#holy shit the atmosphere is breathtaking
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opposites attract
pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader
summary: people would call you and jenna the old married couple from across the street, you'd always argue. you hate each other so much, but you love each other even more.
word count: 2.1k+
warnings: alcohol, goofiness, hilarious imo
based off request! (love you 🦦)
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ME AGAIN. I JUST LOVE TO SEND OUT REQUESTS FOR SPECIFIC WRITERS 🙏🏻
Jenna Ortega! x Reader!
"In every friend group, there are always two people arguing"
holy shit this dynamic is so cute, it's like wherein obvi J and R likes to argue a lot, whether it be going out w friends, in set, sleepovers, literally just everywhere all the time.. In the end obviously they get together 🙈 YOU CAN DO ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER W THE PLOT IF YOU'D LIKE.
Completely understand if the request isn't taken!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM, I LOVE YOU
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It’s silent on set where Scream is being filmed. Silence would’ve filled your break room, that would be if you and Jenna weren’t damn yelling at each other over the littlest of things.
“You fucking cheated!” You accuse, pointing your finger at her as you go crazy and throw your Uno cards everywhere.
The tinier girl puts her hands up, putting one to her chest to pretend to be offended, “The Y/N is accusing me of cheating? When will I clearly won fair and square?”
That throws you off the edge, screaming into a pillow and kicking your feet, then throwing the pillow straight to her head. “I saw you looking at my cards dumbass!”
The atmosphere is chaotic as you two throw pillows at each other, one of them hits Melissa in the nose, “Hey!” She goes, throwing a pillow to Mason, which throws it to Jasmine.
Everyone is throwing their pillows at each other, screaming and laughing. Actually, not everyone is screaming, the only ones are you and Jenna.
“I WAS GLANCING AT THE SCENERY.”
“SINCE WHEN WAS THE SCENERY MY CARDS?” You yell, throwing the stuffed animal at her.
Jasmine nudges Melissa, who lets her pillow down and lets her friend whisper in her ear, “Who’s going to tell them that they’re flirting?”
A cackle escapes the other actress, “She’s definitely always thinking Y/N is the beautiful scenery. In which she is, she’s like the days that have the best sunsets. She’s a sweetheart.”
That was true. Although Jenna won’t admit it. You were breathtaking. You were like the movie that everyone wants to watch again for the first time. Whose voice was a gentle lullaby that lulled those into a peaceful rest. A work of art, Jenna would say. A work of art she’d fucking hate, yet still buy it’s worth for billions of dollars more than they should be.
“Okay FINE! I peeked! I just saw that you had a yellow seven! That’s it!”
“Exactly!” You say, throwing the stuffed animal up and victory, “Nuh uh, you also said half-way through the game as a joke “I bet you have a blue four,” and I had a blue four!”
“FINE, but that was all!”
“Whatever.”
Mason rolls his eyes as he leans back into his chair, throwing a huge stuffed animal and making you collapse and go, “Hey!”
“They’re gonna get married one day, they’re like an old married couple,” He states, and everyone that hears agrees, except you two. You two are too caught up with arguing with each other, smacking pillows at each other.
“Asshole.”
Grunt!
“Bitch.”
Smack!
“Weirdo!”
“Goofball!”
Plomp!
“Silly!”
“Pretty!”
“Sweet girl.”
“Lovely!”
“Gosh, well aren’t they oblivious?” Jasmine scoffs, “Their flirting and don't even know it, they’ll use that as an excuse for another argument again. Melissa watches, amused, and laughing in the background with a cackle. You two are hitting each other with any pillows you can find.
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y/n_l/n this is very not an appreciation post for jenna, the first two i'm posting cause she told me not to but she cheated in uno and she's getting what she deserves! (someone save me from this mad woman)
#justicefory/n i hate you @jennaortega
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melissabarreram: My babies #justicefory/n
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natalieortega1: Love you
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crunchybaguette55: y/n is seriously blessing us with these photos
aliyah.ortega: nah why is jenna more flexible than me
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user839: watch jenna is gonna post something about her
jasminsavoy: lovebirds
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y/n'spersonalbag: SHE POSTED I'M EARLY
jennaortega: I hate you
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Melissa screams while the members of the cast begin to elevate up the roller coaster.
“Oh god!” Mason shouts, while you two begin to lift off the floor from the free fall device.
“If the machine were to break and fall, would we bounce out of our seats or bang our head?” Jenna questions, looking down at her feet that are currently 100 to 150 feet off the ground.
You’re right next to her, yet you have to shout because of how loud the machine is, “Nuh uh! None of that stuff, if the machine were to break, then the starting point wouldn’t be as lifted and our feet would probably dislocate.”
“Pfft, nonsense,” Jenna rolls her eyes, and you try kicking her but as you reach the top, it slowly begins to stop lifting up.
“Guys!” Jasmine yells, looking down at the floor, she’s still holding her pretzel in her hand. The people below you now look like at least the size of a caterpillar.
“It’s kind of tall!” Melissa says, but she’s giggling.
“No damn shit!” You say, looking at the floor and preparing for your heart to fly out of your chest, “Hold my hand!” Jenna jokes while you roll her eyes at her.
When you stop at the top, the machine makes a loud “TCCHhhHH” noise, and you are all still.
“I DON’T WANNA DIE,” Mikey and Devyn cry, screaming.
“We haven’t even gone down- YET!” Everyone starts screaming as the seats you’re in descends at fast speeds. You all scream, high pitched, wails, singing to get your mind off of whatever. Devyn and Jasmine flutter their eyes and do a peace sign when the camera flashes.
You close your eyes, the machine goes back up, then down, you’re screaming, laughing as Mason’s sandal falls out, “No! My shoe!”
It hits the person operating the roller coaster.
Somehow, your hand finds Jenna’s as you cling onto it, she doesn’t let go, giggling with you as you two fall. It was a nice moment, the breeze in your hair with the sunset saying hello. Except you don’t know if the moment got better or was ruined because before you can appreciate it, Jasmine screams, louder than she had when everyone dropped.
“My pretzels!” She screams, falling out of her hand and flying into the air, the cinnamon pretzels falling and smacking you and Jenna in the face as you feel a flash in your face again, you pose just as it clicks.
“I WANNA GO HOME!” Mason wails, “Where the fuck is my shoe? MY SHOE!”
By the time you reach ground level, everyone’s hair is ruffled, eyes dazed as your legs shake when you leave the machine.
You’re still holding hands with Jenna as you almost collapse on each other, you feel dizzy, probably because the machine was damn spinning and a pretzel got smacked into your face.
"You okay?" she asks, looking at your dizzied form.
"Mmhm, are you okay?" you ask, the feeling of throwing up going away.
She nods, letting you cling onto her as she hugs you tight.
"You're so weak," she teases.
"Says the one who screamed more from a pretzel being thrown in her face than the actual ride."
She smacks you, but nonetheless, still holds you tight to her chest.
Mason looks at the floor, and claps, turning happy, “My sandal!”
Everyone is groaning, Melissa is snorting and looking sick while Devyn and Jasmine shove their hands through the little amount of pretzels left in their bag.
You’re not surprised when everyone busts out laughing, pointing at the pictures of you on the rollercoaster. The first one, Devyn and Jasmine were making peace signs while somehow being able to do the slightest pose, Mason’s shoe is flying and you can see his mouth wide open with one foot barefoot, Melissa is smiling with cotton candy in her mouth, and you and Jenna are screaming and clinging onto each other.
The next one gets more chaotic, with Jasmine and Devyn looking horrified, the whole picture has pretzels flying and hits Jenna and you square in the head. Yet, the frame only catches Jenna’s face being smacked while you’re posing with your hands and blowing a kiss.
You’re laughing so hard, everyone is buying the photos, you can’t stop laughing as Jenna screams from the horror.
“How did they only take a picture when the pretzel gets to me?" She groans.
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jennaortega i don't know how that little girl managed to hide all her bad photos on my phone but melissa took a photo of her falling asleep on my shoulder, i did not cheat! cancel!! @y/n_l/n
jasminsavoy: little? girl, you're the size of a strawberry.
↳ jennaortega: fuck you respectfully
y/n_l/n: NO i was sleeping because filming was so long
↳ jennaortega: yeah and you decided to sleep on my shoulder, do you know how heavy your head is?
↳ y/n_l/n: meanie
jennasorange: I love you Jenna please notice me
melissabarreram: Love!
natalieortega1: My girls
fruitrollupsa: omg someone confirm are they official
jackchampion: I saw you looking at y/n's cards
↳ jennaortega: no you didn't
↳ jackchampion: actually i did 🤓☝️
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It was a little after sunset, where outside is painted a blue and purple sky.
“To a long day of maintaining our sanity for today’s long duration of filming!” Devyn says, raising her drink.
“To a long day of maintaining our sanity!” Everyone else cheers, you bring your drinks up and clank them with one another before downing it.
You liked it like this. Having parties every Friday with your scream cast. They were your family, most times you’d have sleepovers, play card games, video games, gossip. Silly photos were taken, and these polaroids were always hung on your wall of memories, Melissa holding her puppy while doing a bridge gymnastic pose, risking her skull from literally cracking.
You take the sip of beer in your hands, with a wide smile on your face. It’s nice knowing you have a group that you can easily fit in, you don’t have to think to speak, you can just do it freely.
A few minutes turn into an hour.
Melissa turns to you, pointing at you and smiling, "You're going to be the first one to get wasted, your cheeks are all pink."
"No their not!" You retaliate, a small slur to your words as you lean on the couch for balance.
"Right," Jasmine says, sarcastically as Jack and Mason are screaming at each other.
"Jack no! If you take that one off then the whole tower will fall! We can't lose!" Mason screams, the Jenga tower tilting.
You giggle.
You catch sight of Jenna and you throw your arms up, stumbling to her while slurring her name slightly, "Jennaaaa, where were youu?"
The brunette looks at you, confusion shown in her futures as she looks at your tiny self, looking up at her and tugging at the collar of her shirt. Your eyes sparkle.
"You're seriously already a little drunk?" She questions, amused as you groan and shake your head, "Noo, shut 'p. You're drunk tooo Jennifer. I literally am not drunk, I know waaht m doing."
"Right, right."
"Jennifer, kiss my forehead,"
"If you call me Jennifer one more time I swear to-"
"Jellybean?"
Jenna rolls her eyes, hugging you and kissing your forehead, "Love you," she murmurs.
"I love you tooo."
She sits you down to the couch where you get the sight of Mason, Jack, Melissa, and Liana are battling each other in Jenga.
"I'm not drunk, I just drank a little, I'm perfectly fine," she states. You don't say anything, instead distract yourself with the large jacket draped over her, you tug it, "I'm cold, give me that."
Jenna looks down at you, trying to take off her jacket, "Hey! What if I'm cold too?"
"Can we share?"
Jenna sighs, rolling her eyes, "Come here," you nestle into her as the jacket plays as a blanket.
It's not enough to cover the two of you, so she throws it into her bag and grabs a large blanket and lays it on the floor. The hollers of the Jenga crew grow loud as the tower tumbles over because of Jack.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT ONE IT WAS GOING TO FALL"
"OH YEAH, oops. I forgot." Jack says, putting his hands up in surrender.
The blanket is huge, it can fit at least 4 people.
"Hey Melissa, over here, let's turn into a burrito or something." The taller Latina that's non-occupied looks at you two, seeing the way you're already laying on the blanket, ready to be wrapped up.
You're squished in the middle as Melissa giggles and Jenna begins to roll over and wrap you 3 in the blanket.
"Oh my god," you three roll till the blanket space runs out, now you guys are cuddled, nestling into each other.
Cozy for sure, all of their arms are wrapped around you and each other as you close your eyes, getting comfortable.
"I hate you two," Jenna murmurs, both you and Melissa go "me too" before you two are silent.
"No you don't," you slur, "You love us."
"I don't, I love you guys," she giggles, and you and Melissa smile, hugging each other and letting the sound of music from the party echoing in your ears.
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a/n: didn't know how to make them confess, so the ending is kind of suggested that they did? hopefully that's okay<3
#jenna ortega x fem!reader#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega imagine#jenna ortega x reader#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x you#vada cavell x reader#jenna marie ortega#jenna ortega x y/n#vada cavell x y/n
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Off-track
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x driver!female reader
Request: Heeey! I love the way you write and i have a little request. Idk I just thought about it :)). Charles and reader they meet at a traffic light or in traffic, and they just agree to race a little when the light turns green. Thank you💖
Warning: a lot of cursing.
a/n: so i made the reader into a driver because i couldn’t think of any other context tbh. I’m sorry if that is annoying to anyone😅 Please be responsible drivers and don’t do dangerous things such as street racing irl!!
The rage inside you after you had crossed the finish line could enable you to tear down a full, mighty building with your plain, bare hands.
P2 couldn't have meant any less, not when the win was snatched right out of your grasp just two laps before the end of the race.
Charles fucking Leclerc.
You could've literally killed him as you got out of the cockpit in parc-fermé but you desperately wanted to do it when you watched the red Ferrari fly past your car on track.
"Irrational reactions cost too much." Your team principal had warned you when he saw how furious you were and how you were glaring at Charles' back in the cooldown room.
Admitting it felt like a defeat, but he was right. So you sucked it up, got on the podium, drank some champagne and faked some smiles then left without any further words to anyone.
Like a lot of F1 drivers, you chose to live in Monaco. You were oblivious to why each different driver chose to live there but you did purely because you loved its atmosphere. It felt like the holy grail of Formula 1 and sport cars and you were more than there for it. You loved it.
Therefore, flying home was always something you looked forward to, what explained the slightly better mood you were on when you boarded the plane after the race, your trophy in hand. You just went home and slept the exhaustion off, only waking up in the evening when your friend called you repeatedly, practically begging you to show up at a party just a few minutes away.
Having turned down way too many invites in the last few weeks, you agreed and got dressed in a black dress but ditched the heels for something comfier.
It was a few minutes before you were out the door and in your car, your pride and joy.
Deciding that you weren't in the mood for trafic and just wanted to speed down the road, you took a backroad. Sure, it wasn't deserted but it had way fewer cars than the main road. You smiled and let down the car windows, allowing the wind to breeze in as your foot pressed down on the gas pedal, the smooth sound of the engine being enough to calm you down after so much anger.
You were so relaxed as you took your time driving to your friends until you reached a red light. You stopped the car and looked out of your window towards the beautiful scenery of the night sky blending in with the dark sea, both of them littered with small sparkles, stars and boats. It was breathtaking until your view got obstructed by a car pulling up beside you. A fucking Ferrari Pista 488 Spyder. That matte black one everyone in the whole country of Monaco knew.
"You're fucking shitting me right now." You cussed under your breath, both your hands now fisting your steering wheel as you averted your attention to the street in front of you, trying to ignore the asshole who stole your win just a few hours ago.
Sure, the two of you were friendly but he was your rival and it was past half the season and the points were too close for comfort so the tension between you two was through the roof.
Charles noticed you right away. After all, your car was just as famous as his among people. For some reason, when he saw you mutter and turn away from him, he decided he wanted your attention. Smirking, he started loudly revving up the car while keeping it in its spot next to yours. He kept doing that, his engine sounding louder by the second until you felt yourself going insane.
"What?" You snapped you head in his direction and shouted at him.
It made your blood boil when he stopped his act and laughed.
"Race me. Get your revenge, babe."
"Fuck off, Leclerc." You looked away.
"What? You're obviously still mad i overtook you, so race me."
"You want me to race you? Fine."
You didn't even wait to see his reaction, you just stepped hard on the gas and the car shot down the street, taking Charles by surprise.
In your rear view mirror, you could see him hot on your tail, actually trying to catch up to you and somehow, despite you starting before him, he was close to passing you.
It was barely any time before he shot past you, honking at you as he did so. It enraged you.
In a matter of seconds, traction control was off and the car was switched on race mode. You foot was pushing the gas pedal down to the floor, your face twisted with anger. You were determined to overtake him.
"Over my fucking dead body, Leclerc." You said to yourself as you watched his car become closer as you accelerated, eventually becoming parallel to yours and he was fucking smiling.
It made you push the car to its limits and soon enough, you flew past him, quickly putting a decent distance between the two of you.
That's when it sunk in, what madness you were engaging in. Your manager would be furious and you wouldn't hear the end of it if everyone found out about this.
"Shit, what am i doing?" you kept repeating as you pulled up on the side of the road, taking in how unprofessional and unsafe that was.
Charles' cars pulled up behind yours and he got out quickly.
"I was joking but you won, i guess. Hope that did it for you but what the fuck has gotten into you? I thought we were good." He bent down and leaned on your window.
"Shut up."
"Alright, alright. I hope you remind yourself that it's racing and i will do anything to win just like you would."
"You fucking pushed me off track, Leclerc so don't hit me with that racing bullshit." You opened your door and got out, pushing him away in the process.
"It's not my fucking fault that you have no regard to track limits!"
"Oh, please. You knew exactly what you were doing!"
"Alright, whatever. Enjoy your night, princess." He waved you off and walked away.
This wasn't good. The PR team would hate you if they found out you initiated an off-track rivalry with Charles so you sighed and called for him.
"Charles..."
He heard you. You knew he heard you but ignored you.
"Charles... I'm sorry."
Yeah, that did the trick. He stopped walking and quickly turned to look at you at the sound of those words.
"You're what?"
"I'm sorry. Our teams will hate us if we start a fight."
"Oh, that's why you're sorry. Our teams. Okay, yeah. We're good. Bye." He curtly nodded and continued his way to open his car door.
You stormed toward him.
"Why else would i be sorry, Charles?"
"I don't know... Maybe human decency, or wanting to keeping whatever friendship we have." He shrugged and tossed his phone onto the driver's seat of his car, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You're my rival."
"So?"
"So it's basically impossible to be friends!"
"Okay, i'll talk to you in a few months then." He got into his car and drove off.
Your stared at the back of his car until it disappeared out of sight, questioning what the hell he wanted. He left you dumbfounded because you never thought he'd want to be friends with you but you were even more weirded out that you were now looking forward for the season to end. Frowning, you shook that idea out of your mind, not believing you even thought of things that way, got back into your car and drove off to the party, your thoughts still about the monégasque.
Guess you'll have to wait a few months to see what he wanted.
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Distracted — Five Hargreeves
Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”
Smut prompts :
30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”
31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”
61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”
96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”
Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.
Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)
Word count: 4k
A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!
I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.
Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)
English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.
Requests are open. Love you ❤️
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Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.
Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.
Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.
And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.
You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.
But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.
You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”
Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.
It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.
“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.
This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.
There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.
But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.
“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.
“And you can't wait ?!”
This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.
“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.
Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!
"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.
You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”
What?! Fucking what?!
Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!
"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”
Oh, no. Oh fucking no.
Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.
"What a fuck ..."
But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.
"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.
You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.
Holy shit.
It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.
But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.
And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.
Well…until now.
Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.
"You called me a child, didn't you?"
You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.
"I will show you my age!"
Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.
That was a really kiss.
You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.
"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.
"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.
You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.
“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”
His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.
Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.
Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.
Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.
“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.
You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.
“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”
His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.
"Y-yes." You whined.
“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.
You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.
“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."
Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.
This son of fucking bitch!
- - -
You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.
Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.
And you were already crazy.
In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.
You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.
And after seven days, you gave in.
It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.
“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.
Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.
"Traffic."
You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.
“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.
"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”
He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."
You shrugged. “Okay.”
"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.
“No, why?”
“It tastes different.” He drank some more.
“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.
You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.
As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.
Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.
"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.
In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.
"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.
You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.
“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.
"I knew you would be a good girl for me."
Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.
God, you wanted him so fucking much...
“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.
You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"
“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.
You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.
"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.
"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"
You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.
"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.
"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”
You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.
"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.
“Y-yes! Please!”
Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:
"How hard?"
"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."
That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.
Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "
Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.
This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.
"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.
“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.
Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.
“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.
Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.
"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”
"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.
"Answer!" One more slap.
"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.
Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.
"Such a good bitch."
Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.
"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.
Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.
You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.
"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.
"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.
Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:
"Wait!"
Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.
"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.
But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.
“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.
Did you blink a few times “No?”
“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”
You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.
“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.
You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.
"No." You mumbled.
Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.
And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.
Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.
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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆
Lost Boys x Reader
Platonic
Summary: You’ve lived in Santa Carla your entire life, yet you never stepped foot on the boardwalk. After meeting the boys, you now know why your parents have been painting such a violent image of the California beach town.
Warnings: The works (barely though)
Masterlist
(Not My GIF)
Santa Carla.
A summer night Wonderland or Murder Capitol of the World?
You’ve been living in the shanty California town for your entire life, yet you never set foot anywhere near the Boardwalks direction; until now.
Your parents had painted a very dark, vivid image of what resided there; from drunk teens to high punks and even creepers from the next town over. It was safe to say, you weren’t very keen on visiting any time soon. Despite your protests, your friends wanted you to live a little, something about ‘how are you even alive right now?’ and ‘what have you been doing your entire life?’.
“I really think I should go back. You know, my parents will kill me if they found out I was even here-” Your protests were cut off by the short redhead to your left,
“Nonsense!” Cynthia cried out, tightening the hold she had on your hand while Bailey grinned as her cheery and uplifting mood. Despite their smiles and reassurances, the heavy feeling in your chest didn’t go away; not even a smidge.
You opened your mouth to respond, but was cut off once again. Your pupils dilated, taking in all the bright neon lights and the mirages of flashing pinks, blues and greens. The sweet alluring smell of cotton candy and funnel caked overwhelmed the stench of pot, gently soothing your nerves until you sported the same grin resting on your friends faces.
The atmosphere rivaled Disneyland. sike
“You were being serious about never coming here, huh?” Bailey asks after thanking the ticket booth worker.
“Completely,” You uttered, staring in awe at the game booths, shops and plush prizes.
“Come on then! We have a lot to show you!”
Your heels no longer scraped against the rickety floor of the boardwalk; the excitement of finally being able to experience what you had been shielded from your entire life finally taking over your entire being. Cheeks hurting, legs aching, eyes burning; these were all the symptoms of running around the boardwalk all night. Not that you cared. At that moment in time, you had truly found your freedom, and you wanted to live that night to the fullest extent.
all good things, however great, come to an end.
And that came in the form of five surfer Nazi’s surrounding the three of you by the carousel.
You would have been scared shitless if it wasn’t for the tourist and locals sticking around. Hell, you were pretty sure Bailey was close to passing out.
“How about you girls come with us?” One asked, a malicious grin rising to his lips. Your own pressed together on a thin line, hand tightly grasping Cynthia’s own. “We can show you a good time,” The group laughed, nudging back Bailey who had attempted to slip between a bald and muscular surfer.
“Maybe some other time,” Cynthia responded with a shaky smile. She nudged you before continuing, “We have to get home-”
“Oh really? But the party’s just begun!” They all laughed once again before an arm wrapped around your shoulders. You ripped yourself away, glaring at the surfer. Cynthia and Bailey watched you with wide eyes, surprised that you hadn’t been so easily swayed by the punks. “Don’t be like that girly-”
“Then don’t touch me,” You spat out, swatting his hand away from your arm.
By now, a midsized crowd had formed, watching the interaction with prying eyes, and a sense of self-preservation. Unbeknownst to the surfers, the Lost Boys were in the crowd, ready to step in once things got heavy.
David glanced at Paul, who was pushing his way past some of the locals, then at Dwayne, who stood beside him. Marko stood by you, eyes locked on the Surfer’s in case they decided to get handsy.
It wasn’t until Bailey cried out that that party got started. Out of the corner of you eye, you managed to see Bailey push Cynthia away from one of the handsy surfers, kneeing him between his legs before screaming. The muscular surfer moved to grab you, but was met with knuckles hitting his nose before he could even touch you.
You reared back, suddenly forgetting the good time you had prior to now, before yelling at Bailey and at Cynthia to run. You doubted they could hear you. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping you from becoming pulp on the ground.
The heavy feeling in your chest grew when you realized arms had wrapped around your waist and over your arms. A fist rose to meet your face, yet you couldn't bare to see it. If the surfers didn't kill you, your parents surely would for disobeying their ‘orders’ to stay home.
The punch never came, and an eerie silence had enveloped the crowd. You slowly opened your eyes, only to be met with dirty blonde locks and a colorful-patched jacket.
“Didn’t you know they were with us?” A chill, yet spine-tingling voice asked. Your head snapped towards Bailey and Cynthia, whom were nearly on the verge of passing out before noticing that another blonde had come up to your side, pulling you towards him and away from the surfer constricting you.
You found yourself unconsciously leaning against a Twisted Sister look alike, eyes drooping heavily, giving into the sweet lulling of Nyx’s lullaby. Their words were a buzz in your ear, echoing heavily against he thudding of your slowing heart.
You awoke with a start, sitting up as soon as your eyes snapped open. Your forehead smacked against another, a sharp cry leaving your lips in surprise.
“Holy fuck-” The swear was cut off by a smack, soon followed by laughter.
“Shit! I’m sorry- fuck- are you ok?” You failed to notice you were the one with a bandaged hand. The blonde from before grinned before offering his hand.
“You’re asking me?” You nodded, eyes quirking up before smiling at him.
“Yeah, we just smashed forehead, and it hurt like hell,”
A squeal cut you off, and soon, you were tackled to the ground by none other than a smiley Bailey and Cynthia.
“You’re alright!” Bailey laughed as she spoke, poking your ribs with every other word. “You were so bad ass yesterday-”
“What?”
“You broke the guys nose!” Twisted Sister exclaimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Nearly knocked him out too,” He gave you a slight squeeze before helping you off the ground.
You found yourself staring at the cave you had been taken to, eyes widening before taking in every little detail of the old, caved in hotel. Remnants of wall paper and tacky graffiti covered the wall, a once extravagant fountain holding a fallen chandelier resting in the middle of what was once the main lobby.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The same, cold voice from yesterday night spoke, nearly making you jump.
“Breathtaking,” You replied, smiling at the boy. He sat confidently on the wheelchair, hands wrapped around a bejeweled wine bottle. Twisted Sister’s words quickly came back to you, causing you to turn to the boys. “thank you-”
“For what?” Mullet asked, a smirk etched into his features.
“For yesterday. I wanted to thank you,” You glanced at Bailey and Cynthia, who were laughing and dancing with Twisted Sister and Patches; looking as care free as always. “I know it’ doesn’t seem like a big deal but we would of probably been dead, or worse-”
In an instant, Mullet had stood and offered you the bottle. His icy blue eyes bore into you, watching as you hesitantly touched it, “You are one of us,”
“I really shouldn’t. My parents are probably worried sick-”
“We told them you’re with us!” Bailey said, smiling as she was swung around by Patches “You’ll feel great! I promise!” Cynthia nodded along, eyes widening before she suddenly sat up.
“I totally forgot to introduce you to the guys!” You smiled at her antics, opting to ignore the feeling of a cold arm wrapping around your waist. She swung her arm around Patches, before taking your hand and pulling you to the ‘make-shift’ dance floor. “This is Marko,” Patches grinned at you, thumb soon finding it’s way to his lips. “Twisted Sister look-alike is Paul,”
“I do NOT look like Twisted Sister!” He exclaimed, placing a hand on his chest in faux-mockery.
“Yeah! You can’t disrespect Dee Snider like that!” You chimed in, laughing when Paul playfully shoved you.
“This little prince is Laddie!” The boy smiled shyly at you, before turning his attention to his brother, “ Dwayne,” Said boy smiled gently at you before you were once again facing Mullet. “And this is David!” He held the bottle out towards you, now uncorked, and grinned when you gently took it.
“You’re one of us, (Y/n),”
You smelled it; a sweet copper scent fulling your lungs. Pressured by the cheers of your friends, you placed the opening of the bottle to your lips, and took a long sip.
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Twice reaction to having to kiss their crush during Spin the Bottle
Nayeon
Nayeon almost squealed in joy when the bottle ended up pointing at you. She truly was the luckiest girl on this planet. Only with great difficulty, she managed not to grin like a Cheshire cat.
“Y/N, I guess I have to kiss you.”
She smirked while already crawling over to you, causing you to chuckle. You definitely knew that she had a crush on you due to the fact that she was very bad at hiding her emotions and that she, therefore, was more than enjoying this. Excitedly, Nayeon cupped your face as soon as she was sitting in front of you and put your lips together without hesitation. Her smile didn’t falter for a second and grew even bigger with every second that your kiss lasted.
Who would have thought that this night would be the best of her life?
Jeongyeon
Oh no
As soon as the bottle came to a halt, Jeongyeon’s heartbeat ceased completely. She had known that it was a stupid idea to play this game.
“Ouuu Jeongyeon has to kiss Y/N.”
Nayeon cooed next to her, causing her to roll her eyes in annoyance. Jeongyeon knew that if she would hesitate, the older member would make comments until you would figure out that she had a crush on you. But she couldn’t have you know that. Therefore, Jeongyeon inhaled deeply before getting on her feet to walk over to you.
“It’s not a big deal.”
She scoffed, pretending like her heart wasn’t jumping out of her chest right now.
As soon as the two of you were face to face, Jeongyeon quickly leaned down and pecked your lips, knowing fully well that she would chicken out if she would look into your eyes for too long. Only when she pulled away, she couldn’t pretend to be unfazed by all of this anymore.
“Holy shit.”
Momo
Momo stared at the bottle completely paralyzed. She had known that the bottle could theoretically end up pointing at you, but she hadn’t really thought about the consequences beforehand. Only now that the rest of the players demanded her to kiss you, everything began sinking in. Panicked, she looked at Sana and Nayeon who were sitting next to her and nudging her to finally go over to you.
“Go, kiss Y/N.”
Sana snickered amused, causing Momo to stiffly walk over to you.
“Come on, Momo. It’s just a kiss.”
You smiled encouragingly when Momo didn’t make a move to lean in and she laughed as if this weren’t a big deal for her before slowly closing the distance between the two of you.
If you only knew that you were literally making her head spin right now.
Sana
Sana’s eyes immediately met yours once the bottle stopped spinning. A thousand different emotions washed over her at once; nervousness, excitement, joy, anxiety... She had hoped that she would have to kiss you, nevertheless, she didn’t feel prepared now. But there was no time for second-guessing. Therefore, Sana slowly made her way over to you before kneeling down in front of you.
“I’m going to kiss you now, ok?”
She asked shyly and when you nodded, an excited giggle escaped her mouth.
Gently, she pressed her lips on yours for a sweet and short kiss before pulling away with the biggest smile on her face. This was better than everything that she had ever imagined.
Jihyo
“What a coincidence.”
Jeongyeon chuckled once the bottle came to a halt and Jihyo threw a death glare at her to shut her up.
Ok, she got this. This was just a game.
But when Jihyo turned her head to look at you, her heart began hammering against her ribcage. She had dreamt about kissing your lips for so long that she wasn’t so sure if she could handle it right now. You, however, seemed to be completely calm, wherefore Jihyo tried to look as unbothered as possible.
She couldn’t make a fool out of herself.
Without any more hesitation, she hastily closed the distance between the two of you, causing her breath to hitch once your lips met. In complete awe, she pulled away after some seconds and stared at you speechlessly. How could such a rushed kiss make her feel so many things?
Mina
There were some things that made Mina nervous beyond belief. Leading the list of those things were big crowds and... you, wherefore she tried to avoid those two as often as possible. Nevertheless, she found herself surrounded by a lot of people and you right now, much to her chagrin.
“Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.”
Everyone around her chanted and Mina wished that the ground would open up and swallow her.
But unfortunately, there was no way of out of this.
Therefore, Mina shyly turned to you while trying to calm her nerves. Don’t overthink this, she told herself, but it was already too late for that.
Do I wait for Y/N to close the distance? How long should we kiss? Where do I put my hands?
Questions upon questions caused Mina’s head to spin until she eventually couldn’t stand all the expectant gazes on her. In lightning speed, she leaned forward to connect your lips in a kiss that lasted less than a second before pulling away.
She would never be able to look into your eyes again.
Dahyun
“Ooooh Dahyun has to kiss Y/N.”
Chaeyoung cooed beside her, causing Dahyun to gulp.
“Like on the cheek?”
She asked nervously, although she knew that those weren’t the rules of the game.
“Nope on the lips.”
Chaeyoung smirked and Dahyun laughed forced in response before mirroring your behavior and shuffling a little closer to the middle in order to kiss you. She really wanted to make a joke right now to calm her nerves and to lighten the atmosphere, but when she looked at you, her mind went completely blank. Her head automatically inched closer to yours while her gaze darted back and forth between your eyes and your lips. Only when she could feel your breath tickling her skin, she closed her eyes to savor the kiss. The feeling was breathtaking and Dahyun cursed all the people around you. She didn’t want to pull away yet, but there was not enough privacy here. Therefore, she broke the kiss and slowly moved away. As soon as your eyes met though, she couldn’t suppress a dopey grin and she giggled sheepishly.
Hopefully you had been feeling the same.
Chaeyoung
Since when was it so hot in the room?
As soon as Chaeyoung realized who she had to kiss, she could feel her cheeks burning. Nervously, she looked at you and cleared her throat.
“Um...seems like I have to kiss you.”
She mumbled and you giggled in response.
“Seems like it.”
You nodded and Chaeyoung inhaled deeply before slowly leaning forward. She stopped shortly before your lips touched though to give you the chance to close the distance which you did without hesitation. Her hand automatically found its way to your cheek, holding you gently in place until you pulled away again.
If it had been up to her, you would still be kissing.
Tzuyu
The gasps that went through the group when the bottle stopped spinning caused Tzuyu to blush. If her members were any more obvious, you would figure out that she had a crush on you in no time. Confused, you looked around as the others expectantly looked back and forth between the two of you. It was clear that they would not shut up about this soon, but Tzuyu didn’t let herself be bothered by that now. This was just a game and she would just kiss another player like all the other persons before her. For you this kiss probably meant nothing, therefore, she shouldn’t make a big deal out of it either.
Without hesitation, Tzuyu pressed her lips on yours before pulling away as fast as she had leaned in. She could hear that her unnies were making some excited remarks around her, but she couldn’t understand a single word as she stared at your lips in astonishment.
Maybe this was a big deal after all.
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Nervous Flirtation
Minghao x Reader
Fluff, some swearing, mentions of being anxious
1,735 words
Summary: with a little push from Seungkwan, Minghao & Y/n finally try being more than friends
“Your constant pacing is stressing me out,” the brunette patted at his sweaty cheeks, “can you please take a chill pill and sit down”
You turned your head, glancing at your friend who’s hand was shaking against his bouncing knee, “why are you stressed? I’m the one going on a date- and with Minghao?!” Your voice grew high at the end, hands fanning your face in hopes to cool down.
Seungkwan nodded his head, strands of hair falling in front of his eyes from the sudden movement, “I understand this is like, a new beginning for you guys, but remember, you were best friends first,” you stopped pacing, instead starting to chew your reddening lip as you awaited Seungkwans next words, “that won’t change just because you’re more than friends now.”
Oh how you hated he was right.
You sighed, a long breath slipping between your lips. Taking a seat next to Seungkwan, you rested your head against his shoulder, the blue hairs of his sweater scratching your skin.
“Thank you”
He let out a breathy laugh, wrapping one of his arms around your waist, “for what?”
“For keeping me sane”
“Nah, I just control your insanity and keep it at par with mine,” he patted your side, ring clinking against the metal on your belt, “you’re gonna be fine.” Seungkwan paused for a minute, tilting his head to the side as he considered his next thought.
“Besides, I’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t treat you well. Martial art, numchucks using member or not!”
Your head tilted backwards as you laughed, the vibrations of the boisterous sound shaking yours and Seungkwans sides. A knock on your apartment door caused the two of you to go silent. Your head quickly popped up from Seungkwans shoulder, wide eyes staring at his face. Before you could even bring to ramble, Seungkwan brought a finger up to your face, shushing you as he stood up to het get the door.
Okay this was it. “Stay calm, y/n. It’s just Minghao, he’s your best friend. You just happen to be going on a date with him.” You tried reassuring yourself.
“Hey, y/n. You look gorgeous. I-I mean you always look gorgeous, it’s just- I don’t know” Minghao’s nervous rambling eased your own.
Knowing that you weren’t the only one who had been totally freaking out calmed you down enough to fumble a response, “Thanks, Mings. You look handsome yourself!” The latter smiled, a faint shade of pink spreading on the apples of his cheeks.
Seungkwan coughed, interrupting the slightly awkward and yet really lovey-dovey atmosphere, “oookay. Well I’ll be here when you get back, go have fun!”
You laughed, nodding your head in agreement. You stood up from your seat, legs wobbling just a tad from how long you had been sitting (or maybe it was the anxiety). Giving your friend a quick hug, you then exited your apartment. Minghao followed suit, giving Seungkwan a light grin as he went out the door.
“Use protection! And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
Minghao groaned, flicking off his cackling friend as he shut the door in his face, the sound of Seungkwan's remarks now masked by the wood. He turned to you, shaking his head at your amused face, “don’t even ask”
You snorted, “who said I was gonna ask?”
Minghao scoffed at that, walking to the elevator. Laughing at the complaints that effortlessly flowed off of his tongue, you trailed after the lanky man, entering the elevator as he pressed the button to the main floor.
Lucky for you, your apartment was on the 3rd floor, meaning the ride down was done in a matter of seconds.
The walk to the café was almost as quick as the elevator ride, the coffee shops sign in the distance was becoming more visible as you rounded your apartment buildings corner. Your hands were stuffed inside your jacket pockets, the soft insides warming your gloveless hands. You were sure to have gotten funny looks as you walked beside Minghao, who was dressed in a long black trench coat, as well as the beanie and scarf you had gifted him a few years back, considering you were wearing no winter protection whatsoever.
Or it was the fact he still looked breathtaking in layers of clothing, while you had a bright red nose and specs of blue on your cheeks and were currently shuffling as close as humanly possible against him for warmth.
You were relieved to see the café, your legs quickly speeding to get inside. The familiar, gentle giggle of the man behind you stood out against the traffic as he watched from behind, his own legs picking up pace to escape the cold with you.
The environment was much nicer in the building; snow was replaced by the smell of coffee beans, freezing weather blocked out by the fireplace that was roaring in the back of the room. There were hardly any customers, only a few couples or college students scattered around the shop, sipping their coffee and snacking on their pastries.
“You can sit down if you want, I can order for us?”
You agreed, taking Minghao’s things for him as you went to your guy’s normal area in the back. Before you both realized your feelings for one another, you had frequently visited this specific café together, even becoming good friends with Mrs. Choi who owned the small building. Every time you came, you always went for the back corner, it was farther away from other customers, as well as closer to the back room (Mrs. Choi loved to sneak the two of you free goodies).
You recognized the brown leather chairs that were placed near the fireplace, setting yours and Minghao’s things on the small coffee table that sat in between. You breathed a sigh of relief when you sat in the chair, body immediately sinking against the squishy material. You were here. On a date. With Minghao. Your best friend. It was happening, and you were excited? Nervous? You were anticipating this since you confessed last week, so now was not the time to chicken out!
The sound of footsteps to your right snapped you out of your thoughts, your eyes immediately peering behind the arm rest to meet the soft, honey ones of Minghao. The warm smile that was sprawled across his face as he looked at you made your insides melt, God you loved him.
Pause.
You what him?!
“I got you your favorite coffee,” he began, setting the cup onto the table in front of you, “as well as a strawberry cheesecake scone. I figured you’d wanna try that, I know how much you love cheesecake.” Minghao sat in his typical chair across from you, taking a sip of what you’re assuming is his caramel macchiato he gets every time. Of course he knew you loved cheesecake, he was attentive and sweet. It was only a matter of time you began to fall in love with your sweet, not to mention extremely cute, best friend
You could only thank him, offering a nervous smile as you quickly hid it by taking a drink of your coffee. Your cheeks were on fire, and your stomach was definitely a mess. You really did love him. And you begin to realize just how much as you sat there with him, the gorgeous smile that showed off his white teeth never leaving his face as you guys talked.
And as the night went on, the talking and flirtatious comments only increased. You were both so caught up in one another you hadn’t realized the Café had closed an hour ago, or the sneaky eyes of Mrs. Choi as she stood behind the counter, her heart feeling full at the sight of her two favorite customers finally getting together.
You glanced at the clock on the wall, then looked back at Minghao as he finished telling you about the time Mingyu and Seungkwan fought over a Twinkie.
“Holy shit-“ realization that it was 10 pm set in, you had been there for 4 hours.
Minghao quirked an eyebrow at your sudden outburst, “holy shit what?”
You pointed to the time, his eyes following the point of your finger. Minghao’s eyes widened, mouth forming an O.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck, Seungkwan is going to kill me!”
Minghao quickly gathered your trash, throwing it into the trashbin behind him as you tossed him his things. The two of you sped out of the shop, hollering a goodnight to the laughing Mrs. Choi, “oh lovebirds”
“We know what time it is, Seungkwan, calm down”
Seungkwan quieted, pursing his lips as he glared at the two of you, “Minghao, need I remind you, I can 100% kick your ass with the help of our muscly leader? We both know he’s protective of our sweet y/n”
Minghao grumbled a no, looking down at his brown shoes. Seungkwan stood there, hands on his hips as he stared at you both, your heads sullen and shoulders sagged. Letting out a dramatic sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, “alright, I’ll let you off the hook because I know how much this date meant to you both-“
You could feel the weight being lifted off your shoulders, “thank God”
Hushing you, Seungkwan spoke a little louder this time, “but if any of the members ask what time you got home, what do we say?”
A quiet mumble came from the couch, “8”
Seungkwan cupped his ear, turning his head to the side facing you both, “I’m sorry, what was that? Did you say The8?”
“8”
Seungkwan nodded his head, happy with the answer.
In a flash, Minghao had given you a quick peck on the lips before dancing off, a string of giggles filling the apartment as he ran out the door, an annoyed Seungkwan chasing him. You were stunned as you fell back against the couch, fingers lightly tracing your bottom lip.
Seungkwan muttered a few words before closing the door, walking back to lean against the archway, watching as you kicked your legs on the couch in excitement.
He smiled, a quiet scoff parting past his lips.
He’d never tell you that the only reason he let the two of you off the hook, was because he saw your entwined hands that you tried to hide underneath the blanket behind your backs.
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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 05 of 18)
Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader
Word count: 2.8K
Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...
As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?
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Would You Believe Me?
“When are you planning to tell me about this Billy?” Diane stands by the kitchen door frame, an eyebrow raised at you.
Taking another bite of your apple, you roll your eyes. “He's just a friend. I have nothing to say.”
“I know you, (Y/N). And I know you've been hanging out with him.” She comes to sit across from you at the table, and you feel like a child under her stare. Diane has always been your best adviser, the one you tell everything since you can remember. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell her about Billy yet. With Monica, you don't have a choice since you work with her, and she has been around when some stuff happened. But with Diane... You feel like it'll make things real.
You're just about to deny everything again when you remember how confused you are, how there's always a fight inside of you, between two different lines of thought, and suddenly you need Diane's opinion on it. “Billy is a friend.” It's different now, you're admitting it. “He... He offered me a ride home when my car wouldn't start and we stopped to eat tacos. A couple of days after he stopped by this snack bar I was with Monica's friends and... Well, he punched David in the face because he called me dumb.” The memory brings a smile to your lips.
“What?” My aunt smiles too. “I heard some kids talking about David being beat up but I'd never guess that. What else?”
“Uhm... He said he likes me that day.”
“Oh...” She mumbles, furrowing her eyebrows. “So Billy is interested in you.”
Shaking your head slightly, you look down. “He's as interested as he would be in any other girl, right?” Your voice is lower now. “Aunt, Billy is the perfect bad boy. He has the looks, the attitudes, the pretty face, the breathtaking body, and the long list of heartbroken girls.”
“Honey, haven't you heard?” Diane keeps her voice light, taking your hand over the table. “They say the perfect bad boy is bad with everyone except to his girl.”
“Well, I'm not his girl,” you mutter, not sure why saying this makes you feel sad. You shouldn't be so sad about something that's true, something that you made up your mind about. “We're bound to break apart.”
“(Y/N), you're a smart woman. You can read the signs and I trust you to choose what's best for you, as you always have. Even when it meant to leave New York behind and come to such a strange place.” Her eyes are like beacons, reassuring you. You wish she was your mother instead of Kate. “You'll know if you're meant to be with Billy or not. I trust you enough for that, as should you.”
“I love you, aunt.” You breathe out, standing up and hugging her. “Thank you... And not only for this, but for everything. For taking me in and for moving here with me.”
“It was a pleasure, honey. Both to come back to my hometown and to be with you.” Diane never had kids, and her husband died eight years ago. She's still young though, and you hope she finds someone. But until then, you're ok with being somehow her kid. “Now I gotta go. Have a nice day at work.”
“You too.”
Half an hour later you're at the pool, on your chair, eyes scanning the sea of people. The sun is shining bright, and the kids seem especially electrified today. Despite having a lot of people to watch over, you're getting bored by the second, finally understanding why Monica sometimes complains so much about this job.
Billy, as usual, keeps shooting you glances every now and then, winking and smiling when you look his way. After rolling your eyes at him for the hundredth time this morning, you turn your gaze at Monica, who has a meaningful smile on her lips. You get the feeling she'll never stop teasing you about it. Well, she will have to one day. 'We're bound to break', the sentence comes to your mind again, and you decide to let the hot wind blow it away. Mon has a weird expression on her face, which makes you furrow my eyebrows at her.
She then gestures at her eyes. 'Look', you read the word on her lips, just before she gestures at Billy.
That again. You don't want to stare at him. You know he's hot, you don't need to be constantly reminded of that. Running a hand through your hair, you force yourself to focus on the activity that gives you some money at the end of the month. You're not bored anymore, you're thankful you have something to keep your mind off things you certainly shouldn't be thinking about.
When your lunch break finally comes, you jump from your chair to the ground, making the way over Monica, touching her leg. “Hey, you. Lunch, c'mon. I'm starving.”
“I'm a good friend.” She simply says, not even bothering to look at you. Monica can be a freaking interrogation sign sometimes, and you're about to ask her what she means when you notice Billy, standing a few feet away. “I switched my lunch breaks with him.” She looks down, taking her sunglasses off. “You're welcome.”
“I hate you, Mon,” you mumble, sighing at the laugh that leaves her lips.
You have no choice but to walk towards Billy, trying to keep your eyes on his face. But you use the distance to take a quick look, just so you can tell Mon you did it and she'll stop bugging you about it. He's tall, obviously, way taller than you. So you have to look up not to have your eyes glued on his chest. The guy works out. A damn lot, you're sure, and his tan is perfect. It makes you wonder if he even tries because it doesn't seem like he does. Billy doesn't have to act, he just is who he is. No doubt why he had no trouble carrying that heavy backpack during the trail, his muscles look like stone, iron. Even though the small distance you can see how his chest moves when he breathes, and the well-defined muscles of his bare arms. But you're getting close now, so you avert your eyes.
“Was it your idea or hers?” You inquire as soon as you're walking side by side to the cafeteria.
“Mine. I asked her this morning and she accepted.” As you walk, you notice all the heads turning.
The boys look with either anger or envy, and the girls keep checking him out shamelessly. Even the married ladies don't seem to hide the lust in their eyes. You feel a little weird, suddenly so small and out of place. But you can't blame them. Billy is a hell of a view. “You ok?” He suddenly asks. “You tuned out for a moment.”
“Just thinking.” You reach the cafeteria and you get your lunch from the fridge, moving to the microwave.
“About what?”
“The stares you were getting while we walked over here.” It comes out abruptly, and you realize you're angry. Why are you angry? You can't be mad because people are staring, he's not yours.
“People always stare.” He says, coming to seat with you on the table next to the microwave. “But today is for a different reason.”
“Oh, of course.” You avoid his eyes, letting your hair down from the ponytail and detangling it with your fingers, just so you have something to do.
“You only notice half of what's going on around you.” You mumble as a response, not sure if there's anything else you can say. “I never spent this much time without going on dates, and I never spent this much time hanging out with the same girl.” Billy's lower voice slowly makes you raise your eyes, meeting his. “People are impressed. I am impressed.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It's been a while and I still want to be around you, to get to know you.” As he speaks, you look at the door, because you don't want anyone listening. It's bad enough that you'll end up telling Monica, which only makes you even more confused. You don't need someone else adding up to the mix.
'We're bound to break'. It comes to your head again. “How long do you think it'll last? You know you'll get tired of this little game you're playing, Billy.”
“From the bottom of my heart... I don't think I could ever get tired of you.”
The sudden beeps of the microwave make you jump up, thankful for it breaking through the atmosphere. You get your food and hand Billy his since he shoved it into the microwave with yours.
“Every time I see you it's like the first damn time. It took me by surprise too, believe me.”
“Just eat, Billy. Or it'll get cold.” A stupid thing to say since there's smoke coming from both your meals.
“If I find a way to prove you I'm not joking, that I mean every word I say when I say you're nothing like the other girls, that I'm being serious this time... Would you believe me?”
Holy shit, you need to get the hell out of this cafeteria. You don't want to listen, you want to be left alone until whatever is driving you towards Billy disappears. But can you do that? Stand up and walk away when you're right here with him, nobody else around... You don't think so. “I'd like to see what you would come up with.”
He takes a deep breath, resting his back against the chair. You can only watch as he takes one of his earrings off, doing the same with his necklace. “The hell are you doing, Hargrove?” You mumble, crossing your arms.
He gives a quick glance before focusing on whatever he's doing. He removes the pendant of the necklace, throwing it on the trash next to the fridge. You raise an eyebrow, your hunger momentarily put aside. Billy passes the silver chain through the tiny hoop of his earring, making a whole new necklace. The earring is kinda nice, and it looks badass on him. It has four black little stones and a metal piece at the end, which reminds you a claw.
Your eyes follow him as he stands up, walking around the table to stand behind you. You were just about to ask what he's doing when he puts the necklace around your neck. “Move your hair up, please.”
With wide eyes fixed on the light green wall across the cafeteria, you do as he says, feeling the cold metal against your skin. You're even more confused now. “Wear this every day, and I'll wear mine every day too.”
“Is it... Is it supposed to make people think I belong to you or something?” You burst out, still a little shocked, a little perplexed, trying to control the butterflies on your stomach.
“Then they'll think I belong to you too.”
“Just-just eat, Billy. Please.” You stutter, looking down at your food as your heart drums on your ears.
“And I making you nervous?”
Biting back a smile, you don't answer. You quickly search through your mind for anything else, just so you can change the subject. “I heard you study at Indianapolis University. The same I happen to have transferred to. Which course do you take?” That's good. You got your mind to function.
“Mechanical engineering.” He shrugs his shoulders when you raise your eyebrows. “I always liked cars, so it wasn't a difficult choice. What about you?”
“Biomedicine. I'm planning on specializing in Hematology and get a job on Hawkins National Hematology Lab.”
“So you plan on staying here?”
“Yes. I came to stay.”
There's a change in his expression, as it softens like he just realized something new about himself. A small, genuine smile breaks into his lips, beautiful lips. You were just about to ask what's on his mind when James, another lifeguard comes into the cafeteria and you decide to keep your mouth shut.
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When you walk out of the bathroom, still drying your hair with a towel, your eyes fall on the necklace lying on the nightstand, near your telephone. Sitting on the bed, you touch the earring, wondering if Billy is wearing his now. “What's happening to me?” You breathe out, throwing yourself down on the bed.
Your phone starts ringing, but you don't pick up. You know Diane will answer it downstairs. You hear her low voice coming from the living room, your eyes on the ceiling, and your thoughts revolving around him again.
Him.
You don't even need a name, he's the only guy you think about.
“Honey! It's Monica!” Your aunt yells.
“I'll pick up!” You shout back, moving up just to pick up the phone before lying down again. “Hi, Mom.” You hear the sound of the downstairs phone being put down as you speak.
“So. How was it?”
“Uhm... It was a lunch break. We had our breaks together and we had lunch.”
“Seriously? That was it? Don't you think I noticed something very unusual around your neck when you came out?”
Sighing, you let out a humorless laugh. Monica is very perceptive, the reason why she's coursing psychology. She's always paying attention to everything. “Mon...” It's almost like a cry.
“Talk to me, (Y/N).”
“I can't keep doing this.” You cover your eyes with one hand, and the image that immediately comes to my mind is him. “I'm... Scared.”
“What happened in the lunch break?”
“Billy said stuff, you know... That he won't get tired of me, that still wants to be around me...” Tossing around, you hug a pillow. “He took one of his earrings and made it into a necklace... He gave me and told me to wear it every day because he will wear it too.”
“(Y/N), I think Billy is falling in love with you.”
“No, Mon, I–”
“I've seen how he treats girls, (Y/N). He never acted like that. All day long I see them walking around the pool in the tiniest bikinis they have, but he never looks. He used to devour them with his eyes, but since that Monday, when you started working... His eyes are on you, on such a... Kind way. It's like he's someone else entirely.”
“I want to believe you,” you whisper, eyes focusing on the necklace. “What if we're bound to break?”
“Give yourself time, then. And give you both a chance. (Y/N), you need to stop overthinking and enjoy your summer. If you're bound to break, you'll know. But for now, enjoy the attention he's giving you. And if it doesn't work, at least you would have enjoyed it... I mean, you like being around him, don't you?”
“Way more than I should.”
“Then try living in the moment for a while. When it's time to think and make big decisions, you will make them.”
Nodding to yourself, you know she's right. If you keep overthinking, maybe you'll be the one to ruin everything. “You're right...”
“Now, you can either stay there or come with me, Chris and Jason to the mall. What will it be?”
Smiling, you stand up, already moving to chose what to wear.
An hour later you're at Starcourt Mall, completely reformed about a year ago, Monica tells you, after it was destroyed by an explosion. The place is very modern, but it's still very different from those in New York. But you like it, how lit up it is, and crowded. Families, teenagers, and kids, who pass by, running. You take in the lights, the laughers. Monica laughs at something Christopher says, his arms around her shoulders. Jason had to bring his two toddler siblings, so he's walking a few feets away, carrying the two years old Michael on his arms and holding Melanie's hand, who's the five years old.
“Hey. Have you crossed paths with David? After he had his ass kicked?” Chris asks.
“No. And I hope it remains that way.”
“It's a small town, you'll bump into him eventually. But I think he won't bother you anymore.” He says and Monica nods.
“Yeah...”
“You and Billy dating yet?” Jason asks, making it clear he was paying attention.
“Not yet,” Monica answers before you can say anything. Rolling your eyes, you decide not to say argue.
Blushing a little, you touch Billy's earring around your neck. A smile comes to your lips, and you hope he'll be wearing his tomorrow... It's stupid, but it kinda makes you feel closer to him, even though he's not here.
You decide to follow Monica's advice, but you'll still be careful. You can do both.
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Monster Match: Tomo the Kappa; M Kappa x F Human, NSFW
Monster Match for @ur-favorite-pincushion; I'm a pansexual female, but I'm not very attached to being feminine. I exercise a lot and I'm pretty muscular, but in a lithe way. I love the outdoors and I draw a lot
**please check her page for ADORABLE artwork of Tomo!
Mount Iō loomed above the river as you pushed through the greenery. The sharp, vegetal smell of the forest—loamy black earth and green sap—filled your lungs, and a blanket of leaves and fir needles coated the forest floor, cushioning your steps. It was colder than you were used to and the signs warning of Ussuri bears put you on edge, but you were loathe to move back to the road, where the crunch of gravel beneath your steps would announce your presence far and wide, alerting the beasts of the forest and river to your nearness.
There was something here, something near the river, and you were determined to see it again.
You'd been in Hokkaido for close to a week, traveling from Sapporo to Abashiri by train, before venturing on Shiretoko National Park. The peace of the park was a stark contrast to the other areas of the country you were familiar with: the bustle of Osaka and Tokyo’s non-stop hum and blur of lights. The atmosphere here was serene, the dense forest home to sika deer and the warned-of bears, and somewhere ahead was the waterfall. It was beautiful and peaceful, and you were pleased with your chosen subject.
You wanted to sketch the waterfall and the surrounding area, wanted to capture the lush green and rolling waters...and you wanted to find out what it was that you’d seen yesterday.
You’d arrived too late in the day to do anything other than a bit of hiking, scouting the area before the small shuttle would take you back to Shiretoko Five Lakes. Today you’d left at sunrise, had hitched a ride with a family from the Five Lakes, and had set the alarm on your phone so that you’d not miss the shuttle in the evening. The day stretched before you and you sucked in a lungful of the cool air.
You were close.
Close to the spot you’d been in yesterday, when you’d broken off from the small group of tourists who were also journeying to the hot spring waterfall. You’d moved up a small gravel path, away from the group, hoping you’d catch sight of one of the deer. At one point, the forest had opened to an open valley, and the deep blue of the Pacific glittered at the horizon, wide and endless, framed between mountains. You’d stopped, eager to pull your sketchbook out of your bag and take a few photos of the breathtaking vista when you’d heard it: a splashing in the river, close to where you stood.
Other than the sound of the of the water, the forest up til that point had been still. The chatter of the group had been swallowed by the trees when you’d separated from them, and there were no other sounds that indicated another person had been moving up the trail. Maybe a deer? Or a bear? Despite the frightening thought, you’d carefully picked your way over tree roots, unable to resist the opportunity to see some magical moment of wildlife. The carpet of fir needles allowed you to walk silently until the Kamuiwakka came into sight, babbling over rocks as it burbled down its course.
The person...creature? who had moved on the rocks was neither deer or bear.
They blended into the murky green riverbed so entirely that at first you had a hard time discerning they were actually there at all, but movement betrayed them and you’d watched, utterly spellbound.
Their skin was a mottled green, you could see once your eyes adjusted to the landscape. It was a man...or at least man-like, not that you’d had an occasion to meet many green-skinned people walking about. Stocky and compact, they weren’t particularly tall, but you admired the hard plain of their abdomen and sculpted arms. You worked out quite a bit and were very fit, and man or woman, a nicely-muscled physique always caught your eye. Their arms and legs seemed long for their compact stature, and as you’d watched, they’d squatted on the rocks, gathering greenery into a vine-woven sack across their chest.
Laughter had cut through the quiet, followed by the crunch of gravel as the tourists returned from their time at the waterfall. Had it really been that long? It had seemed like only minutes had passed since you’d broken off from the group.
You’d taken your eyes off the creature on the rocks for less than a heartbeat, but it was all it had taken for it to disappear, camouflaged against the riverside.
Rejoined the group, you’d trudged behind as they crunched up the gravel path. The signs warning of the bears were every dozen meters or so, but as you’d walked, you’d noticed another sign nailed to a tree, much older-looking than any of the bear warnings you’d passed. The script was faded, but you’d been able to make out a curious figue—stooped, with webbed hands and feet, carrying a lumpy pack upon its back...
Now you were back. You wanted to sketch the waterfall...but you also wanted to go back to the spot you’d been in yesterday, to see if the creature would be there again. The image of the green man on the rocks twisted and grappled in your head with the image on the sign, the faded old warning, and you wondered if your suspicions were right.
It wasn’t long until you reached the valley vista that had stolen your breath the previous afternoon and you turned, following the sounds of the water until the treeline opened and the river came into view. There was nothing there. Too much to hope for.
Still, the riverbed beckoned, lush and green and warm, fed from the mountain’s natural hot springs, and you couldn’t resist its pull. You’d dressed in layers for the hike with water-friendly shoes, setting off with no hesitation once you’d peeled off your tek jacket, bundling it into your pack. Ahead were the falls, and you were eager to commit the landscape to the pages of your sketchbook.
You’d been carefully moving over rocks through the bath-temperature water for close to an hour when you felt the sensation of eyes. A prickle of goosebumps rose on your arms, despite the warmth of the water, and you whipped your head around, scanning the trees for the source of the sudden feeling of watchfulness.
There was nothing there, nothing that you could see, at least. The warning of bears made you swallow as you pushed forward through the knee-deep water. The weight of eyes did not leave as you climbed the waterfall, nor for the hour as you sat to sketch and at length you decided the risk of some predator waiting to make a meal of you was not worth staying any longer. You can always come back tomorrow.
You were clamouring down the slope, attempting to stay upright while keeping your backpack from dipping into the water when you lost your footing and slid down the final few feet of the smooth river bed. As you struggled to sit up in the churning spray, you realized your feeling of being watched was not merely paranoia.
Glittering black eyes met yours, startlingly close in the water, and you gasped.
Bears were clearly not what you should have worried about.
It was the creature you’d seen the day. Your lungs seized, unable to draw breath as it rose from the water, looming above you, but before you could scramble backwards defensively, it strode to the bankside, the waterproof sleeve containing your dropped sketchbook clutched in its webbed hand.
“This is very good,” it mused, flipping curiously through the pages from where it sat on the rocks.
You took advantage of its distraction to regain your footing and push away slowly, putting what you thought was a safe distance between it—him, for its deep voice was unquestionably masculine—and yourself. He was, as you saw from a distance the day before, short in stature, but exceptionally well-muscled with long, well built arms, ending in wide, webbed hands. Jet black hair circled his head, nearly touching his solid shoulders, but the crown of his head was bare, reminding you of a western monk’s tonsure. You were not close enough to see the detail of the unusual hairstyle, but you wondered…could it be?
He’d come to the drawing you’d made the night before, a sketch of him upon the rocks, and his forehead scrunched, the pointed beak of his mouth dropping open.
“Is this me?” he demanded, thrusting the book out to you. “Is this how I look?”
As he leaned, you saw the depression at the top of his head, water sloshing. Holy shit, this is not a drill! A river kappa, an actual kappa right there before you!
You knew the stories of the creatures, knew how dangerous they were, that they ate people. There were towns all over the countryside that posted signs near bodies of water, warning of the dangers the elusive creatures posed. What were you thinking coming back here?!
Everything you knew about kappas whirled through your mind and you clenched your ass reflexively, remembering that there was definitely a connection there, when you realized you hadn’t answered the creature’s question.
“Y-yes...I saw you on the rocks yesterday and I drew that when I got home. I hope you’re not offended.”
They were very preoccupied with manners, you remembered learning. You’d not gotten a clear look at the kappa the day before, so you’d drawn from memory and improvised the details—the odd proportions and powerful-looking arms and skin like a dappled fern as he moved on the rocks. As he scrutinized the drawing, clutching the sketchbook in his webbed hands, you blushed, thinking that you might have embellished the creature's well-sculpted physique in your sketch.
Before you, the kappa grinned, showing off a row of jagged, pointed teeth. “This is how I look!”
You bit back a grin of your own as he puffed out his well-defined chest, clearly pleased. You’d exaggerated, but only a bit, you reflected, surreptitiously eyeing the kappa’s solid form. You were no delicate flower yourself—you worked out often and possessed a decent bit of muscle mass...but it was still nothing compared to the creature before you. Kappas were known to be extremely powerful...he could do you a good bit of damage, even if you put up a fight, you realized with a swallow.
“You are a very great artist.”
You blinked in surprise. There had been nothing in your books about Kappa engaging in conversation with a human without owing a favor of some sort, practically nothing at all about them being friendly without cause. “You-you may keep that, if you’d like. I can pull it out of the book for you.”
“You do me an honor.” His voice was grave, but his black eyes still glittered with mirth, pointed teeth glinting with water.
The alarm on your phone chose that minute to chime, reminding you it was time to make the return journey to catch the last shuttle, and your unexpected companion tensed.
“I-I have to go back now, back to the trail. Otherwise I’ll be stuck here and a bear might eat me.” You considered the irony of your statement, as the far greater danger nodded sagely in agreement.
“Yes, nasty creatures they are. You will allow me to escort you to safe passage. And then you will come back.”
The sound of the waterfall was not enough to disguise the beating of your heart, as it thudded in your ears. His muzzle curved down in a sharp looking beak and you imagined him being able to shear off your fingers with ease, but at that moment, his eyes were wide and you could only describe the expression on his face as hopeful. That he seemed so eager for your return made you shiver, a mix of fear and curiosity. You considered that he might be leading you into a trap, and your posterior cheeks clenched once more. Still...you can’t stay here.
“That...thank you, that would be appreciated...and yes. I will come back, if I am able to go home safely tonight.”
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You clutched a cucumber as you navigated your way up the riverbed
You’d fought an internal argument with yourself the entire evening the night before. Of course you’re not going back! That thing wants to eat your liver! But, you rationalized, the kappa hadn’t hurt you, hadn’t seemed interested in doing you any harm at all. Don’t be such a hypocrite...you searched him out, went looking for him! It was true, you were forced to admit. In the end, your curiosity won out and you’d taken the shuttle from the Five Lakes once more.
The cucumber you clutched was an appeasement, a welcoming gift to greet your new, green friend. There was an additional cucumber in your bag, to use as an escape diversion if necessary, and as a parting gift otherwise. Surely the books couldn’t have been wrong about that.
You found him waiting upon the rocks.
“You came!”
You were struck once more by his glittering eyes, widened in surprised delight, his beak of a mouth turned up in a beaming smile at the sight of you.
“I did, and I brought you this,” you returned his grin, holding out the cucumber, laughing when he exclaimed in delight.
You introduced yourself as he bit into the delicacy, hoping there were no supernatural ramifications to exchanging names with such a creature. “Do you have...is there a name I can call you?”
As you spoke, he slid off the rocks, into the water. Your entire body clenched, thinking about the warning sign you’d passed on the trail, remembering one from a pond you’d taken a picture of in Fukuoka, warning people against swimming in the kappa-infested waters. It’s fine, you told yourself, forcing your sphincter to relax. He wasn’t going to hurt you.
“You wish to call me by name?” His brow was furrowed and his head cocked, the water in the depression atop his skull sloshing dangerously. “There has never been a human who wished to know such a thing.”
The water was swift that day, and as it rushed in rivulets around your ankles you were able to hear the far off voices of tourists approaching, trekking to the waterfall. The kappa before you froze, turning to listen to the approaching voices before his eyes met yours once more.
“You are interested in the natural sights here, yes? You have done me great honor, so I shall take you to see the things you seek...you may call me Tomo.”
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“The mushrooms give visions...I am told he uses them to commune with other spirits. When I left the amabie had taken the bag and he was trying to set her on fire, but her tail kept splashing the flames from his hand. ”
You doubled over at the image, nearly choking on your mouthful of rice at the image of an oni and a duck-faced mermaid locked in battle over a sack of psychedelic mushrooms Tomo had sold them.
He was a leaf gatherer, you’d learned, a medicine man of sorts. Poultices and salves that he made from his gatherings were then bartered and sold with other kappas, as well as the other creatures who inhabited the region. He’d been telling you about an oni who lived in the remains of an ancient temple nearby who smoked the mint he bought from Tomo in his pipe, with other herbs, in addition to being “a great connoisseur” of mushrooms which grew in the forest.
“If you traded with humans they’d probably all want the mushrooms,” you laughed.
You were mystified to learn of an entire subculture existing right under people’s noses, yet Tomo said he did not trade with humans, as a rule.
It was the fourth day you’d come back to the river, the fourth day since you’d met the kappa, following him deeper and deeper into the forest each day. You’d been cautious at first, thinking of the wood cuttings from the feudal age, depicting kappas attacking humans as they bathed, lagging behind your ebullient guide, but it had quickly become evident that Tomo had no interest in causing you harm.
He was barely able to control his excitement when you returned to the riverside every morning, eager to show you something new and examine the ever-changing contents of your pack. He was insatiably curious, you discovered: more interested in hearing about your work and life in the city than he seemed to be in dragging you to the bottom of the river and feasting on your entrails.
Today you’d brought lunch, a box of takeaway sushi rolls, including several aptly-named, cucumber-stuffed kappamaki, and Tomo had been overjoyed to try human food.
“Humans are not so kind, usually,” he shrugged, before shoving another of the sushi rolls in his mouth. “Not like you.”
“Yes, but that’s because we think your kind are always trying to drown people!”
He shrugged again, examining the small containers of soy sauce and nitsume. “There are some of my kind who do themselves a disservice. Are there not humans who do the same?”
You were forced to admit that he had a point.
“You’re right,” you laughed, dipping your own roll in the soy as he picked out another cucumber roll. “I guess there’s two sides to every story. So kappas trying to steal people’s shirikodama is just a myth?”
His laughter was a deep rumble, and your stomach flipped as you imagined feeling the vibration against his strong chest.
“Oh, the shirikodama is real, and there are those who go about retrieving it poorly.”
You clenched, your ass cheeks tightening on their own once more. The shirikodama was a small gem thought to contain the human soul, which was kept, allegedly, in the anus, which kappas were obsessed with obtaining. The thought of carrying your soul around in your ass had always seemed funny to you, but it was less so at that moment, as Tomo continued to chuckle, his sharp teeth glinting in the filtered sunlight.
“Don’t worry, bijyo...there are more pleasurable ways of obtaining such a treasure, if one is inclined to do so.”
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The sun was beating down.
Summers in Hokkaido were fleeting, and the northern prefecture spent six months of every year blanketed in heavy snows, but summer, while it lasted, was sweet. It would be your first contract this far north, the first time you’d be out of the major cities. Sapporo had been described to you as more relaxed, less expensive, with an easier pace compared to the non-stop bustle of Tokyo and Osaka. You had friends who had made Japan their permanent home after years of teaching, and all had told you the northern prefecture was most kind to expats from all over the world, and you were looking forward to the change of pace.
The long winters promised skiing and snowboarding, but you would need to make the most of the summer months, of the hot, sunshine-filled days and balmy nights.
Today was one such a day, as the sun beat down, managing to cut through the forest trees and reflect brightly off the river’s surface. The heat of the day coupled with the warmth of the spring-fed river became too much, and not long after Tomo had set off, leading you back to the falls, you paused in the waist-deep water, pulling your t-shirt over your head.
You had not considered what a scandal you’d cause.
The sports bra you wore was in no way obscene, but your tattoos were on full display.
In an instant, Tomo was before you, his black eyes wide as saucers as he silently raised a webbed hand to trace over the red blossoms and vines above your breasts. You wondered if you ought to show him the spray of flowers and insects across your back, but it would have required movement, you decided, and you were rooted to the spot. Beneath the double weave top, your nipples hardened to peaks, under the slow drag of his lethal nail against your delicate, ivory skin, and time seemed to stop. He smelled of the riverbank, you realized, vegetal and green; lush plants and running water, and at that moment it was the most seductive smell in the world.
“Come,” he murmured, reluctantly dropping his hands from the colorful display across your chest.
The breath you’d not realized you’d been holding came out in a heavy exhalation as you followed his outstretched hand, feeling oddly disappointed. Don’t be stupid, you told yourself sternly, keeping your eyes trained on the shell-like carapace of his back. It’s not like anything would happen anyways.
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“You have not seen the sacred pools.”
You shook your head. You had never been able to gain admission to any of the onsen, thanks to the hot springs’ strict policy against tattoos. You’d heard many yakuza jokes during your time in country, and although you’d heard of people sneaking into the public baths using bandages and artfully placed washcloths, your particular ink meant experiencing the onsen was not something you’d been able to partake in.
“No, I’ve not.”
“Then we go there now.”
Tomo’s eyes glittered as he pulled you forward, the bag you’d brought him bouncing against his shell.
The backpack was a match your own—rugged and water-resistant, and you’d filled it with things you knew he’d like: a sketchbook of his own in a protective sleeve, a roll of heavy duty duct tape in a fanciful sushi roll design, a bottle of dashi, and a sleeve of fermented cucumbers with spicy peppers. He’d been gleeful when you gave it to him the day before, exclaiming over each item in the bag like a child on Christmas morning, and you’d been pleased with his reaction feeling that it was the least you could do.
Your own sketchbook and was now full of the things he’d shown you, as well as your phone’s camera—the falls, the most scenic turns of the river, sika deer nesting in the tall grass and running down the flower-covered mountainside, their fawns gamboling beside them. An Ussuri bear, swiping a great paw into the river, waddling away a short time later with a fish in its mouth.
You’d learned about the various plants that grew on the river’s banks, thriving despite the colder climate, and had several little pots of your own Tomo-created remedies.
It had been an amazing week and half, but your vacation time was rapidly dwindling and you were dreading having to return to your life and reality in just a few day’s time.
The hot spring pool was not near the others you’d seen at the falls. The rocky outcropping was difficult to traverse, not something the tourists who came to the falls would venture, and completely secluded. Just as the occasional break in the forest trees, the view afforded from the pool showed you the sparkle of the Pacific in the distance, deep blue and shimmering.
“No clothes,” Tomo interrupted your stupor over the view, preventing you from stepping over the pool’s rocky ledge. “No man clothes in the sacred waters.”
You experienced a swoop, low in your belly, and pressed your thighs together in response. You knew that already, knew well that clothing was not allowed at any of the onsen you’d not been permitted to access before. If anything, this was a privacy you’d not be afforded in traditional bathhouses and hot springs, where locals and tourists alike crowded in, unselfconsciously naked in public.
Here you were alone, just you and Tomo, and the intimacy of the seclusion—and the thought of his curious eyes moving over your naked body—caused arousal to curl through you.
He wore no clothing, had not since the first day you’d spied him on the rocks. The vine-woven pouch he wore slung across his body served to cover his genitalia, or so you’d thought at first, until the afternoon he’d removed it, giving you no glimpse of any further fodder for your completely inappropriate dreams. The stories of kappas being lecherous opportunists were clearly untrue, for Tomo had never done anything to make you uncomfortable or take advantage of you in any way. He’s sweet and friendly, you’re just a horny perv!
Your shirt came off first, before unbuttoning and sliding your shorts down your hips. You wondered what his reaction would be to see the tattoos continue down your back and sides, moving down over your hips and thighs. Keeping your eyes averted, you made a project out of carefully folding your things and placing them in your pack. Your underwear were next, folded and placed into the crease of your shorts, before you unhooked your bra.
By the time you joined Tomo, goosebumps covered your entire body and he was nearly invisible in the steam.
The wide, blue Pacific dominated the view, dazzling at the horizon, separated from where you sat by hundreds of meters of dark green forest. It was serene and peaceful and beautiful, and you were glad to be experiencing it at last.
“It’s beautiful,” you breathed through the steam, and Tomo hummed.
“There are many things of beauty here.”
His words made your breath trip, a moment before you felt the cool press of his nail at your back, tracing over the giant dragonfly there. “Nature is alive in you,” he murmured, nail moving onto the spider inked into your skin before following the line of a petal-laden vine back around to your front, moving over your collarbone and down the valley between your breasts. When his fingers brushed over your hardened nipples, you jumped, but did not pull away. “Extraordinary.”
The softness of his touch coupled with the seclusion of the pool had your sex quivering beneath the water. Just relax, he’s only interested in the tattoos, everyone always is. “What should we do next?”
Tomo considered. “There is a place we can go that is very warm. The waters converge in front of a cave in the rock, and we can build a fire there.” It sounded cozy, you thought, nodding happily. “First you must enjoy the healing properties of the waters...and we can mate, if you’d enjoy.”
His voice was so casual, you thought you’d misunderstood. We can...mate? Surely, surely he meant something else. Right? The images of kappa molesting human women ran through your mind; it was obviously not a concept that would be foreign to him…”Yes, I would like that,” you heard yourself agree.
You wondered, as webbed hands moved down your body, if you had unwittingly walked into a trap, your shirikodama at risk.
The long claws on his webbed hands flicked over your nipples, twisting the hardened peaks until you gasped, before dragging down your body to push your knees apart. When his knuckles pressed into your silky, hot folds, you knew they would find you slick.
You’d wondered about his cock in your narrow hotel bed at night, sliding your fingers between your legs the same way he did to you then, but your dreams could never have matched the reality of the appendage that curved up between you. Longer than anything you’d seen before, bumps and frills all the way down the long shaft, ending in a bulbous, fist-sized head. You’d initially thought it was black in color, until you’d wrapped your hand around it, realizing it was dark purple.
He groaned as you stroked him, hips thrusting upwards, when it happened. The tight ball of his cockhead unfurled like a great flower, a pulsing, spade-shaped funnel that curled and quivered when you caressed it, and before you could react, Tomo was lifting your hips, guiding his bizarre-looking cock to your entrance. You wondered, as he thrusted up into you, filling you entirely, if he’d been thinking about fucking you from where ever it was he lived in the forest every time you’d had your hands thrust down the front of your panties in your too-small bed.
There was an impression in the rocks, smooth and tilted, and he quickly pushed forward with his powerful arms, settling you into it so that he could pump into you in earnest.
You were just beginning to feel the ebbing of your own orgasm approaching, his flared edge of his giant cockhead pressing into you deliciously as you gripped the edges of the shell at his back, when he withdrew. Before you could even protest, the flower-like funnel pulsed and you were able to feel the powerful bursts of his release even through the steaming water of the hot spring.
Tomo lifted you easily in the water, moving you to recline on a wide, flat rock that left your torso submerged in the steaming water, but your lower half elevated. Your thighs were shaking when he lowered his head, and the first pass of his tongue over your throbbing clit had you dropping your head back, nearly drowning yourself in the process.
His tongue was rough and his movements steady and as you barreled towards your climax once more, you felt his claws tracing over the flowers and vines at your hips. When his tongue left your clit, you almost cried out in distress, sucking in a mouthful of the water, but his kneading knuckles quickly replaced it, rolling over you rhythmically. His tongue, in the meantime, drifted lower.
“There are more pleasurable ways of earning the shirikodama, bijyo.”
His tongue was hot, hotter than the steaming water as it pressed to your ass, hot and slippery as it licked you fervently. The act felt far more intimate than anything you’d ever engaged in, but you were to close to your peak to contemplate it. The slippery hot tip of his tongue pushed into your tight pucker just as the pressure at your clit pushed you over the edge and you seized against him, moaning into the open air in the sacred water, feeling yourself arch and lift as you pulsed against him, the horizon spinning as your vision was wiped by pleasure.
You were resting against his chest when you came to, the steam of the water obscuring your vision.
“That was a beautiful gift,” Tomo rumbled at your back. “You honor me.”
The sky, you realized, was already deepening to indigo, the last shuttle of the day long since gone. The alarm reminder on your phone had likely gone off shortly after you’d reached the falls.
Sliding your palm down his chest, it came to rest against his well-muscled abdomen. His cock had resheathed, and you wondered how much stimulation it would take to tantalize it out once more. “I missed my bus.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “We shall go to the spot I told you of. It is warm there...I will keep you safe.”
You nodded knowing he would. “I-I have to leave soon. In a few days, I need to go back and start work.”
“You do...but you will come back?”
You turned to face him, unsurprised to find his glittering black eyes wide and hopeful. One of the perks of your job was ample vacation and travel time, and you wondered, once you were back in Sapporo, if there was a chance you could receive a remote location, perhaps Shibetsu, something closer…
“I will,” you said with certainty, leaning up to kiss his beaked mouth as stars appeared above in the endless indigo sky.
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The Agreement (Part 6.)
Pairing(s): frat boy!fwb!Tom x reader, frat boy!Harrison x reader
Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them.
Word count: 3.1k
A/N: My heart is beating for Haz rn but Tom is my fave so I’m confused af ok😫. Also who tf is Emily🤡? I hope you like this chapter and I would appreciate it if you leave a comment, reblog or send a feedback!❤️
My tag list is open for this series!
Warnings: flufff, swearing, mentions of alcohol
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.
Masterlist
“Ready?”
Monday came quickly honestly. Probably the constant overthinking during the whole Sunday and Monday morning distracted you pretty well.
And here you are now.
Fresh out of the shower, with your robe around your body staring at Anna in front of your door who was ready to ‘glam you up’.
“I don’t know, I think I’m gonna puke if we’re being honest.” You spoke, exhaling the air from your lungs.
“It’s totally normal to feel like that! That means you like him.” She winked, marching to your bedroom.
“Well I do like him and that’s why I’m worried. What if I mess everything up? I’m so awkward you know that.” You began to panic, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.
“Just be yourself, he is already smitten. Believe me, what could go wrong?”
Maybe the truth about Tom, I don’t know.
“You’re right, but I’m still sweating and I feel sick.”
“Can’t wait for you to return from the date and say to me ‘oh I was so stupid for worrying it was amazing Ann I love him!’” She mocked you, laughing along with you.
“I really hope that will be the end product after tonight’s date.”
“Harrison is a really great guy, you will have the best night with him I’m sure.”
Your mouth curved into a smile at the thought of him.
At the thought of his blue eyes and his contagious laugh that was ringing in your ears since Saturday.
Maybe he really is the one for you?
If only Tom didn’t come that night at your apartment, everything would be fine.
The thoughts were eating you up, but you tried to remain calm.
“Just remember Tom’s words. Maybe this deal won’t last that long.” You said to yourself.
“So what are we doing for tonight?” Anna spoke resting her arms on the chair, looking at your reflection in the mirror.
“Nothing extra, keep it casual.” You replied, not wanting to look like you’re going to a red carpet.
“Keep it casual got it.”
“Did you spoke with Tom yesterday?” She asked curiously, making your heart skip a beat when she mentioned his name.
You were trying your best not to react.
“No, he didn’t call me. Why, did something happen?” You asked, trying to look worried.
“No, no. Just asking I thought that he maybe apologized or something, but it seems he is still acting like a total douche.”
You kind of forgot the scene from the party, Harrison being on your mind practically every second.
But now that she reminded you, you were pissed. He could at least call and say a stupid ‘sorry’, however he was too proud. Tom would never admit he was wrong even when it was a small, unimportant thing.
“You know he is like that when he is around a girl that he wants to shag, but still I don’t approve that, I mean we’re his friends.” You responded.
“That’s absolutely right. Gosh I don’t know how could someone sleep with him? I know he is hot and all that but c’mon Tom just thinks with his thing down there and that’s disgusting.” She spoke bitterly while your face turned red.
You don’t know a thing Anna, but you’re definitely right about that.
He just knows how to make a girl say yes straight away, that’s the problem.
“U-uh yes, I agree.” Your voice coming out as a whisper.
“Let’s not ruin our night with him, we love him although he is like that so it’s not important. Did our prince charming say where you two are going?” She changed the subject, focusing on your hair that was the last thing that needed to be done.
“Didn’t drop a single clue, he just said he will pick me up at seven.” You chuckled, glancing at the clock.
Thirty minutes and he will be here.
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“Oh shit he is outside.” You whisper yelled, heart almost jumping out of your chest.
“Listen. Don’t worry, just relax and be yourself. Harrison is fantastic and not a pompous dick like others.” She put her palms on your shoulders giving them an encouraging squeeze.
You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply to calm your nerves.
“Thank you so much Ann, I owe you big times. I will call you when I come home or you can stay here and make yourself comfortable whatever you want.” You said, hugging her tightly.
“Thanks for the offer but I will go home, and I will be waiting for your call. And you miss have fun.” She smiled like a proud mother, hugging you back.
Your hands were shaking, and your stomach lurched when you saw him leaned on his black car waiting for you.
You both immediately smiled at each other.
Harrison was as nervous as you were. He spent his whole day rambling to Harry that tried his best not to laugh at his friend who was totally excited to see the girl that couldn’t leave his head the whole weekend.
He was finally ready to find a girl. Someone who will be here even when things went downhill.
“Good evening gorgeous.” Harrison greeted, flashing you a broad smile.
“Well good evening to you too handsome.” You greeted him back, standing now in front of him with a shy smile plastered on your face.
“You look stunning tonight love.” He half whispered, with his eyes still on yours.
“Thank you, so do you.”
“Ready to hop in?” He asked, opening the door for you.
“Of course, how could I not be with a gentleman like you by my side?” You flirted shamelessly, making him laugh.
“Eager to know where I’m taking you?” He asked, starting a conversation.
Your eyes were glued on the road and everything around trying to guess where you were heading to.
“Definitely, hope you’re not gonna kill me or something already.”
“Too much criminal series love.” He chuckled at your response.
“And I would still want the place to remain a surprise, but don’t worry nothing will happen.” He added.
“It better not Harrison I trust you.” You continued to joke, enjoying the rest of the drive.
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“And we’re here beautiful.” He parked his car, opening the door for you again.
Holy fuck.
The view was mesmerizing. It was like a hill, with a view on the whole city that was glowing now.
Your whole face lit up, not only because he was creative and didn’t take you to a classic restaurant on the first date but because you had such a great person next to you to enjoy the breathtaking view with.
“This is truly stupendous Harrison..Gosh.” You were so dumbfounded at the sight that you didn’t feel the warmth of his body behind you.
“I’m so glad you like it, I wanted to take you somewhere special the first time.” He spoke into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“I appreciate that a lot, and you really left me speechless here.” You giggled, turning your face to his.
Harrison put a lot of effort in this, wanting to show you how much he fancied you.
This wasn’t just an ordinary place that he googled up or something.
This was Harrison’s special place ever since he was twelve. He would often come here when he needed some time for himself or when he wanted to sit and relax looking at the whole town that was in a rush as always.
The place was unique in Harrison’s life. His gut told him he could trust you and that this was a brilliant timing to share it with you.
He hoped maybe it will be your special place by the end of the night, because he was sure you were the girl that will change his life.
“It’s actually my secret place or whatever they call it nowadays.” His eyes lit up looking at the two most beautiful sights in front of him.
“Oh no sorry, now I ruined the whole secret place thing for you.” You grabbed his hand, feeling bad in some kind of way.
“Don’t be silly love, if I thought you weren’t noteworthy I wouldn’t share it with you.” His fingers stroked your skin carefully, making your heartbeat go wild at the feeling of his gentle touch.
“Happy to hear that you think I’m that special.” You whispered, noticing the small blanket positioned on the grass behind him.
“C’mon let’s sit and enjoy the real magic from here.” His hand took yours, rubbing his thumb against your palm.
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“So you study English Literature?” He asked, pouring the sparkling wine in your glass.
He sure planned this all well, and you weren’t complaining. In fact you loved it so much that you could sit like this forever. Just you and him.
“That’s right. Does it sound that boring?” You asked, the nervousness now long gone.
“Absolutely not! Mr. Phillips must be your favourite professor I assume?” He rose his eyebrow asking sarcastically.
“Are you like in my class or something because that would be awkward as hell. And no c’mon he is a total ass.”
“If I was with you in the same class I would definitely ask a beauty like you out a long time ago, don’t worry. My sister is taking his classes, she started her first year so you know heard some stuff.” He chuckled, sipping his wine.
“I’m sorry for her, he can be an idiot towards students but that shouldn’t discourage her at all.”
“Totally, every college has someone like that.” He added, receiving a nod from you.
You two were talking like you knew each other your whole life and that was something you craved for a long time.
Harrison couldn’t keep his eyes the whole night away from you.
It was something about your irresistible smile and how your head would fall back when you laughed that got him love-struck.
He really liked you and your sweet soul that was full of tenderness.
That was something he could never find in someone ever since Emily.
“Tired?” He gave you a half-smile when he felt your head resting on his shoulder.
“No, just loving this atmosphere and your presence. I could do this every day for the rest of my life if you ask me.” You said softly.
Harrison thought that this was the perfect timing to wrap his arm around your waist, caressing it carefully.
He was sure he wanted to kiss in you that exact moment. Even though he was distracted by his heart that was a beating mess and by his sweaty palms, he couldn’t wait more. He reminded himself if he waited and didn’t speak to you that night nothing of this would happen, so what could go wrong now?
He didn’t want it to be forced, it should be memorable for the both of you.
What’s the point if he doesn’t show you how much he liked you through the kiss?
So his hands leisurely traveled to your arm and shoulder. Your skin was landscaped with goosebumps, and you were sure he could see how your cheeks turned red although it was dark.
You relaxed in his hands, leaning your face into his neck inhaling his scent.
The grin on his face was growing bigger when he felt your body on his, he would trade anything just to be always like this with you from now on.
His fingertips brushed the skin of your hot cheek while his eyes were admiring your body that was illuminated by the moonlight.
Eventually his large palm cupped your cheek, bringing you close to his face.
His nose bumped into yours, his eyes now focused on your sparkling ones.
“Is this okay?” He asked for consent.
“Yes.” You whispered back, wrapping your hand around his wrist.
“God you’re so beautiful.” His lips were ghosting over yours, still testing the waters.
Harrison was exhilarated at that moment, closing the small space between your lips. They were moving against yours delicately. He could taste the sweet wine from your lips mixing with the taste of your cherry chapstick and it was a combination that he will always associate with you.
Your heart fluttered, and the only thing you could think is how his lips were soft against yours.
Harrison would break the kiss, opening his eyes to ensure himself that you were real and that this wasn’t a figment of his imagination before pulling you in for another short innocent kiss.
You both stayed close to each other after the intimate moment, with Harrison’s thumb still on your cheek.
“I really like you Y/N, I want to be around you more.” He spoke in your ear, nothing but the truth.
“And I like you more, hopefully this will be something more.” You responded truthfully as well.
“Thanks for the wonderful evening love, and thank you for giving me a chance to finally find and enjoy the time with someone as pretty as you, inside and out.”
“No, thank you for everything. You were the first who showed some love and interest for who I really am, not just for some fun.” Your voice getting smaller when you said the last part.
“Love, if someone doesn’t see your true beauty behind that graceful face, he doesn’t deserve a single look from you, let alone something more.”
Oh how right you were Harrison, you don’t even know.
You were a grinning mess after his statement, the only thanks you could give him was a small peck.
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The car stopped in front of your apartment, silence now filling the space in his car.
His hand rested on top of yours through the whole ride back to the apartment.
Harrison was beaming, glancing every now and then at you, memorising every feature of yours.
“Here we are.”
There was just a little bit of sadness that could be heard in his voice, because the night was over and he was already missing you in his embrace.
“Thank you for this beautiful night. You really made it special.” You spoke once again, caressing his hand that you refused to let go.
“Please love, I already said what I really mean. You are a wonderful person and no one could prove me wrong.”
“You Y/N made this night one of my favourites and thank you for that.” He admitted, kissing you passionately.
This one was a much longer and caring. The kiss was like a perfect match and it made you smile during it.
“Thank you.” You murmured as he pulled away.
“I’m going to call you love, I can’t wait to see you again.”
“Not if I call you first.” You answered.
“I won’t complain.”
“Have a good night beautiful.” He added, pecking your lips.
“And you as well handsome.”
It was like you forgot how to walk when you stepped out of his car. Harrison’s vehicle not leaving the driveway until he was sure you entered the house safely.
The smile on your face was genuine and the whole night was repeating in your head non-stop.
It occupied your mind so much that you didn’t even notice the light being turned on in the living room.
Until a loud groan finally caught your attention.
“Who’s there?” Your voice trembling.
“Fuck, just me.” A male voice responded, mumbling the words.
Just me?
“Are you normal? How did you even enter the apartment?” You relaxed immediately when your eyes landed on a half drunk Tom.
“Key behind the flowerpot, not a brilliant hiding place if you ask me.” He laughed while his eyes remained closed.
“Yeah..right, forgot about that. What do you want?” You spitted, clearly annoyed at the realisation that you will probably not spend the night alone.
“Gotta see my favourite girl, but looks like she was busy.” Tom slurred, resting his hands on the back of his head.
“Tom if you’re drunk you can crash on the couch.” You stated, making your way to your bedroom.
“C’mon babe, wanted to spend the night with you.” He rushed next to you, grabbing your waist.
“Thought you didn’t do that.”
“I meant as friends love, but I can always make an exception for you.” Tom whispered as the smell of the strong alcohol hit your nostrils.
“Are you going to talk to me and say why are you here or?” You tried again.
“I was with Sophie today ya know. It kinda went well I guess? Or not? Because she said I’m gonna regret that decision and that tone but hey I don’t care at least her annoying ass is out of my face.” He smiled, receiving an eye roll from you.
“I told you to talk politely, now she is going to get all crazy.”
“I was polite! But she just doesn’t understand what it means I don’t want anything with you. That’s the problem.”
“Okay, you have a point here, she can get pretty hard to handle.” You believed his words knowing she was a special case.
“Thank you. Also I came to apologize for my behaviour.” Tom added, mumbling the last words.
“Oh really? Why?” You crossed your arms, waiting for him to speak.
“Because I was tipsy, and that was a shit move, you know I didn’t mean that.”
“It was.” Your mouth set in a hard line.
“I’m sorry love okay?”
“You’re forgiven, apologize to Ann as well.” You weren’t in a mood for a fight, and he at least said sorry so all good.
“Not happy to see me love?” He turned his attention to you, squeezing your hips.
“I’m tired Tom, but I appreciate your apology and everything, feel free to take the couch.”
“Where were you that late on a weeknight anyways?” Tom asked curiously, eyeing your body and how pretty you looked tonight.
“On a date.”
Date?
Oh yes Harrison.
That dolled up for him?
Why does he even care about that, you two were nothing?
“Looks like you had fun. Tell me more.”
“You really won’t let me sleep tonight am I right?” You asked, trying your best not to smile but he was making it so hard already.
“Nah, let’s make ourselves comfortable on the couch and spend the night like that hm?” He smirked, pulling you back into the living room.
“Why can’t I say no to you? You need to stop that.”
It was so hard, switching thoughts about two boys every minute. One second it was Harrison only and then Tom just shows up out of nowhere and makes everything go wild inside of you.
You didn’t want to lose Tom nor Harrison.
However you were aware that someone in the end will get heartbroken no matter what, and that was your main concern.
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Mistakes and Sour Grapes : Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader (One)
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Excerpt: “You were totally fucking staring, and he totally fucking caught you, and wait, maybe he was staring back and had his cheeks been pink the whole time?”
Warnings: Alcohol, some cursing, future parts are gonna be slutty.
I am extremelyyyyy unsure about this so if it’s a thing you guys are into, please, please let me know.
[SERIES MASTERLIST]
Bars weren’t really your thing.
Especially in a city that was typically known to be overrun with tourists at any given time of year.
They were crowded and loud, and you usually weren’t the biggest fan of the style of music blaring through nearly shot speakers, and you definitely weren’t a fan of the headache you’d often suffer with afterwards from the absurd amount of bass they deemed necessary. They smelled bad, they were dark and dingy and gross, and many patrons were less than respectful and showed little regard after knocking back a few drinks.
It really wasn’t your thing.
But you had a friend who worked as a bartender at a small brewery and local restaurant, and that was definitely more your speed, and honestly the only time you did end up sitting at a bar. Most Friday and Saturday nights, you found yourself practically drooling over a plate of delicious food and, depending on your mood, either a beer or a cocktail while making smalltalk with Finn as he worked. And most of the time, you’d end up the last customer in the building, staying late to help Finn put away glasses or wipe down the counter, partially so he could get out of there faster, but mainly because you just enjoyed spending your time there.
It was one of those nights now, where you were behind the bar, a rag in your hand as you wiped water droplets from still warm tumblers while Finn worked on the wine glasses.
“I’m telling you,” Finn said from behind you. “You’d make more money bartending here.”
You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully as you peeked over your shoulder towards him.
“I have a job,” you reminded him for the hundredth time in the last ten days. Ever since another bartender had put in their two weeks, he had been trying to convince you to put in an application.
“Yeah, a shitty one. Come on, I could move out to the beer garden, you could take over in here. It would be absolutely perfect.”
You laughed, shaking your head almost teasingly. “Perfect for your schedule maybe.”
“And for yours! Look, you hate waking up early. If you worked here, you could sleep in until noon if you wanted. And we’d be coworkers. What more could you ask for in a job?”
You rolled your eyes again, turning back to the look at the tumbler in your hand, falling back into a comfortable silence.
One that didn’t last long by any means, for Finn was apparently damned and determined.
“I mean technically, you’re already working. Might as well get paid to do it.”
“Putting away glasses is hardly working.”
“You’d get tips nightly instead of having to wait every other week for a paycheck. And did I mention you’d make more?”
“Might make more, but it’s not consistent.”
“You like the vibe up here. You like the building.”
Now there was a point that you would actually consider.
You did like the vibe.
It was laid back, relaxed while still being a more refined atmosphere. Most people who sat at the bar were corporate workers or couples, just looking to have a drink and a good meal after a long day, and the other restaurant goers were typically families.
The building itself was just a year away from turning two hundred years old, and the history behind it intrigued you to no end, including the fact that it was said to be the most haunted building in the city. That was something you were entirely into.
You hesitated, tilting your head to the side and gnawing on your bottom lip.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe.”
His response came in the form of a bar towel snapping through the air and hitting the back of your thigh, and you yelped before dissolving into a fit of laughter, thankfully having just set the last tumbler in its place. You were pretty sure you would have dropped it had it still been in your hands.
Finn hung the last wine glass just after — his last task for the night, and you were ready to make your escape, but before you could even push back from the counter he was reaching around you for two of the tumblers you had just put away.
“Okay, we’ve gotta take a shot to celebrate, and we’re makin’ it a double.”
You laughed again, the sound completely exasperated yet so amused at the same time. “Finn, I didn’t say yes. And even if I put in an application, I’m not guaranteed to get it.”
“Oh you’re gettin’ it alright,” he snorted, shaking his head. “I’ll beg if I have to. Now what are we having?”
“You’re still on the clock.”
He narrowed his eyes playfully, whipping his head around dramatically, quite literally spinning in place, arms open wide as he gestured to the empty restaurant. “And who the hell is going to care? I’ll just put it on your tab.”
A third laugh, and a reason Finn was your best friend. He could always make you fucking laugh. You raised your hands in mock surrender.
“Now what are we having?” he repeated his prior question, quirking an eyebrow.
You thought about it for a moment, drumming your fingers along the countertop, lips pursed. “Chocolate cake shots.”
“Excuse me, what?”
“What kind of bartender are you?”
“A shitty one apparently,” he scoffed, his eyebrow raising just a fraction higher. “Now explain.”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s one part vodka, one part Frangelico, and-”
“-and a sugared lemon on a sugared rim.”
You jumped, and Finn nearly dropped the glasses as a new voice echoed throughout the room, but you watched as he quickly relaxed, a look of recognition crossing over his face.
He turned slowly, the action conveying mock annoyance, and you peeked around him, glancing towards where the voice had come from.
A man with short salt and pepper curls and tanned skin was walking down the staircase, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans and a smug smirk tugging at his lips. A noise caught in your throat, one you wouldn’t have even been able to begin to describe, and Finn managed to catch it, glancing back towards you for just a brief second before turning his attention back to the man approaching.
The undeniably handsome, gorgeous, breathtaking man in an olive green hoodie with the sleeves pushed up mid-forearm, a good two day’s worth of stubble covering his jaw. A small scar on his cheek. Big brown eyes.
Were you staring? Fuck, you were totally staring.
You were totally fucking staring, and he totally fucking caught you, and wait, maybe he was staring back and had his cheeks been pink the whole time?
“Of course you’re still here. Do you ever leave or did you convert one of the rooms upstairs into an apartment?”
“There’s an idea,” the man chuckled, tearing his gaze away from you, and you felt a small amount of air flood back into your lungs.
You were still staring though, blatantly so, and you couldn’t even find the shame to stop yourself. You watched as his eyes fluttered back over to you, quickly, for a mere second before he eyed the tumblers in Finn’s hand, quirking an eyebrow.
“She wanted to buy me a drink and it would’ve been rude to turn a customer down,” Finn deadpanned, and you couldn’t help but snort.
The man shrugged, leaning against the counter opposite of you. “Make it three.”
“Yes sir.”
Finn grabbed a third glass after setting the first two down, not taking his eyes off of what he was doing as he nodded towards you, saying your name.
“This is Poe Dameron, the owner. Dameron, you are now in the presence of my best friend in the entire galaxy.”
He repeated your name, and Poe smiled, pushing off the counter and extending a hand out to you.
“S’nice to meet you.”
You nodded, your cheeks suddenly feeling a touch warmer than they had been before as you took his hand in yours, shaking it firmly. “You too.”
He smiled again, nodding his head, holding onto you for just a second longer than what would be considered customary before letting go. He stayed next to you though, folding his arms across his chest as he glanced towards Finn again.
“Now, why are we taking shots?”
“Because she’s,” Finn said, pointing a finger towards you, “applying for the open bartender position.”
Poe raised an eyebrow, turning his attention towards you. “Is that right?”
Your blush only intensified as you noticed those big brown eyes of his flutter quickly over your body, just once, for just a split second. You nodded.
“Have you ever bartended before?”
“Not really,” you admitted, just a hint of a nervous edge in your voice.
Poe shrugged. “Fast learner?”
You nodded again, and Finn spoke before you had a chance to.
“And she apparently already knows more than I freakin’ do. Chocolate cake shots, what the hell?”
“Trust me,” you said, a small chuckle following.
Poe smirked again. “It tastes exactly how it sounds.”
Finn shook his head, adding the sugared lemons to the finished drinks before passing them out.
“You gotta hold the lemon juice in your mouth while you take the shot though,” you added, already taking the wedge off the rim.
Poe nodded, following your actions. “If you don’t, you’ll ruin it.”
You and Poe took your shots first, Finn watching before throwing back his own, his eyes widening in surprise as the liquid ran down his throat.
“Holy shit, you weren’t lying.”
“Have I ever led you wrong?” you laughed, wiping at a stray drop of vodka and Frangelico that ran down your chin.
You could feel Poe staring at you as you did so, and you chose to ignore it, and this time, you attributed the blush on your cheeks to the alcohol slowly moving through your veins.
You reached for Poe’s glass, grabbing Finn’s as well before moving to clean them, just as an excuse to put a little distance between you and Poe. You heard the two of them quietly talking, about what, you didn’t know, couldn’t hear over the running water, and only when the glasses were clean and back in their place did you tune back in.
“Where’s Bee?”
Poe shrugged. “She’s around here somewhere.”
“Who’s Bee?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, looking between the two men in front of you.
“His lady,” Finn chuckled, his answer earning him a sharp jab to the ribs and a small snort from Poe.
Oh, so he was taken?
Figures. A man so beautiful certainly had a woman just as gorgeous on his arm.
Before you had a chance to say anything further, Poe whistled, the sound loud and echoing off the walls, and you jumped for the second time that night. Just ten seconds later, the clattering of nails across hardwood could be heard throughout the restaurant, and a big, white German Shepherd came bounding around the corner of the bar, practically jumping into her owner’s arms.
“Oh hello there sweet girl, were you taking a nap downstairs again?” Poe cooed, scratching the large dog behind her ears.
Bee whined affectionately, her tail wagging erratically. You flushed, laughing at yourself just a little bit for how your mood had taken a hit at the idea of him being taken. You had known him for less than ten minutes.
You watched the two interact for a few seconds, your arms folded loosely over your chest.
“You can pet her if you’d like.”
“Oh how could I ever turn down such an offer?”
You immediately knelt onto the ground, ready and eager to be attacked by the big floof of white fur, but Bee didn’t turn her attention away from her owner, causing you to over exaggerate a pout and Poe to laugh.
“Bee, you’re not working right now sweetheart.”
You looked up at him, tilting your head to the side just a fraction. “Working?”
“Service dog,” Poe shrugged, a mannerism you were quickly learning was signature. “Even when she’s not wearing her vest she likes to think she’s on call.”
You stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, knowing not to pry but also not knowing exactly how to respond.
“She seems to be good at her job,” you settled on finally.
Poe chuckled quietly, nodding his head, not offering up an explanation himself, but that was to be expected. You were still mere strangers.
“Go say hi.”
Bee nuzzled her nose into Poe’s chest before dropping back down onto all fours, finally turning her attention to you. She ignored your outstretched hand, immediately going for your face, licking your cheek and pawing at your thighs. You giggled, stroking the dog down her back, scratching every now and again.
“I think I might steal her,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows as you glanced up.
Poe only laughed, and you spent several minutes merely petting and playing with Bee behind the bar, giving Poe the opportunity to sneak back upstairs and grab her vest — an orange one with the words “service dog” printed onto the side.
“What’s your schedule like next week?” he asked, giving a short whistle after that immediately made Bee pull away from you, sitting patiently as she waited for her owner to slip her vest on.
You shrugged. “I work in the mornings but otherwise I’m free.”
“Ew, mornings,” Poe mumbled, scrunching up his nose before shaking his head. “Think you can come by Monday night so Finn can start training you?”
Finn let out an excited yelp, and you could only blink.
“Wait, like, train as in...I have the job? Just like that?”
“If you don’t burn the place down Monday night and you enjoy yourself, then yeah,” Poe chuckled. “It’s yours.”
You bit your lip, and you wouldn’t have been able to hide your smile regardless of how hard you tried.
“I’m down, Dameron.”
He smiled right back, holding out his hand for you to shake while also simultaneously pulling you off the floor, and you would’ve crashed into your chest had you not braced yourself against the counter with your free hand.
“Welcome aboard.”
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Abbadon asylum
Spoilers by the way!
HOLY SHIT I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS ONE, seriously this is now apart of my top three DLC I've never been more happy with a map.
First off its huge, and absolutely breathtaking! Seriously when I first stepped out I was stunned by it the detail in everything is amazing and when I saw the gate to the asylum I physically exclaimed in excitement it hit me like a brick to the face and I guess I really like bricks to the face. There was plenty to do and plenty to explore in both the village and asylum. I spent ages wandering around the map looking at everything I know the challenge said to complete it in 25 minutes but I spent 25 minutes gawking at my surroundings the moment I walked out the safe room! The village, the farm, the keep and the processing plant on the first chapter were fucking amazing, you had your objective but the amount of space around it you could spend ages snooping around.
The objective was fun and well paced and the horde between each objective were challenging but fun and the new blood spitter was awesome and dulled my seething hatred for the spitters in za4. You had plenty of room to manoeuvre but zombie spawn placement was really good and kept you on your toes constantly I can't wait to test this one out on nightmare i hope they have as many tanks as they did on terminal error.
The Baron, we finally face the Baron! He talks to you throughout the first chapter and boy does he sound terrifying he really sounds demonic and he made me feel super freaked out at checkpoint, I was second guessing my decision to do break in to the asylum constantly. But surprisingly the nazis had actually imprisoned him which is the biggest twist since schweiger turned on us.
And then we actually enter the asylum itself and oh my fucking god was it amazing. Rebellion fully pulled it out of the bag because the asylum is the best looking map in the entire game and that's saying a lot as a die hard deeper than hell fan! Walking up that path way surrounded by zombies trying to break through the gate all the way up to the stairs leading to the asylum and finally getting to see the asylum in its full glory.
Standing just by the entrance and staring up at the place is magnificent once again I was absolutely stunned, then of course the Baron chimed in and began his monologue and I was hooked. Every line he had was said with such malice and evil yet it was elegant and convincing I was so suspicious of him and wouldn't have trusted him normally until he dropped this absolute bomb shell.
"You wish to know the fate of your good friend schweiger, yes? I will reveal it, if you meet me in the cathedral at the heart of this place"
And ladies and gentlemen I damn near screeched! Schweiger may be alive and the Baron knows of his fate, fucking hallelujah!!!! Finally we hear about schweiger again and I'm so fucking excited.
Naturally after hearing that I charged in to that asylum guns blazing and walking around that place was a fucking treat. Once again the design and atmosphere is incredible you really feel uncomfortable here and it's so cold and rotten you can see just how badly decayed this place is and its beautiful, walking past endless cells and desks and cages filled with very pissed off zombies and the jailers! Holy fuck the jailers are awesome the armour and skull helmets were badass even though they are just the elites they were so much fun to look at.
And then we get to the cathedral and meet the Baron for the first time, and my god its freaky. Hes barely human anymore just a mound of fatty rotten flesh that's molded on to the wall like an old stain surrounded by bodies that look to be almost absorbed by him his design is so well made and so disgustingly awesome.
You do a blood fountain ritual on his behalf and after running around the cathedral that quickly gets overwhelmed with zombies you go up and rip his heart out!
Turns out he was just fooling us and sucks us back in to hell for one last boss battle that is to end in the last campaign mission of season 3 that'll hopefully be out next month, we learn a lot about the nazis, the cult and the relic but nothing of schweiger.
I'm so excited for the finale because they've set this up beautifully and I hope that we get to see schweiger one last time and his mention was not just bull shit to get us to do his bidding. Either way though I know 100% that I'm in love with abbadon asylum and I'm going to love the ending!
Theres still so much I've left out for you to do, collect, explore and learn because I seriously believe that you NEED to get this dlc.
And now for photos!
#zombies#horror#rebellion#shooter#zombie army 4#zombie army 4 dead war#efram schweiger#review#dlc#i can already tell the ending to this set of dlc is going to be fucking wild#photography#i'm in love
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She Laughs - Adam Sackler
Summary: Adam and you decide to indulge in some sexy times (your first time as a couple), and it’s different with him.
Warnings: fluff, smut (first one on tumblr!), general crackheadedness
Pairing: Adam Sackler (HBO Girls) x Reader
A/N: this is my first smut on here and i haven’t written one since the 8th grade so i might be a bit rusty, also it’s lighthearted so... i guess enjoy?
“Sorry, did that hurt?”
“Are you sure?”
“Show me how you like to be touched.”
“Say it again.”
“God I love your hands.”
“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
“What do you mean not yet? You can’t expect me not to cum when you’re fucking me so good.”
“Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”
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Adam had spontaneously called you as he was spending another day alone at his apartment. He’d been attempting to learn how to use his phone just so he could talk to you every day, and he finally realized that he was tired of being alone.
So here you were, on a normal Tuesday sitting on his couch as you searched his fridge for anything good to eat. He’ll never admit that he looked at your ass every time you bent down to get something at the bottom. “Man, you’re really healthy.” You teased as you pulled out two apples and threw one in his direction. He fumbled a bit to catch it but still managed to watch the way your body moved as you sat down.
You hadn’t had sex as a couple yet. You’d only been dating for a couple weeks and he definitely respected your request to take it slow, anything to be with you. Even after a couple of weeks, he swore he was falling for you. You smiled at him with a tiny nose scrunch and he felt his heart flutter a bit, the apple completely forgotten as he just wanted to ravish you.
You bit into the apple and a bit of juice escaped from the area of the bite, so you swiped your finger along the bottom and licked it off your finger - quite innocently. He groaned playfully, slamming his head back against the end of the couch and smiling. “What?” You teased, shoving his shoulder a bit as you took another bite of the apple.
“Oh god,” He groaned again and picked his head up to look you up and down, “how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?” You nearly choked on your apple at this kind of talk, swallowing and finding yourself blushing at the compliment. You saw his eyes widen at the comment, “sorry, was that too forward?”
You couldn’t help yourself, you put the apple on the couch and launched at him to kiss him. He gasped slightly at the sudden action but nonetheless let his lips mold to yours, his wandering hands brushing against your waist. Feeling bold, you picked your leg up and straddled his lap, inching further towards him as you could feel him tense up. “Sorry.” You suddenly said, pulling away.
“God, don’t be.” He replied, placing gentle hands on your waist to steady you. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” Your initial shock surprised him more than you - how could he not want you? He thought about you every day, he practically worshipped the ground you walked, and you were surprised that he wanted to ravish every inch of your body?
“I... uh...” He thought you were going to reject him, that you were going to say you wanted to take it slow and things would be awkward from now on. All of the worst case scenarios flooded his head, until he heard you say those magical words. “Yeah... me too, actually.” You chuckled nervously, running your fingers through your hair while one hand remained on his shoulder.
“Are you sure?” He asked sweetly, both of his hands coming up to cup your face, and you couldn’t help but kiss his palms.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” You nodded, taking a deep breath. It’s not like you were a virgin, but your ex was an asshole when it came to sex - he was pressuring and demanding, and never gave any time to you. You really liked Adam, he didn’t deserve your sexual baggage, but now you were ready to let go.
“Fuck yes.” You heard him whisper, and you didn’t have time to giggle as he kissed you with a new hunger. He pulled you closer by your face and held you there, as if he never wanted to let you go, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck.
He found an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, and your soft moan caused a flash of heat in his stomach. Suddenly he was desperate, wanting to hold you close and clawing at your shirt like a rabid animal. You pulled his hair accidentally as you tried to grab his face, but from the groan he let out you could tell he didn’t not like it. All of the feelings you’d both held inside for each other came spilling out, and neither of you were in control of your bodies.
Suddenly, he grabbed the bottom of your thighs and lifted you up like you were paper, causing you to squeal into his mouth. The brief separation just made him more desperate as he tried to navigate his apartment still connected to your lips. As he finally found the bedroom - out of habit - he threw you onto his bed, causing you to make a noise that resembled a bit of pain.
“Fuck!” He quickly ran over to kneel by your side, “sorry, did that hurt?” The worry in his voice was quickly replaced by relief as he heard your muffled giggles.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You waved him off, covering your mouth a bit as you continued to giggle. He laughed a bit with you, softly crawling onto the bed and leaning over you to kiss you. Your giggled subsided as you kissed him back, running your nails down his back - feeling bold once again, you nibbled on his lower lip and pulled his out a bit while you were kissing.
“Fuck.” He growled, pulling away and leaning down to kiss your exposed shoulders, biting just a bit to leave some marks. “You’re so hot.” He whispered, making you blush once again. He felt himself wanting to lose control, to just pin you to the bed and fuck you into next Wednesday, but he wanted to take it slow with you at first. The fucking could wait.
“Can I... please take your shirt off?” His hands tugged desperately at the button of your loose t-shirt, begging for it to be removed.
“Since you asked so nicely.” You teased, and he giggled as he raised the shirt up and off your head. “The bra is a front clasp so...” You laughed once again as you saw his confused face, so you reached down with trembling fingers to undo the clasp.
As it fell off, you watched his expression of confusion melt into one of awe and adoration. “Holy shit.” He breathed, staring at your tits like they were the eighth wonder of the world, “you’re so... you’re so fucking breathtaking.”
The atmosphere in the room changed as he leaned down slowly to kiss you gently, his warm and calloused hands resting on your stomach. You could cry at how loved you felt in that moment, so gently held by such a strong man above you. God, you wanted to treat him right.
The mood shifted once again as his large hands came to fondle with your breasts, and you let out a gentle moan. He wanted to hear that moan again, he made it his life goal to make you moan his name until you couldn’t remember your own. You bit your lip as his thumbs circled your nipples, arching into his touch - it startled him how sensitive you were. “God I love your hands.” You moaned as he continued his work, the praise making his pace falter a bit.
“Say it again.” He growled, placing his head in between your breasts and kissing the cleavage.
“I fucking love your hands.” You repeated, taking one of them off your chest and kissing the tips of his fingers. Your words caused him to moan a bit, and even though you heard it his pride would never admit it. He started to kiss down your body and started to fiddle with the hem of your sweatpants, silently asking for them to come off. “Please.” You nodded and he practically ripped them off, grabbing one of your thighs and kissing down your calves until he almost reached the promised land.
“Please don’t make me beg.” You whined and he chuckled, shaking his head against your stomach.
“But you’re so cute when you do.” He protested, causing you to giggle and reach down to take off your underwear.
“Just touch me, pretty boy.” You whispered, kicking the panties off your legs and noticing the way he stared at your pussy and moaned at the nickname. “You like being called pretty boy?” You asked, running your hand through his hair as he couldn’t take his eyes off your pussy.
“How are you even real?” He asked genuinely, looking up into your eyes and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, shoving his face away playfully. “Can I eat you out?” He asked, and you felt your face get hot at the question - you also felt your heart flutter, nobody had ever asked how you felt. The way you nodded made him laugh, but he quickly grabbed your thighs and spread you out for him. “Tell me how it feels.” He whispered, and before you could respond he dove right in.
His tongue instantly latched onto your clit, swirling his tongue around the nub a bit before taking the flat of his tongue and licking up your entire mound. “Fuck!” You moaned - you haven’t been eaten out in a very long time, and Adam took notice to how sensitive you were. He moaned gently around your clit, once again swirling his tongue around the nub and causing you to let out the same moan. He could feel the electricity shoot up and down his entire body at just the sound of you, he could only imagine what this pussy felt like.
“Fuck, Adam!” You mewled, finding yourself grinding against his mouth, already feeling the coil tighten in your stomach. He moaned around you at the cry of his name, pulling you closed by your ass and suffocating himself on your skin. He could be buried in your pussy for days if his body would allow him. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” He sarcastically mumbled as your hands came down to cart through his hair, messing it up and making it stick upwards. You seemed to like the vibrations against your clit, so he moaned again and he could feel your body tightening. Your moans became closer together and louder, your hands became fists in his hair and you pushed your mound against his mouth. With one final suck to your clit, you came gloriously on his mouth - your thighs closed around his head and he actually thought he would suffocate against you. What a way to die.
“Fuck...” You breathed when you finally came down from your amazing high, staring down at the flushed man below you. You bit your lip and ran your fingers through his hair to put it back into place, pulling him back up to your face to kiss you.
“You are... so, so beautiful.” He sighed against your cheek, kissing it gently and nibbling on your ear, causing you to giggle. “I like the way you laugh.” He smiled, kissing your ear and traveling to your jawline. “It takes the pressure off, I feel like I can be myself around you. It’s so freeing.” Once again, you felt so loved, being held in this context, knowing you both had this effect on each other. You wanted to say you loved him, but you didn’t want to scare him away - but he felt the same.
“I wanna touch you.” You whined, grabbing him by the shoulders and attempting to flip him over, but he was too heavy. He laughed and pushed his head against your stomach, loosening his stature and moving with you as you once again attempted to flip him over. You looked so beautiful on top of him, he could feel the urge under his belt get harder and harder to ignore. “Can I take your pants off?” You asked, and he just blushed from the innocent look you were giving him.
“Go crazy.” He teased, tucking a small strand of hair behind your ear just to adore your face for a second. His heart stopped when you smiled again, pulling his jeans down and he helped you kick them off his legs. He felt bad, this should be more about you - you told him about your asshole ex, so he should be giving you all the pleasure, not the other way around. “Kid, as much as I would love- oh, fuck, okay....”
He was about to protest, but knowing what was coming you started to kiss the bulge in his briefs. You knew he felt bad, but you wanted to give as much to him as he was giving to you, and you wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Can I suck you off?” You asked, and he laughed at the sheer brazenness of your words, but he didn’t protest or complain.
“Show me how you like to be touched.” You whispered as you took off his underwear, his dick instantly standing at attention above you. It was big and intimidating, the tip already red with veins decorating the shaft.
“Woahhhh...” He breathed, “that was crazy hot. You can’t do that.” He shook his head, whipping his hair out of his face a bit - and once again, you laughed that gorgeous laugh of yours. You kissed his thighs with the same amount of worship he did to yours, caressing his strong stomach and kissing up and down his chest. He whimpered before he could catch himself, and you bit your lip at the sound - you made it your life goal to hear that sound again.
“Do you want me to suck you off?” You teased, testing the boundaries and determining his preference in positioning, particularly dom-ing.
“God, yes. Please.” He nodded, his pride hurting a bit for begging but he would do anything you wanted him to do, that’s the kind of power you held over him. He would walk into oncoming traffic for you, he would do anything you wanted and all you had to do was ask.
You started slow, licking up his entire shaft and stopping to suck at the tip for a few seconds. He seemed to like that, shaking a bit the further you got to the tip and the longer you sucked on it. “Fuck, keep doing that.” He encouraged, reaching a tentative hand down to push your hair out of your face. You appreciated the ability to see again and decided to work your way down his cock, taking as much into your throat as you could. He let out a whimper-y growl and threw his head back into the pillows, lifting his hips gently to get further into your mouth.
“God feels so good, kid.” You moaned around his dick, sucking up and down in slow motions to tease him a bit. He wasn’t being rough with you like he normally would, but he liked the freedom of having you take control and work at your own pace - it was sexy. He felt so close already, normally coming from a blowjob would take a little longer but with you below him, he couldn’t help himself. “Fuck, stop. I’m gonna cum.” You obliged and he let out a sigh of relief, but immediately found himself missing the warmth of contact.
He made teasing grabby hands at you, and you giggled while wiping your mouth, coming above him and kissing him sweetly. “You’re so beautiful, Adam.” You sighed, kissing down his chin and across his neck, deciding to leave a couple of marks there. He felt his face heat up at your words, placing a gentle hand in your hair and massaging your scalp as you worked.
“Can I ride you?” You asked sweetly, nibbling on his ear as you said the words.
“Fuck.” He groaned, covering his flushed face with his hands and laughing lightly against them. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Is that a yes?” You questioned, kissing his cheekbone and running your fingers through his long hair to get it out of his face. You noticed some beauty marks that spotted his skin, and you traced your thumb over them, connecting them with non-existent lines.
“That’s a fuck yes, whatever you want.” He nodded and leaned his body up a bit to kiss you on the lips, gently biting onto them and pulling it back. You moaned into his mouth and kissed him with hunger, that fire in your belly re-lighting. “Wait, do you have protection?”
“We don’t need it, I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” He said genuinely, pressing his forehead against yours.
“I’m sure.” You whispered, crawling down his body and kissing his toned chest on the way down. You lifted your body above his, squeezing his already sensitive dick and lining it up with your entrance. He hissed and grabbed your hips as you started to move down on the tip, his head lulling back and his body already needing more. “Fuck, Adam.”
“Please...” You really had him wrapped around your finger if you had him begging for you like this. His mind was fuzzy with pleasure, his toes curled and his back arched into your pussy - he swore it felt like the first time. Not the mechanics of the first time, not messy or confusing or awkward - you were meant for each other, and he’d never felt pleasure like this before.
“God Adam, you’re so fucking sexy.” You grit out, attempting to adjust to his reasonably sized length; it wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable at first.
“Say it again.” He begged again, and you noticed this time that he actually liked to be praised, possibly because he was insecure but this wasn’t the time to get into that.
You leaned down and connected your forehead with his, the new pressure on his dick causing him to moan, biting his lip in anticipation. “You’re,” you kissed the top of his forehead, “so,” you kissed his cheek, “fucking,” you kissed him hard on the lips, fisting your hands in his hair and pulling him upwards to connect further. He groaned as you pulled away, whispering, “sexy,” against his mouth as you roughly bit his lip.
“Fuck me.” He breathed, grabbing both sides of your head and pulling you back into him for a searing kiss, pushing up into your hips as he couldn’t help himself. You both moaned from the contact, grinding back against his hips as you started to get a rhythm. “Fuck!” Adam groaned as you pulled back a bit to splay your hands over his chest, continuing to grind against his dick.
As you found what worked for you and found a set rhythm, your moans started to become more consistent and melodic. It was almost embarrassing how flushed Adam was becoming, his face and his chest were covered in splotchy red marks. “Shit, yeah.” You moaned and started to bounce on his dick, to which he moaned loudly and threw his head back, nearly hitting the headboard. “We’re gonna... get a noise complaint,” you moaned and put your hands by his thighs to grind against him better, “and it’s not going to be... because of me.” You teased him, throwing your head back and displaying your perfect tits for him to reach out and grab.
“Fuck... I wish I could come up with a good comeback... but you’re probably right.” He shot back, panting and trying his best to last longer, he was biting his lip so hard he was sure it would start bleeding. “Shit, I think I’m gonna cum soon...”
“Not yet, wait...” You begged, bouncing harder on his dick which didn’t help to slow down the process.
“What do you mean not yet?” He stared at you as if you had four heads, “you can’t expect me not to... cum when you’re... fucking me so, so good.” You laughed at his complaint, once again leaning down to kiss him on the lips. “Shit, can we switch real quick?”
“’Course.” You replied, still grinding on him to continue the motion, “whatever you want.”
He nodded, letting out another moan before grabbing your thighs and holding you close, flipping you around as to not lose the connection. You landed on your back with a bit of a squeal, and he lied his head against your stomach to laugh a bit. You ruffled his hair and he looked up at you with that sweet smile, nothing but love and adoration filling those honey brown eyes. “My god, you have no right being that damn cute.”
At the compliment, he started slowly moving against your walls again, and since you were already sensitive, your giggles morphed into moans. “You like the way I look?” He asked, his voice strained as he began to pick up the pace, resting on one elbow while his other hand found itself on your hand.
“Fuck, yes!” You replied, grinding back against him and sticking with his rhythm.
“Oh yeah, fuck me back.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours and biting his lip. “You really like me?” He asked, half to help you get closer and half to confirm that a goddess like you could actually like someone like him.
“Fuck, Adam!” You yelled as his hips started snapping against yours harder and harder, you couldn’t keep up with his pace. He wrapped your legs around his waist and you clung onto him for dear life, he could feel the scratches forming on his back and he couldn’t help but let out a carnal growl.
“Answer me.” He was sweating now, his moans becoming more frequent and closer together. He reached his other hand down to rub against your clit, and he could tell he was hitting a special spot inside of you from the way you were practically screaming. “Do you really like me?”
“Fuck, Adam. I love you!” You couldn’t comprehend the words coming out of your mouth since you were on another planet, but the words made his heart and his pace stutter. Your words set off something deep within him, and now he made it his only goal in life to made you cum, to make you feel otherworldly pleasure.
He was fucking you so good, the pleasure was starting to build up inside of you at such a rapid pace it almost burned. Your mouth was glued open and you couldn’t stop the flow of moans echoing from your mouth, your nails that dug into his back were sure to leave marks that would last a while. “Adam, don’t stop don’t fucking stop please please please.” The hand that was holding himself up reached up to grab your hand, pinning it above your head and holding it sweetly. “Make me cum, make me cum please, please.” You definitely didn’t have any control of what you were saying - and my God he would do anything to please you. He felt his body swell with pride, knowing he could make you feel this good.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” He strained, his senses overloaded, surrounded by the godliness of you and this mind-blowing pleasure flooding his veins.
“Please, fuck, inside of me.” You nodded, wanting to kiss him but you were so close and you couldn’t stop your moans.
Just those three words sent him over the edge, pushing his dick deep inside of you as he came harder than he ever had before. The feeling of him still pumping and rubbing at your clit send you over the edge in a way you never experienced before, it felt different, and so much better than anything you’ve ever felt. Your moans mixed together in a somewhat off-kilter but gorgeous harmony, and it went on for a while. Even after the orgasms had subsided, you were both still whimpering, holding each other close and never wanting to let go.
He was shaking against you, wrapping his arms underneath your body and holding you impossibly closer against him. It took a few moments of sub-space bliss before your vision cleared and realized he was crying. “Hey...” You whispered, your voice still a bit shaky and raw, “what’s wrong?” You pulled his head from out of your shoulder, and his eyes were teary and red-rimmed, but he didn’t look sad. He was smiling slightly, not crying enough for tears to fall down his cheeks but enough to blur his vision a bit. You pushed his hair out of his face, trying to read him, and he could tell, so he leaned down to kiss you. Of course, you couldn’t resist kissing him back, but the concern still remained. “Adam... baby... what’s wrong?”
He smiled against your lips, “nothing’s wrong. I’m just moved.” That didn’t answer any concern you previously had and didn’t work to soothe your concern now. In fact, it left you more curious.
“Moved? Moved how?” He seemed to like your confusion, pressing his forehead against yours and nuzzling his nose against yours.
“I love you too.” He confessed, and your eyes briefly widened at the admission - you could tell he started to regret saying it from the way his eyes changed. You hadn’t realized you said that out loud in your haze of pleasure, and although it was something you actually felt for him, that probably wasn’t the best time for it to come out.
“Did I say that out loud?” You asked genuinely, and while he laughed lightly, it still sounded pained. He kissed your lips and looked down, guiding himself out of you with a soft groan, and shifting off the bed to move away.
“I really love you, kid. I know it’s... early or cheesy to say it or whatever, and it’s not just because of the sex, even though the sex was fucking...” He blew out a breath and scratched the back of his neck, causing you to giggle, tears beginning to fill your eyes. “Yeah... you don’t have to... say it back but I just wanted you to know that I mean it.” He gave you a smile, but inside he just really wanted you to say it back, even if it wasn’t true - just for the validation
Adam had always been insecure in a relationship when it came to mutual love, Hannah had fucked him up a bit and even though she was out of the picture, he still held that pain. He really loved you, and when he really loved someone, really felt that connection with someone, he was all in. With these thoughts in mind, the dread and insecurity began to set in, and you could see the sudden change in his face.
“Hey.” Your voice soothed, grabbing his wrist and stopping him carefully in his tracks, he could feel his heart skip a beat before he looked back down at you. His body pulled him towards you, like his brain didn’t have control and it was just you... all he could ever do or see or think about... was you.
“I do love you, by the way. I just didn’t want it to come out... then.” The joy that filled his heart caused his chest to swell at the confession, his mind immediately shaking off the insecurity that so easily plagued his mind.
But you weren’t satisfied, he still seemed to hold onto the pain, so you pulled him back down to the bed. You lifted your weak body up and planted a firm kiss on his lips, he moaned briefly at the surprise. “Adam Sackler.” You soothed, cupping his face with your small hand, your other coming to connect with his large one. “I’ve loved you since the moment you sat down in that restaurant, the moment you talked about your love of acting, the moment you opened up so we could communicate better, the moment I sat on your couch and we ate yoghurt in silence. Every moment with you, has made me love you so much more. Please, believe me when I say you are one of the best people I’ve ever met.”
He just shook his head and smiled, his mind immediately shaking off the insecurity. “That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, kid.” He was hiding his emotions a bit, truthfully he could start crying and lie in your arms all day and night, being reassured of your love over and over again.
“I like the way you call me kid.” You smiled, kissing the tip of his nose and he scrunched it a bit in response, pushing his forehead against yours until you were lying on the bed. “I’m trying to think of something for you, I’ll come up with it when I’m actually on Earth.”
He chuckled as he got up off the bed, kissing your hand and walking to the bathroom. You were going to protest, but you felt your body become heavier the longer he was gone, and you began to drift in and out of sleep.
Suddenly, you were met with a warm sensation around your sensitive pussy, causing you to jerk backwards in surprise. “Sorry! Didn’t want to bother you.” He whispered, cleaning you and himself up, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“It’s okay, I should probably pee anyway.” You shrugged, hoisting yourself out of the bed and giving him a small kiss on the neck before walking to the bathroom.
“The bed’s getting cold.” He whined as you began to come back, washing your hands in the bathroom. You giggled at his neediness and dried your hands before walking back to the bedroom area. He smiled when you came in, and you swore you would never leave just by the adoration in his eyes when he saw you. You promised you’d marry him. And have his probably freakishly large children.
“Better?” You asked as you cuddled against his chest, kissing his collarbones and making your way back up to his face.
“Much.” He whispered, before sweetly kissing you on the lips. And you lied there in comfortable silence as the functions in your brain began to quiet, and your bodies became heavier with the weight of sleep.
And in that moment, he promised he would marry you.
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February 2, 2021: Pretty Woman (Review)
Before I jump right into this review, I would like to say something about this movie: it’s timeless, while not aging super well for a couple of reasons. Those reasons make this film a tad problematic, and they are as follows, at least according to me:
Prostitution: Look, in NO WAY can I claim to be an expert, or very knowledgeable on culture in the world of sex workers, duh. But, given changing opinions in this during the past three decades since this film came out, this is bound to seem a little dated. Still, some credit for Edward not being...terribly condescending to her throughout this movie. Again, this is just something I’m noting. If anyone with more expertise knows more about how sex workers feel about this film, hit me up; I’m quite curious.
Edward: Speaking of Edward, though, I know that his character came off at the time as similar to Gordon Gekko from Wall Street (can’t confirm, never seen it), and stereotypical businessman characters (and actual people) from the time, and that he was probably considered quite suave and cool at that time. And don’t get me wrong, Edward is...fine...but living in 2021, and in the current political climate in America...dude comes off like a STRAIGHT sociopath throughout this movie. Yeah, no, less Prince Charming, more Prince Harming. I saw somebody describe him as a romantic Patrick Bateman, and GODDAMN does that resonate. That Zodiac Killer joke from the Recap? That was only slightly kidding, real talk.
I’m sure there are more (especially in terms of gender politics and sexism, but I AM NOT QUALIFIED ENOUGH FOR THAT), but these are the ones that came to me during the watching of the film. Anyway, shall we continue? Because I really DID like this movie, despite some problems with it. Let’s get the Review started!
Review
Cast and Acting: 9/10
Edward might be a sociopath, but I don’t lame Richard Gere for that at all. He works through the character to create some legit emotional development for him, and I appreciate it quite a bit. But he’s not the draw here. First, let’s talk about the supporting cast here. Yes, really. Héctor Elizondo, a Garry Marshall regular, IS A GOD in this movie. I love Barney so much, you have no idea. Laura San Giacomo is a quirky best friend, and I love her. Ralph Bellamy plays a very sweet man in David Morse (even if I disagree with his business). And finally, Jason Alexnder’s Phil Stuckey is IMPRESSIVELY slimy, if a little much at times. Still, he made a good villain in a film that didn’t necessarily need one.
But you all know. You know who takes the entire show here, I know you do. That 9 up there? Sure, the supporting cast carries about 2 of those points, and Gere has one...but JULIA FRIGGIN’ ROBERTS, ACTRESS QUEEN OF ROMANCIA is the star and glue of this movie! She’s perfect, she’s charming, she’s quirky, and she’s absolutely fantastic. Holy shit, I understand solely from this movie, why Julia Roberts became as much of a star as she is.
Plot and Writing: 8/10
Roger Ebert called this a good take on the Pygmalion and Cinderella formulas, both of which the movie heartily acknowledges. And, uh...yeah, it’s a legitimately good take on those formulae, while still being its own unique film, and it’s getting credit for that! It’s interesting to me that J.F. Lawton is the writer, because he...he didn’t do any great things after this one. Under Siege, maybe. Blankman, maybe. I haven’t seen either, so I can’t comment. However, he also wrote Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death. Um. What. Pardon me. Wut. Anyway, plot’s good, character development is apparent through the writing and story, and the only real problem I have is that the time scale is literally a week. And it’s a fairy tale, yeah, and the cheesy nature of some of it definitely shows that. So, not perfect, but still good and unique!
Directing and Cinematography: 7/10
Garry Marshall, former advisor of the land of Romancia...yeah, you did alright. Nothing over-the-top amazing, but not bad by any means. It’s good, but it’s an average kind of good. Same goes for Charles Minsky’s cinematography, which is quite good, but never really breathtaking to me. Good, just not necessarily a cinematic masterpiece.
Production and Art Design: 8/10
The dichotomy between Vivian’s street world and Edward’s high-society world is very well visually portrayed, I gotta say. Most of that isn’t exactly iconically distinctive, but it’s still good. I say MOST of it because, well...Julia Roberts, man. The outfits she’s given in this movie are insanely iconic, even to this day, and they really pick up during the second half of the film. The polo dress, the Rodeo drive dress, the GODDAMN RED OPERA DRESS! It’s all gorgeous, and I genuinely love it all. But one wardrobe does not a movie make. Hence, it’s not perfect, but it’s still up there.
Music and Editing: 7/10
How goes it, James Newton Howard? This won’t be the last time I see you this year, I’m sure. And your score here is great! ANd I don’t remember it...at all! Literally, all of that music is drowned out for me by Roy Orbison’s “Pretty Woman.” By the way, DID NOT REALIZE that that wasn’t Elvis Presley, nor did my girlfriend. You learn something every day. But anyway, here’s the deal: this film is Dirty Dancing in reverse, in terms of music. And slightly worse than that. A lot of pop songs are peppered throughout this movie, and they’re all famous and good...but they aren’t really tied to this movie much, outside of “Pretty Woman.” But they’re mostly fitting with the times presented in the movie, unlike some of Dirty Dancing’s soundtrack. Not as iconic, but better fitting with the atmosphere. There you have it.
I mean, yeah, a LOT, even. At least 78% approval from me!
Pretty Woman is a cheesy yet heartfelt fairy tale of a movie, and it’s sweet all throughout. Problematic or not, I understand how this film but a crown on the heads of the King and Queen of Romancia. ALL HAIL KING GERE AND QUEEN ROBERTS!
But wait...on the horizon. A rival, and far larger nation, is arming its people, led by a fearsome warrior Queen, and one of her most faithful Kings. The Holy Romance Empire is on the march, and it wants blood. Until then...they will get no sleep.
February 3, 2021: Sleepless in Seattle (1993)
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Electricity | Shawn Mendes
“Going to the gym it’s already a part of Shawn’s life, but the whole atmosphere changes when he sees you waking in for the first time. It was like electricity”
sooo, even tough i’m working on a new soulmate series (follow me for more updates *wink*) i felt bad for not updating my masterlist or whatever recently, so i had this idea coming back from gym and it’s a really simple concept. anyways, i’ll stop rambling and hope you like this concept/blurb thing... that’s it, it’s not my best work, but it was what I could come up with... byeeee
*Word Count: 2.2K+
*Warnings: cursing and that's it!
*Posted: March 15th, 2020.
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Shawn’s pretty sure he’s an idiot. Not that he ever doubted that, but right now he’s just one hundred percent sure he’s pathetic. Working out is a really important thing on his life, not only for working purposes, but also to be able to keep up with all the stuff he has to do in general and to keep himself healthy. So it’s no surprise he’s basically everyday on the gym or doing something, and he generally was really good on focusing only on his workout, but recently that was becoming harder and harder, all because of you.
He’d always workout on the mornings to be able to work after and be free for the rest of the day, making this routine to not have excuses to skip leg day. And since this have been for a while, he knew pretty much everyone around him enough to notice when someone new showed up, but he didn’t pay much attention. That was until the first time he saw you. You were walking into the gym with a friend, giggling about something she said with an adorable blush on your face, an oversized hoodie and a pair of black leggings, and the messiest yet most beautiful ponytail he has ever seen in his life.
He just stood there in shock, mesmerized by the sound of you laughing and breathtaking smile and his trainer even asked if he was okay, which he just nodded. He tried so hard not to look at you because he thought that was invasive and kind of a dick thing to do, he couldn’t help to find himself looking for you, trying so bad to keep his eyes to himself. He didn’t want to be a creep. The second time his trainer noticed, he told him she was the sweetest girl he ever met but was dating some dude at work. The third time he tried to ignore your presence but it was hard, you were like a magnet and your voice was like melody to his ears.
His biggest regret was telling that to his friends, they didn’t miss a beat on mocking him about the mysterious girl he’s been crazy about. Every single time he mentioned something gym related they would make some funny comment about it. Brian even decided he would join him on his workout just to see the girl that’s been on his friends mind for a while now. So a week later he joined Shawn at the gym on his usual time and couldn’t stop cursing.
“Dude, why do you wake up that early?!”
“So that I can start my day knowing I already worked out and that I’m free”
“You are fucking insane, Mendes”
“Fuck off, Brian” he said chuckling as he got there and pushed the door open.
“I better end up looking like you after all this sacrifice”
“You know that’s not how working out works, right?”
“Yeah, and that’s why I hate it”
“Shut up, you didn’t even started, dude”
“Whatever” Brian said as they approached the trainer, only to be told to start by earning up.
They followed Shawn’s insane routine, with Brian complaining at every single movement, saying it was pointless since you were not there for him to finally meet you, even tough Shawn didn’t even had the courage to talk to you. When Brian was cursing for the billionth time, Shawn saw you walking in alone and going straight to the girl who he noticed that might be your trainer.
“Dude, what’re you... oh shit, that’s her isn’t she?”
“Yeah”
“Shit, I know her”
“What?!”
“I mean, I don’t actually know her, but she’s a really good Finn’s friend”
“Finn’s? She’s not his girlfriend?”
“No, dude, he’s got a girlfriend for two years now”
“Holy shit”
“Want me to talk to her and introduce you guys?”
“That would be so awkward”
“Only if you make it”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea”
“Are we done?”
“With what?”
“Your routine? ‘Cause I honestly feel like I won’t be able to talk tomorrow”
“Yeah, we can cut it a little shorter today”
“Great, hey, Y/N!”
“Brian” Shawn hissed through gritted teeth but it was too late, you turned around to see who was calling your name, and then you shot them a breathtaking smile, or at least, Shawn was finding it extremely hard to breath.
“Brian, right?” she asked approaching both of them.
“Yeah, that’s me, and this is Shawn, my best friend”
“Hi, Shawn” she said smiling at me and offering her hand to shake, and so I did.
“Hey, nice to meet you” Shawn said unable to hold back the grin that was plastered on his pink lips.
“Are you guys done? I don’t want to bother you too”
“Yeah, we’re cool, how’ve you been?”
“Fine, actually, things are a little crazy at work but that’s a good thing right?”
“I guess so, she’s a lawyer” Brian said.
“Oh, that’s nice”
“What have you been doing?”
“I’ve been working with Shawn for the past months”
“Really? Didn’t know you had music gift”
“Oh, he doesn’t” Shawn said and the girl giggled.
“I’ve been helping him on tour”
“So basically you’ve been traveling ‘helping Shawn’ and being payed for it?”
“Pretty much” Shawn said smiling.
“Hey, I do a lot, okay?”
“Sure thing, Brian, how do I take his place?”
“Just say the word” Shawn said chuckling making Y/N giggle, his heart melting at the sound.
“Great to know you too are already friendly enough to mock me” Brian said making both of their faces red.
“Anyway, it was nice talking to you guys, but I really gotta start this so I won’t be late later”
“Sure, it was nice seeing you too, Y/N, take care” Brian said and Shawn just mumbled a quick ‘bye’ before she turned away smiling at them “now you know each other” Brian said grinning and Shawn hit the back of his head playfully.
“You idiot” Shawn said as they left the gym laughing.
-*-
Since their first introduction, they haven’t talked much but would always say ‘hi’ at least to each other everyday, and she didn’t leave his mind at all. It was getting harder to don’t seem like a creep for looking at her while she was trying to mind her own business and sometimes he even caught her staring, but quickly turning away. So when she didn’t show up one day he got worried, she didn’t seem the type to miss her training, at least, she didn’t on the last month and a half. He even considered asking what happened to her coach but decided to drop it. But for his relief, she came to talk to Shawn’s trainer about it.
“Y/N called to say she couldn’t make it”
“Oh, everything alright?”
“Yeah, she just had a meeting she had to reschedule and she’s super busy, so this was the only time she and her client could meet”
“Nice... can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure”
“I won’t be able to come here on Friday, can you keep an eye on Shawn for me?”
“Totally, I just have to ask Y/N since she’s in for his usual time”
“I can come on another time if you want” Shawn said as he finished a series, taking a break.
“I’ll talk to her, if she doesn’t mind, would it be bad for you?”
“No, not at all” Shawn said trying to contain his excitement.
“Great, thanks, Jen”
“Anytime, Duke” she said as she went back to where she was previously.
“She said Y/N finds you cute”
“What?”
“Yeah, you should ask her out”
“Dude, are you serious? Is my love life you entertainment?” Shawn asked trying to keep his features as serious as possible.
“Pretty much”
“Unbelievable”
“But for real, you should really ask her out, it’s been a while you’ve been drooling over her and not doing anything about it”
“Yeah, maybe Friday”
“Whatever works for you, rockstar, now let’s go back to work”
-*-
Friday came faster than expected. Shawn was practically hoping on the streets to get to the gym in excitement. Jen was already there when he arrived, but he didn’t spot Y/N, which calmed him a bit.
“Hey, how are you?”
“Hi, Shawn, good morning, Duke showed me his plans for you, do you mind if we change it a bit?”
“Not at all, what do you have in mind?”
“I know you have some hard times stretching, so maybe we could work on that as well? To balance things a bit”
“Sure”
“Great, Y/N will be here anytime, wanna start warming up a bit?”
“Works for me”
Just as Shawn was doing as Jen told him to, Y/N walked in wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie, as always, and her hair in two braids. He could feel his palms sweating.
“Good morning, guys” Y/N said smiling at them.
“Morning” they both answered.
“So, Jen, what are we doing today?”
“We’re not going to change much, Shawn’s going to fit in your routine”
“Good luck, dude”
“Hey, it can’t be that hard right? I think I can handle it” he said, feeling his ego being punched.
Shawn didn’t consider himself as an athlete of anything like that, but he worked out hard for a while now.
“Let’s ser about that, tiger” Y/N said with a grin playing on her lips.
“Enough with the flirting, can we start?”
“Yes, Ma’am” Shawn said as soon as he felt his face heat up and Y/N’s cheek get a little pinker than usual.
He was so wrong. His workout routine was pretty intense, but hers were just something else. She trained a lot the muscles on her anda and back due to pain she has from stress and position at work, so there’s not so much weight lifting but what she does is just as bad, Shawn found himself almost begging to grab a few weights or something on his routine. When Jen announced the worst was over he almost felt happy, then he remembered she told him she was going to help them stretch, which was literally his biggest fear.
He was mesmerized by Y/N’s ability to apparently ignore the natural humane positions and simply became like a doll on Jen’s hands. He just stood there in awe with every movement she made while he couldn’t even touch his toes. But even tough the training was completely different and out of his comfort zone, he swear he never had more fun in his life. Y/N was constantly cracking jokes and making some sarcastic yet funny comments about pretty much everything. He was also impressed at how naturally the conversation was flowing between them, they sometimes ever forgot that Jen was right there beside them the whole time, only being remembered due to the exercises and the bickering about their flirting situation. Shawn found himself disappointed on how fast the minutes flew by.
“Well, it was fun, guys, see you two on Monday” Jen said as we grabbed our stuff.
“See you, Jen, thank you” Shawn said as she went to her next class.
“She’s right, today was actually really nice” Y/N said looking up at Shawn from where she was sitting on the floor.
“It was, Monday we’ll have the part two to this”
“Yeah... or maybe...”
“Yeah?” Shawn asked offering a hand for her to stand up, which she gladly took with a smile on her lips.
“Are you free right now?”
“I am, why?”
“Wanna go grab something to eat? There’s this really nice place nearby with some healthy stuff and great iced teas”
“I’d love that, actually I was intending to ask you out for a while now”
“I know” She said chuckling.
“What? Wait... how?!”
“Brian told me”
“I’m going to kill him” Shawn muttered under his breath.
“Hey” she said squeezing his hand, that he even forgot that was still holding hers “don’t do it, I’ve been wanting to do the same for a while now”
“Really?” Shawn asked, his whole demeanor changing into a smirk, making her blush.
“Yeah, I was just waiting to see if you’d actually do something other than ask about me or stare at me from a distance”
“Sorry, I got a little nervous”
“That’s why I decided to step up”
“And I appreciate it, but I was wondering... if we could actually have a proper date, one that I’m not all sweaty and shit”
“Hmm... it depends”
“On what?”
“Are actually going to ask me out this time?”
“Y/N, would you like to go on date with me... tonight... or whenever you’re available actually”
“I’d love to, and tonight’s just fine by the way”
“Okay, I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Fine by me, give me your phone” she said and I handled it to her, in which she wrote her number down.
“Thank you” Shawn said smiling at her.
“Are we still going to grab something to eat now or...?”
“Oh, yeah, sure, let’s go” Shawn said squeezing her hand back and she just smiled at him, not letting go of his hand as she pulled him outside.
Shawn could literally feel his whole body exploding in excitement. Little did he know, she was feeling the same way.
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you should do a fic recs post 👀
AAYYYYEEEE
mkay so obviously this is going to vary wildly for people because these are my fave BS fics and the only factor I have in choosing them is: DOES IT SPARK WILD EMOTIONS AND MAKE ME WANT TO HURL MYSELF OUT A WINDOW (IN A GOOD WAY)?
Will I be giving coherent plot summaries? No. Will I be screaming about the elements I love loud enough to break the sound barrier? YES.
In no particular order:
- Seedlings by twofrontteethstillcrooked
Silverflint modern AU. LISTEN. Not only am I a SLUT for modern aus, but also the TONE? The atmosphere? The growing sense of intimacy? THE FUCKING HUMOUR? Please, the first time I read the sentence about Vane, I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe. (Everything this author has written for BS is solid gold. The taco salad fic? Impeccable.)
-don’t come closer, don’t let go of me by youatemytailor
Sometimes I like to drown in my silverflint feelings and this still brings tears to my eyes on the reread, so. Angsty post-finale fic.
- Stimulus by astronautsquid
Flinthamilton post-canon HOLY SHIT SHIT SHIT. Okay, like? Sometimes you are in the mood for two middle-aged men who have Been Through It slowly reconnecting with each other and also with their bodies, and sometimes you find the most breathtaking fic detailing this and sometimes after you read it your chest aches and you need to lie on the floor and cry for a bit. Ya know? (The erectile dysfunction fic you never knew you needed.)
- choose for my triumph an easier end by whimsicalimages
OT4! OT4! Silvermadiflinthamilton + kidfic! I am 10000% here for exasperated uncle James, inquisitive children, and everyone dunking on John Silver. A+ fluff and love.
- The Cup of Their Deserving (the wages of their virtue) by DreamingPagan
OKAY O K A Y O K AAAA YYYY . This fic? How do I even begin. It literally redefined how I see canon. The BEST Madi pov I’ve read in all 226 pages on the archive (seriously, just. I can’t get over it, I was hooked on her by the end of the first paragraph, her anger, her compassion, all of it). Seeing James and Thomas reunited and healing together was a gd balm for my soul (do you want to cry about Thomas Hamilton? Please read this fic. Read the part about the clothes.) I was angry over Silver’s actions in the finale, and reading this fic was so fuckin cathartic after that. Whew. I can’t recommend this one highly enough. (ALSO do yourselves a favour and check out Reclamation for ANOTHER EPIC TAKE on things post-canon and ridiculously cute rarepair Vane/Madi which actually works???)
- in, out by woodlands but actually just do yourself a favour and read everything @halewoods has written
I don’t even normally bookmark angst but I sure do when it knocks my socks off like this!! Please read to have your heart break even more for James Flint than you previously thought possible, and also for absolutely captivating writing.
- the ENTIRETY of please do not let me go by natlet
Silverflint. This WHOLE SERIES is my FAVOURITE THING IN THE ENTIRE FANDOM. It's like someone reached into my brain, saw all of my buttons and pressed every single one of them at once. Epic tenderness, newfound emotional awakenings, soft SOFT feelings, desperately hot sex, not a single chapter without some kind of hurt/comfort, MULTIPLE counts of James Flint receiving said comfort, heartbreakingly gentle caretaking, and all of this with the best narrative voice for Silver that I've yet seen, and the most fucking insightful look at Silver and Flint's relationship that I have yet come across. CANNOT recommend this highly enough, especially if you, like me, have a serious case of “wanting James Flint to be loved”-itis.
- James Flint Appreciation Week by fandomfan
Silverflint, does what it says on the tin and does it DELICIOUSLY. James Flint gets the love and appreciation he deserves! There’s a line in here that absolutely undid me. The James Dates series is also well worth a read!
There’s more, there’s TONS more, but these are the ones I have bookmarked and readily available. I’m sure none of these are new to anyone, anyway, since they’re all near the top results if you filter by bookmarks, but! Just in case.
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Prompt: reddie meeting at a museum
Gosh, sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it! Thanks so much for the prompt, it was lotsa fun to write ♡
I also wrote a part 2: READ HERE
”I just love the duh-detailing on the trees, do you s-see that?”
“Uh huh”, Eddie barely gave the painting a glance, instead looking around to see if there was anything else interesting nearby. Bill didn’t notice.
“And then the sky in between the b-branches, even though it’s black, somehow it’s still puh-popping out of the frame”, Bill finally seemed to notice Eddie looking away and poked his upper arm. “Eddie, are you seeing this?”
“Sure.” Leaning in, he tried taking in whatever Bill had just said, but it had disappeared from his mind. Into one ear and out the other.
“Probably one of my f-favorites so far.”
If only they hadn’t already been there for two hours Eddie might have cared. Instead he was bored out of his mind.
“Bill”, Eddie finally got his attention. “This was fun for the first half hour, but you promised there was that special art piece here? When are we getting to see that?”
It had been a week since Bill had called in excitement, babbling on the phone about the new space exhibit at their local art museum. Apparently lots of talented artists from their area. Eddie had been intrigued, especially when Bill mentioned the highlight of the exhibit: a closed room where if you stood at specific spots, it looked like you were floating in space.
“And it’s all juh-just optical illusion! And it’s painted on, glow-in-the-dark painting! Absolutely a-amazing!” Bill had yelled.
Eddie had quickly agreed after that. The universe wasn’t something he was majorly invested in or anything, but an illusion of floating in space? Now that sounded interesting. He wanted to get more knowledge on art anyways, get some perspective.
And he’d really tried. Oh, how he’d tried. Yet, there were only so many paintings of stars he could look at before it all blended together and his brain started melting.
“Oh”, Bill raised his eyebrows, seeming to just remember about that part of the exhibit. “Of course, it’s over here.”
Apparently that specific room was used for special art pieces all the time, and Bill (visiting the museum quite often), knew well where it was.
“Here”, he nodded towards a box of a room, smaller than Eddie had pictured, about the size of his own bedroom back in Derry. “I have to go pee, but you can just go ahead and I’ll j-join you in a minute.”
Bill was off before Eddie could respond.
Sighing, he slid the door open and it glided to the side soundlessly. In the darkness he could barely spot the silhouette of another man, the quiet from the room much more pressuring than he’d anticipated.
It was the kind of quiet where it felt like even the smallest of breaths would ruin the atmosphere and shatter the layer of silence. Glad to be wearing soft sneakers, he managed to step inside without disturbing the man.
He finally got to look around the room then, stars and planets painted all around. The four walls, the ceiling and even the floor were covered in black. It was obvious he was standing in the wrong place, the stars looking disfigured and stretched out.
After some time getting used to the dark, he finally saw a gray X on the floor, marking one of the spots where the optical illusion would work. So he walked over, as quiet as he could, but as soon as he focused back on the art, he couldn’t help the small gasp escaping him.
That was when a short yelp broke through the silence, making Eddie jump out of his bones in alarm.
“Holy shit!” a voice started laughing behind him, and Eddie whipped around. “Oh, my god. You scared me!”
“What?” Eddie’s heart was still beating fast, eyes landing on the man.
“I got so lost in looking at Jupiter that I just completely zoned out, didn’t notice anyone coming in.”
Even in the dim light, Eddie noticed the man running a hand through his hair, a mop of curls reaching down to his shoulders. He was tall, wearing glasses that reflected some of the stars on the wall, and he seemed to be grinning.
“Sorry?” Eddie still didn’t understand.
“Your little gasp there, snapped me right out of my trance.”
“Oh”, Eddie sighed, feeling his heart slow down. “Well, you scared me too so I guess we’re even.”
The man laughed. “I guess we are.”
They stood looking at each other for a few seconds, and Eddie considered turning around to resume his watching. But then the man waved him over with a hand gesture. “Come here.”
With cautious steps, Eddie furrowed his brows before walking towards him.
“Alright, stand here.” The man stepped away and pointed down at the X he’d been standing on just a few seconds ago. Putting his hands on Eddie’s shoulder, he turned him around to point him towards the painted planet, a finger appearing right next to Eddie’s head. “Look.”
And oh.
“Oh”, Eddie’s eyes widened as he took it in, the details, the gorgeous mix of browns and blues and whites, the swirls and spirals, looking so real. It was breathtaking.
“It’s amazing, right?” The man still had his hands on Eddie, looking over his shoulder so he could study the painting too. “I was probably staring at it for three minutes straight earlier.”
“I don’t blame you.”
“You’ve seen those pictures of Jupiter, right?”
“No, I don’t think so?” Eddie couldn’t tear his eyes away from the art.
“Well, I think it’s my favorite planet, it’s just so beautiful. And those pictures, I’ll have to show them to you after - anyways, this painter has captured it so well.” The man was almost whispering now, voice hushed and low.
“Wow.” Eddie himself didn’t have much knowledge on the universe, not much interest either. But listening to this man sparked it nonetheless. Just hearing someone who cared and obviously loved it so much made it much more easy to take it all in.
“Do you have a favorite planet?”
“Uh, I’ve never really thought about it”, Eddie scratched his head. “I guess this one doesn’t look too bad.”
A breath of laughter hit Eddie’s ear. “Not too bad?”
Eddie sighed. “Alright, it’s breathtaking.”
“Glad we agree.”
Eddie nodded his head, turning around to face the man. He was standing closer than Eddie had thought and Eddie ended up knocking into him with his shoulder. “Uh.”
“Oh!” The man took a step back. “Sorry, didn’t mean to step all into your space there.”
“No, that’s”, Eddie managed a smile, gears already turning inside his head at the man’s comment. “That’s okay, I guess we’re in the same space here anyways, huh?” He pointed his finger around the room, a stupid grin on his face.
The man stood staring for a second, and Eddie feared that he might have just embarrassed himself. But then the man laughed, the sound bright and happy.
“I’m-” the man was shaking his head. “Wow, that’s- that’s adorable.”
He was cute. Like, he was really cute. And even though it was dark, the only light coming from the glowing stars around them, it wasn’t hard to see. A charming smile, sharp nose and fluffy hair that looked even softer than the fleece Eddie had at home. The one he cuddled into every winter, stroking at the arms without thinking, the fabric silky-smooth underneath his fingers.
And was that freckles he saw?
Eddie couldn’t even see the man’s eyes, but he was still mesmerized, almost as much as he was by Jupiter.
“I’m Richie.”
“Eddie.”
“Do you-”, Richie rocked back and forth on his heels, gesturing with his head towards the door, “do you wanna step outside for a bit?”
“Sure.”
The two smiled at each other shyly before shuffling out of the room, door sliding open just as quietly as earlier.
The light blinded Eddie for a moment, and he had to blink harshly a couple of times.
“Jesus, that’s bright”, Richie removed his glasses to rub at his eyes. When he looked back up, putting them on again, Eddie wanted to sigh in frustration, because really? Gorgeous blue eyes? Seriously?
Eddie was very gay, and it was just unfair at this point.
“So, Eddie?” Richie tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. “You come here often?”
“No, not really”, Eddie admitted. “I’m just here with my friend Bill, he’s an art nerd so he comes here a lot.”
Richie was nodding his head. “Oh, that’s cool”, he laughed nervously, “I was actually trying a pick-up line on you?” Eddie’s heart stopped. “But uh, I appreciate getting an answer.” His smile dropped, brows furrowing. “Did I read this wrong?”
“No!” Eddie exclaimed, Richie’s eyes widening. “No, uh, you didn’t.” He pulled a hand through his hair with a chuckle.
“No?”
With a smile, Eddie shook his head. “No.”
“Oh.”
They stood staring at each other, both smiling at their new-found discovery
“So, uh”, Eddie stopped. “What about you? You come here often?”
Richie stepped closer, eyes narrowed. “You hitting on me?”
A confidence washed over Eddie as he smiled. “I am.”
“Well, then you should know that no, I don’t come here often, but a friend of mine told me about the space exhibit so I just really had to go.”
“You’re really into space then?”
“Oh, yes! The entire universe is just”, Richie paused, seeming to be deep in thought before meeting Eddie’s gaze with glittering eyes. “It’s just amazing.”
“I don’t really know much about the universe”, Eddie put his hands inside his pockets. “But I really wanna learn more now.”
“Oh!” Richie jumped up slightly, feet tripping underneath him as he clapped his hands together. “I got a telescope at home! If you want, we can watch the stars together sometime?”
Eddie couldn’t help the grin breaking out on his face. His hands were itching to cover his face in his excitement, a scream building up in his chest. It was like being 15 again.
Managing to keep his cool, Eddie cleared his throat and tipped his head back to look up at Richie. “I’d love that.”
The two of them were exchanging phone numbers when Bill finally came back, a confused look on his face as he looked at Richie. Eddie had almost forgotten Bill even existed.
“I’ll call you”, Richie said as he was backing away.
“Looking forward to it”, Eddie smiled.
With one last wink, Richie turned around and was soon looking at other paintings.
“Who was that?” Bill asked.
“His name’s Richie”, Eddie was still staring. “We’re going stargazing together.”
“Uh?” Bill dragged out, stepping into Eddie’s love-struck vision and pulling him out of his daze.
His eyes snapped back to Bill, and he shook his head slightly. “Never mind, what took so long?”
“Ran into an old fuh-friend on the way back.”
“Oh.”
“You got to see the art in the duh-dark room then?”
“Yeah.”
“How was it?”
Eddie’s gaze immediately wandered back to Richie’s form on the other side of the room, noticing that Richie was already looking over at him. They smiled at each other.
“It was amazing.”
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