as he pulled out of you and lowered your legs from his shoulder to the bed.

You could feel Arthur’s sweat drop from his forehead to yours as he bent down to kiss you, slow and tender, before dropping to your side. His head was on the pillow as he stared at the ceiling, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. On your other side, Sadie was catching her breath too, the activities you just engaged in making her previously clear complexion looking a tad bit pink. You could see a satisfied smile on her lips as she raised herself on her elbows to look at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face before laying back down on the bed, one of her hands under her head.

As you laid there, well-fucked, satisfied and bemused, you wondered how you’d look Sadie in the eyes in the morning, when the effects of alcohol and lust would vanish, and you’d have nowhere to hide as the sun would illuminate every corner of the room. You remembered Dutch’s words, telling all of you to enjoy yourself. “As much as you want,” he specified. You’re not sure if he had this in mind when saying that.

Sadie, however, decided to not wait for the morning and spoke up now, saying, “Might I say that the two of you sure know how to fuck.”

The ease with which she spoke eased your restless nerves, and you felt yourself relax as you laughed at her words. At your side, Arthur couldn’t help but shake his head, a small smirk playing at his lips.

You knew the next morning would still bring the awkward laughs and pink blushes, but you decided you could deal with that later. Right now, you were happy to enjoy the warmness of the two bodies pressed at your sides.

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