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cardierreh15 · 6 months

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So Anxious

Another story for Kinktober! (Again I’m not really following a list lol I’m doing my own thing) Enjoy babies 🤎🧡

***I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Cursing , Alcohol Consumption, Dry Humping , Fingering , Smut , Alien/Human Sex , Praise Kink , Dirty Talk , Role Playing (Superman & Goddess) , Suggestive Behavior/Dancing

Pairings: Clark Kent x Cardíerre James (Nicki Minaj)

Description: Cardíerre & Clark throw a Halloween Party!

Word Count: 3.8K

Song(in order): Water by Tyla , So Anxious By Ginuwine

One Shot

Cardierre sighed heavily as she looked down at her watch. She grumbled to herself as she pulled the sandwich tray out of the refrigerator, ‘Where the hell is he?’ Clark wasn’t the type to be unpunctual. He was pretty good with time.

She couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he was concerned about his costume. But she assured him that he didn’t have to show up with a costume. After all, this was just as much his party as it was hers.

Her phone chimed on, alerting her that her guests were now arriving. Putting her worries to the side for just a moment, she clapped her hands together, jumping up and down in excitement.

‘One second!’ She rushed to the downstairs half bathroom and adjusted her cleavage in her bra and her skirt.

The doorbell rang once before she practically ran to the front door. Unlocking the door, she pulled it to the side in a hurry with a happy grin on her face. She was hoping it was Clark, but in fact the complete opposite. She raised a brow, perplexed about this unexpected arrival.

‘Bruce? What the hell are you doing here?’ He wore a regular black tailored suit with a trench coat. Nothing out of the ordinary from him. She should’ve expected that.

Her close friend stepped from the side of the house with a devious grin. She was dressed up as Mystique from X-Men. Painted down to every detail and every accessory, she put Jennifer Lawrence to shame. ‘Now why would you think we’d pass this up hmm?’

Cardi screamed happily as she extended her arms before the girls embraced in a warm hug. It had been quite some time since they’ve all seen one another. She was residing in Gotham still and since Cardi’s promotion, it was hard to take some time off to go see her closest friends.

‘Oh my god! I’m so glad you guys were able to make it! I was preparing for the worst out here!’ She giggled before looking over at Bruce and raising a brow, ‘You couldn’t get him to dress up at least?’

‘I tried. Trust me.’ Helena giggled as she gave Bruce a gentle elbow at his arm.

‘Wishful thinking. He’s been like this since we’ve been kids. Come on! Go inside and make yourself at home!’ She stepped to the side and smiled even wider when a few more guests walked up her walkway.

Stepping out of the way completely, she told everyone to make themselves comfortable and that they could help themselves with all the snacks she’d made and had catered for them.

Standing on the porch, she let out a heavy sigh as she looked at her watch once again. It was 7:45PM. He was extremely late.

Rolling her eyes, she stormed back into her house to see that the party was in full swing. People from her job, old and new friends were making conversation with one another. This was all going so well and it was so perfect. She was just missing her most important piece. Her man.

Helena walked over to her, her head falling to the side as she noticed that something wasn’t right about the place. But with the somber look on her friend’s gorgeous face, it immediately clicked. ‘Hey, where’s Clark?’

Cardierre sighed and shrugged her shoulders, ‘I don’t know, Lena. It’s 10 til and he hasn’t shown up yet. What if the bad guys got to him? And I’m here helpless…’

‘What? Girl, ain’t nobody snatching Clark big ass off of the streets. He’s built like a goddamn tank and not to mention… There's something about him that stands out from everyone else. Ain't no way they’d pick him.’

She scoffed at the joke, trying not to laugh but she was right. ‘Yeah… He is a big guy ain’t he? Ion know I just know he’s not irresponsible like this. I know he said he didn’t like his costume but.. It’s not that deep. Hell, I don’t even know what the costume looks like!’

‘Well, you know men. They’re probably harder on themselves than anyone else. You see the shit didn’t work with Bruce.’ Helena jerked her chin towards Bruce who stood secluded in the far right corner of the room by the kitchen, ‘That fool gave me the ultimatum of not going if I forced that Magneto costume on him.’

The girls cackled with one another for a second. ‘Here. Where’s your phone? Go call him? It is the last Saturday before Halloween. There’s a ton of parties being thrown and he is probably just sitting in traffic.’

She let out a gentle sigh and nodded, ‘Yeah. You’re right girl. I’ll go call him now.’

As soon as she picked up her phone another Ring camera notification chimed on her phone. She opened it up to see a tall being pacing back and forward by the garage. They sported a huge black cape. She assumed that it was another guest who probably got lost or was just nervous as hell to walk into the party. Perhaps they thought they’d look ridiculous!

They couldn’t have been that bad. There was the Scarecrow from The Wiz here, Mystique, Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat, A Mickey & Minnie Mouse…And about a dozen more characters. And then there was Bruce… dressed as… Bruce.

No one could look as ridiculous as he did in this moment. Sticking out like a sore thumb.

She placed her phone down before she walked towards the front door. When she walked out to the porch deck, she took a deep breath and walked to the right side where the individual was standing there like a statue. ‘Hey! You know the party is on the inside right? Why don’t you come inside! We have beer, liquor, food,... candy?’

He didn’t speak for a long moment before slowly turning around to face her. ‘Cardi.’

Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. ‘Clark!? Baby, is that you?!’ She quickly rushed off of the deck and stopped in her tracks. She took in the moment to really drink him in.

‘Well…’ He said as he extended his arms for her to get a good look at him. ‘What do you think?’

Other than the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous, she couldn’t understand why he looked so much like the one the world knew as Kal-El. She couldn’t even explain the enthrallment she felt for him at this moment. Just swooning like a teenage girl admiring her crush.

Completely speechless.

‘I knew it. I look ridiculous.’ Clark sighed as he placed one hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head.

‘What?! What? Baby, baby no!’ She rushed over to him. ‘You just… you look just like him.’ She snaked her arm around his small waist as she reached up to cup his jaw. ‘You look amazing.’ Cardi grinned before her happy brown eyes studied his eyes for a second before they drifted down to his chest. There sat that infamous “S” but in silver.

‘Since when did Superman wear black? Where did you even get this?! Is this the costume you were so concerned about?!’ She asked in wonder.

Clark was shaken out of his thoughts with her voice. He looked down at his chest as she traced the intricate detailing of the letter. It even felt familiar. ‘As far as I know… he doesn’t. But actually I…’ he paused for a second, ‘I had a friend make this for me.’

Perhaps he called his father his friend.

‘Well, it’s beautiful. And Unique! Most certainly puts that Bright blue to shame. I bet if he were here, he’d probably try to shake you up for it.’ She giggled.

‘Probably.’ Clark laughed as he reached his hand behind her head; his fingers getting lost in her blown out hair. His other hand rested on her hip. ‘You look absolutely irresistible right now. I think it might be a little harder to focus with all these people around tonight.’ His grin remained.

‘Oh? Are we playing a little game?’

‘It can be whatever you want it to be, baby.’

Cardi bit into her glossed bottom lip before she pulled his face down to meet her in a tantalizing kiss. Slipping her tongue into his warm mouth, she welcomed his in return as they held onto one another a little bit tighter.

Then, when she broke the kiss, she let out a deep breath before letting out a giddy giggle. ‘C’mon.’ She said as she grabbed his hand and started walking backwards, ‘We can’t keep our guests waiting.’

Once inside of the party, all eyes were on him.

Bruce stood up straight, his stormy blue eyes damn near popping out of his head, ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’

Helena looked up from pouring two glasses of Pink Whitney and lemonade to see Cardi and Clark walking into the party. A huge grin of happiness curled on her face but also, she was admiring how amazing his costume looked.

She walked up to the both of them, ‘Wooow. Damn Clark! How much are they paying you at the Planet?! That’s a good lookin’ costume there.’ She grinned as she took a sip of her drink.

‘Thanks– Helena. Since you're here, I’d assume Bruce has come too, yes?’

‘Mmmhmm. He’s over there in the corner hidin’ like a Bat in a cave. You should go speak to him.’

Clark’s eyes landed on Bruce who was staring at him with a “BE FUCKING SERIOUS” glare written all over his face. ‘I’ll go say Hi. He doesn’t look like he’s having a good time. Maybe I should cheer him up.’ He looked down at Cardi, ‘Be good.’ He winked.

‘No promises!’ Cardierre grinned as she watched him walk off to be with his friend. A smile plastered on her face like the joker. She was so infatuated! It was as if what she was sad about earlier never even mattered.

Helena stared at her friend for a second before looking over at Clark. ‘Well, what happened?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean did you scold him about being late?’

‘No. I’m not his mother, Lena.’ She sighed softly before continuing, ‘It was exactly what I thought it was. The costume. He swore up and down that he looked ridiculous.’

‘What? Ridiculous? Do you not see your man?!’ Both of the girls looked over at Clark talking to Bruce. Yeah, they were gawking.

‘Are those all his muscles?!’ Helena asked curiously, squinting her eyes trying to better her vision.

Cardi’s mouth fell as she tried not to laugh before slapping her friend on the arm, ‘Yes! They are! As far as I know anyway.’ She giggled.

Helena giggled as she held the second cup out towards her, ‘Here. You drink this. It’ll take for me to shove this cup down Bruce’s throat for him to drink this mess.’

‘Thanks.’ Cardi giggled before taking a big gulp of the strong drink.

After a little while longer, the party was jumping and thumping! People were all around, dancing, singing, eating– having the time of their lives! Clark and Bruce pretty much stayed glued to one another’s hips the whole night. All until Cardierre got a little bit looser than usual.

Water by Tyla started playing and she began to let the music take over her body. She was dancing with Helena, rocking and grinding her hips with her friend. And once she caught Clark’s atlantic blue eyes staring at her through the crowd, she placed her hands on her body and began to caress herself.

Helena decided to turn up the notch to make Clark lose his mind. She took the water bottle off the bartop and poured it down Cardierre’s back and her chest. ‘WHOOOOO!’ The guests began to cheer as she rolled and rocked her hips like a belly dancer.

‘AYO CLARK! COME GET YA GIRL!’

Clark and Bruce watched closely as the scene unfolded before them. Clark reached out and carefully grabbed Bruce’s shirt, ‘Control yourself… Your woman is here.’

Cardi laughed happily as she and her friend gave one another a high five. She then skipped off to the kitchen to make herself another drink. They ran out of plastic cups so that would require her to go in the pantry.

She pulled the door open and walked inside to grab the unopened container of cups. When she turned back around, Clark was standing at the door with his big, sturdy arms folded across his chest. His head was cocked to the side, eyes wandering her body that was covered in a thin sheet of water with a few drops here and there.

‘I know what you’re doing and you’re not going to get away with it, Cardierre.’

Ooh! Her government! He meant business.

‘I-I don’t know what you mean, Clarky-Pooh.’ She gave him a goofy grin. ‘Now, can you get out my way so I can tend to our guests?’ She carefully pushed past him. But not before he could grab her by her arms and pull her back into his brawny frontside.

She gasped at the sudden movement, looking up at him as he pressed his hardened member against her back. He looked down at her with a slightly amused look on his face, ‘Do you see what you’re doing to me? Ever since I saw you tonight I’ve been thinking about bending you over that dining room table.’

Cardi giggled as she licked at her lips, ‘Baby, not in front of the guests.’ she pressed her ass against him once more and grind her hips on him, ‘I’m sure you can wait til the party’s over…’ She stopped, ‘Right?’

Clark closed his eyes, letting out a frustrated grunt before his forehead rested on top of her head. ‘Yes..’ He sighed as he released his hold on her. ‘I can wait. Go ahead and do your thing. Let me adjust myself.’ He let out an embarrassed sigh as he stepped into the pantry and closed the door.

Letting out an evil laugh, she walked back to the central area of the party to see Bruce and Helena getting well acquainted on the dancefloor. She smiled softly, so happy to see both of her close friends developing a relationship. She thought it was cute.

Shortly after, she felt Clark place his hand on her hip before placing a cute little kiss on her cheek then her head. ‘Are you having a good time baby? Was it everything you expected it to be?’

She smiled softly and looked up at him, ‘And more. Our first Halloween party and everybody looks like they are having a wonderful time. Most of all though,’ She turned around to face her lover, ‘I’m glad you’re here.’

‘Yeah?’ Clark smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, ‘Well what you gonna do to make use of my presence?’

‘Why should I tell you when I can just show you?’ She raised a brow with a dark, drunken smirk.

Clark looked away, letting out a chuckle before looking down at her once again, ‘Alright. That’s it.’ And he quickly scooped down, wrapped his arms around her thighs and threw her over her shoulder.

‘AHHH! CLARK!’ Cardi giggled out loud before he landed a smack on her ass.

‘Hush!’ He exclaimed as he walked out of the kitchen and walked through the crowd.

Bruce and Helena watched as Clark carried Cardi across the room.

‘Oh! Everyone! Enjoy the party! Just got to have a conversation with my woman in the bathroom!’

Cardi laughed as she gave the room a thumbs up.

***

Clark placed her down on the sink before he walked over and locked the door. Slowly turning to look at her as she adjusted herself on the sink. ‘I’ve warned you already. Why do you insist on teasing me all night mama? How is that fair?’

‘Because I think it’s funny. Plus, I wanted to see how long Superman can go before he loses his shit over me.’ She grinned as she slowly spread her thighs.

‘Well it didn’t take long now did it? You got what you wanted. Now it’s my turn.’ He said darkly as he closed in the gap and stood between her thighs. ‘Goddammit. I’m an lucky son of a bitch huh?’ He growled as his large hands caressed her thick smooth thighs.

‘More like blessed… Now, stop talking and give me a kiss daddy.’

Clark grinned as he placed another animalistic kiss upon her lips. His hands desperately reached up the sides of her thighs and tugged at the hips of her panties then dropped them to the ground. He reached between her thighs as he broke the kiss, resting his fingertips on her erected nub, ‘You’re warm and wet… are you ready for me? You think you can handle me, Goddess?’

She grinned darkly, her eyes glaring at him with pure desire, ‘What’s a man to a God?’

He chuckled seductively, ‘I figured you’d say that.’ And he shoved his middle and ring finger inside of her. Easily finding a warm and cozy home there as he curled them upwards.

‘Fuuuck.’ Her head fell back against the mirror as she felt her body grow numb with pleasure. ‘Yes, Superman!’

He used his free hand to pull her top down, exposing her pretty perky breasts. Not wasting another second, he quickly wrapped his lips around her nipple.

‘Shiiit.’

Clark was so damn hard he could probably cut through rocks. But the way he was going to use her… he was going to have to ask his Lord and Savior to forgive him.

‘Aaaah, fuck Clark you’re gonna make me cum.’ She gripped the edge of the sink for stability. She began to heave and hiccup as her body began to succumb to his magic.

‘Ooh already little Goddess?’ He hissed through his teeth as he rubbed at her G-spot faster, coaxing her orgasm out of her. He then used his thumb to rub her clit with the pad of his thumb. He groaned against her soft, supple tits.

‘OH! FUCK!’ she exclaimed before she placed her hand over her mouth, watching as he practically stole her orgasm from her. But she wasn’t mad.

He smirked as he pulled her hand down away from her face, ‘Goddesses deserved to be heard.’ He reached behind himself and unzipped his suit, pushing it down to his knees. He was standing at full attention for her. ‘Don’t you agree?’

Finally coming down from her powerful orgasm, she let out a shuddered sigh and nodded, ‘I do agree.’

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her down from the sink, turned her around and placed her knee on the cool porcelain. He moved the skirt from off of her and smooth his hand over her ass. He then landed a hard smack against her rump.

‘OOP!’ Cardi giggled and looked back at her lover. ‘Is Superman going to show me that brute strength?’

Clark smirked and grabbed his member, ‘Is that what the Goddess wants?’ He pressed the tip of his member against her honeyed slit and began to sink her hips into her.

Cardi let out a sharp gasp as she embraced his length. Her head fell back to look up at him as he bottomed out into her. ‘Augh! Uh-huuuh.’ She breathed out, clenching her teeth together as she braced herself for the work he was about to put on her.

He grabbed her jaw, as he leaned down and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He began to roll his hips into her at a slow and steady rhythm. He hummed against her lips as his free hand reached up to grope at her breast.

She moaned into his mouth as he began to pick up the pace and adjust the rhythm of his hips. When she broke the kiss, she kept her eyes on him as her brain tried to keep up with the pleasure her body was enduring. ‘Gods baby! You feel so fucking good!’ She gritted through her teeth as she leaned forward to grip the sink better.

‘Yeah? Damn you’re so fucking tight baby. Ugh, you take me so fucking well.’ He groaned as he landed another smack on her ass before placing his massive hands on her small waist for stability.

‘UGH! Fuck! Oooh you’re gonna make me cum already! Hoooh my goood! Yessss!’ Her walls began to spazz and throb around his member; making it tighter for him and more sensitive for her. She gripped the sink tightly as her orgasm began to rock her from her core.

Clark laughed crudely, taunting her as he fucked her through her orgasm, in turn doubling the pleasure she had from the previous one. ‘Look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful baby. Such a good little Goddess for me?’

‘Yes! I’m a good little Goddess daddy! Ugh, fuck!’

‘That’s my little Goddess.’ He reached forward and gripped her hair, pulling her back towards his torso. ‘You think you were just going to wear that costume and not get punished for it?!’ He growled in her ear as he plunged into her harder and faster.

Unfortunately for Cardi, she was practically wheezing as he went in on her. Taking deep breaths and groans, her mouth felt like cotton. ‘N-no!’ She mewed out like a kitten. It felt so goddamn good, and she just knew the after care would be immaculate.

‘I can’t hear you little Goddess.’ He huffed in her ear, ‘You’re gonna have to speak up for me!’

‘NO! CLARK! PLEASE! DON’T STOP, PLEASE!’ she begged as she reached back and dug her pointy nails into his muscular thigh.

He wrapped his strong arm around her waist, hiding his face in her shoulder as he felt his own milky orgasm sneaking up on him too. ‘Fuck. Does Superman’s little Goddess want him to breed that pretty little pussy?’ He then bit into her shoulder gently.

‘Yes! Please, please Kal-El! Fill me up!’

There was something about her calling him by his Kryptonian name that just turned him on so much more. Perhaps it was the way her southern accent rolled with it. It just sent him on a quick downward spiral. His hips bucked sloppily as he began to tense up. ‘Ugh!’ he gritted his teeth together as he held her body close to his, emptying all of himself into her. ‘Uhhhh fuck!’ His thighs trembled, his knees buckled.

Cardi let out a heavy breath as her body relaxed against his. ‘Fuck.’ Then, she looked back at him with a drunken smile spread across her lips. ‘I fucking love you.’ She laughed.

‘No more than I could possibly love you Little Goddess.’ He chuckled tiredly as he placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

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After the couple freshened themselves up and put themselves back together, they walked down the stairs to rejoin the party. It almost seemed as if they weren’t missed because the party was still full of life!

Clark and Cardi shared one more kiss before splitting up. He went to hangout with Bruce as she went to grab a bottle of water from the cooler.

‘Well if it ain’t Mr. And Mrs. “Mink, Mink, Mink”.’ Helena walked up with her hands on her hips, ‘You know I heard yall loud and clear right? Hell, most of the party did.’

‘Oh.’ She giggled and gave her an apologetic smile, ‘I’m sorry but, you can do whatever you wanna do when it’s your house.’ She teased.

‘I knew your ass would say something so asinine.’ Lena retorted, ‘Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night. Who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again after tonight.’

‘Sounds like a plan to me.’

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anonymousewrites · 6 months

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Of Two Worlds Halloween Special

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

“But if we see scary things every day, why are we dressing up?” asked (Y/N) as Nobara applied dark eyeshadow around her eyes.

“Because it’s fun!” said Nobara, wearing a black and red dress with fake fangs. She had done her makeup perfectly with a nice red lip and sharp eyeliner. She posed after she finished (Y/N)’s makeup. “And hey, this is a chance to look gorgeous, so why not? God knows we get beat up enough that we deserve a chance to look nice.”

“But I thought you’re making me look bad to be scarier,” said (Y/N). She was confused and didn’t really understand how you could look bad and good at the same time.

Nobara waved a hand. “Just trust me.”

“…Okay.” (Y/N) had no reason not to.

“Alright, you’re done, let’s get going to the party,” said Nobara, pulling (Y/N) up from her chair. “Hopefully the boys don’t keep us waiting.”

“What are they dressing up as?” asked (Y/N) as they left the room.

“Itadori is probably a monster from a horror movie he’s watched,” said Nobara. “And Gojo is definitely going to be a prince or something else stuck-up.”

(Y/N) nodded. That sounded like them. “What about Megumi?”

“Depends on if Gojo and Itadori could force him into a costume or not,” said Nobara, shrugging.

“He doesn’t want to dress up?”

“Probably not, especially if it’s Gojo pestering him,” said Nobara.

Yeah, that also sounded like something Gojo would do.

They rounded the corner to the courtyard of Jujutsu Tech where the Halloween party was already in full swing and their upperclassmen and friends were having fun. Nobara waved as she spotted the other two first-years.

“Itadori, Fushiguro!” she called.

“Kugisaki! (L/N)! You guys look so cool!” said Itadori. Sure enough, Nobara had been right, and he was dressed as Frankenstein’s monster, green-painted skin and all.

“Vampires are the most elegant monsters, so what else would I be?” said Nobara proudly. “Beautiful and fearsome for all eternity.”

(Y/N) raised her hands and wiggled her fingers “spookily.” “I’m a ghost.” She wore a long white dress splattered with fake blood, and her makeup made her gaunter. With her already cold skin and emotionless face, the costume fit her perfectly.

“Is that why you and Gojo forced me into this?” said Megumi, folding his arms and giving Itadori a look.

Itadori smiled brightly. “We thought you two would love to match since you’re such good friends! It was Gojo’s idea.”

“Of course it was,” said Megumi, rolling his eyes.

“What is he dressed up as?” said (Y/N), looking at his tan outfit and strange contraption on his back.

“He’s a ghostbuster, like from the movie,” said Itadori excitedly.

“So he tries to kill me?” asked (Y/N), confused.

“Well, the character traps ghosts, but Fushiguro wouldn’t do that,” said Itadori. “It’s just a fun couple’s costume.”

Megumi turned red. “We’re not a couple.”

“No, but you two are adorable anyways!” said Gojo, appearing behind them all and hugging (Y/N) and Megumi.

Megumi roughly pushed Gojo off, and their teacher grinned at them. Sure enough, Nobara had been right, and he was dressed up as a prince. (Leave it to him to pretend to be royalty when that’s what he basically was in jujutsu society)

“Stop harassing them,” said a strict voice.

(Y/N) brightened as Nanami walked up. He wore his usual suit, but someone (Gojo, as usual) had wrapped bandages around him like a mummy.

“Hello, Nanami-san,” said (Y/N).

“Hello, (L/N)-kun,” said Nanami, nodding to her.

“Aw, no hi to me?!” complained Gojo.

“You’ve already irritated me,” said Nanami plainly. “You could try to leave the kids alone.”

“Then I’m just going to bother you!” chirped Gojo.

Nanami glared at him, and while Gojo was distracted, Megumi took (Y/N)’s hand and carefully led her away from the group. He couldn’t risk her getting infected by the general ridiculousness.

“Let’s get some candy,” he said as an excuse.

“Okay,” said (Y/N), brightening.

Together, they kept to the side of the party while Nanami avoided Gojo and the second years came over to the first years. Panda had cat ears on(?), Inumaki was a mime, and Maki had wolf gloves and ears on to be a werewolf. Nobara was excited to match a bit with her favorite second-year. Itadori was happy to show off his hard work and costume to the group.

(Y/N) ate a piece of chocolate and smiled slightly. “This is fun. Not very scary, though.”

“We see enough scary things,” said Megumi.

“…Do you think it’ll ever stop?” asked (Y/N).

“No. As long as humans have feelings, there’ll be curses,” said Megumi.

“At least there’ll always be us,” said (Y/N). “Sorcerers. People trying to protect others.”

“There are less and less of us every day,” said Megumi. “And more and more curses.”

(Y/N) tilted her head and blinked as she considered. “Maybe it’s time for things to change.”

Megumi glanced at her questioningly.

“Jujutsu society has been the same for centuries. It refuses to change. Curses do as the world does,” said (Y/N).

“We’re behind,” said Megumi, understanding what she was saying.

(Y/N) didn’t disagree or agree. “Maybe.”

Megumi knew she was right. Hesitantly, he reached out and touched her arm. “If things change, then we’ll change together.”

(Y/N) smiled slightly. “Yeah. Together.”

“Hey! What’re you two doing?! Come dance!” called Itadori.

Megumi shook off the thoughts of the future. “Want to go?”

(Y/N) smiled, and Megumi couldn’t think of anything more beautiful. “Yeah.” She paused a moment and looked at him. “I know things will change, but I like things how they are right now. You, me, and everyone else together.”

Megumi couldn’t help the next words out of his mouth. “You’ll always have me.”

(Y/N)’s eyes shone with a feeling Megumi couldn’t place. “I’m glad.”

“Come on!” called Nobara.

(Y/N) and Megumi walked over to them, together.

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pynkgothicka · 2 years

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Synopsis - You meet a guy at the Halloween party and get without him without any secondhand thoughts. Halloween Special!!

Pairing - Dark! Shitty! Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Warnings - GASLIGHTING, NONCON, shitty Taehyung, drug induced sex, acts of violence, VIOLENCE AGAINST READER, DOMESTIC ABUSE

Authors Note - Fuck it Halloween special coming early. I’m going more lengthy and different fandom this go round. Please let me know if you guys would like more, I’m just in a hardcore bts phase rn lol.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“It's literally the party of the century! What do you mean you don't wanna go?!” Your friend fussed at you.

“I just don't like Halloween parties all that much, too much can happen so sudden you know?” You worried looking in the mirror at the angel costume she had brought for you. The dress was skin tight, showing your touching thighs, your angel wings small and itchy, all topped off with a small halo headpiece. “Plus no one is going to know me there…”

She wanted you to go to some random party, all because her boyfriend was going to be there, and she didn't want to arrive alone. “Come on, it's not going to be that bad! Trust me I'll stay by your side the entire time. You definitely know me!” She reassured you holding your shoulder. You smiled timidly at her and took a deep breath in.

“Fine.”

🎃

She left you as soon as you arrived, leaving you to standing on a nearby wall in the houses kitchen. You should've known not to trust her and and her empty words. You always fell for the same scheme.

It was a amazing hiding space from the drunks walking in and out getting shot after shot. Everything was loud and drowned out each anxiety filled thought the instant you thought it. These were all definitely older people, you being just a freshman in collage. How did she even get invited to this place.

You looked up and made direct eye contact with a pair of dark brown eyes. Your breath left your chest as a guy stared at you from across the kitchen, a beer bottle in hand. Once he realized you were definitely looking at him, he gave you a small smile. His face was almost perfect, thick brows, tanned skin, a small mole on the bottom of his perfect lip, and god a body you could love. He wore a pair black pants and a dark turtle neck sweater. On top of it all he had on a leather jacket, acting as if a cherry on top, bringing the entire look together. Everything about him had you flustered and looking away quickly. You couldn't help yourself though, sneaking glances.

One of the bulkier dudes at the party went up to him, dapping him and passing a lit cigarette, the guy in black taking it and puffing a cloud in the others face. The guy choked on the smoke and scowled at him. The guy laughed and continued to smoke, as if it was some small major victory. Something about him screamed pure danger, and you liked it. You just kept looking at the guy, and looking away.

While looking down, you saw foot steps approach you from afar. “Your way too pretty to be here by yourself.” It was the same guy from across the room now standing in front of you hands tucked in his pockets. He leaned on the wall next to you, pushing your body further into the cramped space. You looked off to the side, giving a small smile. You started playing with your hair like a school girl.

“You don't have anyone here to talk to do you?”

“No, not really.” You muttered looking back at him. He gave a small smile and placed a hand on your shoulder. His other flicked the burnt ash on the end of the cigarette.

“Well you can talk to me all night if you want, in fact I was just about to leave, this shit fucking sucks. You can come with if you like? This doesn’t look like your type of crowd.” He laughed leaning up puffing smoke in the most angelic of clouds towards the ceiling. You coughed and he snickered at you.

“I can’t, I don't even know your name. Nor your age… Plus my ride should still be here and I don't wanna scare her.” Its not like you didn't want to go with this elusive stranger, but you still had to be cautious. He seemed older than you, plus like you said, you didn't want to just magically disappear on your friend.

“Well that's easy to get out the way. My name is Taehyung, but my friends call me Tae. And she obviously didn't worry about you enough to leave you here with a bunch of drunks now did she?” He lead you away slowly his hand rubbing against your back. You saw her in the corner kissing up on some guy, she made eye contact and then looked at Taehyung. She winked at you before going back to kissing on her guy.

She probably wasn't even planning on bringing you home.

“I guess I can go with you…” You muttered being ambushed by a gust of cold wind, the front door opening wide. He showed you the way to his black motorbike, handing you his helmet. It was gorgeous, the black shimmering in the moonlight.

“I’m going to need you to hold on alright pumpkin?”

🎃

That night on forward he was yours, as you were his. He started off as one of your close friends, which turned into your boyfriend a few weeks later. Tae constantly had you moving, bringing you out on dates, going to his apartment, and even just taking you out. He loved to spoil his girl.

Today he just so happened to have brought you to the nearby mall. He bragged to his friends about spoiling you, its because of what you deserved in his opinion. Tae talked about how you brought out the best in him. Apparently he’s been caught up in some bad stuff, but he cuddled and whispered about how you brought him away from all that. Back down to planet earth.

You were deep in thought as, Taehyung came behind you with a giant white fur coat as you were going through the racks in the department store. “Wouldn't this look amazing on you? Come on try it on for me.” You giggled dropping your purse as Tae helped you put it on, the bottom of the coat nearly grazing the floor. “See I told you, y’ look stunning pumpkin.”

“Really?” You asked twirling around in the coat.

“Would I ever lie to you beautiful?” He asked catching your waist and hugging you, bringing you closer to him. He smiled at you, your heart warming at just how sweet he could be. You leaned up puckering your lips out, Taehyung doing the same, giving a small peck. “I’m going to go pay for this alright, you can go ahead and keep looking just in case.” You nodded giving him a small wave as he left, then heading way over to the accessories section of the store. The sets all adorned with gems. You jumped as a hand touched your shoulder.

“Hi there ma’am would you like to purchase anything!” It was a store clerk, the guy scaring you instantly.

“Jesus! You scared me! Uhh no sir, I’m just looking. I cant really afford this anyways.” You say putting up the set of jewelry. He picked up the necklace that went with it, showing it off to you.

“Yeah but its gorgeous don't you agree?” He said unhooking the latch. “You can try it on if you’d like?” You furrowed your brows thinking, well it wouldn't hurt. You nodded turning around to look in the small mirror. You watched as he put the necklace around your neck. Suddenly the clerk collapsed with a grunt, the necklace falling on the ground. You turned around quickly seeing Taehyung on top of him wailing at his face.

“Stop! Stop it Tae! Please!” You yelled pulling at your boyfriends back, but he didn't listen and just kept going. Blood flew everywhere.

“You wanna fuck my girl?! Huh!?” He picked up the guy the collar and dropped it back on the ground, the back of his head hitting the tiled floor. You watched as blood poured from his nose and lip.

“No man… I swear!” The clerk cried out. You kept trying to pull Tae off, but Taehyungs hand flew back into your cheek, making you collapse on the ground. You began to full on sob, your cheek throbbing now. You looked around you a crowd of shoppers surrounding the ordeal.

Taes head whipped around at the sound you sobbing. He quickly got off the barely breathing guy and helped you up. You pushed yourself away from him. “Stay away from me! Please!” You yelled walking past him and straight for the department stores doors. You will find your own way home, you couldn't spend another second of your day with that monster. You walked straight out the doors and onto the sidewalk leading to the bus stop.

“Pumpkin! Baby!” He chased after you, in which you turned around to face him.

“Go away you psycho!”

”He looked at you weird, what did you expect me to do?!”

”Not beat a man half to death maybe!?” You huffed out searching for your credit card.

“You haven't experienced the world like I have, the world is a fucked up place alright!? I just want you to be safe. And I did it the only way I know how to.” He grabbed at your shoulder, your shirt getting stained with the clerks blood. You froze, you really didn't know him, nor what he could do. Were you making the wrong decision when you decided to be with him? “I love you so much baby… I’m sorry alright… It wont happen again. It will never happen again.”

God he seemed so genuine…

“Fine… Lets just… get out of here okay.” You suggested Taehyung nodding. He handed you your bag with your new coat in it, you quickly putting it on.

Sometimes he was so sweet, you wished that sweetness could get rid of the bruise on your cheek.

🎃

A few days later, you stood outside his apartment, coming to surprise him with some left over Halloween sugar cookies. You knew how much he raved about them and really you just wanted to dial down for a bit.

You knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer. You heard stumbling coming from the other side of the door and the door swung open to a drugged out Taehyung. His eyes were blood shot red, the room reeked of weed, and he was drenched in sweat.

You took in a deep breath, messing with your sweater sleeve. “I thought we could hang out for a bit… I brought cookies…” You mumbled not wanting to look at him. These were the moments that terrified you, the fear that he would go a-wall and hit you. After what happened at the mall, he seemed unpredictable.

And yet all he did was stare at you, pupils dilated, chest heaving.

“Yeah… Come in.” He stepped back into the apartment, leaving a open view of his usually pristine living space. The glass coffee table in front the sofa had a lighter and so much just mess everywhere.

God he was doing again. And you hated seeing him like this.

He sat down on the couch motioning for you to get close to him in which you did cozying up next to him, placing the cookies down on the table, moving some of the mess there. You gulped as he wrapped his arm around you breathtakingly tight. He leaned into your hair taking a deep whiff. “You smell so good baby.” His entire being smelled like weed, his breath reeked of it.

“Taehyung, you know I don't like the drug stuff…” You mumbled turning away from him. He sighed kissing the top of your head.

“Baby, pumpkin, I’m alright. I’m good. We’re good. I just really want to hold you right now.” His hand trailed to your thigh rubbing up and down. “And feel you, every inch of you.” He whispered into your ear, licking the rim afterwards. You shuddered pushing him away. He let go, having a surprised look on his face.

“I’m not playing with you right now, you keep saying your going to get off of them but you never do! I don't like what you become on them. In fact I don't like what you've become period! If I make you such a good person why can’t you act like it!!” You put your foot down for the first time ever with him. In which he didn't like, he didn't like that at all. Taehyung was never the guy to take any opposition.

“What are you going to do huh? Leave me? For what huh? You have fucking nothing.” He raised his voice standing up. he already towered over you when you were both standing up but this put you right at his crotch.

“I cant deal with this right now, I just wanted to have a good time like we used to have. Like after the party! That was nice Taehyung.” You stood up not bothering to even pick up the cookies, You just wanted to spend some time alone. You needed to cool off before continuing to take to him. “I’m going cool off. And don't follow me.”

“Don't you dare leave.”

You ignored him pushing past him and heading straight for the door.

“Take one more step and I swear-”

“Whatever Tae.”

You were almost there until you felt a punch to the center of your back. You collapse in pain doubling over. The breath was taken out from under your lungs and you looked up to Taehyung standing over you, sweat dripping down. “I told you to not leave. But you never seem to fucking listen huh?” He waited for you to get up on your own, coughing a wheezing. “Get up.”

“What… What was…” You didn't even get to finish as he pushed you against the door. He kicked you over to where you laid on your back, and he could get up close and personal. Taehyungs breath fanned over your face. His hair covered his eyes as he read your face.

His hands went to your sweater pulling it over your now tear stained cheeks, the eyeliner you put on running with the concealer. His hands went to your face smearing it all together all the while pulling at your cheeks and smiling, it was such a shame because you really wanted to look good for him. Not before all this, as he pulled you up by your arm and threw you into the door.

He just kept laughing and joking around. All the while banging you against the door. “You gonna act right huh?!” He yelled in your face, patting your cheeks. You nodded and he just repeated himself getting louder and louder. “What are you crying for huh? You don't have to cry, your alright,” he let out a wheezed out laugh, “We’re alright! See!” he harshly went down, pinning your legs to the door. He pulled up your skirt, teeth hooking in your panties yanking them down. Tae started to let out a small dry laugh, rubbing at your folds. “I just have to give you exactly what you need.” He murmured into you cunt.

Tae attached himself to you instantly. His tongue was deep within you, scooping out your hole. He murmured into your slit how beautiful you were, eyes looking dead as he ate you out with so much vigor. You pushed against his forehead trying to get him off you. “Tae! Stop! Stop it!!” You cried out trying to wail against his head. He snarled at you pushing you into the door further, opening your folds to get deeper into you.

Its not like hes not done this to you before, its just different now… hes rabid, and starved.

He pulled himself off of you, licking his way to your lips. You turned your head to the side, not wanting Tae to keep going. “Fucking look at me!” He yelled at you, moving your head back to where he was kissing you. The entire time you could see him move to slide off his sweat pants, his white T shirt coming off mid kiss. His cock shot up hitting against your legs, pre leaking.

Tae grabbed at your legs, hiking them up on the dips of his hips. He lined himself up with your ate out entrance. Your legs were sore, making you just dangling as he pushed himself in slowly. His head fell back as he embraced your warmth. He pushed you into the door beginning to thrust harshly into you. He licked at your neck, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. He bit into your neck bruising it slightly, sucking hickies into your neck. You hated the sound of him fucking you relentlessly.

And you just allowed him to do it, why did you?

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in this cunt…” He mumbled grabbing your ass.

“Please…. Please pull out. That's all I want please…” Tae leaned his forehead onto yours, his drugged out red eyes looking into yours. His weed stained breath breathing heavily into your face. He shushed you for about the thousandth time that night. He sped up finally emptying himself deep inside you. He groaned and finally stopped carrying you back to the couch, sitting down first. He was still deep inside you.

“Just let me chill out… I wanna go again… Grab that and my lighter for me.” You did as he asked handing him the rolled blunt. He held it in his mouth, nudging his head for you to light it. In which you did with no questions asked. He took a deep breath bringing his lips to yours, blowing the smoke into your mouth before kissing you deeply.

“Shit I love you so much…”

You stayed silent.

“Say it back.”

“I… I love you too Taehyung…”

“Mmm you better…”

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King of Your Heart

Chapter 8 "No more Frankie"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is lowkey toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, self-hate (both characters), drug usage (coke), drinking, benny's house party, princess and fish love to argue, FRANKIE IS GETTING CUCKED, light smut, angst, oh yeah and a lot of angst, biting, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

AN: i was inspired by recent life events and these two songs: you don't go to parties by 5SOS wish you were sober by Conan Gray alone by halsey

inside the world of king of your heart

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'I'm sorry too but Frankie we can't be together if you don't trust me,'

You left Frankie when he fell asleep after going back to his bedroom for another round of sex. The drive home was silent, with no music playing beside your crying. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

You and Frankie were supposed to get married, have babies, and grow old together. You could see yourself having children with him. You never wanted kids until you fell in love with Frankie, your mother was right when she said to you about how you didn't ever want children.

'When you meet the right person you'll want to have kids with them, it's not about procreating it's about expressing your love for each other. To have the best pieces of each other made into another human.'

You unlocked the apartment and saw Frankie's aero science book sitting on the coffee table. You glared at the book mocking your relationship, you were completely wiped out of Frankie's house but he is still set up at your apartment. You grabbed the book, shoved it into the junk drawer, and then slammed it back into place.

Your gaze was wandering all over the apartment trying to find anything that was tied to Frankie. His holster, his pocket knife, and a hat that he wore once and shoved into the junk drawer too. Your anger was clouding your mind, time to move on, no more Frankie.

Your body is tired and aching for rest but you comb through the entire apartment, going through the closet in the hallway for anything Frankie might own, going through the bathroom, the cabinets, and your closet.

There was a pile in the living room of anything Frankie left or gave to you which meant you didn't have a toolbox anymore. Sunlight creeps in and you are sweating from running around like a madman.

You get an empty cardboard box from moving in and putting the pile of Frankie memorabilia.

It was difficult readjusting back to a life without Frankie, without having someone to text first thing when you wake up in the morning. You just get ready for work and come home to eat takeout and watch old romance movies with a bottle of wine that changes day to day depending on how you feel after work.

When poker night comes around, you grudgingly get dressed and went to Will's house hoping just to talk with his fiancee Charlotte. No Frankie that night or the next poker night, everyone was doleful when you wouldn't show up and Frankie did, and vice versa. Ben decided it was time for you and Frankie to face each other but maybe not in an intimate setting.

Benny's end-of-summer house party. He told you it was the pre-game before his infamous Halloween bash. You haven't been to a party since Halloween and well Ben had thrown quite a few of these house parties. You always hear about the next day when you go over to make sure the guys are alive, making them breakfast and getting them to clean up the house while you supervise.

But here you were 3 months clean from Frankie and you were in a dress that Frankie just loves so much, a white cami top dress with pink roses decorating the center of the neckline, and the hem stopping a little bit short of the mid-thigh.

Why were you wearing this? Maybe to make Frankie wish he had tried harder with you.

Maybe to get some dick tonight whether from Frankie or some friend of Benny's. Maybe Frankie won't be there and you wore the dress for yourself.

"Princess is here!" Pope yells with a beer in his hand almost having it spill out on your shoes. Your eyes dart around the room, seeing people you barely know and a lot of people you don't even know. Ben was coming right at you with a tray of shots.

"You have to take these before you're allowed to make a drink," Ben hands you the first one of 4 shots. You throw them back inviting the burning in your throat, it was nice to feel a different kind of pain other than emotional.

You start to warm up while you walk into the kitchen and pull out your vodka that Benny hid away for you. The tartness of the cranberry juice and alcohol hit your tongue and downed the drink, a split second later you are mixing another drink.

The sliding door was opened and people going in and out, you looked around to see Mari making rounds with talking to everyone, the backyard caught your attention when you see Frankie talking to Charolette's maid of honor who was making herself comfortable on his lap.

You roll your eyes grab the bottle of vodka and start drinking it straight. You were feeling the buzz and take a walk out of the crowd, there was your poison, Daniel from that terrible blind date. Might as take him up on his offer about having a big cock and knowing how to make a girl cum.

"Well look who it is, Miss Princess," Daniel smirks from the couch and you sit down on his lap, you swing your legs over his thighs and play with the button on his collared shirt.

"Hi Daniel, I've been thinking about showing how much fun I really am." You lean down to his ear and look out the window watching Frankie walking to the house. You dip into Daniel's neck and lightly graze his skin with your teeth. Then come back up, watching Frankie to the hallway, going into the first room on the left, the guestroom with an ensuite bathroom.

You stand from the couch and hold your hand to Daniel, he quickly takes your hand. It was blind leading the blind, stumbling your way to the guestroom. You quickly slam the door, seeing the light of the bathroom on. Daniel was opening a tiny baggie with a white powder. He scoops some with a key and snorts it.

Of course, the finance bro has a coke problem.

"Want some?" Daniel scoops again and offers, you laugh and bring your nose to the key, sniffing the coke and burning your nostrils. You throw back your head and scrunch your nose, and he starts touching your body, extra sensitive to every motion.

Frankie shuts the sink off when he hears giggling and the door slamming. Moans fill the room, the hair on the back of his neck. He knows those moans, Frankie slowly opens the door just enough to see you riding the bastard Daniel, you were in reverse cowboy, playing with your tits and you looked Frankie right in the eyes.

"So hot, princess!" Daniel pants, watching you bounce on his dick. Frankie gripped the door knob tighter almost ripping it from the door.

Of course, this is how you want to be. Your hand slides down to your clit and draws tight little circles around it.

"F-Fuck yes! Oh, you're so good!" You performed for the sake of Daniel's ego and for Frankie to see you getting pleasure from someone else.

You quickly succumb to your orgasm as Frankie gives you a glaring stare.

"Cum in me, baby," You continued to slamming yourself back down on Daniel's decent cock, nothing to be too fucked out of.

Frankie closes the door, quickly and quietly when Daniel spills his cum inside of you. He gets up and leaves to get another drink. You walk to the bathroom door and slip inside. Preparing you to face Frankie but there was the window above the tub opened and scuff marks from his boots on the tub.

Frankie crawled out the window and tried to make his sudden appearance seem normal. His heart racing after watching you fuck another guy and came because Frankie just watching it happen. The image of your beautiful body on display made him hard even if you were having sex with someone else.

You stumble out to the living room and see Daniel talking to a girl who is just equally as trashed as him. You find the vodka and make another drink before going to the backyard.

There were all the guys standing in a huddle, Pope saw you first and nudged Will and they broke apart and greeted you. Frankie stands there with hands in his pockets. Will apparently was being called over to his fiancee and Pope and Benny needed more to drink with cups still full.

Frankie breathes out and looks at your pupil's blown and glazed eyes. He never thought you would become this. He feels responsible for your destructive way of coping.

"If you wanted to make me jealous, you could've just kissed the fucker not have sex with him." Frankie finally admitted his jealousy for anyone who even looked at you and is now jealous of Daniel for getting to have you the same way you had Frankie.

"Frankie-"

"I don't care that you fucked him. I care more about the fact that you did coke. Something you know that I've had past with." He was right. How could you do that? You know about the last time Frankie had his coke problem? What kind of friend does that?

Are you even still friends?

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fluff #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x f!reader #pedro pascal

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“I love you.” “I know.”

Eric Forman x gn!reader

Summary- Halloween is right around the corner, and this year it’s Erics turn to pick costumes.

Warnings- fluff, cheesy romance, fem reader

You sat in the Forman’s basement flipping through the style catalog that Jackie brought over for you to borrow. You always tried to at least look decent, Jackie would always gripe about your and Donna’s style, but you brushed it off because you knew whatever you wore she would have some kind of opinion on it, you still loved her though.

It was quiet until a scream came from Jackie then a bunch of laughter following after, “Michael!” You look over towards her to find Kelso taking off a cheap Halloween store mask, Hyde with Elvis shades on with the sideburns attached, and Eric holding a bag with two costumes in it.

“What’s that?” You ask him, nodding your head to the bag, he smirked, “Ours Halloween costumes.” Oh god, you totally forgot he was in charge of costume planning this year, you did not trust him at all, last year you forced him to be Tommy while you were Carrie. He pulled the costumes out of the bag and showed you a Han Solo and a Princess Leia Costume, it wasn’t terrible.

“I can work with that,” You turn to Jackie and point at her, “You, my very fashionable friend, will be doing my hair.” She claps in excitement; you knew you wouldn’t be able to do your hair like Leias by yourself. Eric jumps over the couch and throws an arm around you, “What are our plans for Halloween anyway?” Donna asks, you guys obviously weren’t going Trick or Treating, you all knew for a fact the adult would turn you down for being “too old.”

“Dad was thinking about closing down Grooves for a Halloween party

thing, he’s only letting a certain amount of people in.” Hyde informed us, we all smiled at each other, now knowing what you all were going to do for Halloween.

You, Donna, and Jackie all say in a circle on Donna’s bedroom floor, “You’re not actually going to wear that costume, are you?” Jackie asked you, taking another puff from the join Donna handed to her. You shrugged, “I actually think it’s really cute, Leia and Han are such a power couple.” Jackie rolled her eyes in response to yours.

“What are you and Kelso gonna do?” Donna asked her, she smiled like she was about to blow us away by her idea, “Daphne and Fred.” You and Donna just looked at each other and laughed, “What’s so funny?”

“Well, they’re like super complicated, and Fred just kind of, I don’t know, is dumb and ignores her, kind of like you and Kelso.” You tell her, causing Donna to burst out laughing again. Jackie huffed out and got up and walked to the bathroom, you turn to look at Donna who’s now rolling on the floor, “You should look for someone at the party on Halloween.”

She calms down and looks at you, “I don’t know, all of my relationships have been so bad.”

“Yeah but, you won’t know unless you try, right?”

You were in Erics bathroom, everyone was getting ready together before you all headed to Grooves. Jackie had already stuck like 20 bobby pins in your hair just for the first bun, she was doing a really good job, better that you could’ve done, so you weren’t complaining.

Donna walked in dressed up as Wonder Woman, “Oh my God, Donna you look hot!” You compliment me her was she laughs, “Stop moving.” Jackie says, she has bobby pins held between her teeth so it’s hard to make out what she said.”

She sticks the last bobby pin in, “There! All done!” Jackie smiles at her work, “This looks awesome, Thanks Jackie.” You get up from the stool and leave the bathroom as the girls follow behind, all the boys are down in the basement waiting for you guys. Hyde was wearing the same thing he was wearing earlier in the week, a normal out fit with Elvis sideburn sunglasses.

“Are you guys ready or are we going to sit in the basement all night?” Donna asks them, they all turn towards you guys while getting up, then everyone walks outside to the car to finally be getting on the way.

You’re all smooshed in the car; Hyde is flooring the gas so the limit of people doesn’t get before you guys. He pulls in the parking lot of the record store, thankfully there aren’t a lot of cars parked just yet, everyone piles out of the car, Eric puts an arm around you and kisses your cheek, “You look awesome.” You smile at him, “Thank you babe, just don’t ruin my hair.” You warn him.

He unwraps his arm and puts both of them up to “surrender.” The store looks great, Angie did a great job, she’s in the corner of the store setting up drinks, she dressed up as Catwoman. She noticed Hyde and the gang come in and walks up to greet you all, “So? What do think?”

“It looks great!” You tell her, she smiles at you and kisses your cheek and walks off.

You all got to this party at roughly 9:00, it was no 1 in the morning. Hyde insisted on staying at the store to help out his siter in cleaning up for the workday, so everyone left without him. You hopped in the front seat with Eric, sliding close to his side, he dropped everyone off at their places instead of taking them back to his place, you were the only one he took back home.

You both tried to hardest to be quiet when walking into the basement, not wake up his parents, scratch that, wake up Red. He grabbed you hand once your feet hit the floor, dragging you to the couch, you guys had had a few drinks that night, not too many so Hydes dad wouldn’t go bazerk.

Eric was still a little tipsy though, now that you thought about it, letting him drive everyone home wasn’t the best idea. He glided his lips up to yours, bringing you in to a soft kiss, you obviously kissed back, he wasn’t terribly drunk.

After a few minutes of making out you both quietly headed upstairs to his bedroom, you told him no funny business, you were too tired to let anything escalate. You sat down in front of a mirror you accidently left over at his house last week, taking out all the bunches of bobby pins Jackie put in your hair, it surprisingly stayed up all night.

He didn’t even try to get out of his Han costume, he instead walked over to you, you looked up at him and gave him a peck,

“I love you.”

Eric has alway been my go to for that 70s show boys, and he has like little to no fics, now that 90s show is pretty popular i decided to feed onto that, also how would yall feel about a Nate or Gwen Runck fic?

“I know.”

#that 70s show #eric forman #eric forman x reader #that 90s show #star wars #eric forman that 70s show #70s show #leia forman

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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Young American - Part 4

Happy Early Halloween! Developments have been made! I hope you guys like it!

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Y/N was kind of nervous for this party now that she’d been thinking about Harry a lot more than before. What if she got a little too drunk and said something stupid that made him uncomfortable? She had been pretty good at keeping him at a bit of a distance as she had told him she would; but if he continued being as sweet towards her as he had been it might prove harder than she thought. The annoying thing was that he wasn’t even flirting with her or behaving this way to convince her out of the boundary she had set! That was just his way of being, nice and charming to an inhuman amount. He was that way with everyone from what she could tell. Maybe he turned it on a bit more for her, but only because of how he had treated her before. It was evidently something that continued to concern and weigh on him quite a bit despite how many times she assured him that he was forgiven. The point was that actually spending time with him in a truly social setting was going to present an opportunity for her to see if maybe she could loosen the boundary a bit for the night and see a more trustworthy and caring side to him.

“Oh my god, you look so cute!” Julie squealed excitedly as Y/N stepped out of her aunt’s ensuite in her costume. It was just a slightly cropped, faded red muscle tank along some high waisted denim shorts. She was gonna wear her old, white vans. They were a little beat up, but they added to the vintage feel of the look.

“Do you even know who I’m supposed to be?” She asked her aunt who scoffed in offense.

“Are you kidding me?! I was 13 when Dirty Dancing came out. Trust me I wore Baby-inspired outfits all summer hoping to land a Patrick Swayze type!” She said and Y/N giggled.

“OK, just as long as you can tell a little. Do you have a black belt I can borrow?” She asked her aunt.

“Yes, but her belt was brown in that scene you’re dressed as.” Julie said and Y/N looked at her skeptically. “Trust me, I’d know.” She smiled and Y/N sniggered. “Are you going to curl your hair?”

“I’m lazy…” she said and her aunt rolled her eyes.

“It’ll make the look complete. I’ll even do it for you.” She offered.

“Fine. But we’re watching the movie just to settle the thing about the belt.” She smiled.

“Alright, go plug in the curler and get ready to get schooled.” Her aunt said and Y/N laughed as she went on and did that and then hurried off to retrieve her laptop and get into some comfy clothes for the time being. She would change before she left. So, she and her aunt chatted about how everything had been going at the shop while she did her hair and the film droned on in the background. Julie did not hesitate to rub it in her face when the scene her look came from came on and she was indeed wearing a brown belt.

Once it was time to go, Julie told her to be safe at the party and to call her if she needed a ride or anything and Y/N let her know that of course she would, she was intending on drinking so she was taking an uber there, but if she got too drunk she wouldn’t take one back alone. She kissed her aunt on the cheek and rushed out to catch her uber. She intended on arriving about an hour after the party started, just to make sure she wasn’t the first one there, but she still felt really tense and nervous for some reason. It’s gonna be fine. She kept saying to herself mentally.

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Harry was shocked when he arrived to Vy’s neighborhood, the homes were huge and the properties had significant distances between them. He knew that her husband was a producer for a record label so they must’ve been well off, but this was far more than he anticipated. He saw a little valet podium as he drove up to their gate and just stepped out and smiled at the older gentleman there.

“Good evening.” Harry said and the man returned the pleasantry and handed him a ticket number labeled 49. Already 49 cars here? Jesus. He thought to himself as he handed over his keys, “It’s manual.” He informed the man of his car and he nodded.

“OK, thank you for the heads up. Enjoy.” He smiled and followed the couple people that had just stepped out of their ride-share cars nearby.

As he came up to the end of their circular driveway he could see a fountain in the center with red-dyed water flowing from the spout up top. There were cobwebs and green, purple, and orange fairly lights lining the edges of the roof and the hedges on opposite ends of the front of the home were draped over with orange and purple fairy lights. There was a realistic Frankenstein figure to greet you at the door which was open for anyone to enter. As he walked in he saw that the lighting was very dimmed, giving the home a violet and red glow. Despite the darkness he could still makeup the maximalist decor of the home. The walls were dark and their wall lights were held up by some medieval looking sconces. He just followed the crowd pushing through the house until he finally came into an area with a sunken living room, again, everything was gothic and maximalist in style and there were plenty of very intensely costumed people lounging about. He was definitely underdressed.

The noise level was to a maximum with the music and chatter of the bodies around him. He then saw people heading out towards some big glass doors and when he finally made it out he was once again shocked at the decor out back and the intricate costumes people had adorned themselves in. He saw that there was a tent labeled “Food & Drinks” and headed that way and prepared himself a simple tequila on the rocks and proceeded to move to a less crowded spot right outside of the tent. He hoped he would find someone he knew on the dance floor (they had covered their pool and made it into a dance floor and the pool lights were changing color). He had yet to recognize anyone and pulled out his phone to text Rosa, but after about 15 minutes she hadn’t answered and when he tried her it would just ring out until he got her voicemail and he huffed.

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Y/N could not believe what she was seeing in Vy’s home. Everyone here seemed to be taking the festivities very seriously. She had run into her and hugged her when she arrived and she urged her to go grab a drink and then come find her. Vy had also said that she had not seen anyone else from the shop yet, but there were just so many people there that it was possible that they didn’t run into each other. Y/Ne decided she would hang out by the drinks tent for a bit as she would undoubtedly run into someone she knew eventually since Rosa seemed to have fallen off of the face of the earth. She prepared herself a simple mixed drink and headed out towards the less crowded side of the tent.

“Y/N?!” She barely heard over the music and chatter and turned towards the sound of her name and her face morphed into a smile as she saw Harry and headed over the short distance.

“Hi! It’s good to find someone I know!” She said loudly and he chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve been standing here for like twenty minutes. Already had 3 drinks because I thought you guys ditched me!” He disclosed and she giggled.

“Sorry, was just a little late. Have you seen Vy? She looks amazing!” She said and Harry shook his head.

“No, I haven’t seen anyone I know yet, well now you! But that’s all. Have you heard from Rosa?” He questioned.

“Nope!” She called back and she stepped back and took in his outfit. He was wearing plain black trousers and a practically transparent, sparkly pink blouse with a pussy bow, “What or who are you supposed to be?” She asked him.

“Mick Jagger!” He said as if it were obvious and she looked at him with a little bit of hesitation and he scoffed and pulled out his phone to show her the reference photo.

“I thought you were going to just repurpose something you had in your wardrobe?” She laughed softly.

“I did!” He exclaimed, “This is a shirt I genuinely own!” He chuckled and she squinted in some doubt.

“You just had that lying around?”

“Yeah!” He laughed, “You’d be surprised by my well curated wardrobe, Baby.” he grinned and she felt her entire body tense as he looked her over and she looked up at him completely drawn a blank. First, love and now baby? Harry then smiled at her, “That’s who you’re dressed as, right?” He asked her, “Baby from Dirty Dancing?” She felt like an idiot. Why would he just call her ‘baby’?

“Oh yeah, that’s me!” She nodded with a flustered smile now.

“OK. Just making sure.” He grinned, “Great film by the way. A top 5 for me for sure.” He stated and she grinned.

“Should we ummm, go play a game or something?”

“Ummm, yeah. Sure!” He agreed easily, “Lead the way to whatever you want to do first.” He said and she went on ahead.

Harry wanted her to lead for purely selfish reasons. He couldn’t help it as his eyes raked over her body in that outfit. It wasn’t anything crazy or elaborate, but the silhouette of it worked for her shape. The high-waisted shorts she had on were doing wonders for the shape of her bottom. And as his eyes traveled up he caught a tiny glimpse of the ink on her right side from where her top and shorts didn’t quite meet. Not only that, but she was wearing some perfume that was leaving a delicious scent in her wake and if they hadn’t already been going in the same direction, he’d probably still be trailing after her to get another whiff of it.

They finally came to another large and very well-lit tent in the spacious yard with several picnic tables with people sat there playing cards, Jenga, there were three beer pong tables, and then a few others scattered about where people were playing other drinking games.

“Anyone else up for Rage Cage?” They heard a loud masculine voice overtake the chatter in the area.

“Ooh me!” Y/N shouted back and signaled Harry over with her head before she hurried over to the group of strangers who cheered at their arrival. The guy in charge told the others to make space for her and Harry and that they were waiting for someone to bring over some of the punch to put in the cups.

“Y/N, how do you play this?” Harry asked her more quietly. He was crouched down so that he could reach her ear and she turned to him.

“Oh my god, sorry I didn’t even consider that! It’s easy though!” She assured and proceeded to explain the rules in as much detail as possible and concluded with a, “The loser has to chug the cup in the center which will be full. It’s super fun!” She said excitedly and he looked to her a little worried.

“Sounds complicated.” He admitted.

“It’s not, I promise. Once you see it happening you’ll catch on quickly.” She assured and he nodded, deciding to just trust her.

A few moments later someone came back with a pitcher of the green punch being served and put it in the cups and soon enough they started to play. There were about 10 of them in the game so nothing too crazy, but things just got intense when everyone started getting competitive and mischievous.

Harry was having a blast with the game, he was rather competitive is what she was gathering. Someone made it in one try and slid the cup over to him and then someone else made it in one go and slid the cup over to Y/N in an attempt to have her stack his cup. Her reaching across the table for the ping-pong ball distracted him for just a second, but it was long enough to have her make her ball into the cup and stack her cup over his and she laughed maniacally as he slid the two cups over with a huff and reached for a new one from the center and swallowed down the contents of the cup and then tried to make his ball in. Finally, he got it in and slid it over to his neighbor to let the game continue.

“I can’t believe you!” He laughed as they watched on as others hurriedly took their turns.

“It had to be done!” She laughed glancing at him before focusing back on the game.

The rest of the people started passing their cups strategically to create bigger stacks and it got to the point where there was a stack of four and another stack of six and there were very few cups left in the center and everyone was scrambling not to be the loser. It was all laughter and distractions to avoid being the person who was left with the full cup. It was coming around again and Y/N was scrambling not to be the one to get the last cup and after two bounces she made it into the large six stack and then passed the stack to Harry and just as he was about to bounce the ball the person with the other stack made it on the first go and just like that Harry lost the game. And everyone laughed and cheered and he groaned with a smile as Y/N reached for the full cup in the center and handed it to him.

“Drink up, Harry!” She smirked as everyone cheered and egged him on with chants of “Chug! Chug! Chug!” as he drank the punch swiftly and the group cheered for him as he finished up. He wiped at the corners of his mouth with his sleeve as he swallowed it down as everyone cheered for him for being a good sport.

They played a few more rounds of this, Harry got a lot better now that he got the rules, and they tapped out when they were both sufficiently tipsy and then made their way to the beer pong table that was empty to have a go at that. He was far more tipsy than she was, he was feeling warm and his lips were tingly already. He couldn’t stop biting into his bottom one as he tried with all his might to focus on the game at hand instead of how her boobs would bounce a bit when she’d jump in joy at making the ball into one of his cups after missing the first time.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” He laughed as he shook his head and fished the ball out of the cup and set it aside. She was beating him something awful.

“It’s not my fault you suck at this, Harry. Now take a drink.” She reminded and he did as he was told. He felt himself growing a bit more hazy with each drop of liquor he swallowed down.

“Look, I didn’t go to college or university so I have no experience with party games whatsoever.” He pointed out as he set his cup down and threw one ball and groaned in irritation when he missed. He then went for the second one and made it right in the center cup and he cheered, “Drink up.” He mocked and she giggled a she took a swig from her cup.

“By the way, that’s called the bitch cup because it’s the easiest one to make, if anything I should be making you drink!” She teased with a bright smile and he rolled his eyes.

She had made 5 cups and that was his first one of the game, so of course she had teased him about it. As they continued playing he did get the hang of it but still lost. Then he called for a re-match and he was doing decently in keeping up with her but he fell off towards the end. as all pouty because he lost.

“Damn, I am so rubbish at this…” he smiled a bit sadly as he looked over the table once more. “Didn’t even get one win.” He chuckled. Y/N thought it was sweet how he seemed so bummed about it. But she didn’t care about the wins or losses, she was just glad that she could have as much fun with him as she was having so far.

“Oh it’s fine, Harry. S’just a stupid game.” She consoled him, “C’mon, lets see what else there is to do.” She said with a smile and that just made everything better for him and they headed off to see what other wonders were at this party.

As they walked out of the tent they played the “Cha-Cha Slide” and he dragged her over to the dance floor to join in the group dance. They were all laughs and giggles as they attempted to keep up. Specially Harry who was well buzzed by now and towards the end there his mistakes were causing her to mess up and she just pulled him away from the dancing bodies by the hand before they could collide with anyone else.

“It’s not done yet!” He announced.

“No, no, no! We’re a public hazard, Harry!” She laughed as she clutched to his arm and he laughed along with her.

“You’re probably right.” He agreed with a dopey smile.

“I really have to pee!” She shouted over the music.

“OK, let’s find the bathroom!” He called back.

“OK, but first let’s get another drink in case there’s a long line and we just have to stand there!” She reasoned and that seemed logical enough to him. They headed over to the tent and made their drinks in a comfortable silence before slipping out of the side of the tent.

“Hey!” Vy greeted them with an obnoxiously large smile once she saw them looking around for the bathroom. “You having fun?” She asked them as she hugged Y/N into her side.

“Yeah! We played Rage Cage a few times and danced and-”

“Shit, you look so good!” Harry interrupted and complimented Vy. His inebriation causing a slight delay in his reaction and she laughed and forgot all about what she had asked them initially.

“Thanks you too!” She was a little more wasted than Harry was judging by her slightly slurred speech.

“Thanks.” Harry smiled, “It’s a sick party!” He said loudly.

“Good! Glad you guys are having fun!” She grinned.

“Where’s the bathroom though?” He asked and her face lit up.

“Follow me!” She announced and they walked behind Vy, slipping through the bodies as she led them through the house and finally up the stairs. It was quieter as they got up. They made a left and she guided them down a hall and then stopped at the door at the very end, “It’s the guest bedroom with an ensuite. No co-workers of mine will use the port-a-potties.” She explained as she dug through her dress’s pocket and then grabbed a little key. “We locked all the rooms as well, less mess.” She explained with a hazy grin.

“Oh I fucking bet.” Y/N giggled and she nodded as she opened it up.

“You just have to go up these little steps and it’s the door nearest to the balcony sliding doors. Please lock it when you leave?” Vy requested and Y/N nodded.

“I’ll wait for you here.” Harry assured and grabbed her drink and Y/N nodded and scurried up, they saw the lights come on in the room and then they heard a door close faintly.

“So you’ve been hanging out together all night?” Vy said with a grin and Harry smiled and shook his head at her suggestiveness

“It’s not like that.” He clarified.

“Oh please, you said you think she’s hot!” She teased him, pulling out the information he had told her once before.

“I told you that in confidence.” He reminded and she giggled, “Besides, she’s the only person I know here. Apart from you. So who else was I supposed to hang out with?” He asked a little dramatically. Going the extra mile to prove his point.

“Right, right…” she mumbled, “So do you have a crush on her?” Vy asked again with a smirk and he scoffed.

“Go host your party…” he said lightly pushing her towards the direction from where they came with his elbow as his hands were occupied with the drinks and she laughed.

“Getting rid of me so you can make your move? I get the hint!” She smirked as she backed up.

“Oh my god…” he said, feeling his face grow hot.

“Just don’t make a mess please. And find me later and we can all do shots!” She said excitedly as she turned to head down the staircase and Harry just smiled and shook his head. It was quiet for a few moments before he heard Y/N faintly call out to him.

“Oh my god, Harry! Come look!” She exclaimed and he started climbing the few steps up to the guest room.

“What is it?” He asked as he came into the room and set the drinks down before walking over to the glass doors leading to the balcony.

“There’s more after the yard!” She said and he pressed his forehead to the glass like her and they could faintly see a staircase near the games tent that went down to something.

“How fucking big is this place?” He mumbled quietly.

“Right, so fucking crazy.” She said as she pulled back from the doors, “So what should we do next? I overheard something about pumpkin carving.” She suggested with a smile.

“Don’t know if I have the agility for that right now.” He chuckled, “D’you mind if we just sit here for a minute? I’m old and need a break.” He mumbled as he plopped down on the large bed and she giggled as she turned to look at him.

“Yeah, alright. It’s nice to be able to hear too.” She admitted and he chuckled, “Want your drink?”

“Yes, please.” He said and she went over to the TV console where he had put them down and grabbed the cups before handing him one.

“Cheers.” He said extending his cup and she smiled as she clinked hers with his before they took a long drink. It was quiet for a bit as she stood there picking at her nails, “You can sit f’ya want. I don’t bite.” He hummed and she smiled and sat beside him and they sat in silencer a couple seconds.

“So…” she wondered allowed and he chuckled.

“You can’t stand the quiet can you?” He asked and she shook her head.

“I’m like shy when I’m first meeting people but I do enjoy hanging out and talking with people, but only people I like or feel comfortable around.” She explained and he smiled.

“Does that mean you like me now?” He grinned, his eyes were glassy and he looked like he was properly drunk now. But the earnest look in his glossy eyes just made her want to take care of him, not roll her eyes at him like she typically would.

“Don’t flatter yourself now, Styles.” She joked as she fluttered her gaze away and he laughed lightly.

“Yeah, I know.” He responded quietly, “You know, I still… feel really bad for how things happened with us.” He confessed as his smile faded and her eyes glanced up at him again. He was looking down at the drink in his hands now, looking so disappointed in himself, “And I mean, all this of me being nicer to you and all. I just want you to know that it’s not motivated by guilt at all. I mean, maybe at the very start, but now now.” He explained, brows furrowed as he just focused on the drink in his cup. “And you have to understand, I’m trying to be respectful of your wishes to not interact with you more than necessary. I truly am. But it’s hard because you’re…” he stopped and licked over his lips, “You’re really fucking cool.” He confessed and proceeded to roll his lips against each other as if he were frustrated with himself for just blurting that out and his eyes met his and her lips turned up in a grin, “Don’t patronize me.” He warned lowly and she shook her head.

“No, no I’m not.” She assured reaching for the hand that was on his knee. She was a touchy-feely person, so this wasn’t her escalating this and he knew that, but he still felt like he was burning as her warm hand rested over his, “I can be really rigid about things sometimes and say things that are so definitive and cold t-to protect myself. Sometimes, just in the heat of the moment I can get a little harsh, you know?” She asked and he nodded.

“Oh, I understand perfectly. I’m quite moody, f’you haven’t already noticed…I can get harsh without really meaning to as well.” He smiled and she giggled as she removed her hand from his and he already missed the warmth of her touch. Drunk him was also touchy and cuddly. He needed to make up for the lack of her warmth from her so he took another sip of his drink and slowly swallowed it down.

“You’re not so bad.” She shrugged and he smiled at her again.

“You mean it?” He asked.

“Yeah, I do.” She nodded and his smile melted away again.

“I don’t like that I disappointed you. When you…when you said that to be it hurt me.” Harry spoke lowly with a self-loathing scowl on his face.

That’s all he had done in London, disappoint his friends…his family…he needed a break from feeling so down and horrible about himself. He had left to get away from all of that. To get away from…from her. But it seemed that all the misery just followed along with him and all his baggage. The anger he continued to feel also came from his heartbreak…he was disappointed that after all the hurt she had caused him, he still missed her. How could he be so pathetic and stupid to miss the person who had quite literally torn him to absolute shreds? And then he took out his hurt, frustration, and anger out on someone as kind hearted and wonderful as Y/N. He hadn’t meant to but it was just the easy thing to do. When he saw her that first day, the softness in her eyes was absolutely arresting. He thought she was so beautiful and just so…unattainable because she was so good. He didn’t deserve someone that good, he wasn’t worthy of it. And the reminder alone was enough to continue feeding the disdain he felt towards her. His eyes were brewing with sadness and there was a lost and distant look in them, it stirred up compassion in her heart for him.

“Harry,” she said to him, her voice calling him out of his own head, “look at me. You’ve more than made it up for it. I swear it.” She reassured him and he looked into her eyes for confirmation, “I promise.” She reassured, “I would’ve told Auree that I didn’t want to keep working with you if I was still upset at you, no?” She asked him, beckoning for him to see logic right now and he nodded after a moment and just continued looking at her as the silence took over.

The sounds from the music outside were muffled by the walls and glass door of the room they were in but they could still hear all the commotion and fun being had out there, it made them feel like they were in another plane of existence right now. There was a tension brewing between them that they both were simultaneously curios and wary of. He recognized and was grateful that the kindness in her eyes wasn’t born of pity. He trusted her though with all of this…specially after tonight as she had treated him like a friend.

“Can I tell you something else?” He asked and she nodded once. Harry sighed and looked away for a moment before looking back into her eyes, “That night at the sushi restaurant?” He brought up again and she nodded, indicating he go on, “I got stood up. I was trying to leave before you came back from the bathroom, but you caught up to me and I was…mortified. I thought I was going to cry.” He admitted with a frown.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I figured it was something like that.” She said gently.

“Why did you invite me to eat with you guys?” He asked her and she shrugged.

“I-I just didn’t like the idea of you having to be alone after something like that happened to you.” She said simply. He chuckled to himself at her response.

“Even after I was a prick to you?”

“Hey, you had already apologized. And besides, even if you hadn’t I probably would’ve asked you over anyway, no one deserves to feel that way, don’t you think?” She asked, looking deep in his eyes awaiting a response. The more he got to know her the more he wanted to delve deep and get lost in everything she was. But what if he ruined her? He was so out of touch with the good parts of him. Yes, he was finding that side of him again, but he was damaged goods.

“You were right that night in the car park. You do deserve better.” He said softly between them and she glanced down timidly and tutted, “Don’t tut at me.” He said as he grabbed her chin and angled her up to look at him again and he met her gaze with a smile.

The way he was holding her chin so gently, it made her feel things in her chest. Her heart was racing and her mouth suddenly went dry. She knew there was food inside of him, she’d seen it peeking through a couple of times, she believed in him. Specially now, as he bore some of his truths to her, showed his vulnerability. It made her go even softer for him and for her walls to begin to crumble. He was just so beautiful to look at and the genuineness in his eyes weakened her in the best way. Maybe it was the alcohol and her long dry-spell, but it still made her nervous and giddy as their eyes flickered over each others. Maybe she was an idiot for liking him after everything he’d shown her of himself, but how could she help it? Especially when he gave her another meek smile before letting her go.

He looked away nervously, almost as if he had realized that he had been doing something wrong. Was it wrong of him to touch her like that? Because it didn’t feel wrong; it felt nice. Natural. Almost familiar. He did catch it when she stole a glance of his lips before taking another drink. But instead of honing in on it and letting that detail fog up his brain, he did the same as her and gulped down a bit of his mixed tequila drink.

“Do you wanna go back down to the party?” He asked quietly.

“No, it’s nice being up here.” She said and he hummed, really happy to hear her say that, “Should I go get us more drinks?” She asked and he nodded, “OK, I’ll be back in a few.” She said as she stood from the bed and headed out.

It was good she was gone because it gave Harry a few moments to clear his head as to not act impulsively; it wouldn’t be a good idea to get any more involved with Y/N. He wasn’t good for her and on top of that, it just wasn’t professional; he was training her. If he did anything to hurt her it would ruin everything. Besides, she probably was already involved with someone. She was extraordinary, there was no way anyone would have passed her up.

Harry was a little more drunk than he wanted to be when having that conversation with her and maybe drinking more was not a great idea, but it was helping him live down the secondhand embarrassment he felt from how desperate he was to get her to want to at least be friends with him all the while she seemed to be completely un-phased and unaware of the hints he was throwing despite how compassionate she was towards him. He went to the bathroom and while he was in there splashed some cold water on his face, but it didn’t do much. When he emerged Y/N was heading into the room with a whole bottle of tequila and a lemon flavored Perrier.

“You were just drinking tequila and soda water, right?” She asked and he nodded.

“Jesus, yeah.” He chuckled as he walked back towards the bed but he kicked off his shoes and laid down, propped up against all of the pillows and she smiled.

“Already tired?” She teased.

“A bit.” He confessed through a breathy laugh.

“Should we watch a movie?” She asked him as she also slipped out of her shoes and came to the other side of the bed with the remote tucked near her armpit.

“Yeah. Let me see that.” He said reaching his hand out for the remote and she put down the bottle of tequila and Perrier before she handed the remote over. Then she hurried to turn off the lights and then hurried back to climb onto the bed. He started browsing through the movie selection on Netflix, “Oh! They have Steel Magnolias!” He exclaimed with excitement and Y/N giggled.

“Really?” She questioned.

“It’s a good film.” He defended, “Oh, this one’s a classic. We can play a drinking game I can probably win.” He said as he pulled up When Harry Met Sally and she sniggered,“Every time one of them gets upset we drink.” He said and she giggled.

“Should be good because I’ve never seen this one so it’ll be a surprise.” She admitted and Harry was shocked and was going on about how this was a classic. And well, there was a lot of the characters getting upset. After about 15 minutes they were on their fourth sip. Y/N had been taking half sips to begin with, but after the fourth one she just started faking the sips. Maybe she wasn’t playing fair, but she wouldn’t take an uber home while under the influence and she could look after Harry if needed, which she was sure would be required of her since he was wasted to say the least. She giggled when the characters bickered on the screen and he reached for the bottle yet again.

“I think you’ve had quite enough there.” She said taking it from his hands and he huffed, like a whiny child.

“But they argued.” He grumbled drunkenly and she smiled at him.

“I know, but you’ve had way too much to drink at this point. It’s nearly 1:30am! I think s’time to go.” She announced with a giggle.

“Fuck, really?” He pouted as he turned his body towards hers. He was laying on his side now and he was getting a bit drowsy in this comfortable bed. She saw his tired eyes staring at her and blinking a bit slowly and she giggled again and he smiled and just closed his eyes, “What?” He asked.

“Yep, time to go.” She repeated as she rolled over for a moment to switch on the bedside lamp and Harry groaned and buried his face into the pillows to shield himself from the light and she giggled at his antics.

“Guess I’m not gonna-” he was interrupted by a hiccup, “-make it to 6:30 pilates.” He whined lowly, his words muffled by the pillows and she grinned. She was about to ask him how he planned on getting home when he looked up at her, “Hey Y/N, we’ve ‘ad fun tonight right? Like you‘ad fun with me?” He asked with hazy eyes and slurred words.

“Yeah. I had a lot of fun with you.” She agreed with a placid and genuine smile.

“An’you still don’wanna be friends with me?” He asked meekly, the sadness was still swimming in his eyes. And she bit her lip to suppress her smile, he was just a big old softie is what she concluded after their night together. The cold and aloof persona he wore so well wasn’t at all his natural way of being, it was just a facade.

“Is that really what you’re thinking about right now?” She asked and he nodded. It melted her heart to see his big, glossy green eyes staring right at her expectantly.

“Been thinking about it all night.” He admitted softly and then hiccuped which made her laugh at him in endearment as she reached her hand out to brush his messy curls from his forehead.

“I think we are friends. Maybe even have been for a little while already.” She said softly and he smiled so wide his eyes crinkled and his dimples carved deep into the sides of his mouth, “God, you’re so stinkin’ cute.” She pinched his cheek and he blushed bashfully and nuzzled his face into the pillows again as he groaned, which again made her laugh. “So, how did you get here? Do you want me to call someone or we can share an uber.” She suggested.

“I drove m’car.” He hummed tiredly.

“Oh…then maybe we should share an uber.” She said as she fished her phone out of her bag pocket.

“No, you seem to be sober-er. You drive.” He suggested, clearly he was drunk.

“You drive a classic Ferrari, Harry. No way! You wouldn’t be saying that sober, that’s for sure!” She scoffed through her laugh of disbelief.

“It’s just a car, which I don’t want to leave here.” He hiccuped again and she giggled quietly, “Besides, I trust you.” He said as seriously as he could, but his eyes kept closing. The light was clearly bugging him. She sighed in some uncertainty as she watched him for a few seconds and his eyes fluttered open to look into hers again, “I swear I trust you.”

“I don’t know, Harry…”

“Can you drive stick?” He asked with a grin.

“Yeah.” She confirmed. Of course she could! She grew up in central California and her first driving lesson occurred when she was just 12 years old. Her dad and uncle had taken her, her brother, and cousins off-roading, like they often did. Since it was open space they decided to teach her how to drive the old truck after she begged and begged. She got the hang of it impressively fast, or at least that’s what her dad had told her when they got home that night. It was also the one thing she and her brother had a rivalry over, he just never got the hang of it.

“Then I don’t see a problem.” He concluded. He was so fucking drunk… she thought to herself. Regardless she sighed.

“Are you positive?” She asked him and he nodded again.

“Yeah, wanna go home.” He huffed.

“Alright, let’s get going then.” She said and he nodded.

Harry went to the bathroom before she helped him down the stairs to the hallway, locked the door of the guest room. She then helped him down the main staircase and through the home, down the driveway, and outside until they were waiting on the Y/Net to bring his car around. Harry kept humming to the loud music still playing from the party and was rambling about barely comprehensible things as they waited and finally his car was coming to a slow stop before them. The Y/Net kindly helped her get him in the car.

“I’m gonna buckle you up, OK?” She said and he hummed, his heavy eyes were blinking slowly, fighting to stay open. Once she heard the click of the seatbelt she pulled back to grab her phone from her back pocket. “Harry, I need you to put in your address for me, OK?” She asked as she handed him the phone and he nodded and grabbed it feebly as she closed the door and started walking around to the driver’s side.

“Thank you so much for your help.” she said to the Y/Net and he assured her it was no problem as he opened up the driver’s side door for her and then closed it behind her. She settled into the seat, adjust things to reach them better and then buckled up. When she glanced over to Harry she sighed, he was now passed out, head slumped against the window. He had typed out nothing and so she nervously shifted the car into ‘drive’ and made her way to her home.

Harry was passed out the entire drive and even she parked the car in her aunt’s driveway, there was no sign of him waking up. She decided to first open up the house and set her things down in her room before helping him out. The house was completely dark so on her way back out she just flicked on a small lamp at the entrance to help her be able to guide Harry through without any issues. She hurried out and immediately shiveredas she went around to his side. She carefully opened up the door and caught his head before it harshly rolled down and hurt his neck. He grumbled at the cool breeze now and she sighed with a smile, mentally deciding how to wake him up. She let the fingers holding his head scratch gently against his scalp and brought her other hand to his cheek, where she lightly patted at him before grazing her thumb over the apple of his cheek. His bone structure was envious. She concluded mentally as she inspected him from up close.

“Harry.” She called gently, “We’re home.” She said and he huffed and leaned into her hand that was scratching at his head. This was the opposite of what she needed so she stopped and just did what her other hand was doing, “Harry!” She laughed quietly and just ran her hands up to his eyebrows and used her thumbs to pull them up and slightly open his eyes and he frowned. “There we go.” She said quietly.

“Stop it.” He puffed out.

“Harry, hon.” She giggled, “I can’t, need to get you inside.” She said and he groaned, “C’mon. Don’t you prefer to be comfy in a big, warm bed?” She asked, trying to entice him.

“OK.” He sighed tiredly.

“Know it’s hard but just open those pretty eyes of yours for me.” She encouraged him and after a few seconds of him scrunching them closed tightly he blinked them open a few times as his hazy vision tried to focus in on her. It was dark and cold, his shirt though long-sleeved was sheer and did absolutely nothing to keep him warm and he started to shiver, “Unbuckle yourself for me and we’ll get inside. S’nice and warm inside.” She assured and he did just that.

Y/N helped pull him to a stand but he was far more drunk than he had been in a while, so even when she propped him up against the car for support, his legs felt so heavy beneath him and he started to tip too far to one side and she hurriedly hugged around his waist as she laughed into his chest. Her warm puffs of air felt delightful in comparison to the cold air of the night. He brought his heavy arms around her smaller frame and hugged tight around her shoulders as they caught their breaths from the small scare for a moment.

“You smell so fucking good…” he mumbled, breaking the silence, as he laid his cheek on her head and she smiled as she felt her face warming up from the inside out as she blushed.

“Yeah?” She asked softly and he hummed.

“Would swim in whatever it is f’I could.” He muttered, speech still slurred, probably with inebriation and sleep now, but it still made her chest tighten and her tummy flutter and tingle in a delightful and addictive way.

“You can keep holding onto me but I need to shut the door, OK?”

“M’kay.” He hummed and she turned around as his hands smoothed down from her shoulders to her waist.

The action made her heart pound erratically in the confines of her chest. Her skin broke out with little goosebumps as his huge, warm palms smoothed at her sides for a moment before sliding to the front of her. Her breath got caught in her throat thinking that he would try something, but he just interlocked his fingers together to keep his hands in place around her torso. She could feel he was swaying a bit, probably struggling to stand still in his state. She locked his door manually and shut it and she gave him a warning before she started to walk to the front door. He was glued to the back of her and his hands were still interlocked around her waist. Y/N spared a little glance back at him and saw that his eyes were closed as he walked, clutching tight to her. Looks like he did trust her.

“We’re going up some steps, OK?”

“Kay.” He whispered.

Soon they made it inside and she quietly shut and locked the front door before guiding him down a hall and into the bathroom. She switched on the light and closed the toilet lid and sat him down and he didn’t let go of her just yet.

“Need to get you a toothbrush.” She said to him.

“Mine is the yellow one.” He mumbled and she smiled, she was not about to try and explain to him that they were not at his house.

“OK.” She hummed and he let her go and she crouched down to the cabinet under the faucet where they kept some spares and she grabbed him one and opened it up for him and put some toothpaste on it, “Can you do it yourself?” She asked and he nodded slowly, “OK, gonna grab you some water, aspirin, and put something out for you to change into, OK?”

“Kay.” He hummed before lazily putting the toothbrush in his mouth and she left to do what she had just said. When she came back to check on him he was washing some face wash suds off of his face. How cute. She handed him the towel with a giggle as he felt around for it blindly.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

“Sorry, I just needed to wash my face. S’an essential part of my routine.” He mumbled as he patted the towel over his face.

“I feel you. Well there’s also moisturizer so have at it.” She informed and he hummed, “I’m gonna get changed, but I left a t-shirt on the bed for you and some sweats f’you want to use ‘em. Do you feel a little more sober at least?”

“No.” He chuckled as he dotted the moisturizer over his face and she grinned.

“OK, well it’s just that room across the hall.” He nodded and she headed over and slightly closed the door, leaving it ajar, as she changed quickly and tossed her clothes into her dirty hamper.

She then started to grab some extra blankets from top shelf of her closet and set up a little area for herself on the floor. She was turning down the bed for him when he just burst into the dimly lit room. She jumped at the slight scare at first but then giggled, his body was still too heavy for him.

“M’so sorry.” He slurred as he stumbled in and she smiled.

“It’s OK.” She assured, “Get changed.”

“Where are you going?” He asked as she headed to the door.

“Gotta wash up too.” She said as she headed out to the bathroom.

Harry stripped off his shirt and trousers, opting not to put on the sweats put pulling on the baggy tie-dye shirt with unicorns on it before sliding under the warm covers and immediately moaning in happiness as his body melted into what seemed to be the most comfortable cloud that had ever been created. As he nuzzled into the pillow he was engulfed in that delicious scent that accompanied her and he smiled as he imagined that he was burying his face into her hair.

When Y/N came back she tried to be as quiet as possible and flicked off the lamp in the bedroom as she stepped over to the little bed she had made herself on the ground. She was just about to lay down when he spoke up into the darkness.

“Where’d you go?” He whispered and she reached her hand up to the bed and patted at it.

“M’down here.” She informed him and her eyes widened when his hand found hers and smoothed over it, the silence taking over again for a few seconds.

“Can you come up here?” He asked in a small voice and it fell silent again, “It’s hard for me to fall asleep in new places.” He added on quietly and she frowned upon hearing this. Her mind went to the thought of how he’d been doing the past four months in a new home, a new country, all alone…maybe he hadn’t been sleeping well at all.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“Yes.”

Without any other hesitation she grabbed her pillow and set it on the bed before climbing in and he scooted over to make space but turned towards her as she stayed on her back, feeling a little bit stiff. Harry made no move to touch her or get closer, but his breathing did start to slow and even out. She was fighting the urge to pull him in or to lightly tickle his arm or chest to lull him to sleep and that’s how she ended up dozing off, warring with herself on whether she should stay put or not.

*********

When Y/N woke up it was because she felt like she couldn’t take a proper breath. She tried to roll over but she couldn’t move and she blinked her eyes open she realized that she was wrapped up tight in Harry’s arms and her face was nuzzled right into his chest. Their legs were tangled together and as she moved a bit closer she felt him stir and one of his legs moved up and down along hers. His breathing pattern changed, meaning he was awake now, but he made no move to release her.

“Sorry, you’re really warm. Want me to let go?” He croaked out in a deep and velvety voice. She bit her lip as she felt the sound somehow travel from her ears down through her chest and settle at her core. It made her tingle and want to melt into him.

“It’s OK.” She assured and he hummed, “Are you feeling OK?”

“My head just hurts a little bit.” He shared as he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“Want me to get you another aspirin?”

“Yeah, in just a minute though.” He hummed as he nuzzled against the pillow again.

She could slightly feel him plumped up and hard against her lower tummy and it made her mind swim with anxiety and excitement, but he made no move to escalate this from just a cuddle or to move their bottom halves closer together. It made her feel even more mushy over him. He was quite the gentleman and maybe he would never want to talk about how soft and cute he was last night but she would hold their interactions very near and dear to her heart.

Speaking of heart, his was thumping a little bit fast, much like hers. She wanted to stay like this forever. She started giving in to her sleepiness again when suddenly her door flew open.

“Morning ya’ little party animal! I’m making- Oh my god!” Her aunt brought her hands over her eyes once she saw Y/N and Harry were tangled together in her bed.

Harry stiffened up but Y/N’s body shook with laughter against his as she tried to push herself up to sit. He quickly let her go and she sat up with a toothy grin.

“Relax, we’re fully clothed!” Y/N announced and her aunt Julie split her fingers a bit to make sure the coast was clear and upon confirming this she removed her hands altogether.

“Sorry, for bursting in. If I’d known you had company I would’ve knocked.” She assured.

“It’s fine, it’s not like that. We’re just friends. We just merged a bit over the night.” She said and Harry sat up now as well offering a bashful smile to the woman, “This is Harry, from the shop. That’s my aunt Julie.” She introduced them.

“Oh! We spoke on the phone!” She said with an excited smile and he nodded.

“Right.” He confirmed, “It’s nice to meet you.” He said, still wearing a bashful smile.

“Yeah, you too.” She agreed and then looked around the room. She saw that there was a little makeshift bed on the ground, but she would dig into that later when Harry was gone, “What time did you guys get in?”

“Like 2:30?”

“Oh god.” She scowled and Y/N giggled.

“It was really fun though.” Y/N said and looked to Harry who nodded as he smiled back at her in confirmation.

“Glad to hear you had a great time. I was just about to put on some coffee and make some breakfast. Want to join us, Harry?” Julie asked and he looked to Y/N to see if it was OK and she smiled at him and shrugged, allowing him to decide for himself.

“Ummm, if that’s alright with you, yeah.” He accepted and Julie nodded.

“Great! It was just going to be fruit and yogurt bowls, but if you guys are hungover I can make some eggs instead.” She offered.

“What do you prefer?” Y/N asked Harry quietly.

“The fruit bowl actually sounds perfect.” He said and Julie nodded.

“Cool, any allergies?”

“Nope.” He smiled and she nodded and left, shutting the door behind her, “She’s cool.” Harry said quietly and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, she’s the best.” She agreed with Harry and as she looked at him he nibbled on his lip for a moment.

“Thanks for bringing me over.”

“Do you regret letting me drive your car?” She grinned and he sniggered and shook his head.

“No. I told you, I trust you.” He assured and she smiled and glanced down at her lap, “Sorry if I was a handful or obnoxious yesterday. I know I was very loose lipped with you, so sorry if I unloaded too much at once. I ummm, hadn’t actually had any alcohol since I arrived in LA, so it was a bit much for me.” He explained and apologized and she shook her head.

“You weren’t obnoxious at all. You’re a sweet drunk, it’s very endearing.” She assured with a giggle and his face went all pink, “And Harry?”

“Yeah?” He asked quietly.

“You seemed very concerned with hurting my feelings before-”

“I am concerned over it! I feel so bad about it and-”

“Well I forgave you for that. You know that. Which is why I bring it up now. I mean, we’re friends, right?” He nodded with a smile, “If I’m ever upset at you about anything I wouldn’t leave you guessing or hunting for clues, I would talk to you about it.” She assured, “So stop beating yourself up over the past, please?” She asked and his eyes just focused deeply on hers as he nodded.

“Yeah, OK.” He agreed and she smiled.

“Good. Now, would you like to have a shower?”

“Yes, please.” He chuckled.

With that she got out of bed and brought him a fresh towel and let him know that he could use whatever he wanted in there and left him be. After about 15 minutes he came back to the room all tidied up and put his trousers on from the night before but stayed in the t-shirt she had loaned him. Just then Y/N also came back into the room with a towel turban on her head and wearing a different loose t-shirt and some shorts.

“Y/N, can I borrow your shirt? Not sure if I want your aunt to see my nipples yet.” He said and she laughed loudly, throwing her head back, making him snigger.

“Yeah, of course!” She bit her lip to reel back her smile a bit.

“Thanks.” He chuckled.

“Of course.” She grinned.

They ate and chatted comfortably, Julie was so sweet and friendly with him. She and Y/N seemed to be cut from the same cloth; not just because they were family, but something about them was similar and special and it brought an air of affection and comfort. Harry was easily being drawn in by it and could see himself missing the feeling just hours after he left her place. Being the polite man his mother raised him to be, he helped clean everything up and thanked them profusely for their hospitality before Y/N walked him out to his car.

“Thank you again for looking after me.” Harry said to her.

“It was no problem.” She assured him.

“Alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked and she nodded, “Alright.” He said without moving and then glanced at the ground.

“Why are you being awkward?” She laughed and he glanced up at her timidly, his dimples carved into his cheeks.

“I wasn’t sure how I would go about giving you a hug and then somehow froze along the way.” He admitted and she giggled.

“Same principle as when you’re nervous about kissing someone, you just go for it.” She said and he chuckled and just came up to her and hugged around her shoulders and squeezed her just a bit.

“Thank you. I had a lot of fun with you.” He mumbled against the top of her head and she smiled as she was nuzzled against the base of his neck. She squeezed a little around his torso as well, reciprocating his affection in their embrace.

“I had fun too.” She agreed quietly and he just held her for a bit longer than necessary before he got in his car. Y/N waited outside for him to get settled in the car and then waved him off as he drove away. As soon as she got inside her aunt was standing there with a big grin on her face, “What?” Y/N asked.

“Tell me everything.” Julie demanded with a giddy smile.

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berylgrace · 1 year

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won't find out until we grow (percabeth drabble)

i don't care that it's not halloween. shut up and let me be me

"Are you ready yet? Hurry up!"

Annabeth turned back to the mirror, satisfied with the precision of her eyeliner and dabbing a few final touches underneath. Everyone claimed girls took forever to get ready, but whoever had originally said that clearly hadn't met Percy, who had been in the bedroom for far too long. They were going to be late if they didn't leave in the next ten minutes, and the last time they were late, they'd endured hours of ridicule from their idiot friends, speculating on the reasons why.

Percy's voice emerged from behind the door, sounding extremely perturbed. "Annabeth... what is this?"

"Your costume!" She shouted back. "Come on, put it on already!"

"It's so ugly. This pattern is making my eyes bleed."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, fashionista. This is what people wore before they had Thrasher hoodies and sweatpants, alright?"

It went quiet; presumably, he knew she'd won, and had given up and started getting dressed. She stepped back to get a better view of herself in the mirror, smoothing out her long, dark hair so it lay flat. Then Percy spoke up again, this time even less certain than before.

"...Even the mustache?"

"Especially the mustache," She insisted, double checking her purse. "No one will know who you are without it."

"I don't even know who this is!"

"He was big in the seventies!" She called out. "Now come on!"

He paused. "Is that... tell me that's not a wig."

Annabeth grinned, glad he couldn't see her. "Well, I didn't think you'd be up for growing your hair out. I'm wearing one too, what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is, you look stunning and I look like I should be in jail."

She stifled her laugh behind her fist. "Then it's right. Look, we have to nail this because I am not losing this costume contest to Hazel for the second year in a row. Piper let me know what she's doing, and we don't have a chance in hell unless we commit."

Percy went quiet. "What's she doing?"

"Annie."

"Fuck it," She heard him curse from the other room, "She's capitalising on how cute she is. She's an evil genius. Okay, I'll do it. We have to beat her."

"Thank you." Annabeth shot a quick text into the groupchat, letting everyone know they'd be leaving shortly. "And hey, if you're up for karaoke, we can score extra points with this one duet. Just trust me."

"I always trust you," He grumbled, "That's the problem. Alright. Don't laugh."

The bedroom door swung open. Annabeth bit her lip, hard.

It was better than she'd expected. The bell bottoms, the garish shirt, the pageboy haircut and fake mustache, and better still, Percy's unimpressed expression. A lesser person would've been intimidated, but Annabeth knew better than to buy into his looks - the fact that she'd gotten him into the costume in the first place was proof enough that he couldn't fight her on it.

He joined her by the mirror, sulking even as he wrapped an arm around her exposed waist. She beamed and posed, appraising them as a couple. True to character, almost her entire midriff was bare, with bright colours and stripes leading down to flared trousers that made her legs look a mile long. The long, dark, straight wig was the exact opposite of her natural hair, which she'd braided back and tucked into a low bun as best as she could, but she kinda liked it. The retro makeup she'd been practising certainly helped, and sure, she'd got the better end of the deal - Cher had been a fashion icon ever since she'd walked into Studio City - but in her opinion, Percy made an excellent Sonny.

"Well?"

Percy blinked. "The longer I look, the more I start to like it. Get me away from this mirror."

She laughed. "We look amazing! We have to take a pic for your mom."

"What? No." Percy looked horrified.

"I already promised! Look, smile!"

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"Alright, alright," Percy's voice echoed through the room, the cheap micropphone giving it a tinny, muffled quality. "You guys are all sadists for enjoying this, so as a thank you for voting me and Annabeth the best costume of the night, we are now going to assault your ears with the cheesiest duet known to man."

"THAT'S MY BOY!" Jason yelled.

"YEAH, GET IT PERCY!" Frank added.

He slipped an arm around Annabeth's waist. "You know, Paul loves this song."

She kissed his cheek. "I know. Piper's recording it for him."

Percy blanched. "What? No!"

"Too late!" Annabeth beamed. "They say we're young and we don't know..."

#enjoy xoxo #my writing #percabeth #couldn't get this idea out of my head. it's just so me #also my dream costume idc

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homomenhommes · 4 months

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STORY: Ups And Downs 30

Twins

The next two weeks passed rapidly. When I wasn’t handling my own duties, I was helping Kim with preparations for the big Halloween bash, and whenever I could catch a few minutes, I worked on sketches to send to Mr. Youngblood at the Leslie-Lohman Museum in New York City.

During one of our early visits to Mo’s Urban Grill, Rafael had introduced me to a couple of his friends Mick and Devon, and asked them to help me pick out a costume for the party, and they happily obliged. They took me to a costume shop where we all tried on several costumes, a process that involved considerable groping, which was just a prelude to the evening’s main event. When we got back to the house, Pete, the now-deflowered virgin, joined us in a mind-blowing foursome, and it wasn’t just minds that got blown. For a guy who had sworn he would never take it up the rear, Pete had an ass with an insatiable appetite, and Mick, Devon, and I were more than eager to please him.

The night of the Halloween party Mr. Block had hired several of the college students who made the estate their second home to serve as parking valets, bus boys, bartenders, and in other capacities. My job was just to mill around making sure that everyone was happy and taken care of.

As soon as I descended the stairs in my cowboy costume, Mick and Devon rushed over in what seemed like a panic. “What the fuck are you doing dude?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“This is all wrong, bro,” said Devon as he grabbed my arm and pulled me back upstairs and into my room. “Take it off,” he commanded. “All of it.”

When I stammered asking what the problem was, they just jumped in and started disrobing me. “Guys,” I said, “I’m flattered, but I really can’t do this right now. I’m on duty tonight.”

“This ain’t about that,” said Mick. “This is about being dressed properly for the occasion.”

I wasn’t sure what “properly” meant since Devon was dressed in a Scottish kilt and almost nothing else, and Mick wore a gladiator costume with his crotch covered only with a tattered rag that flapped as he walked, exposing his warrior assets.

Once they had stripped me completely naked, they began to reassemble the costume: a brown leather jock strap with a zipper in front, pulled almost halfway down. Chaps with no pants. A suede vest unbuttoned with no shirt underneath, just my bare chest. Hat and boots, of course, and a gun belt and holster, but instead of a gun, the holster held a huge black dildo. A blue handkerchief not tied around my neck, but tucked into the back of my chaps, signaling that I was ready to play. “The final touch,” proclaimed Mick as he pulled out a sheriff’s badge from his pocket and attached it not to the vest, but to the strap of the brown leather jock.

“I don’t know about this, guys,” I demurred.

“Well, we do know,” replied Devon. “We’ve been to several of these, and trust us. This is the way to dress.”

Once we sashayed back downstairs, I could see that they were right. Nearly every guest who had arrived was wearing a very revealing costume. Many were dressed as super heroes or other macho types: lumberjacks, firemen, soldiers, cops, etc., but always with alterations in the most conspicuous places. It was a veritable feast of masculinity. At least my dick was not exposed like so many of the guests—except when some adventurous guy would reach inside my jock and pull my dick out.

Ron and Kim were similarly dressed. As the chef, Kim wore an apron, but it was transparent except for a little lettering that read, “My meat is very succulent.” Being the primary housekeeper, Ron wore an outfit that consisted only of a black bow tie, white cuffs with black cufflinks, and very skimpy briefs designed to suggest a tux. He looked more like a Chippendale than a housekeeper.

I spotted Zac, the piano-playing hottie I had fucked in the limo, standing next to the baby grand in his Dracula costume. Actually, it was just a black cape and fangs, nothing more, and he looked fucking hot. Mr. Block had hired him to entertain the guests. “Zac!” I yelled as I ran over to hug him.

“Well, thanks, dude. I appreciate the hug,” he said, “but I’m not Zac.”

I slapped him lightly across his arm and laughed off the joke until I realized that he wasn’t kidding. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice behind me and turned to see an exact double of Zac dressed as Liberace, albeit a very macho Liberace. I quickly learned that the guy behind me was the real Zac and the one in the cape was his twin brother, Jack.

“Hey,” Jack said to his twin brother. “Is this the stud you were telling me about, the one in the limo? I can see why you were so turned on,” added Jack as he reached under my open vest to rub my pecs and pinch my nipples.

“Oooh,” I purred. “I’ve never done it with twins before.”

“We have,” laughed the duo.

My mind spun into an erotic cyclone as I imagined two sets of twins in a foursome. Holy fuck!

“I have to do what Mr. Block hired me to do,” said Zac as he sat down at the piano and began to play a medley of ghostly songs, including music from the “Rocky Horror Picture Show” and “Phantom of the Opera,” oldies such as the theme from “The Addams Family” and “Monster Mash,” and dark classics from Shastakovich. He really was quite an accomplished pianist and entertainer, keeping the guests entertained all evening.

“We don’t have to wait for Zac,” said his eager twin brother Jack as he unzipped my jock strap and ran a finger through the slit, teasing my cock as he pretended to bite my neck.

“I’m very tempted,” I assured him, “but like Jack, I do have to work tonight. A rain check?” I asked, but before I could get Jack’s reply, I spotted something that had me trying to race through the growing crowd to get to the front door.

Dressed in only a pair of bulging boxer briefs and slippers, Woody was escorting someone to the exit. It was Tyler, the blond-haired, blue-eyed Adonis who had led my initiation on my first night at the Block estate. Amid the shuffling and shoving of the costumed guests, I tried to deny what I was seeing, but it was unmistakable. Both men appeared quite disheveled, Woody combing his hair out of his eyes with his fingers and Tyler struggling to button up his Levi’s and fasten his belt while hobbling on one foot as if he hadn’t quite gotten one shoe on fully. Then, I saw Tyler give Woody a kiss before he rushed off. By the time I got to the door, Tyler had already left the house and was driving away.

“Tyler.…” I said to Woody. “Where’s he going?”

“He had to fly back to San Francisco. He just came down to drop off some papers for Mr. Block to review.”

“He’s not coming back for the party?” I asked dejectedly.

“Afraid not,” sighed Woody. “Well, I’ve gotta run get dressed,” Woody asserted.

“That’s not your costume?” I asked half jokingly.

“Funny,” said Woody. “Very funny. Now go look after our guests while I get dressed.”

Woody and Tyler—the two men I had crushes on. It was ridiculous, I know. Woody had never shown the least bit of interest in me…not that way at least. And Tyler…I barely knew him. Actually, I didn’t know him at all except for that pounding he gave me that one night. Still, I could not deny the twinge of jealousy I felt. Problem is, I didn’t know if I was more jealous of Tyler or Woody. At that moment, I just wanted to fuck the shit out of somebody...anybody. I was so tempted to grab Jack and fuck him right there on the floor next to the piano, but I knew that wouldn’t really purge these counterproductive feelings.

If I had fucked Jack in the middle of the ballroom, I would not have been alone. The party had barely started, and men were already going at it left and right, inside the house and beside the pool and God knows where else. More than a few groped me and tried to get inside my jock strap. I was so tempted, but I had to remind myself that I was on duty that night, and my duties did not involve having sex with the guests.

And Jack didn’t need my dick anyway. He was doing just fine without it. There was no shortage of guests angling to tickle his fangs and drive their stakes into him.

I expected Mr. Block to enter the room dressed as William Shakespeare or Leonardo da Vinci, but he surprised me when he appeared as a hobo. On the one hand, it seemed silly since everyone knew he was loaded, but on the other hand, it was very fitting because he was a modest man, not given to ostentatious show.

Woody returned from his room in a football uniform. Actually, just as I was only partially dressed as a cowboy, he was only partly dressed as an athlete. He wore only shoulder pads, tennis shoes, and a jock strap. I suppose it goes without saying that he looked fucking hot. “Looking good,” he said to me as he approached. As if to accentuate the point, he took my cowboy hat and placed it on his own head.

Suddenly, it dawned on me. Woody could have been the model for Mike, the older brother, football player, and fitness model in Brock Archer’s story, Coming of Age. Or he could have been the inspiration for Jeremy Travis, the young rancher in Discoveries or Dusty in Dominated. Then it hit me. There were others. Was Rafael the model for Chico in Contradictions? And our trainer Hank—the analogy to Tank in Contradictions was too obvious to ignore. Was I living in a Brock Archer novel? Might I be a character in a future story? If so, what would I be like? Would I be an aspiring artist on the verge of a major breakthrough or a teenage loser who would never amount to anything?

“Are you OK?” Woody asked me. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” an ironic statement as two men dressed as apparitions walked past us.

After a brief pause, I came back down to Earth and replied, “Umm, yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking too much, I guess.”

With that, Woody reached into the strap of his athletic supporter and pulled out a small piece of paper that had been folded over several times. When he tucked it into the strap of my jock, I asked, “What’s this?”

“It’s Tyler’s phone number. Why don’t you call him tomorrow and tell him all about the party…and your trip to New York. I think he’d appreciate hearing from you.”

It’s not usually like me to be speechless, but at that moment I definitely was. “But…I thought you…” I stammered.

“Well, you just said you think too much, and if you’re not interested…” Woody chided as he reached into my jock strap and retrieved the piece of paper.

“No!” I shouted, gripping his hand a little more forcefully than I had intended, but before I could snatch the paper out of his hand, he pulled it away, gripped my hand, pulled the zipper of my jock all the way down, and tucked the paper up against my balls, practically daring me to react. He had never touched me like that before. The move shocked me but also sent chills and thrills up and down my spine.

We stared at each other for several seconds—what seemed like an eternity—before he reverted to the officious Woody I had come to expect. “Now get back to work before I change my mind and send you back to Georgia,” he snapped.

Zac’s duties as the evening’s entertainer officially ended at midnight, and there was no point in continuing anyway because half of the guests had gone home and the other half were fucking or getting fucked somewhere around the house.

Woody slipped Zac an envelope with more cash than they had agreed to. When Zac tried to return half of the money, Woody said, “Keep it. It’s a tip. You were good. You earned it.” Woody then told Zac he was free to go “or you can hang around and enjoy the party,” he said. “You’re free now too,” Woody said to me. “Go to bed…alone or with someone. You’ve earned the break.”

Jack, Zac’s twin brother, overhearing the conversation, approached us and suggested that we adjourn to my room for a “real party.” Now that was an offer I could not refuse.

I was really turned on by the idea of having sex with twins, especially two really hot twins such as Zac and Jack, but I wanted more. I wished that I had mirrors on my ceiling so I could watch them as we fucked. That’s when Zac suggested an idea. He pulled out the laptop that he had brought to the party and had me bring out mine. He also sent Jack to borrow laptops from Kim and Ron. Then, he set up the four laptops in different corners in the room and angled their cameras toward the bed. As we played naked in the bed, we recorded the whole thing.

Jack suggested double dipping. I had done double penetrations before with Mr. Sullivan back in Columbus, but I had always been one of the pitchers, never the catcher. What Jack was proposing was that he and his brother would both fuck me at the same time. “Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed. “Sounds fucking hot!”

Jack stretched out on the bed as I climbed on top of him and rode his dick like the cowboy I was dressed as. Zac came up behind me as I leaned forward and inserted his penis against his brother’s. For nearly half an hour, they alternated roles—one would remain still as the other pumped. Though I thoroughly enjoyed it, I wondered what it must feel like for them rubbing their dicks against each other’s as they fucked another dude, but they seemed to enjoy it as much as I did…if not more.

Maybe it was because they are twins, but I was surprised at how much in sync they were—even to the point that they erupted simultaneously, each one blasting his load deep inside me. It was enough to ignite my own orgasm as I spewed white lava all over Jack’s face and body.

.After we had rested for 20 minutes or so, I suggested that we go again, but with one of them on bottom this time. “Oh, we never do that,” protested Zac. “Fucking my brother? That would just be too kinky.”

So, Jack gathered up the four laptops and laid them out side by side so we could watch the whole show from all four angles. “This is so fucking cool,” I gushed.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna look even better when I get it all edited,” said Jack.

“You can do that?” I asked.

“Joe,” laughed Zac. “Jack has a degree from UCLA with a double major in computer graphics and TV production. He works as a freelancer, filming, editing, and producing videos like these for guys all over Southern California. They don’t trust straight guys with material like this, so they pay Jack top dollar to do the job and keep his mouth shut.”

“Yeah,” Jack confirmed. “Some of my clients are very well-known people in the entertainment business and even in politics, so I have to be very discreet.”

As I was fantasizing about watching the fully edited version of our very own porn video on the big screen downstairs, I heard what sounded like a siren. “What’s that?” I asked.

“Probably one of the guests downstairs had too much to drink and tripped over another guy zonked out on the floor. He probably just bumped his head or something.”

Still, I ran across the room to the staff lounge and looked out the window. Sure enough, it was an ambulance pulling up to the front door. I raced downstairs and looked out the front door just Woody was stepping into the wagon where the EMTs had loaded a gurney.

“What happened?” I asked Kim, who was standing beside the front door next to me. With a look of panic, he muttered, “It’s…it’s Mr. Block.”

To be continued

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ANNUAL HALLOWEEN IMAGINE

Day:12

Imagine: planning too dress up as bucky for Halloween but they only have Captain America outfit lefts

Warning:: Mention of sexy time

Rating: Spicy

plot: barely any plot

charaters: Buck, Steve and you,

fandom: Marvel

"your a dork!" laughing loudly you wrapped your arms around Bucky your boyfriend he was a smooth talker, a quite guy who always Knew what too say too lighten and make you feel incredible. even when your hair is matted, and you have No makeup on he will walk by and compliment you about something that was a inseucurity but he found it sexy. it drove you crazy how intoxicating he made you.

So when Halloween came aroudn you decided too dress up as Bucky as the "winter soilder" which wasn't a hard costume too find.. Only problem the stores ran out of it. Every girl in the world found Buck Barns hot as hell and he's costume was the "it" one this halloween everyone was dressing like him. it was probably because of the long brown hair during the war. either way you couldn't and the ONLY costume you could find that wasn't just pasties involded or Full laxtes jump suits was a captain america Laxtes crop top and a high waist bottom. it hugged your cruves and the fake sheild was big. the shirt was Low and it did cover you but it felt.. more like a bra vs a shirt.

getting too the party you Didn't have time too get changed at home and then go too the party without being ridicilously late so you got hanged there. you knew Tony wouldn't mind. getting ther you wore the fake mask as you were not the only wanabe avenger at the party. alot of fake iron mans. you walked over finding bucky instantly he was in the back corner fo the club with Steve, either of them dressed up whic hdidn't surprirse you. you walked over as you smilked, "Hey boys."

Bucky chuckled instantly seeing your outfit while Steve blushed deeply as he quickly tried too cover it with a cough saying Hey as Bucky asked Why.

"they were out of your costume it was this or a Hulk one.. and that one involded Green paint.. and Pasties." he chuckled pulling you next too him wrapping his arm around you kissing your cheek. "the sexiest Cap here." Bucky exclained as you laughed as you spoke, "Shut up." eh chuckled as Steve spoke, 'ti looks great.."

"thanks"

your relationship with Steve was strange. he was always polte and kind but he always made sure too never be alone with you and he barely talks when your aroudn bucky. Bucky siad it was because Stev ehad a massive crush on you. but you didn't believe the blonde hottie like Steve could find you attractive you were still stunned some mornings waking up with bucky that he likedyou. the bar was crowded and loud but the three of you always had fun together. when the partty was getting Too loud Bucky was over it. pretty quick and you suggested you bring the party home. put a movie on and drink. the boys agreed and you three left.

getting home you put on the Ring, making popcorn. as the night went on you insited Bucky and Steve lseep over due too drinking. Steve tried too convince you that they cant get drunk but you weren't riskingit. you went too bed first as Bucky caught up with you in the hall before you got too far as he whispered, "Stay up.. and in that." you grinned nodding your head saying okay as Bucky lead you too the bedroom kisisng you deepl as he softly placed you otno the bed as he grabbed his tie from the meeting he hada few days ago. it was on his nightstand. as he grinned reaching over tieing it around your head you giggled as he kissed you deeply- "trust me?"

"of course."

"im goinf too make all your fanstatsy come true tonight." laughing saying okay as he kissedyou agian quickly before bolting off.

you sat on the bed waiting. and waiting and when you were finally aout too take off the blindfold the door opened. "about time!" you snapped as bucky chuckled, "Sorry doll."

he reached over kissing your neck softly. "is Steve comfy? and settled?"

"yea. dont worry aout Steve." he said kissing your lips again as you nodded your head as he spoke, "babe.. before we start.. can i get your permission."

"For what?"

"i want too do one of your fanasty's tonight."

you had Alot of sexual fantansty from being toyed with in public with a bullet that bucky controlled , One was having sex with Vison. a AI who has the Entire world knowledge storged in his mind. He probably Knwos EVERY Trick in the book too oen that Bucky alawys teasedyou about. wanting too fuck Steve infront of him. you always found Steve attractive and Kind and you could easily fall for him if you weren't with Bucky. your trust and dedication too each other made it impossible too be jealous. so He just teased you. but you weren't thinking about that. you titled your head. 'which one?"

"does it matter?"

you shook your head. as he kissed your lips, "Say yes." you nodded your head saying yes as you instnatly found lips on your mouth. the Kiss was strong as they held your head firmly. the kiss took your breath away litterally as they freed your head too only feel your wrists going up too the bedframe as you felt the silk ties. wrap aroudn your wristsas you were bonded too the bedframe. "Is this my fanstay or yours?"

He chuckled as he spoke, “both.”

You knew excatly which one as you smiled brightly “OH heck Yes.!”

The night was mind blowing and stunning in the morning you laid in bed with both Steve and Bucky as you were in the middle of the sand which as you held both their hands as you spoke “damn boys.”

Steve simply said Yea as Bucky spoke, “that was far better then i thought.”

“do this again?” You asked looking over at your love as he nodded his head, “i was thinking..we make this a Regular thing?”

Everyone agreed as you smiled brightly “Gosh Yes!” Which made everyone chuckle as you snuggled up too them both

#fandom imagine #imagine #fandom #halloween imagine #marvel imagine #steve rogers #bucky barns #bucky barns imagine #steve rogers imagine #captain america #captain america imagine #winter soilders imagine

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good heart (faulty machine of a man) - 10/30

fic summary: bucky meets someone at therapy

chapter summary: rue is the topic of conversation

word count: 1279

tags: post endgame, pre tfatws, hurt/comfort, slow burn, canon divergent, canon compliant, au

warnings: none

a/n: rue is back and... a little clueless, a little cute too. I'm sure bucky will find it in his heart to forgive her lol

AO3 MASTERLIST X

November 4

“Hey!”

Rue’s face brightens when Bucky walks into the therapy suite. Instead of startling, he stops and watches her. She’s in the middle of the waiting room, adjusting chairs in neat rows.

“Miss me?” she teases.

“I heard you were out of town,” he evades. “Have a good trip?”

(He knows his questions are coming out stilted and cold. He wants to change that, but there’s something like resentment settled in him.)

“Yeah, actually my brother surprised me by buying me a ticket to visit.” She sidles next to him, pulling up pictures on her phone. “It was my nephew’s birthday, and then I stayed for Halloween. This is them.”

She shows him a couple and a toddler, dressed as zombies. Even with the face paint, Bucky can see the resemblance between Rue and her brother. The toddler looks more like his mother, both pale and red-haired.

“That’s cute.”

She doesn’t notice his flat tone - or maybe, she doesn’t acknowledge it. She continues, swiping through a few pictures of her nephew, and the last picture is of her, dressed like a butterfly with rainbow wings.

“The last time my brother was a zombie, he was five and I was eight, so I wore the same costume to recreate the moment.” She produces another picture of their younger selves, Rue wearing too much blue eyeshadow and blue wings and her brother looking pretty much the same as his costume now.

(He nods, his hands still in his pockets. He feels like this is a breach of privacy or professionalism or something. On one hand, he can admit he likes that her defenses are more lax around him now, but on the other hand, her conserved attitude would have been convenient right now. He feels himself closing off to her, and he tries not to ask himself why.)

“James.”

Bucky and Rue turn to Dr. Raynor. Rue quickly returns to tidying the waiting room, adjusting chairs and re-stacking magazines. Raynor eyes the two interestedly.

“Good luck,” Rue stage whispers as Bucky walks away.

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In the therapy room, once they’ve settled in their seats, Raynor studies Bucky for a moment before asking what he knows she’s already going to ask.

“Are you and Ruby…?” He waits to see if she’ll finish that sentence. She switches directions. “You two seem… close.”

“We’re not.”

Raynor gives him a suspicious look. His face remains neutral despite the urge to frown.

“I hear you guys talking in the waiting room often.”

He didn’t know she could hear them, but her office is the closest to the waiting room. “Yeah, we talk sometimes. People talk.”

Her eyebrows raise.

“People do talk,” she jots something down, and Bucky wants to break her pen, “and she’s not the worst person to talk to.”

(He wants to lash out, say something inflammatory or defensive, but he knows Raynor wants to study his reaction - so he gives her none.)

“You know, when Greta mentioned a lot of people were disturbed to see her instead of Ruby, I didn’t think–”

“I wasn’t disturbed,” he defends immediately. She waits and watches. He purses his lips. “I just… didn’t expect her not to be here.”

“Right, right.” Raynor makes more notes. The sound of bending metal gives Bucky away as his fists tighten. Her eyes lift to his hands briefly before finishing her thought and putting her pen down. “A few weeks ago, we talked about trust.”

“Two weeks ago.”

“Yes, thank you.” She has a habit of long pauses. “And I believe I said something like trusting others can help you trust yourself.” She watches him for a reaction she’s not going to get. “For example, when you trust someone not to abandon you, you’re putting a little faith in them, but you’re also putting a little faith in yourself to get through the uncomfortable feelings of their absence because you have faith they’ll return.”

“Okay?” He knows he’s being difficult in a way he hasn’t presented to her before. Hostile. She, however, seems to thrive in this situation.

“So, maybe we can continue that exercise by putting ourselves out there.” She holds her hands up to Bucky’s protest. “I don’t mean something monumental like dating or joining a spin class or whatever. I mean, maybe, making conversations with a service worker or someone on the train…” She hits him with a cryptic look. “I mean, you’re already doing that with the receptionist.”

(He wants to tell her that he’s not just ‘making conversation with her’, that it feels like forming a friendship of sorts, but that would contradict everything else he’d said about Rue.)

He defends himself again, “Sam recommended this boxing gym, so I joined it.”

“Really?” Interest lights her face and her voice. Her pen flies across the page. “And how’s that going for you? How are you getting along with the other members?”

“Well, I have to go after hours, because of this,” he lifts his prosthetic. She starts to write again, so he rushes, “but I talk to George.”

She doesn’t even ask who George is. “That’s great, James - this is a really positive development.” She sounds like a grade school teacher commending a kid for not eating the glue. “Did you reach out to Sam to thank him or are you still ignoring his texts?”

Low blow. Bucky remains silent, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket.

“You know what - baby steps. I think you’re doing an excellent job so far. I want us to build on this, at your own pace, tying ‘trust’ and ‘putting yourself out there’ - and I’m going to nudge you to meet more people, do more things. Make connections.”

(He can’t help what his face does, splitting into a sly grin.)

“Okay, explain that,” she waves a hand to indicate his face. When he schools his features, she says, “Okay, so either your fist connected with another person, or your Johnson did, so let’s get into it.”

////

Before he leaves the building, Rue catches up with him with the noisy clomping of her shoes.

“Hey, Bucky, wait up!”

(He doesn’t want to stop. Despite Raynor’s validation and reassurances, confessing to his sexual endeavors from the other night felt daming. She tells him it’s a good thing for him to answer his body’s messages, but because he hadn’t told her about the nightmares, she doesn’t know he’s not using sex to answer messages, he’s using it to ignore them.)

He slows and catches Rue by the shoulder before she can barrel into him. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wide and searching.

“Are we… good?”

(Whatever negative feelings he had been holding toward her dissolve at the way her voice becomes fragile.)

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Her smile is less tense. “Let me give you my number.”

(He knows her implications - so you don’t have to worry about me - so he doesn’t ask why. He also would not mind adding her to the other four people on his contacts list.)

After she recites her number, and he types it in, she says, “Text me, so I know it’s you.”

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

“What do I say?”

“I know you’re old, but people usually start a conversation with ‘hi’.” Her eyes twinkle at his flattened look.

Bucky: Hi

Her phone chimes, and she smiles.

Rue: Who is this?

She looks at Bucky expectantly and laughs at his confusion.

Rue: Jk, this is Rue

“What does that mean?”

“We have a lot of texting etiquette to cover if you don’t know what ‘jk’ means,” she laughs. “I’ll text you your first lesson when I get home.”

Bucky nods and sends her a text.

Bucky: I’m looking forward to it.

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𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐆𝐮𝐲 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

Masterlist

“𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝?” 𝐈 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

“Maria, I’ve told you a million times. Just give him a call,” Emma urged.

“I have called him, and it just keeps ringing and going to the dead tone, Emma!” I snapped.

“Don’t shout at me, I’m just trying to help you,” she retorted.

I clenched my fists, sinking onto the sofa and whining. Emma sat at her piano, browsing through her sheet music collection. She had patiently endured my complaints and paranoia for over an hour, and I couldn’t fathom how she put up with me. It had been five long days since I last spoke to Brian, and I couldn’t figure out why. Through my rambling, I concluded that it was because I left his place without a word. I knew anyone would be annoyed by that, and I felt like a terrible person. The work experience I was supposed to do with the boys had completely slipped my mind, and I hadn’t touched my study notes all week. It was only when I noticed that October was almost over that I realised I had pushed away the only guy I ever genuinely liked, or trusted. Happy Halloween, Maria, you’ve successfully avoided him.

“I’m sorry. I’m just scared that I messed up,” I admitted, resting my head in my hand.

“Well, you won’t know if you’ve done something wrong unless you talk to him. So ask him, and then you can stop worrying,” Emma reassured me with a smile. “They’re at that new place tonight, right?”

My eyes widened, and I turned to look at Emma. “Yeah, they are,” I confirmed. “I can go and see him without seeming too desperate.”

“But you are desperate…”

“Thanks, Emma,” I rolled my eyes, getting up to find something to wear for the evening. Too many, yet not enough, options. I quickly decided that it didn’t matter what I wore that night, considering the nature of the conversation I was about to have with Brian. If he couldn’t accept me for who I was, then it showed that I shouldn’t care if he was mad at me.

Instead of obsessing over my appearance, I spent the time Emma and I would have spent studying in the library going through my notes. The exams were still months away, but it never hurt to start early.

However, my newfound confidence was quickly overshadowed by anxiety when my mother, of all people, decided to call me for the first time in two weeks. Clearly, her concern for my well-being was indelible.

Being on the phone with a woman who had forty-three years of life experience made me wonder if my mum could actually give me dating advice, or insight into guys. It felt a bit late to be discussing these things at the age of twenty-two, especially when all my friends had those conversations at fifteen, but it was worth a shot. After all, she was my mother.

“Mum?” I interrupted her story about gardening with Dad all morning. There was a silence on the other end, so I continued. “Can I ask your opinion on something?”

“Of course, sweetheart, you can ask me anything,” she replied.

I took a deep breath, leaning against the wall. “Well…” I began, trying to articulate my situation. “There’s this guy… at uni. We’ve been getting really close—”

“Maria, I don’t want any boys around you,” she interjected. Here we go.

“Mum, I’m twenty-two,” I exhaled with exasperation. “I just want your advice on something.”

“Carry on then, I haven’t got all day.”

“I stayed at his place on Saturday night, and… I left without saying anything in the morning. I feel really bad about it. I really like him, Mum, but he hasn’t called me since then, and I’m scared to call him because I think I messed it up. I feel like I’ve upset him, and I don’t know what to do. His band is playing somewhere tonight, and I don’t know if I should go see him or if that will make me look desperate,” I poured out in one breath.

There was no response from my mother. I glanced at the phone to check if I’d accidentally pulled the cord out of the receiver or something, but I hadn’t.

“Mum?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

“…Have you had sex with him, Maria?” Her voice had a hint of sternness, but it was clear she hadn’t listened to a word I had said. I furrowed my eyebrows further, leaning back against the wall, feeling a sting of tears welling up.

“No… I haven’t,” I replied softly, my voice once again falling into its subordinate tone in our mother-daughter relationship.

“Good. Keep it that way. You can never trust boys in a band, anyway, especially those who don’t call you back.”

“But that’s not what I wanted to ask you.”

“Now, sweetheart, I just want you to be happy, and I truly believe this is the best thing for you. Trust me, Maria Brennan, don’t question it,” my mother’s voice came through the phone, carrying a mix of reassurance and urgency. “Your father and I have to go pick up a new chair for the conservatory. Talk to you later, sweetheart.” The line abruptly went silent, leaving me frustrated and restless.

Fury coursed through me as I clenched my jaw and slammed the phone back onto the wall. I spun around, only to find Emma standing there, wearing an unsatisfied expression. She had seen this scenario play out before, at least one similar.

“You have to stop asking her for advice, Maria. It always ends up like this,” Emma admonished, her words laced with exasperation. I crossed my arms defensively, shifting gaze sideways.

“What did she say?” Emma inquired, her voice filled with curiosity and concern.

“She said I can’t trust boys in a band,” I replied, rolling my eyes in disbelief. I made my way back to the bedroom, feeling a mix of irritation and confusion.

“Are you still planning to go to The Britannia to see him?” Emma’s voice trailed behind me, causing me to pause and contemplate whether it would be a wise decision. After all, he hadn’t called me, suggesting that he didn’t want to talk to me.

I turned my head, addressing Emma from the side, my words stumbling and uncertain, but from the heart.

“Of course I am.”

I arrived at the pub too late for their actual show. The thought of sitting there alone, listening to them play for an hour while risking Brian seeing me and questioning my presence, felt unbearable. The prolonged exposure only meant more opportunities for rejection.

I took shelter at the bar, purposefully keeping a low profile during the remaining ten minutes of Queen’s performance. Nonetheless, I couldn’t resist stealing a few glances towards the front of the pub, taking in Brian’s appearance. He looked incredibly attractive, leaving me perplexed as to why anyone wouldn’t find him appealing. It wasn’t just his looks; he possessed a genuine sweetness, one of the most grounded individuals I had ever encountered. Any girl would be captivated by such sensitivity.

When my infatuation momentarily subsided, their performance came to an end, and the began making their way to the back. That’s when my nerves kicked in. I navigated through the growing crowd of fans, my mind inundated with various scenarios. What if he’s with another girl right now? What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he discovered I wasn’t someone easily swayed and that’s why he hasn’t reached out? Can I truly trust a boy in a band?

It was too late to turn back and abandon the entire endeavour as the night air sent a chill down my ankles. Chewing on my lip anxiously, my gaze settled on Roger’s car, where the guys, along with Mary, were gathered, enjoying their drinks. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to approach them, my heart pounding against my ribcage. Brian happened to be the only one facing away, which only heightened my nervousness when Roger spotted me.

“Ah, you’ve made up already?” Roger exclaimed, his words slightly slurred. A puzzled Brian turned in the direction of Roger’s voice. Our eyes met, and the awkward atmosphere settled in almost instantly. My mouth went dry, and I couldn’t recall what I had planned to say once I reached him. I managed a small smile, but before I could utter a word, Freddie swooped in, enveloping me in a massive hug.

“Maria, darling! I knew you couldn’t resist!” Freddie exclaimed, flashing me a toothy grin. He glanced at Brian, who observed the situation with apparent confusion. “Oh, I didn’t introduce you to Mary last time, did I? How rude of me!” With that, he took my hand and guided me towards Mary, who stood beside another girl with orange hair and a fringe. “Mary, darling!”

Mary looked up, revealing her stunning blue eyes and cascading blonde hair. “Hello!” she greeted, leaning in to plant a welcoming peck on my cheek. “You must be Maria.”

“Yes,” I nodded, raising an eyebrow curiously.

“Oh, sorry, dear. Freddie tends to update me on everything,” Mary whispered, casting a glance at Brian. She smiled at me, then turned her attention back to the girl by her side. “This is Patty.”

Patty offered me an awkward smile and extended her hand for a shake, to which I obliged. “Hi,” she greeted, seeming somewhat reserved or unsure, as her words remained sparse.

“She’s more talkative once you get to know her, darling. Or when she’s had a few drinks,” Freddie interjected, emphasising Patty’s fondness for alcohol. “She works with Mary.”

Curious, I turned to Mary. “Where do you work?”

“I’m at Biba. What can I say? I love fashion,” Mary replied.

“I can tell,” I smiled, admiring her impeccable style. “You have great taste.”

“Thank you! I hope you’ll visit sometime. We’re having a sale soon—get more for your money,” Mary grinned, hoping her sales assistant skills would pay off.

I stole a glance at Freddie, a giggle escaping my lips. “Yeah… I’ll see if I can make time. Well, I won’t stay for long, I uh…” My words stumbled, my eyes darting over to Brian. “I just need to talk to Brian…” I took a shaky breath, trying to avoid direct eye contact with him, but my curiosity got the better of me.

“Of course, darling! Take all the time you need with him,” Freddie replied, stepping aside and gesturing towards the guitarist, his grip tightly clutching his beer can.

Reluctantly, Brian pulled away from Roger’s car, his lip caught between his teeth as he walked past me, indicating for me to follow. I did, stealing a quick glance back at the others, who watched us with knowing smiles on their faces.

Brian and I stopped in front of The Britannia, where cars whizzed by and unfamiliar faces bustled past. This part of Kensington was significantly louder and busier compared to the tranquil location of The King’s Head. I positioned myself with my back against the wall, while Brian stood facing me. There was a brief moment of silence, the only sounds being the cacophony of our surroundings. People stumbled out of the pub, drunk and laughing, leaning on each other, while others entered. It was time to break the silence, but it seemed like Brian had the same idea.

“You look gre—”

“Are you angry at me?” I blurted out, crossing my arms and gazing at his face as confusion and a hint of hurt flashed across his features.

“Maria… Of course I’m not angry at you. Why would I be angry at you?” He took a step closer, his beautiful hazel eyes meeting mine. With just a single look, he had the power to weaken my knees.

“I just… I don’t know,” I whined, leaning my head back against the wall. “You didn’t call me or talk to me, and it felt… different from how you usually are. And I kind of left without telling you where I was going…” I shrugged, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. Now that I had put things into perspective, I realised that I had let my anxiety get the best of me.

“I thought you were angry at me,” Brian said in a monotonous tone, shrugging his shoulders.

“What?” I asked, tilting my head forward to meet his gaze. “Why?”

“Well… I thought you left because of… you know…” His cheeks flushed a light pink, and he glanced away.

“Because of what?” I prodded, fully aware of what he was referring to. But I needed him to acknowledge it so we could address it openly and not tiptoe around the subject.

“Because of when I… kissed you—You know what, I know it was the wrong thing to do, and I’m sorry for putting you in that situation,” he confessed, his distress evident as he ran his hand through his curly hair.

Swiftly dismissing his words, I shook my head vigorously. “Brian, don’t apologise for that. It didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything. Honestly, I don’t even remember it happening. But when I saw my lipstick on you when I woke up, the thought of it… well, I liked the thought,” I admitted with a soft smile, shrugging my shoulders.

In response to my words, Brian returned my soft smile and reached out, taking my hand in his. “You know… I’ve been doing some thinking,” he began, his gaze shifting to our intertwined hands, his thumb gently tracing over my knuckles. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something I haven’t been entirely honest about.”

Raising an eyebrow, I allowed Brian to hold my hand as I encouraged him to continue. “Go on…”

“Well, it might sound silly, and maybe you don’t feel the same way. But…” He took a deep breath, locking eyes with me. “I really like you. You’re intelligent, kind, adorable, and you make me smile whenever you’re around. And I really like that.”

“This isn’t how I expected tonight to go, I’ll admit,” I exhaled, slightly taken aback by Brian’s confession. “But I’m not surprised either,” I whispered in a hushed tone, causing a smile to grace Brian’s lips. “You’re alright, poodle head,” I nodded.

Brian shook his head, his grip on my hand tightening. He didn’t seem to seek a reciprocal compliment or assurance that I felt the same way. He simply needed to express his feelings, and I’d be dishonest if I said I didn’t share those sentiments.

“So, are you going to reveal your little secret?” Brian mumbled, stepping closer to me, leaving minimal space between us.

“What, that I feel the same way?” I smirked, searching for a reaction in his eyes. Although I suspected that that wasn’t the response he was anticipating.

“N-no… But it’s good to know that,” he smiled, a light chuckle escaping his lips. “No, I mean your secret secret.”

“My secret secret?” I raised an eyebrow, perplexed. Brian furrowed his brow, mirroring my confusion.

That’s when his gaze shifted to my hand, and he gently lifted it, his other hand reaching for my sleeve to push it up. I attempted to stop him, my hand instinctively reaching for his, but he gave me a serious look at made mine drop back to its original position. Brian pulled up my sleeve, revealing years’ worth of scars.

I felt a deep sense of embarrassment. Until that moment, I had never allowed anyone to witness my pain—or so I thought.

“How did you know…?” I whispered, avoiding eye contact once again.

“You showed me. On Saturday night,” he stated matter-of-factly, his gaze fixed on the scars. “You need someone to take care of you,” he added, lifting his eyes to meet mine, which were still fixated on the scars as if they belonged to someone else. Brian raised his free hand, gently tilting my chin to make me look at him. “I can be that someone.”

And just like that, a grin spread across my face, followed by an unexpected fit of giggles. Brian looked at me, confusion etched on his features. “What’s so funny?”

I paused, gazing at him with a mixture of amusement and affection. “You’re such a cliché,” I remarked playfully.

“I know,” he shrugged, enveloping me in a hug that instantly warmed my heart. Brian was tall and slender, with hardly any meat on his bones, yet somehow his embrace made me feel shielded and protected, as if nothing could touch me. I felt safe in his arms.

I revelled in the hug, savouring the minutes that stretched on endlessly. It never grew awkward, nor did it become too silent or invasive. It was simply nice.

“Maria?” I felt his chin shift against the top of my head.

“Hmm?” I murmured, my voice muffled by his chest.

“This is where I hugged you when you had a panic attack,” he whispered, and I could sense the smile in his voice as he buried his face in my hair.

“My God, you really are a cliché,” I chuckled, my laughter resonating against his chest as the embrace continued.

But despite his clichéd nature and his tendency to apologise for the smallest things, Brian remained an intriguing and extraordinary person in my eyes. And in that moment, I realised it wholeheartedly.

Fuck the work experience. Let’s have some fun.

“I’m really glad we’re doing this,” I said with a bright smile, bringing the steaming mug of black coffee to my lips as I sat across from Emma at the small café on Imperial’s campus.

“Me too, it feels like forever since we’ve actually hung out together,” Emma agreed, stirring her coffee with a spoon.

“Yeah, there’s been so much going on lately, you know? With the boys around and all the assignments due,” I replied, trailing off as I tried to take a sip without burning my tongue.

We had chosen to sit outside the café, enjoying the November ambiance as we watched the leaves from September soak in the aftermath of an overnight rainfall, accompanied by a refreshing chill in the air. Early morning students hurried past us, wrapped in their parka coats and hats. We rarely ventured out so early before lectures, but that morning we wanted to carve out some quality time together, knowing that Emma would likely be whisked away by Roger at some point during the day, only to return when I was fast asleep.

“Did you talk to Brian?” Emma asked, effortlessly sipping her coffee.

“Yeah…” I couldn’t help but let a smile spread across my lips as I thought about the events of a few nights ago. “Everything’s… alright. We’re doing alright,” I nodded.

“Did he teach you their song puns or something?” Emma laughed, shaking her head.

“No,” I joined in the laughter, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “The good thing is, he’s actually called me and talked to me since then. So I must have done something right!”

“Have you mentioned it to…” Emma’s voice trailed off as she gestured with her hand.

“No,” I quickly interjected. “There’s no need for her to know every detail of my life. Yes, she’s my mum, but I’m also twenty-two years old. I don’t need her interfering the way she does,” I tutted, still hurt by her previous words. “Anyway… how’s Roger?”

“Distant. Really distant,” Emma replied, a slight frown forming on her face. “We haven’t really talked much, except for, you know…” I couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in my best friend’s eyes, but I also couldn’t believe she was feeling this way.

“Oh, Emma…” I started, reaching out to hold her hand. “What’s going on? I thought everything was great between you two,” I whispered, trying not to draw attention to our conversation.

“I don’t know what’s happening. He’s just not really talking to me. It feels like the only time he sees me as a real person is when we’re shagging. I’m getting really frustrated with him, but I don’t know what the hell to say,” she expressed her agitation, and I gently squeezed her hand to calm her down, a trick that always worked.

“You have every right to be angry with him, hun,” I spoke assertively and reassuringly. “I mean, has he even clarified that you two are in a committed relationship?”

Emma’s gaze drifted away, the frown deepening before she let out a reluctant sigh. “No,” she whispered, barely audible. “He hasn’t.”

I sighed in response, my brows furrowing as I leaned back in my chair. “Emma, you need to do something about this. You can’t keep letting yourself down like this. Or…” I glanced to the side, contemplating. “Maybe it’s nothing. I’ve heard rumours that he’s dropping out of Imperial, so maybe he’s under a lot of stress—”

“He’s dropping out?” Emma interrupted, her voice filled with surprise and concern.

“I’m not sure, that’s just something I heard. Brian mentioned it, but he was pretty drunk, so I can’t be one-hundred percent certain.”

Emma nervously chewed on her lip, her gaze fixed on her coffee, which had likely turned lukewarm by now. “Yeah…” she nodded slowly. “It’s probably nothing. It’s only been a couple of days, after all.” She tried to reassure herself with a smile.

“A couple of days? Emma, that’s hardly any time at all! You have nothing to worry about, trust me. I can see how much Roger likes you. Don’t let your own doubts overshadow something that could truly be wonderful,” I reassured her, my voice filled with conviction.

Emma looked up at me, her eyes regaining that familiar sparkle that never seemed to fade. “I knew there was a reason I kept you as my best friend,” she said, her smile growing brighter.

“A bonfire party. Seriously, Emma?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice down as Professor Ross continued with his lecture.

“Why not?” she whispered back, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Emma, I haven’t had a bonfire party since I was thirteen, and we nearly set the dog on fire. It’s not exactly my area of expertise,” I muttered, keeping my focus on the front of the room and attempting to appear innocent.

“Why does it have to be your expertise to have one? I didn’t know throwing a bonfire party required specialised skills. Come on, it’ll be fun,” Emma nudged me, a mischievous grin on her face.

“And where exactly do you propose we have this bonfire party?” I scoffed, glancing down at my book and scribbling down some notes.

“At our flat,” she replied, her eyes filled with anticipation.

I froze and put down my pencil, finally looking at her. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t fireworks and bonfires generally require, you know, being outside?”

“Yes, I’m not an idiot. Mia is staying with her family while she’s on maternity leave, so we’ll have the garden all to ourselves. That is, if no one else snatches it up before us.”

“Mia… Remind me who she is again?” I asked, trying to place the name.

“Ground floor, ginger, really pale,” Emma reminded me.

“Ah, right, I remember now,” I nodded, returning to my notes. “It’s not a bad idea. But why are you suddenly suggesting this? You’ve never been interested in doing something like this before.”

“So I can have a proper talk with Roger about everything, and so you can spend some quality time with your ‘lover boy’ without alcohol or work getting in the way,” she explained a satisfied look on her face as she went back to writing her own notes.

Before I could utter a word, a faint knock echoed through the lecture room’s door. Professor Ross halted mid-sentence, making his way over to the door without diverting his gaze from the chalkboard.

“Yes?” he responded, his tone indifferent, as if he spoke to everyone based on his current mood rather than who was outside.

“Uhm, is this Professor Ross’ room?” I heard a muffled voice from the other side, unable to see the person behind it. “I’ve just moved here, and they told me this was the room.” The voice carried a distinct accent, but I couldn’t quite discern whether it was American or of another origin.

Professor Ross cast a quizzical look at the newcomer, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, you must be the exchange student. You’re late. Find a seat towards the back; that’s where the empty ones are. I’ll catch you up later.”

In walked a tall young man, sporting tousled blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He donned a turtleneck jumper, flared jeans, and the latest Adidas releases. Navigating through the sea of curious gazes, he settled on the table next to Emma and me. Did we truly appear to be the only approachable individuals in the entire class?

He flashed us a quick smile before taking his seat, as Professor Ross resumed his lecture. Emma leaned towards him, seeking to strike up a conversation.

“Hi,” she whispered, capturing his attention.

He glanced at her and whispered back, “Hello,” his voice tinged with a hint of reticence.

“Where are you from?” Emma asked, exhibiting her trademark bluntness.

“Switzerland,” he replied simply, studying us intently. “I know my accent may sound a bit… American? Most of us do sound that way.”

“Ah, right. I’m Emma,” she introduced herself, extending her hand across me. He reciprocated the gesture, offering a friendly handshake. “And this is Maria.”

“I’m Cameron. Nice to meet you,” he nodded, gracing us with another smile. Leaning in slightly, his voice lowered. “Is he always this moody?” He gestured discreetly towards Professor Ross.

“Yes,” I answered, a hint of resignation in my voice. “Always.”

“Great. Maybe I should have stayed in Switzerland,” Cameron murmured, a touch of wry humour lacing his words.

The library was unusually quiet that day, with the hushed whispers of students and the occasional sound of turning pages filling the air. Emma had decided to head home for some piano practice during my study break, thinking she had a better chance at acing her exams than I did. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy, knowing I’d be lucky if I scraped by with a passing grade.

My mind struggled to comprehend the intricacies of management theory, and as I flipped through the pages of my textbook, I found myself stuck on page two-hundred-and-eighty-one, still grappling with the whys and hows of the industry. Desperately hoping for a breakthrough, I turned to the next page, only to be greeted with disappointment and frustration. The next two pages were missing, torn out by someone else who seemed to share my struggles.

Clutching my jaw tightly, I took a deep breath and slammed the book down beside me on the cosy sofa. I leaned back, slapping my hands over my face in exasperation. No matter how hard I tried, something always seemed to impede my path, making life unnecessarily difficult. Even a simple missing page felt like a significant obstacle standing in my way.

Suddenly, I felt the sofa next to me sink down, causing my body to tilt to one side. Startled, I kept my hands pressed against my face, feeling annoyance and disappointment course through me.

“Having a tough day, love?” The voice was so familiar, instantly recognisable. It would be foolish not to know who it belonged to.

Finally, I lowered my hands and was met with Brian’s concerned gaze. He had a stack of papers and a book in his hands, which he set down beside him. My heart fluttered at the sight of him, those butterflies swirling and dancing within me.

“What’s up?” His eyes locked with mine, brimming with both sympathy and genuine interest.

“I’m just…” I leaned my head back against the sofa, gazing up at the ceiling. “I’m trying so fucking hard to grasp with fucking topic, but the page I need is missing from the fucking book. I’m going to fail, and it’s fucking frustrating.” I closed my eyes, letting out a soft whimper of distress.

“Love, any more fucks and you’ll earn yourself quite the reputation,” Brian chuckled, his laughter sending a fresh wave of butterflies fluttering within me. “Let me take a look.”

I let out a sigh of relief and handed him the weighty book, still open to the page I had been struggling with. As he focused on the pages, his hazel eyes danced over the ink-splattered paper below, his mouth slightly ajar in concentration. I took this opportunity to observe him fully. Even his teeth seemed to possess a certain sharpness that I hadn’t noticed before. His bony knees peeked out from beneath his grey flared trousers, revealing the delicate structure of his kneecaps and cartilage. His tight white shirt, with its buttons undone, hugged his frame, the sleeves rolling just below his elbows. And his hair… I found myself gazing at his hair for what felt like an eternity. Each curl was meticulously placed, not a strand out of line. It framed his face perfectly, accentuating his godlike bone structure. In that moment, it hit me like a ton of bricks—he was the embodiment of perfection, and it had taken me until now to truly realise it.

“Maria…?” he finally spoke, his eyes still scanning the pages.

“Hmm?” I replied, still in a semi-trance.

“Have you checked the back page?” He glanced up at me, causing me to snap out of my daze, fearing he might have caught me staring. I took the book from his hands, noticing a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Why would I check the back page?” I tried to brush off the embarrassment of being caught gawking at him.

“Because that’s where people often put pages that have been accidentally ripped out,” he replied, turning around to retrieve his stack of papers, placing them on his lap.

“Don’t be silly. They’d just staple it back in—Oh…” My frown deepened as I saw that he was right. Those two missing pages were indeed slipped into the back of the book by the previous borrower. “Thanks…” I glanced up at him, feeling a mix of gratitude and slight embarrassment.

“Not a problem.” He smiled, leaning back and opening the papers, grabbing a red pen. He also opened a book beside him, shifting his gaze between the book and the papers, making corrections in red ink.

“What are you doing?” I asked, scrunching my eyebrows in curiosity.

“Huh?” he responded, momentarily distracted. “Oh, this?” He looked down at the papers, scratching his chin. “Well, I do some part-time teaching for year nines to earn some extra money. I have a load of tests to mark.” He offered me a small smile. “Being an aspiring rockstar doesn’t pay the bills.”

“Not yet,” I playfully nudged him, causing a faint blush to colour his cheeks. “But, wow, teaching? I can barely tolerate my own brother, let alone a whole class of high schoolers,” I stifled a chuckle, glancing down at my book.

“It’s not so bad once you get the hang of it. They tend to pay more attention when they find out their teacher plays the guitar in a rock band,” he chuckled, continuing to mark the papers. “You have a brother?”

“I do,” I replied matter-of-factly. “The most annoying fourteen-year-old on the planet. Do I like him? Not really. Do I love him? Of course. But do I tolerate him when I have to? Absolutely.”

“I wish I had a brother or sister growing up. It was always a bit lonely as a child. But then again, it gave me more time to practice music and stargazing,” Brian mused, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

“Stargazing takes practice?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at him curiously. His eyes widened in response.

“Naturally,” he replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world “You have to know the angles at which to look to spot different constellations. For example, a Cancer must know the right angle to view their constellation.”

“You’re a Cancer. That explains a lot,” I nodded knowingly.

“Yeah? How so?” he inquired.

“You’re compassionate and very optimistic, basic traits of a Cancer,” I explained.

“You believe in astrology?” he asked, sounding somewhat surprised.

“Don’t be surprised. Sometimes I have no other option but to rely on fate and whether or not it’s written in the stars. Gives me something to believe in, and religion doesn’t quite do it for me,” I replied.

“And you are a…?” he trailed off, waiting for my answer.

“Pisces,” I replied.

“Ahh…” Brian chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

“What?” I asked, mirroring his chuckle in curiosity.

“Nothing, love,” he finally looked up at me, leaning closer until our faces were just inches apart. “It’s just that you’re a sensitive little kitten, aren’t you?” He smirked playfully, seemingly unaware of the effect his closeness had on me.

“You seem to have it all figured out,” I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from his lips. In that moment, they looked so incredibly inviting, until he pulled away.

“I definitely do, Maria,” he smiled innocently, returning his focus to the papers he was marking.

An hour passed, and my eyes were on the verge of exhaustion. Brian had subtly shifted our positions so that I was comfortably reclined against him, his arm wrapped around me. It felt incredibly comforting and made studying much less stressful and more bearable.

It became increasingly clear to me that Brian’s sensitivity and shyness were merely surface-level qualities that everyone saw. The more I got to know him, the more those layers peeled away, revealing a smooth-talking, irresistibly attractive man who still possessed a gentle and shy side. I just hoped that I was making the right decision in allowing him into my world.

“Brian?” I mumbled, my head resting against his bony collarbone.

“Hmm?” he responded, his voice filled with warmth.

“I was talking to Emma earlier. She suggested that we should have some kind of bonfire party. Like all of us—you, the boys, Mary, and Emma’s sister,” I looked up at him with anticipation.

His gaze shifted around, his eyes darting nervously before he strained his mouth into a compromised expression, nodding slowly. “That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, love. Do you want to do that?”

“It’d be nice, I guess. It just isn’t my scene, though. I think fireworks are a bit… loud. Too loud. They set my anxiety off. But I still would love to see all of you.”

“Aww…” Brian cooed, lowering himself to plant a tender kiss on my hair. “Don’t worry. If the fireworks get too much for you, I’ll protect you.” He whispered, chuckling softly, and tightened his arm around me.

“Cliché, once again,” I rolled my eyes playfully. “But there’s another thing, Bri…” His eyebrows raised slightly when I called him by his nickname, but it felt so natural in our conversation that neither of us brought it up. “Is Roger okay?”

Brian’s relaxed face turned uncomfortable, and he nervously bit his lip. I furrowed my eyebrows, sitting up and turning to face him directly. “Brian?”

“He’s, uh… He’s fine. Been feeling a little stressed, I think.”

“Is it true that he’s dropping out?”

“Yeah, but… That’s not what’s stressing him out.” He glanced at me briefly before lowering his gaze to his papers, his expression blank.

“Then what is it? Emma is getting upset with him for not talking to her, and she’s getting stressed out herself. It’s hard seeing her like that, and—”

“He slept with someone else.”

I’m sorry, what?

With a sudden surge of anger, I propelled myself up from my previous position, no longer leaning on Brian at all. My brows knitted together in a display of pure rage, and Brian’s eyes widened in response, clearly taken aback. “I’m sorry, come again?” My voice rose sharply, further escalating Brian’s concern.

“Love, calm down, okay?” Brian leaned forward, his hands raised in a gesture of placation. “I-It’s… It’s normal.”

“Normal?!” I bellowed, my hand instinctively lashing out, narrowly missing Brian’s face. “How can that be a normal fucking thing to do? He’s literally cheated on my best friend! This is not okay!”

“Maria, please.” Brian pleaded, gripping my wrist tightly and drawing it closer to him. “Please, just listen to me.” He locked his gaze with mine, his eyes pleading for understanding. “Roger cannot control himself.” His voice quivered slightly as he took a shaky breath, his gaze momentarily dropping to our intertwined fingers. “It’s extremely rare for Roger to even give a woman a second look. It most likely meant absolutely nothing. Okay?”

“So… Am I just supposed to keep this from Emma then?” I asked, my voice laced with scepticism.

“Yes! Please… You cannot tell her a single word,” Brian’s voice lowered to a whisper, his head leaning closer to mine. “Promise me. Promise me, you won’t tell her about this.”

I scoffed, shaking my head and momentarily averting my gaze.

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patricidekid · 5 months

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He once called me his lolita, making him my humbert humbert.

His little girl, "kiddo".

I lost my virginity the Halloween vacation, i was at my aunt house after my sixteen's birthday.

I just left and went to his place, without thinking much i just wanted to escape from my misery.

He was nice as he was in our text and call, he called me smart, beautiful, pretty. I was everything he wanted, an pretty doll , not like his bitchy ex the hag.

I was dumb, pathetic, naive an baby without anyone to care or ask after herself.

We went to his appartment, closed door, played assassin's creed odyssey on his xbox, he was 23 nearly 24.

He kissed me, i said to him that i wasn't shaved, that i was scared, he reassured me, i felt important for someone for once, he took my virginity on that crappy couch and then on his bed.

I felt no pain, no pleasure just nothing, i moaned i think, i tried to act like an grown girl, like the one you see in adult movies.

Arching my back, letting him do anything he wanted.

I looked at the roof, i felt myself absent but i liked what was after sex, his hugs, that silly feeling, the comfort, the care no one ever gave to me.

I smoke cigarettes, joint after that.

I ignored my mom's call, i was becoming an women on a wood floor being arched and played like an doll and he was my puppeteer.

It happened again, in secret, i always refused to stay for the night.

He asked me to not say anything about us when we met his friends, i just stayed silent on the side but there was no doubt as everyone probably knew. I didn't looked like an adult, barely a teenagers.

My tits were so small at that time.

It happened another time the next summer but after that i grew up, i realized , took my distance.

I wore makeup to look more older as he asked, i listened to him complaining about his old annoying ex while he was praising my young body and quiet smart behavior.

I was an good kid , he was my father, lover, everything.

It happened again, during summer, he filmed my body, covered it with mark, i hate hickeys since then.

I hate how every guy i dated during this period marked me, with purples , blue and green marks.

I wasn't myself property.

Then i grew up, stopped talking to him, i let that story being my secret for years, before i realized.

One night, i was drunk and I sended him an text telling him to kill himself.

Then the next day he sended a message. Saying he will always live with the regret of what he did to me, but that he really did loved me, that i was the smartest girl he ever met, and pretty.

That he didn't just loved me for my flesh, i cried.

I hated him, i died so many times, on camera, in his arms. Lolita is nothing more than an broken doll, that could have died.

But at the same time i trusted him and his words, he was my whole world for a while, he wasn't rough or violent with me never, i felt protected and loved but used at the same time.

It's silly but i don't hate him, i wish he just never did anything to me, that we never talked, that he never praised me, that he never was the one i loss my virginity with.

I wish i could be an pure lamb again, that he didn't slaughtered me.

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shitishouldnotbepostingonline · 9 months

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Unromantic

Bro really thought he could just ask.

One of my more lighthearted "men are pigs" stories. For a little background, I went to a small school and grew up in a small town my entire life. Everyone knows everyone. My school was an elementary k-6 and high school 7-12. Yes 17 year olds dated 12 year olds. Yes it was creepy. No that is not this story. My class was only about 35 people and the classes above us were around the same.

Small schools have a lot of dances and usually would raise a good bit of money for whatever club needed money. We had a Hawkins dance, Halloween, homecoming, Christmas, valentines, spring and prom. I know I'm missing one but every other month there was a dance. When I was in middle school, it was a big deal. Who you going with, should we sleepover after, should we get pizza before, can you wait for me by the door so I don't have to go in alone because I'm having a panic attack that I over dressed because what the fuck do you wear to a casual dance at 13 and my dad is dropping me off early so he can have a break, can your mom do my hair. Fun fun fun times. Most importantly, drama. A huge night for drama. Miss one dance, miss all the gossip. Miss one dance, your crush might have started dating someone else. Miss one dance, your an outcast for at least the next week of school. I never missed a dance. Commonly you would find me A. dancing B. consoling in the bathroom or C. gossiping. I'll admit I'm toxic, I know and especially in middle school I was horrible. I was a horrible person who was going through horrible things blah blah blah. Every teen sab story. We all did it. I wasn't the worst but wasn't the best either. Life was about being popular, having friends and especially a boyfriend.

So, one of these dances is coming up. It's the homecoming. One that you are definitely supposed to have a date to. I'm single, actually thinking about it, I think this time period was the longest I've been single ever. I'm single and chat up this guy a grade above me. Let's call him Mark. We share a study hall together and Mark's definitely not popular but he is older then me which will give me points on the invisible popularity scale. My first impression was he's kind, funny and dorky so we spark a friendship. We start talking on kik (rip) and everything is normal to a 14 and 15/16 year old texting in the early 2010's. He's a bit odd and talks to me a little weird. I would later on recognize this as misogynistic but I was 14 and it was a different time. Fast forward to the week leading up to the dance and I'm dropping mad hints that I want him to ask me. I was freaking out that I had no one to go with. I was in between friend groups and was kind of at my first "big depression" period. He finally agrees to go with me (I don't think he ever actually asked). I definitely wore him down with constant texting and always saying hi when we passed in the hall. I think the worst part is I didn't like him. I just felt like I need a boyfriend for the attention everyone gives you once you start dating.

We decided (I decided) to go to the dance together. We make a plan and Mark changes it last minute saying he's not going unless I meet him at his house so we could walk together. Mark also made it a point to mention he was home alone. Cool fine no red flag there. At least not to my 14 year old dumb fuck self. The problem being my dad is bring me. Dad doesn't know I have a date. Dad doesn't know this kid and is not going to like that Mark wants me to go over to his empty house. So what do I do? I just didn't fucking tell my father. Waited for dad to leave. Then walked on over to Mark's place. Dumb yes, but if you want to understand how I was raise by people who are hands off or overly trusting/don't care that would take 37 page thesis paper.

I find Mark's house and at this point the dance has started. Did I mention he had the tickets so even if I refused to go over I would not be able to get into the dance. It's cold, I'm in a dress, heels, and I come from a place where it fall is 40° at night. Anyways I knock on the door and he yells for me to come in. When I say that womanly instinct sent red flags off throughout my whole body, I'm not kidding. Rightfully so. I was lying about where I was, who I was with and what I was doing. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was terrified. I go in the house and shut the door behind me. We just kind of stare at each other until I break the overwhelming silence with a

"are you ready to go"

In which he responds

"a yeah but do you want to chill here for a bit"

Me, confused because I just spend hours getting ready and had a plan of action laid out in my head says

"I mean the dance already started"

This kid, props to how much guts it probably took, asks me

"well I was hoping you would let me eat you out first, then we'll head over".

The only thing I picture now is him hyping himself up all day to ask me that but at the time it was a different feeling. I can not describe in words what the hell was going through my mind. Like what? You can just ask that? Did he just ask that? Like he wants me to just what lay on his bed as he eats me out???? We haven't even kissed, held hands, nothing was leading me to believe that we had reach that level of intimacy. We are not even dating. I do what most women would do in that situation and play it off as he's just joking. I laugh and say let's go in a lighthearted voice. But no he doubles down. I remember think Jesus Christ please stop you are ruining any chance of anything happening.

"So is that a no"

How do I respond with out sound like a dick but also not agreeing because this kids is persistent. So I say as simply and as nicely trying not to embarrassing him

"Oh um I'm not really into that. I was hoping we could just go to the dance"

Then the most awkward walk of my young adult life happened. We did like 2 or 3 slow dances together but I spend most of my time consoling a friend in the bathroom. He tried to kiss me before I left but I think I dodged it with a hug.

So what do you think happened next? I have to see him everyday and we texted like constantly. He may of even apologized for being weird. Friend zone? Ghosted to the best of my ability? Told everyone what the fuck that kid asked me? No no and surprisingly no. I kept it to myself for quite a bit. It felt like to much for me to process at that time to tell anyone. We ended up dating for 2 weeks. Worst 2 weeks of my life. I underestimated just how much people disliked him and was starting to get laughed at for being with him. Which I would take if I actually liked him at all. As soon as we started dating the only thing he talked to me about in study hall was his dick. I mean like hyping it up for me. Acting like I was going to drop my yoga pant right there and just jump on him. I made it 2 weeks and the second week was just because I didn't know how to break up with him. Which I did in person. First time I've ever broken up with someone in person. It was mean yes but all this kid did was talk about his dick for 40 minutes a day. I bluntly said

"I'm not going to do this anymore. You just keep talking about your dick and it weirds me out. So I'm breaking up with you"

That was that. Didn't ever really talk to him again. We weren't on like bad terms but not good ones either. He did date a girl younger then me for a hot minute but other then that I do not think he dated anyone else while we were in school. My mom said she saw Mark an said hi but that was years ago. I still have him on socials and he's been popping up recently which is what inspired me to share this tidbit. I hope he is a bit more romantic in the bed room for who ever he ends up with.

I know I am to blame and I was cruel for potentially leading him on. I take responsibility for my part of being a fucking asshole when it came to petty shit like being popular or seen so by your peers. Funny thing was about this time I start having a new group of friends who were the more "outcast" type. Eventually they would be my friends for the rest of high school. I would blow up every single one of those friendships slowly until graduation. Probably doing permanent damage to all of our mental health along the way. I am not the good guy. In most my stories I have, especially from high school, I am just as much the villain as victim. I know that. If I could go back in time and have a chat with myself, I would. Live an learn.

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Front man with serial killer reader that he bailed out of jail?

Fuck Respect (Front Man x Serial Killer!Reader)

♡ Synopsis || The games need an extra spice to keep things more entertaining. The Front Man has been tasked to settle an agreement with the one that has been found to be the most competent for this role, even if it means they are a notorious serial killer who is known to play by their own rules.

♡ Content warnings || Handcuffed, teasing, switching power dynamics, fingering, edging, basically hate fucking but there’s more hate than actual fucking

♡ Author’s note || Ooo, love how different this is, I like it! Unfortunately, that only makes it equally as hard to meet expectations. Most people want the porn instead of the plot, but there's more dialogue here than action, sorry. I am also a bit worried that I went too off-topic and OOC, the reader here is more of a brat than a serial killer. I hope this is still satisfactory for you and enjoyable for everyone else to read though!

+ The Reader does not have a specified gender or sex in this! They can be whatever you want them to be.

Just when you thought you got your ticket to freedom, you wake up in another prison. The last thing you remember was some men wearing hot pink taking you out of jail. Now, you are locked in a room with your dominant hand cuffed onto the chair you were placed on, trying to regain your senses.

“You are up,” a deep voice, almost mechanical, broke the silence.

“Who are you? Where am I?” voices echoed as you spoke at the dark figure in front of you.

“I am here to make a deal,” the dark blur continued. “We have observed your capabilities and have concluded that you would be a suitable asset for us.” It wasn’t long after until your vision cleared up, and you could see the person talking to you. He sat directly on the opposite side of you, looking inscrutable. Never mind, he wore an expressionless mask that covered his entire face.

“Tch, and I thought cheap Halloween masks were my thing.”

"We have heard about the machinery you can produce, and like them to be a valuable addition to our annual games."

"Games?" you question. "You brought me here to make some party games for you?"

"These games are different, and quite possibly may be of your liking," he said.

Ah, you get it now. "So you want me to help you create a killing game?" This definitely wasn't the first time someone asked you to build stuff for them. "What's in it for me?"

"We can guarantee your freedom and safety," the guy in black continued. He opened a large briefcase in front of him. "And we will also give you this."

Piles of money were stashed neatly inside. There was no doubt that there was at least ten million won in there, no, even more maybe. You’ll admit it, there was a lot, but it’s not anything new to you.

“I don’t need my freedom and safety to be in your hands,” you scoff. “And money means no shit to me”

“We understand that you are an independent individual, and have expected your reluctance,” he answered. “We still had hope that we could convince you to join. Trust us, we can all help each other.”

“Who the fuck is ‘we’?” you exclaimed. “I don’t even know who you are, how am I supposed to know about every other person you are referring to? Why the fuck should I trust you?”

“You are Y/N, an infamous serial killer who used advanced technology to eliminate your victims and discarded them in unique ways. Your years of murder were finally put to an end when you were caught in October 2007,” he said. “I am the Front Man here. The point of our organisation is to allow everyone an opportunity to redeem themselves here.”

“Well, looks like you have done your research,” you acknowledge. “Firstly, I don’t see myself as just a serial killer. I like to call myself more of an artist.” You slightly lean closer. “Secondly, if you know me so well, why did you leave one of my hands uncuffed? I can easily pick one of these,” a grin widened on your face, “aren’t you afraid I can kill you right here if I wanted to?”

“I know how foolish this may be, but this was to prove that we trust you,” he reached into his pocket and revealed a gun. “If you don’t cooperate, I can kill you right here if I wanted to as well.”

“Bullshit.” Your grin slightly grew. “If you trusted me, you wouldn’t keep using the term ‘we’. You are nothing but a minion, aren’t you?”

“I cannot disclose any information about the Host if that’s what you are implying.”

“I’m just saying, why should I accept your offer if you can’t do one simple thing of trusting me? Come here then, prove to me that you trust me as much as you trust your boss’s orders.”

“You have to promise to stay.”

“Sheesh, you must be obsessed with me if you need me that badly. Come on then, I will stay if you prove you actually have faith in me.”

Slowly, he followed your orders and crept closer to you. “Still so hesitant. Put the gun down, and come down here.”

The Front Man put his gun down, away from where he could reach. He kneeled down closer to you until you could see a little shine in his eyes behind the mask. The realisation of the power you now had soiled your brain. There was so much you can do now with your captor vulnerable like this, you decide you should take this opportunity to have some fun.

"You can see my face, show me yours now," you say as you slip your uncuffed hand underneath his hoodie, brushing his hair.

The Front Man grabs your wrist and pushes it aside. "I have already shown you my trust, now keep your end of the deal and join us."

"Did I say that?"

"You said you would stay."

"Yeah, stay here. It's not like I am going anywhere anyway," you let out a slight, maniacal giggle.

"This conversation is not leading anywhere. I will wait for your final decision,” he remarked as he was about to leave.

"Pff, boring. Don't you ever have anything fun to do?" As he was about to walk away, you grab his hand.

"Let go."

"Loosen up a little," you said. "I bet you never had real fun before." His hand slightly quivered, making you feel more powerful. "Did you know, fear can lead to arousal."

Within a second, you pull his hand towards in between your thighs. Biting your bottom lip, you lock his hand until all he could do is try to struggle to release it. "Aa, fuck~ You know you want to.~"

He stops after his second attempt to release his hand, staring dead into your eyes.

"You are making a mistake."

"Puh-lease, I am only helping you," you answer. "It's clear to me that you don’t follow anything beyond your orders. I am the one giving you a chance now, a chance for your freedom, a chance to take what you deserve."

"What exactly do you think you can give me?"

"Everyone needs a little slut to show what one is really capable of," you remark in a suggestive tone, "Or perhaps you actually like being a little bitch who obeys commands." He makes no comment.

Your moans mixed with small cackles as you grinded yourself on his hand. "Aaa~ Mister, or do you prefer master? You are going to make me come~"

Roughly, he pulls his hand away, claiming back his ownership. "That's enough."

“Pussy,” you pouted while you watch him take his gloves off. “You can’t stay like this forever. Even someone like you will end up snapping.”

“You act like you know what I need, but I can easily see what you truly desire.”

He certainly knew how to keep stoic. “And what might that be?”

“You act like you are divine, but even you know it’s to hide how pathetic you really are,” he stated.

“You better watch your words, Mr Front Man.”

“Along with that, the lack of physical contact has driven you to feel desire in many different ways,” he said while still sounding monotonous. “You have reached so low that you crave the slightest forms of touch. I can see the temptation right through your eyes.”

“What are you, a detective?”

“Maybe I was.”

You were about to make another silly remark, but while you least expected it the Front Man cuffed your free hand onto the chair.

“Hey, what do you think you ar-” before you could finish, the Front Man’s hand slipped in between your legs, lining up with your entrance.

The sudden loss of dominance silenced you. You tried to struggle your way out, but all you could feel was the presence of the man in front of you enjoying it. Maybe deep down, you actually wanted this shift of power.

His fingers outlined your passage. “This should help you behave.”

“I could kill you for this you know?”

“Why would you? ‘You know you want to’,” his final comment was before he forcibly slid one of his fingers in. Ah, you felt yourself wrap around him. His constant glaze at you made you feel more embarrassed than you should. God, he was really showing you who was in charge here. Slowly, he built up momentum, pushing his finger in and out of your insides. He explored through your tunnel in many ways, enough to prevent each other from getting bored.

Another one slipped in, creating a scissoring motion inside you. You bite your cheeks in order to hide any unwanted sounds coming out of your mouth. Fuck, why was he good at this? He penetrated his fingers in you steadily, but with a strong passion. He knows how to make you feel good. If he kept this up he might as well-

A third finger slipped in, and this time you bite yourself harder. This is the most you recall ever being in you. The glare from behind the Front Man’s mask intensified as he kept tampering with your insides. It wasn’t clear whether he was constantly observing in case you escape, to make sure you were enjoying it, or just for him to see you weak. You didn’t know whether to moan loudly to spite him or to keep silent and show how much you hate being used as a tool. Like that would matter, he brought you here to use you in one way or another. It didn’t matter whether it was for your labour or his own personal pleasure. Just when you thought you could not get any more exposed and helpless, his touch suddenly sent a shock through your spine.

“Found it,” he said when he noticed your reaction, despite how hard you tried to hide that pleasure. His police instincts made him more perceptive than anyone else.

“Fuck you.”

“No, I am the one fucking you.” He strongly brushed his fingers past that one sweet spot, making you grunt.

Oh god, you were close. How could you possibly already come this close? Surely you could last at least a few minutes, he barely even did anything to you. But no, you were coming, and he knew it. His mask may be emotionless but his lust was clearly seen. Just as you were about to climax, he drew his fingers back out.

“What the fuck?”

“I thought you didn’t like it.”

“Didn’t mean you could stop.”

“Why should I keep going? You are no use to me.”

Damn, he was making you do it no matter what.

“Fine, I will join your team or whatever. Just don’t leave me turned on here like this!”

“I can do whatever I want with you.” Man, was he really testing your limits. “Not only will you listen and work with us, but you will learn to respect the way we do things here. Only then, I will reward you.”

There was nothing you could do. Your desire had grown way too far, and there was no stopping now. You couldn’t kill him either, not like this. What was the worst that could happen?

“Alright, I promise I will be an obedient little pig. Just hurry up and finish what you started.”

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